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1. For fic finder: Instead of the Sunshot Campaign it is the western vs eastern clans who war. WWX and LWJ are on opposite sides but they recognize each other as honorable. At one point they work together to stop a village from getting flooded/some natural disaster. After the war I think LWJ asks for WWX as a war prize? Thank you!

FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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2. Hello! I hope you can help me find this fic.

All I can remember is that it is a Post canon married life wherein wwx and lwj get into a huge fight (love quarrel). I think the fight was about wwx safety (lwj getting mad and so on)

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3. Hey, I would like to find a fanfic from the MDZS fandom that I once read on ao3. It was about how Jiang Cheng almost strangled Wei Wuxian after the lotus pier fell. He didn't help him, he just left him. He told others that Wei Wuxian was dead and did not admit to his actions. Lan Wangji then went to look for Wei Wuxian. He found him lying in the forest and thought he was dead. However, it turned out that the boy was still alive, but barely. He came back with him and I think that's when the truth came out and Gusu Lan became very protective of Wei Wuxian. I don't remember if it was a completed fanfic. Thank you in advance for helping me with my search. @braveavocadosstuff

FOUND? 🔒 a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, wangxian, SL/XXC, JC & JYL & WWX, JYL & LWJ, WWX & WN & WQ, JYL/JZX, Canon Divergence after Xuanwu Cave, Fall of Lotus Pier, But worse!, Power Imbalance, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Not Everyone Dies AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Loss of Limbs, Chronic Illness, Seizures, WWX's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Wēn Remnants Live, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Selectively Mute LWJ, Service Animals, Crows)

FOUND? Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent by Preludian_Staves (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Muteness, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Not JC Friendly, Confessions, Angst, Choking, Red String of Fate, Appearances by Paperman!WWX, Inventor WWX, Good Uncle LQR, WWX goes to Cloud Recesses, Feelings Realization, Caretaking, Supportive Lan Family, Genius WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective Lan Family, Character Death (not wwx or lwj))

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4. Hello! For ficfinder, whenever you have the time. I have searched the female lan zhan/female Wei ying tag up and down for a fic I very distinctly remember reading. It was about a typical straight girl wei ying never org/asming, and so wen qing and mianmian set her up with well known lesbian icon Lan Zhan. And that conversation was in the fic summary, and there was a whole sequel with Wei ying coming out to jyl and jc. But I cannot find it, any help would be appreciated. (Even just finding out it’s been deleted)

FOUND! sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, F/F, Modern, Cisswap, butch dyke LWJ, Casual Sex, not so casual sex, many many orgasms, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, strap-on sex, So much kissing, WWX gets rekt, straight girl WWX, except for how she isn't)

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5. Hi! Thank you so much for all you do. Could you help me relocate this fic in which wwx finds out that instead of QHJ, the twin jades were actually conceived by other elders that broke their mother's seclusion so wwx takes revenge on their and their mothers behalf and puts the fear of well, himself, into those assholes? I can't remember what it was called but I feel like it was from LQRs pov (could be wrong tho). Thank you!!

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6. There's this fic that I read so long ago and I wish to read it again but I can't seem to find it. it was Wangxian and Wei Wuxian had his own sect in the burial mounds and I think they come down to Lanling or Yunmeng for a ceremony or competition. A-Yuan is a competitor and so is Jin Ling, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian talk about what happened in the burial mound and how they had survived.

FOUND? The Murder of Crows by cerbykerby (M, 101k, wangxian, slow burn, pining, yiling wei sect au, fluff & angst, dark, romance, WIP)

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7. Hello. I wanted a wangxian fic where lanzhan is the teacher and the juniors are his students. But they don't know that he is married. They make a group chat and later they get to know that lan yuan is lanzhans son, but he doesn't say anything about his other dad to his friends later when they get to know they ask him through chat.. At last they all get to know that jin ling is wei yings nephew. Its basically a chat type story. Please help me find it.

FOUND? Yearning by Sanguis (T, 9k, WangXian, LingYi, Modern AU, Professors, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Bunnies, Pre-Relationship Secrets)

FOUND? The Mystery of Professor Lan's and Professor Wei's private lives by SilverBells (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, online classes AU, Fluff, University AU, University second year LSZ, Humour)

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8. Hi!!! Luv ur blog sm! So I'm looking for a fic. I'm pretty sure its a twt threadfix where wwx d-words and reincarnates as a fox. Then he lives near cloud recesses with his fox family. He moved to the buny meadow and then later on ascends? or cultivates a human body becoming a huli jing. @fluffiestfluffer

FOUND! Pin the tail on the fox by RMoonberry (Not rated, 40k, wangxian, WIP, fox WWX, Reincarnation, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is too attractive huli jing, Light Angst, LXC is very naive, WWX & JC's reconciliation, the family feels, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, WWX is pampered, Typical Canon Violence, Spirit Animals, Shapeshifter, Canon Divergence, white hair WWX, Non-consensual drug use, historical inaccuracy, mythical beasts, Implied Torture, Inaccurate use of medicines)

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9. Very good, I love your content and I wanted to know if you or your followers could help me find some fanfic.

A) -I remember that a wangxian is about demons and angels where both sides are in conflict and lan wangji along with his brother his brother are the heirs of the angels and wei wuxian is the heir of the demons a succubus if not wrong and Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian meet in the human world and fall in love even though their families are enemies.

B) - I don't remember if it was a modern Lan Zhan or Wang Jibo but it is about her traveling to the universe of ancient Mo Dao Zu Shi as Lan Wangji, second heir of Gusu Lan and how the world changes and her relationship with Wei Wuxian with her presence. and the decisions he makes, although I don't remember if he knows what world he is in or if he doesn't know what world he is in or if he was a wangxian or xianwang, that would be what I remember and it's a bit vague, sorry.

C) -and the last one is about the characters in mo dao zu shi are trapped in a room or it was a barrier well the thing is that they don't know why and they are made to see what a future would be like where lan wangji is the one who manages the resentful energy and what's more he is a xianwang.

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, it's because I've been looking for them and I can't find them and I haven't even finished reading. You would be very helpful to me if you could help me. @alfithia

9A)

FOUND? The World Ends Eventually, So Come with Me by ValorousOwl (M, 14k, WIP, WangXian, Angels and Demons AU, Mpreg, Canon-Typical Violence, loosely based on Tete's Angels and Demons art, Succubus!WWX, Angel!LWJ, Eventual WangXian, and also past wangxian, I feel like I need to tag religious trauma, OOC behavior, Memory Alteration, Gaslighting)

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10. Hi! Please help me find this old fic. Unfortunately, i dont remember much. It's space au i think. WW wakes up in his space ship after long sleep (?). Then he found another spaceship and find out that spaceship hold many children. Those children is experimented to have an animal feature/abilities. There are the junior (i dont remember if its junior quartet or trio). WWX then rescue those children. Then he search for another spaceship that contain experimented children. There are cameo of hualian and bingqiu. I dont remember if its completed story or a WIP.

Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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11. 👋 Hello

I'm looking for fics where wwx actually answered inquiry and people discovered the secrets and truths. Thank you 😊 @karinasnowwwx

FOUND? just because it's what i am by kokozy (G, 4k, wangxian, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Ghost WWX, Song: Inquiry, Truth comes to light, Revelations, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sad with a Happy Ending)

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12. I've got an oddly specific nsfw fic to find. There's a bottomji fic out there somewhere in which WWX asks LWJ to go soft during sex through sheer willpower? Fairly certain he manages it. I can't get it off my mind lately, so if anyone knows the title, I'd be very grateful! Thank you @kedaliya

FOUND! Shiver by anaphoricae (E, 119k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub, Dominant WWX, Submissive LWJ, Friends With Benefits, Pining while fucking, Brief mentions of LWJ/others and WWX/others, Co-workers, Praise Kink, POV LWJ, Exhibitionism, Rope Bondage, Office Sex, Rope Bunny LWJ, Semi-Public Sex, Spit As Lube, Aftercare, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Blow Jobs, Snowballing, Service Submission, (but it's very light. like. they dip their toes in it), Lingerie, Jealous WWX, Subspace, Cock Rings, not a Subdrop but not exactly a Sublift either, Cock Warming, Collars, Angst, Power Play, Orgasm Control, Miscommunication, Face Slapping, Impact Play, Rigger WWX, BDSM fetish party, Public Blow Jobs, Rope Suspension, Cuddlefucking, Fluff, Porn with Feelings, Choking, Body Worship, Jealous LWJ) chapter 3

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13. For ff: Hi! I am looking for a fic I read about two years back. WWX and the Wens planted a ton of red spider lilies (corpse flowers) all throughout the Burial Mounds. I think they started with just one or two but WWX carefully tended the bulbs and they flourished. They might have also been medicinal? I think the fic is set after WWX dies because I remember the other clan cultivators coming and looking through the town and being amazed at the flowers. Maybe Wen Ning was there too? Thank you!

FOUND? Awaiting Your Return by Karmiya (E, 126k, wangxian, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, the opposite of slow burn, Found Family, Canon Divergence, Age Difference, discussions of WWX's canonical abusive childhood)

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14. and if Lán Zhan | Lán Wàngjī placed in front of the sword in the tombs and not Jiang Yanli to protect Weiying.

Please, I've been looking for this Fanfic on Ao3 for days and I can't find it. @lluyvernno

FOUND? If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, wangxian, JC & JYL & WWX, LXC/NMJ, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Not Everyone Dies AU, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Loss, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

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15. Hello! I hope you are having a great day!

I apologize but I also hope you can help me find these 5 fics (I’m sorry) that keeps getting to my head (which made wanted to read again but can’t find it). Thank you so much.

A.) Juniors ask LSZ what does WWX look in his old body and LSZ paints him. Juniors did not believe that painting until one day WWX got his old body back and Juniors were shocked

B.) I remember LWJ travel back in time and ask people in gusu that he’ll stay there until his husband fetch him. I also remember young lwj getting jealous because young wwx is close to old lwj

C.) About juniors where in I think they are in a night hunt. I remember LSZ doesn’t want to remove his robe when injured because he doesn’t want the juniors especially jin ling that he is a wen and had the burned mark logo on his chest.

D.) Married wangxian wherein there is a Clan (full of girls) who are homophobics that needed their help. I only remember a scene where wwx got jealous and very angry because the girl from that clan keeps trying to steal LWJ from him.

E.) I remember people got wwx journal and reads it. And found out what his conditions and the whens. I also remember there is a page in wwx journal filled with Blood and really bad handwriting (i think it was the last page)

15A)

FOUND! Transcend by covalentbonds (not rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut)

15B)

FOUND! 💖 From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, First Love, Love Confessions, Fluff and Humor, teen wangxian meet adult wangxian, Happy Ending, Denial, Mutual Pining)

15D)

FOUND! Just As Much by Gemiblu (E, 23k, WangXian, Jealousy, Boys In Love, Homophobia, demonic cultivation bondage, Power Bottom WWX, Cockblocking, Semi-Public Sex, Crying During Sex, Intimacy, New World, Female Characters, Casual Intimacy, mentions of non-canon character death, description of violent acts, post marriage, Explicit Sexual Content, Kissing, Affection, supportive married couple, Pet Names, YLLZ WWX)

15E)

FOUND! dormiveglia (in between sleeping and waking) by comforting_monachopsis (M, 13k, WangXian, XuanLi, Diary/Journal, Golden Core Reveal, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Protective WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Sort Of, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Dead WWX, Angst and Tragedy)

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16. Hi! Please help me find this fic. Its modern cultivation au where WWX, WQ, WN called for a night hunt by a mayor. They are not the only one called, the mayor called Lan clan too to solve a problem that related to Mo manor (?). WWX has a past with Lan clan that make him have a grudge with them. So, 10 years ago, WWX and LWJ has a mission that resulted WWX hospitalized. He is poisoned (a deadly one) and almost died. But he didnt recieve a care because he is fired by the Lan because he was reported many times of misconduct by LWJ. The Lan clan too claimed that they already give a notice email that WWX didnt recieved. Back to present, LWJ who only heard of that story start to investigate and found out it was Su She who made WWX fired from the job

Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

FOUND! Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WQ & WWX & WN, Modern Cultivation, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, Trying REALLY hard to not still like your Ex, but failing, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, Case Fic, LWJ's canonically big dick, sort of a 'thirsting for your co-worker ex' vibe, it eventually gets worked out, Mutual Pining, Guest-starring LWJ’s canonically poor communication choices after romantic cave encounters, novel canon relationship dynamics, basically this fic is about escalating sexual tension)

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17. I have a description so I’m hoping it can be found bc I can’t personally find it myself for some reason: LZ & his brother are immortals who get caught up in a murder mystery w JC & WY. WY (& this I remember /super/ clearly) at one point sneaks into LZ’s attic & finds his old cultivation gear in addition to a portrait of YLLZ!WWX & is bitch slapped w/ memories of his past life. WY is on deaths door, also & LZ gives up his immortality so they can be together, as well. @arisuamichan

FOUND? I think this fic is "Monotone" by Seredemia and I think it was deleted. I only have a google drive link for it. The scene with the attic is in Chapter 19. -bluekittenfire

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18. Apologies for dropping this in right after you've posted a fic finder. I'm looking for two fics.

