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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

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“I need you, why do you always leave me?” With Narinder from Cotl with a reincarnated mortal s/o who always dies young? I’m such a sucker for this kind of troupe oh my lawd

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"Lamb, you must perform the resurrection ritual again."

"Narinder, it's barely been two days.." With a weary sigh, the sheep closed their gospel book, already becoming irritated with their former master's blunt request. "I may have taken your role as death, but even I have my limits. I can't just do that ritual whenev-"

"I had to bury my spouse yet again."

".....oh." A small pit in formed in their stomach, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "Again? What happened this time?"

"Some fool thought it would be funny to dare [y/n] to eat a deadly dish...and they accepted it, only to die puking their guts out." Narinder huffed, although deep inside it killed him to know that your death this time around was entirely avoidable.

He never thought he'd ever care for a mortal..much less one of Lamb's first followers, who somehow kept dying young and became the first one they resurrected.

Your existence has become a never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and he wondered when they'll finally accept that you're simply not meant to live a prolonged life.

However, now that he himself was in the cult and wedded to you...he saw things differently. From a new perspective.

After you died once right before his very eyes--and not through the Red Crown--he suddenly understood that same grief Lamb endured ugh after they killed one of their spouses, who became mind-controlled by Shamura.

He thought of them as weak.

But not anymore.

Not when it became his turn to suffer in a similar fashion, counting the hours (or days, even) until Lamb could resurrect you.

He lost count of how many times you've died since then, although he knows you aren't trying to kill yourself on purpose. You were very "accident-prone" and sometimes did stupid things that you shouldn't have---such as accepting a dare to eat a "deadly dish" stew.

You might've been a fool for that, but he still loved you.

Unfortunately, not even the golden skull necklace Lamb gifted you provided any protection from death....besides old age, of course.

At least Narinder knew you'd never pass away naturally, but knowing it couldn't spare you from other causes didn't make him feel any better.

"Fine..I will do the resurrection at dawn." Lamb finally caved, understanding how much you truly meant to him. "But you must talk to [y/n] about this. With each rebirth, they slowly forget more and more of their past lives."

"....is that so?" The black feline raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This was new information to him--although he never exactly had the chance to revive somebody over and over, except for his former vessel whenever they foolishly perished during a crusade.

But they were very different.

They were nigh-immortal...you weren't.

"First they forgot how they previously died, then they forgot which shelter they slept it, and then they forgot how to cook their favorite meal...you see where I'm going with this?"

He didn't speak, afraid that his former vessel was correct. But it's not something he wanted to think about at all...even though it's certainly possible.

Suddenly he was beginning to realize the repercussions of the same doctrine that got him exiled over a millennia ago..

"I can't watch over them all the time..as their spouse you're gonna have to step it up, or else...they might-"

"Just do the ritual, please.."

Lamb's ears flicked up with surprise, never expecting Narinder to grovel at their podium. The only other time he acted this way was when he begged them to kill him instead of sparing his life, although it didn't do him much good as they chose mercy.

But this time, they felt a bit of pity for him.

He must truly care about you.

They simply nodded. "I will need more bones."

.........

You found yourself back in a familiar place:

Floating over a glowing red sigil, followers in hoods kneeling all around you, Lamb's eyes glowing with a powerful energy....and you expelling ichor from your body in a rather disgusting display.

You never did get used to puking out this black magical goop.

But once you landed on the floorboards of the temple, you sighed in relief, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before gazing at everyone surrounding you.

"So...what have I missed?"

A few of them uncovered their hoods and greeted you, happy to see you return to the land of the living. Others kept their distance, looking rather annoyed that Lamb decided to resurrect you for the umpteenth time.

One, however, stood there motionless, refusing to remove his own hood.

You looked to him, watching as he approached you, being unsure of his intentions. Although judging from the way other followers hastily moved out of his way...this person must have held great influence over them.

The fact that he had three glowing red eyes was most alluring.

Have you met him before?

Before you could ask him who he was, he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. "H-Hey! Ouch!" You winced, feeling his claws slightly digging into you as he began dragging you out of the temple.

"Where are you taking me??"

"....stop talking."

His voice was low and quiet, and also....sad?

You were immensely confused by this mystery follower's behavior, especially as he led you to his hut--one that was more decorative than the standard shelters on the other side of the cult grounds.

While you remained silent, you couldn't help being bedazzled by the outside of it, although you didn't have time to really get a good look around the inside.

Because the next thing you knew...

You were pushed onto the bed, with him crawling onto it and laying beside you. Then he uncovered his hood, two long cat ears flicking upwards as his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

And in that split second, you swore they were filled to the brim with tears.

You blinked, afraid to speak considering how angry he sounded just moments ago, but you were even more perplexed when he flopped onto your chest. From his throat, a purring sound rumbled, and you could feel it throughout your entire body....and in your very soul.

"Please..don't do this to me..." His ears flattened.

"Do....what?" Reaching down, you awkwardly placed a hand on his head, slowly petting his fur and hoping it provided him some comfort. "I don't know what's wrong, but..I hope this is okay."

Your uncertain tone only further devastated Narinder. This was exactly how you'd comfort him after his nightmares. He only ever allowed you to see him in such moments of vulnerability, so you never needed to ask for his permission. You would simply do it.

Had you forgotten that, too?

Was that damned Lamb right after all?

Were you forgetting.....him?

"I need you, why do you always leave me?" He mumbled, heartbroken as the tears slid down his cheeks, droplets splattering onto the symbol adorning your ragged shirt. "With each new life, I-I'm...losing more and more of you, [y/n]. I don't know if you are cursed or if it's fate deciding to test me....o-or maybe Lamb's followers wish to see me suffer....but...I'm so tired of watching you die and being unable to do anything about it. I've taken you for granted.."

"................."

".....forget it. You don't even know what day of the week it is..why do I bother trying?" With a sniffle, he reluctantly removed himself from your arms, believing he blew his last chance to save your memories..

Now you were acting like a total stranger to him, and it honestly felt as though you had already died before you even left the temple.

Maybe this was a sign that he needed to stop and move on.

Maybe he simply wasn't destined for love.

Maybe this was karma for all the atrocities committed in his name.

Maybe the next time you perished, no matter the reason, he'll-

"It's easy to forget things like that, Nari...but how could I ever forget the love of my life?"

Blinking through his tears, Narinder felt his breath hitch when your hand gently grasped his own. He looked back at you with astonishment, before glancing down at the matching rings that still adorned your fingers.

Then he gazed into your eyes, seeing your smile.

"You..remember me?"

"Of course I do, you silly kit---woah!!" You were suddenly tackled back onto the bed by your husband, feeling him nuzzling up to you and purring even louder than before.

But you simply giggled and held him closely, petting his fur in a comforting way. "I'm sorry for scaring you...it takes a while for all my memories to come back. D-Did I do anything dumb last time?"

"Just...promise me you'll never accept a dare from anybody again." He huffed, trying to hide the fact he was still sniveling like a helpless kitten.

"Alright." You sighed. "I promise to be more careful. I'll try harder to watch my back, too."

"Do you swear it?"

"...I swear it."

"Good."

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Illicit Affairs | Chapter III: Exile

Pairing: Neteyam x Human!Reader (later Avatar!Reader)

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: Your 18th birthday has finally arrived, and with it, a gift that will change your life and your relationships - forever.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, cursing

Word Count: 3,9k words

A/N: Hi Guys! The 3rd chapter is finaaally here, and 'm happy to say that whilst so far everything's been mostly intro and world building, things will be picking up very quickly. Hope you enjoy this story of two very broken people finding each other <;3

"You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door"

You didn’t dare look back at Neteyam. No, you kept a straight face and your gaze forward as you walked towards the village, engaging in small talk with your 3 friends, who were more than willing to fill in the silence by themselves. They knew you liked to keep to yourself and knew better than to take it personally. 

Your friends also knew, despite not mentioning, that this is a colossal feat, getting you out of the lab, getting you to leave your comfort bubble that you, willingly or unwillingly, built for yourself the past 18 years. Kiri fondly remembers you as a child, wild and free, running around barefoot on the grass and mud as if Pandora and her trees were just your own personal playground. She took a small gander at your feet, now safely covered with a pair of black Converse sneakers, the likes of which she’s seen other humans wear before and tried not too dwell on all the moments that lead you here.

You arrived at the village after a long, pleasant walk. You were fascinated with the Pandora flora, and wondered if you were ever going to get used to it, ever not have your breath hitch in your throat at its beauty. You hoped not. Your heart started to race as the sound of people idly chattering filled your ears. Soon enough, you began to see fire and tents, as the Na’vi were making their way back home at the dusk of another day. You saw some of them removing game from the back of their pa’li, others filleting a huge fish that you recognised as a dinicthoid, and as you walked further in, saw kids running around playing with toy ikrans and laughing amongst themselves, as their mothers lay on the ground watching them in adoration. 

This place filled you with so much warmth. It was clear to you the bond these people had to each other, to the clan, to the nature surrounding them, was something you will never experience for yourself, something your mum talked incessantly about every day, and you suppressed a small cry at the sudden loss of a connection you didn’t even know you longed for until now.

You made your way to the biggest tent you could reasonably see, one that you quickly recognised as the Sully family tent. It was ornate and adorned with intricate designs and two large fire lamps framing each side of the opening. It was a sight to behold, and you realised that it hasn’t changed much since you last visited. You also started to take note of the stares boring into your side from all around you and felt grateful at how close you were to the tent’s entrance. 

Almost on command, Jake Sully peered out of the tent and you watched as a wide smile replaced his previously confused expression. He was a handsome man, as much so now as he was in the still frames of your past. He was dressed in celebratory garments, a fiery red loincloth dropping from his waist and a dazzling beaded neck piece that matched. He had several arm bands circling his arms, and you took note of the way the colour palette matched that of Toruk, and how well that seemed to compliment him. He was a handsome man, you thought to yourself. Damn the Sullys and their genetics.

“Y/N, my God you’ve grown. What the hell happened??” He said, enthusiastically. He circled you curiously and eyed you intently. You tried not too blush at the sudden scrutiny and how it mirrored your own just a few moments ago. “You have time to lift weights in between experiments??” 

You let out a small laugh. “Hi, Jake. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been too long. You never visit, but we’re hoping that will change soon.” He said, then eyed the kids behind him, and whatever expression he was met with made him quickly bite on his bottom lip and turn around, as if to stop himself from saying any more. 

A small shriek came from behind him, one that you instantly recognise and you smile widely at the little girl, who, since you last saw her, somehow became as tall as you.

“Tuk-tuk”, you say warmly and watch the animated figure jump up and down and encircle you roughly in a bear-hug. Damn, she’s stronger than you already, you sighed. 

“Y/N! I have missed you so muchhh, you have to ask mum and dad to let me come to the lab more often, I never get to see you anymore!!” She cried in your neck, still holding on to you for dear life. 

“I know, dear girl. I missed you, too. I’ll make sure it will never be this long before we see each other again, how does that sound?” You speak to this child you love like your own sister in Na’vi, her English skills the least proficient. She nodded her head vigorously and with that, let go. 

She took your hand in hers and made her way into the tent, and you felt relief flood your being at finally being out of people’s sights. Two majestic women, tall and mighty as the Valkyries in your mum’s Norse Mythology books stood by the fire. They were chatting softly to each other and stopped as they heard you come in. 

Neytiri and Mo’at looked at you intently and you felt yourself cower under the intensity of their gaze. Neytiri slowly approached you with movements so nimble and fluid you were thinking she could have made a career as a ballerina back on Earth. 

After a while, she kneeled on the ground in front of you and placed her long, toned arm on your much tinier shoulder. 

“My Child, you have grown so much.” She smiled kindly at you, and you felt yourself tear up at her choice of words addressing you.My child…

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your arms cross the space between you and circle her neck. The necklace she was wearing scratched your skin painfully, but you didn’t care. “I see you. I’m sorry.” 

Neytiri’s arms tightened around you and you heard a smile in her voice as she said “Oh, my sweet child, you don’t have to be sorry.” 

You spent the evening catching up. You told them about your work in the lab, about how you all scrambled to find any cure or at least partial treatment to the illnesses that seem to have escalated recently among the tribes’ people. They tell you about training, Lo’ak and Neteyam’s training as well as Kiri’s, who has been spending most of her time learning the ways of the Tsahik, having a natural skill for it. 

You find yourself drooling at the delectable food, and are happy when Mo’at calls everyone to the meal around the fire pit in the centre of the tent. You wait for everyone to get a portion first, and smile fondly when Neyriti passes you a leaf with all the goodies on it. You dig in, realising how famished you actually were. 

“So, Y/N”, Jake starts, “how does it feel being 18? I remember turning 18, don’t remember much else about that day though”, he says, smiling proudly to himself. 

“Feels just the same as being 17, I’m afraid. Was really hoping the Universe might give me some sort of sign or epiphany or, anything, really, but, in reality, I feel the same as I did yesterday, and all the days before that. The food’s much better today, though” You finish with a grin, as you dig into another piece of teylu. 

“Right, well, about that.. us and the kids thought, with you spending so much time on your own, you deserve a special birthday and some special gifts. Now you can see them in the corner of the tent there, but I warn you, you’re not allowed to open them until back at the lab.”

You peered over his shoulder curiously, and were again disappointed to have to wait for a surprise you didn’t want in the first place.

“After dinner, we can all go back to the lab, and you can open them in the hub while we watch, we know how much you love being surprised!” 

“Wow, going out after curfew, I actually do feel kind of special.”

“You should, kid.”

Putting all the wrapped objects on the back of a Pa’li, you watched as Jake mounted his own and motioned for you to get on, in front of him. You did as you were told quietly, and the entire family made its way towards the lab. It was a much quicker journey back, and soon enough you found yourself dismounting in front of the cold heavy walls of the hub. Before you could enter though, Lo’ak passed you a cloth of some sort, and wordlessly asked for you to tie it around your eyes. 

“Oh, come oon!”, you said with a deep groan, but obliged regardless. What was the point of resisting now. You knew one thing though, you were very excited to go back to bed tonight, as the emotional toll this day was taking on you was, although not worse than expected, heavy enough for you to feel its weight for days to come. 

