#outlander x female reader

[saturnville]

nightmare

45. “I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

author’s note: this was a part two that i never realized could be a part two until someone inboxed me and asked for a continuation of “the soldier’s lady.” this sat in my drafts for two years. so thank you to the supporter whose message encouraged me to finish it 🫶🏾 @queen-dk

Alone he was. Alone, frozen, starved, and afraid. Lost between the beautiful, green mazes. Surrounded by thick stumps covered in damp moss, assaulted by crawlers at every direction, destroyed by his enemies.

Voice too coarse, too far gone to utter even a prayer to the Master he served. His hand, covered in blood and gashes filled with dirt and debris, clasped around his throat. His dry lips parted and nothing more than a small gasp dribbled out.

He cleared his throat. A sandpaper-like substance shimmied along the sides of his throat. He spat it out on a pile of crushed leaves and opened his mouth once more, managing to call out. He was greeted with silence.

Painfully, he scrambled to his feet. A string of obscenities passed his lips. His hands patted his waist in search for his sword. He only felt the tattered fabric of his kilt. Through blurred vision, he searched around, circling himself for his sacred weapon.

Loudly, he cried out again. He was answered with the rustling of the leaves and the clapping of a dangerous thunder. His chest heaved as he looked around, stumbling in every which direction.

Alone, he was. Alone, frozen, starved, and afraid.

She awoke suddenly with a gasp. Thin lavender slip damp with sweat, soft skin heated from distress, she sat up slowly. Her eyes darted around the dark room, save for a beam of moonlight against her bed frame.

With a shaking hand, she brushed the stump of her hand across her forehead, sweeping away the perspiration that rested there.

Her non-dominant hand forced the warm covers off her body. Slowly, she swung her slender legs across the edge of the bed. They dangled, her heels jabbing the wooden frame.

A soft breath flew passed her dry lips. Her hands were a net for her head as she buried her face within her palms. Her cardiac muscle beat harder than wooden sticks against the tenor drums she saw a young boy playing weeks ago.

He was back home, yet subconsciously, she still worried for his well-being, for his safety. For almost two weeks, he’d been walking through the halls of the estate, healthy and strong in stature. Her worry was no longer necessary, but it never seemed to subside.

Theo nibbled along the inside of her cheek. Should she do it, she thought to herself. The young woman reached across her pillow and snatched her robe that warmed it, sliding it over her arms.

Her bare feet smoothed the cold floors as she padded around her bed and out of her bedroom. She started straight down the hallway and made a sharp left turn. In front of his bedroom door she stood. Hesitantly, she knocked softly.

A warm light peaked from the bottom of the door and gentle movements could be heard from the other side. She twiddled her fingers around a loose thread on the stomach of her slip.

After a few moments, the door opened. Theo smiled awkwardly, feeling small under his naturally intense gaze. She had trouble lifting her head to meet his.

“Why’re ye up, lass?” His voice was like water on a hot day—clear and crisp. Aila rolled her shoulders then shrugged.

“Had a nightmare about you,” she said quietly, her eyes nowhere near his. “Wanted to make sure you were okay...”

The man cracked a smile. His teeth peeked from behind his pink lips. Such a pretty sight, she thought to herself. He said nothing, only opened the door wider and nodded for her to enter.

She was hesitant. It was the first time she’d been in his room in the wee hours of the night. Theo stood in the middle of his bedroom, eyeing the knickknacks and other articles around. His desk was in the corner and it was littered with papers, some of them smeared with dark ink she assumed he knocked over.

His clothes were folded messily and tossed on a chest to her right. She shook her head. His messiness would never go away, it seemed.

Ahead of her, the flames of the fireplace danced and leapt swiftly.

“Tell me about this nightmare,” he asked of her. He palmed the door and closed it gently. Theo tore her eyes away from the fire and wrapped her arms around herself. Jamie moved to sit on his bed, hands rubbing his covered thighs.

“You were alone,” she started, eyes locked on the dancing flames in front of her. “had spent days alone in an area you did not know. Cold, starved, and afraid. No one could get to you.”

Jamie cocked his head to the side.

“I had nightmares like that all the time when you were gone.” Her voice was so small that he could hardly hear her. “I was scared you’d die out there alone. Hell, I thought you were dead the whole time you were gone.”

“Theo...” he inched towards her. His large hand cupped hers gently. “Ye should know ye canna get rid of me that easily.”

“You say that like you’re made of metal,” Jamie chuckled with a shake of her head. While any other time she would’ve scolded him for joking in a serious matter, she couldn’t help but feel the weight lift from her shoulders. He didn’t think she sounded ridiculous.

“Might as well be...come here, lass.”

With no sense of urgency, Theo’s legs carried her slowly to his bed. The weight was back. His soft demand made her nervous.

Jamie sensed her uneasiness and smiled. “Why’re ye nervous?”

“I...I don’t know,” she mumbled. Again, he ushered her over and she joined him on the bed. It was comfortable, she thought, as the bed dipped just slightly. Jamie laid against the pillow, while Aila sat upright, her legs crossed and her hands in her lap.

“You’re kind of intimidating,” Theo said after some moments. She turned her head and saw an amused grin on his beautiful lips.

“Is that so?”

Theo nodded. She scooted closer to him, finding it easier to relax. She shimmied onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Jamie turned his head to look at her. “Yeah. Maybe it’s your eyes. They’re pretty but intense. Or the scowl you always wear. You’re gonna mess around and lock your features into place.”

A hearty laugh fell from his lips which pulled a giggle from hers. “You truly believe me that?” Theo nodded . “Indeed, I do.”

“I thought about ye all the time,” Jamie said after some time. The portraits on the wall seemed to be less important as her attention was pulled from them. She met his eyes, “what?”

“I’m convinced,” he started. “that if I hadn’t thought of ye the way I did, I wouldn’t have survived. Ye were the one thing I held onto, Theo. I ken I had to come back to ye.”

“You’re just saying that,” she blew off bashfully. She moved to turn her head to face the ceiling but his hand grazing her skin halted the movement.

“No,” he said lowly. “Ye were the only thing I had to hold onto. And...ye mean a lot to me, lass.”

Theo found herself smiling. It was awkward and her lips quivered as they curled upwards, but nevertheless, she smiled a smile he found beautiful.

Jamie’s eyes fell from his eyes to her lips, tempting to pull her head close to his face and just taste them. He wondered if she tasted like the tea she drank twice a day—once in the morning and once a night.

“Can I...”

“...please,” she breathed.

He wasted no time in bringing his mouth to hers. She released a mewl of satisfaction. Her hands found his hair, and she gripped his frizzed curls tightly. He groaned softly into her mouth and she swallowed his sounds like a delicious meal.

His hands shook as they took place on her thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh and she whimpered softly. Theo’s fingers raked through his hair and massaged his scalp. Achaius felt his insides twist like a freshly wrung towel.

He'd never thought the day would come where he'd confess his feelings for her, let alone have her rocking on his lap like a ship on water and assaulting his neck. He enjoyed it more than words could explain.

"Jamie," she whimpered when it became too heated. She wanted him, but she couldn't put herself in such a position at the given moment. If they continued on, she was convinced things would've escalated in a manner she was unaware if she was ready for. “Can we just—“

Jamie sensed her growing anxiousness and tore his lips off of hers, and placed his hands on her middle back. His ocean eyes bore into hers and she was convinced if she stared long enough, they’d turn into a whirlpool and suck her in. Jamie brought her hand to kiss lips and kissed it gently. “Rest. And when you wake up, I’ll still be here. I promise.”

Theo nodded and rolled over to her side. She didn’t make it too far, as Jamie’s arm bracketed her to his side. She giggled softly, but accepted his closeness nonetheless.

“Good night, Theo.”

“Good night, Jamie.”

