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Just finished twelve moons and a fortnight. It took almost a week and a lot of emotions. Beware of spoilers!! This is essentially a live blogging of it

I AM BACK ! and more prepared to read this than ever. I think I went long enough that I only remember 3 or 4 major bits from this (meishan yu, the amalgamation of all the dead from lotus pier before the sunshot campaign began and wei ying seeing them as acting sect leader, lxc healing a-Qing [which still hurts my soul,,,,its taking from. His life force :((] and if im not wrong, copious letters)

The rest though may be the same as if I was to Iread it for the first time and im looking forward to it.

I have my notes app on the side while I read this bc I am a serial binge reader and need sth to hold onto my thoughts before j forget them, it has happened way too many times ans I end an incoherent mess at every fix when this happens. BUT!! I want to really show how much I love this and I like being detailed. So if this end up crossing the character limit i am not sorry.

Buckle up for the torrent of enthusiasm bc

Here we go !

"crash of someone falling headlong into his room and stumbling over Suibian; he left his sword on the floor with the all the rest of his belongings, which proceed to trip up his mysterious guest three more times before he finally falls against Wei Wuxian’s bed" the mental image here is so funny twin jade of lan sect, stoic man tripping over a sword qjfjskfks aahh but wangxian are so adorable

"he and Wei Wuxian once spent a whole day trying to see which of them could best imitate the contemptuous flapping of Madam Yu’s skirts while Jiang Yanli laughed at them from her desk, only to be scolded and sent to bed early by Jiang Fengmian for skipping their meditation hour. " am I going to end up crying during work hours? Lets hope not, though I won't be surprised if so. Memories of the siblings Yunmeng days always make me emo

"Who’s going to teach him about romance if not Zizhen?”

“I always thought it would be Jin Guangyao.”

>emotional damage meme starts playing in the background of my head<

" I could have perished at your hands, or Wen Ning’s at your command, and still kissed your fingers on Chenqing as I died. " thats a raw fucking line op holy fuck

DASHIXONG 😭😭😭

Jiang cheng gave him Yanli's clarity bell i -🥺 and ofc he is allergic to emotional convos and tells him to shut up ajfjjwgj

"But—Zhenhong, that was Uncle Jiang’s throne, and Madam Yu’s, and—”

Zhenhong blinks—half out of astonishment and half in what looks like understanding, though Wei Wuxian can’t imagine what there is to understand"

*inhale * FUCK Its a trying effort here to keep my eyes dry I keep tearing up every 5 minutes

"do you think Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen could have stood it?”

“I—”

“And it was not the idea of a supervisory office that made her attack that Wang woman, either.”

“Wh-What?”

“You were hers , da-shixiong. ”

This entire conversation has made me scream inside my head and brought a raging melancholy I stopped breathing for a second.

"What will a mother not say out of worry, when she fears for the lives of her children?” barks the deputy. “Mine has said worse, I assure you! She could have kept you with her to fight, she knew your brother would meet Jiang-zongzhu and Jiang-guniang within hours of his departure—there was no need for you to go with him! She sent you away for your sake just as much as for Sect Leader’s, and I wonder how with your wit you took so long to realize it!”

Me:

The art at the end of chapter 3 is adorable!!!

"Everything was peaceful and sedate and perfect, and then Lan Jingyi grew old enough to venture out of his parents’ quarters by himself.

The Cloud Recesses never recovered. "

Every day I am reminded of my love for lan jingyi <3 (hence the username :3)

Reading Ouyang Zizhen's letter and he is so sweet. I love he

"I think Xian-gege knows,” Sizhui says at last. “He was thinking about it before Hanguang-jun and Zewu-jun took him to the discussion conference, I could tell. But when I found him at the Guanyin temple, he looked like—like everything made sense. Like he understood something he didn’t before.”

He knows but I don't know if the boys are ready for this knowledge,,,

JIN LING!!!! I am delighted at the junior quartets friendship. Also remembered both the clothes and what happens when a-qung wakes up and im looking forward to it.

"His stomach growls, and he claps his hands over it in embarrassment before Hanguang-jun produces a second bowl and sets them both down on the table along with two pairs of chopsticks. “You too, Jingyi. Eat.” 1. I KNOW its because of wei yings letter. 2. Dad wangji!!!! My heart is warm, my crops are watered and my skin is clear

"for upon receiving your last letter I thought of how ill he was when I found him hidden in the Demon-Slaughtering Cave, and how long it took him to reach a normal height for his age—his growth was stunted for years after that, and nearly prevented his forming a golden core. Rest assured that I will make sure he is fed and well-rested, Wei Ying, for your sake and mine as well as his—he will eat at least once a day with me in the jingshi from now on, unless he grows so tired of it that even his filial tenderness can no longer bear my company. "

This>🥺< is literally my face right now. I may look incredibly ugly but I 🥺😭😭 AHH *Clutches hand at chest* my heart

" I was so happy that it felt as if my heart would break"

I am going to save this for days where I don't have the words. I have felt it before but never had such clear words for it and hhhhh your writing is incredible

"But for now all I can do is pray that Lotus Pier does not go the same way as everything else I have ever tried to protect" actually I think you just like making us sad

The way you capture every characters voice and essence through the letters (in general too but thus isn't abt that) is so good and I am filled with awe and an urge to re read everything though I only have the first volume at home

"kind as well as beautiful, so if someday you wish to marry—you might as well begin here as somewhere else, right? You’ll find someone to match you, sweetheart, someone as brave and good and wise as you are" I am going to go INSANE, xie lian grant me patience for this foolish man. And well. Lwj WILL indeed marry someone from Yunmeng. It IS you wei ying you fool

"“If his first set of standards was because he thought shijie was the best girl in the world, and he wanted a wife like her,” he says at last, “then—Zhenhong, doesn’t it make sense that this set of standards describes someone he already knows? And it’s not Yu-furen, because Yu-furen never—” Wait WAIT IS IT WEN QING

"She sits there for nearly an hour gazing at him in confusion and a little pity, because he wears the same lost look on his face as Daozhang did, right down to the melancholy turn of his mouth and the swollen eyelids that tell of recent tears (because her Daozhang used to cry, and cry often, even though he no longer had eyes to cry with). " EMOTIONAL DAMAGE part 2, electric boogaloo

Lan xichen makes my heart hurt in 7 different ways, 🌊🐴man

(I can now add pics bc tumblr :D )

"Jin Ling worries his lip for a moment and then runs to join them, propriety be hanged. They’ve only got two weeks, and it’s not as if anyone here is going to tell tales to his Uncle Jiang. He flings his arms around Jingyi, and then Sizhui, and then around all three of them before one of the older Jin disciples clears her throat. " they own my heart, im telling u

Drunk jiang cheng made me sad again :( he does deserve to be happy !!! 😭😭😭

Oh boys,,,,, if it is who I think it is u can't help Jiang cheng. The person may be dead already

“He’ll have to visit me every month,” he mutters at last. “You—you have to share him, okay? He’s mine too.”

“Of course he’s yours too,” Sizhui soothes him, sounding suspiciously near tears himself. “You’re his nephew, he’s never going to leave you. Don’t cry, A-Ling. Don’t cry.”

Each word brings me closer to crying aaaaaaahhhh

Lan wangji's letters to wei ying are going to make me swoon oh my goodness. They're in LOVE ND THEY ARE SOULMATES

Wait wei ying is chronically ill and didn't tell anyone? And he ???? Has been since he was summoned????????? and he didn't ask for help??? What is Going On

...And a little bun has been adopted, my heart really cannot take this

"So she smothered,” says Wei Wuxian, stricken. Jin Guangyao, Jin Guangyao—why does it always come back to you in the end? Is there anyone you did not hurt? Nie Mingjue, my shijie, Jin Zixuan, Jin Ling, Lan Xichen, Lan Zhan—even this poor woman, A-Xin, who died and left her son motherless just as your mother left you." hhhhhhhhh

I love that they'll build a women's shelter, and the soul calming ceremonies written a little while back

"Miles away, in the Cloud Recesses, the third disciple class (including a certain young romantic from Ouyang, who is still a year behind his three best friends in the second group) gets a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse of Hanguang-jun blushing over his morning letters and kissing the pages they were written on until his lips go numb.

(Lan Qiren doesn’t break his jade token. He doesn’t. ) " ah wht a blessed sight, i wish I was there

Junior break!!!! !They're adorable. No I will not stop saying that. Them having a picnic and letter meeting at the rabbit field os the cutest thing aaa♡♡♡♡♡♡

"As it happens, however, his lunch isn’t the only thing waiting in his rooms.

A second plate has been laid out across from his, and two cups of tea are already steaming beside the incense burner—and someone is sitting in Lan Wangji’s place at the table, dressed in mourning white without a single ornament in his hair or even a sword at his waist. The man almost looks like a ghost of Lan Wangji’s younger self, in the days after Wei Ying’s death at the Nightless City and his own forced confinement away from the rest of the clan—but then he turns his face towards the door, and Lan Wangji nearly bites his tongue at the realization that it isn’t a ghost at all.

“Xiongzhang,” he chokes, nearly weeping in relief as his brother’s thin hands rise to clasp his own. “It’s good to see you.”

Screaming and nearly crying again </3

"at last my brother lost his patience and silenced him so forcefully that even the two disciples standing near him found themselves unable to talk for the next twenty minutes. Jingyi was in the room at the time, and he has still not recovered from the shock; Sizhui, on the other hand, is steadfastly refusing to believe that it ever happened at all. "Holy shit I love this. Lxc hath become a parent

I really like Healer Pan

Wei yings more serious letters always leave me feeling stricken with sorrow and yet I keep on hoping hr will realize. He does have a home. With lwj as well as lotus pier

Chapter 11 and holy shit you were not kidding Hanguang-jun is SMOOTH!!!!!

"Don’t let him shirk his duties, or I’ll tell Li Shuai about the time you tried to propose to her with Farmer Tang’s ghoul when we were eighteen.

In distress, as usual,

Sect Leader Jiang Wanyin. "

I cannot stop laughing ajfjskfjsjgj

"That settles it, my Lan Zhan. I’ll make you all the soup and seed-cake you want, but stop asking for the porridge.”

“Mn, all right.”

His face is pink again, and this time he’s not sure it’s only because of the congee. " they are SO domestic and this is too cute

“You gave up your life for our son,” Lan Wangji tells him, pressing his chin to the top of Wei Ying’s head. “I could do no less.”

Oh my god. .. oh my god

Story time with wen ning! :D

And the aforementioned trunk of clothes appears!

LMAO HOLY SHIT I FRGIT ABT THE RULE WALL ! lxc is wonderful

"The elders used that one on my younger brother sixteen years ago,” Lan Xichen says grimly. “He was judged for injuring thirty-three clan members after Wei Wuxian was killed, and this was the punishment. But they knew I would speak out against such a harsh sentence, even if it meant I had to take Wangji and A-Yuan and secede from the clan—so they drugged me the night before the trial to ensure that I would sleep straight through it, and then they decided Wangji’s fate in my absence and held me down on the floor in the hanshi with all their spiritual power so that I could not interfere until the beating was over.” my reaction is the same as the kids,,, DAMN

Also no wonder they danced around that fire they were getting rid of some stuff

“I’ve also defaced the wall of sect rules,” Lan Xichen says cheerfully. “And now there are only about two thousand laws left, so perhaps you and the council would like to spend a few hours contemplating the alterations in the morning.” this may be one of my favorite chapters i can't stop re reading it and am v much invested here

"It occurs to him then that despite the presence of the disciples—all of whom, if he remembers correctly, are still younger than eighteen—the most helpless cultivator among them might as well be himself." HHH HOLY SHIT

"don’t you dare write me directly unless it’s an emergency, you hear? I might have a dying brother on my hands, to say nothing of a twice-orphaned baby, because if Wei Wuxian decides to leave us all because of a night-hunt I doubt Hanguang-jun will wait even a day before following him. Damn them both, to hell and back—I’ll drag them both back to life and murder them again if they even think about it, but I suppose the healers and I ought to try saving them first. " Iam going to go feral actually. I'll go outside and scream towards a lake, theres one like a bus ride away, I will go insane. I am having si many emotions i can't name em

I may not have much to say at the hunt this time bc im very drawn in and it must me speechless. But the feeling translated and carried over si well. The pacing incredible

"He pauses, wondering what else might be left to ask, and then—

Was it Yu Ziyuan?