A) The first is where Lan Wangji, having learned Wei Wuxian has lost his core, uses an old technique that allows him to grow a second golden core (the idea being the user would absorb the second to make the original stronger), so he can donate one golden core to Wei Wuxian.

B) The second is where Wei Wuxian has been cursed or enchanted in some way that he can't remember Lan Wangji, who enters the Burial Mounds disguised as a new Wen so he can get to the bottom of it with the other Wens helping him in the ruse. There's a scene close to the end where he comes across Wei Wuxian being wooed by someone (think it was Su She) wearing his Wen disguise. It leads to a confrontation where Wei Wuxian tries to defend the false Lan Wangji against the real one and it leads to the spell breaking.

Thank you, and again, apologies for the poor timing!

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NOT FOUND! 🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 169k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)

FOUND! these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, wangxian, fix-it, fluff & angst, happy ending, WWX gets a new core, hurt/comfort, slow burn, pining, canon-typical violence & gore)

18B)

I have recently read 18B 😭😭😭 I wish there was a way to filter search history. Can the asker please bookmark this post cause I'll come back there to post it when I find it.

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19. Hello hello hello

I am looking for a fic I’m 90% I found on y’all’s blog and I meant to bookmark it for later and I didn’t and so now it is lost. 😔. But the summary was something like a negotiation between WWX and LWG and WWX makes a joke that goes along the lines of “well if you want nothing else then I’ll have to offer you my body.” And then LWG’s eyes like darken or something and WWX is like “oh you do want that.”

I hope this is enough and makes sense.

Y’all do gods work btw and it’s greatly appreciated 🫡🫡🫡

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20. Hey :), I'm just trying to find an all old fic where Wei Wuxian didn't get torn to pieces and instead ended up immortalised. I half suspect that it was removed from ao3 but the details are as follows: wwx 'dies' but is found breathing, the cultivation world examines his body and finds him at gates of immortality essentially.

At this point JC figures out the core thing because they build a shrine for him and bring suiban (still sealed but he can remove it) and LQR does too (independently examing the body). When demonic cultivation starts being a problem again LQR starts a rumour that they need to "fight fire with fire' and efforts begin after 13 years to resurect Wei Ying. He wakes up mad, storms into a conference and LWJ follows him out when he storms out. He bumps into Jingyi at the koi tower steps, later down the line adopts Mo XuanYi from the Mo village (joking that his name is stranger isntead of saying hes the YLZ), end up wearing lwj overrobe at one point and finally once again travelling with LY and LJY.

Plot really picks up when they enter the town which was affected by the demonic cultivation. It is deserted, but they encounter the being that tormented him in the burial mound, XY, and other new-immortals. Its revelead immortality is gained through suffering like WWX had and he's forced to accept a demonic core to save JC and JL. He dies once again in Gusu but LWJ keeps pooling qi into him, which makes his resurrection faster.

I'll stop here cause this is getting a bit long, but I hope this is enough for you to help me find the fic. THANK U SO MUCH! @geminimind05

FOUND! If One for you, then One for us by KusakabeNAyako (T, 85k, wangxian, WIP, Canon Divergence, WWX has no time for your shit, He died alredy leave him be, fucking up canon, WN is precious Cinnamon roll, WWX is precious cinnamon roll, Rape/Non-con Elements, YLLZ WWX)

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All The Fear and The Fire of The End of The World [Joel Miller x artist!reader]

Read on Ao3

Sequel to The Artist and the Builder

Fandom: The Last of Us

Ship: Joel Miller x you/artist!reader who is his age and has arthritis and allergies (although that's not really addressed in this one)

Tags/warnings: ANGST, bit of h/c, Panic attacks, reader is sick, Joel has anxiety. That's about it, but please stay safe is panic attacks is something that triggers you <3

Summary: Joel has told Ellie about what happened in Salt Lake City, and she is livid with him. Seeking comfort with you, Joel however finds you in the grips of a nasty flu, and has to put his own needs aside to nurse you.

Words: 3,799

A/N: Title is from Hozier's Wasteland, Baby! Couldn't resist: All the fear and the fire of the end of the world, happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl...

Thank you to @pazizz for having a read before it was finished!

Joel hasn't had an attack like this in a long time - not since he and Ellie settled in Jackson - but now, it's bad.

His heart is being squeezed like a stress ball, his lungs are not taking in fresh air, his throat is constricted. Panic floods his brain as he clutches at his collar. He can't breathe, can't think, can't -

Ellie's screamed words echo in the fiber of his being.

How could you? I hate you! Don't talk to me ever again!

He had finally told her the truth about what had happened at the hospital, why she didn't get to save the world. And Ellie shut him out.

You took my decision away from me!

How could she even consider dying for a cure that wasn't guaranteed? How could she not see that she was the light of his entire life?

How could he not tell her the truth from the start?

Joel stumbles onto one knee, the guilt taking his legs from under him. He fights to breathe, his right fist closes, and he bangs it into the floor. Again. Again. Pain reverberates through his hand and arm, and that jerks him out of his mental anguish.

He punches the floor until the skin of his knuckles break, and he can breathe normally again. Greedily gulping down air in a way that sounds like sobbing - but he is not fucking crying - Joel slowly gets back onto his feet. His knuckles are aching, his arm feels battered, but he grabs his coat, and heads out. Hurrying through the snowy streets of Jackson, he barely notices anyone passing by. He's in a hurry, hurting hand hidden in his jacket pocket, internal compass pointing to your house.

He needs comfort, your soothing hands. He needs to know that he did what he could.

Even if it was you who pushed him into telling Ellie, he knows you were right to encourage him to do it. And he needs you now that Ellie has denounced him. You won't judge him for waiting so long.

He walks into your house without knocking. His throat feels almost constricted when he enters the living-room, expecting to find you in front of the fireplace, immersed in one of your projects. But you're not there, and the fire is nothing but a heap of embers. Frowning, Joel calls your name again. It's not like you to leave the fire unattended or leave on the lights. He walks over to the bedroom door and pushes it open.

There's a pile of blankets on the bed. When his eyes get used to the twilight in the room, he sees that there's a body underneath the layers of covers.

He speaks your name, and the pile of blankets moves. For a second his heart seizes, and panic rises within him. Not you too, he can't stand it!

Then you croak his name, and he knows what's up.

You're so cold. You've never been this cold in your life, and no amount of blankets is helping. Good God, how is it even possible to be so cold, to shake so hard? Your muscles are aching with how much you're shaking, and you can't do anything about it.

You hear Joel's voice close to you, and you will your eyes open, even if using your vision is making your headache worse.

Joel's face swims somewhere above you. Through the brain fog, you hear him ask you how you are.

"Just a slight temperature," you mumble, then feel Joel's callused hand on your forehead.

"You're burning up."

He takes off his jacket, and gets in bed with you, digging himself underneath the blankets until he's right next to you. Fitting his form to yours, he wraps his arm around you to bring you in even closer.

"You're shaking!"

"Jus' need a nap..."

"You need a lot more than that, darlin'."

You mumble something as your eyes fall shut. His body heat has already started to spill onto you, and slowly, you stop shaking, and start relaxing.

"How long have you been like this?" His voice is soft, his breath so warm against your skin. You want to crawl into his voice, melt into the rich, deep syllables, dissolve from this aching body.

"Had to leave the clinic around midday," you slur. Speaking seems difficult. Your throat is sore, your head feels like it's about to explode.

"Are there any meds?"

"No."

"Then it's rest and liquids for you."

You're already drifting off, secure in his arms. Joel feels you relax and become heavy, your audible breathing slowing down. Gently, he strokes a couple of stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear, and notes that your hairline is damp with sweat. When he's certain that you're not waking up, he carefully disentangles himself from you, and gets up from the bed.

His own heartache is forgotten when he rummages through the cupboards of your kitchen, finding your teas made from dried herbs and flowers. He gathers towels, finds a bucket for water, gathers whatever he can find that will help him take care of you. He returns to the bedroom to check on you before leaving your house to get something to eat from the dining-hall, and see Jackson's doctor.

The doc has, naturally, nothing to prescribe except bedrest and liquid, which Joel had already figured out. What little drugs there are, must be saved for the truly sick. He's luckier at the dining-hall: he gets a big portion of chicken broth from one of the women working there.

"This will cure anything," she promises, and Joel thanks her gruffly. He hurries home to you, finding you exactly where he left you.

You sleep for hours. Focusing his attention on you, wiping your forehead whenever it gets too shiny, listening to your wheezing breaths, Joel forgets about the pressure over his own chest. He can't forget about Ellie, her anger, her words, but he doesn't succumb to anxiety over what happened.

When you wake up, the things Ellie said are pushed to the back of his brain.

You're like a cat waking up from anesthesia: unable to walk but hell-bent on doing it.

"Need the toilet," you mumble, and Joel supports you to the bathroom. You're freezing once you slump down on the toilet seat, and he turns around to give you some privacy.

"Go away," you moan, bent over with you aching head in your hands.

"I've seen women piss before, so do what you have to so that I can help you back to bed," he retorts, and you scoff weakly before releasing a stream of urine that seems searing hot. You manage to wipe yourself and wash your hands before you have to lean on Joel again.

"We need to get you out of these sweaty clothes," he tells you, but you're loath to get undressed.

"It's so cold," you whine, but you're in no position to fight him on it.

He puts his own flannel on you before taking you back to bed, where he coaxes two spoonfuls of broth into you, and almost half a cup of tea, until you shake your head. He gives up, and lets you curl up to sleep. The winter darkness is falling but he turns on the bedside lamp so that he can see your face, its lines stressed by the lamplight and sickness, your forehead shiny with fever, your lips separated as you snore. For a long time, he just watches you, like he's looking for an answer in your features.

Eventually, he turns off the light, rises from his chair, and leaves the bedroom to start a fire in the living-room fireplace.

Your temperature is up the next day so Joel brings the doc, who can't do anything except encourage him to continue doing what he's been doing so far. You're mostly asleep, delirious when you're not, and still so, so cold. Joel does his best to get fluids in you, and a couple of spoonfuls of chicken soup, but it's hard when you're either limp in his arms or shaking.

By afternoon, he's exhausted. Tommy comes by to check on both him and you, and he brings food. Joel never even thought about eating himself.

Sitting on opposite sides of the kitchen table, Joel opens the lunch box and devours its contents.

"I saw Ellie earlier today. She seemed upset, what's up with her?" Tommy wants to know. Joel winces from the painful stab in his heart.

"Nothing's up with Ellie."

"Liar."

Joel looks up from the food at his brother. Tommy knows him too well.

"I told her. About what happened in Salt Lake City."

"That didn't go well."

"It didn't."

Joel looks down again and stuffs his mouth with the rest of the food. The conversation is over for his part, and Tommy knows better than to push it.

"She'll come round."

Joel grunts, and they both sit in silence for a while before Tommy rises.

"I gotta get back to work. Lemme know if you need anything."

Joel clears his throat. "If you see Ellie... tell her I'm not coming back to the house for a while. I don't want her to have to move out."

"Sure, bro."

Tommy pats Joel on the back as he passes him by, and when the front door closes, Joel follows to lock it. He then comes to the bedroom, kicks off his boots, and crawls into bed next to you. His fingers tremble slightly when he touches your forehead, still finding you burning hot. Carefully, not wanting to wake you, he fits himself to your body, puts his head down, and watches you through the grey winter light.

Caring for you has kept him busy enough to not dwell too much on what happened with Ellie, but now his brain is buzzing with her last words to him, her rage and disappointment, his failure. He owes Ellie so much, and he failed her.

His unavailable heart has been locked inside his closed chest for so long, until Ellie cracked it open. Ellie, with her courage, innocence, those stupid puns that she loves so much, and that Joel can’t help smiling at. How could he have surrendered her to the Fireflies? His relationship with Ellie had developed from duty to decency before finally unfolding into love. He has already known the worst pain in his life, and he wasn’t going to live through that again. He simply could not give Ellie up.

And now he has lost her anyway, and he might lose you too.

"You get well," he whispers, assured that you can't hear his dramatic, pathetic plea, even when it's directed at you. "My heart can't take it if you don't make it, you hear me? Don't you dare die on me."

You offer him no sign of having heard him. He swallows, his throat tight, and presses his eyes shut, praying that sleep will take his worries away.

Your violent coughing wakes him up. He blinks blearily in the dark room before he gets his bearings, his arm going around the body that is convulsing next to him. It's a wet cough, rattling in your lungs, and it's new. He sits up in bed, hands on you, like that's going to help. As if anything he does helps. He hates the feeling on not being able to help.

When your coughing subsides, you groan and mumble something.

"What's that, darlin'?"

"My head," you repeat, voice raspy and thin.

"Just lay still."

"Thirsty."

Joel promptly rolls out of bed and goes to get a fresh glass of water from the kitchen. When he sits by your side to help you drink it, he realizes that you're no longer shaking. You take little sips before slumping back against the pillow, your face ashen and your eyes matted, but when he feels your forehead, he can tell you no longer have a fever. That has to be a good sign, right?

“How are you feelin’?” he asks, knowing immediately that it is a stupid question. You open your mouth, but instead of words coming out, there is a bout of coughing. Joel grimaces sympathetically as he takes the glass from your hand to avoid you spilling on yourself.