#saturnville #original writing #original content #original characters #original story #black!reader #jamie fraser x reader #jamie fraser fluff #jamie fraser x black reader #jamie fraser x female reader #jamie fraser x black!reader #the soldier’s lady pt 2 #old fic turned new #historical drama #inspired by outlander #outlander #outlander x female reader #outlander x reader

[wardenparker]

Sassenach and the Spaniard

Delirious with sickness and near to death, Pero Tovar finds himself on the doorstep of a village outsider who nurses him back to health just before the winter snows descend. With a black cat for company, a mask on her face, and a biting wit that intrigues him, Pero comes to find out that his new companion is more than what she seems. 

With just a touch of the time traveling magic used in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series, this story is not a crossover (since it takes place in an entirely different time and place) but inspired by the books and tv show. If you have never read or seen it, don’t worry!

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An Excerpt from chapter 1:

"Your horse," you ask after the pause, as Binx settles comfortably in your lap. "Does he have a name?"

Pero looks up from the bowl, frowning slightly. “Horse.” He tells you, wondering why the hell he would name his horse.

“Right. Of course.” It nearly makes you laugh, the way he looks completely confused by the question, and you scratch your cat’s little head affectionately.

“This is Binx. She will come when she is called. And fetches well. And also hunt is small game occasionally.” The clever feline has graduated from chipmunks and field mice to squirrels and rabbits, and while the notion of skinning and dressing your own animals made you a little sick at first after a lifetime of supermarkets, you have had to adjust. Meat is expensive here, unless you procure it yourself, and you’re not exactly going around with a shotgun looking for big game.

He sends you another confused look and glances at the cat. “Gato.” He mutters to himself, never really paying much attention to the creatures. Why would he ever call one? Calling his horse, yes.  But calling a cat?

“No.” Thank fuck you’re wearing a mask, it muffles the sound of your amused snort perfectly. He seems mildly offended that you would impose a name on the sweet, fluffy girl and it’s the first good laugh you’ve had in ages. “Binx.”

“Gato.” He mutters again, pointing at the feline. “Cat.” He explains, remembering that you don’t speak his tongue.

“You are Pero. I am Sassenach. She is Binx.” It’s probably much funnier to you than it should be, but she’s sitting so proudly and purring so happily in your lap that it just makes you that much more amused.

He’s never heard of a name like that before. He’s heard a lot of names, but it’s making him search for meaning. Instead of asking, he just grunts and shakes his head. A second later, curiosity gets the best of him. “Sassenach?” 

“It means ‘outlander’.” You explain, feeling an odd kind of nostalgia pang for the old way of explaining the word. ”It’s from that new show Outlander!” You used to exclaim to anyone fool hearty enough to ask about the thing that would make you light up from the inside out....“When I arrived in this part of the world, it was the way the villagers referred to me.” The highlanders had been kind in many ways and not at all in others, but when you left them you had taken the name with you as a shield against the unknown. Of course you did not know the customs or the language. You were just a Sassenach. An outsider. No matter where you went.

He mulls that over in his mind and looks around the cottage again with a more critical eye. "Bruja." He decides, figuring that you spooked the religious and simple people in this village. He had learned from his travels that people feared what they did not understand and they did not understand the things they feared. Thank god for the mask hiding your face from his discerning eyes. You know that word as a practicing Wiccan woman...and even though your neighbors never say it with the same kind of derision he just did, it’s very obvious that he now understands exactly what the people in this time think of you.

You don't answer him and again he is reminded that you don't speak his tongue like William did. "They think you are a witch."

#Sassenach and the Spaniard #Soulmate Sunday #Pero Tovar #Pero Tovar x female reader #Pero Tovar x you #Pero Tovar x reader #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal fanfic #The Great Wall #soulmate au #outlander inspired

[freddieslater]

ahh yess

could you please write something where claire finds the reader in an alley in wilmington? the reader is hurt and claire wants to bring her back to the ridge for treatment. maybe during recovery reader confesses they have no family/home.

i love a bit of angst

So this was VERY delayed, and I do apologize for that! But I hope that it's okay, it's my first time writing any kind of "reader" fic as I said before, so this is more practice than anything haha

TW: Assault/Referenced Assault (? If there are any other triggers you think need to be added, just let me know!)

Your side was aching with every shallow breath you tried to take, and damn if you tried a deeper one; it felt as though your skin was being torn apart and burned. You didn't dare to look down. There was something wet and sticky and cold where your fingers pressed against the torn fabric of your dress, and you knew what that meant without needing to see the vibrant colour for yourself. 

'It's okay,' you whispered, nodding shakily. 'It's okay. You're okay. It doesn't hurt that much really. Just don't think about the pain and it'll go away. It's all in your head.'

The desire to close your eyes for just a moment was so tempting, and you could already feel your body sagging with the relief of giving in. Maybe a quick rest would help. Perhaps you just needed to take a moment, let your mind settle and your body recover from the... 

Yes. That makes sense. And then, when you felt better, you could use the wall to push yourself up and see if you could get out of the alley. There were buildings close enough. Perhaps somewhere with a nice, comfortable bed. Silk sheets. So soft under your hot, sweaty skin. Pillows so plump that your head would just sink into them like a cloud.

There, you thought sleepily as the brick wall faded into a nice black sky of twinkling stars, the pain is already leaving. A few moments to get your strength back was all you needed. 

Your heart stuttered you awake again what felt like an hour later to a chilling cold pressing down on your skin. For the briefest fevered moment, you swore you were afloat in the river. It was the only explanation for how bone-chilling cold, and numb and wet you felt. 

'--hear me?' a voice asked suddenly, startling you into a panic. 

Your eyes shot open and you tried to get up right away. Only, you found you barely had the strength to twitch a finger, and a strong hand held fast to your shoulder, keeping you pinned in place. Connected to it was a middle-aged woman, dark hair swept back behind her shoulders, and worry lines creasing her forehead.

'No, don't move,' she commanded.

She needn't have bothered issuing such a warning, though. Your entire body was vibrating. Rattling with such force that you felt as though your ribs were knocking together and cracking inside of you. Beneath them, your heart was being shaken around.

'Can you hear me?' the woman repeated the question she had been trying to ask you before, and you managed to nod this time but not much else. She nodded back, satisfied. 'Good. You're conscious. That means you're not dead.'

Was she sure? You definitely didn't feel alive. In fact, you didn't feel much at all. Were you floating? Had you left your body but were still aware of everything happening back on the ground as you travelled up to the gates in the sky?

The woman had clearly said something else that you didn't catch as she gave you a hard shake and grabbed your chin with one hand, roughly forcing you back down into your body. 

'Hey, stay focused on me,' she demanded. 'Got it? Keep listening to me. Now, I need you to tell me what you were attacked with. Because I am seeing a lot of blood, but I'm not sure where it's coming from without removing your dress.'

Blood. Your mind flashed through the att... A face came before your eyes, teeth bared. Your stomach recoiled fiercely and you were winded all over again, struck by an invisible blow.

You tried to answer her, but between the lack of air and your tongue being ten sizes too big to fit in your mouth, you couldn't get anything out. 

'Alright, no, that's okay,' she said, with a suddenly much softer voice. You faintly registered fingers stroking some hair from your cheek (thank the lord, it was so sticky with sweat and the feel of wet hair on your skin made you want to crawl out of your body entirely) as she soothed your whimpers. 'You don't need to answer. Okay, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to help you stand, okay?'

There was no time to think about if you even could stand or not. She was already positioning you, shifting your weakened body as carefully as she could. Every little movement still felt like a thousand knives to your gut and spine and head. 

Sweat was pouring heavier from you by the time it took for her to get you wobbling onto your feet, even with her taking most of your weight. It didn't feel worth it. The ground was much more comfortable than this, even if it was rough and hard. At least you weren't at risk of falling flat on your face.

The effort of trying to remain upright was too much. Stars began popping up in front of your eyes, and suddenly the weight had lifted from your body entirely. You were floating. Made of cotton and cloud, your sense filled with a gush of soothing air that went straight to your head, and let you fall comfortably into slumber. 