As soon as you entered the lab and removed your mask, you put the covering over your eyes, and felt Lo’ak, you knew, pick you up from the ground and carry you bridal style through the halls of the hub. You couldn’t quite tell where you were going, but you heard snickering behind you, and soon enough, Lo’ak put you down carefully and turned you around to face him.

“Now, Y/N, you’re gonna turn around and we’re going to need you to not pass out. Deal?” 

“What? This is strange, guys.” 

You felt him turn you around and felt gentle hands unwrap the cloth covering your eyes. Your eyes took a minute to adjust to the bright artificial light of the lab, and then pause.

One. Two. Three. 

You couldn’t quite comprehend what was clearly displayed in front of you. You recognised your surroundings quickly enough. The Morgue, the other humans called it. A room where the avatars of the dead humans, now serving no purpose, were kept in their respective incubators. Your eyes were immediately drawn, as if on instinct, to your mum’s avatar. You never came here, you couldn’t. Your gaze then shifted to the incubator to the left of your mum’s, the one that hosted Grace Augustin, Kiri’s mum. On the right of your mum, though, there was usually an empty incubator. There, now floated and twitched a body, blue, tall and strong, connected to an artificial umbilical cord. You peered at it intently, something about it making you shift uncomfortably towards it. Suddenly, you felt yourself stiffen in shock, and heard a loud thud as the mask and the connecting oxygen pack dropped to the ground. The new blue body looked like… you.

Neteyam couldn’t stop staring at his baby brother’s back as he carried you in his arms, and he couldn’t stop the twinge of jealousy that bubbled deep beneath the surface.He got to carry you, he got to touch you, he got to laugh with you every damn time he pleased, and now he gets to introduce you to your new life. 

Neteyam, just like the rest of his family, has known about this for months, maybe longer. Norm, his dad’s closest friend, came to the village one day and announced to the family that him and the rest of the scientists worked tirelessly for years to figure out a way to make you an avatar, and with a lot of help from your deceased’s mother’s work and research, as well as some of her DNA, they cracked the code. The newly made Avatar was a miracle of sorts, nobody having thought it would be possible to create on Pandora, so far from all the resources normally used to make one back on Earth. But they did it, and it will be ready in time for your 18th birthday. Norm wanted to make sure, if it succeeded and you accepted it, they will in turn accept you in the village, just like they accepted Jake so many years ago. He wanted you to be able to have a life, not just a body, and be able to finally be free of the shackles you have created for yourself for years on end. 

Neteyam couldn’t tell how he felt about it, partly due to the fact he’s stopped himself from thinking about it since he’s found out. Whilst his siblings and even parents were buzzing in excitement, he was scared. If you were to now be there, in the village, in his life, every day, he will be forced to deal with you, with the two of you, and the feelings he knew were buried in him for a reason. He stopped at the top of the stairs of the room where he knew the Avatar lay. Nobody cared about him at the moment, and, as a result, was relieved to figure out he doesn’t have to join you in the room and see your future body, currently inanimate and floating in liquid he didn’t know or didn’t want to know the origins of. If this was to happen anyway, he’d rather meet you properly, and see if the same flicker of curiosity and unruly smile could ever reflect in the same way it does on your current face, the one that still haunts his dreams.

You couldn’t formulate words… or thoughts, for that matter. You stared at the Avatar for what it feels like hours, and finally, Norm cleared his throat and spoke.

“I know this is a lot to take in. But we wanted your 18th to be special, Ace. We have been working in secret for years to get this done, because you deserve it. You deserve the world, and you can’t have it in this lab. This world also deserves you. So now you can go and show it what you’ve got.” 

“We’re so happy for you to join us, my child.” You heard Neyriri join in. 

“Do you want to see the gifts we made for you?” Tuk jumped in, enthusiastically.

With a last look at your Avatar, you turned around and faced the people you knew would be looking at you expectantly. You didn’t know what the feelings you were feeling were, but they were all fighting to take over, and you felt yourself becoming dizzy. Steading yourself, you recognised that words will have to appear on your tongue sooner or later, and you managed to get out a whisper “Sure, Tuk-tuk, let’s go!”

Everyone around you exchanged weird looks; they really thought you would be a lot happier about this than you were. You tried your best to put on a happy smile and react in the way you knew people would be wanting you to; after all, this was indeed an incredibly nice, thoughtful and attentive gift, not to mention damn fucking impressive, and whatever trauma the thought of having to pilot this Avatar brought in you, it was something you were going to have to deal with by yourself, later. 

“Guys, I know I have not reacted in a way appropriate for the sheer insane size and meaning of this gift, but I promise that despite my very slow processing times, I am incredibly grateful and happy for this. I cannot believe something like this is even possible, and I can believe even less that it was done for me! But while I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what’s going to happen to me, let’s open some presents!!” 

You made your way slowly towards the recreation hub where all the packages were placed on one of the long tables. You chuckled awkwardly and took one of them in your hands. The wrapping, you realised, was the same material like the one used to make the Na’vi loincloths. 

The one you held in your hands currently was blue. You unwrapped it, careful as to not damage it at all, and was shocked to see a dazzling necklace, one of the most beautiful ones you have even seen. It was a leather chocker, which adorned green and red stones, and it reminded you a lot of the bracelet you were currently wearing. You turned around and looked at Kiri, whose masterful hands you knew crafted it. She was sitting on one of the benches and you couldn’t help become emotional looking at your friend, your amazing friend, who you have known all of your life, and who always collected trinkets from the woods, trinkets that now will decorate your new body. 

The next package was heavier, and upon opening it, you were shocked to discover a rider’s mask, like the one the Na’vi wear when flying an Ikran; it was brown and braided and had bones adorning it. The lenses were translucent and shone in iridescent hues as you looked at it from all angles. You were in awe at the inadvertent admission that someone thought you capable of one day passing the Iknimaya, and you felt quite confident in saying Lo’ak was the master behind this gift. 

“I thought, you will definitely need it one day, and I wanted to get a jump start.” He says, as if reading your mind. “You may not know it now, but I think you were born for this, Angel.” 

You had no words to say to that, but were touched at how Lo’ak always seemed to believe in you more than you believed in yourself. You took a silent oath to try to live up to the version of you Lo’ak kept with him in his heart. 

The second to last package was also quite small and seemed to rattle as you picked it up. As you unwrapped it, you didn’t quite make sense of the bundle of feathers and chains, but eventually Neytiri kindly stepped in and untangled it, and you realised it was a top, a beautiful, sheer top, and you found it hard to believe this will actually cover anything. You were excited to put it on though, and felt a tingle of anticipation for tomorrow that was not there before… these were yours, for your body, for your future, a future where riding your own Ikran might be more than just a dream of an out-of-reach fantasy.

“Thank you so much.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to tell them the turmoil in your heart and how scared you truly were, and how you wish they would understand and reach over and heal the broken mess that was your mind so you could finally just go, get out of this place and make your life something actually worth living, but you couldn’t make any other words come out. So you just said thank you.

As the family and the scientists continued chatting, you managed to slip by unnoticed out of the recreation hub and made your way down the hall, looking for the missing Sully you knew would be somewhere in here, by himself. You were so mad at him, so much resentment had built up in you from the year you’ve spent apart, from the less than ideal reunion, and from his continuous attempts to avoid you at all costs. It was your birthday, for god’s sake. He could at least pretend to be happy to be here, even if only for the sake of the memories you shared. 

You found him in your room, looking over the books in your makeshift library, mindlessly playing with something in his large hands. His ears twitched as you approached, an obvious sign he heard you, but made no effort to acknowledge your presence. You half smiled at the view, and tried not to remember all the other times he has been in your room, just like he was now. You sat on your bed and waited patiently for him to speak, like you once used to do. It might take some time, but he always spoke.

“I don’t think you should do it.” He says, without looking at you. 

“You think I shouldn’t do what?”

“This, the Avatar thing. I think it’s a bad idea.”

You sat there, in silence for a while while his words twirled in your mind like his green bracelet was twirling in his hands. You didn’t realise your mouth was wide open until you felt it dry up and you swallowed involuntarily in response.  

“Excuse me?”

He turned around to face you and you saw a hard look mark his features, the old Neteyam, your old Neteyam merely a long-forgotten dream. 

“You’re not going to make it, Y/N. You haven’t spent more than a week outside in the past 3 years. You may think you got this, cause you work out in a dark stuffy room with some weights and jump a rope, but it’s not going to mean jack shit when you’re out there, in a wilderness so harsh it claims brave Na’vi men and women’s lives every day. You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.” 

The rage you felt blossomed like deadly nightshade and you knew whatever it was you once felt for Neteyam was dead and buried six-feet-under in that moment. You let out a bitter chuckle and rose up from the bed, placing your body in front of him.

“You know, when I saw you standing here, in my room, after all this time, I felt some sort of sick hope. I hoped you had finally come to your senses and decided you would apologise for the way you’ve treated me. For the way you left. I’m not stupid, believe it or not. I never expected whatever we had to last. After all,  it was only a matter of time before the mighty future Olo’eyktan realised his attentions are better focused on more worthwhile things, like training, or, I don’t know, finding the best future Tsahik. I always expected you to outgrow me. I just had an ounce of hope you would have enough decency to do it while looking me in the eye. I felt like I earned that, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you.” 

“You know, I fucking hate surprises. I just never thought you’d be one of the reasons why.”

The silence felt heavy and all you could hear was your panting breath, as you were trying to reign in your tempestuous emotions and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“Get the fuck out of my room, Neteyam.” 

You found yourself forcefully taking the bracelet from his much larger hand and removing yourself from his path, motioning towards the open door. He left without saying a word and you shut the door behind you with a loud thud.

So far 18 was not your favourite age. 

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[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page  

A Step Back in Time, chapter 11

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU 

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Series Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks 

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match. 

Rating: M🔞 - Warnings - Series will contain crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 

Words: 3268

A Step Back in Time, Chapter 11

Chapter Summary: Liam, Riley and William arrive for a weeklong retreat in Lythikos. Olivia takes Riley ‘under her wing’ to mentor and to offer advice for her return to court. Olivia was determined to get her friend into the right frame of mind and to ultimately get the sparkle back in her eyes. 

Music Inspiration: What Was I Made for? Billie Eilish ; Lose Control, Teddy Swims 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.  

A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’) 

‘Cause I, ‘cause I 

I don’t know how to feel 

But I wanna try 

I don’t know how to feel 

But someday I might 

Someday I might 

Think I forgot how to be happy 

Something I’m not, but something I can be 

Something I wait for 

Something I’m made for 

Something I’m made for’ 

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital 

If you told Riley Brooks that she would be living in Cordonia, in the Royal palace, with the King of Cordonia just last summer ... she would not believe you. She would tell you that ‘once upon a time’, she fell in love with that King and competed for his hand in marriage in his social season. By reason of the cruelty of fate, and the callousness of the Royal court, that dream would be ripped away from her by a world that was foreign to her. Where outsiders, or commoners, were frowned upon and/or deemed lesser than the noble class. She would be relegated to be the other woman, the mistress to that immensely powerful man whose duty to his country dictated that he must marry a ‘chosen’ woman, even though he did not love her. 

...and she had to watch that man she loved, marry another. 

...because she loved him, she remained. Confiding to him, ‘I’ve made my decision ... I want to be with you. I don’t care what it looks like.’ 

...and it broke her. 

In the Royal east wing, inside William’s bedroom, Riley meticulously packed his clothing into a large suitcase. Carefully selecting each item with love and care for their winter vacation in the Alps of Lythikos, she folded his small woolen sweaters with matching pants and jeans. Soft mittens and a woolen cap were nestled next to his favorite plushie, Scooby; ready to go with him on his snowy adventures. 

"Li Li, sweetheart, come here please," Riley called out, her voice echoing through the spacious room. William bounded towards her; his eyes wide as he watched his mother pack his belongings. 

"We go away, Mama?" William asked, his voice filled with wonder. 

"Yes, my sweet boy," Riley replied with a smile, scooping him up into her arms and placing him down on his bed. "We're going to the mountains with your father to visit a good friend of ours. It's going to be so much fun." 

William's eyes sparkled with delight at the mention of his father. In the five short months since he met his father for the first time, the bond between father and son had grown stronger exponentially. William adored Liam, who always had time for his son's playful antics in New York and now, here in Cordonia, as well. Despite his Royal duties, Liam made the point to spend as much time with William as possible. Riley was not surprised. Liam often spoke about what kind of father he wanted himself to be. The exact opposite of his own father. She could tell that Liam was trying his best to make up for all the time they had lost. And she could not be happier. 

Riley continued to pack, tucking away William's favorite books and toys to keep him entertained during their trip in Lythikos. She had already arranged for snacks with the kitchens, ensuring they would have everything they needed for the long drive to the northern chateau.  

Riley looked up, catching Liam's gaze.  

Liam stood and silently watched, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. A gentle smile played on his lips as he watched Riley packing their son's belongings for their trip, while William happily tried to help his mother. 

"Come, my King," Riley softly spoke and smiled with a playful glint in her eyes. "Help me double-check if we have everything for our little adventurer." 

Liam pushed himself away from the doorframe and strolled over to Riley; he crouched down beside William, who was wide-eyed with anticipation. 

“Daddy, look.” William pointed to the large suitcase, smiling happily at his father. 

"Hello, my little prince," Liam greeted, ruffling William's hair. "Are you ready for an adventure?" 

William giggled and nodded his head vigorously, his eyes reflecting the admiration and adoration he held for his father. Liam chuckled, “I see you have lots of toys packed.” 

William climbed over to the suitcase and plucked his favorite plush to show his father. 

“Ah, I see you packed your little dog. Is he your special friend?”  

“Yes, Daddy. I love puppies.” William grinned, squeezing his toy. 

“You do? That is good to know,” Liam winked at Riley as William returned his toy to be packed. 

“I will meet you two in an hour. All right, love?” Liam asked Riley. 

“Okay, Daddy,” William answered as Liam and Riley chuckled together at his response. 

As Liam left to go to his study, Damien entered, bowing to Liam, “Your Majesty”. 

Liam smiled and nodded 'hello' in response as he walked towards his assistant waiting in the hall followed by his security detail. 