“Been better,” you finally wheeze, reaching for the glass again as soon as the coughing subsides. He gets up to go refill it, and you drowsily look around the room.

“What day is it?”

“Tuesday,” he calls back from the kitchen.

You let that sink in. When Joel comes back in, he clearly sees your confusion.

“You’ve been out of it for a few days, yeah.”

“And you’ve been here the whole time?”

He hands you the refilled glass but averts his eyes when he replies.

“Someone had to look out for you.”

You drink more greedily now, the cold water lashing its way down your scratchy throat in a way that makes you feel more alert despite the discomfort. Joel takes your glass when you’re finished, puts it on the nightstand, and pulls the covers more snugly around you.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, somewhat amused at his fussing. “You should go home. Has Ellie even seen you since I got sick?”

He freezes, pain flashing across his face before his features turn to cold, hard stone. But you saw it, plain as day.

“Joel?”

He doesn’t answer, and your fear rises.

“Joel, is Ellie alright?”

“Yes.” The answer comes promptly, but the three letters contain a world of events and emotions that you, despite your current state, need to know more of.

“What happened?”

“We’ll talk about it later, darlin’. You need to rest.”

“We’ll talk about it now.” You stress the last word with a rise in volume and pitch, which brings about another bout of coughing. When you’re done, Joel gives you a disapproving glare.

“You’re not well.”

“Duh. Now tell me, or do I have to get out of this bed and go find Ellie myself?”

He sighs deeply, jaw squared as he stares out of the open bedroom door. You wait as he gathers himself.

“I told her. About Salt Lake City.”

“And she didn’t take it well?”

“No. She never wants to see me again. She hates me.”

“Joel…”

Joel can’t look at you. Not even his brother knows the whole story, but he has told you, one late night after the two of you had fucked and were sharing whispered secrets in each other’s arms. He couldn’t keep you in the dark, you’re too important. With all that he has lost in life, with all of his scars and traumas, he got to know Ellie, and he got to know you. When he least expected it, you came along, with your way of seeing the world, its light and its shadows, your body as aching as his but your mind nowhere near as broken. Your ribs bend open so easily for your heart to do what hearts do best. And that kept his chest from closing again now that Ellie hates him.

He’s so grateful for you. And so ashamed.

Tears burn in his eyes and when you sit up and put your hand on his shoulder, he draws a sobbing breath. Goddammit.

“It’s okay, Joel,” you rasp. “We’ll figure it out.”

He passes his hands over his face, wills his tears away, but the more he fights it, the more constricted his chest feels.

No, not now, not when he needs to stay strong for you!

“Joel?”

“Be right back,” he presses, standing up so quickly that the world spins for a second, and his first two steps are wobbly. He hears you speak his name again, but he hurries out to the kitchen, finding support from the sink, his head swimming, his heart beating so fast he thinks it’s going to explode but at the same time he can’t breathe, his throat is closed, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, Jesus fucking Christ he’s having a heart attack –

“Joel!”

Your hands are on him, turning him around. At the end of his tunnel vision is your haggard face, and through the roar in his ears – where did that come from and what is it? – he can hear your voice.

“Joel? Listen to my voice. Feel my touch. You’re okay, baby, you’re okay. I promise. You can breathe. Just take a deep breath, that’s it, just like that, and exhale. Good, go ahead, take another one. That’s great, Joel, just like that.”

Without even noticing, your hoarse voice has pushed through the panic and the pain and the noises, and he finds himself breathing deeply, consciously, his heart slowing down. He blinks a couple of times, and his eyesight is back to normal. You’re in front of him, nodding your encouragement. He wets his lips, wants to say something, but then his knees buckle under him, and before he knows it, both of you are on the floor, you from trying to help him, your still weak body no match for his weight.

You’re coughing, and he collects you in his arms, ignoring the smarting in his elbow. It keeps him sharp.

“You okay?” he asks you as soon as you’re done coughing. You nod against his chest, wheezing breath keeping you from speaking. He holds you closer when you shiver slightly, and when you embrace him back, he feels a lot better.

“What about you?”

“I’m good, darlin’, don’t worry about me.”

“That was a panic attack, Joel, and not a small one.”

He frowns, looks down at you.

“I have a heart problem.”

“Maybe so, but that wasn’t a heart attack. It was a panic attack.”

“How would you know?”

You roll your eyes at him, even though it hurts your head.

“I’m a nurse, Joel.”

He has to chuckle at your tone, but you’re not amused.

“I also had a sister who suffered panic attacks from a young age. It differs from person to person, but what I did to you worked on her. Seemed to work on you as well.”

“It… did. Thank you.”

“How long have you – “ you start, but he interrupts you, though not unkindly.

“Can we… not talk about it right now? I’m exhausted, and you need to rest.”

You agree, and with combined forces, the two of you manage to get off the floor and drag yourselves back to the bedroom. You collapse on the bed together and just barely find the energy to arrange yourselves comfortably before both of you are out.

You sleep uneasily, your cough waking you up constantly. Your head is still aching, and your throat is lined with needles when you swallow, not to mention how much your lungs hurt when you cough, but you’re hungry for the first time since you got sick.

You hear a light snore next to you, so you turn your head. Joel is deep asleep, turned away from you, sleeping on his good ear. Your hacking must have disturbed him because you’re quite sure that he was holding you when you went to sleep.

Slowly, gently, you place your hand between his shoulder blades. He’s warm, sweaty even, in his flannel and no doubt from his attack earlier. But he seems at ease now: his broad back is relaxed, his breaths are deep and even, and he doesn’t move when touched. Carefully, you scoot closer, a tickle in your throat threatening to grow into a cough, but you manage to keep it down. Your arm goes around his waist, and you mold yourself to his form, spooning him tightly, your hand finding a soft spot on his belly to rest against. His breath stutters and changes, but other than his hand clumsily finding yours, he doesn’t move.

He smells of old sweat, and you don’t feel too fresh yourself. The thought of taking a shower with him once he wakes up sets off a pull deep within your lower belly, and you smile as you feel your cheeks heat up. Even when struggling through the worst flu you’ve ever experienced, you can’t keep from fantasizing about the things this man can do with his hands, his mouth, his cock…

You take it he’s to stay with you now, which means that you have to tidy up the living-room, make room for him, but you find yourself not minding. You want him there, you want to go to sleep and wake up with him next to you, and once you get well you want to wake up with your hands all over each other, his mouth on your skin, his rare smiles over breakfast.

The thought of breakfast makes your stomach growl, and you feel a little faint. It’s definitely time to eat something. Gently, you move away from Joel, rousing him when your arm leaves his waist. He rolls over onto his back and rubs his eyes before looking at you.

“Hi,” you smile, patting his arm. “You sleep if you need to. I gotta eat.”

“What time is it?”

“No idea, but it’s still light outside.”

“I’ll fix us something.”

“It’s fine, I’m on it.”

You get out of bed, your legs a little weak but still carrying you, and go to the bathroom first. Joel’s heavy steps are heard making their way to the kitchen, and when you appear in the doorway, he’s already making tea and heating up broth.

“I’ll get something from the kitchens,” he tells you without looking up. “Better see my brother too, let him know we’re alive.”

You walk up to him, feeling a little bit like Bambi on the ice, but you make it, and you wrap your arms around him from behind, and rest your cheek to his back. Joel stops what he’s doing, muscles flexing before relaxing, and his hands come to rest on top of yours.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.”

He turns around until he’s facing you, and there is something soft in his eyes when he cups your cheeks with his big, warm hands and leans his forehead to yours. Both of you exhale audibly, then smile together. You lick your lips, clear your throat.

“Joel…”

“I love you.” His fingers make small, soothing circles behind your ears.

He beat you to it, the rascal.

“I love you, Joel. We’ll fix this. You’ll stay with me, and we’ll figure it out.”

“Thank you.”

He tilts his head a little, lips ghosting over yours. You draw back.

“I don’t want you to catch what I have.”

“I don’t care.”

He kisses you, and you let yourself melt into it, into the assurance that Joel Miller is yours, body and soul.

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfic #my fic

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s0fti3w1tch · 1 year

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TMNT POLLS PSA

I've explained this in my reblog tags of this post, please keep the TMNT polls fun and please be sure that the AU/Iteration/Fic creators are actually okay with being part of them.

**Not about polls I've been added in, but polls I've seen, and growing trends me and others have noticed. As always, please don't harass anyone.

Specifically the more popularity-poll-ish ones, ones that teeter on or are straight up serious, it can be discouraging for those who didn't ask for it. Some may fear speaking up about it because other people are having fun despite how they themselves feel about it. Especially when polls specifically put one well-known fanwork over a smaller one. Worse yet when you're dropped into it without awareness from beforehand. Hell, even when the creators have a similar size, it can hurt.

I've recently gotten some anon messages like this. Though I haven't seen that attitude in response to my AU in polls, it's the type of attitude I've seen towards a couple other creators.

Being publicly compared to others by hundreds, sometimes up to thousands, can be anxiety-inducing. As easy as it is to say that "the unpopularity of your work should not discourage you," truth be told, there's truth to the saying "comparison kills creativity."

To have your work being used to put down someone else? Someone who's working just as hard? Who's just trying to share an idea just like you? Or to be dismissed?

As stated by the authors of MMC and OMO, while it may seem like you're uplifting your favorite in this, it's awkward. It can be stressful.

For those with less votes, it's hard not to think that yours is being called "less than." An "I've never heard of the other one lmao" can feel like a punch in the gut.

There's also animosity towards more bigger fanworks because of the pedestal they've been put on.

All that, and not even wanting to be there in there first place.

These things should and can encourage creativity and growth. AUs crossing over, banter, propaganda posts, etc.

Around the time Tumblr first rolled out the poll function, I was included in The Night AU creator's Sep AU polls. Me and the poll creator, Ray, both got last place in 2 respective polls, hence why we call TN!Leo/Green and TD!Leo/Trainee the "Losers Duo." Key part being: there was the awareness that this was simply in good fun. And I enjoyed being included.

Getting to know the creators of The Night, Red Rover, Life Mission, Blood Bath, and SLAU was and still is an amazing experience. The amount of crossover art we've made is evident of how much I've loved its turnout. I'm still planning on making more crossover work in the future.

It was some of the most actual fun I've had in fandom since I was 12. I'm 20 by the end of the year.

TL;DR

Respect the boundaries of fanwork creators and don't be an asshole for fuck's sake.

#tmnt au polls #tmnt au poll psa #regular buwan blog #//long post #rant #buwan is ranting #also this isn't about the recent preliminary poll #all the polls I've been in have been fun experiences so far #i hope that doesn't change

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bird-likes-to-fandom · 6 months

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why do you dislike michie? /genuinely curious

cracks my knuckles. I'm so glad you asked, dear anon!

First and foremost, I want to say that I'm big on "do what you want forever" when it comes to fandom, even if I hate a certain ship. Just because I post about hating something (because it's my opinion and I can also do what I want forever), doesn't mean I'm gonna police or attack people who love it. I have like 4 or 5 mutuals who like michie! I'm completely fine with others liking it, it's just not my thing and since you asked, I'm gonna tell you why.

Hello! If you're going through the npmd tag and reblogging this post, please reblog the version with the readmore. I meant to put one here the first time and apparently forgot! I'm sorry.

I've tagged this post with "anti michie" for tag blocking purposes.

I don't understand it at all. Max is a vicious, vicious bully, who terrorizes Richie and his friends for literally no fucking reason. He's constantly on a power trip and he enjoys it, and no matter what his home life is like, I don't think that justifies his actions. It doesn't justify his actions. The entire school lives in fear of him, the entire school has physically or emotionally felt his wrath, even his so called "friends", Kyle and Jason. Hell, Richie says he used to not be able to even open his locker out of fear. If Max hadn't died, and if he had genuinely worked on himself, the absolute MOST I could see between him and Richie is a shaky acquaintanceship. I don't think anyone would want ANYTHING to do with him for a very long time, once they knew it was safe to not suck up to him.

I don't understand how people can watch the Nerdy Prudes Must Die song and scene and think it's mutual-love relationship material. Richie's death is genuinely haunting, even only the parts we see of it. Richie is sobbing, begging for his life, and Max taunts him, and you think that's fluffy? And reminder - we don't actually see Richie's real death. We see Max about to strike and laugh maniacally before the lights go black, but at the beginning Bailey says Richie was purple-nurpled and swirlied to death. At the beginning and in Richie's death scene, we hear Max calling out for him, toying with him like predator and prey.

A lot of people make ghost Max out to be nothing that he is in canon, a lot of people make him a goofy guy who is just mildly annoyed by Richie's and Ruth's ghosts. And while canon Max has his funny and silly moments, it's important to remember his actual character and what he represents - a figurative and literal monster. In fanon, people erase all of Max's bad traits, which is what his entire character is meant to be. He's not some dumb himbo, he's a bully. He's meant to represent a real thing that hurts and even kills real people. It's a disservice to take that from him.

I've seen certain Michie works put emphasis on Richie being the one to forgive Max, and not Max taking the long road to work on himself, when in reality it is NEVER on the victim to forgive their abuser. Even if Max works on himself and redeems himself to the best of his ability, even if he gives Richie the most sincere apology in the multiverse, Richie does not have to forgive him. He does not owe him that. And I don't think Richie would forgive him, at least not for a long, long time.