***

The first thing to catch your attention was the voices. They were too close, but still too quiet. Whispering back and forth like you weren't even there. It would take much more effort than you could muster to hear what they were actually talking about, but you picked up on the worried tone of the room well enough. 

All you wanted was to go back to sleep. It was peaceful there. Here, a dull ache was settling into your stomach, and growing the more you thought about it which you couldn't now stop. You squeezed your eyes tighter together in the hopes that it would help. 

It was no use. You were only getting steadily more uncomfortable as the seconds passed by, and the voices were starting to become clearer. Neither of them was entirely familiar. A surge of panic shot through you.

Should you move? Would you even be able to? Something in the back of your mind was screaming that you wouldn't. But then what were your options? It didn't feel like there were many at all with how twisted around and wrong your insides felt, not to mention the searching headache that was collecting behind your eyes.

Maybe you should start there, you thought with a bit more confidence. At least if you could get a glimpse of where you were or these people, you may have a better idea of how to get away. Assuming these people were holding you were against your will, of course. The last thing you could remember was the attack. 

Oh, Lord. Your heart sped into a flurry of panic as you began automatically mentally reciting prayers. Just as you had done when you realized what was about to happen when you heard the noise behind you in the alley. Your eyes were filling rapidly at the realization that if it was indeed your previous attacker in the room right now, you had even less chance of escaping this time around. After all, you had been fully conscious and able-bodied then and still couldn't get away. What were you supposed to do in whatever state you were currently in? 

You begged yourself not to cry or make a noise, fearing it would alert the people in the room. Fingers curling tightly into the nearest thing -- something soft and quilt-like -- it was already too late as a heaving sob tore at your throat and escaped from your mouth. You quickly opened your eyes and turned your head as the voices abruptly stopped. 

Your memories were foggy so it was hard to recall details about your attacker. But as your eyes focused on the woman who rushed to your bedside the moment you made a noise, there was a pull of familiarity at the back of your mind. Something about her. You had seen her before. 

That only made you cry harder, more certain now than before that you were doomed. You had to get away. You had to try.

Movement equalled pain. Searing pain that ripped through your stomach and lungs and made it hard to breathe. Somehow you ended up on the floor, trying to push yourself to your hands and knees only to collapse against the hard floor when your abdomen clenched excruciatingly. 

"Jamie, help me get her back onto the bed," you heard someone (you presumed the woman from the firm but feminine nature of the voice) say, and then felt hands grasp your arms. You tried to resist and the woman snapped, "Stop, you're going hurt yourself!" 

"Please!" you begged, finding your throat raw and painful, causing your voice to crack when you tried to speak. "Just let me go!"

You writhed and squirmed harder as the hands pulled you to your feet with considerable ease, and you tried to lodge your elbow back as hard as you could into what you hoped would be some soft flesh. There was a grunt of acknowledgement but it only resulted in a thick, muscled arm wrapping firmer around your body to keep you contained. 

"Jamie, don't hurt her," the woman commanded. 

"Tryin' ma best, Sassenach," a rougher, far deeper voice grunted in your ear. Then to you, he said, "We're tryin' tae help ya, lass. If I let you go, yer no gonna last two seconds oan yer feet. Just get on the bed, and a give ye ma word I'll let ye loose. Agreed?" 

You weren't sure you could believe him. Your eyes met the woman in front of you. She gave you a gentle smile and nodded assuringly that it was the truth. You were beginning to remember her. The alley. She found you. 

Out of exhaustion more than obedience, you stopped fighting. With some help from the two of them, you were able to get back onto the bed, and true to his word, the man quickly retracted his hands and took a few steps back to give you some distance. Finally, you were able to get a look at him. 

While you couldn't rule out that the two of them might be working with your attacker, you were certain that neither of them had an actual hand in it in the alley. It was definitely a man, but you would have remembered the shock of red hair had it been the one in front of you right now. 

"Right." The woman came up to your side and looked down at you with a serious expression. "You can understand everything I'm saying, correct?" You nodded and she seemed pleased with the answer. "You're not delirious then. Good. And how is your memory? You know your own name, I assume?" 

You nodded again, a little more confident this time. You only seemed to be confirming what she already knew. 

"And..." she hesitated now, eyes flicking down to where you suddenly remembered you had been bleeding out from quite recently. Her voice softened in a way that surprised you.  "Can you recall anything? From the attack?" 

Attack. Attacked. That's what you were. It was all real, not just some horrifically vivid nightmare. Turning the corner as the footsteps matched your own, speeding up with the quickly dwindling hope that you might be able to reach the other end and make a run for it. You had opened your mouth in preparation, ready to scream at the top of your lungs and pray that someone might take pity and intervene rather than turn a blind eye. 

Cold, rough hands. The dull blade. Searing pain. 

You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head, pushing the heels of your hands deep into your sockets to block out the assaulting images. The woman was speaking again in that soft voice. Soothing words of safety, assurances that you didn't have to say anything, an offer to simply rest until you felt better. 

When you wouldn't stop crying and were bordering on hysterical, screaming until your throat felt as torn as your stomach, the woman carefully take your wrists in either hand and pulled your hands from your face. Your eyes opened in a panic and you stared up at her in fear.

"You are safe," the woman told you, looking directly into your eyes and speaking slow. "Do you understand? My name is Claire Fraser, and that man is my husband, Jamie Fraser. I am a doctor. I found you in the alley in Wilmington, you were bleeding out, but I got my husband to help me bring you back with us to our home so that I could heal you properly. You are in no danger."

You took a few staggering breaths. Claire nodded slowly as she saw you begin to calm down, no matter how slowly. Her already loose grip on your wrists loosened further, and you now felt the small circular motion of her thumbs against your bones. 

"You don't..." You swallowed hard, fearful that your question would lead to an answer you didn't want to hear. "You just found me? You don't know the man who...?"

The words felt like broken glass in your mouth. And you'd experienced that before. It was no more pleasant metaphorically. 

Claire shook her head with a mournful expression, and she slowly lowered herself to perch on the edge of the bed. "No. I have no idea who did this to you. My husband and I were walking past the alley when I thought I saw something move. I went to check. Which is where I found you, in need of medical assistance." 

"Am I going to die?" you whispered shakily, tears already brimming in your eyes again. 

To your relief, she smiled. "No. You're not going to die."

Maybe it was stupid of you to take a stranger at their word without further question, but you were too exhausted to stir up doubt and suspicion. For once, you simply wanted to give in to the feeling of safety. Perhaps it would be short-lived, but that wasn't your problem right now. 

The man, Jamie, said something too fast and low for you to understand, but Claire nodded and waved him off. He left the room with a last glance at you. It felt strangely warm and comforting. There was something about the way he looked at you that felt like understanding. A kind of sympathy that could only come from a place of experience. 

"Right," Claire said, the soft tone of her voice turning a tad more formal. "I need to have a look at your stomach, to see how the wound's healing. And your dressings will need to be changed soon, as well as further cleaning to prevent any chance of infection."

You were beginning to panic again. You simply nodded a go-ahead for her to inspect the wound. 

While she was gently peeling away the dressing from your tender skin, you watched her work and tried not to think about what would happen if she said you were fine to leave. Where were you supposed to go? You were barely surviving as it was, and going back out onto the streets of Wilmington left you with a heavy sense of dread inside of you.

It could happen again. And you may not have anyone to find you this time. 

"Where are we?" you asked, blanking on whether or not she had already told you. 

"My home," Claire simply responded, then thankfully lifted her eyes to meet yours with another slight smile and elaborated, "Fraser's Ridge. We're still in North Carolina, don't worry."

"Fraser's Ridge," you repeated. You thought you might have heard of the place before. You winced as Claire prodded your stomach, then muttered something that sounded like a different language entirely. Is it just you and your husband who live here?" 