Nevrakis Chateau, Lythikos, Cordonia 

Driving through the majestic mountains, Riley stared at the vista overlooking the Nevrakis chateau. Memories flooded her mind as they passed the frozen lake below. The lake where she, along with the other suitors skated on, with Liam during his social season years ago.  

Riley shivered. Was it from seeing the beautiful winter landscape or from those memories of past competitions for the man she loved? Riley’s thoughts were interrupted by the happy sound of her son’s voice. 

William giggled; totally enthralled by Liam’s storytelling of his past adventures in the snow. The sight of father and son was precious to Riley, as she softly smiled at the two of them. William was sitting on Liam’s lap as he pointed to the large chateau coming into view ahead. 

The escalade stopped at the grand entrance of the Nevrakis chateau as members of the royal guard went into formation and opened the vehicle doors. 

As they made their way toward the entrance, a flurry of snowflakes fell from the sky, adding a layer of white powder to the ground. 

"Wow, this is beautiful.” Riley raised her arms to the sky. “I remember my first visit here during your social season.”  

"It is. If I remember correctly, it was just as cold." Liam quipped adjusting William’s scarf. 

Members of Olivia’s waitstaff greeted the party as they entered the lavish and grand estate. Standing at the base of the grand staircase, Olivia grinned as William squealed at the pair of Alaskan malamutes sitting inside the foyer. 

“King Liam, Lady Riley and Prince William ... welcome to my quaint northern lodge. I am delighted to host the three of you.”  

Liam approached Olivia and kissed her cheek, then gestured to Riley and William to join them. 

"Olivia, it's been far too long since I last visited. The grounds are magnificent.” 

"Indeed, thank you, Liam.” Olivia beamed with pride. 

"Thank you for hosting us. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated.” Riley added. 

"Anything for my dear friends." 

Olivia's attention was drawn to William, who was petting the dogs and giggling. 

"Well, hello again, prince William." Olivia walked over and knelt beside and offered treats to her two canine companions. 

William looked up at her and smiled. 

"Hewwo." 

"He's even cuter than I remember," Olivia grinned. “This one,” she motioned to the brown tipped dog, is ‘Mischa’. And this big guy is ‘Zeus’, "she cooed. 

"Now, Riley." Olivia stood and walked forward slowly, looping her arm through Riley's arm and leading her inside. "We have lots to catch up on. Liam, make yourself at home. Your Royal suite is ready for you. Gustav will be your personal attendant for your stay." 

"Thank you, Liv. That is much appreciated." 

"You are quite welcome. Now, Riley, let us get started on our girl time.” Liam winked at Riley, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled at Riley’s faux scared expression. 

"Okay, sounds good." Riley shook her head grinning as she walked by Liam. 

Olivia and Riley climbed the grand staircase and disappeared around a corner while William sat on the floor playing with the dogs. 

"William, let's get you changed and settled." Liam extended his hand down for his son to take. 

"Okay, Daddy." 

“Bye bye puppies.” William exuberantly spoke to the large dogs. 

***

 Riley and Olivia sat on a plush sofa in front of a large window overlooking the mountains. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the snowy landscape. 

"It's so beautiful here." Riley marveled at the picturesque view. 

"I'm glad you like it.” Olivia proudly acknowledged as she handed a large glass filled with chardonnay to Riley. 

Olivia sat back and watched Riley; her expression turning serious. 

"Riley, I know that things have been difficult for you since you've come back, but you have to remember, you're a force of nature. You are stronger than you think.” Olivia was continuing the conversation of their last visit at the palace.

Riley looked down at her hands, which held onto the wine glass with a death grip. She knew the invitation to spend the week in Olivia's duchy was not just a holiday for her, Liam and William. Her once adversarial friend, and now, her good friend, wanted to assist her with reuniting with Liam.

"I can see the pain and sadness in your eyes." Olivia continued. 

"Oh... "  

"How is it really going? Riley, how is everything between you and Liam?" 

Riley sighed and set her wine glass on the table. 

"I'm...I'm not sure." 

"Do you still love him?" 

"Yes, of course. I have never stopped loving him.” 

"Do you think he loves you?" 

"Yes.” There was a small smile followed by biting her top lip. 

"Then what's the problem?" 

"I'm not sure."

Olivia shook her head and sighed. 

"You have to trust him, Riley. He loves you. And I can see how happy William makes him.” 

"I know that.” 

"But there's something else, isn't there?" Olivia eyed her friend for clues.

"It's just that... we've spent so much time apart. And now that we are back together, things feel different.” 

"I think I understand. That is quite normal, all things considered." 

"And I'm worried that he'll eventually resent me for leaving him while I was pregnant with William." 

"He could never resent you, Riley. You are the mother of his child. It'# not in his DNA.” 

“I keep thinking that that there will be another scandal around the corner. That something or someone will tear us apart.” 

"What happened to that confident and free spirited American girl? The one who turned the court on its' head. Where did she go?"

"I know what you are asking. I feel scared; waiting for the other shoe to drop.” 

"Scared of what? And why?" 

"That he won't forgive me." 

"Riley, listen to me. That is your guilt talking.” 

Olivia reached over and grabbed Riley's hands, looking her in the eye. 

"Liam loves you. He will always love you. You and William are his world. And I know that he wants nothing more than to make you happy.�� 

"But..." 

"But, nothing. There is no 'but'.” 

"Okay." Riley was not convinced. "But, Madeleine ..."

"Is out of the picture; where Liam is concerned. You have the power of position now, make Madeleine feel it." 

Riley looked at her friend and took a staggered breath.

"Most importantly, you hold the King’s heart...show the world, show Cordonia, show Madeleine what that means...you will bring her to her knees." Olivia sneered. 

"This is why I wanted you to come for a visit. To remind you of who you are and what you are capable of.” 

“Olivia ...” Riley sighed, shaking her head, ‘no’. 

"Now. Come with me." 

Olivia stood and motioned for Riley to follow. 

Olivia took her down to an armory in the bowels of the chateau. 

"Here we are." Olivia turned and motioned to a wall of weapons. 

"What are we doing down here?" Riley asked, eyeing the collection of weapons displayed on the wall.

"We're going to do some training.” 

"Training? For what?" Riley questioned, perplexed. 

"For the press." 

"Why do I need training for the press? With weapons?" 

"Because they're vultures. They will try to get a rise out of you. They will ask rude and invasive questions. They will try to trip you up.” 

"But why do you think I need training? I know you haven’t forgotten that I was subjected to them during Liam’s social season." 

"Because they're relentless idiots.” Olivia sneered. 

"Okay, but ...” 

“Now that you are back in Cordonia, the mother of the crown prince, no less ...they want to find out your intentions with their king.” 

Riley took a deep breath, closing her eyes. 

"Don't worry. I'm going to teach you how to handle them.” Olivia confidently proclaimed with a smirk. 

"Thank you, Olivia.” Riley sighed as she eyed the collection of pointy weaponry again. 

"Of course. Now, let us get started.” 

Riley was grateful for Olivia's help and advice. She knew that she was right about the press, having dealt with them through the engagement tour, after the scandal was brought to light. 

Riley didn't have to know that. At least, not yet. 

And she knew that she needed to be prepared. Riley understood the extent to which the press would dig and manipulate information to get a juicy soundbite. But she was not aware that Madeleine would have her own agenda to discredit and sabotage her at every chance she got, all the way from Morocco. However, Olivia was well aware of Madeleine’s spite and her bitterness over losing the crown. 

"First off. I want you to choose a weapon." Olivia pointed to her collection of weaponry mounted on the wall. 

"A weapon?" Riley’s eyes were wide looking at the selection before her.

"Yes. You cannot fight the press with words alone.” 

"Um...okay." Riley answered sceptically. 

Riley looked at each weapon closely. There were swords, halberds, axes and daggers, among others. 

She picked up a sword. 

"Hmm...a sword? Interesting choice." 

"It's light and I can move fast.” 

"Good. Particularly good.” Olivia nodded approvingly. “That would be a weapon that Liam would choose.” 

“Really?” Riley admonished. 

"Now, we'll practice some moves.” 

"Moves?" 

"Yes. Maneuvers. Stances. Blocking and parrying.” 

"Wow. This is serious.” 

"Indeed. I'll start slow, but don't let your guard down.” 

"I won't.” Riley responded warily. 

"Good. Now, attack me." 

"What?" Riley looked aghast.

"Attack me." 

"Oh, um ... okay." 

Riley raised the sword and ran at Olivia, who easily dodged the blow. 

"Is that the best you've got?" 

"No.” 

Riley lunged at her again, and again, Olivia sidestepped each attack. 

"You're leaving yourself open.” Olivia challenged.

"I am?" 

"Yes. If this was a real fight, I would have cut you down by now." Olivia chirped. 

"Oh.” Riley let out a large breath, wondering to herself how this lesson was going to end. 

"Here. Let me show you." 

Olivia demonstrated a series of moves, her sword flashing and swooshing in the air. 

"Now, you try.” 

Riley imitated the movements, her sword swishing through the air. 

"Better.” Olivia critiqued. 

"Thanks." Riley answered questionably. 

"Again.” Olivia commanded with Riley going on the defensive. 

They continued to spar, their swords clashing together. Riley was impressed with Olivia's skills and ability to read her opponent and react accordingly. 

As they continued to fight, Riley became more comfortable with the sword, her moves becoming more fluid and graceful. Liam slipped into the back of the room, quietly watching the sparring.

"Excellent.” Olivia praised.

"Thanks.” Riley smiled at the compliment, picking up a bottle of water.

"Now we need a target." Olivia led her to a stuffed, practice dummy.  

Riley chuckled as she watched her friend attach a large face photo of Madeleine onto the head with a dagger.  

"Here, let me help you." Olivia handed her an assortment of knives, before she expertly threw her dagger.

Riley's first few throws landed wide, but she quickly found her mark, sinking several blades into the center of the picture. 

"Nicely done.” 

"Thanks." 

"Feel better?" Olivia snickered as Riley laughed. 

“Yes! Yes, actually I do. But I don't understand. How is this going to help me?” 

 "When the press asks you questions, you need to stay calm and confident. If they try to rattle you, throw them off balance. Focus on your target.” Olivia pointed to the picture. 

"Let's practice."

"All right."

"Imagine I'm a member of the press. And I ask you, 'Lady Riley, where have you been all these years?'"

Riley cleared her throat and straightened her posture. 

"I've been raising my son in New York. It's where he was born and raised.” 

"Why did you leave Cordonia?"

"I left to protect my child. And because I knew that King Liam had an obligation to the Queen.” 

"What are your intentions now that you've returned?” 

"I'm here to support my son and to be a part of his life.” 

"Do you still love the King?” 

"Yes, of course." 

“No! STOP!!!” 

Olivia moved assertively towards Riley. "This is where you say, 'that's all the questions for today’ and then you walk away from the microphones. Show confidence. Show determination. Show stoicism. Control the narrative.” 

Riley raised her eyebrow. "How did you get so good at this, Olivia?" 

Olivia shrugged, her shoulders rising slightly. "I'm the duchess of Lythikos. People talk. And sometimes they don't realize I'm listening." 

Riley nodded, a new respect for Olivia blossoming in her heart with a renewed sense of determination in her step. 

Feeling his arms, Riley giggled and leaned back against him with a content smile. 

Liam sauntered up to Riley from behind, wrapping his arms around Riley’s waist. 

Riley turned around to look at Liam, her eyes filled with love. 

“The Royal guard will then lead you away from the gathering,” Liam interjected. “You will never be left without protection.” 

"Thank you, Liam.” Riley tearfully smiled.

"I want you to know that while I am alive, you will always have a home in Cordonia. And I will never let anyone threaten that ... or you ... ever again.” 

Riley felt a warm feeling in her chest and a sense of calm.

Maybe everything was going to be all right, after all. As long as she had Liam and William, she knew she could face anything.

"Liam, I love you."

"I love you, too, Riley."

Liam pressed his lips to hers, and Riley melted into his embrace. They kissed for a long moment, savoring the feel of each other's bodies.

"Come, let's go get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."

"I'm ready.*

"Pleasant dreams you two. Good night."

"Olivia, thank you for your expertise. It is much appreciated.

"Your welcome, Liam. It's my pleasure."

Good night." Riley called out.

Riley followed Liam out of the room, her hand firmly grasped in his.

And for the first time since she had come back to Cordonia, she truly felt like she was home.

"Thank you, Olivia," she whispered as she lay in Liam's arms, his steady heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

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[averageallogene]

This would be quite long...

Your family lives in one of the houses around the Dawn Winery manor and you, Diluc and Kaeya grew up together. As a result, Diluc develops a kiddie crush on you.

That's why he isn't too happy when Crepus suddenly informs him that he is now engaged to Jean because Jean's mother has activated the betrothal contract between their families.

It did not take long for Jean to realize Diluc doesn't like her the same way he likes you and she gets miffed because she feels you have 'stolen' her fiancé. Her more... overzealous servants decide to take things into their own hands and make you 'go away' through 'unfortunate incidents'.

Eventually, your mother is forced to fake your death and send you to Baizhu, her distant relative in Liyue, when one of the 'unfortunate incidents' comes a little too close to killing you.

After Diluc returns from his self-exile after Crepus' death, the first thing he does is to annul the betrothal contract.

Diluc ♡⊹˚ Dandelions (SFW)

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst. cw for attempt at another's life, ala drama.

2k words.

notes. Well, these definitely force me to take some liberties since the characters are ooc. Let’s just assume this is an AU of sorts alright?~ I might have to write something sweet for Jean to make up for these… Also, these are getting quite long and since I’ve got quite a few prompts waiting in my inbox… I might have to start and make them shorter :’) Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! ✧˖°.

The fresh air of the lands of the Anemo Archon had once felt liberating, crisp as they would gently rustle against the leaves of the trees and the foliage across His lands of Mondstadt. The green grass would dance in a delicate duet with the breezes Barbatos would send, blessing each and every one of his children as they would carefully whisper their dreams into his winds. 

Dreams of valor, of knighthood, of happiness. Those were dreams shared between the Ragnvindr brothers, their lips carefully whispering their wishes onto the dandelions before they were blown across the skies. Such were dreams they would share with their closest friends, mainly Jean and [F/N], two young girls who would frequently visit the manor. Crepus absolutely adored watching his sons have fun with them, the smile raising onto his tired face never quite leaving as they ran across his crops, carefully as to not ruin any of the vines that supported his business. 