And also, if you want to ship Richie with someone who needs a little redemption, Jason Jepson is right there, and it's a way more probable ship than Michie ever has the capacity of being.

#but again this is just my opinion #do what you want forever #also like. richie is one of the most excited to give max what he deserves with the plan #and you're telling me richie 'mission accomplished?' lipschitz would like max? really?#npmd #bird likes to perch on the mailbox #anti michie #richie lipschitz #max jagerman

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chocogi · 4 months

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i am

slowly trying to get used to writing again

and unlike my moots who went from genshin to either hi3 or twst i kinda fucked off into the call of duty fanbase

Simon Riley/gn!reader — a tribute to the king of this fandom lmao

A ghost of a Ghost

You were told that your husband died. But then who is the man who showed up at your doorstep?

note; intented to be completely gender neutral, so if you see something suggesting otherwise, please tell me! aside from that, simon calls you love, luvie, and Junebug

The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your reverie, and you curse as you realize you've overmixed the macarons again.

With a sigh, you drop the mixing bowl onto the marble countertop, and wince when the drop produces a loud clang, far louded than you anticipated. Cracking your knuckles, you prepare yourself and walk over to the door.

Absently, you wonder who it is. Maybe it's the cute guy from work, but with how sweet and overbearing the man was, you're sure he wouldn't drop by without telling you. Maybe the shy baker down the block came by to help you with these godforsaken macarons.

A peek outside and you slam the door out of impulse.

Where is that gun.

Simon worries his lip, dropping his duffel bag beside him. "Love?" Thudding footsteps running away from the door are all he hears from you.

Another knock, and when no one answers Simon gently unlocks the door. "Luvie? What's wrong?"

He was expecting a warm welcome, like before he joined the taskforce, before Roba and the Mexican Cartel. You jumping onto him for a hug, a small Welcome Back meal with tea as he catches up with your life. Like you two always do. Did he do something wrong?

The door creaks, and Simon ducks to walk inside. The cock of a gun has him freezing, warm gaze hardening into a stone cold glare as his hand ghosts over his pistol's holster.

He falters. You're holding a 12-gauge shotgun, cocked and aimed at his head. He tries to take a step closer. "Love. Put the gun down."

"Who are you?" you snarl, fear hidden under anger in your eyes as your finger rests over the trigger. He is dead. A ghost. You were at the funeral. He is right in front of you.

No. Another one of your demons.

Oblivious to your dilemma, your cat trots over, sniffing and pawing curiously at Simon's pant leg. Simon slowly raises his hand to his mask and your gaze hardens further, adding pressure over the trigger. He freezes.

"Junebug, please. Put the gun down and tell me what's wrong." A hint of pleading seeps into his voice while he stares you down. The familiar nickname pulls your lips into a snarl.

"Don't fucking call me that. Who are you?" you demand, grip over the shotgun wavering for a moment. He sounds just like your husband, but the dog tags around your neck tell a different story than what this man protrays.

Slowly, he lifts a hand to his balaclava, and pulls it off. You freeze. The shotgun lowers.

"No." You back up. "No, this isn't real. I.."

Simon's eyes soften, confused but worried for his spouse's state. "Junebug," he tries, taking a step closer. You take a step back in response. "Come here, please?"

Tears blur disbelieving eyes and your hands shake. The shotgun clatters noisily on the hardwood floor. "You're not real," you mumble. You wobble on your legs, only managing a few steps back before sliding down onto the floor. "You.. you died."

"I'm right here, Junebug." He crouches low, right in front of you and your tears slide down smooth cheeks. "Do you want to check my pulse?"

"I buried you," you insist, "I have your dog tags, they held a ceremony and everything, I–" You choke on a sob, a thick lump blocking your throat. Your sight blurs with tears and you're almost afraid to touch him, afraid that your hand will phase through him like in the worst of nights and he'll disappear right in front of you again.

"Casket's empty, love. They didn't find a body, else I wouldn't be here," Simon chuckles, mirthlessly. He offers his wrist again. "Would you like to check my pulse?"

Shaky hands reach over for his wrist, weakly gripping onto scratchy fabric. You press your index and middle fingers onto his wrist and sob harder when you focus onto a clear, steady heartbeat, accompanied with a warmth you've missed for so long.

Rolling his sleeve a little higher, you spot a tattoo on his skin, a band around his wrist that matched the ink on your own.

"Simon?"

"Right here, Junebug."

You grip his hand weakly, shuffling his glove off and intertwining your fingers with his. His hand completely dwarfs yours, and old, tarnished wedding bands clink quietly against each other.

Simon's other hand reaches up to your face, gently wiping away fat tears as you try to calm down, stuttering over hiccups and stilted breaths. "You won't leave soon?"

He pulls you closer, tucking you under his chin and wrapping his arms around you. "'Course not. I'll be here whenever you need me, Junebug."

endnote; thank you for reading! criticism is always welcome and i hope the practise didnt feel too rushed. I will be separating this from my old masterlist just to feel kinda like a fresh new start.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #im grasping at straws i forgot how hard it is to write

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darlenicy · 4 months

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Darcy and Riven – their story and why I ship them

In January 2023 I found my way back into the Winx fandom - more precisely, I created this Tumblr on January 28th, 2023 and since then I have been constantly passionate about this show from my childhood. Most of all, of course, for our three favorite witches. Accordingly, this year I have given a lot of thought and HCs to the Trix and their relationships. Today is the day that I'm going to write down all of these HCs and thoughts I have and tag them properly so that they're easier to find in my jumble of posts, reblogs and crazy fangirling. Well, have fun!

I got my first anon ask about Driven headcanons (hcs most of the time now) in march and therefore tried to order my thoughts on this topic as well. It actually became something of a definition of their relationship and how I see them in the show: This is how my bullet journal looks:

Riven is pretty badass. That's why Rivusa doesn't make much sense because ego-wise he would have gone after best-girl-Bloom. Or Princess Stella, but more Bloom, simply because Brandon (Sky) obviously found Bloom interesting.

Then there is Darcy. Not only is she the complete opposite of the loud, glittering fairy gang, but she also forms a stark contrast to Riven. She is powerful, yes, but above all she is calm, goal-oriented and come on in 1x8 we see how cute she is. Of course, Riven likes her power-talk in 1x9 but he surely is keen on her because she is a totally different type of girl than Musa or Stella.

Oh, and an important thing that just came to my mind while supervising what I wrote and putting it into a post: DARCY DID NOT MIND-CONTROL HIM IN CANON!

Her glowing eyes meant that she formed the connection with Riven, so that he could contact her mentally later on in the show!

It's fkn 4kids who came up with the mind control because they tend to downplay everything for all American kids' sake. - Ok back to the post:

In terms of type, if comparted to the fairies, Darcy is mostly like Flora, but in contrast to the nature fairy, she has a much more self-confident demeanor. She is also the first to respond to Riven as a person and his needs (power, being recognized). Then of course there is the matter of rescue. Firstly: Thanks for saving my life and secondly: The woman can ride this flying motorcycle like a guy. Where can you find something like that? And unlike the Winx, who are constantly in trouble, Darcy (and her sisters) is beyond competent (in Season 1 after all, we know how the writing goes down, *sigh*). So, we have Darcy: a beautiful, competent badass BB who just saved his life and looks like an angel that fell from heaven - all in the specialist uniform too - sexyyy. So, it's an extremely attractive girl who also knows guy things and cares about him and really sees and perceives him as a person. She's not a self-centered good-time girl who makes him clean, so she doesn't have to endure her punishment alone (looking at you, Winx....)

But who exactly is Darcy? (she's my girl, my bb, my queen) Out of the Trix, she is probably the one who is least behind the world domination plans. Of course, she is still a member of the Trix - and of course not less power-hungry than her sisters. But she would be the one most likely to give up everything to live a quiet but fulfilling life with the person she loves. Isn't she? She is definitely the first to panic and to make mistakes as a result. We remember episode 1x5, where she immediately panicked when everything didn't work out as planned. She thought she would find Stella's ring in no time, that wasn't the case. Instead of keeping a cool head like Icy would have, she freaks out and starts attacking Bloom. Is it fear because she is running out of time and doesn't know what to do if her disguise is exposed? In any case, Darcy would have been expected to wear a more confident disguise. But in the end, she's the one most likely to panic and this episode shows that perfectly. Maybe that's also the reason why she has clever ideas, but often doesn't think them through. In episode 2x10 she tries to get Icy to put the feather in the scales, fearing that she might have made a mistake and get wiped just like Stormy, who had previously hit the scales with brute force. Icy states very correctly: You’re a backstabbing coward, Darcy. And I love you for that. And with that she the nail right on the head. Darcy is certainly the first of the Trix to get nervous. She certainly has a tendency to overthink, whereas Riven strikes first and thinks later (at best).

Mind control is her specialty. She knows how to get into the minds of her victims to confuse and weaken them. At the same time, she also knows how uncertain and dangerous feelings can be. When it comes to having deep feelings for someone else, she is more likely to be the one who is insecure and cautious. Precisely because feelings are so uncertain, she probably tries to make decisions with her head rather than with her guts.

Their love story is iconic and cute. Basically, we have good girl and bad boy, but the good girl is one of the bad guys and the bad boy is ultimately one of the good guys. They haven't really fought against each other yet. Riven only knows that Darcy is one of the most powerful witches in Cloud Tower and that she and her sisters hate the Winx. Since Riven is skeptical of the Winx himself and has no deeper connection to them, he has little to do with this antipathy from both sides and perhaps only hears about it in passing from Brandon or Sky. So in 1x7 he doesn't pay much attention to the Trix. The fact that he turns on the light and exposes the Trix is once again Riven being Riven. He wants to be the cool dude and doesn't really care about the situation. He simply has no interest in the Winx's affairs and is only pissed when he becomes personally involved with Musa being thrown into his arms by the minotaur. Maybe that’s where his inner hero speaks? But first and foremost, he wants to praise himself. The first time he really notices Darcy is in 1x8, where she represents to him the complete opposite of the fairies, one of which had just shown him up (Bloom).

Darcy, on the other hand, is already interested in Riven in 1x7 and hides the whole thing behind the talk about the Prince of Darkness (seriously, WHO is the Prince of Darkness? Why is that never clarified?). One episode later, she's extremely worried that something might happen to Riven with Icy's, admittedly delicate, plan. bb obviously already has a crush on him. And no one can claim that Icy doesn't know this and is actively using it for her plan. I think that Darcy's feelings didn't matter to her at all, thinking she'd get over it sooner or later. But the fact is, even Icy sees the spark fly between them.

So you could say it was love at first sight for both of them. It is also important for Riven that after all the disappointments and constant criticism he was exposed to at Red Fountain, someone finally recognizes him and his talents. While the Winx, especially Stella, just complained about him, Darcy supported what he was. Partly because she can take advantage of his ambitions, of course, and partly because she simply likes him. I think there are some things Darcy does simply for herself and not because it's part of the plan to rule the Magic Dimension.

From Riven's point of view, what probably also speaks for Darcy is her maturity. She's not a little fairy to save. The opposite is the case. She is probably more experienced in other things too - but that always depends on the respective HC. Darcy can be a bad bitch and cute bb - both are accurate. For me though, she gives more bb vibes than bitch vibes. However, she appears much more mature and confident than the fairies. Speaking of bb (she's one, look at her!) -

she's the type most likely to develop romantic feelings. Icy is too calculating and Stormy is just there for the passion (if you get what I mean). In 2x2 we have this scene "*sigh* To be young and in love...".

She's also the one of the Trix most likely to feel something resembling remorse, if only for her time with Riven. On the other hand, in season 2 we have Riven, who immediately sees through Darcy's attacks - because he knows them. Very well. There is probably still a connection between the two. There could have been more hints about their relationship besides “cute” and “not cute”. There could have been one or two longing looks. I FELL ROBBED.

That’s basically how I interpret their story and why I ship them. I’ll come up with some headcanons these days as well. Stay tuned :3

#a bunch of Driven thoughts!#winx club #winx #winx club thoughts #winx trix #winx darcy #winx riven #winx darcy and riven #trix #darcy x riven #riven x darcy #winx driven #winx darven #driven #winx ships #hc #headcanon #driven hc

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Ruins - Part XIX

Chapter 19/?

Wordcount 4,2k

Title Part XIX

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: Hello again :) I've been so anxious about how this chapter would be, if the descritions would be ok, if it would be too short, too long, boring, over detailed, but finally it's published! I'm so happy and relieved! I feel like I've been putting too much expectations on the Psique's Ritual and my biggest fear was to mess up with it, but I think it's good the way it ended up.

The party after the ceremony will have much more happening, so I knew this chapter wouldn't be enough to tell everything, so wait for the next part and, for now, have some minor, "solar" conflict ;)

The morning of the wedding came still and warm, the first one of the Spring that your life was about to become.

You left your bed with the thought of a sweet expectancy, and with the happy consciousness of having left the weights and fears behind.

It looks like any other day of Valhalla, and it could be. Except for me and my loved ones.