"And our kids." Claire returned to your side after briefly getting up to collect something from a drawer. It looked like more white fabric. "And their kids, and many other people. We built this ridge as a place for people to be able to come if they have nowhere else to go." Her gaze felt like a warm blanket. "Anyone is welcome." 

Anyone. You were anyone, you supposed. You bit your tongue and kept quiet as she went back to attending to your stomach. 

Some time passed in silence. When you winced again as a dull throbbing pulsed through your abdomen briefly, Claire apologised and hurried her work while simultaneously steadying herself so as not to hurt you further. She was kind from what you could tell, even if a bit intimidating. 

"This is going to hurt," she warned regretfully as she pulled out some more white fabric and poured a generous amount of some liquid onto it. Seeing you eye it warily, she explained, "It's to keep the wound clean."

It stung the moment it touched you. You couldn't bite your tongue. You cursed and then immediately flushed with embarrassment at losing your manners. To your surprise, Claire laughed. Loud and unladylike, for sure. 

"Good sentiments," she joked, and continue to talk to you as she cleaned you up. "So, where are you from? Are you only visiting North Carolina or do you live here?" 

You shook your head. "I only got here a few days ago. I'm not really from anywhere." You bit the inside of your cheek hard until the sharp sting passed, then gently released it and ignored the metallic tang on your tongue. "After my mother and my older sister died, I didn't have anywhere to go. So," you shrugged one shoulder, "I've just been trying to find somewhere. It's hard, though. There aren't many places willing to take me in. Well. Not without... it benefiting them." 

You didn't have to elaborate. Claire understood. You averted her eyes from her pained gaze, picking at a bit of lint on the bedsheet beneath you. You felt her finish cleaning your wound, and you ignored the dull throbbing pulse.

"If you wanted to," Claire started after a moment or so of quiet, pulling the gown you were clothed in back down over your stomach and covering you back up with a sheet, "you could stay here."

Instantly, your mind was flooded with the idea. Not having to worry about where you would sleep that night, or the next. Having a kind face everywhere you went. You even knew some things about tending to food and plants, so you could work in exchange for them allowing you to stay if needed. 

It was such a fantastical dream that you had to quickly ground yourself back in reality.

"Really?" you asked timidly, hoping you didn't sound too hopeful in case she was about to take the offer back. "I have no money. And I'm not exactly pure, so I can't really--" 

"That doesn't matter," Claire swiftly interjected, shutting down your protests. She gently took your hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze, then shook her head meaningfully. "You don't have to give us anything."

#oh look a wild anonymoose #ask away earthlings! #outlander #reader insert #female reader #claire fraser #jamie fraser #not really x reader? #but you know shdfjdh #as you can tell I'm better at descriptions than I am at dialogue lmao

[lyaswriting]

A Second Chance

Childe x Female!God!reader Reincarnation AU

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, no beta we die like Rex Lapis

„I will return to you. Pinky promise.“

The whispered promise still lingered in her mind, where it had been for centuries, as Y/N walked through the park outside of a changed Mondstadt, quickly looking before crossing the street so she wouldn‘t be hit by a car, while taking a sip from her coffee. So she entered the park, that looked like it was a bit of a window into a past she sometimes barely remembered for how long it had been. Yet here she could still sometimes sit down and remember, occasionally still having to defend from a few slimes or other elemental beings, but to Y/N it was worth it, if only for the memories. Y/N had watched, as the times had changed after the fall of Celestia, after visions were no longer necessary to control elemental powers and after humanity decided to take matters into their own hands. She had watched as civilizations had risen and fallen, as people had embarked on journeys greater than they could imagine, as lovers had found their way back to each other, proving themselves that true love does exist.

And yet, Y/N thought, mine is the exception. As her lover had never returned, even though he promised. But he had tried, oh how he had fought to come back to her, but in the end it hadn‘t been enough.

And so, to make peace with the past or to not forget it, she didn‘t really know, she began writing down the stories, and adventures she had seen and lived. And she had written many about her once friends, as she felt each of their stories deserved to be told. And yet, as if to mock her once more, none sold better than the Story about the True Love between the Harbinger and the Goddess of Dreams. Although people often complained about the story having such a grim ending. But that was the harsh truth, that some stories did not have a happy ending.

If she listened into herself she could still remember their first meeting as if it had been merely days ago. She had just awoken from a slumber the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles had put her under, so she had decided to join Aether, the brave outlander, in his cause and traveled the world. That was when she had met the ginger haired Harbinger in Liyue, before the Rite of Descension.

In the Guili Plains she had fought some vishaps that had attacked her, she remembered, and was close to winning the fight, growing confident in her powers, as someone jumped into the middle of the fight, flashing two identical hydro blades, and before she knew it, the vishaps lay dead before them.

„Excuse me, but I had that under control!“, Y/N told the young man a bit rudely, who in return only put away the blades, and turned around slowly, grinning.

„Is that so?“, he said, looking her over before looking at her mildly enraged face.

„Yes. I was testing my fighting abilities, not to mention cutting in, jumping in without asking if I need help is rude.“

„I‘m sorry then. I can see now that you are perfectly capable of handling yourself. Maybe I can take you out to dinner, as an apology?“, he offered, while trying to look guilty, and failing.

„Do you always ask out women this way? Try to charm them after saving their lives?“

„So you do admit I saved your life?“, and he‘d smirked, oh that smirk.

„I did not mean it that way.“

„Of course you didn‘t“

„You didn‘t even tell me your name yet“, she bit back then, which he countered„And you didn‘t give me an answer“

„Fine, if you insist.“

„Perfect, I‘m Ajax by the way.“, he said, a dashing smile on his face, and equally smiling she answered,„Y/N“.

A little smile snuck onto her face, before it faded and she remembered how the whole story had ended. It had been centuries, and yet her heart had not healed. Some people you love so much that they leave a mark behind when they go, Zhongli had once said after the Battle against Celestia, familiar of the pain Y/N felt. And sometimes, he had said, they refuse to leave either, returning one way or another. But that was only wishful thinking, she knew, as she looked down at her hands, still almost seeing the blood that had stained them so long ago.

She‘d found the Harbinger after the battle, but instead of being fine like he promised, there was a gaping wound in his stomach, leaking blood just like the dozens of cuts on his body. His eyes had lighted up at seeing her, even if his smile was more melancholic as she kneeled next to him.

„Hey girlie.“

„What… you‘ll be fine. We‘ll get you to Barbara or Baizhu. You‘ll be fine.“

At that, he raised a hand to cup her cheek, making her look at him.

„Girlie, it‘s too late. Even if you…“, he coughed at this moment, she remembered, and he‘d coughed up blood, „even if they come… I used Foul Legacy for too long… my life is spent.“

„No, no, no… This cannot be. There has to be a way, I‘m a goddess, that has to count for something… I can figure something out, I just need time…“, Tears streamed down her face at this point violently shaking her, as she felt his breathing slow down, his voice raspy, „I wish we‘d have that time. But you, Y/N, were the best thing I could have hoped for. You were my dream.“

„Please don‘t leave me, I can‘t… I can‘t…“

„I will return to you. Pinky promise.“

Those had been the last words the Harbinger had ever said. And since then, every year she had returned to the park, to the same tree he had leaned against in his final moments, as if it could somehow make her feel closer to him.

That was when she heard it in the distance by the lake, fighting noices near the lake.

„If it is those damn hydro slimes again, I swear…“, she muttered under her breath, as she ran to the lake, already summoning her powers in her hand, throwing it at the slimes as soon as she saw them, apparently much to the dismay of their opponent.

„And here I thought I‘d get a little practice, but I guess not…“, the guy muttered.

That voice, that voice she had heard in her own dreams for a few hundred years now. It couldn‘t be, could it?

Y/N turned around, her heart beating so fast she would be scared if she weren‘t a goddess. And there he stood, as if he had never been gone, ginger hair tousled from the fight, hydro blades still in his hands.