To Diluc, however, it hadn't taken long to add another wish to his lips, this one being ushered in utter secrecy before he'd blow each dandelion. Why wouldn't he tell them, his brother Kaeya would pester him, watching with amusement how his face would become as red as his hair. Well, the eldest simply couldn't, not when [F/N] was near them, lest he want to be exposed for his growing feelings he couldn't quite explain yet. So instead, he'd come up with ways to change the subject, each time evading the momentary embarrassment his brother would bring upon him. It wasn't like Kaeya didn't know, he just liked to see his brother mutter embarrassedly far too much not to. Siblings were just like that, were they not?

Well, no matter, for [F/N] remained oblivious. She was too busy with her own little dreams, with her friends, she couldn't exactly notice the way Diluc's hand would grow sweaty each time they'd hold hands, or each time he would tremble slightly in his voice when she spoke his way. His heart would pitter patter, it was downright annoying, yet he strangely didn't want to to go away. Diluc even wondered if this was what his dad felt for his mom at one point, if this was the fabled love he'd hear in all those fairy tales he'd read. He was still far too young to fully grasp it, but at that time, all he knew was that he wished to hold [F/N]'s hand for a little longer, for her to remain close…

Those feelings had persisted, even as they went into adolescence. Diluc became a little less obvious in his infatuation, or so he thought, keeping himself seemingly cool about it as both [F/N] and Jean would still visit. By that point, the three of them had expressed wishes of joining the Knights of Favonius, their friend [F/N] being the one that simply supported them from the sidelines as she expressed her own dreams. Diluc couldn't help himself, showing curiosity for her own goals, demonstrating his utter support as he hoped to one day be privileged enough to know just what she would whisper so sweetly to the dandelions they would still blow together. 

He wasn't fooling anyone, at least those closest to him, yet he truly thought he did. 

Even Crepus himself knew, and he couldn't hide the heartache he felt for his son. Watching him hold such endearment in his gaze felt bittersweet. From his study he watched as they walked across his property calmly, watching silently as Diluc smiled sweetly to [F/N], the young girl laughing softly as they enjoyed each other's company. His roughened fingers caressed the letter he'd stored in one of his drawers, avoiding it like the plague until he couldn't no longer. He wished he could prolong his son's happiness, yet the way the Gunnhildr family not so gently reminded him so often of their contract definitely didn't help. It felt wrong, yet there were duties they needed to honor to avoid further disaster.

That was why, during one such sunny day, Crepus had waited for [F/N] to leave, summoning his son after. He presented him the letter, patiently waiting for him to read it all. He could see as Diluc's jaw clenched, the emotions boiling deep under the surface as he attempted his hardest to remain level headed. Crepus knew, he could see it, Diluc was downright enraged about the arrangement. Yet still, having raised his son to the best of his abilities, he could also see a sense of acceptance, his otherwise bright red eyes losing a part of its shine as it dawned on him the responsibility he held. It broke Crepus, yet he remained steadfast. It was a curt exchange, yet it was one that burnt a part of Diluc's heart to ashes. 

He couldn't deny [F/N] his company. He still deeply craved for it in fact, like a moth to a flame, he gravitated towards her even when he knew he shouldn't feed into his desires. It simply felt wrong to not do so, especially so when the woman he'd grown to adore had so recently confided in him her deepest wishes. Yes, he'd finally been given the privilege of listening to her deepest yearnings, her lips carefully spelling out her dreams as they would, together, blow dandelions before watching them soar through the air. He couldn't cut her out, no matter how much his responsibility told him to. In fact, Diluc still indulged, his adolescence calling for him to riot, to fight for what he wanted even if in the subtlest of ways. And as so, he wished as he blew his own dandelion, praying his love reciprocated his feelings, praying that they found a way to be together despite all the other variables in the complex equation. 

Everyone knew of Diluc's fondness of [F/N], it even growing twice or thrice in intensity after the day his arranged marriage was announced to him. Crepus did his absolute best to attempt and bring his son to reason, not wishing to brew animosity with the Gunnhildr household that grew rather insulted. To the aforementioned family's eyes, Diluc was nothing more than disrespecting their Jean by seemingly stalling the courting process, the now young woman waiting by as her soon to be fiancé openly fancied another. To them, it was humiliating, yet there seemed little that could be done to sway Diluc's feelings.

In the midst of this all, [F/N] remained somewhat oblivious. It was a little obvious she herself fancied Diluc, but unlike the man, she was much more subtle with her advances. It was endearing to watch him hesitate to come closer, to have his eyes avert her own, to whisper and giggle innocently with him as they would often escape amidst the vineyards of the Dawn Winery manor. To her, the way their fingers lingered, the way he smiled to her, the way he spoke to her… It all made her heart soar, hope building in her heart as she waited for the day Diluc would finally make a definitive move. 

Instead, everything came crashing down, hitting her violently as her world was shaken to its core. 

Frustration breeds impatience, impatience can birth anger, which then festers in jealousy. The Gunnhildr clan was growing tired, and Jean herself felt nothing short of humiliated. Having known for quite a while that Diluc was the one she was promised to, she waited patiently for him, all for naught as she watched from the sidelines as her 'friend' openly attempted to gain his heart. What she hadn't known, was that [F/N] already owned it, Diluc openly having given it to her as he promised to himself his heart would always belong to her. It disappointed her, outright angered her even. It wasn't long until she had servants and advisors telling her what she should consider doing, some methods being more… Radical, than others. 

And whilst she festered in her own regret and rage, Jean caved in.

It had started small enough, [F/N]'s household becoming ill after the well in which they got their water had no longer been safe to drink. Poison was suspected, yet the doctors were unsure due to the common enough symptoms. Being nursed back to health, it wasn't long until [F/N] had another strike of misfortune, the woman being robbed by treasure hoarders as she made her way back to the Winery. Being held at knifepoint, the men yelled for goods she swore she didn't have. She feared for her life, before thankfully being saved by Kaeya, who practiced horse riding not far from where she'd been. It seemed out of nowhere, the road not having been one that was frequented by wealthy merchants. It was enough for his suspicions to be raised, yet again though, nothing could be proven. 

It had remained as such for a while, a constant strike of misfortune following [F/N] wherever she'd gone. Having gotten sick more than once, her mother grew weary, the final straw being broken when, in the middle of the night, their home had been set ablaze with them still inside. By the blessing of Barbatos, both her and her mother had escaped unharmed. It had gotten to such a point where the tycoon himself couldn't ignore it any longer - it was clear enough that her family was being targeted, yet not much could be done from his end without proof. And in the midst of a mother's desperation, she'd come up with a plan to ensure her daughter's safety. 

In the middle of the night, hiding her with a simple wool cloak, [F/N]'s mother watched, teary eyed, as she sent her daughter off to Liyue, escorted by the few men she could afford with the savings she had left. She'd been taken and killed, she would soon cry to conceal the truth, praying for her daughter's well-being as she was hauled to Liyue. No one but her knew of the truth, and needless to say, Diluc was left heartbroken, and Jean, secretly, relieved to know someone had taken care of it. Many of her subordinates claimed responsibility for dealing with the issue of course, hoping to get a piece of the reward that had been promised. Well, it didn't matter much to her. At least she no longer had to deal with her pride being hurt, nor her fiancé being taken away.

Life in Liyue was arduous, but manageable. Thankfully, [F/N] had a relative that, despite their distance in relation, was more than helpful with her situation. In truth, [F/N] hadn't even known she was related to the well known Doctor Baizhu, Teyvat truly could be small. He was more than welcoming in helping her settle in, giving her a small place in Qingce Village where he knew she would be safe from any harm. The locals loved her, practically adopting her and helping her grow accustomed to their lifestyle. Life had become hard, no longer colorful, yet [F/N] persevered. 

Dandelions were hard to come by in Liyue, safe for a young merchant who would always remember to bring at least a handful back to her. One time, he'd even brought a small satchel of dandelion seeds for her to plant, witnessing the first true smile [F/N] had given them in a long, long while. Dandelions reminded her of home, of Mondstadt, of Diluc. Of all that could not be, of her dreams she had to put on hold, of the promises that Barbatos took into his winds as she carelessly wished for a blessing. 

Despite being in another nation, news still traveled fairly quickly. [F/N] had known of the arranged marriage between Diluc and Jean, her heart breaking into a million pieces before she had to mend it back together by herself. She'd known of how Crepus had passed, of how Diluc consequently had disappeared without a trace. No one knew of his whereabouts, and even when she was still no longer in Mondstadt, she held him in her prayers, her last dandelion being used to pray for his well being. She watched as it flew across the skies once more, wind caressing through her hair as it would in Mondstadt. 

Perhaps… Barbatos still heard her, even when she was no longer on his land. She hoped so, at least for one last time. 

Diluc, in the meantime, missed her everyday. He missed [F/N] dearly, his heart never even glancing to another. It was like his very being denied the notion she'd been killed, but no matter how he tried to approach her mother regarding it, he couldn't by one way or another. 

Amidst his grief with his father and his disappearance however, his connections had grown. He'd grown. He no longer was the naive young man he once was, and was determined to ensure by his own means the truth. His connections proved useful, for without much trouble, they had been able to locate a young woman that matched every bit of description he'd provided. To say he was relieved, ecstatic and hopeful, was an understatement. Yet still, he remained away for a while longer, ensuring every objective of his was met - including her safety, of course.

Jean however, had seemingly realized that whatever chance she had… Was basically gone. Without the full context, to her it seemed like Diluc had disappeared due to their engagement, and no matter how the Gunnhildr clan tried to track him down, they were unsuccessful. Kaeya seemingly didn't know anything either, and thus, they were at a stalemate. 

Until, one day, Diluc turned up at her family clan's door. He was quiet, and requested to see her and her mother specifically. Jean could hardly believe it, her heart beating quickly as they stood together on the main study of the manor. She hadn't seen him in seemingly forever, and thus she waited eagerly for his first words in what had been years-

"I'm annulling the betrothal contract." 

Diluc had said nothing more, his following explanations curt. Alliance be damned, he seemed to be firm on the stance. When threatened with retaliation from the Gunnhildrs, Diluc gingerly smiled, a smile that was dangerous, that sent a chill down Jean's mother's core. Casually he took from his jacket a neatly ordered folder, all the evidence he'd gathered present. Of every attempt on [F/N]'s life, each document of each confession of each of the assailants signed by themselves. 

Needless to say, that had been taken care of pronto. As long as they didn't seek retribution for him choosing his own path, they needn't worry about what they had done. 

Well, at least now that he knew [F/N] was alive, that is. Otherwise, Archon knows.

Diluc now walked through the paths of his now Winery, the boots crunching the grass beneath him as he gazed out to the vineyards. Melancholy now painted his features, trading places with the once happiness he felt with his friends, with his brother, with [F/N]. Oh, how he wished to linger his fingers with hers once more, how he wished to hear her voice…

An informant had returned to him earlier that day, having tracked down his lovely [F/N] that now lived a peaceful life in Qingce Village. He wanted to see her, so desperately… Yet he knew better. His very being had been the main cause of her escape, he couldn't possibly contribute to any more strife without being sure he was welcomed back to her life. The words his informant relayed to him still echoed in his mind.

"'Diluc, I just need some time', is what she said." He'd told him, his expression mirroring the slight sorrow. 

Oh, how he spent hours wondering how her voice would sound saying such a phrase. With a heavy heart and a heavy sigh, Diluc turned to look up to the starry sky, reminiscing all the wonderful memories they'd made together. In his hands rested a freshly plucked dandelion, his fingers twirling it gently as he stood in silence. 

The winds blew softly, as if beckoning him onward. He could feel it comb through his long hair, features softening as he took a breath. Lifting the plant to his lips, he whispered softly, nearly inaudibly.

"Allow me time… To wait for [F/N], for as long as she needs." He wished, the seeds blowing through Barbatos's winds as they disappeared into the night sky.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #yoko drabbles

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Cardinal (Series Preview)

Series Summary: If there was one thing God could say he’s ever regretted creating he’d explain there were 8. The 8 Evil Thoughts. Vainglory, Avarice, Gluttony, Wrath, Lust, Pride, Envy, and Sloth are currently spending their exile living it up in the mortal world; spreading their sins into Gods most beloved creations so with determination in his heart he sends for the only things that can stop them….Their Virtues The Humility twins, Generosity, Temperance, Love, Chastity, Kindness, and Perseverance. Join them on a journey through morality, obsession, and temptation in Cardinal….

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Demon Au!

TW: YANDERE, Demon AU!, Cardinal Sins, Themes of Catholicism, mentions of religion, mentions of God, Blastphemy, smut, use of demonic powers, non-con (in some parts), more to be added as each part is posted.

A/N: So I’m officially off Hiatus 👋 so HIYA but I’ve been inspired for this for a while and I have been obsessed with the seven deadly sins since my theology class in high school and just now thought to write something about them but I’m super excited about this and I hope you guys will be too. Also anyone that has requested something your requests will be posted before this series and before one more time chapter 2 so keep an eye out cause I’m probably going to start posting those this week or next week anyway hope you enjoy the preview.

Bang Chan: coming soon

Vainglory; the sin or vice of one who immoderately desires renown, prestige, or the praise and respect of others. The desire of these things is not necessarily sinful but becomes so when it is immoderate and disordered.

Virtue: Humility

Summary: Belial, now reborn as Bang Chan as punishment for his most cardinal sin is happy with his prosperity as the CEO of Stay corporation. His employees worship the ground he walks on; his word holds more weight than almost anyone in all of South Korea, that is until a familiar foe threatens to take everything he’s built away. Now, Chan must face his largest feat yet…corrupting his virtue, Humility.

Minho: coming soon…

Avarice; an insatiable desire to gain and hoard wealth. It's similar to greed but goes even further, encompassing such things as selfishness, entitlement, materialism, consumerism, and hoarding.