Days ago, you finally managed to talk to your parents about the separation that waited for you in the near future. It was a calm conversation, sad in some points, but surprisingly relieving in others, and those hours you’ve spoken with each other were something that you would never forget.

You’ve been carrying those fears for too long, but you were glad you took the chance to express them while your parents were still there. You confessed to them that you avoided talking about the dreams because you didn’t understand them, and you didn’t want to make them worried; you also supposed that they wouldn’t understand it as well. But to them, the real meaning of the dreams was as surprising as it was to you, and they weren’t less happy, as they soon made you know.

You told them you were scared with the idea of not having them forever by your side, and that you didn’t feel ready to be a Queen. And, about this, they were more prepared than you expected.

– No one feels ready for great roles in life, my dear – your mother explained – But admitting this to yourself is the first step to learn how to assume a responsibility.

– Besides, you won’t be alone in this – your father corroborated – Hades-sama is an experienced, wise god, as far as we could see. He will guide you in everything you need.

– And he seems willing to do that! – your mother said with a smile – Seeing my girls being loved and well treated is the dream of any mother, and you’re going to make it a reality!

– We’re proud of you, y/n-chan!

You felt your throat tightening with those words.

– But you’re not afraid of our separation? You’re not worried that our time together is almost over?

That time, their smiles faded a bit, but not their confidence.

– Even if you stayed human, our time together would come to an end – your father replied – Still, we wouldn’t think too much about this, right?

– We would just live and enjoy our days together, as any family in our world would do – your mother said – This isn’t different. We’re happy to be your parents, and we’re glad for the time you’ve stood with us.

You were no longer able to hold back your tears. You jumped into their arms, squeezing them tight.

– I love you so much…

– We love you too, dear.

– We will love you always.

You had that moment in mind for all the time you prepared yourself to the ceremony, content that you had no regrets.

***

Though you woke up early, the real preparations only started by afternoon, since the ceremony would take place by the evening. Still, you were surprised with the agitation at Valhalla during those few hours: many gods, goddesses and other people were invited, and Hermes and the elves were too busy receiving them. You had the chance to see and even talk to a few of them and, contrary to what you were expecting, they treated you with kindness, as if you were already one of them, though some had peculiar ways to show their surprise, so that you guessed that there were gods that never saw a human being from close before, and others haven’t seen one in centuries.

Hades, on his turn, has been in constant contact with his brothers and solving some practical matters concerning your imminent travel to the Underworld. According to him, Adamas, who was finishing some administrative tasks in Hellheim, was going to arrive at the afternoon, as well as Poseidon. Zeus, on the other hand, has been there for a few days now, and you’ve talked to him about the ambrosia and the procedures involving it.

You didn’t sleep in the same room as the other disciples: you were given a separated space to rest and take ceremonial baths, according to the Greek traditions taught to you by Hades. After being visited by two elvish women who brought you the garment and the accessories, you went to the room where your sisters were, and counted on them to do your hair and your makeup. You showed them the hairpin Hades gave to you and asked them to help you compose a hairstyle with it; the girls were fascinated by its beauty, and it was hard to keep Ellie’s little hands away from it.

After chatting and helping them with their own garments, you called an elf to take them ahead of you to the great hall.

You were there alone meditating when Hermes came to guide you to the great hall where the wedding was going to happen. There was a moment of silence, when you held your breath, but then you stood up and opened your best smile.

– I’m ready.

He offered his arm to you, and with one last look in the mirror to confirm everything was alright, you accepted the invitation to leave the room.

***

That corridor wasn’t different from the one where your room was, through which you’ve walked so many times, so you had a general idea of how long it was. Still, you had mixed sensations about crossing it: sometimes, it looked like you were almost reaching the great hall, and other times you thought you were too far from it.

In the meantime, Hermes and you had a brief conversation.

– I still find it hard to believe we’ve reached this stage, Hermes-sama – you were saying – There was fear, curiosity, warmth, desperation and, finally, happiness. It’s just too much when we remember it has only been a few months!

– You’re right – the god responded with a smile – And it was an interesting experience to observe all of this happening.

You felt your eyes getting filled with tears.

– And it was a privilege to have your company in all of these moments. You’ve been a great friend, Hermes-sama.

Hermes made you turn a corner and stopped, turning to you and kissing your forehead just like he did in the kitchen when you told him you were going to accept Hades’ proposal.

– And you’ve been, and will continue to be, a great little sister, y/n-chan.

The treatment, used by him for the first time, almost made you undo your makeup by crying, but with great effort you managed to control yourself. Hermes then guided you to the end of that new corridor, and pushed the doors that were in front of you by its end.

Soft lights invaded the corridor and touched your faces like the promise of a good dream, and you were presented to the great hall where your family, gods, Zeus-sama and the King of the Underworld were waiting for you.

***

In front of you, there was a long, narrow path covered with a light carpet and petals of yellow narcissus taken from the fields you once visited at the Gardens. You smiled to the vision.

– Can’t believe he remembered the day when we crossed the narcissus paths – you whispered to Hermes.

– Hades-sama has a privileged memory, y/n-chan – was his reply.

You looked around and saw many other details on the decoration that reminded you of the encounters you had: chords of flowers hanging from the ceiling, rounded recipients full of water that resembled the fountains at the Gardens and marble statues on the corners.

There were people on both sides of the path, and all of them stood up at your arrival: at the right, there were gods and goddesses from many pantheons, aside from the Greek gods you’ve already knew, and at the left, you saw the human girls with whom you’ve shared the lodge, demigods, nymphs and other spirits of nature, elves and minor deities. You felt so small when you noticed all those people who were there to celebrate the peculiar union, some of them clearly wanting to see a human for the first time, as well as to witness the rare Psique’s Ritual. For a moment, you considered asking Hermes if the goddess was present to see the ritual that carried her name, but you stood quiet. And, when you saw all those eyes turning to you, all you could think of was running away, and the only thing that stopped you from doing it was the approaching of someone you loved – your father, who came to replace Hermes by your side. He offered his arm and you accepted it, walking toward the altar.

Hades was there at the left side, waiting for you with his hands behind his back, while his brother was in the middle of it, in front of a golden table. The man you loved was as beautiful as you’ve always seen him, but something in the lights made you think his godly nature has never been so evident, and the majesty in his figure set him apart even from his fellow gods. His eyes – that is, his left eye and the right one covered with the eye patch – were glued on you, and as you approached the altar, you noticed the glow of tears over his visible eye: his happiness was there for anyone to see, and that only deepened your love and admiration for him.

You father stopped with you in front of the altar, and Hades walked down the three stairs that separated you to meet you two. Your father released your arm and kissed your head, murmuring encouraging words to you; he turned to the groom and, with a nod, he walked to your mother’s side, in the first row of the left wing, where she was holding Ellie while Luna and Helena were with her.

When your father left, Hades and you exchanged whispered, sweet words and giggling.

– You’re scary today, my Lord – you joked about the eye patch.

– Today I need to be scary, my girl – he replied – There’s too much people watching.

He took your hand and led you to the first stair, where Zeus was waiting for you. He opened a brief smile, then turned to the table and took something from it; when he turned again, you saw a silver goblet in his hands, filled with a liquid that reminded you of wine – ambrosia, about which you’ve talked in your conversations concerning the ceremony. You already knew you would have to drink it before the wedding itself, but never thought too much about this moment until it finally came, so when the Lord of Heaven offered the goblet to you, your hands hesitated for a second, but then you grabbed the object and held it tight in front of you.

Zeus changed his posture, raising his hands and speaking with a firm, louder voice, different from the one you’ve got used to hear from his mouth.

– Before the eyes of all the immortal and mortal ones who are here, I, Zeus, Lord of Heavens and Head of the Greek House, declare the beginning of the Ritual of Psique. And I call you, human Y/n of the Ys/n Family, from Midgard, to take your part on it by drinking the blessed liquid – and, looking into your eyes, – Take it, now, and change to join divinity.

A heavy silence spread all over the great hall as the echo of the god’s words reached its deepest parts and died, and you felt everyone’s eyes burning your back. With a deep breath, you glanced inside the goblet and closed your eyes as you approached its brim from your lips, emptying the cup in a few seconds.

You would never be able to remember the exact taste of the ambrosia: you only remembered the sensation of a cold liquid filling your mouth, and a warmth appearing as it was poured down your throat, but instead of the familiar feeling of a liquid reaching your stomach, the ambrosia simply disappeared inside your body, and no remaining taste was noticed in your mouth; it was like you never consumed anything.

However, it didn’t take long for the effects to start showing.

While a heat wave spread all over your limbs, a tingling sensation started on your fingertips, under your nails, and all over your scalp, increasing slowly as if something was bubbling, or growing out of these parts; the sensation, however, reverberated in your entire body. You raised your hands and looked at your nails, gasping when you saw them changing their color from the natural one, under the transparent polish nail you chose, to a purplish shade, soft and pleasing to the eye; besides, they were now longer, but still followed the almond shape you used to wear.

You looked at Hades and found him staring at you, ecstatic; at the moment when you were going to touch your hair, feeling something strange after the tingling started, he approached his hand and took off the hairpin from it, and that time you were the surprised one: untying and spreading by themselves, a mass of curls and waves fell on your back and reached your ankles’ height; you held some strands and laughed when you saw that their color was also changed, but to a darker version of the nails’ purple.

Hades approached for the second time and, passing his hands around your head, he grabbed a few strands and tied them with the hairpin. He took the chance to reveal a third change, this one invisible to you until you had the chance to look into a mirror.

– Your eyes are now lilac, little one.

You opened your mouth in surprise, and Zeus intervened:

– Since you are on the growing spectrum, more changes are expected in the next days – he explained, in a lower, assuring tone – But the first seeds of your new nature are alive and awake. Welcome to the world of the gods, Y/n.

Your emotions were roaring inside you, but you kept composed and nodded in respect.

– Thank you, Zeus-sama.

You raised the goblet and Zeus took it, returning it to its place on the table. He then showed the crowd a second object: a small, silver plate where you saw two pieces of what looked like sesame cakes.

Now, the way for the wedding was free, as the god’s next words indicated.

– For now we have both god and goddess before us, there are no impediments for the marital contract to be sealed – he put the plate between you – You both, take them.

Hades and you took the cakes at the same time. That was the moment of the ceremony you were the most anxious to take part in: the exchange of the ceremonial food. It as a simple part, but you were afraid you would start laughing of nervousness, but fortunately none of this happened. Obeying Zeus’ orientations, Hades gave you his cake and you gave yours to him.

Zeus put the plate back on the table and, for the third time, took something from it: a large stray with a golden ring and a delicate earring of the same color. Hades took the earring and, moving your hair away with a gentle gesture, he put the jewel on your left ear; you took the ring from the stray and put it on his left hand, on his ring finger.

Zeus held your hands together for a moment, then made the announcement.

– By the powers of Heaven, I declare you husband and wife.

Those words, the concretization of something you’ve been dreaming of for months, brought hot tears to your eyes. Hades – now, your husband – pulled you closer and kissed you twice, the first time on your forehead, the second on your lips.

You both turned to the crowd, and watched with silent happiness as they received with smiles and claps the new couple and the new goddess.

***

The festivity that happened right after the ceremony, in the same rooms where the ball in which you’ve solved Hades’ enigma took place, was organized to receive the new family of the Greek pantheon and it was a good counterpoint for the solemnity of both the wedding and the ritual. Despite continuing to be the focus of the attentions beside your husband, you were more at will now, for your family was close, you already talked to the friends you’ve made on the lodge and had the opportunity to meet many gods and goddesses you’ve only knew by name.

And, about each of them, you formed curious opinions.

One of the first gods you met was from your own, new pantheon, and even when you’ve never saw him before, you’ve kind of guessed his identity once he appeared in front of you: a young man with pretty, delicate traits, dressed in extravagant, golden garment and with a long, pink hair falling on his back approached you two with the confidence of a king, bringing with him the heat you’d expect to feel outside your home in a Summer day.

As soon as he put his scrutinizing eyes on you, a feeling of being exposed to an intense light took over you, and you had to fight the impulse of hiding behind Hades.

I’m a goddess now. I can’t just shame myself this way.

The first words exchanged between you were said by the newcomer.

– If only I could tell you, big bro, how much I had to restrain myself from approaching the altar and examining her from close – the man stretched his hand and held your jawline, turning your face from one side to the other, as to not miss the smallest detail of your appearance – She’s such a beauty! – and, blinking an eye to your husband, – You’ve always had an eye for treasures, dear uncle.

You glanced at Hades and, to your surprise, his response to the god’s attitude was to smile.

– Your enthusiasm is laudable, but I’m afraid you’re scaring my wife, Apollo.

The other man, only then realizing the possibility of being intrusive, let go of your jawline and made a proper presentation.

– Forgive me for this indiscretion, little flower – he nodded – I am Apollo, God of the Sun. It is a pleasure to receive you in our family. From now on, consider me your elder brother.

You followed the etiquette and nodded to greet him.

– Thank you for celebrating with us and considering me part of your family, Apollo-sama.

– Ah, you don’t need to thank me, dear – Apollo caressed your chin – I’m too attached to my family, so of course I’d come. Besides, don’t you know that the ritual to transform a mortal being in a deity hasn’t been seen in ages? I couldn’t miss this opportunity. And, obviously, I was curious to know the woman who won my uncle’s cold heart, that is, what kind of beauty she carried in her.