„Anything particular you are staring at? Wanna spar perhaps after you destroyed my guinea pigs?“

He still had a playful tone, she noticed, but one look told her, that he didn‘t know who she was. Her heart sank a bit, before she caught herself, nearly laughing at the irony of their meeting.

„I… I‘m sorry, that was rude. I just thought someone might need help again and then I jumped in, completely disregarding your apparent dislike for help… I‘m sorry.“

„Apology accepted.“

„Even though, with those blades you wouldn‘t have gotten far against them, you know that right? Hydro vs Hydro and all.“

„Opinion noted.“

She laughed at that, an idea forming in her head.

„Opinion? You‘re welcome. But if you insist, may I take you out on dinner, to make it up?“

He studied her then, something seemingly pulling him in.

„I‘m sorry, I didn‘t get your name, did I? I‘m Ajax.“, and with that he stretched out his hand to her, which she shook, and smiled.

„I‘m Y/N“.

Ajax paused for a second, a feeling gnawing at him, as if he should remember something he doesn‘t, it was easy to read for Y/N, after all she had known him once before.

„Have we met once before?“, he asked, staring at her curiously.

„We kind of did. But I think you wouldn‘t believe me if I told you, it‘s apparently kind of a neverending story…“, she answered truthfully, looking into his blue eyes, full of life this time, and more mesmerizing than ever.

„Try me“, he said then, „maybe at that dinner you offered?“

And he smirked, oh that smirk.

And Y/N smiled too.

Maybe Zhongli had been right, that some people are bound to each other, and maybe Ajax had kept his promise too, he had found a way to return to Y/N.

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[hiswhiteknight]

Unbelievably Outlandish - Part 12

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: It has been a super long time since I've posted, like a year or more. I'm going to try to post weekly, but it depends on my schedule. As for a tag list, I'll be starting a new one – please send me a message to be added to the tag list. I don't always get to look through comments, so please message me.

Note Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 2700 (SO LONG)

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start

It turned out, in Angus's mind, the dog turned out to be a good distraction for you. It kept you from running around because you found yourself always training the dog. She was an angelic thing, who always got into some kind of trouble along the way. Your whole life you've been much of a rule follower, but as of recently you were finding you had a lot in common with the dog.

With this being said, you have yet to find a name you'd like for her. Often you found yourself filling the boredom by naming old fictional characters you loved when you remember the character Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. Outside from being incredibly charming, he was intelligent, kind, and had patience and devotion for the ones he loved. You imagined you had a lot in common with Anne Shirley or you hope you did. And with that thought, you named the dog Blythe.

Jamie enjoyed watching you work with the mischievous creature. He could tell this was the first time you were filled with joy since you arrived in Scotland, "Why don't you go over and talk to the girl," Murtagh said from next to him.

He shook out of his daze, acting like he wasn't doing anything weird, "I like my bullocks, thank you."

Murtagh shook his head, "She wouldn't have that mutt if it wasn't for you, you know."

The men continue to work around and pack things away, "You and I both know she is a stubborn woman, if she wanted that dog enough she would have got it without myself or Ned mentioning a word."

"Coward," Murtagh whispered to Jamie.

"Damn right," he chuckled back.

You were working on the pups reactivity and word commands. While growing up you didn't get to have a pet, but your mother told you about when she raised dogs as a child. Your family moved around a lot, so having a pet wasn't in the cards. "Don't get too comfortable girl, we're going to be off soon," Angus barked at you from afar.

You turned around losing the smile on your face. With the time being away from the castle, you still hadn't earned much trust and you most definitely didn't give the men much energy. Outside of the pup, you were like a empty soul and it was coming to be more evident with every passing day. The dog plopped herself next to you watching Angus with her tongue out. Even Blythe was better respected and well liked by the men, even Angus though he'd deny it if anyone commented. Their acceptance of the dog made you more tolerant to their attitude and patriarchal manner. "Yes master," you bow.

"It's nice you are starting to learn your manners," he smirked back while making gestures towards the men.

With a deep inhale and low tolerance of attitude today you started to trudge towards your horse, "It was sarcasm, idiot," you grumbled.

He appeared to have the same tolerance of my attitude, "Watch your tongue girl or you'll get it cut off," Angus advanced forward while gripping his dagger.

Jamie and Murtagh were about to make a move when another man's voice appeared, "Everything alright miss," a British voice caught your attention.

Angus directed an aggressive response to the man. You turned to look at the man and in your daze started to register things about this man. He had a proper accent, boots, and his hair read a gentleman. He was clearly a British soldier and he could mean serious trouble. You turned to look at Jamie for a split second before charming a smile, "Excuse me sir," you asked, ignoring the comments from the other man to rile this man. This was not the time and place.

You could tell the tension with Dougal increased. He didn't trust what you would say, "I was asking if you were alright," he stepped forward again, ignoring the men behind you.

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to hear all that, sir. You shouldn't have had to hear a lady speak out of tune like that. It was very unbecoming of me," you looked embarrassed. Let's hope your acting skills are up to par. You ignored Murtagh mutter unbecoming to make fun of you, "It's just Angus here is a very, very, very," you paused to look at him, "Very distant cousin." You turn back to smile at the officer, "I sometimes gets so overwhelmed by his voice and tone I just lash out. I apologize," you put you hand on your heart. The dog looked up at you oddly, not recognizing your behaviors.

He smiled at you, not acknowledging the grumbling Scots behind you, "Not necessary, my lady I understand quite well actually." He bent down to scratch the puppy sitting in front of you, "I'm sorry your accent."

You scratch the back of you neck, "Right, I must sound so improper. I'm Y/N O'Mulligian. I came to visit some family here from the colonies at my brother's request. He said I could use some real life hard work. He likes to call me a debutante," you sent him a teasing smile.

Responding well to your story, he rises and smiles at you. A relief was lifted off your shoulders, you were almost past this moment when Dougal interrupted, "Enough," he shouted, "She is the guest of the clan MacKenzie and her business is none of yours." You clearly spoke too soon because the officers defenses shot back up.

"So off you go," Angus finished.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, "Are you sure you are alright, miss," he looked unshaking at you. He clearly felt so much privilege he did not care remotely about the strapping Scottish men standing around him. You wanted to smack yourself in the forehead how stupid these men had to be to not recognize the importance of this one man.

Dougal looked as if he was going to fight the man. You put your arm on his bicep to stop him, "Of course, good sir," you smile, "It's nice to know chivalry is not dead. I have more hard work to learn as you can see, it was very nice meeting you."

"Pleasure is all mine," he smiled back before frowning around the man watching this moment. He backed away into the blacksmith area to continue his work.

A minute passed by and you felt a firm grip on your arm drag you towards your horse, "It's best you didn't speak," Dougal scolded in your ear.

Anger surged through your body and it took every fiber of your being to say nothing. But as you were shoved onto your horse, you looked in the direction of the soldier and back at Jamie. You knew if you yelled it'd bring attention to Jamie, a fugitive to the English Army.

You continue to seethe on the ride. Blythe sat up, doing her best to see over the horses head to look ahead. "What's the dog's name," Jamie trotted next to you.

"Blythe," you muttered directly.

"What a cute English name," he emphasized on one word of his sentence.

You pulled back on your horse and halted, "Excuse me?"

He chose to stop with you, trying to not say directly what he'd like to say. It's been odd between you and Jamie. You weren't sure if you were pushing him away out of anger or fear, but none the less at this moment it appeared to be anger, "Nothing, it's a cute name."

A sarcastic laugh left your mouth, "No, no, you had a tone," the man halt to watch another scene unfold, "You clearly have something you want to add, some hidden message you feel you want to hide. Say it."

"Nothing, you seem to just like the English a bit more than an Irish Woman from the colonies I thought would," he said like his words meant nothing. It didn't matter the fact that maybe he felt jealous or he had a right to comment on any intention or likes you have. That comment engulfed your whole body into volcano, hell fire fiery.