Virtue: Generosity

Summary: Mammon, now cast away living his life disguised as mortal Lee Minho enjoys his days as the COO of Stay Corporation. From his many houses to the collections of automobiles he adores his cardinal sin. He indulges in his wealth, power and fornication as he so pleases bringing chaos to rain free wherever he so chooses until he’s faced with whom he only thought a myth…his virtue, Generosity.

Changbin: coming soon…

Gluttony; the over-indulgence or lack of self-restraint in food, drink, or wealth items, especially as status tokens.

Virtue: Temperance

Summary: Beelzebub, spends his days as Seo Changbin a world-renowned chef, wandering the cityscape bouncing from each flamboyant club to elegant restaurant he sets his sights on. He’d spend those days if it weren’t for the thorn in his side his virtue Temperance, a feisty archangel with a knack for ruining his fun he makes it his mission to corrupt the virtue and be the first of the sins to create a fallen angel.

Hyunjin: coming soon…

wrath; the inordinate and uncontrolled feeling of hatred and anger

Virtue: love or charity

Summary: Satan, now trapped in his mortal form Hwang Hyunjin by God due to his cardinal sins is forced to spend his eternity with his virtue, Love at his hip in every waking moment. He finds her mysterious call to his mind and heart infuriating as it drives him wild with wrath and infatuation. When he loses his ability to sense her presence everything is flipped into a world of Chaos, disparity and Wrath in which he did not cause. So, with a blood oath he sets out to locate his other half and destroy those that stolen her away from him.

Jisung: Coming soon…

Lust; defined as immoral because its object or action of affection is improperly ordered according to natural law or the appetite for the particular object (eg sexual desire) is governing the person's will and intellect rather than the will and intellect governing the appetite for that object.

Virtue: chastity

Summary: Asmodeus, now Han Jisung, a Has corrupted the strongest willed priests and popes in history. His love for his cardinal sin has him sharing the euphoria with almost every mortal he meets, that is until he comes face to face with his virtue, Chastity; the embodiment of everything he couldn’t have cast away by his own hands at the turn of the century. Her influence reaching a select few in his favorite personal hell. Vowing to show the object of his affection the true lengths Lust and absolute pleasure can take you; he embarks on a journey of fornication, heartbreak and persuasion.

Felix: coming soon…

pride; excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God.

Virtue: humility

Summary: Lucifer, hates his exile as Lee Felix under the demon Belial. He was far more intelligent than his current supervisor, he loathed his deity and their fear of anyone having a mind. He spent his days in a bore, missing his time in heaven he spends his days with visions of the precious virtue, Humility. He admonishes those that blindly follow their predestination, he detests his creator for condemning him to walk amongst these…. creatures that is until his twin brother presents him with a deal find and seal his beloved's fate…...corrupt her and get back into heaven.

Seungmin: coming soon….

Envy; sin of jealousy over the blessings and achievements of others

Virtue: kindness

Summary: Leviathan, lives his life as Kim Seungmin resenting his fellow keepers of the sins. They’re virtuous extravagant lifestyles to their most wildest dreams being fulfilled. While he had to stand there and watch, watch as the pesky humans around him found their way, watch as his brethren became successful in both hell and the mortal world. The Demon kings names bringing an icy chill up their spines at the power and influence they possess; if a demon king sets his sights on you, your soul becomes tainted with their sin until it eats the being alive and sends your soul straight to hell. He hates as his sin is the one full of disgust and had such a bad wrap, envy is what built civilization itself yet they worship Belial and the wretched deity that cursed himself, that is until he is greeted with something he’d never experienced before his virtue….Kindness

Jeongin: coming soon…

Sloth: a spiritual or emotional apathy, neglecting what God has spoken, and being physically and emotionally inactive. It can also be either an outright refusal or merely a carelessness in the performance of one's obligations, especially spiritual, moral or legal obligations.

Virtue: perseverance

Summary: Belphegor, enjoys his days as Yang Jeongin, the laid back neglectful floor manager of Stay Corporation. If you were to ask any of the mortal employees under his leadership they would say he was always at work but he was rarely ever working. His reputation was a positive one despite his hidden identity, he enjoyed watching as his floor scrambled to get report’s together for meetings he’d never mentioned until the day before. He adored sprinkling small bits of his sin around the office and watching as the floor became bored, underachieving and understandably tired. The only thing he would say he’d enjoy a change with is one particular little itty bitty thorn in his side; the one thing that he cannot stand more than actual work that sat right outside his office. His virtue….Perseverance.

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids angst reaction #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids demon au #stray kids bang chan #stray kids felix #stray kids minho #stray kids changbin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids jisung #stray kids seungmin #stray kids jeongin #stray kids yandere #bang chan angst #bang chan fluff #bang chan smut #minho angst #minho smut #minho fluff #changbin angst #changbin fluff #changbin smut #hyunjin angst #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin smut #jisung fluff #jisung smut #jisung angst

[cirusthecitrus]

Can I ask Entrapta and Hordak for the character ask meme?

First impression: with Entrapta, she caught my eye even before the show premiered, when I saw the promo art. I fell in love with her design right away, though i didn't care much for her character at first, just didn't get the hype. It is only after she showed her vulnerable side, when she thought her friends abandoned her (but we knew it was not true!), thats when I got invested. Tuned in for the drama, stayed for the purble mad scientist

Same with Hordak. Didn't care for the character, loved the design. And I loved it specifically because he looked similar to the demon characters from my original story I was working on with a friend at the time. The long pointy ears, the nose, the glowing eyes, the clawed hands and sharp teeth, they also have wings just like Imp!

Oh and I always loved his relationship with Imp, it was so fun to watch these two interact :3

Impression now: to me personally Entrapta and Hordak are the real heart of the show. They are both integral to the story, they're interesting and fun in their own ways and their relationship is simply the best thing the show has to offer. Plus their personal journeys are so exquisitly tragic, love me some good angst

They're both my lil scrunklies, my beloved chew toys, one of my fave evil power couples. Though I gravitate more towards Hordak, he got that melancholic sad doe eyes rizz. And older brother issues (hes just like me fr🤝)

Favorite moment: oof but there are so many. 'Imperfection is beautiful' and 'I am Hordak' are obviously in my top 5, but I also want to mention some other ones

From entrapdak scenes - the one where they chat while sitting on Hordak's throne, the one where Hordak protects Entrapta from the portal explosion and the iconic "What have you done to me?" scene

As for their personal moments, I still giggle at Entrapta's "Do I need to explain math to you?🤨", also I can't get over her soft hum and lil smile when she remembers her lab partner in the portal reality

And with Hordak, again, love all the scenes where he's so casually adorable with Imp, also s4 moments when he's being obsessed with Entrapta (can't deside between the blushing scene and the 'crying over her' scene)

Idea for a story: For Entrapta I've been thinking about an au where she gets consumed by the Island before her friends find her, turning into this scary powerful monster who still has some of her free will. And she either escapes the island herself, becoming a threat to both the Horde and the rebellion (but eventually she and Hordak save each other with the power of love~), or she stays on BI and has this emotional fight with Adora and Bow where she gets to voice all her fears and grievances, but in the end gets defeated and comforted

For Hordak I have this idea about him meeting another clone with the same defect as him. Maybe he was just fresh out of a pod, and his condition only took a toll on him after the fall of Prime. I imagine Hordak being so gentle and protective of him, giving him all the love and understanding + recourses he was deprived of. I also imagine him finally not feeling so alinated when he's around his own kind, like a black sheep among his "perfect" able bodied brothers, because now he knows he's not the only one

Unpopular opinion: Entrapta's trauma should've been treated more seriously and not forgotten right after the Beast Island episode. S5 felt like s4 events were erased from everyone's memory. Also, it should've affected Entrapta more. Again, where are the conflicted feelings towards Hordak? It was never established that she found out the truth about her exile, that Hordak was lied to and had no idea about it. And where are the conflicted feelings towards Catra? The more I think about it, the more I hate that dumb apology and the fact that it was enough for Entrapta to forgive her, after everything Catra did to her and her loved ones

With Hordak... those are not quite common, but it is still tiring to see some fandom opinions where ppl critique this version of Hordak by calling him a loser and a lame villain/character, because he's not "badass" and "threatening" enough and is bad at his job as the leader of the Horde. Cause like... that's the point. Hordak was bad at this because he was not suited for this role, he is not a leader and thats not bad/contradicting writing, thats just his character trait. He was only trying to mimic the only role model he ever had in his life, trying to fit into Prime's shoes and obviously failing at it, because he's not Prime. He was also programmed to be an obedient slave with no wants or ambitions, not a dominant power hungry ruler, and I can only imagine what it took him to become as powerful and threatening as he is in the show. He did not belong on that throne, not because he's incompetent/useless or stupid or a bad warlord, but because choosing to become Lord Hordak, choosing to go all this way to try and prove himself worthy to his uncaring god was,on itself, his biggest mistake, not the right path for him. The Etherian Horde is like that because it's existence was a mistake

Favorite relationship: romantic? with each other. Platonic? Also with each other, but also -

For Entrapta - her friendship with Adora and Wrongie (also Scorpia, but only pre s5 Scorpia, like girl what happened...)

For Hordak - his bond with Imp and his relationship with Horde Prime (i just love how tragic and messed up it is okay?)

Favorite headcanon: idk if a have a favorite, there are all sorts of hcs, so i'll just focus on a random one I like

I do find the idea of Hordak being creeped out and lowkey haunted by Entrapta's cat painting hilarious, but I also like to think that the cat was her real pet, maybe a childhood pet even, and by keeping the painting she honors the memory of her old friend

#thank you for the ask! #ask memes #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #spop #shera #ramblings #spop meta

[softlyspector]

hello :-) just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your writing and would like to know who are your favorite authors from here :) or what are some of your favorite works

sending u love 🫂🩷

Thank you so much! And I'm sorry its taken me so long to answer this ask. I have a fic rec tag so you can see my recs and what I've been reading recently.

So, here we go! A long ass list because all of these wonderful people deserve it!

I'm always shouting from the rooftops to anyone who will listen about Cinnamon and Honey (Joel Miller x selectively mute!Reader) by @batsingotham - There aren't words to describe how much I love Joel in this fic. It feels like being a part of the game. Joel and Ellie's relationship melts my heart and fixes so much and give me everything I ever wanted for them.

Quite literally anything by @sweetly-yours-and-mine but specifically:

The Dress (Marc Spector x Reader) - Perfect Marc, perfect characterization of Marc. Maria's prose and characterization is just perfect.

this untitled drabble (single dad!Marc Spector x Reader) - Marc as a single father healed me and broke me. Again, the most beautiful beautiful writing. I can only hope to write with this much talent some day.

Waters (Layla El-Faouly x Reader x Marc Spector) - Laylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. She's so hot. That's all I have to say.

Everything @psychedelic-ink writes is a masterpiece but if I have to choose favorites that she's written its definitely:

Stay In Bed (Joel Miller x Reader, unrequited Tommy Miller x Reader) - which I desperately need to catch up but that is so well written and Tommy and Joel are both so fleshed out and interesting

Spitfire (Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos) - the nuance and the backstory that Sil gives to Joel and Tess's relationship....unmatched.

Exile (Joel Miller x ofc June) - I think about this fic so often, it's the kind of beautiful brutal that really sticks with you. It's a favorite favorite, y'know.

Sooooo many by @cupofjoel but especially:

a sudden sense of liberty (Joel Miller x Reader) because nothing has ever broken my heart so completely before and,

living in a state of dreaming (Joel Miller x Reader) which also broke my heart but in a different way

I really should just link @ezrasbirdie's entire masterlist and call it a day, but again if I must choose:

Surrender (Joel Miller x ofc Daisy) - This series has my whole heart. I love everything about this series, its so well done and so fleshed out, and I don't want it to ever end so I've been savoring each chapter so slowly. Also, Daisy..........I'm in love with her. Daisy is actually my gf now, Joel can go somewhere else.

Going Slow (Javier Pena x Reader) - I adore Javi in this fic. It's so special to me and I go back to read it all the time.

Catalyst (Frankie Morales x Reader x Joel Miller) - This fic is a dream come true, that's all I have to say about it.

Cupcake (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader) by @ezrasbirdie and @haylzcyon - Car salesman Jack is something I never knew I needed but now I can't live without him.

More Than My Father's Son (Joel Miller x ofc Millie/Arrow) by @joels6string - Another series I desperately need to catch up on, but if you're looking for a fic that is specifically game!Joel Miller look no further than this fic. It's so special and it feels like you're right there in the middle of the game in Jackson. I love everything about Joel and Arrow, and the characterization of Joel is unmatched.

My foreverrrrr favorite Din series Beloved (Din Djarin x Reader) by @groguspicklejar Din is just so perfect in this series. I could go on forever about how much I love this story. Every single word is so loved by me.

I think everyone already knows about Homecoming (Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales) by @astroboots but if you don't you need, need, to go give it a read.

In a Perfect World, You Love Me[i] and [ii] (Din Djarin x Reader) by @theidiotwhowritesthings - The pining? The angst? The love? The tiniest hint of jealousy? Chef's kiss from start to finish with such amazing payoff for a two parter.

room for three (Arthur Morgan x Reader x Joel Miller) by @morning-star-joy - this fic gave me everything. It made all my pixel cowboy dreams come true. If you love Joel but you haven't heard about the delight that is Arthur Morgan, this is the perfect introduction to him. And it's just....super hot. Who doesn't love smutty cowboys?

obsessed aka the dorm room au (Marc Spector x Reader) by @juneknight - It's just. So hot. Melts the brain and leaves you wanting more.

sunshine state (Benny Miller x Reader) by @brewsterispunkk - Benny is my dream boy in this. I love him and everything about this series.

My favorite Jake fic, that I still think about on the regular is dlz (Jake Lockley x Reader) by @ichorai - I love everything about the way Jake is portrayed here. He's so special to me.