You laughed at those words: despite his extravagance, Apollo was a good guy, with a pleasing sense of humor.

The conversation would have continued in this rhythm if it wasn’t for the arrival of another person, as interesting as him: a woman of Asian traits, with a young, majestic face covered in white makeup and red lips, contrasting with her black hair, tied up with luxurious hairpins; something in her way resembled Apollo, but in a quieter manner. The god of the Sun fell silent once he noticed her presence, and you sensed that he wasn’t exactly content with it.

The goddess’ voice sounded just like her figure suggested it would sound: soft, but firm, articulated, but sensitive.

– Hades-sama, Apollo-sama – she nodded to each of them as she spoke – It’s been a long time since our last reunion – and, turning to you, – But I’m content that the reason that reunited us today is a happy one.

Hades made the presentations.

– Y/n, this is Amaterasu, from the Japanese pantheon. She’s the Goddess of the Sun.

You greeted her with the same respect you treated her Greek counterpart. Amaterasu looked into your eyes for a moment, as if reading a secret in them, then spoke in a prophetic tone:

– There is a light inside you that has been there since you were born, young goddess – and, opening a hopeful smile, – The consumption of the ambrosia amplified and strengthened it, for your own good and for the ones you love.

You had no idea of what she was talking about, but you wouldn’t interrupt her. However, there was someone who wasn’t so composed in this sense.

– It is a pleasure for me to meet you again after so many centuries, Amaterasu – it was Apollo’s voice; he was really displeased for having his chatting with you interrupted by a member of a foreigner pantheon – But if you don’t mind, Y/n must receive blessings from her own pantheon first.

The Japanese goddess stared at him and, without arguing, smiled and raised her hands in a gesture of rendition.

– I just thought you already gave her your blessing, Apollo-sama. But if you didn’t, go ahead. I’m not stopping you.

Apollo, still with his hurt ego, didn’t mind replying to her, turning to you instead.

– Young Y/n, you’ve already proved your beauty by your hard work concerning the solution of your husband’s enigma, in which you showed your aspiration for a greater fate than your former nature could concede you.

You didn’t see yourself as this ambitious person, but you let him continue. And, as he spoke, you began to see his surroundings changing as a golden light involved his figure.

Is this an ability I gained as a goddess? I felt like I’m witnessing a glimpse of his true form.

– This is my gift to you, my dear – he took your hands and held them tight between you – May you continue what you started here in your new life as a Queen, and your soul grow in wisdom, kindness and strength of will, for all of this is beauty.

You gave his hands a soft squeeze in response.

– May everything happens exactly as you say, Apollo-sama – you whispered – Thank you for your blessing.

– Once again, no need to thank me, my flower, for prophecy isn’t but my job – untangling his hands from yours, he brushed your hair behind your ear; and, glancing at Hades, – Now, if you two excuse me, there are a group of anxious nymphs longing for company somewhere in this hall.

Without any other word or need for verbal responses from you or the other presents, Apollo turned his back on the group and walked away, as dramatic as a Summer sunset.

When he was out of sight, you heard a sweet giggle. You looked around and saw Amaterasu staring at the path taken by the other sun god.

– He never changes – she turned to you – But he’s a good man, despite what you just saw. Now, allow me to give you my blessing, Y/n – she repeated Apollo’s gesture, taking your hands in hers – The light you already bear in you, which has been brought to sight by the blessed drink, must never fade, and never fail you. The paths that wait for you, young goddess, are sinuous and dark, but may the lamps of consciousness be fed by this light, and fear never lead you stray.

Something similar to what happened during Apollo’s blessing happened now: you saw Amaterasu’s figure surround itself with a light that reminded you the first rays of a calm day, and as much as you felt encouraged and inspired by Apollo’s words, you felt comforted and determined with Amaterasu’s, and you thanked her with the same enthusiasm you showed to the Greek solar deity.

– I pray that everything happens as you determine, Amaterasu-sama. Thank you for your blessing.

The goddess inclined her head toward you, then did the same to Hades before leaving, with the same serenity in which she came.

You were still thinking of her words when you felt your hand being held by your husband. You turned to him to find a smile on his lips.

– Being blessed by solar deities is a great privilege for any person, god or mortal – he commented; and, with a playful tone, – But having two of them competing for attention is something you must never forget.

You laughed.

– I can see that. But it’s funny that, though I understand they must have reasons to not be so fond of each other, I don’t think they should feed conflicts between them so often.

Hades raised an eyebrow.

– How so?

– They might be the representations for the same concept in different pantheons, but each of them bring something unique to it – you explained – Apollo-sama, is like the imposing, powerful midday sun; Amaterasu-sama, on the other hand, is solemn, but welcoming as the morning sun. And I like both.

The King of Hellheim stared at you with kindness, as recognizing in your attitude one more reason to love you.

– Sustaining this view on such subjects is easier in theory, but I suppose it’s not going to be a problem for you to bring it to the practical field as a former human – he pondered.

– Do you think so?

He caressed your hair in response.

– I do. And I think we will have much fun learning with each other in this sense.

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Not me screaming and crying thinking about how "Turning Page" by Sleeping at Last perfectly resembles the way Willow feels about Luffy. Not me being inspired to write heart-wrenching fluff and angst for this final chapter.

PSA before i finish this — I'm kinda drunk bc I partied with my teachers. I told EVERYTHING about my romantic life to my 24 yo math teacher and I wanna hide under a rock. Sooo, if the way I write it's a bit strange, yk why.

Luffy's room smelled just like him. Salty sea breeze, lemongrass and wood.

That was the only detail Y/n was able to register as he pushed her up on the wall, kissing her hungrily. He was breathless, his kisses almost getting messy — he felt like he was going insane, getting drunk on her lips and soft skin. He wanted her. He wanted her to be his and his alone. Luffy gripped on her thighs at the thought and she pulled his hair, a whimper escaping her mouth.

That sweet, filthy, sound was music to his ears. And he wanted more of it.

"You're killing me," he groaned, just before sitting her on the bed. He ran his thumb on her lips, eating her up with his eyes. "I want to know how you taste."

Her hand, still tangled in his hair, gently guided his head down, until he kneeled in front of her. Her heart was beating impossibly fast — she couldn't think straight, not with him. Her instincts had taken over and Luffy was the object of her desires. Y/n put one of her legs on his shoulder and bit her lip, staring into his eyes. "Please," she murmured, in a tone so sweet it made Luffy's cock twitch in his pants.

He started leaving wet kisses on her inner thigh, his hand caressing her other leg, bringing it on his spare shoulder. Y/n's breath itched in her throat. She couldn't remember the last time someone touched her like that. She jolted when Luffy left a kiss on her throbbing heat, right through the fabric of her short pants.

"And you're calling me sensitive?" he uttered, looking up at her and smirking.

Y/n didn't have the time to answer. Luffy effortlessly took her pants off, only leaving her in her top, that left very little to the imagination. When Luffy's eyes met her cunt, they widened. And his attitude changed completely. He clenched his jaw and he smiled, his eyes darker than ever. He brought two fingers to her opening and brushed them between her folds.

"Fuck," he breathed, "You're soaking."

The nymph bit her lip, forcing herself to keep her eyes on him. It was only when his thumb found her clit that he remembered what he had said.

"Don't tease me, Y/n" he had warned her, "Or I'll have those pretty eyes of yours roll to the back of your head."

She didn't think he would have kept that promise.

"You're so fucking pretty, like that," he uttered, "You're going to make me so happy tonight."

Then his mouth made contact with her throbbing heat, his tongue lapping up and down her clit as his fingers made their way inside her, pumping at a steady pace. The nymph let out a high-pitched moan against her palm and she pulled Luffy's hair, bucking her hips from the sudden pleasure.

Luffy groaned against her core, grabbing harder on her thighs to keep her still. He looked up for a moment, smiling at her flushed face — glossy eyes, lips parted, reddened cheeks —, and then he substituted his fingers with his tongue, as he stimulated her clit with his thumb. He moaned at the taste, pushing his face against her dripping cunt. He bucked his hips against the air, desperately needing friction. He couldn't help himself, not when the way she tasted turned him on so fucking much.

"Luffy —," she whimpered, her back arching as she pushed his head, "I'm — I'm close."

Following those words as they were godsent, he kept going exactly the same way, pushing his tongue towards that spongy spot and working over her pulsing clit. He couldn't stop whimpering and groaning against her pussy, the vibrations only adding up to her pleasure. Y/n bit her lip, the mess between her legs — the lewd sounds, the drool and arousal leaking from her cunt to her inner thighs — only driving her more towards the edge, the knot in her lower belly becoming tighter and tighter and snapping after a few seconds with a loud moan.

"Fuck —," she gasped, trying to relax her curled toes and her hand, still gripping on Luffy's hair.

Luffy unwillingly separated from her heat, cum dripping down his chin. He was catching his breath, lust radiating from his eyes. He got up from the floor and cleaned his chin with his thumb, before pushing it through Y/n's lips.

"Here" he said, in a tone that seemed to be demanding, "Taste yourself."

Y/n sucked on his thumb, so obedient and good for the strawhat captain. He indulged in feeling her warm mouth wrapped around his finger and clenched his jaw, taking his thumb out. Everything to keep himself from throwing her on her back and fucking her right then and there. He kissed her slowly, their tongues meeting halfway in a messy exchange.

"I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock" he spoke against her mouth, "Can I?"

The nymph couldn't help but let out a low moan against his lips — his thoughts, so loud and filthy, were enough for her to lose her sanity. "Please," she breathed, "I want all of you."

Luffy had to put an unimaginable effort not to cum untouched. Pleasing her had already done the most to him — but the way she spoke, too... The way she was completely giving herself to him. He was getting addicted. He decided not to speak until he was sure he was going to make it and he let his pants fall off along with his tunic, which was tied around his hips.

The nymph ran her golden eyes all over his body, inch by inch. His skin, his scars, his marks, the outline of his muscles... When her gaze met his dick, she bit her lip. She didn't imagine he would've been that big.

She got up from the bed and slowly took off her top, remaining completely naked. He devoured her with his eyes, in silence, as his hands immediately met her waist and breasts, travelling all along her body. She covered in shivers, his heavenly touch only making her want more of him. She ran her hands on his naked body, down his chest to his groin. "See?" she murmured, leaving a kiss under his ear, "We're even."

When she took his cock in her hand, Luffy almost hissed. His dick was already throbbing, rock hard and pre-cum leaking from the tip — the anticipation was what had made that moment incredible and yet such a painful wait. When she started pumping her fist, Luffy shut his eyes closed, trying his best not cum immediately and commanding through gritted teeth to fucking suck it.

Y/n smiled, staring at him through her lashes as she slowly kneeled in front of him. "Won't you even say please?" she murmured, her thumb running in circles on his reddened tip, "You know I can be a lot nicer than this."

Luffy bit his lip, his fingers immediately tangling in her hair. "Please," he obliged.

She chuckled, her little laugh darkening as she pumped his shaft at a slower pace. "That's better."

When she ran her tongue through the tip of his dick, Luffy held his breath as he instinctively pulled her hair. She looked up at him, a devilish smile flashing on her face. His red cheeks, his chest heaving up, his abdomen tensing up whenever she touched him — everything about him made the nymph lose her mind.

"You look so pretty," she murmured. And, as his gaze met hers, she took him in her mouth. Her lips surrounded him inch by inch and the wetness and warmth of her mouth made Luffy's eyes roll to the back of his head. He let out a low moan, his hand tugging on her hair as he searched for something — anything — to hold on to.

"Oh, — fuck," he breathed, his voice breaking as she started bobbing her head, "Your mouth feels so... oh, so good."

The praise made the blood rush to her lower belly and she started to ache again, craving his touch like no other. She swirled her tongue, her vision becoming blurry as she pushed his cock down her throat. He was so big she already found it hard to fit him in her mouth.

Luffy knew she was struggling because of that. And it turned him on even more. He groaned, not being able to contain himself any longer. "Take it all" he spat, barely holding in a moan, "Or is it too much for you?" As those words left his mouth, he thrust his hips, his cock twitching when the tip touched the back of her throat.

She whimpered, the vibrations running along Luffy's shaft. It was too much. And, yet, it was so fucking good. Boiling tears fell down her cheeks, as she struggled to take all of him in her mouth. Luffy's merciless thrusts were getting sloppy, as he pushed her head against the base of his dick. She knew what it meant — one of her hands reached his balls, slowly massaging them as she took him deep down her throat once again.

"Fuck —," he moaned, "I'm close."

She looked up at him, searching for his eyes through the tears. She found them. She saw the lust, his face — a mixture of bliss and damnation, as if he were almost in pain. Then Luffy finished with a moan, cumming down her throat.

Y/n swallowed with no hesitation, the taste only making her want more. She slowly separated from his dick, milking it of every drop of cum. As she got up from the floor, Luffy wasted no time pulling her in from her waist. He kissed her with passion and yet softly.

"Thank you," he murmured breathlessly on her lips, as he kissed her again.

"Don't thank me yet" she uttered, gently grabbing his neck and pulling him on the bed, "I said I wanted all of you, didn't I?"