Heat was written all over your face and Murtagh didn't have enough time cool down your fire with rationality, "The boy is just saying, you were awfully chummy with the Brit," Angus chimed in, "like a girl in heat."

And there goes Mt. St. Helen, "Un-Fucking believable, do you know how fucking dumb you are, like every single on of you are just egg head fucking dumb," you scream enough to make the echo quake the woods around you.

"Lass," Ned sent a warning your way.

Tears started to brim your eyes and Jamie knew he'd set you up to fail again. You point to Ned, clearly a man of reason, "That man back there," you continued to yell, "Was an English Officer out patrolling." You looked to Jamie and everything deflated in you. Everything from the past and the reality of your new world just collapsed in your soul, "I was trying to save you."

A sigh leaves your lips and you talk lightly while using your hands to emphasize your point, "Men are idiots and will always fall for charm, so I used mine to protect you all," you continued to go on, "Call me a hussy, I don't care. And that plan to charm the officer actually worked until you opened your trap, my lord," you bowed your head at Dougal. Something than broke in you, in that moment, you were exhausted at being angry. You had no more fight in you. You gave Jamie another look, "I was scared. I was trying to save you," you whisper.

Taking a deep breath, you dismounted from you horse, "Now where are you going," Angus shouted at you.

The anger stirred up again, spinning around to look at him, "To relieve myself, thank you," you speak loudly while stomping into the woods.

You knew what Dougal did to Jamie in the pubs and you weren't sure why. It wasn't much of your business, but you could see it chipping into Jamie. You were stuck again in your thoughts, give into this new world and let these people in or continue to bury who you knew you were inside a dark cave and never leave.

The ride to the next village was quiet, especially after finding Scottish men hung out on display. You wanted to vomit at the lack of humanity in the cruel act. If this was the normal the British did to Scots, I'm not all shocked of their lack of kindness and trust towards me. I'm sure I wasn't helping the matter either.

When you got to the pub, you chose to join in with the drinking. The owner made a bee line as Blythe trotted behind you and laid at your feet, "Lass, we do not let do-," he stopped mid sentence from the look you were giving him. You were sitting up straight, dead face.

"You were saying, sir," you answered curtly.

"What can I get for you miss," he finished instead.

"A pint of whatever, I am not picky," you said, resting your feet on the chair in front of you.

The men went a distance away from you, you imagine to process the thing they just witnessed. A man approached you with a smile on your face and you shake your head putting your other foot on a chair and shoving it away from your table. He quickly turn around, "You'd make more friends if you weren't so prickly."

Murtagh patted at the dog, "My expression and acts are nothing but kind, sir." He shook his head, "Plus, I don't need any more friends when I only need you."

He chuckles, looking at Jamie, "It was a kind thing you did with the soldier. I'll be the only one to admit, that was a good eye you have."

"Don't think much of it, it was also self preservation because I'm not a exactly the kind British soldiers have a keen sense to protect," the man brought you your pint and you started to drink while you viewed in your surroundings.

He pointed at you, "You like everyone to think you're this cold hearted she witch."

"Maybe I am those things," you said like it didn't bother me to have that reputation.

Murtagh shook his head, "You are quite the opposite lass and the only person you are hurting are you." You roll your eyes sighing as he looks at your with a smirk, "And maybe a red headed boy who I suspect would do anything to see you smile once again." You sit up straighter as Murtagh stands while looking at you, while gesturing to Jamie. He lifts his eyebrows speaking you the truth, "Don't think I only talk to you because your good company. I get sick of seeing the boy mope around with his worry for you. A single smile from you can set his day."

You glare at him as your cheeks warm red, "Mind your business."

When he walks away, you sit and continue to process your reality and options. Every now and again you catch a glance at Jamie. You could see his expression and the change in him over the last few weeks. You stand walking your glass over to the bar with Blythe walking behind you. You could tell Dougal was about to start his speech. He wouldn't need Jamie today if you guessed right. Those hanging men were part of this community they didn't need to see Jamie's scars. You leaned against a pillar near Jamie, "You alright," you asked him catching eyes with Murtagh.

You shake off his knowing look. Jamie stood up straight looking at you bewildered from the sudden change in your demeanor, "Are you talking to me?"

"Don't make it a thing, just answer the question," you whisper.

"Aye, I'm fine," he whispers back, glancing at you for a second too long into silence. He clears his thoughts, "If you don't mind me asking, what changed your mind with speaking to me?"

You smirk, "Murtagh paid me."

He shook his head, "Sure," he was trying to hold back a smile. Something appeared to pop up in his head, "Look Deoiridh, I'm sorry about."

"No," you stopped him, "Jamie, I'm stubborn and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not from a place like this, so."

You noticed a change in his eyes when you said his name instead of Mr. MacTavish. This is where he stopped you, "I only want to help."

"Does that mean you agree I'm stubborn because Murtagh implied I was prickly earlier and that's why I don't make friends," you say while trying to hold back a grin.

He shook his head making his red hair shake with it, “You see comments like that are a trap and I will not be stepping on that one.”

“Smart man,” you say to him.

“And now a compliment, I might think you are wanting to be my friend again,” he whispered back with a smirk.

You see Dougal getting ready to do your speech, “I should be getting out of here and up to my room. I shouldn’t be down here when,” you stopped to look at Dougal, “Well good night.”

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered back.

“And Jamie, just for transparency sake, the jury is still out if we are friends,” he paused appearing to hold his breath. You offer a small smile, “I need you to walk over to Murtagh and tell him I was nice then I'll consider being your friend. You know for the sake of proving Murtagh wrong. It's the price you have to pay for my friendship.” And before he can respond, you and Blythe make your way upstairs.

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[katzenmas]

Outlander

──�� ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── This idea came to me in a vision while i was rewatching the show. This first chapter is more of an introduction because the reader (SPOILER AHEAD) hasn't travelled back in time yet. I wanted to get this chapter out of the way as soon as possible so i can start writing the more interesting ones hehe. This fic will be a Johnny Soap MacTavish X Reader, but you are technically married to Graves in this chapter. He won't really show up after this unless you're talking about him.

Warnings : Some suggestive dialogue, implied sex. No use of Y/N, Female Reader ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

PART 1 Inverness, 2018 People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars. Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. The little inn did not look like a place people would disappear in. Mrs. Baird’s looked like any other run down Highland bed and breakfast. With peeling paint and near dead flowers, the smell of cigarette smoke stuck to the walls in the rooms. Mrs. Baird herself almost looked like her inn. In her late sixties, always bustling and talking, still she made no objections when Phillip turned the room she rented us into a second office. His laptop and papers strewn around the desk, walls now had something akin to maps tacked onto them. It was your husband’s great idea to take a second honeymoon trip. Inverness was a strange choice, the setting so different from the one you were used to in Texas. But when Phillip came to you with two plane tickets and news that a one month break was needed, you wouldn’t even dare to turn him down. Walking down the rickety stairs of the inn, you found your husband sitting in an armchair near a fireplace, a book about the Jacobite rebellion in his hands. He looked so peaceful sitting in the maroon chair, the flames from the fire basking him in a soft glow. “How long are you going to stand there and stare at me Mrs. Graves?” your lips quirked up in a smile as you walked over to your husband. He set his book down on a coffee table and beckoned you to sit across his lap. Your hands found their home looped around his neck and he smoked into your collarbone. “I don’t know Mr. Graves, you make a fine subject for staring, maybe I’ll never stop” you giggled and ran your hands through his hair. The sudden quietness behind you two told you that Mrs. Baird has put down her broom and was covertly watching you. While golf and fishing are Scotland’s most popular outdoor sports, gossip is the most popular indoor sport. And when it rains as much as it does in Scotland, people spend a lot of time indoors. “She’s staring again” You mumbled and Phillip donned a devilish grin. Suddenly he hoisted you up and ran the length of the stairs to your room. The sudden change made giggles erupt from your mouth as you clutched tighter to him. ‘“What in god’s name are you doing!” You yelled at him through fits of your giggles and your husband threw you down on the bed, before getting on it himself. He was halfway sitting up, with his knees digging into the mattress and he smiled at you. “I’d hate for the dear old thing to be disappointed in us,” he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and down, creating a piercing rhythmic squeak. The footsteps in the hall stopped abruptly. After a minute or two of bouncing, Phillip gave a loud, theatrical groan and collapsed backward with a twang of protesting springs. You giggled helplessly into a pillow, so as not to disturb the breathless silence outside. Phillip waggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle,” he admonished in a whisper. “She’ll think I’m not a good lover.” “You’ll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans,” You answered. “Two minutes doesn’t deserve any more than a giggle.” “Inconsiderate little wench. I came here for a rest, remember?”