#bec talks #fic rec list

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 • ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : the people who appear kind to you will betray you

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : very simple as possible

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess reader, language, use of y/n, Henry is (30+), Jason Carver (yeah- his name alone is a warning) reader and Eddie are both (21), lost prince 👀, exile, frame up, mentions of loved one missing, false accusations, amnesia, arrange marriage, mUrder, manipulation, age gap

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : set in 17th century but upside down and Hawkins exists just imagine it's in old timey set up, dark fantasy, angst and drama, I apologize in advance :((

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I can't contain my excitement for this upcoming series! I really hope you'll enjoy reading! 🥺🫶🏻✨

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : if you haven't listen at the song below, I really suggest to listen it with lyrics because the whole idea of this series is about the song! :))💗

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ SARAH'S MAIN PAGE ❣

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

The kingdom is filled with joy and laughter, the palace is always cheerful

Your father, Jim, is one of the most respectable and beloved royalty, he fought many dangerous wars and despite the violence and the blood spilled, he still continues to be the caring and thoughtful King

From another part of your village, the small family that you adored so much, your father's most trusted advisor, The Munson Family

Wayne is almost like the substitute when your father is not around except for being strict in other situations

He is so fun and also the wisest person, you ever knew and there goes his nephew, Edward, which will soon to become a prince

One of the skilled knights in your father's army, is the king's general, Enzo

You always wanted to be like this, you wished that no one will ever destroy your precious home

After your 18th birthday, your dad has another duty to fulfill that he needs to attend

"You sure, you don't want anything?" He says as he climbs up on his horse

"All I wanted is for you to come home, father" you say as you handled his silver helmet to him with a worrisome expression on your face

He holds your cheeks "We'll be okay"

You exhaled as you nod to him weakly

He gave you a small smile as you watch him rode his horse away

Wayne arrived at your palace, disheartened you could see the horror from his face

His hair is disheveled and his boots are covered with mud

He fell down on the floor as you ran up to him kneeling down on the process

"W-Wayne? What happened?"

He's crying and he can't even talk straight

"S-Someone took my nephew- someone s-stole him!" He sobbed as he holds onto you

Your eyes welled with tears at his remark

You knew that boy, he's the sweetest, you hardly talk to each other since he has other responsibilities from his place

The doors from your palace bang with a loud opening as the bunch of guards circling the both of you

Your face turned into confusion as you looked at all of them

"Y/N- stay away from that man!" One of the guards announced as they forced to pull you away from him

"W-What? No!" You scream as you tried to reach for his hands but it was no use

"What are you doing! What is the meaning of this? Let me go! As your princess, I demand to know what's going on!" You tried to yank the grip on your forearms as you point one of the guards

"They've been practicing black magic at the town, your majesty"

The same ridiculed expression you both matched with Wayne as you looked at each other

"That's nonsense!"

For the first time in your life, you feel like no one is listening to you like, you feel useless, as they tried to drag you away from Wayne

"You shouldn't arrest him! His nephew- Edward is missing!" You shouted out loud but it seems like whatever you do, they won't follow you

You feel weak and small as you sobbed quietly

"Where's father? Where's Enzo?" You whisper to yourself as you watch Wayne put his hands behind his back as they tied it

They push you from your bedroom as you heard them lock it

You couldn't sleep, you wonder what is going on with Wayne, he is sure locked in the dungeon

For a while, you dozed off

A sudden soft nudge from your forearms, you slowly open your eyes and there you see your father right in front of you

"Father? Am I dreaming?" You happily say as you wrap your arms around him

"My dear daughter, how I missed you so" he hugs you tenderly

"Wayne, they locked him up a-and I don't understand- and Edward- he's- he's missing!" You immediately say as you tried to look on his eyes for answers

"What?!"

"And Enzo- are you with him?"

"Yes, I am, listen, whatever you do, don't trust anyone asides from us" he looked at you with a pointed look

He takes one last look at you as you hold him

"Father! Please- don't leave!" You beg as you block his way

"I have to do this, Y/N"

"I want you to stay"

"Remember what you taught you to do, keep listening to your guts and your instincts"

"Please- tell me what's going on!"

He hugs you as you let another bucket of tears went down from your eyes, he kisses the top of your head

"You'll be a great princess, someday"

Your eyes went wide at his words as he let go of you as he disappeared in the night

You're left with confusion and fear

One year later after the haunting night happened

It's your 19th birthday and ever since that night, the palace walls are like watching you, you don't feel safe and it almost like a

Fever Dream

There is one however, saved you from the depths of hardship on that eventful evening

His name is Henry, he's tall, slim, blonde hair with blue eyes, has a record of achievements and comes from a wealthy family

He definitely looks older than you, but you can't help but question his kindness towards you

Jason, his presence alone, will always make you feel uncomfortable, he's a knight but an asshole

You always remind yourself from the words of your own father

"Listen, whatever you do, don't trust anyone"

The night couldn't even be more traumatic when a red light cracks the ground, a long branch of vines and screeching creatures came out of it

Your once peaceful Hawkins is now connected in the another dimension

You watch the grotesque happenings from your balcony as your knees wobble from the excruciating pain and wailing from your people

Unbeknownst to you, without your knowledge, Jason exiles Enzo from the palace and Wayne is locked up in prison for a lifetime

The sky is not the same anyone, it's dark and red thunderstorms everywhere

You still have no news about your father

Henry may be gentle around you but deep down you know his intentions are not always right

One of your people are dying with hunger, the meals that you're supposed to eat, you will give it to them instead

"Henry, my people are suffering"

"Your highness, you should not leave your room" Henry softly speaks at you

"I'm tired of you bossing me around"

"Well, maybe- you should be grateful who saved you before" Jason spats as he glares at you

And that's where you became silent

It's not your fault to be helpless at that night, but you did your every best to be the princess that everyone needed

His words may affect you but you won't let him get into you

You rebelled against the palace guards, fought with them and he only came into the picture when you're sucked down in debt

Almost penniless

You wonder where it all goes after he handled it

Henry made a declaration that it's forbidden and life-threatening to interact with the other side

Sure, the monsters are in it are terrifying, but how about the people that are left with that part of the world?

How did they survive? How are they're still alive in a place like that?

You have so many questions that some of your own palace maids won't give you answers and even, Henry

While walking around the hallway, you saw your father's study door is slightly open

That room is always locked and no one else is allowed to be inside, unless, your father personally asked to accompany to be with him

You heard two familiar voices, it's Henry and Jason

"Hawkins is going to fall soon"

"She'll grow on me, it'll take time"

"It will be a disaster- if she doesn't marry you"

Your cupped your mouth, you feel light-headed

"Why would you wait? When you could force her"

"Look, Jason, she's already afraid of me, I don't want her to feel unsure of me"

He scoffed "So- what are you going to do then?"

"I want her to trust me, I just haven't earned that yet"

"That's a waste of fucking time, Henry"

"You can't make me do that!"

"She has no choice! I know- she'll do anything to save her people even she doesn't want to do this"

Henry sighs in exasperation

"You're the only hope that she'll ever have"

The last words of Jason will make your skin crawl

"Marry her or I'll kill her myself"

The vase from your behind knocked over as it smashes on the floor

The two men went outside as they saw you there like a deer caught in the headlights

Henry eyeing you in concern while Jason menacingly looks at you like you're unworthy

"You know, you should feel lucky that someone is willing to marry you"

Your eyes are glassy as your heart suffocated at the intense fear that is building up

You ran away from them as you went outside of the palace

You heard, Jason calling the guards to lock you up in the dungeon

You quicken your pace as you tried to hide to catch up with your breath

One of the townspeople saw you

"You'll going away, miss?"

You nod hesitantly

"I just- can't leave the town like this- I can't go away when- but I also want answers- I feel like I'm in hell" you choked up in your own tears

"We hear you, princess, we understand"

You stare and for a moment- you almost lost your faith

"We'll cover you, now, go"

"Thank you"

"We can't keep up, sire- I think we lost track of her"

"if you can't catch her then I'll make it easy for you"

"I command you to eliminate her"

Henry argues with Jason "No- you can't do that!"

"Ignore him" Jason dismissed Henry as he orders more guards to look out for you

You ran and ran as your feet can take you farther and further away

But, this is the part where it gets all risky

If you step closer to this world, you don't know what will happen to you

You placed your palms over your knees as your chest rise up and down

You heard the overlapping guards voices becoming more closer to where you are now

You saw the bow and arrow that is targeted to you

You can't hear anything, only your heartbeat, the sounds of branches of trees, the noise from the guard's uniform- it blurred out

Take the risk or live through hell

You went in and the arrow that is meant for you disintegrated into ashes

"We can't follow her there, it's against the rules"

"That's not our problem anymore, she's gonna die in there"

You watch the veiny portal to see if they'll continue to chase you

The screeches of the creatures got your attention

It almost like Hawkins but different, filled with vines and unusual air

One of the flying monsters tried to attack you as you ran again

You have your sword with you but you're too tired to fought them all off

They're so many and it seems like this is your fate, the creatures are circling around you, they're gaining on you

You run as fast as you could until you heard someone saying from afar

"Hey!"

Before you can look at the person that called you, you turned your heel around as you accidentally slipped and hit your head on the rocks

The mysterious man with a low bun jogged his way towards you as he looked down on you

Your head is bleeding and he didn't think twice to carry you

Who will rescue you now?

No present father, no advices, no guidance, no more friends around

Only, you can save yourself

Is this the man that you're father is referring to? To not to be trusted?

Or the ones that lives from your palace?

#Spotify #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #i love eddie munson #eddie munson supremacy #eddie munson angst #agirwholovesrockstarsfics #eddie munson series

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol. 15

Hi friends!!

Welcome to week 15 of The Spreadsheet Digest! I read a lot of angst this week.... but there's plenty of really good smut and fluff to balance it out, I promise! Also 3/10 fics are from one author, but I promise their stuff is to die for.

You can find the Spreadsheet here and all of my previous rec lists here.

Recs under the funny BTS pic from Triple Frontier

Birds of Prey - a Tommy one shot by @toxicanonymity

I normally wouldn't rec a tommy fic, but!! First of all Toxic wrote it so like... duh. Second of all it's kind of a sidebar to her Raider!Joel series and I'm assuming it kind of comes into play later in that series so like you should read it. Also it's fucking delicious. Raider!Tommy is sooooo fucking hot.

Fall Apart, Again - a Joel series by @wildemaven

AHHHHH THE TWIST!!! Healthy dose of angst right up front in the first chapter with these lovely hints of more to come AND THEN!!! there's a twist. I can't tell you about the twist because that would ruin it, but like I thought I knew what it was, right? And the thing I thought was gonna happen did and I was like oh! I called it. But that was a fakeout. There's a bigger twist. Fucking.... wild man. You gotta read it. (Oh and wildemaven writes so beautifully. The descriptive language is to die for). Get it while it's hot kids.

Breakout - a Joel series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Boxer (now trainer) Joel!! Reader has an asshole boxer bf! I hope Joel gets to beat the shit out of Tyler tbh. I really fucking love Ren's writing style and the way she builds up the characterization. Like we learn so much about Joel's life and personality, Tyler and Reader's relationship dynamic, Reader's sort of (as yet unknown to them) kinship with Joel, Sarah and Joel's relationship, and more all in 7K words. This fic is going to be so fucking lovely. I think it's one of those "Oh my god that poor man deserves to be happy for once in his miserable little life" fics and I LOVE those.

This is the Way - a Din one shot by @psychedelic-ink

I thought this fic was gonna be silly! And I mean I guess it was. Certainly no angst. But if you think accidentally moaning This is the Way would be silly.... you think wrong. The way Mando responded??? Good god this fic is hot, y'all. I just like... does Din have a breeding kink? Is it the fact that she said it when he creampied her and like... the marriage vow thing is "we will raise warriors" ??? Sorry I'm speculating a lot here. I just... anyway yeah feral din. very hot.

The Art of Healing - a Marcus Pike series by @northernbluess

This is such a gorgeous fic. It has a lot of discussion of ED recovery, so please read warnings and take care of yourself and don't read if it will hurt you BUT!!! The way the topic is handled in the fic is so fucking beautiful. Marcus is a precious angel baby and Jo is so so so strong and wonderful. It's really lovely to follow along with her therapy and see what she paints. It's also incredible watching her bond with Marcus grow. It's a slow burn, therapist x OFC, with lots of angst but also so many of these like... really tender and sweet moments. It's so clearly a story that is coming from the heart and I adore it and can't wait to read more.

Exile - a Javi P series by @jksprincess10

Ok big warning up front -- she killed steve lmao. That's how reader ends up being Javi's partner. I really love how Javi's dickish demeanor from early season one is being played up here. Big fuckin fan. I just know this is gonna be a beautiful smutty enemies to lovers extravaganza.

Only Angel - a Javi P series by @tieronecrush

I really like professor peña. Like it makes a lot of sense that he'd do that after retiring. I love the concept of this fic so much. And the tension is being built up so fucking well. Javi pining and chastising himself. The subtle mention of reader doing something to support herself that is definitely not TAing. I would be more than happy to be Javi's extraneous circumstance. Anywayyyy I fucking love this and I'm so excited for the next chapter ahhhh.

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I grabbed a giant chunk off the older half of the sheet so there's a pretty good section where it's just one author lol. Oh and a lot of these are on AO3 but several of the stories were also posted on tumblr, I just read them on AO3 for whatever reason.

One Thing I'm Missing - a Joel series by @joelscruff

Sex, Drugs, and... Tacos - a Dieter one shot by @absurdthirst

Deseos Profundos - Javi P one shot by @absurdthirst

Le Trio De Fleur - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst

Chemical Feelings - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst

Menace - a Joel one shot by @atinylittlepain

I'll Never Fall in Love Again - a Dieter series by OonaJaeAdira (on AO3)

Stress Relief - a Javi P one shot by ezrasbirdie (on AO3)

Waterproof - a Dieter one shot by LeslieLyman (on AO3)

Starlight - a Din Series by LovelessDagger (on AO3)

Let the right one in - a Joel Series by LaMorenadelAtl (on AO3)

Dark but just a game - a Joel One shot by devilmademewriteit (on AO3)

Celestial Navigation - Dieter Series by @write-and-buried

Extra Whipped Cream - a Dieter Series by @pettyprocrastination

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[venteas]

if one of us dies, i hope i die first - genshin fic

ft. yae miko, raiden ei, lisa, zhongli, venti (x gn!reader)

warnings: angst, doesn't follow canon timeline, grammatical errors

cw: alcoholism

summary: you are a traveller from another world, traversing across teyvat in search of a place to call home since you were exiled from your homeland. just as you settle down with them, fate decides that your journey will end here.