Luffy didn't need anything else to get fully hard again. The way she took control made him lightheaded, drunk on the way she could make him feel. "Yes," he mindlessly mumbled, incapable of forming a decent thought, "You said that."

As Luffy sat on the bed, Y/n straddled his lap and started running her fingers on the side of his neck, down to his waist. "And don't you want me to take care of you?"

Her voice, so sweet in expressing such dirty thoughts, was honey to Luffy's ears. He was hers — she could've done anything to him and he would've been happy with it. "Please" he breathed, his hips bucking in search of friction, "I need you."

"You need me?" she repeated, as she ran her lips along his neck and clavicles, leaving wet kisses all over his skin, "And what do you need me to do, pretty?"

As Luffy was about to answer, the nymph started grinding against his cock, the wet and warm feeling making his eyes shut closed while his mouth hung slightly open in a silent moan. Y/n bit her lip, trying to keep herself from making a sound. The stimulation was already too much to bear, the effects of their previous orgasms not yet vanished.

Luffy's hands instinctively grabbed her ass and his mouth flew to one of her tits. Y/n arched her back with a whimper, from the sensation of Luffy's tongue against her nipple, as he sucked it quite harshly.

"Please" he begged against her skin, his breath itching in his throat as she wouldn't stop grinding, "I want to be inside you."

When he started guiding her movements, the nymph's brain shut down. She needed him so badly she couldn't keep herself from granting him whatever he wished for. "Take me" she murmured, one hand tangled in his hair, "I'm yours."

Luffy's lips crashed against hers, as he whimpered from her words alone. Between open mouth kisses, all Y/n heard were his thoughts, as what she said replayed in his head.

I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours.

He got on top of her in a sudden movement, pressing her thighs on her chest. He kept kissing her as he brushed the tip of his cock between her folds.

Luffy bucked his hips, making his way inside her. Halfway in, they gasped in each other's mouth. Y/n pulled his hair, whimpering in his mouth from the stretch. "Keep going," she begged.

Luffy clenched his teeth, unable to say anything. And, once he was deep inside her, the pleasure was so intense his vision went white. He let out animalistic sounds, blinded by the bliss of feeling her clench around him.

His voice broke, as he started rutting his hips against her, going impossibly deeper. "So tight — so fucking tight."

The nymph let out a loud moan, Luffy's thrusts hitting that spot just right. "There" she stammered, breathless, "Just — just like that."

Luffy kept fucking her at an unforgiving pace, not having enough of that sensation, of her cunt squeezing his cock so good and warm and tight. "Fuck," he breathed, as the feeling was about to become unbearable. The overstimulation provided such a beautiful kind of pain that got him whining, whimpers and moans leaving his mouth endlessly.

As she was about to come undone, panting and exhaling such sweet sounds, Luffy's thrusts became sloppier.

"I'm about to cum —," he groaned, with a filthy roll of his hips.

Her walls clenched around him impossibly tight as she reached her high. She cried his name, her legs shaking under his grip, and he came inside her with a low growl, the spasms of his orgasm making him collapse on top of her. He filled her to the brim, stuffing her full of his cum to the point it leaked out, running down her inner thighs.

They tried to catch their breath, still shaken by their orgasms.

Delicately, she kissed him. It was a soft kiss, their noses touching and their sweaty skin making contact in a delicate brush. Luffy opened his eyes to look at her, then closed them and opened them again. A smile slowly formed on his face and he kissed her once more.

"You're beautiful," he said, with such simplicity it made Y/n's heart flutter.

She couldn't help but beam at him, as her cheeks lightly blushed. "You are beautiful too, Luffy."

He giggled, moving on his side and leaning on his elbow. "You're all red."

"Oh, shut up. As if you aren't."

"Of course I'm red, we just had sex."

Y/n blushed again, this time trying to hold in a laugh of embarrassment. "Luffy!"

"What? It's true" he retorted, still cackling with excitement, "I would be up for another round, actually."

"Okay, Captain" she murmured, laughing through her nose, "As much as I'd like that, we wouldn't last five seconds."

Luffy grinned, suddenly smacking a kiss on her lips. "You said you'd like that!" he exclaimed, "That's enough of a win, for me."

The nymph openly laughed, as she rolled on her side as well. "Are you seriously surprised?"

He giggled, nuzzling his face into the pillow. "Not really but I couldn't be sure, could I?"

"Oh, don't worry. I liked that — pretty sure you saw that."

"I liked it more — pretty sure you saw that. Bet you were checking my thoughts."

Y/n smiled with guilt. "Only a little. I was... concentrating on other things."

"My cock."

"Luffy!"

And he laughed again, before pulling her in. They silently smiled, embracing each other, tangled in a mess of sheets that they didn't even use.

Luffy had buried her face in her neck and she was stroking his hair, a look of full peace painted on her face. Then something hit her, in the depths of her mind.

"I can't believe..." she suddenly whispered, "I can't believe how natural this feels."

Luffy raised his head and stared into her eyes for a moment. His gaze was soft, though. Then, he blurted out an innocent admission. "I think it's because we're meant to be."

The nymph fell into a deep silence, his words resonating through her head and chest.

He stroked her cheek and left a delicate peck on her lips. "I'm going to grab something for you in the kitchen" he murmured. Then he got up and wore a silk robe on his naked body. "I'll be right back." Finally, he got out of the room.

She wasn't able to read his thoughts from the shock but, really, she was fairly convinced he was just trying to give her a moment alone.

Meant to be.

Such a strange concept.

She was, in fact, naked in Luffy's bed after she tried everything in her power to keep him at a distance — and yet she couldn't bring herself to. She had decided she couldn't trust him — and yet there wasn't a feeling more natural than being with him. She had claimed she would've never followed him — and yet there was nothing more heartbreaking than the thought of never seeing him again.

She cursed herself in a whisper, as tears rushed down her cheeks. "What the hell did I do?"

Meanwhile, Luffy walked to the kitchen, hoping he would find some food. Instead, he found Sanji. Sanji, who was looking at him in utter shock.

"Oh" Luffy said, "Hi, Sanji."

"You're naked."

Luffy looked down at his silk robe. A gift from Zoro. "Uh, no. I'm wearing this."

Sanji swallowed. "No. Under it. You're. Naked."

Luffy blinked. "Yes. Do you have any food? I think Willow is hungry."

Sanji's face went white, then full red. Luffy thought his nose was about to bleed. Then, Sanji started screaming.

"You had sex?!" he yelled, "Right now? With her?!"

Luffy shrugged with a smile. "Yeah. Best night of my life" he confirmed, then peeked at the fridge, "So? The food?"

Sanji held on to the counter to avoid passing out. "Why not me —," he stammered, "How the fuck did you conquer the gentle heart of a beautiful nymph and I didn't?"

Luffy bumped his fist on Sanji's head. "Sanji, I'm in a hurry! The. Food."

And Sanji, probably as envious as he ever was in his life, gave him the juiciest tray of snacks, adding two sweet drinks that smelled like fresh fruit. "Just for the lady" he clarified, quite offended, "I didn't do it for you."

"Okay" said Luffy with a smile, as he walked back towards his bedroom, "Thanks."

When Luffy came back, Y/n had already brushed the tears away from her face and she was waiting for him, trying to look as relaxed as possible. He smiled at her and her heart softened. Less and less hard to pretend.

"I grabbed some things for us," he announced, putting down the tray and a small pile of clothes, then getting closer to her. He was holding a wet cloth, his face as hopeful as it could get. "Can I clean you up?"

She saw in his mind that he had stolen some of Nami's clothes for her. She would've normally scolded him for not asking her permission but she couldn't — not when he looked at her like that. So, she nodded with the tiniest smile ever.

When Luffy was done cleaning her up, stealing a few kisses in the process, he let her wear Nami's clothes. He giggled. "You look beautiful. Comfortable?"

Y/n smiled more openly. When Luffy called her beautiful she lost all of her self control. "Yep. I will thank Nami, tomorrow."

"She steals so many clothes from shops that she won't even notice these were gone in the first place."

"She already set up the whole crew for a lifetime of debt" she giggled, "I don't think you want to make your situation worse."

Luffy laughed. "My situation? I'm not the one wearing her clothes."

"I'm not the one who stole them, though."

Luffy looked at her as he cackled, in pure awe. It was amazing to him, how much she already knew them all. He was restraining himself from asking whether she was finally going to join him — he wanted to enjoy that night without making her uneasy.

"C'mon," he said, as he stood up to wear a pair of cotton shorts. Then, he grabbed the tray and laid back next to her. "Let's eat."

She wanted to bring up the fact that he had just put shorts on without underwear but the smell of the food was just too delicious not to eat it right away. "Fuck" she groaned, right after taking a sip of the drink, "This is amazing."

"Right?" he gushed, biting on another snack.

They ate in silence for a while, too concentrated on the amazing taste to say anything else.

Then, after the tray was empty, Luffy yawned. At that point, Y/n just couldn't help herself. She grabbed his squishy cheeks and planted two big kisses on each one of them. Luffy blushed, giggling, and she just froze, realising what she had done.

"Uh, sorry," she apologized with a smile.

Luffy pulled her closer. "Shut up. Do it again."

And they went on like that, until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The morning came pretty fast.

Luffy woke up first. When he opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat. She was still asleep. The rays of sun that had made it through the curtains were shining on her relaxed face, her eyelashes forming curious shadows on her cheeks. He brushed his fingers on her horns, tracing their outline, then he caressed her hair. He felt his stomach ache terribly and his throat closed in panic.

"I'm having a heart attack," he thought, as his trembling hand gently stroked her cheek.

Suddenly, she scrunched her nose. Her eyelashes fluttered and she finally opened her eyes. When her gaze met Luffy's, she lightly smiled. "What 're you doin'?" she slurred, her voice still sleepy.

In case Luffy's thoughts weren't explanatory enough, his face definitely did the trick — widened soft eyes, red cheeks, parted lips. But he stammered out the answer anyway, accompanied by a little giggle. "You're gorgeous and you don't even realise, do you?"

She blushed and hid her face in the pillow, trying to stop a huge smile from forming on her face. "Come here, sweetcheeks."

Luffy laughed, even as he pulled her into his arms. "Did you just give me a nickname?" he taunted her, "Not that I mind that."

She curled her lips and left a small peck on his left cheek. "You heard me."

Luffy's heart softened again and he kissed her slowly, enjoying her warm lips to the fullest. "Never stop calling me that" he ordered, as a huge grin appeared on his face, "Let's go to breakfast, mh?"

Y/n's eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure? I feel like I'm intruding."

"Ridiculous. Let's go."

"Luffy —."

His stubborn eyes were making a convincing argument, already. "I'm not going anywhere without you and you're not intruding" he retorted, "They like you, if there's gonna be any issue at all it's going to be about them being way too familiar."

The nymph sighed and closed her eyes. She knew her next goodbyes were going to hurt like hell.

But she couldn't say no to Luffy, could she?

So, they got up from the bed and reached the kitchen. Y/n had to fight the impulse to hide when Luffy grabbed her hand.

The crew was already there, chatting at the table. As soon as the two stepped in, Franky and Nami pointed at a chair — right next to Luffy's seat.

"Y/n!" Nami exclaimed, "We added a chair for you."

Meanwhile, Usopp and Brooke stared in shock — even though the skeleton made it a point that he doesn't have eyes.

Franky, hoping the nymph wouldn't notice, gave Luffy a high five as he walked past and Zoro smirked.

Chopper and Robin giggled. Sanji, who was placing food on the table, was still incredibly envious but was still a gentleman to Y/n.

When Y/n took a seat, between Nami and Luffy, she shyly smiled. "I wanted to thank you — Luffy stole clothes from you last night for me to wear" she confessed, "I'll give them back."

Nami shrugged and cackled. The nymph was giving her so much information with so little conversation. "Oh, no worries" she said, "You can keep them — Luffy owes me 100 Berries, though."

Luffy scowled. "You didn't even pay for those!"

"They're still worth 100 Berries."

Y/n exchanged looks with Luffy. "Don't say you told me so," he thought. She smiled to herself.

"So, Y/n" whispered Franky with a knowing look, "Was the bed I made for our captain comfortable enough for you?"

The nymph blushed and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry?"

Franky just laughed and then turned to Sanji, complaining about how much he had to wait for a restocking of Cola.

"Oh, Y/n!" exclaimed Chopper suddenly, his eyes widened with worry, "Do you need medical attention?"

The nymph raised her eyebrows. "Why would I need medical attention?"

Chopper pointed at her cleavage, still worried. "A purple spot, there! Is that a bruise?"

Sixteen eyes and two empty orbs suddenly stared at the nymph's cleavage but, more specifically, at the obvious hickey Luffy had left right above her boob the previous night.

There was a moment of deafening silence before half of the crew spat their drinks and food out. Only Zoro, Franky, and the girls were left smiling and giggling — Chopper was just plainly confused.

"Yeah, okay, everything is pretty obvious — we get it" said Luffy at one point with a little laugh, as he took Y/n's hand under the table, "Let's just have breakfast."

The nymph thanked him silently with a light squeeze of her hand and quickly took a sip of whatever was in her cup, hoping her cheeks weren't too red. Then her eyes widened. "Woah — this is... What is this?"