The beast responds to that question by reaching forward and striking him across the face. It doesn’t seem angry, exactly, but the unspoken reply was very clearly a negative one; the cloud of resentful energy looks offended on Madam Yu’s behalf" it has been months, but this scene and what followed throughout the chapter have remained clear in my head ever since the first time reading this. Legitimately unforgettable

"The ghosts come to a halt, then, standing right in front of Lan Wangji’s ward with pensive looks on their faces. Some have clear death-wounds in their chests, and one of the boys wears a gown covered with dull black blood from the cruel gash in his throat—but all of them are looking straight at Li Shuai, and their lips shape her name with open wistfulness; some of the older ones call her A-Shuai, and the children call her Li-shijie, and then they nod once in Lan Wangji’s direction before stepping closer to the ward and disappearing into it.

He feels their spiritual energy pouring into the seals before he sees it in the ward, reeling back at the sudden shock of ninety-one ghostly golden cores taking up arms beside his—ready to defend their sect in death as they could not do in life, and then he finally understands why the land-eater went unnoticed for so long. The ghosts must have been suppressing it until its power surpassed theirs, and then they sought out Wang Hai for help when they could do nothing more—but for them to have taken shape like this, in something resembling their living selves even though their bodies must long since have rotted away—it should have been beyond them to do such a thing, unless…"

I am both in awe and full of wonder and feel as though I'm there. Words do not begin to describe the intense experience it is to read this

Now to the note on ch 18": If you're reading this as a completed work, stop here and take a break if you need one! The night-hunt arc is officially complete, and the recovery arc picks up in chapter 19. :)" ill take your advice this once bc I have to sleep at a reasonable hour

Started chapter 19 and I am shaking. Oh dear

"He took wei ying from him" NOOOO MY HEART

"“Oh, he’ll like it well enough,” the other man grumbles, shoving the finished dinner tray towards him and then pushing him out the door. “Make sure you eat some of it, too, or I’ll have two sick people on my hands instead of one.” as always showing care with food <3

Lan Xichen’s letter to mingjue is utterly heartbreaking, and so is the whipping, no matter how many times I've read it

LXC joins the shipping !!!!

'"Wei Wuxian finds his gaze fixed on his brother’s left hand, and on the faint sparks rising from the serpent-shaped ring glinting there.

“Di-di,” he gasps, trying to fight against the fire in his knees as Jiang Cheng pushes Lan Zhan away and attempts to lift him up. “Don’t whip me anymore, I didn’t mean to—I won’t make trouble for our family again, not as long as I live, please— ”

An utterly stricken look crosses Jiang Cheng’s face, and he stuffs his hand into the pocket of his robes"

FUCK!!! AAHHHHH!!!!! MY HEART!!

Nie huaisang having a tiger is one of the best things in my life now. Good for him good for him

"Wouldn’t you have learned about it anyway, Nie-xiong? Wei Wuxian thinks wryly, as they walk over the high stone gate that separates the training field from the living quarters. You managed to find out the truth about Jin Guangyao and Qin Su, when the only person alive who knew aside from Lianfang-zun was Qin-furen’s maid Bicao. Is there a secret under the sun that you couldn’t bring to the light if you waited for it long enough?"

Okay tbh you'd find me hard pressed to say a mdzs character im not fond of, and ofc the Nies are also some of my favorites. And thi makes me think so much. Because after all is said nd done, after nhs exposed jgy and his schemes and wit came to light, we do know he is clever but he is then also under constant suspicion and scrutiny. And yes he may scheme but didn't he only do tht to avenge his brother? I do believe he is done with it. And yet I also believe he is also very up to date with news and gossip and going-ons. It brings me to mind, how much does he know, and how much of that weighs on him? He doesn't have much family left, most of his friends from his youth have grown apart or may have died at the war. Anyways im very emotional about nie huaisang

''realizes exactly why Nie Huaisang called out in fear on that night in the Guanyin temple, and why he had refused to let Jin Guangyao leave the place alive.

The very last mystery, a voice in the back of his mind seems to say, solved by the simple fact that Nie Huaisang’s loyalty ran deeper than any of us ever knew. "

Many scenes here just make me go "Holy fucking shit man"

"the knowledge that Jin Guangyao’s death was an act of love as well as an act of hate,"

"As for the kisses you owe to me, my heart, you must tell our little son that he is lucky to be receiving them in my place. Such tender gifts are rarer than gold and dearer than the stars, and I will count myself blessed if you deign to give me another. "💘💘💙💙💙💙

"I was used to kissing you whenever the mood struck me while we were still together in Yunmeng, after all, and breaking the habit has been most difficult. I even kissed A-Hong once without thinking about it, and this morning I almost kissed the top of Nie-xiong’s head after breakfast. He took it as a slight to his small stature, though, so he chased me all the way back to my rooms and told me he would feed me to A-Yong if I dared to do it again. " screaming again. They're so married already. And nhs forehead kiss abjdsr that's adorably funny

"Shufu always suspected them, Lan Wangji repeats to himself. The next several years—

“Xiongzhang,” he ventures at last. “The trial they tampered with, was it—”

WAS IT HIS MOM'S???????

[lxc, on the podium: and in conclusion, i will make a-qing a wonderful father and will protect her all my life

lwj, supportive but confused: i agree, brother, but where are the elders?

lxc: in a better place now. sit down immediately]

Some of ur notes are really making me laugh a lot akxksfkskf

Nie Shiyong!!!!! I totally forgot abt her!!! One line and I already lover her

"Nie Huaisang closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands.

“When he brought you back, he brought you back wrong. ”

I, too, am putting my head on my hands. Jesus

“to know the beast is to know the girl, and to know the girl is to know the beast. As a maiden, she is bloodthirstier than most men, and as a tigress, she is gentler than even a house cat." Tbh that's a mood

Ah yes, the qinghe robes

“I was promised a hundred, in your letter,” he whispers, lifting his beloved’s arm again and kissing the heart of his palm. “Will you deny me, my heart?” this was so sweet !!!!!!

The family having a meal together 😭😭😭💙💙💙 and the yearning keeps strong ah Lan zhan hang in there

"Xiao-Yu refuses to take the bee back as they walk to the the city gates to summon their carriage, content merely to watch Sizhui pretend to play with it until the black-painted conveyance comes rolling up the road—which is when the baby falls fast asleep, right before A-Yuan tucks the doll safely under his arm and sits on the bench opposite him to stare in utter adoration" my heart is full and soft. This is absolutely precious

:And Lan Wangji obeys and lowers his head, nearly sobbing aloud as Wei Ying fastens the necklace just below the fall of his hair—because it feels like a moment of marriage, somehow, as if this oath to return to his heart was the first of their bows before heaven." I should really stop (mentally) screaming everytime something gay or cute or emotional happens, I already get daily headaches. But alas I carry much emotion with me

Yes it was extremely gay and extremely tender and I love them. Jiang cheng pls stop being an angry grape and jealous brother wwx won't abandon you after getting married

Holy shit was madam yu betrothed to zhao zhuliu?

OH SHIT

Oh S H I T this is heartbreaking

Damn the amount of harrowing family secrets for each clan ,,,, p a i n

"But the Unclean Realm was only once a second home, because it ceased to be so, after Mingjue was dead. Lan Xichen has not held the place of the sect master's sworn brother for many years, firstly because his sworn brother was gone, and then because he failed him and Huaisang so completely that he did not notice Mingjue’s murder taking place right before his eyes.

I promised you I would take care of Xiao-Sang, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭

"My heart was broken the day the council refused to use Inquiry as testament for your mother’s trial, and there was nothing I could do "

IT WAS THE TAMPERED TRIAL WASNT IT???? Also, hhhhhhhhhhhhh big oof for lqr. My heart goes out to him too

"To this day, Wangji insists that there is no need for thanks or contrition between sweethearts.

But in Lan Xichen’s opinion, the old saying holds even truer for brothers, and it always will." This while part,,, i keep saying it but its because it's true. The way emotion is captured through the words is breathtaking and leaves me bereft of words and full of feeling

"Was that at the discussion conference when you woke up with a giant boil on your forehead and screamed so loudly that you woke me up?” Jiang Cheng snorts, swallowing his mouthful of pastry. “Let that morning be forever enshrined in the memory of my disciples, who jumped out of bed and got into emergency formation for a hunt before they figured out what all the wailing was.”

“You’re heartless, Jiang-xiong.”

“But not pimply, though.”

This is amazing ajckskkckskfkej discussing skin care has never been more entertaining

"“Don’t be mean!” Lan Xichen cries, pulling him into his arms. Wei Wuxian feels his mouth drop open, completely forgetting to struggle even when the older man tucks him close to his chest like a mother holding a child that matched her in height, and then he looks toward Jiang Cheng in sheer confusion when Lan Xichen points an accusing finger at him. “Wangji’s head is empty of everything but Wei-gongzi, too. You mustn’t say such things!”

“I know that, Zewu-jun.”

“We all knew that,”

This is delightful and I cannot stop laughing

The lightheartedness of this just, it makes me very happy. Them re doing the list too !!! Amazing, *insert lady gaga meme here*

Ofc , all in agreement Lan Xichen is incredibly beautiful. No arguments to be made

Ans lmao the rankings andjmakdka

"ensuring that the walking talismans are fully replenished (so that it can follow Wei Wuxian on its own, rather than either of them having to carry it) and that it is stuffed with plenty of soft pillows and blankets, not to mention their son’s beloved bee. " I keep trying to picture this but I cant. Does it Just float around him? Slide through the floor? I have no clue and will remain figuring this out

HHHH the WEDDING ROBES!!! lovely mental image, we have been blessed on this fine day

"Lan Wangji found himself wondering where she procured it before noting that the dress was made in the light, layered style of Yunmeng and Baling Ouyang.

Ouyang Zizhen, then, he thinks, hiding a smile at the thought of it. Perhaps he even chose this one for her to wear tonight."

Once again: they're the cutest

HOLY SHIT WHAT A START TO THE BANQUET

"At least—at least it wasn’t the fire.”

Be right back, im gonna go stare at a wall until I get myself together

Also Jin guangshan,,, he can meet me in the fucking pit

"Lan Zhan!” he hears Wei Ying shriek, just as he takes a sip to ensure that the drink will suit his zhiji’s tastes. “That’s honey mead from Baling, not fruit tea! Spit it out, now, or you’ll–”

And then the world goes dark around him, like the feeling of falling into a pleasant dream, right before he wakes up in Wei Ying’s bed the next morning with no memory of how he got there. " im so ready for shenanigans

OH I WAS JOT WRONG! I was thinking about it, and wwxs pains, and nearing the end of this chapter I was like, wait isn't he regaining his scars also? And isn't it the wen brand this time? And it’s was and I was essential surprised pikachu

... but WHY are they appearing? If it due to the ritual? To zidian? A mixture of both or sth else,???

(Both regarding wwx being ill and the corpses in the water) The mystery solving here Is so interesting and *chefs kiss* amazing. I love me a good case solving

Im so confused about the dagger

[Post data- I finished the fic and am no longer confused]

"In which Wei Wuxian finally discovers the truth behind his illness, and the reader learns that stiltonbasket has been lying about the title all along." WHAT

"I heard Shijie calling me,” he whispers, swinging Xiao-Yu up into his arms. “She’s outside all by herself, so we have to go and get her.” oh no just what is happening???

Xiao yu had been saying his a-niang had the knife, and they just said the lining of the robr may have been removed with it. Was Wei ying possessed? And why was he drawn away???