YAE MIKO! she doesn't cry - she has learnt that crying gets her nowhere. she's the same as ever on the outside, teasing and joking, and to anyone who does not know her well, it is as if nothing ever happened. deep down, however, she feels more lonely than ever. it is the same feeling she had when her friend left her for centuries, yet this time she knows that even after centuries, after millennia, while she may still be alive, she will never see you again. it pains her to say it, but she truly cared for you. she knows of your exile from your homeland, and even if she couldn't identify it, she had fallen in love with you. she wanted a place for you to stay, a place where you could call home, with someone whom you could always rely on. perhaps yae miko may not be someone everyone adores, but she certainly adores you, and vice versa. while she has lost many over the hundreds of years she's lived, you will never be just another person she's lost. to her, you will always be a brave traveller whom she was in love with.

RAIDEN EI! one thing ei was afraid of was falling in love, because it never lasted. it was a contradiction of eternity. yet she still fell in love with you. she knew it was a bad idea, because you were reckless, carefree, everything she was not. it was only until one night when you were drunk, while she was eating her favourite dango, that you revealed your situation to her. searching for a place to call home was all you ever wanted, and in ei's eyes, while you were still the same reckless traveller she knew, you were also looking for your idea of eternity. your relationship with her began to blossom, and soon, the two of you had decided to settle down. when news of your death got to ei, it was as if the rest of the world did not matter. it was the same feeling she got when she lost her sister and everyone she ever knew. reality hit hard then - eternity was your enemy, because you were a flame so bright it chipped away at your life. eternity and you could never be together, and ei's only just learnt this. despite this, however, she doesn't resent you. she still loves you, still visits your grave ever so often, and still remembers your desire for your own eternity. for as long as she will live, ei will remember you, just as she remembers her sister.

LISA! lisa has known ever since she was cursed by the magic book that she would die young. she doesn't expect to outlive jean, kaeya, anyone in the knights of favonius, really, and she definitely does not expect to outlive you, a traveller exiled from their homeland. so it is quite a shock to her when she finds out from a solemn jean that you have died while trying to save a citizen of mondstadt. how is this possible, lisa wonders, because she knows you are a capable fighter. according to the official reports, you had already sustained previous wounds while exploring the old temples scattered around mondstadt, where several ruin guards reside. she is shaken, of course - how could one's life be so easily taken just like this? death was inevitable, that was one thing lisa knew very well. but for death to strike just as the two of you were figuring things out, trying to put a label to this strange relationship you two had, well... fate is cruel. perhaps, the two of you will be reunited soon enough. and maybe then, the both of you could lead the life you never got the chance to live.

ZHONGLI! it's yet another loss to zhongli, the oldest archon, the god of contracts. he's supposed to be experienced in this field, so why does he feel so down during your funeral procession? he watches from the side as hu tao, the director of the wangsheng funeral parlour, directs the procession. you in that coffin, eyes shut as if you were merely sleeping. he feels a certain emotion he hasn't felt in a long time, something akin to grief, but not quite. it's the kind of grief that eats him from the inside, knowing full well that he could have been there to protect you from the fatui. he would've switched places with you in a heartbeat if it meant that you could live, because he's just a retired god living amongst mortals. you, on the other hand, had just begun life. to a god, someone who has lived for thousands of years, a few decades was like a blink of an eye. and he only wished that he had been there so you could stay by his side, by liyue, for as long as you could. as he watches the burial take place, zhongli closes his eyes briefly. memories of the two of you flash across his mind, moments where you were happy, sad, angry. he cannot reverse time now, but the least he can do is preserve the memories the both of you shared together. the love he has for you will never die, even if he does. perhaps if fate allows, he can find you sooner than expected.

VENTI! resident alcoholic of mondstadt, venti. of course he's not fully sober when you lie in his arms, feeling the disease take over you. you don't know what it is, but barbara has been trying her best to relieve the pain for you. jean has searched far and wide to find a cure for your disease, but it seems it is something you contracted in your homeland before you were exiled. venti's braids tickle your face as he stares at you with hazy eyes. "venti?" you call, your eyelids feeling heavier than usual. he replies with a hum. "i love you." he can't reply, he's far too gone to do so. but he starts humming a tune you know - he's not wrong when he says he knows tunes from all over, past or future. it is a lullaby your parents used to sing to you before you went to bed - you now associate it with comfort, with home. he hums the full tune, even if he can't speak. and you smile, if a little bitter, because what a way to die this is. in your lover's arms, with a tune you know all too well. peacefully, you shut your eyes. venti doesn't realise you really are gone until much later, when you no longer respond to his singing, to his touches. whether he will use more alcohol as a method of coping, or whether he will finally realise what his alcohol addiction can do, that...well, that's really up to him. but one thing is for certain - the tune he sings for you, will always be sung when he's lonely, and on the rare occasion he's sober. because it reminds you of home and comfort, and knowing your reasons for coming to mondstadt, he wants you - or rather, your spirit - to accept his land as a home.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin angst #yae miko x reader #raiden x reader #lisa x reader #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #yae miko angst #raiden ei angst #lisa angst #zhongli angst #venti angst #twilight-theatre

[snowthornes]

A warning: ahead is a very very long essay-slash-ramble about Salyra, a character from Crown of Exile by @ramonag-if . I have a lot of thoughts about her complexities as a character as well as the tragedies of her relationship with the MC, so I figured I should just put them all into words before I explode. If you haven't read CoE yet, please do — you won't regret it!! Especially if you're a huge fan of complicated, "okay wow this hurts" family angst and heart melting romance. 🥹✨✨

Salyra is someone who possesses the self-created tragedy of a hero. When Salyra believes in something, she believes in it with her whole heart, and she'll stop at nothing to fight for it. She's... the hero that many adore, but hurts those closest to her, directly or indirectly. Like her family, who've heard nary a word from her for all those years, not knowing if she was alive or dead. Like the MC.

Salyra's sacrificed countless things for her cause, and those sacrifices sometimes involved the hearts of those who loved her.

She's willful. Willful and determined. Great qualities for a rebellion's leader/figure of inspiration; not so much for when you're trying to patch up a relationship with your child who had long thought you dead, and had suffered for it.

It's like she thinks that if she pushes enough, if she shows MC the depths of her sincerity, it'll make MC accept her after all those years. It doesn't. For certain MCs, anyway. It only serves to push them further away.

Right, this is going to swerve into more specific territory. I'll be going into a little more detail on my MC's relationship with Salyra. The relationship between Salyra and my MC just... fascinates me.

Salyra is the high priestess, adored by the people of Ishari. MC... is MC. They were discriminated, mistreated, and followed with gazes of spite and distrust in Cyre because of their Ishari blood. Once MC returned to Ishari, they were greeted with — surprise, surprise — even more gazes of distrust and suspicion! Partly because of their blood guard parentage, partly because of their loyalty to the exiled prince, etc etc.

You stare at Rana, suddenly conflicted with anger and betrayal. You never wanted a sister, you only wanted a mother. Rana stares at you, suddenly gripping onto Mama's arm and twisting behind her, as if afraid to look up at you. A look of disappointment flashes through Mama's eyes, but it is directed at you, not Rana. It is a look you remembered Mama using when anyone would upset you as a child and now, you find yourself bearing the full force of her frown. You would laugh were it not so painful to think about the life you were robbed while Mama evidently moved on.

"Avriel," Mama murmurs. "You are my son and I know that I have not always been there for you, but I would like to remedy that. We cannot gain back what we have lost, but we have time now to find each other again."

"I need to go," Mama murmurs. "Rana needs me, Avriel. So does Danzor."

For a moment, you catch sight of your mother, but she does not see you. After returning to the temple, she has washed and changed, the priestesses who had been chanting earlier, now crowding around her. Anu called Mama the High Priestess and you cannot help but wonder just how long she has been in Ishari.

It's these. These scenes. Salyra has built a life in Ishari, a life without the MC. A loving family, a figure loved by the people... this is all that MC knows of who Salyra is now. The Salyra presented to him is a hero. A golden existence, a light in the dark, fearless leader of the rebellion.

(They need you? What about me, Mama? Do I not need you as well?)

(Those who had looked at you with suspicion now look at her with respectful, even admiring eyes. Salyra has a life here. But you — you are just the same. You are an outsider still, whether in Cyre or Ishari.)

Avriel is genuine and soft hearted, but he has a spine of unbending steel. He is proud. All those years mourning Salyra, grieving for her, only to find her alive and well in Ishari and with a family that she so clearly (and here we have a peek into Avriel's pain induced bitter thoughts, because honestly, that sad and angry child from so long ago never truly left him) prioritizes over him.

It's like his life has been rendered into a bitter joke.

What does Salyra want from him? Does she expect him to come and go as she pleases, there when she wants him and gone when she doesn't? Is he expected to wait in the wings as Salyra tends to her new family, only playing the part of a loving son when her eyes turn to him once more? Salyra, his mama. Salyra, now the head priestess, looked upon with respect by the very people who had looked at him with such suspicion.

(^ Above is Avriel's current thought process. Yes, he's a real mess. Irus is having a hell of a time soothing him, as the usual gentle-eyed man is currently very much like a wounded cat with its claws out and teeth bared, eyes set in a glacial glint.)

And honestly, those words might be quite unfair to Salyra. We do not know what she's experienced. Not yet. But are the words left spoken and unspoken between mother and child always fair? I think not. Salyra's expectations of MC could be called unfair as well, depending on the MC you're playing.

I just. I just find this so tragic. Salyra is a deeply complex character. Her greatest strengths are also her deepest flaws. Ironic, how the qualities that made her a hero could be the very thing that chills the heart of her child. I remember you said that Salyra will wise up on how to treat the MC in a future chapter, but wow. The tragedy of Salyra being her own undoing and the detoriation of the relationship between lauded mother and outcast child is just. Wow.

Also. leaving this here because Irus + Nearly Feral with Rage MC is everything:

You nearly laugh, the bitter rage that has been festering beneath your skin like a swarm of wasps, threatens to erupt from your skin. Prince Irus settles a hand on your shoulder and instantly, you are looking at him, noting the concern in his gaze. All at once, the rage leaves you, until you can finally breathe once more.

#aspen rambles #ok WOW that got long #really long #salyra is so deeply tragic #and she makes me so angry #but so fascinated #won't stop my mc from going head to head with her tho #crown of exile #coe: salyra #coe: rana #oc: avriel #avriel is having an awful very not good time in ishari #irus has his hands full because mans is ready to BITE #avriel has very much perfected his Glacial Stare™ and the rare times it comes out instantly makes the room temp drop several hundred degree #alr that's all thank you everyone

[agentkeegan]

"Haven't you heard? Witches don't burn."

Character: Gaz. Maybe angst?? Mainly romance tho! Warnings: Reader gets caught in a fire, Again maybe angst? , Somewhat suggestive flirting.

A/N: This was made at 5AM... I got the idea and had to write it despite being sick. I swear ill make part two of exile, once I feel better!

--- <3

There were always rumors on base you were some sort of witch. The harsh wounds that would take months to heal, took days. The paperwork that would take hours? Minutes. You had crystals in your room as well, but you always told them you were just huge on crystals. Just like other people your age.

Scaring the new recruits was funny as hell. When ever you got your work done earlier than everyone else. You went out of your way to scare them. Acting like you were chanting something out of a book to just pulling out a stick and saying a Harry Potter line. Always had them running.

Today was just another one of those days, you went out of your way to buy a crystal ball on your time off. Setting it up and sitting right by it. The recruits would be heading in from practice in about a minute. All worn out and tired. Hungry and drained. You turned on the crystal ball and it glowed purple. 5....4....3....2..

1.....The doors to the hallway banged open. And the chattering flooded your ears. The groans and the hungry rumbles set there fate in stone as they rounded the corner. The closet you sat in had the door peeked open. Enough for the purple light to shine through. The hallway went quiet. The whispers becoming noise to fill the hallway. "You open it!" A boy whispered to the girl next to him. "No! What if its that witch everyone has been talking about!" She whispered back. Hitting his shoulder.

"Dear God you two, I'll do it. I swear, all of you are being a wuss." Somebody spoke. Loud enough so everybody could hear it. Everyone began to back away from the door, as the person began to walk towards it. They reached their hand onto the door handle and slowly opened it. When the door opened, you began to chant. Loud. Circling your hands on the crystal ball infront of you.

"WITCH!!" They screamed. All of them running off in different directions. Like sprayed roaches. You tried to hold in your laugh but couldn't. You laughed to the point you were crying and holding your stomach on the floor. It was fucking hilarious. Someone joined your laugh, and you looked up to see who it was.

Gaz.

Whipping your tears and finishing you laugh, he spoke. "Scaring the new recruits again love?" He chuckled making his way to the closet to help you up. "Yeah.." you giggled. "Never gets old. They seriously think I'm a fucking witch!" You scoffed, acting offended. "Yeah, well...." He helped you up, bringing you into a hug. "..Your my little witch. Put a spell on my heart?" He cooed. Placing a kiss on your forehead before resting his head on your shoulder. "Cheesy." You rolled your eyes. Running your hands around his back. Bringing one up to his hair. "But pretty fucking adorable. Maybe your a succubus then? Tricking me with your looks?" Grinning, He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his mouth. Planting a kiss on it. "And you know what succubus's do right?" He winked. Teasing you.

"Oh don't get me started." You rolled your eyes, laughing. Snatching your hand away and walking off. "Hey!" He chased after you, taking your hand again as you both bicker and talk about your day. You were his witch who put a spell over his heart. And he was a succubus who used his charm to make you his.

Then why did it come to this?

The fire got bigger as the building welcomed it. The smoke became more unbearable and it got harder to see. Harder to breathe. Your name rang throughout the coms. Gaz and the rest of your team yelled for you, trying to know if you were still alive. Still worth saving to get to exfill. You coughed. Reaching for your coms, trying to press the button. Only for it to be broken.

---<3

Gaz looked into the fire. Struggling to get out of prices grasp and to come get you. Tears trickled down his face. Pure anger and sadness was all he felt. "LET ME FUCKING GO" He snapped at price. Trying to free his wrist from his hold. "Gaz, we are all fucking upset. But we have to fucking go or we are all dead!" He growled at gaz. His hold becoming stronger the more he struggled.