“Lazybones. You’ll never manage the next branch on your family tree unless you show a bit more industry than that.” Both of you chuckled as Phillip moved to lay next to you, bringing his hand around your middle and squishing you closer to his chest. That’s how sleep found you, being held close by your husband’s strong arms as his rhythmic heartbeat slowly lulled you into sweet sleep. The rustling sounds of your husband getting dressed stirred you from your dreams. You slowly sat up in the bed and stretched, the downpour outside has finally stopped which meant you two would be walking around town tonight. “ Let’s stop at that pub from yesterday. That might’ve been the best salmon I’ve ever eaten” Phillip noticed that you woke up and started making plans about today’s escapades. First you were going to meet some tour guide that would drive you two to some historical sites and then back to Inverness. “I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs.”

“Well, why not?” said Phillip. “It only means ‘Englishman,’ after all, or at worst, ‘outlander,’ and we’re all of that.”

“I know what it means. It was the tone I objected to.” Phillip searched through the bureau drawer for a belt. “He was just annoyed because I told him the ale was weak. I told him the true Highland brew requires an old boot to be added to the vat, and the final product to be strained through a well-worn undergarment.”

“Ah, that accounts for the amount of the bill.”

“Well, I phrased it a little more tactfully than that, but only because the Gaelic language hasn’t got a specific word for drawers.”

You reached for a pair of your own underwear, intrigued. “Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments?”

Phillip leered. “You’ve never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts?”

“ No and I’d rather not hear about it now. Off to the bath you go, the stench of the fire still clings to your hair” You playfully messed with it and your husband smiles, cupping your face in his hand and kissing your brow.

“Only if you join me”

The walk to the town square was a bit hard, dull ache between your thighs after Phillip decided to fuck you senseless in the shower, was making itself known. Taking small steps you idly window-shopped. Your husband was on the phone, talking to the tour guide when your eyes caught sight of a vase. It looked tacky, the colors were bright and the shape was a bit lopsided but the drawing depicted on the vase itself was beautiful. A myriad of large stones in a valley, the sunset drawn behind it was basking the stone in a soft glow.

Soon you found yourself meeting Phillip at the crossing of the High Street and the Gereside Road and you turned up the road together. He raised his eyebrows at your purchases.

“Vases?” He smiled. “Wonderful. Perhaps now you’ll stop putting flowers in my books.”

“They aren’t flowers, they’re specimens. And it was you who suggested I take up botany. To occupy my mind, now that I’ve not got nursing to do,” You reminded him.

“True.” He nodded good-humoredly. “But I didn’t realize I’d have bits of greenery dropping out into my lap every time I opened a reference. What was that horrible crumbly brown stuff you put in Tuscum and Banks?”

“Groutweed. Good for hemorrhoids.”

“Preparing for my imminent old age, are you? Well, how very thoughtful of you.” You two laughed as suddenly a small green car stopped in front of you. The man in the driver’s side seat looked no more than fifty. Big rimmed glasses sat atop his small nose, wild curly hair had bits of gray in it and you noticed one golden tooth as he sent a smile your way.

“ Mr. and Mrs. Graves! Pleasure to meet ya, I’m Colm I’ll be takin’ ye to Craigh Na Dun”

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[aphroditelovesu]

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What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

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[michelleleewise]

Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x female asgardian reader

Warnings: betrayal, escapes, political drama, secret agendas, crying, angst, Alrik being the best, ostara- she's a whole warning in herself lol, magic spells

Summary: Alrik enacts his plan as truth comes to light.....

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout. A very special thank you to @mochie85 and @vbecker10 for helping me with ideas and letting me brainstorm with you!!! Your amazing and I love you!!! 💚💚

Part Seven--Part Eight-

Alrik stood frozen, staring at the entrance debating if he should run. "Alrik, come." He heard. Closing his eyes he slowly turned seeing Loki standing in the middle of the hall, he had changed from his royal garments to his deep green robe, his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed "where are you going?" Loki asked stepping forward, making Alrik furrow his eyebrows in return "to my new post my king." He said watching the confusion spread across Loki's face "what new post...what..." loki trailed off looking down "you had me reassigned my king, to the outlands...do you not remember?" Alrik asked slowly walking towards him. "I..." loki said, closing his eyes he shook his head "right...yes of course." Loki said looking back up, his eyes meeting Alrik's his expressing vacant. "Are you feeling well my king? I could take you to the healer." Alrik offered when Loki stepped back "no, I am fine." He snapped making Alrik step back as well.

"I just...my mind has been cloudy as of late...that is all." Loki said rubbing his temples as Alrik nodded. "Well, I best be going. And congratulations on your betrothal my king." Alrik said bowing "m...my...oh yes...thank you Alrik." Loki said running a hand through his hair "have a nice evening my king." Alrik said quickly turning around gripping the strap across his chest tightly "Alrik..." loki called out making him turn back "yes my king?" Alrik asked, his heart racing "i...nevermind...that will be all." Loki said quickly turning making his way back down the hall towards his chambers. Alrik watched until Loki was out of site when he felt you bump his back "do not worry, all is well y/n." He whispered turning back to the entrance he took a deep breath and and walked out into the night.

Alrik knew where he needed to go, he had to get you off this realm and fast, it was a two day walk to get there, but first he had to make sure you were ok. He walked a bit further until he reached the entrance to a cave, he peeked inside making sure no animals had taken up refuge before he walked in genlty setting the bag down. "We will stop here for awhile." He said, untying the bag he pulled it open seeing you were shivering but not as bad "w..where are we?" You asked looking around "an abandoned cave, where we are going will take some time to get to and you need warmth." He said grabbing the flints he stood up "stay here, I will return shortly." He said walking to the opening "wait...your not..." you started, pulling the furs from you "I am going to search for kindling, stay under the furs." He said looking back at you "I promise I will return." He said with a smile. You nodded, sinking back down into the pile as he walked out leaving you alone.

You weren't sure how Iong he was gone, trying to think of everything but the situation you now found yourself in when you heard rustling by the mouth of the cave. You tried to make yourself as small as possible, shrinking down into the bag when you saw Alrik walk in, his arms full of what looked like dead tree branches. "I will need to cover the entrance so no one see the light." He said looking over to you "but let me start the fire first so you don't freeze." He said setting the bundle against the wall he took a few large pieces setting them down in front of you he hit the flints together, sparks landing on the branches igniting them. A sigh past your lips feeling the heat of the fire against your frozen skin "move closer, and I will put these at the entrance." He said picking up the furs. You nodded, holding your arms out you scooted as close as you could get without burning yourself as you watched him meticulously hang the furs around the opening, securing them into the small cracks in the rock.

"That will also keep the heat in, but..." he trailed off picking up a small fur wrapping it around your shoulders. "W...won't you get too h...hot?" You asked seeing him smile "I can step outside if I need to." He smiled leaning back against the wall. "Where are we going?" You asked looking back at him "there is a place, Two days time from here." He said leaning forward "a portal if you will, a realm between the realms, loki showed it to me many years ago...that is where we are going." Alrik said looking to the entrance. "I need to get you off this realm, and I cannot send you back to Asgard so we are sending you to Alfheim." He said looking back at you. "But, what about you?" You asked shifting around. "You'll be accused of treason...executed." you said watching him. "It is what I believe is right." He said sternly as he leaned forward "and what better thing to die for then what we believe in." He said winking.