HE *WAS* POSSESSED

I wonder of the ghost was mo xuanyu. "“I think it jumped with me,” he says slowly. “The ghost, I mean. It kept saying it was sorry, and that it wouldn’t have doomed me to death if it knew any better.” you know? Thats my current theory

"but if death occurred, it always came exactly twelve moons and a fortnight after the patient was first healed, though I was never able to determine the reason why before I stopped performing the procedure, even for those whose cores I was certain would be sufficient. "

WHAT? W H A T?

"And then the book falls open to the very last page, displaying a half-finished, familiar array with a tiny caption written underneath it in red ink.

Yanghua advised me to make a replicable array for the core sacrifice, in case it should be needed again. Despite her urging, however, I only consented to create one for healing with the sacrifice of one’s own golden core, instead of the core of a willing participant.

Wei Wuxian picks the book up and closes it.

I didn’t have a choice, a mournful voice echoes in the back of his mind. I was dying, Young Master Wei. "

HO L Y SHIT MO XUANYU HAD IT

I know he wrote a will, but there are 10 chapters left so this mf better not die

This is so intense I can barely pause to write. Holy shit. Empathy

"The array he constructed was half of Wei Ying’s and partly his own invention, and the rest was taken from his memory of the physician’s journal he read in Qinghe" /oh/

"but Mo Xuanyu was certain that his jindan would be more than sufficient to heal him; as long as the core was not wholly used up," then tge passage makes more sense now. If the core is weaker, they will die after twelve moons and a fortnight. His core wouldn't be enough, especially considering that even though Wei ying nonlinear had one, before that he was a genius and remarkably powerful

A mistake. There was an accident which may have been the cause of it all. Oh my goodness

"Not a mistake, Mo Xuanyu tries to say. It was written in the belief that two golden cores would be enough to heal you, and your jindan was not there!"

I am losing my goddamn mind

“Wei Wuxian doesn’t need your core, Lan Wangji,” Jiang Wanyin rasps. “He needs his jindan. He needs mine.”

I mean, I was thinking the same but im still very anxious about it...

“Please,” he sobs, knocking his head against the ground until Lan Wangji can hear the sound of it striking the floor. “I have lived in anguish without a jindan, and I have lived for sixteen years without my brother. I know which between the two is worse, and death would be better than knowing that he suffered and died in such a way, because of me. Please, Lang-furen—I know it will be breaking your healing vows, but this is the only way forth, I pray you—”

Yeah alright now im legit crying,,thank goodness I cried yesterday too or id be sobbing rn

"Brothers, sharing a single core, Lan Wangji thinks dizzily, slumping to the floor. One flesh and two masters of a single jindan, which loves and obeys them both. "

Im speechless once more.

It was a success. I'm so glad. This was a Rollercoaster of emotions

"Rather, he needs what you and Wei-xiong have: a faithful, steady deputy who can handle matters in his stead if necessary, and stand beside him in all things no matter what he must face. Luo Qingyang was once that for Jin Zixuan" MIANMIAN!!!!!!!

Nothing warms my heart more than seeing Jiang cheng and wei wuxian be brothers and being happy

"he is as well and grumpy as ever, which delights Wei Wuxian so much that he pushes him into the lake as a welcome-back present.

Jiang Cheng yanks Wei Wuxian in after him, and it reminds Wei Wuxian so much of the happy winters of his youth that he bursts into tears" now im emotional again, this is making me wanna see my sister 🥺😭💙

FINALLY !!! BETROTHED!!!!! WWX REALIZED HES IN LOVE!!!

"Lan Zhan would probably rather kiss Jiang Cheng than blame Wei Wuxian for any of his troubles."LMAO

"squeezing poor Xiao-Yu like a laundress wringing out a tablecloth." Poor xiao yu skfwkgkskkgkw

"Not yet,” the baby protests, when Wei Wuxian makes note of his observations to Jiang Cheng. “Xiao-Yu is little! Only Papa can say my big name.” PRECIOUS !!! Did u kidnap my donkey andjsj lmao

The junior's shenanigans will never stop being funny. Lan Qing being exasperated and fond of her boys is super relatable too and brought a smile to my face

I am jittery with excitement as Lan zhan goes to wei ying

[Brief trivia note: the Ouyang cultivator who brought Xiao-Yu gifts is his paternal grandfather; Xiao-Yu's birth father is the young master from Baling who challenged LWJ's choice to adopt Xiao-Yu during the discussion conference.] holy FUCK HOW THE TURN TABLES?!!!! AH?!!!! DUDEE

Wen ning 🥺😭😭😭😭pls come back 😭😭

WA IT WHAT???? "Wen Ning drags in a deep, loud breath, crying Jie, Jie, Jie, and takes another staggering step into his sister’s arms. " im going to have to re read the second half of this chapter aren't i

Did Lan xiyan summon wen qing to her body to cure the plague and her baby? Or is it something else? “It was, I think, only out of desperation that Lang Xiyan managed to find a remedy that would cure the blinding distemper.” my mind is running in circles

THE SERVING GIRL?

/oh/ it *is* wen qing. Im-

You really did that holy shit. I deeply appreciate tge explanation on the author notes and am happy to see i did understand and realize. I'm gonna have to re re read this a third time to see the foreshadowing again bc its immaculate holy shit. This is so good

"Upon further reflection, perhaps he ought to think about why A-Hong’s words cheer him as they do.

But Jiang Cheng is nothing if not a master of dismissing such matters entirely, so he finishes the rest of his dinner in silence and hurries off to bed. " must all Jiang men be fools when it comes to love?

“Whatever you may wish from me, it is yours already,” Lan Zhan says solemnly. “Our marriage bows have nothing to do with it. Have we not lived as zhangfu and xiang-gong these last thirteen months, my heart?" Im going to get cavities.

The wen siblings arrived to gusu!!!!!! 💙💙💙

"Wei Wuxian slumps back onto the floor like a miserable red pancake as he stares up at the rafters. " I too am crying over wen qing. Also 'miserable red pancake 'ajfjskfkskkf

"Wei Wuxian obeys with his heart in his throat, and blushes so fiercely at the thought of the day to come that Wen Qing giggles herself into a coughing fit. " 🥺🤣🤣🤣

lmao MIANMIAN! Telljng the "are you in love with maiden Luo? " story ajfjamfkskgkskgi prime material always to poke fun at wangxian

THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR 😭🥺🥺💙💙💙💙🥺🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙

"Mm, I know. It’s the same with A-Hua, even though I didn’t give birth to her. She’s mine, the best of me, and she’s going to have everything she could ever want.”

MY HEART!

[a look into the future at Ouyang Zizhen and A-Qing's wedding day! Much baby fluff, feels, and hijinks to follow. <^-^>] !!!!!! IM EXCITED FOR THIS!!

"for the Cloud Recesses loves its troublemakers dearly, and nobody weeps more bitterly than its master when one is finally married away from the sect. " you keep coming out with Bangers for lines these are so good

Aaahhhh my heart!!!!! A single tear of joy dropped from my face as I finished reading sjskciaufis. This was so good !!!!!!! I mm going to go on and read everything in this series of course. I hope I wasn't too bothersome with my long ass coment, quotes and all

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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#the untamed #the untamed fanfic #twelve moons and a fortnight #twelve moons and a fortnight verse #me screaming

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moth-sword · 5 years

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The Young Avengers vs The Avengers

#look me dead in the eye ans tell me im wrong #the young avengers #the avengers #marvel #avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #tommy shepherd #kate bishop #noh varr #america chavez #billy kaplan #teddy altman #em’s last brain cell

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dyklopces · 3 years

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*pays u attention* hiiii I only go here(here being pjo) for the valzhang . Feel free 2 use this ask as a hc dump :}

lee i owe you my first born

it doesn't take leo long to say he's in love . if he makes eye contact with someone and then they smile at him ?? game over . he tells everyone he knows that he's found The One

this being said . when he sees Frank for the first time . he doesn't feel any romantic attraction

mostly cause Frank thinks he's annoying and talks 2 much . also yknow Fire Powers and franks life force being dependent on a piece of firewood

frank is seemingly the exact opposite . he falls in like a lot slower (demi Frank rights) so when he meets Leo his first thought is "why is this tiny person screaming "

don't get me wrong . Leo thinks frank is Beautiful but like , not anything to ride home about . so what if he can nail a bullseye from 100 yards and turn into a lion . Leo doesn't think he's cool or scientifically interesting or kind of funny in that weird dry way grandmas are at all, shut up

I cant remember the books plots exactly cause i haven't read them in years but like , over time as they almost die together for the millionth time , they start to trust each other instinctually. they talk to each other now , and joke around

side note, when leo makes frank laugh for the first time , he has to almost immediately run away to piper to talk thru how he APPARENTLY has a crush !! how . when did this happen . piper why are u laughing

(she tells him that she's the daughter of love and she knew from the start and leo almost lights her room completely on fire from how embarrassed he gets )

the more leo talks it thru the more he's like. oh he thinks im annoying huh . im in way too deep now ! shit !!! he hates me and im in love with him !!!!!! why do the gods hate me piper . im too sexy for this help

she comforts him cause like , she knows frank genuinely doesn't like him rn . she has Vibes but romantically speaking she knows that atm it's one sided

frank , having been Abandoned , talks 2 Hazel for a bit (they are best friends ) and is like . is this what having friends My Age is ? laughing and leaving and nearly dying ?? huh . wild.

leo decides to be himself about the whole situation and Ignore It . it is fine he is fine he's just in love with someone who hates him . he is Okay and Stable and Normal and Not Upset About Anything , Hazel , Why Do You Keep Asking .

this goes on for a few weeks and franks confused cause whenever he makes a joke leo laughs really hard and then says he has "Very important and Shipley duties to attend to . not crashing and such . bye"

and then . Leo gets sucked up or whatever and is on calypsos island for a week .

in my world they're found family and LOVE EACH OTHER , thank you very much , so they all are desperately searching for him everywhere they can think, and Jason says "he's nowhere .. " cause Jason is a repressed emo and percys like hm . Well

frank, being Distinctly upset, immediately sees when percy puts the pieces together, demands he explains . so he does , and as upset as everyone is, they decide to try and help stop the end of the world or whatever.

leo has been having a Week on calypso Island . no one's looking for him, the only human company he has hates his fucjking guts , he has no way out . its literally His Personal Hell and he spends it damning every god he can think of cause like . what are they gonna do . put him on an island where he's functionally alone and can never get off and none of his friends even care ?

as is in canon, he and calypso reluctantly bond over lost loves and dead moms or whatever I can't remember .

eventually, he tells her about Frank, and how Frank could never like him like that, let alone love him.

calypso laughs in his face .

"first of all, I bet 100 drachmas he's in love with you too . second of all . so what . I would kill to have friends like that."

this time, when he promises to find a way off the island for her, she says "Good luck with your boy, boy. May the gods be on your side"

when leo shows back up on argo II everyone's like :-D !!!! LEO !!!!!!! and piper has to Hold frank back from tackling leo in excitement . they just hug rly hard :-) (BTW at this point she knows it's requited and if she weren't so thankful leo was back safe she'd pull his ear and call him stupid)

in the final battle , yes I am skipping ahead my hands hurt , Frank gives leo his firewood and says "don't be stupid, leo . people love you . " Which is as good as a confession you're gonna get before you almost certainly die

when leo Does die, frank goes fucking insane .

he doesn't leave his cabin at the roman camp for a week and when he does, he spends all his time at the archery range . he doesn't talk to anyone but Hazel.

he and annabeth have a conversation about losing someone before you can say you love them , but he barely responds cause like . percy came back . Leo won't.

about a month passes like this , and eventually he goes to chb to pray to hades / Pluto whatever who cares, ans be like . treat him well.

leo then shows up out of the sky, on a Dragon, carrying a Random Girl who immediately hugs leo, punches percy on the arm then hugs him too, and frank faints like the KING he is

when he wakes up in the infirmary, leo is at his bedside, still w the random girl, holding a cup of nectar . he hands it to frank and starts rambling nervously, explaining where he was for the past month and apologising

frank just . grabs his hand . says "I told you to not be stupid."

leo then reaches into his belt and pulls out the firewood

they confess and kiss :-)

#frankie fucks about #tree lee #FUCKING HELL TURNS OUT I HAVE A LOT 2 SAY ABOUT VALZHANG SKDHSJD #valzhang #long post #fraleo #pjo #IF THERE ARE ANY TYPOS . NO THERES NOT

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He's Back-Jon Moxley

You and Jon hadn't spoken in a little over a month. Ever since the argument you two had, he went on sabbatical. Wasn't showing up to work. You knew Seth or Roman has to know where he was, but they never told you.