---<3

You limped through the fire, the pain in your ankle becoming harder to withstand. A metal rod was on the ground when you tripped trying to get out. You were able to heal it to some degree, but not fully. How? None of anybody concern. The metal rod still stuck out of your skin, it clearly visible. You grabbed ahold of a wall. Leaning against it as stability, you once again began to shift to some sort of exit. The flames or the jump was the least of your worries. It was the fall and the building slowly collapsing.

Your breath grew heavy, as the smoke filled your lungs. Walking into another ring of fire, allowing the flames to dance over your skin. Only to make it to the other side and for the fire to leave your skin with it. The doors felt infinite. Like every door you opened there was another door to open. Another hall way to walk down and another fire to walk through.

How long have you been in there? How long ago did they leave you? How long ago, did he leave you. 15 minutes? Or an hour? Seconds felt like hours. So you truly had no idea if its only been 5 minutes. But there is always a light at the end of a tunnel. Or, darkness, in this case. Beyond the fire ahead you can see the opened door that lead to the outside. The door, to the night sky.

You walked into the fire. The flames trailing up your legs, wrapping around every curve of your body. Trying to take you for itself. Only for it to fail and for it to only tickle your skin. Causing no harm to your body or clothes. As soon as you walked out, the crumpled to the ground. Only to hear the call of your name, and footsteps running towards you.

---<3

It was just constant argument between price and gaz. "We can't leave her." "Shes clearly fucking dead, and she wouldn't want us dead. We have to go". The restraint could leave marks on his wrists, and the yelling could leave his mouth dry. The tears that stained his checks stopped as the tears were no longer available.

"MATE.. IS THAT FUCKING..."

Soap yelled pointing towards the front door. A shadow figure on the other side of the flames, an outline of you. The argument went quiet as gaz snapped his head to the front door. Them all watching as you began to walk through the flames. "What the FUCK is mate doing?? Is mate an idiot?! Their going to get fucking burnt alive walking through that. " Soap spoke. Ghost chipping in. "Talk about burns.".

You walked through, completely unharmed by the flames. And dropped onto the floor. You were still awake, just weak. The metal pole that was through your ankle visible. Gaz looked towards price, we begging eyes for him to let go. Price nodded. Letting go of his grip on gaz. He bolted. Yelling your name and sprinting towards you.

----<3

He crouched down by you. Your eyes droopy. "Kyle..." you mumbled. "Yeah! Yeah its me." He grabbed you. Propping you up towards him. He began to check for any more injuries. Expecting burns, more bleeding. Only to be met with nothing. "How the hell did you not burn?! Your not hurt anywhere. Besides your ankle. Which already looked almost healed!" He spoke fast. Thinking he was seeing this. Only for you to giggle and his gaze to be meeting yours.

"Haven't your heard? Witches don't burn."

A/N : HAPPY HALLOWEEENN!! I'll proofread it later <3

#cod #call of duty #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #141 #gaz mw2 #gaz garrick #tf 141 #gaz x reader #ghost cod #gaz x you #gaz x y/n #gaz x gn!reader

[lucrezianoin]

Just read "Until nothing remains", and am absolutely blown away by ur writing. U wrote the characters so accurately that I practically heard and saw them as I read! The ending gave me shivers. I will continue to read ur writing and I'd like u to share reccs of ur favorite books/ media that I can read that inspired u (apart from bg3 ofc). Also, if u ever write a book, I'll buy it.

I AM SHAKINGGG I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY

Thank you so so much!! This threw me into an evening of writing and I almost finished the new chapter now :'DD hopefully I will post it soon.

I am just speechless, and I AM I FEEL SO GRATEFUL. It means so much to me. Just knowing someone enjoys what I write and they thing it is written well. I have a lot of ups and downs, writing wise, so some days I feel like I am just writing garbage haha (but I had to learn that even if that is the case, I should still have fun writing garbage).

OHH WHAT INSPIRED ME?? I FEEL LIKE HONORED. THANK YOU. (Also I wish I could finish the book I wanted to write... maybe one day....)

I am not sure if I consciously find inspiration somewhere, I am quite certain I have some pieces of literature and stories that are so deeply settled in my mind that I cannot help by unconsciously being inspired by them.

My absolute favorite theme is trust. I love trust so much, the idea of people earning complete and absolute trust in each other's, trust betrayed, trust given with high difficulty. Untrusty characters learning how to trust etc. Everything about it *chef kiss*.

Also when I write I tend to latch to characters that settles into this dichotomy of "They (character A) were so kind to me (character B)" vs "I (character B) wish I had been kinder to them (character A)". I adore it. The quote is almost word from word from one of my fav romance novel which is "The Rifter" by Ginn Hale.

Regarding my absolute favorite stories: Watership Down (Richard Adams) and His Dark Materials (Philip Pullman) are my favorite novels in all existence! I also adore Les Miserables and many others, but these two I have read more times than I can count.

I am also avidly into arthuriana and have collected arthurian texts and novels for ages. That is how I learnt English (by reading medieval tales and stories). I love Exiled from Camelot (Cherith Baldry) and The Idylls of the Queen (Ann Karr) and I adore how angst, trust and comfort/plot twist are written in those novels. And for the theme of abuse, I think nothing hit me as hard as The winter prince (Elizabeth Wein). In general I have read about.... 200 king arthur novels, and always tried to look for Mordred in them. Mordred, my beloved, the traitor.

More than anything I adore seeing how the same characters (king arthur legends revolve around the same characters) are reinterpreted and especially how a plot wanted by an author needs to change a character. For me it is like a puzzle.

ALSO I LOVE MY HERO ACADEMIA! Characters who are their own worst enemies, my beloved.

also shamelessly linking my fic "Until nothing remains" here.

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!

#i need to tag this i am shakinggg i do not want to lose this ask #love #this #made my day

[zuzu-draws]

I was wondering if you had any good obikaka fic suggestions? Like stuff where obito is crushing on kakashi but kakss3hi doesnt know it or something, just need some good shipp reading

Hmmm I'm someone who can be considered as a hardcore Angst-reader. Meaning, i like to read some stuff that will often leave me crying into a pillow or something. I guess i like it when characters go through pain x'''D Hahaha EMOTIONAL PAIN!

Unfortunately, some of the fics i would've put here have been long since deleted, but let me recommend some LEGENDARY ones that are still here! :-

Light and Shadow originally written by Kelakair, but translated by noppe

These three fics are LITERALLY my all-time favorite OBKK fics. it Absolutely destroyed me in the feels, I won't spoil much, But Hokage! Kakashi accidentally time-travels back to the moment He had killed Rin..and yeah well, i definitely recc reading this, this is so good. He's there right after Obito is done with his rampage.

To Save The Things We Love by Shyaway95, teslatempest

I'm not sure if this can strictly be considered as an ABO, i don't think it quite is. But it includes MPreg, so beware!! The Kid is absolutely adorable, Obito had no Idea he had become a dad (didn't even do the deed with Kakashi so WTF!) and parental! Kakashi. Obito catches the feelings while watching them (and protecting them) but denies it. Some good stuff if i may add myself lmao

Tsuku No Oka by octopizzy

Obito survives the Fourth Shinobi War. There is A LOT of heavy emotional tension between him and Kakashi. He goes on the journey for self-redemption with Sasuke. Sadly, one chapter is still left, but it's still REALLY worth the read!

Karmic Balance by Sanjuno

LISTEN!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST STUFF YOU CAN READ ABOUT OBKK!! After the ending of the original Naruto series. Both Kakashi and Obito are reincarnated into the world of KHM (I literally don't know anything about this series), but their FIRST meeting in this new world WILL reduce you to tears. I literally cried to this in the past because it's SUCH a good hurt to comfort fic!! So fullfilling!

komorebi by tomorrowsrain

Read this, I am genuinely begging you to read this. This fic will give you a lot of angst WITH the most fulfilling fluff around the end! SO!! READ IT!! RIGHT NOW!! GO GO GO-! It's canon divergent i think, that starts from Tobi's Kyuubi attack on Konoha. Kakashi actually takes his side and kills some ANBUs in a fit of panic but they both end up getting captured and eventually exiled. Kakashi's guilt-ridden while Obito is angry, so angry at the world and also at Kakashi.

Chef's kiss~

Do Ninjas Believe in Magic? by kanna666summon

If you like Harry Potter AUs, this is one of the best i've ever read regarding OBKK :p Sadly :'') It's incomplete so far, but i'm still hoping the Author finishes it someday because i'm really attached to this fic.

I think that's enough fic recommendations for now. There were MANY fics i've loved which were written by SweetDreamsAreMadeOfNaruto , like "Breaking Insanity" etc etc, but sadly they've deleted all theirs fics :') Let me know if you enjoyed these! If you feel like it, go ahead and add your own recommendations in the reblogs/comments too!

Enjoy!

#Obikaka #fanfiction recommendations #obito x kakashi #fanfic #obkk

[everybody-loves-purdy]

My thoughts on Thunder / ASC so far!

- This is my favorite arc, hands down. TPB was great too, but I wasn’t ever a big fan of Tigerclaw/star as the main villain, as I found him rather generic. Splashtail, Curlfeather, and Berryheart, on the other hand… fantastic characters, I adore how they’re written.

- Frostpaw gets spayed? Hell yeah!! Interesting plot point, and at least we now know that the Erins can no longer pull a Violetshine with her and make her into another boring stereotypical background mother after her arc is over.

- I really like the writing of Sparkpelt, Finchlight, Bayshine, and Myrtlebloom here. I’m glad Sparkpelt and Finchlight aren’t getting demonized anymore

- I’m fine with EITHER Squirrelstar *or* Ivystar. I think it’s safe to say that Squilf didn’t get all nine of her lives - it’s quite likely that Bramblestar only has a few left, so maybe she only got one or two of them? Something is fishy abt that, so I wouldn’t be surprised if we get Ivystar by the end of the arc. If Squilf stays leader, though, I’m cool with that too!

- Finally some acknowledgement of Sparrowtail and Hollowspring! Hollowspring has been a fave background cat of mine for a while, so him getting more development is great

- The way Sunbeam handled Cherryfall’s disrespect was very mature. I really appreciate that, after how immaturely we saw Nightheart handling his own conflicts in ThunderClan back in Sky. Very stark contrast

- The park cats! I was kind of hoping to see WarriorClan initially, but I’m glad we got them instead. I really liked Rook and Bee, was kinda hoping that one of them would be coming back with them - Wasp is a bit of an odd choice, but I digress

- I loved the tasks that Ivypool gave Sunbeam. They make sense, and are completely reasonable - and I believe that it’s leading up to Sunbeam mentoring one of Spotfur’s kits, eventually! That would be sweet

- I kinda hope that Duskfur is morally ambiguous. Perhaps in on the murders of Mistystar and Reedwhisker, but not involved in the dogs attacking Curlfeather: I believe that she genuinely seems to care for her family, and for Frostpaw, and am hoping that she gets a chance to prove herself a better cat by the end of the arc

- SO GLAD the arc’s main villain wasn’t Mapleshade. Don’t get me wrong, I really like her, I just feel that she’s already had her time to shine and that she really shouldn’t become relevant again - it could ruin her character too

- The development for all three protags has been fantastic. Nightheart has matured a lot, and I’m very glad for that - I like him, but I’m not sure how much more Sky-esque angst and whining that I would’ve been able to take.

- VOTE TIGERHEART OUT. I assumed Berryheart was going to be exiled for something atrocious, but instead it was rather for questioning his leadership? What a terrible guy.

- Fingers crossed for Tawnystar. If Tigerheart gets voted out, I’m really hoping that she steps up to fill that role - she deserves it *far* more than he ever did to begin with

- I love Whistlepaw, Her interactions with Frostpaw are adorable, and I definitely ship them!

- Glad to see Smoky, Corriander, and Little Daisy again! Wasn’t expecting that, but hearing that they’re friends of Whitlepaw’s was nice

- I’m loving this arc too! It’s been so good so far and they don’t seem to be losing momentum!

- this whole Frostpaw situation is extremely interesting, I’m just hoping the Erins don’t botch the handling of it. But I am curious as to what role it will play and why.

- I just loved seeing Sunbeam make those friends. And how at the end Finchlight says she’s like kin? I love it.

- I personally think that worse case scenario she only got 8 lives. I just feel that such a deception would just be too big and risky to try and pull off if she didn’t get many or any lives.

- Yeah I’m interested to see where this is going to go with Hollowspring and Sparrowtail. I was starting to think they had forgotten about them like they have Pouncestep but I’m glad to see they’re including them!

- Sunbeam confronting Cherryfall is one of my favourite moments of the book!

- I’m still kind of sad we didn’t see WarriorClan, maybe in a few more years perhaps. I have a suspicion Bee could end up as RiverClan’s next true medicine cat that can have visions. I feel like his vision of seeing cats across and iced river is telling him to take the risk and go and join them.

- I really love how Ivypool’s tasks were all focused on teamwork and co operation, especially since that’s what mainly sets TC and ShC apart, a really interesting detail I love they included in this book actually.

- Yeah I do think Duskfur definitely has an idea about something even if she isn’t in on the full picture, I’ve still got my eye on her.

- Yeah I’m glad it isn’t Mapleshade too, I’m glad we’ve gotten at least one new female villain in her place. Mapleshade is great but given how last arc was all about using old villains, I do like how we’re getting some flesh blood here.

- The development of the protagonists has all been fantastic this book and I actually respect Nightheart a lot now? Wild times we live in

- Yeah I thought Berryheart was going to cause someone to die but instead she just gets told she has to leave because she disagrees with her leader. I can’t help but feel like ShadowClan May heading towards civil war now. Berryheart has allies with her and vocal allies in the clan, we have no idea how many more silent allies she may have.

- Given the end of Tawnypelt’s novella I doubt we’re ever going to see Tawnystar apparently, but it’s a nice dream to have. Hopefully her son is out of power by the end of the arc at least.

- Protip: everyone get yourself someone like Whistlepaw in your life: she’s just such an incredible friend

- yeah it was a nice surprise to see them again! Mainly the kits lol

#malachaiiii #asc spoilers #thunder spoilers #warrior cats spoilers