"It's latte, my beautiful lady" immediately said Sanji, "With vanilla scented foam."

Luffy rolled his eyes. The nymph was almost too shocked by the culinary experience to notice the jealousy in his thoughts.

"I didn't understand a word you said" she chuckled, after taking another sip, "It's delicious, though."

"You never had anything like it?" asked Nami, as she placed three chocolate sweets on her plate.

Y/n smiled at the gesture. "Thank you — and no. We didn't eat elaborated stuff. The most complicated thing I've ever eaten in my years was the stew the caretakers used to cook for newborn nymphs and a mixture of honey and berries as a treat."

"Newborn nymphs?" asked Robin.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek. She was telling the crew a bit too much — but she had caught their interest and there were no secrets to keep anymore. So she took a deep breath and started explaining.

"Yes. There were four clans of nymphs. The forest clan, the river clan, the wind clan and the fire clan."

The silence was deafening. Everyone was listening.

"Each nymph had a role in the community. There were warriors, providers, caretakers, sentries and the council."

"You were a warrior, right?" asked Chopper.

Y/n lowered her gaze. "Correct."

"What about the council?" questioned Zoro.

"Each category could choose a representative for them to enter the council. When a representative is chosen, the deal is done."

"So the representative can't say no?" murmured Luffy.

"No, they can't. I was the representative of the warriors for over two hundred and sixty years."

"If they kept you as representative for that much time, you must've been good," said Franky.

A little smile appeared on the nymph's lips. But it was sad and plastered. "I've never lost a battle... except for one."

Luffy squeezed her hand again, in utter silence. And Y/n forced herself to get back to her senses.

"Then, there's the Eldest," she continued, clearing her throat, "The Eldest is the head of the community."

"You said you were the Eldest, yesterday," said Sanji.

A dark laugh made its way through her lips and she didn't comment further.

"How does a nymph become the Eldest?" asked Usopp.

"Again, the Eldest is suggested by the community in a sort of secret ballot and then chosen by the council — usually, it's a member of the council that is chosen but, this time, they can refuse."

"Why?" asked Brook, "What is the difference between the members of the council and the Eldest?"

"I said we are immortal but we could choose to age, didn't I?" she murmured, "If a nymph becomes the Eldest, they have to give up their immortality."

"Why?" asked Luffy, "Isn't that unfair?"

"I wouldn't know how to answer that, I think it depends on your perspective. When the Eldest is chosen, they rule on a whole community that has existed until the beginning of time. It's expected of them to give everything for the other nymphs and to make the right decisions — giving up our immortality is seen as a way to show loyalty and dedication. To show that you truly want it."

"The Eldest rules until they die, is it?" asked Nami.

"Yes, normally. But they could also choose they've had enough. They wouldn't gain their immortality back, though. Once you give that up, it's done forever."

There was silence after a few seconds.

"Earlier, when you talked about newborn nymphs..."

"It was the fire clan's job to take care of that" Y/n explained, "They had the special ability to give life — they were the guardians of the hearth."

"The hearth?" asked Luffy.

"I don't exactly know what that is, it was special knowledge of the fire clan. What I know is that they were the only ones who could give life to newborn nymphs — every year, three nymphs were born from each clan, from trees, bodies of water, clouds and the hearth itself. That was how we kept the community alive."

Robin's eyes widened with sadness. "So, that means..."

Y/n lowered her gaze. "That means I am the last nymph."

Luffy's heart ached with pain and anger. "That's the reason why you're the Eldest, even with your immortality."

"I have to be, I imagine. There's no one else."

"Did the nymphs ever ask you to be the Eldest?" asked Zoro in a low tone. He didn't like the nymph at first, but knowing the whole story he couldn't help but feel some degree of respect for her.

The nymph clenched her fists, in an attempt to control the piercing agony that was crushing her heart. "Yes" she answered, "The day they all died."

Luffy furrowed his eyebrows, as the crew held their breaths in shock.

"I said no. I didn't want to give up my immortality because I felt my time hadn't come yet" she muttered, "They insisted and I left — I climbed up the mountain and stayed in the forbidden bit of the island for hours, just to get away from that. I was too far to even hear the thoughts. When I came back..."

Luffy interrupted her, the pain in her voice already being too much to bear for him — let alone the one she was actually enduring. "You don't have to keep going if it's too much."

The nymph shook her head, as if she were trying to send the memories away. "Yeah, uh — you're right." Then she got up, her hands shaking a little. "I need to go now, thank you for yesterday and... uh, breakfast."

"What?" said Luffy, getting up from his seat as well, "Where are you going?"

She shook her head again, panic building up in her chest as she freed her hand from his. "I need to go," she repeated, going towards the door.

"Wait —."

"Luffy" Nami warned him, grabbing him by his wrist, "Let her go."

And, just like that, she disappeared.

"What the fuck —," he lashed out, freeing himself from Nami's grip, "Why would you stop me?"

"She needs time, Luffy. She's panicking!"

"No, she needs me to be there for her. She's afraid of letting me in and if I give up now she will never come with us!"

"I'm afraid this isn't about you or us, Luffy," said Usopp.

"It's really not," agreed Nami.

"You're right, it's about her. But it's also about me, now, because I —." Luffy stumbled into his words and fell into silence. "I care about her" he finally uttered, "I need to check on her."

"And what if what she needs isn't you?" retorted Sanji.

Luffy glared at him like he never did since he met him. "And what the fuck do you know about that? I'm there for her, that's what matters — if she doesn't want me at her side, she will let me know, I assure you."

"I think she wants him there," uttered Zoro, "I just don't know if it'll be enough."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it. You know what she's feeling — you know that guilt."

Luffy stayed silent. Zoro didn't express his thoughts a lot but, when he did, his words were gold to him. "Yes," he simply said. The mere thought of not being able to save Ace two years prior was heart-wrenching. Every single time.

"But you had us, still," Zoro continued. "She was left completely alone, she lost everything. Don't you think that she's too afraid of losing someone else? So afraid that she won't even let herself think about the chance of being happy again?"

"Or maybe she doesn't think she deserves happiness" said Robin, in a low tone, "I know a thing or two about survivor's guilt."

"And how do I convince her otherwise?" asked Luffy, softly.

"I don't know if you can."

"Look, we're on your side" said Usopp, "We're just saying to have a little caution."

"We want her in the crew, too" murmured Nami with a little smile, "We never saw you act the way you do with her."

Luffy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I want to check on her."

"Wait just a little" Nami tried to convince him, "Sort your thoughts out and then go — you're too shaken up and she needs you to be there, she doesn't need to be comforting you as well."

Luffy nodded and sat back down. "Thank you, all of you" he muttered, "Sorry I lashed out."

"Stop worrying. Calm down and get her to join us once and for all."

Luffy sat for forty four minutes. Then he got too restless to even think of staying still and he ran up to Zoro, who was training.

"Oi," he said.

Zoro turned around and raised an eyebrow, completely stopping his training. His way to show he was listening.

"Am I doing the right thing?"

Zoro shrugged. "Does it feel right to do anything else other than this?"

Luffy thought about it for a moment and shook his head.

"Then you're doing the right thing" answered Zoro, "It might not work but... you know, at least you're making a choice you can live with. It's like having the chance to try a mysterious sake you've been curious about — the taste might suck but at least you won't regret not trying it."

Luffy smiled. He felt lucky to have Zoro as a friend. "Thank you, Zoro."

"Oh, shut up. Go get your nymph."

Luffy looked for her in the forest for at least an hour. He used haki to find her and he perceived her in such a faint way there was only one place she could be. Luffy ran to the mountain and looked up. He couldn't see the top — but he knew she was there. So he climbed. He climbed up until his limbs were sore and his bones were hurting. When he reached the top, there she was.

She was lying on the cold stone, silent tears streaming down her temples. "What are you doing?" she murmured.

Luffy caught his breath, sitting next to her. "I was looking for you."

"Why?"

"You know why."

She sighed, other tears falling from her eyes.

Luffy brushed them away with his thumbs, in silence. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Y/n opened her eyes, staring into his. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry you had to go through that" he muttered, "It's not your fault."

"It might not be my fault but I could've changed the outcome. And that means I'm still partly responsible."

"There's a chance you could've changed the outcome, yes. But you can't control life. I was there to save my brother and I still failed. Terrible things happen to a lot of people, everyday."

"How is that a comfort?"

"There's no comfort. Except for the fact we can stop him from doing this to other people."

The nymph furrowed her eyebrows and sat straight. "You're talking about Blackbeard?"

"Yes. We can stop him. Together."

"He's an emperor."

Luffy held her hand. "We'll stop him anyway," he insisted.

She shook her head and got up. "You wasted your time, climbing all the way up here," she murmured.

He stood up as well, anger radiating from his voice. "Don't do that. Don't be cold to me as if nothing ever happened between us."

The nymph avoided his eyes and clenched her jaw, trying to keep herself from breaking. "I'm not cold."

"You try to be," he retorted, "You're trying to push me away and it won't work."

"Don't make this harder" she seethed, her golden glare appearing again as if the prior day had never passed, "This can only go one way."

"Yes" he uttered, his eyes as stubborn as ever, "My way."

"Don't be a fool!"

"Don't be condescending, I am not a child."

"Then respect my decision," she spat.

"I'll do it once you'll allow yourself to even think about the chance of being happy with me" he yelled, "You won't even let yourself think about that, will you?!"

Y/n froze. She shook her head again. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I know. You saw my thoughts and you know I get it. But I can't let you do this to yourself. I had someone who grabbed me by the neck and told me to think about all I had left and all that future had to offer me — I will be that someone for you if I have to."

"Jinbe could comfort you just because you still had your crew" she screamed, pushing her palms against his chest, "I have nothing!"

"You have me!" he screamed back, "You. Have. Me."

Tears started to swell up in her eyes again and she turned around, ready to jump into the forbidden bit. "Leave me be," she begged in a whisper, "It's easier this way."

She didn't let him answer. She jumped into the waterfall and closed her eyes, waiting to land in the fresh water. She craved the feeling of noiseless emptiness that being underwater could provide and the loneliness of a forbidden forest that was only populated by raging, unreasonable beasts, just like herself.

But, just as she was about to touch the water, an arm surrounded her and she landed on the grass, Luffy holding her close to her body. The nymph furrowed her eyebrows, in pain.

"Why can't you give up on me?"

Luffy stared into her eyes, his gaze being the depiction of torment. "Because we are meant to be together."

"How do you know that?" she insisted.

"All I ever dreamed about was becoming King of the pirates" he answered, his voice low, "But, for some reason, I can't fathom the idea of doing this without you — from the moment I met you."

Her eyes softened and yet the agony was still glaring. "Why are you wired this way?"

"Come with me and I'll have plenty of time to find an answer to this question."

"I can't come with you."

Luffy pulled her closer, the frustration radiating from his voice. "Why not? I thought you trusted me by now — after tonight!"

"It's not that" she whispered, "I do trust you — more than anyone."

"Then why?" he insisted.

"I can't come because I'll fall in love with you."

The nymph hadn't planned on saying those words. She didn't want to let them out of her mouth. And yet nothing could stop them. Not even her will, not even her determination.

Luffy's heart had skipped several beats. He blinked, staring into her eyes. The silence was deafening, as the muscle between his lungs struggled to keep pace with the way he felt, with the physiological need for oxygen and circulation and with how much he wanted to kiss her. He took a deep breath. One. He took another. One, two. He took the last one. One, two, three. Then, he talked.

"Fall. I will catch you."

And their lips crashed into a breathless kiss. A kiss that tasted like pain and regret, like trust and open wounds, like new love and uncertain promises. A kiss where they felt home and yet still with a foot outside the door.

Until she heard a sound. A strong, sudden wind through the branches of trees and a strange warmth that came with it.

Y/n broke the kiss and looked around, weapons in hand, ready to fight a predator. And, when she met its eyes, her knives fell on the ground.

The phoenix flew towards her, drawing majestic patterns in the air. It left her breathless, as Luffy gazed up at it in awe. She had never seen one before — but she knew what it meant. And she needed it. She had been needing it so desperately.

"What is it?" he murmured.

The phoenix flew in circles around them and then in front of the nymph again, looking into her eyes. In the creature's eyes she could see all the answers she had been longing for. Tears ran down her cheeks and she brought a hand to her chest, as her heart felt like it was about to burst. "It's a blessing" she whispered, "A message from Mother Nature."

The phoenix flew in circles once again and then disappeared in a wind turbine, leaving the air to smell like infinite fire and endless silence. A final decision.

"What message?" asked Luffy, delicately, as if he were trying not to bother what was left of the appearance.

The nymph turned to him, burning tears streaming down her cheeks and lighting up the gold in her eyes. "Rebirth" she said, breathless, "Catch me."

EPILOGUE:

The legend says there was a specific moment when the King of pirates stopped losing his battles. No one knows for certain but some say that it involved a power, a power beheld by a mystical woman who could see and hear everything — a power she would use for love, some would argue. Other smart tongues would rather chat about convenience, since the matter is about the king of damned pirates. But, in the depths of the New World, as he explores the greatest peaks of freedom, there are his companions who know the truth. The truth about a nymph, met long ago on a deserted island, who gave up his immortality to age with him. A woman that, in his presence, is called the Queen.

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