They made an announcement last week that he would be here today, and you couldn't make up your mind on if you want to ignore him, or confront him.

"He's here." Seth tells you as your packing away your gear.

"And?" You question him as he leans up against the door frame.

"A month is a long time, Y/N." Seth says, crossing his arms over his chest. "He wants to speak with you."

"Then he knows where to find me." You tell him while pulling your suitcase off of the table, and making your way to the parking lot.

"Angel." You freeze when you hear the nickname he once had for you. You shut your trunk before turning around to face him.

"Jon." You state, and he takes a step forward to you. "It's late, and I had a long match so I'm heading home."

"I just need five minutes, please." He says, his blue eyes shining.

"You were gone for a month. You can handle one night." You tell him before walking around to your driver seat door. You go to open it when he shuts it, trapping you in between the car and him. "Mox, please."

"Five minutes is all I'm asking for. If you still hate me after that then I'll leave you alone." He says, but you can't look in his eyes. The tears build up in your eyes, and you shake your head. "I have a lot to explain to you."

"I can't do this tonight, Jon. I'll say the wrong thing. I'll scream, cry, probably shove you if you don't leave me alone." You tell him, and he just sighs.

"Fine." He says, and begins to walk away. "By the way, my mother is dead. Thought you'd wanna know."

You've never felt that much guilt. "Jon, wait." You call after him.

"That's why I was gone. I shut everyone out, not just you. Happy now?" He asks, tears in his eyes. "I told you I needed five fucking minutes." He says, shaking his head, and walking away.

You follow him until you catch his wrist. "I'm so sorry." You tell him, and now that you look at him, his eyes full of tears.

"I came back because I need you. I asked Seth and Roman not to say anything. Please dont take it out on them." He begs you, and you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you. "Baby, I don't know what to do without her."

"Come on, let's get you home, yeah?" You ask him, and he nods, following you to your car. The whole drive there was silent.

When you enter the house and into your bedroom, that's when you speak. "I'm so sorry Mox. I'm a horrible person. I can't imagine how you're feeling right now." You tell him as he sat at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

"You didn't know. Don't be sorry baby." He whispers, and you walk to your drawers to find something to sleep in. "I shouldn't have left after that argument. I'm sorry."

"Jon, you weren't in the right head space. It's okay." You tell him, peeling off your leggings, and bra to put on one of his shirts to sleep in.

"You still sleep in my shirt?" He asks, surprised.

"Uh, yeah." You say, looking down at your feet. You hear Jon stand up, and walk over to you. He tilts your chin up to look at him. His blue eyes so entrancing. "What?"

"You know I love you, right?" He asks you, and you feel your lip tremble at the words. "I always have, always will."

You shove your face into his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. "I wanted to tell you that night, but everything just went wrong."

"It's okay. I love you, too." You finally admit to him, and he squeezes you tight.

"You know one of the last things my mother told me was to get home, and make sure you knew that." He says with a choked laugh.

"I miss her. She always so kind to me. Complete opposite of you." You joke, and Jon pinches your hip causing you to laugh. "I missed you."

"I know Angel, I missed you, too." He whispers, kissing the top of your head. "I wanted to turn to alcohol so bad, but instead I drove to you."

"I'm proud of you." You tell him, and he squeezes you even tighter.

"Thank you baby." He tells you as you pull away from him. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Then I'll join you in bed, okay?"

"Sounds good." You tell him, and he places a kiss to your forehead before grabbing a pair of boxers, and going into the bathroom.

You lay there in the dark. The only light in the room coming from the TV. You feel the bed dip moments later, and soon enough Jon's arms are wrapped around you. "You're all I've got now." He whispers to you, ans you turn around in his arms.

"So, we're okay?" You ask him, and he nods. "Are you going to be okay?"

"In time, yes. Just don't leave me, please. I need you. So fuckin' bad." He begs you.

"You've got me, Mox." You whisper, and he nudges his nose with yours before placing his lips on yours. He kisses you slowly, and you can literally feel the emotion in it.

You will not be the one to pull away first. He needs you, and however that may be, you will give yourself to him. The kiss gets heavy quick, and he pulls your body closer to him.

His lips leave your mouth, and trail down your jaw to your throat. "Do what you need to do baby. I'm right here." You tell him when he hesitates to continue.

"Are you sure?" He asks you, and you nod. "I need you, badly."

"Go ahead baby." You tell him, and he kisses his way back up to your lips before hovering over you. He kisses down the other side of your neck, sucking and biting. "Fuck I've missed you."

"Yeah?" He asks as he grinds himself down onto you.

"Yeah." You breathe out, and he takes yoir nipple in his mouth. "My fingers don't satisfy me the way you do."

He looks into your eyes when you say that, his tongue swirling your nub. He pops off of it with a smirk. "Is that so?" He asks, and you nod. "Need me to fill you up baby?"

"Please." You groan, and he pulls down your panties along with his boxers. He drags himself up and down, tapping the head of his cock onto your clit. "Daddy, please."

He slowly pushes into you, stretching you open. "So tight." He groans, and continues to push himself into you. Your nails are already digging into his back. He slowly pulls back out, thrusting into you again. "You okay pretty girl?"

"I'm good." You tell him with a smile. His hands slide down your thighs, kneading into them as he rocks into you slowly. "Don't hold back on me. Use me."

He brings his thumb down to your clit, rubbing it slowly. Your body begins to shake, and he watches you like a hawk. "That's it baby." He groans, and bends himself down to press his lips to yours, his thumb not leaving your clit.

"J-jon." You moan into his mouth, and he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He slides his arms underneath yours, holding your head. He bites down on your neck again, and you wrap your legs around his waist. "Feels so g-good."

"Daddy always know how to treat his girl. Doesn't he?" He asks you, and you nod at him. "You know better then that. Use your fuckin' words."

"Yes daddy." You choke out, and he smirks at you before thrusting into you harder. Your nails dragging down his back.

"Harder." He tells you, and you look into his eyes. "Make it hurt, please." He begs. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, and he groans, speeding up even more. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you." You tell him, and he hikes one of your legs up on his shoulders to go even deeper. "Fuck."

"You like me being buried deep inside you, don't you? Missed it?" He asks you.

"So much." You answer him, and he brings his fingers back down to your clit, rubbing in fast tight circles. "I'm not going to last."

"Cum baby. All over me, please." He begs, and moves your leg back around his waist. "Look at me."

You open your eyes, and he kisses you slowly. "Show me how bad you've missed me." He mumbles against your lips, and he begins to hit that one specific spot. You start screaming out his name until your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.

"P-please cum inside me." You tell Jon who nods at you. His own pace slowing down until you feel his hot spurts of cum fill your insides. He moans your name and then collapses on top of you.

You both regain your breathing, and you place a kiss to the top of his forehead. "Thank you, Angel. I needed that. Needed you."

"I'm always here." You tell him, and he lifts his head up to press a kiss to your lips.

"Good. Let's get you cleaned up, baby." He says before carrying you to the bathroom.

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Hi! Can I get headcanons for bakugo, todoroki and deku's reaction to their black gf having an attitude for some reason and getting smart at the mouth with them?💞

Bakugo x black!reader, Todoroki x black!reader, Izuku x black!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: idk why im so bad at dialog today, but I did what I could😭

BAKUGO

You were out and about doing nothing in particular, just driving around, and you suddenly started getting smart with him

Hes fr just sittin there like "???"

Because compared to when hes with other people, hes actually super chill with you

He lets it slide for a minute, not wanting to start shit with you

But when you're still being snappy and having an attitude with him, thats when he finally says something

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing."

"Then whats with all this attitude?"

"Nobody has an attitude."

You suck your teeth, and thats when he decides to get your shit in check

"You have an attitude. Unless you plan on telling me whats wrong, drop it, or do that shit and silence and quit catching it with me."

"Catching it with you? Youre the one who threw it."

Katsuki pulls the car over to the curb and puts it in park, then looked you dead in the eye

"You wanna go home? Because we can go home."

You bit your tongue, even though you definitely had a few more smart comments for him

Even though you still had a pissed expression, Katsuki took you silence and the way you slumped back in your seat as compromise

But before getting back on the road, Katsuki planted a kiss on your cheek

Because he still loves you, even when you have an attitude

TODOROKI

You were both at home, chillin in separate rooms when you came into the living room where he was

He could just tell there was something up with you, you just had the vibes

"Whats wrong?"

He asked you in a calm voice, but for whatever reason, you snapped at him

"Nothings wrong, so I dont know why you're assuming."

Shoto got up from the couch and walked over to you

"Whats with the attitude?"

"I dont have a god damn attitude, just shut up-"

You were going to keep going, till you looked at his expression

Its not like he was angry or hurt, or something

He looked bored

Just as aloof as he always is

But he did have to deal with Endeavors rat ass, so its no shock that you having a little attitude wouldn't have an affect on him

"You done?"

It honestly just makes you even more mad, and you storm off, and he doesn't follow after you

But you can't stay mad at him forever, so after an hour or so you calmed down some

When you come out of your bedroom, Shoto is putting dinner on the table

"Sho-"

You were about to apologize, but Shoto somehow knew what you were going to say

"Its fine. Eat up."

Highkey... he takes your attitude like a champ😭

IZUKU

You came home from making a quick trip to the gas station, but didn't say anything to him when you came it

Your brows were knitted together, and you looked a little upset

"Hey babe, is everything okay?"

"Fine."

"You sure?"

"Duh I'm sure."

Thinking he did something to set you off, he leaves you alone for awhile

Izuku most likely texts Denki to tell him what happened, ans Denki just tells him you've probably got an attitude or something happened

So after 30 minutes of letting you cool of, Izuku comes into your bed room

You're walking out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, already in your favorite pajamas

"Feeling better?"

"There was nothing wrong-"

You get cut off when Izuku wraps his arms around your waist

"Regardless, please drop your attitude, I didn't do anything to you to make you be like that towards me."

You hugged him back, both as an apology and agreement

"Now let's watch a movie."

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 64 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 64 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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written 2007

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Kurin watched her unbar the door of the cabin as she thought about it. She said, “No, I don’t think so. He used to be my friend. I just wish that I understood how things went so wrong.” She looked a mute appeal at Tanlin and added, “How could he hate me so? I never did anything to him.”

Tanlin paused before opening the door. She considered before answering, “Nae t’ ‘ear Silor tell t’e tale. ‘E believes t’at ye were t’e author o’ all o’ ‘is misfortunes. According t’ ‘im, ye were a Dragon-wicken an’ ‘eld t’e ‘ole Naral fleet in t’e palm o’ yer ‘and.”

Kurin was taken aback. “You mean it?” she asked. “What could put him so far onto dry land?”

Tanlin looked at Kurin with pity in her eyes. “Oi’ve been tryin’ t’ tell ye. ‘E’s insane w’ere ye are concerned. ‘E believes ‘imsel’ a tragic ‘ero, persecuted for ridding t’e fleet o’ a deadly an’ unperceived menace.”

“Lady Tanlin,” came a forlorn voice from within the cabin, “I can hear you out there. Who is with you? Has the fleet come to their senses yet?”

Tanlin opened the cabin door, leaned in, and said, “Silor, someane ‘as come t’ speak wit’ ye. She’ll be representin’ t’e Grandalor before a fleet tribunal. Will ye tell ‘er t’e exact trut’ o’ yer involvement in t’e poisoning? ‘T may ‘elp our case.”

Silor’s voice answered, calm and assured, “Of course I will talk to her but it is a waste of time. No case will be needed. The Witch is dead and in a short time her curses will be gone. When people are themselves again, they will know themselves freed.”

Kurin spoke from out in the hall where Silor couldn’t see her. “Silor, you were a good student at learning to navigate by wave and current. Do you know where we are?”

He replied with confidence, “We are in the Dragon Sea. It was clever of Captain Barad to bring us here. No fleet owns these waters. We will be safe here.”

“What of the Great Sea Dragons? If Mecat taught the witch, perhaps they will not like your having killed her,” Kurin said.

“Dragons live too long to care much about any particular human. They won’t care one way or the other,” Silor replied airily.

“I’m afraid that you’re wrong about that, Silor,” said Kurin, stepping into his view.

“You’re dead,” he said flatly. “Nobody can survive Ord poisoning. Your dying is why the Grandalor had to flee in the first place.”

“No,” Kurin contradicted, “I lived. The sailor that you duped into poisoning me is the one who died.”

Silor looked at her in dread and leaped at the conclusion that fit his delusion. “You turned the Ord against the man who poisoned you!” he accused.

“I didn’t have to,” Kurin said quietly. “The Corliss fleet knows how to heal Ord poisoning. Sula carried me to her ship and Doctor Worran cured me. The sailor that you gave the poisoned awl to wasn’t so lucky. He got the poison through his shirt from carrying the awl in his pocket. It got to his lungs first. The doctor tried but she couldn’t save him.”

A wild glint entered Silor’s eyes and he shouted, “Don’t lie! It was you! You and that evil Dragon magic! You killed him just like you did your father!”

Kurin recoiled as if she had been struck. The very idea that she would have harmed her father was past simply shocking. It was truly sickening and called to mind her mother’s accusations as she sank into madness.

Silor bunched his legs under him as he paused for breath. “What does it take to kill you?” he screamed, lunging at Kurin, arms outstretched, hands clawed.

“More’n ye’ve got, Lad!” said Tanlin as she pounced almost into his path and grabbed his arm as he passed, spinning him headfirst into the wall. Kimson landed on top of him and Tanlin calmly pulled her knife from concealment. She laid its blade against Silor’s throat and added, “Mister Kimson’s goin’ t’ get off o’ ye, an’ ye’re goin’ t’ get onto yer bunk very slowly. I’ ye try t’ ‘arm Kurin again, ye die. Clear?”

Tears of rage and frustration in his eyes, Silor mutely nodded. Carefully, Kimson released Silor, who slowly got to his feet and sat on his bunk.

Dully, he asked, “I heard whales, who else has she killed?”

As Kurin was about to protest, Tanlin waived her to silence and answered, “Nane. We lost ane killed outright an’ ane mortal injured. Yer Longin did t’ose murders an’ some ot’er injuries as well.

“Just gettin’ Kurin ‘ere ‘ad a ‘eavy price. Macoul t’e steersman died o’ a cut t’roat an’ Lenai Halin died later o’ an abdominal wound.”

That brought a reaction of disgust from Silor. “So, the witch got to you too? She made you sacrifice good people just to finish her revenge on me?”

At that, Kurin would not be silent. “Revenge? What for? No witchcraft is needed. I never lifted a finger against you. You bring yourself down!” Bitterly, she added, “If I was a witch, I’d have just changed you so that you wouldn’t care.”

“You knew that I was here on the Grandalor! How?”

“You were careless. You were seen at the Gathering,” Kurin retorted angrily. “Even the sailor that you killed told us it was you before he died. You are under the same execute on sight order that you got put onto Barad and all the officers of this ship with your murder plot.”

That brought Silor up short. “Barad? He tried to stop us. Why would the Council order him executed?”

Tanlin burst in, icily angry, “M’ too, as an officer o’ t’e Grandalor. We’re all t’ be executed on sight because o’ ye. Our ‘ope lies in Kurin’s ‘ands an’ t’e jaws o’ t’e Dragons. T’e Dragons ‘ave let us ‘arbor ‘ere in neutral woters but we cannae go t’rough t’em t’ escape t’e justice o’ a fleet t’at seems t’ ‘ave nane.”

Silor began to whimper and curl up. “I tried to save you all. I never wanted to hurt anybody…” He uncurled an accusing arm, pointing at Kurin. “If she is your hope, you are as doomed as I am. . .” He collapsed, eyes rolled back in his head, still breathing but showing no other sign of life.

Shaking and slapping elicited no response. Silor was gone where none could follow.

Sadly Tanlin said to a thoroughly shocked Kurin, “Oi warned ye. ‘E wa’ so far ont’ dry land t’at not’ing could bring ‘im bock t’ safe woter.” She looked grimly down at Silor’s still form and reached a decision.

“Oi’m proof t’at Doctor Corin can care for a person in a coma. T’he doctor’ll care for ‘im until ‘e recovers or simply dies.” She turned to Kimson. “Guard ‘im until men come t’ take ‘im t’ sickbay. See t’at ‘e’s restrained after ‘e’s taken t’ere.”

She led Kurin back to the Captain’s cabin. Barad was out and they had the place to themselves. Tanlin ordered food and drink for Kurin and then said, “T’at wa’ awful. Oi wad never ‘ave guessed t’at ‘e wad just retreat like t’at. Wat now?”

Kurin had no answer. She simply sat and shook, crying inside but not allowing the tears to reach the surface.

Sympathetically, Tanlin sat by her and held her hand.

With a bit of scratching at the window, Thunderhead entered the cabin with a skelt in his beak. Tanlin looked up at the big Sea Hawk and smiled.

“Ye’re right, T’under’ead. She does need lookin’ after just now. T’anks for t’e ‘elp.” She took the small fish and held it out to Kurin. “‘Ere, youngster. Take a bite so ‘e’ll know t’at ‘e’s ‘elped. Friends ‘oo’re ‘urt need food t’ get well. Tis all t’at ’e knows ‘ow t’ do for ye.”

“It’s raw,” Kurin said, a bit of smile beginning to show around the edges of her shock.

“T’at’s ‘ow tis best for young birds,” said Tanlin tolerantly. “Go on, ‘e’s really tryin’ t’ ‘elp.”

Kurin took a small bite of the fish and realized that the skelt was good, even raw. She set to nibbling around the coarse bones until most of the meat was gone, Thunderhead watching critically. Tanlin absently scratched him under the right wing.

By the time that she was done with the fish, Kurin had a grip on herself. The distraction provided by the somewhat comic antics of the bird and having to eat as well, helped.

There was a knock at the cabin door and Benj, the cabin-boy entered with a tray. It had sliced, hard-boiled paddle duck eggs, red-weed bread and dried fillets of skelt for Kurin to eat. Beside the water bottle were sweet and tart flavors.

By the time that she was done eating the simple fare, Kurin had regained her composure. She gave Tanlin a measuring look.

“I have all the information that I am likely to get,” Kurin announced, “and I have begun to outline a multi-issue defense. You said that you could summon the fleet Council and the Longin. I would like to see how you do that from here.”

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give ‘em hell, darling

Chapter Two—Step 1

Sandalphon appears to read Aziraphale his charges and to collect him from Earth.

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“An’, get this angel.”

“What?”

“She told ‘im, ‘nothin’ wrong with the economy, just get your arse up and find a job!’” Crowley hooted loudly, sloshing a considerable amount of wine down the fist gripping the stem of the glass. Aziraphale, glassy-eyed, miracled it back into the cup. “An’ she hasn’t worked in years! ”

Aziraphale shook his head, tutting. “What did you do?”

“Nicked her credit card and left it for the bum.”

“Crowley…! Alright, I would have given him money anyway. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, or something like that.”

“See, you get it.”

A very sharp rapping on the door rudely interrupted Crowley’s drunken rendition of a fool he had made out of a woman on the street criticizing a homeless man.

“Someone’s here,” said Crowley after a minute.

“Obviously,” said Aziraphale. “Doors don’t knock themselves.”

“No, I bloody well know that!” hissed Crowley, drunkenness slurring his vigilance. “Someone’s here! Aren’t you closed right now?” He stiffened abruptly, nostrils flaring slightly. “I can feel it—someone holy. Smells like bleach.”

Oh, dear. Murmuring some very mild curses, Aziraphale quickly sent the alcohol in his system back into the bottles and then told the bottles to return to the dusty cabinets from which they came. He straightened his bow-tie and after he swallowed dryly, called, “One moment, please!”

“What the Heaven do they want? I thought you said they’d leave us alone!” hissed Crowley. He had sobered himself up as well and was agitatedly pacing back and forth, shooting poisonous looks at the closed door, which shuddered fearfully in its doorframe.

“I’m not sure,” Aziraphale said.

“We’ve wasted enough time already,” said a sharp voice, laced with—glee? That couldn’t be good. Aziraphale pushed down his growing concern and made for the door. “Open up. I know you’re not—ah.”

“Good day, Sandalphon,” Aziraphale greeted tersely. “What business brings you to Earth?”

“You,” Sandalphon answered with a grin that was too wide to be natural. His gold-teeth, hardly having to be changed for his human appearance, glinted. He produced a stack of papers and brandished them. “You’re being recalled to Heaven.”

The shot of dread that fired through Aziraphale’s body made him feel weak-kneed. He resisted stumbling by sheer force of will and managed to coolly ask, “Why?”

Sandalphon stepped inside the room without invitation. He glanced derisively about, empty eyes moving derisively from Aziraphale’s dusty shelf of not-for-sale (read: favorite) books, to the antique rug, and finally, to Crowley, who curled his lip and let his forked tongue flicked menacingly. “Your performance lately has been lacking,” Sandalphon said, refocusing his stony stare on Aziraphale. “Heaven has decided you’re no longer the best suited for this job.”

Crowley snorted ungracefully while Aziraphale blinked disbelievingly.

“You’re kidding,” said Crowley. “Was there another angel who’s secretly been on Earth this whole time?”

“Am I—Am I being fired?” Aziraphale asked incredulously.

Sandalphon’s plastic grin stretched wider, somehow. “No. You’re being recalled. You should be fired, but this is the next most appropriate action to take.”

“That’s not—Never mind.” Aziraphale discreetly wiped his hands on the backside of his coat. “What about my, erm, performance has been failing?”

Sandalphon gestured to Crowley. “Obviously,” he said shortly, “ that has not been permanently banished to the deepest pits of Hell.”

Aziraphale bristled as Crowley loudly said, “I am right here. ”

“And,” Sandalphon continued, unperturbed, “your reports have been disappointingly lackluster. You’ve reported nearly the exact same interactions with humanity from this particular part of the world for the last year, and the year prior to that, and the year prior to that. And the two hundred before that.” He sighed in the morose manner you’d expect from a greedy boss denying you a raise. “Our expectations for you have simply not been met.”

Azirphale gritted his teeth and forced out, “May I see exactly what expectations you are referring to?”

To his surprise, Sandalphon actually handed over the papers. Aziraphale took them, staring suspiciously at first at Sandalphon, then the papers. Crowley’s lip curled as Sandalphon pointed out a paragraph on the first page.

“You’ll see here that the terms to your assignment are laid out quite clearly,” he said. Lines began to highlight themselves in golden light, obviously larger points of discussion. Aziraphale scowled. He filed his own taxes to the point of investigation by the British government, for Heaven’s sake, he knew how to read the small-print. The light only served to amplify the bleak blackness of the curling Enochian. “To begin, you were given the task of protecting the humans of the Garden of Eden from Evil. This included the terrible temptation of Eve.” Sandalphon shot Crowley a nasty look. He shrugged unapologetically. “You were charged with a Holy Blade of Flame by the Almighty to assist you in this task. However, you lost it mere week later, and it ended up in the hands of the one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, War.”

“It—That was to help the humans! It was in the name of good!” Aziraphale did not like where this was going. “It was cold. I could not send them back into the Garden after their ejection by the Almighty—but I had to do something.”

“Which brings me to my next point…”

Crowley rolled his eyes. Aziraphale could only grit his teeth and listen as Sandalphon went down a list of his apparent misdemeanors with excruciating detail and slowness. Being unable to keep peace in a small village teeming with anger over a corrupt political situation in 2200 BC, allowing said political situation to become corrupt, warning families of a blight in 13 AD, healing people who Heaven wanted dead in 403 AD, miracling people to full recovery during the Bubonic Plague, and, most recently—

“You’ve been observed to be indulging greatly in the sin of gluttony—”

“Now, just one minute,” Aziraphale interrupted, beginning to feel panicked.

Sandalphon’s smile turned sour. “Angels can’t sin. This goes without saying. However, you’ve clearly proven yourself to be something else ever since that little stunt with the Hellfire. We don’t know what you are. Obviously not Fallen, but you’re not Unfallen, either. Gluttony is a sin no matter what you are. It’s only appropriate we treat it as such.”

Aziraphale froze. Beside him, Crowley had also gone still. Crowley had recounted exactly what had happened to him while he was in Heaven, including Uriel’s disgusted comment of, “What is he?” Evidently, it had not gone unnoticed. Admittedly, it was a rather logical question to ask. But Aziraphale couldn’t answer, “I don’t know either,” and he couldn’t explain what he and Crowley had done to escape extinction. That would only tell Heaven they could try again, and get the results they wanted this time. He swallowed and said nothing at all.

“So,” drawled Sandalphon, “the sin of gluttony. Gabriel noticed you partaking in some Earthly food while he was here. You explained it was for your human disguise. However, you’ve been recorded sullying your heavenly body with gross matter for centuries now. You don’t need to eat. Therefore, anything you consume can be considered excessive and unnecessarily.”

“That’s bollocks,” Crowley cut in. Both angels turned to him, Sandalphon in annoyance, Aziraphale in surprise.

“What?” said Sandalphon.

“That’s wrong,” Crowley said impatiently. “I’m the demon here, I should know what sin is. Gluttony’s supposed to be, y’know, an excess of food or wealth or whatever withheld from the needy. Sure, he eats a lot for an angel”—Crowley pulled his face into a ‘well, what can I say?’ frown—“ans he eats every day like most humans do. But he’s never sat around and ate big ol’ honeyed hams and wine all day while telling the poor people to piss off. I would know; I’ve been, erm, adversary-ing him for six thousand years.”

Thank you, cried Aziraphale internally, but Sandalphon was not impressed.

“Then what of these books?” he said at once. “Surely you don’t think we haven’t noticed the way he hoards these things. They are a symbol of status he refuses to part with, even for the innocent human pursuit of knowledge.”

“That’s different! Humans don’t need books the same way they need food.”

“Fine,” Sandalphon said with great reluctance. “The food is excluded. Then do tell me, demon; what is the reasoning for his reluctancy?”

Sandalphon turned to Aziraphale, who had gone quite pale.

“Their contents would be wasted on them,” he said. “It would be a tragedy, really.” He wanted to say collectors only bought them for the name, but he knew that wasn’t true; most collectors were just like him, in reality. The only difference is that Aziraphale has been there, living the events that inspired the legendary books of their times. There was no experience like it. Any modern day collectors were simply grasping for a way to experience a past they never could live. And for as long as a story is passed around humanity, it is eventually lost in the mess. As long as they were with Aziraphale, they were safe.

Sandalphon raised an eyebrow. His bald head was shining in the lamplight. “You wouldn’t even spare that moment of joy for a human? They don’t have forever to indulge themselves.” Sandalphon took Aziraphale’s guilty press of his lips as a victory. His eyes shone triumphantly. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, Principality?”

Aziraphale blinked once and let all pretenses of politeness slide off of his face. “Nothing you would sincerely listen to.”

“Aziraphale!” Crowley whirled on him, gripping Aziraphale’s forearm in one hand and gesturing furiously with the other. “Wha’—You can’t just go with him!” he snapped. “There’s—You haven’t hardly got to make a case for yourself!”

Aziraphale forced a weak smile for Crowley. He patted his bony hand gently. “It’s looking like I’m having little choice in the matter, my dear.”

“Hell, even Hell at least has a jury!”

“Yes, well… this is Heaven after all.” Aziraphale leveled an icy glare at Sandalphon who shifted uncomfortably. “They can do no wrong. Can they.”

“No,” Sandalphon said airily, sounding severely less confident. His mouth opened to say something else, only it opened, and then nothing at all came out. In fact, it stayed perfectly still, as did the rest of the room; the dust motes froze mid-flight, the swaying of Sandalphon’s trench-coat was caught in a dramatic turn—

“Crowley?”

“Aziraphale, they can’t take you again!” Crowley had a snarl on his face as he angrily waved his hands in the air. “They brought a demon last time for the Hellfire, they’ll bring another to—to torture you, or something! You won’t last a second! Or they’ll find you over to Hell itself—!”

“I’m tougher than you think,” Aziraphale assured him gently.

Crowley’s face crumpled. “I want to believe you, angel, I do. But this is Heaven’s punishments we’re talking about.”

Aziraphale’s heart ached at the fear in Crowley’s voice. He took Crowley’s cold hand and folded it tightly in his own two hands, holding it against his chest. “I understand your concern, my dear. But I’ll be alright. They’re operating out of fear, at the moment, I’m sure.”

Crowley furiously shook his head and wrapped his other hand around Aziraphale’s, gripping it as though he would vanish right then and there. Which, Aziraphale thought grimly, he very well might be. “It doesn’t matter what they’re operating out of! They want to get rid of you—”

“That may be so. But I think that Heaven is being a tad ambitious,” Aziraphale said primly.

Crowley stared at him. Then he took off his sunglasses to really drive in the disbelief shining in his—entirely yellow, Aziraphale noted guiltily—eyes. “Aziraphale, what are you saying?”

“There is no such thing as luck,” he said delicately. It was not a coincidence I found a scrap of prophecy that happened to be exactly what we needed to live another day.”

Crowley’s pupils narrowed to thin lines. “I, you, wh—gh? Can you even hear yourself right now? You think—? Come on, after all of this, you really think She— ?”

The room had slowly begun to move again. Crowley’s miracle was wearing off.

“How can you be so sure?” he finally asked.

“Crowley, listen to me,” Aziraphale said lowly. “I honestly cannot say I know what they will do. Your guesses are as good as mine. But I know Heaven, and I am not stupid. They don’t believe the failure of the Great Plan was a part of the Ineffable Plan. They’re searching for someone to blame, and, well, I’m a prime candidate.”

“Then they should take me too!” Crowley said indignantly. “I’d rather be trapped in Heaven with you than be on an Earth without you.” Aziraphale’s cheeks grew faintly warm at the intensity and genuinity of that statement, but he had to focus right now. He shoved the tidal wave of adoration towards Crowley as hard as he could and hoped he would feel it.

The sway of Sandalphon’s coat has reached its apex and was now falling the other way.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said honestly. “Heaven does not care for Earth as much as they do about the War. But they do care about what will happen to Earth if Hell is given free-range. They won’t leave you alone. If—when—they take me, they’ll send another angel in my place.”

Crowley made a disgusted sound.

“Heaven does not appreciate the wonderful stories and intricacies of this place; I believe it is why they were so eager for the end of the world. And if they do send another in my place, it is under the assumption they can use any stuffy old angel to replace me. That anyone can appreciate humanity as I do. Crowley— you need to prove them wrong. ”

Crowley was always a particularly cunning demon. His distressed face went through a complicated series of emotions before ending on a positively, if slightly wobbly, serpentine grin. “And how should I do that, angel?” he purred.

The completely random thought of kissing Crowley dramatically before the miracle ended flirted intensely with Aziraphale. Startled, Aziraphale found himself leaning in to growl, “Give them hell, darling,” and then the miracle’s lifespan was up.

Sandalphon looked incredibly displeased.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable,” he said snidely.

“I delayed the ineffable,” Aziraphale corrected. Sandalphon narrowed his eyes. “Well? Go on, then. List my charges.”

Sandalphon tapped his foot on the ground and the pages went flying back into his outstretched fingers. “It is with these words that I charge thee, Principality Aziraphale, Angel of the First Order of the Lowest Hierarchy, Guardian of the Eastern Gate…”

Aziraphale stopped paying attention as the list of his crimes ( crimes, he thought with a mental eyeroll, this was ridiculous) was read. He nudged Crowley, and hoped the brief contact was enough to convey, I’ll be okay, we’ll be okay, I promise I’ll come back. I won’t leave you behind.

“I still hate this,” murmured Crowley, low enough to go unnoticed by Sandalphon.

Aziraphale gnawed his cheek—a nervous habit gained after reading the phrase from a book and trying to figure out what it meant. “It is not ideal,” he said back just as quietly. He smiled tightly when Sandalphon glanced at him. “But I believe it won’t be long,” he continued. “I’ll be back before you know it. Two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

“...two thousand, seven hundred, and thirty-three accounts of gluttony…”

“Yeesh. You’d get a commendation from Hell for that one.”

“Hush, you.”

Finally, after what felt like a day's worth of monotonous droning, Sandalphon lowered the papers. “Given this evidence, Heaven no longer sees you fit to be the angelic representative of Earth. You will be recalled to Heaven until given further notice, and during this time, Heaven will proceed with any necessary actions. Do you have any questions?”

Aziraphale made a show of looking cowed. “May I say goodbye?”

“To who? The demon?”

“Humans question things when a regularity in their life vanishes without imaginable reason.”

Sandalphon nodded after a very obvious hesitation. “You have one hour.”

And he vanished in a great crackle of lightning. Aziraphale slouched, unaware of how tightly he’d been holding himself up. Crowley squeezed his tense shoulder.

“I should get going,” said Aziraphale. “Clock’s ticking. Will you mind the bookshop for me while I’m gone?”

“‘Course.”

“If anyone asks, I’m on a business trip.” Crowley nodded, a pinched expression crossing his face. “What is it, Crowley?”

He didn’t answer for a pronounced moment. “Just—Don’t do anything stupid, angel.”

“I’ll miss you too, my dear.”

An hour later, after he had exhausted himself teleporting around London hastily explaining his absence to the restaurants he frequented, his manicurist, the bakeries, making phone calls, and leaving voicemails for would-be buyers of his books, Aziraphale was gone.

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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(BTS) Golden Lover: Chapter 3

Namjoon x Black!Reader

High Fantasy, Magic, spells, gods and goddesses

Mstrlst in bio!

“Darling daughter?” Mother called.

“Yes?” You replied.

She nodded towards your plate, “Are you not hungry?”

You shook your head and set your utensils down, “Please excuse me. It seems that my sickness lingers. I’ll be turning in early.”

“I’ll walk you to your room, Princess.” Jimin stood from his seat.

“I can--” You began, but Father cut you off. “She’d quite enjoy that. Thank you, Jimin.”

You wanted a shower. You wanted to be alone with your thoughts and smelling salts and a few cats, but no. Jimin chattered excitedly about how beautiful your Egypt was. How warm and humid but irreplaceable it’s beauty was.

“Um, Princess? I couldn’t help but notice how you were during dinner tonight. You didn’t get some bad news, did you?” His voice softened.

The worst, “Of course not. I just...I haven’t had much time to myself today. I’ve been quite busy entertaining the guests, getting to know you all.”

“I wouldn’t lie to your future husband, Princess (Y/N).” He laughed.

You swallowed hard and his smile fell.

He looked down, “I didn’t mean offense, Princess.”

“I don’t wanna marry you. I decided that from the moment I met you.”

“I see.”

You looked at him, “Please don’t be upset. I just...my father is making me choose a husband within the next two days, before the end of the festival.”

He looked at you, “We leave in three days.”

“Of course.” You sighed. “I just. I don’t wanna lose the throne due to my being stubborn. I want a good king to rule by my side, but I want to love him as well.”

“Marrying for love? You are a special one, princess.”

You scoffed and laughed, “Whatever do you mean?”

“As a royal, I would think that you would have given up marrying for true affections by the time of puberty. Often thinking instead who can help their country or prestige the most. However, you still hold onto the hope.” He looked up at the sky.

“Should I give up hope, though?”

Jimin shook his head, “Never. I believe love is powerful and one of the purest things on Earth. If you were to give up on it, then what would you have left?”

A small smile played no your lips, “You speak our language well.”

“Thank you, Princess. May I ask you a strange question? It’s something both Hobi and I were wondering.”

“You may if you tell me who Hobi is.” You replied with your arms behind you.

He didn’t know you were taking the long way to your room in order to speak to him more, but he spoke curiously. Kind but honest, and you could feel the amount of love he had in his heart. How he gave it to everyone and everything.

“Hobi is our nickname for Prince Hoseok.” Jimin smiled, “Would you like to prepare a dance with us? For the festival send off that is. We’re both proficient in dance, and your father was singing your praises at dinner. It’s ok if you don’t. Even if we cannot work as marriage partners, then I’d at least want to work as friends. Performers.”

“You’d want to dance with me?”

He nodded in ernest. It was true that you were often seen dancing in the square with your body covered in jingling gold. Oftentimes in the middle, you’d stop a robbery or something, but a princess had to know her people to serve them. That was your philosophy at least.

Back to the matter at hand. This Jimin was interesting, very interesting.

You nodded, “So, whose style would we do. Yours or mine?”

“I was thinking a fusion of our styles. Don’t you think that would be the most fitting?”

You smiled for the first time in hours, “I’d enjoy that very much. I know just where we can practice and teach each other the basics.”

This time, the prince smiled so big that his eyes disappeared, “Yes! Thank you, dear princess! Guide me, and then we can meet after dinner.”

Right, you were supposed to be unwell. You led him to the dancing spot in the garden where a stage would most likely be set up. The grass there was just growing back from last time you turned down a marriage. Then you both went to the door in front of your bedroom. As he returned to the eating hall, you snuck away for a quick swim.

A small meow was heard from the sideline, Qasab Alsukar. You told him to stay where he was and not to jump in. He walked to your pile of clothing and laid down in them. It was a stunning starry night. All your worries drifted away as you floated on your back, your twisted hair fanning out around your face.

You thought about the princes and were glad that you had been honest with them. Even if you wouldn’t be getting married to them, you could still be close to them. Having dueled with Jungkook, showed some artistic landscapes to Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok had become your dance partners, and Yoongi was your fellow animal lover.

He had even asked you if he could take one of the cubs home, and you said yes once they were a bit older. Then there was Namjoon.

Why did your heart do that everytime you thought of him? It pounded in your ears, and you closed your eyes to shut out the sound. It didn’t work. He was gorgeous. His smile made you want to smile. The way he treated a pet that was not his. Qasab Alsukar could’ve been a street cat, but he still showed the kitten the same care as a house cat. Kim Namjoon. (Y/N) Kim. That’d be your name if you were to marry him...or his brother. The way Yoongi talked about his friend, it seemed as though he gave that kindness to everyone.

Mayhaps he’d be a good husband...maybe you did lo--

The splash of a rock to your left startled you, and you turned to see who it was. Your relaxed demeanor turning stern.

“What is the meaning of this?” You ordered before you recognized the person standing there was the man you had just been thinking of.

Kim Namjoon bowed low, “Pardon the intrusion, Princess (Y/N). There was a snake approaching you, and it did not seem you noticed. I threw the rock to hit it or at least scare it off.”

Looking around, you saw a serpent unmoving in the waters nearby. It most certainly would’ve killed you if it had gotten any closer.

You turned to him once more, “Thank...you...”

But he was gone.

Ah! Dinner must’ve been over. You put on your clothing after drying off quickly and then began walking towards the meeting place for you, Hoseok, and Jimin to begin practicing. As you got close to the archway, you realized. Kim Namjoon had seen you naked. Your breasts had been above water. How long had he been standing there silent? You made a note to speak to him the next time you saw him as your cheeks began blazing.

Alsukar mewed at your heels, and you picked him up, “Mayhaps I should get guard dogs since you did nothing to warn me, you little rascal.”

He licked your nose and meowed. Too cute. As you went into the dance room, the three of you and a drummer practiced until morning. None of you wanting to take too long of a break. Wanting to do your best to show unity and friendship and just in awe of how well you worked together and not wanting to break the flow of good energy.

You were woken up by a beautiful serving girl. Bahr. She called your name and said that she was relieved to see you. Groggy, you blinked and wondered what she was talking about. The kingdom had been worried about you and the princes since no one knew where you had gone and they had found a dead poisonous snake in the pool where you were known to sneak off to.

“We were just practicing for the festival. Where’s Iset?” You dismissed her worry with a smile.

“Her room.” Bahr replied.

“I apologize for the worry. Please inform everyone that we are fine. I’m sure father will be happy to hear me interacting with the princes.”

She nodded, “Does that mean you’ll be performing at the festival with them?”

You looked at her, “It does. I’ll be dancing with Princes Jimin and Hoseok. A fusion dance for the occasion.”

She couldn’t help but smile, “Does that mean you’ll be finding a husband this time around?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll have to if I want to be next in line.” You looked down.

Bahr had been here for many years but spoke formally, “Forgive me if I am speaking out of turn, but...I want to see you married. If you do not love your husband, then you can learn how to. Then you and your kingdom will be happy.”

She kissed your forehead and left. Breakfast had been left on a platter by your bedside. You must’ve missed it in order to sleep after dancing for so long. Iset showed up while you were eating and scolded you for disappearing. She called you a cat what with the way you went where you want when you wanted to. She went on and on with her heart on her sleeves and then asked you where you had been after all.

“With the princes…” You said. “We’re planning something for the festival and were practicing all night.”

Iset raised a brow, “For the festival or just for you? Which princes? What?”

You explained yourself and promised it was for the festival, “I’d never fool around like that...at least with nobles.” A small grin crossed your face from memories.

She sighed, “Well, I’m glad you’re opening your heart. Do you have a favorite? One you could at least learn to love once you get wed?”

Namjoon’s stern and focused face appeared in your mind once more. Ugh why him? You shook your head, ans Iset gasped.

“Who?”

“It’s nobody!” You bit into a slice of bread.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Fine, Namjoon! I...he’s kind and he’s the one I’m most interested to learn about. I’m lured to him. When I think about him, my heart races and I think about him when he’s not around. I don’t understand. I’m not interested in anyone but him.” The honest words tumbled out faster than you could hold them back. Your began hitting your head. “What’s wrong with me? Why does he plague my thoughts so?”

Iset couldn’t help but giggle as she held your hands, “My dear, you’re in love with him.”

“I...I could never!”

She grinned, “Whatever you say, (Y/N), but I felt this way when I saw my husband for the first time and for days after. Love at first sight is a rare thing, do not throw it away for your stubborn pride.”

“Anyways, are you doing anything during the festival? You’ll be leaving soon afterwards as well, won’t you?”

Your fellow princess and best friend gave a nod, “I am. We’re planning on having our first child and being more serious about ruling our people as a couple and securing the throne. All that joy.”

You looked out and saw Prince Namjoon and Yoongi on their way to the river behind the rest of the boys just talking. Taehyung had a large smile as he walked backwards with a towel in his clutches.

He noticed you and waved, catching the eyes of the others who turned around and did the same until Namjoon bowed. Then they all followed him by bowing as well. You rolled your eyes trying to ignore the glimpse of Namjoon’s smile and the skipped heartbeat it caused. Iset stood next to you as soon as you turned away. She waved as you missed Namjoon’s smile falling once he could no longer see you.

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“Namjoon-hyung.” Taehyung called. “Do you have feelings for the princess?”

“No!” Namjoon blushed as Yoongi replied, “Yep. He sure does.”

Jimin piped up, “ I think she might have feelings for you too.”

The prince’s ears perked up, “What? How?”

He disclosed how while he danced with you and Hoseok last night that you asked about him, what kind of prince he was. You had said that you wanted to spend more time with Namjoon but were nervous to approach him.

Hoseok added, “She wanted to know what plant you were talking about when you first met? Apparently you met her before dinner.”

“Ah, yes. In the market. Her father was quite strict and she was walking around without protection. Her cat followed me and...it’s the catnip.” Namjoon cut himself off when he was met with blank stares. “I brought some because I heard there would be a lot of felines here.”

A black cat with a golden ankh necklace rubbed at Yoongi’s ankles, and he picked her up, “At least you were right. I’m glad, too.”

“I’d be a good husband for her. At least, I’d like to think I would be.” Namjoon continued. “She’s cute and I enjoy her personality. I er...saw her in the pool last night...nude.”

The men all stopped and started to ask overlapping questions.

“I’m not telling you anything! I just noticed someone in the water, looked to see if they were ok. It was the princess, and there was a snake coming towards her, so I stoned it before it reached her.”

Jin replied, “Oh, Namjoon-ah! So heroic!” He laughed.

Jungkook smiled along. The boys all talked about how in love Namjoon was with the princess, and he was shy and blushed all through it. The black cat was nearby the whole time. She bathed in the sun and ate a fish Namjoon caught for her.

As a direct son of the King, Namjoon had a lot of land. A lot of resources but he was not in line for his own throne. That was Seokjin, but the younger royal was in charge of training warriors. Jin was in charge of money. Taehyung was in charge of agriculture. All of them seemed like they were good friends. Marrying just one of them could ensure so much for your people.

All of them knew this, but only one of them could marry you. It was obvious to them who they wanted it to be. Fishermen were nearby, shirtless and wet with strong arms from constantly casting nets and lifting heavy loads of sea creatures for a living. Prince Jimin watched the tallest of them intently, head in his hand.

“I have an idea!” Said Jungkook when everything was quiet, startling the cat and Jimin.

Yoongi smiled at their reactions, “It’s ok, kitten. You should go home now. I’m sure (Y/N) misses you very much.” His eyes gave a silver glow.

The cat meowed, surprised he knew the truth. Namjoon offered to walk her back to the princess, so he dusted off his shorts, threw on his robe, and held the beautiful cat in his arms.

“What’s your idea, Kookie?” the quiet man asked.

“Well, we all know we’re not getting with her,”

“YA!” Exclaimed Jin. “We haven’t even spent much time together. How do you know--”

Jungkook spoke up, “Why do you think that is?”

The oldest stayed silent at that and pouted. So the youngest explained a plan on how to get the two royals together. It would happen the day of the festival. It sounded like a good plan to the other princes. Jin was a bit downtrodden that the princess hadn’t gotten any one on one time with him, but he hadn’t really gotten the chance. He’d try to know her true feelings and from there decide if he’d be a part of Jungkook’s plan.

As Namjoon got closer to the palace, the black cat stayed close to his chest. She was adorable and the Prince thought about asking to keep her as Yoongi had done with the lion cub. Then the cat looked around and began to freak out as RapMon (affectionately called Mon-ie) ran up to his owner. The cat jumped out of his arms and ran as Monie barked and chased her into the Princess’s room!

“Mon-ie, NO!”

A strange flash of light came from the room, and Mon-ie ran out of the room and into his owner’s arms with his tail between his legs. Namjoon then worried for (Y/N) and ran into her room.

“Princess!” He called as he entered.

She looked at him. Princess Iset was there as well. The prince bowed, “Sorry for the intrusion, princesses. I just thought I saw...um. Did a cat come in here? I was trying to return her. Yoongi said she belonged to you, so I came from the beach, I mean river, to--”

“Yes, she ran out the window.” Iset replied, “She’s quite an outdoor cat. Can’t stay in one place for too long.”

She took a slight glance at you, and you blinked and looked around as if you had just returned to your own body, “Namjoon?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Please prepare something for tomorrow’s festival. I want you to show off your talents yourself instead of hearing about them from your friends.”

He blushed, “W-What would you like me to prepare?”

You looked at him, “Do whatever you think will win me over, Princey.”

The man bowed, “Yes, Princess. I do hope you feel better.” He then moved to leave, stopping mid turn. “Oh, right. Catnip.”

“What is it?”

The prince motioned to the plant in the windowsill that had cats swarming around it and soon lying down here and there.

“Cats really like it. The plant that I brought for you.”

“Oh…” You said, looking at the plant then back at him. “Thank you.”

He gave a flash of his dimples as he smiled, “You’re welcome, Princess.”

“I seem to be thanking you a lot.”

“Your presence is all the thanks I need.”

With that, the Korean prince left and closed the door behind him. Namjoon was worried. What could he do to impress the Princess in just over 24 hours? He went to the room that was prepared for his stay. Several cats had fallen asleep on his now relaxed white dog. At least they seemed to have figured each other out.

The prince stood on his balcony and looked out upon the scene before him. Sandy browns and tans that matched his golden skin helped to contrast the green of trees and blue of the ocean. Darker browns of people dressed in whites and gold popped out here and there. Namjoon wanted to write. He grabbed a notebook from his luggage and began writing, his hand struggling to keep up with his mind.

He wrote about Princess (Y/N). Her black twists like snakes around his heart. Snakes he loved, the tail of a cat. The ears as well, perking up to every creature. No. No. It was so messy. So unclear. It matched his mind. He was never good at showing his feelings towards those he was attracted to. Then again, it was a rare occasion. The last time he fell in love with Princess Wheein, and she was married off and sent away without him knowing.

They spoke through letters until she had her first child. That was years ago, but it still stung from time to time. Her sister was currently pursuing Taehyung, but everything had been put on hold for this trip, this chance to marry a foreign Princess. More beautiful than any of the words people had used to describe her.

Namjoon took a deep breath and remembered her in the market. That tattoo on her list. Remembered her at dinner that same night. He wasn’t sure why his heart hurt when he saw her conversing with his friends. Like when she and Taehyung were leaving to go on what he later found out what was a boat ride on the nearby river. It was for his little brother’s artistic inspiration. The deepthinking Prince recalled how his heart soared when, one by one the boys announced that she had only wanted friendship from them.

The word was on the tip of his tongue. The only logical explanation for his feelings. Love. But it couldn’t be. There was Wheein. There were all the girls at home and...he didn’t feel like this towards any of them. Not since he had seen (Y/N).

Before his eyes flashed the woman floating in the pool after she excused herself from dinner. She had seen so upset during the meal, so he was glad that she was smiling with her face towards the stars. His heart did a funny little tingle.

Prince Namjoon began to write once more.

Is this love Is this love Sometimes I know Sometimes I don’t The next line What should I write? So many words are circling me But I don’t like a single one I just feel it Like the moon always rising after the sun Like nails growing, like trees shedding their leaves When winter comes You’re the one To turn my recollections into memories Before I knew you My heart was only in linear motion

Yeah. That was a good start. It was the truth about his feelings. This was what he’d perform for the Princess at tomorrow’s festival.

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 58 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Tanlin’s face fell. In a sad soft voice she said, “Oi knew t’at ye’d ask. Oi’ll give ye t’e facts t’at Oi know. Ye willnae like w’at Oi’m about t’ tell ye. Ot least a few ot’ers will tell parts o’ ‘t as well. Ye’ll ‘ave t’ decide i’ ye’ve been told true.” Dragons forgive m’. Oi’ll tell ‘er nae lie but Oi must save m’ Barad at any cost! She began, carefully editing Barad’s early involvement in the plot.

“T’ere wa’ a plot t’ kill ye. T’was hatched only a few doors down t’e passage in Mister Morgu’s cabin. ‘E wa’ our Purser an’ ‘e ‘ates t’e Longin. T’was ‘e t’at persuaded Barad t’ buy t’e Ord …”

She went on, fearful of the effect that her account was having on Kurin. So much depended on the goodwill of this child. No, not really a child, just young. Before the fleet she was legally an adult because of her skills accomplishments.

There was good reason for her fear. Kurin heard of the apparent cold blooded murder of Chena and possibly Merk with horror and pity. She did not want to face this. She wanted to run and hide, curled around her knotted stomach. Only her need to know the truth kept her in the same cabin with this story.

Tanlin’s control broke down when she got to Silor’s part. She turned in her chair and gestured at the cabin door, her voice catching as she said, “Ot t’e Gat’ering, only a day before ye were poisoned, Oi met Silor just ootside t’is door. ‘E wa’ runnin’ an errand for Mister Morgu. T’was ‘im t’at took t’e kit.”

She hid her face and her voice was muffled and she wept as she said, “A moment earlier! Just a moment earlier an’ Oi’d ‘ave caught ‘im in our cabin! Nae bit o’ t’is wad ‘ave ‘appened i’ Oi’d been a moment earlier!”

Kurin, remembering the ghastly accusations of her own mother as she sank into madness, could well guess the kind of guilt feelings that Tanlin was experiencing. The screaming shade of her mother accusing her of murdering her father still haunted her dreams. She leaned forward, reaching through her own revulsion at the unfolding tale, and laid a comforting hand on Tanlin’s arm. The contact helped Tanlin to get a grip on herself. She looked thankfully at Kurin and went on.

Kurin heard the events at the Gathering and after. Even though she had already heard that the Fauline had been rammed, she got the tale again. This time it included what had happened aboard the Fauline as well as the rest of the events. She heard, for the first time, how the Grandalor had got north undetected by riding in the eye of the Coriolis storm.

Kurin sat, stunned by the tale. Shakily she asked, “That’s it? No dodge? No it was an accident or a prank gone awry? Just, somebody really tried to kill me, not even because they hated me? Just to hurt my ship?”

Tanlin sat slumped in her chair, looking ill. We’ve lost. She’ll nae help us now, she thought. She responded dully, “In Mister Morgu’s case, Aye. In Silor’s case, nae. ‘E ‘ates ye an’ blames all o’ ‘is ill fortune an’ failings on ye. Oi t’ink, from talking wit’ ‘im, t’at ‘e’s mad, at least w’ere ye are concerned.

“Bot’ ‘e an’ Mister Morgu ‘ave been confined since we caught t’em. Nane ‘as spoken t’ t’em since, except for m’sel’. I talked t’ each o’ t’em separately t’ get t’e facts t’at Oi ‘ad t’ tell ye.”

Kurin curled up into a ball in her chair and sat, eyes closed, stomach knotted. Tanlin looked despairingly across at Kurin. She felt both guilt and sorrow that she’d caused such pain in one so young. Tanlin crossed the space between them and knelt where she could gather the hurting Kurin into her arms.

Kurin, startled, looked at her face. Gray eyes in pain met gray eyes in despair. Kurin uncurled enough to wrap an arm about Tanlin as well. For a few minutes they just sat and comforted each other.

Kurin broke the hug first and retreated to her chair, curled about her pain. She looked at Tanlin, and tilted her head regarding the woman shrewdly. Almost dismissively she said, “This is just pain. It was hard to hear, that’s all. I half expected something like that story. I came here because of those Great Law violations. Running off because something’s difficult isn’t my way.

“Is there anything else that I should know about?”

“T’ere’s a matter t’at ye should know from m’,” said Tanlin, eager to change the subject, hope flaring. “T’e counterfeit scrip t’at ‘as plagued yer last few Gat’erings originated on t’is ship. Barad an’ Mister Morgu conspired toget’er on t’at. T’ere are many ‘oo were guilty o’ ‘elping t’ make or pass ‘t.”

“I see,” said Kurin. She wrapped white hair about several fingers as she thought. Concentration helped her to ignore the pain knotting her stomach. She remembered some things that both Alor and Captain Mord had complained of and got an impish grin. “I think that I have an idea about how to deal with that little problem.”

She turned serious again and said grimly, “There’s another problem that might not be so easy, though. The Grandalor has an ominous reputation. There are up to several hundred disappearances, perhaps murders. Somehow they will have to be dealt with.”

This time it was Tanlin who grinned. She raised her left index finger and chuckled around the stone of fear in her heart, “T’ey never ‘appened. Nae even ane.”

“Then what did happen to all those people?” asked Kurin skeptically.

Tanlin snorted in amusement and replied, “Indentures. Barad brokered t’eir indenture sales in t’e Arraken fleet. T’e ‘ule ship kept t’e secret as a groit joke on t’e Naral fleet. T’ere were nae mysterious disappearances. Tis all in t’e Log an’ accounts.”

Angrily, Kurin started to say, “That’s a violation of the First Great Law! The sale of indentures is slavery!”

Tanlin held up a hand to stem the clearly expected outburst from Kurin. Calmly she explained, “Oi know t’e views o’ t’e Naral fleet on t’e matter. As indenture’s practiced in t’e Arrakan fleet tis nae slavery nae does ‘t violate t’e Forst Groit Law. Tis t’e ‘art o’ t’e Arrakan system o’ education. Yer apprenticeship system comes closer t’ slavery t’an our indenture system.”

Kurin leaned forward curiously, listening carefully as Tanlin went on, “Barad discovered ‘ow our education system worked. ‘E made yer castoffs int’ students t’at our fleet paid ‘igh prices for. Wen t’e Princamorn wa’ wrecked, we were on our way t’ meet Barad an’ pick up t’e latest crop o’ indentures.”

“Ye ‘ad t’ know about t’e indenture sales. T’ey’re sure t’ try t’ attack us wit’ t’em. T’e sales were legal in our fleet an’ dune in our territory. T’e T’ird Groit Law’s all t’e defense m’ Barad needs.”

Tanlin regarded Kurin soberly for a few moments. She’s so small. Can she truly save us? Barad trusts ‘er an’ t’ere’s few enow ‘e does. She said quietly, “T’e Grandalor’s books, Logs an’ all else wit’ nut’in’ an’ nane ‘eld bock, is open t’ ye. Ask anyt’ing. I’ we know t’e answer, tis yers. Oi’ve ordered t’at t’ere’s t’ be nut’in’ ‘idden from ye.”

Earnestly, Tanlin requested, “Study t’e case forst, t’en answer ane quest’n. Will ye please put our case before t’e Naral fleet?”

When Kurin did not answer immediately, Tanlin added, a little bitterly, “We’ve little ot’er ‘ope o’ gettin’ justice. Remember, nae even ye quest’ned t’e violations o’ law, bot’ Groit an’ fleet, t’at were dune t’ us. Ye ‘ave t’eir respect an’ ye were t’e victim o’ t’e assault. T’ey’ll listen t’ ye.”

Kurin thought I’ve never refused a challenge before. I wonder what Cat would say about me defending Barad? Still, it’s the biggest responsibility I’ve ever faced. She shuddered a little as she pondered, Lenai and Darkistry are wounded and in sickbay. Macoul is dead. Just to get me here. I can’t let them down.

Tanlin saw Kurin’s small shudder and feared the worst.

Clearly and firmly Kurin said, “I’ve already made up my mind. I don’t need to think it through any further.”

Tanlin’s face fell, sure that she had lost. Ship, love, friends and all would die. Despair provided the darkness that the unsetting arctic sun in the ports could not. Determination settled over her features. Ice like the pack not far north wrapped her heart. She would have to save her folk — — if she could. She knew too well, from Barad’s books, the deadly skills of those directing the hunt to the south of them.

She heard her own voice as if it were through a bulkhead, remote from what she was saying, “Oi promised ye safe conduct. Oi’m sorry t’at we took ye so far for naught. We’ll feed ye an’ let ye rest. Tomorrow we’ll return ye t’ t’e Longin.

“We’ll nae be Scattered an’ executed by Council orders. We’ll try t’ break-oot for t’e Arrakan fleet. T’ey’ll give us a fair trial wen t’ey ‘ear o’ the Groit Law violations. We’ll die fightin’ i’ we cannae escape.

“Oi ‘ope t’at we dinnae have t’ sink any ships doin’ ‘t.”

Appalled, Kurin exclaimed, “No! I meant that I will be your advocate! I do have to study the case but not to make up my mind. You were wronged. I don’t know if I can save your crew but I have to try.”

Tanlin’s hardness turned to joy in an instant. “Oi know t’at ye’ll do yer best an’ t’at yer best’s very good indeed.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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