"B...but Alrik..." you started when he held his hand up "you need to eat...there is a stream near by I saw on the way here. I am going to see if any fish are in it, you stay here." He said standing up "I will return as soon as I can." He said walking to the entrance "add wood to the fire if you need to, and if you hear anything other then me climb into the bag and stay quiet." He said making you nod. He lifted the furs enough to get through before they settled back into place. You sighed staring into the fire maybe I can convince him to come with me you thought holding your hands over the fire. You felt tears well in your eyes, the events of the last few days finally settling over you as you closed your eyes. Fear, anxiety, loss, rage....everything swirled around inside you as you opened your eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek.

You had lost your home, your friends...you would never see the realm eternal again....be able to spar with Thor....you would have to start anew in a realm you had never even been to. And Loki...as much as you hated to admit it had grown on you. And when he kissed you...held you...you thought he felt the same. "Why was I so stupid..." you said gripping the fur around your tighter. "he just wanted information...even without the spell he would have discarded you anyway." You said to yourself as you laid down on your side, keeping your eyes on the fire you pulled your knees up to your chest letting your new reality sink in...you were alone...

Two days later- Back in Utgard-

Loki slowly opened his eyes, a throbbing pain behind them making him wince when he felt an arm around his middle. "What the..." he trailed off, turning his head to see the princess pressed to his back, a smile spread across her face as she slept. He was about to wake her when a knock sounded at the door. "My king, we have a situation." He heard through wood making him furrow his eyebrows. He pulled the thick fur back, realizing he was naked "did i..." He said, looking back to her seeing her lack of clothing "no..." he whispered, standing up he grabbed his robe striding into his sitting room seeing you were gone "what is happening?" He asked aloud as another knock sounded at the door "what is it?" He asked sternly throwing the door open. "My king, the prisoner has escaped." The guard said as Loki stared at him "what prisoner? We have no..." he trialed off trying to remember anything about a prisoner.

"The asgardian my king, she is gone." The guard said as Loki's eyes shot to his "what do you mean she is gone!?" Loki yelled stepping towards him "a...after the feast she was taken back to her cell, we went in to retrieve her this morning for the execution and found a pillow in her place." The guard rushed out stepping back. "Execution! What are you talking about? Why would I have her..." he stopped, looking back to his bed chambers as realization hit him "bring the head guard to me at once!" Loki said slamming the door closed as he went back into his his room, seeing the princess still sound asleep on his bed, the green sheets wrapped around her body as she smiled. He snapped his fingers, a green light washed over him as his robe melted away, replaced by a dark green tunic and leather pants he sat in the large chair in the corner of the room...waiting.

Loki sat watching her, trying to remember the events of the last few days but nothing came to him until a memory made its way to the forefront...the kiss with you flooded his mind. The way your soft lips felt against his...the way your body molded to him as he held you against him when another memory flashed in his mind...you on the floor, the princess standing over you as she kicked you...a kiss and then... A few moments past when he heard a knock at his door bringing him back to the present "enter!" He yelled, startling the princess "loki...what..." She trailed off sitting up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself as the guard stepped in "my king, you summoned me?" He asked bowing "yes, I need you to take this...harlot to the dungeons." Loki said crossing his arms. "My king, you would imprison your fiancé?" The guard questioned as Ostara's eyes shot to his "what is the meaning of this!" She yelled standing up "you are under arrest for treason....princess." loki sneered as the guard looked between them "and she is not my fiancé, she is a spoiled, gold digging trollop who cast a spell on me to further her plans to steal the throne!" Loki yelled standing up.

They both watched her as she began to laugh "you know, your smarter then I thought." She laughed grabbing her dress she slid it over her head "I beg your pardon?" He asked stepping forward "well, you are a bunch of animals...I didn't think you had it in you to figure it out." She snarked lacing up her dress "guard, take her away...and just in case..." Loki sneered holding his hand out a green light shined, leaving behind a pair of metal cuffs "w...what are those?" She asked stepping back making Loki smile "oh...you don't know?" He asked smiling "these will neutralize your powers...witch." he sneered, lunging forward he latched them around her wrists.

looking down he saw the large emerald on her finger "oh, you won't be needing this anymore." He said pulling it hard off of her finger "l...loki please! I love you! I only wanted..." She stopped as Loki held his hand up "one more word and I'll have your tongue cut out" He growled stepping closer, pushing her against the wall "you will regret crossing me." He gritted, clenching his jaw seeing her eyes widen "get her out of my site." Loki said taking a step back as the guard grabbed her arm pulling her across the room "I need to speak with Alrik at once." Loki said following them into the sitting room "my king, you had him assigned to the outlands, he is not here." The guard said as Loki rubbed his temples "who was assigned to guard the asgardian then?" He asked looking up "Leinriek my king." The guard said. "Very well, send him at once." Loki said sitting down at his desk "yes my king." The guard said bowing as he dragged the princess out of the room kicking and screaming closing the door behind him.

Loki closed his eyes, fragments of memories swirled behind his eyelids when he saw Alrik, standing in front of the entrance, a large bag strapped to his back when Loki's eyes shot open "y/n..." he whispered, realizing you were out in the wilderness of Jotunhiem, but he took some solice in knowing you weren't alone "thank you Akrik." He said closing his eyes when another knock sounded at the door "enter." He said, turning to see Leinriek walk in "my king, you sent for me?" He asked bowing "yes, have a seat, we have much to discuss." Loki said crossing one leg over the other as Leinriek sat on the chaise across from him, the one you so recently made your own "tell me...when did Alrik take y/n?" He asked seeing Leinriek stiffen "you will not be punished, I only need to know the head start they have." Loki said linking his fingers together "i intend to retrieve them....to bring them home."

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[randxmthxughts]

Neteyam x Ta'unui ! Female! Y/N (water clan that was attacked by Quaritch) fic bits

upd: full fic is posted

I am currently writing a long ass fic but because I'm impatient, I want to share a few spicy bits with you. I will be posting the full fic in the upcoming few days, so lmk if you want to be added to the taglist.

For the context, the reader is the younger sister of Tsahik at the Ta'unui clan. It's the clan that the Quaritch attacks looking for Jake. In the movies, thanks to Spider, they avoid casualties, but in this fic, everything happens way more brutally: many Na'vi get killed, and basically the whole village burns down. Y/N escapes before she gets killed, and seeks refuge at the Awa’atlu village, where the Sully's happened to be.

Knowing that the only reason sky demons attacked her village was Jake Sully, Y/N develops hatred towards him. She thinks he's a coward for hiding and causing so much damage to the innocent clans.

Now, at Awa’atlu, she starts to develop relationships with the Sully kids before she finds out that their father is the Jake Sully. Things get complicated, because her and Neteyam truly start seeing each other as enemies. Of course, there's lots of drama bc he protects his father, blah blah, you get it. But hatred is a form of love, and well, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so

Tropes: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

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“What do you want?” you ask, squinting to make out his features. His eyes and freckles glow in the dark and you notice the slightest flatter of his ears. Like he’s excited.

“It’s Neteyam,” he gestures. 

“I know,” you’re annoyed. You know who he is, does he think you can’t see him?

“Oh,” it surprises him? “Right, I just didn’t want to scare you, so I…”

“Shouldn’t you be checking on your brother anyway?”

“Technically, I can’t do anything except wait. When it gets suspiciously long, then I follow him,” he smirks like it’s the funniest thing.

___

“Sorry if we woke you up,” he scratches his head, “I was going to check on you anyway, just not at this hour.”

“Why would you check on me?” you frown.

“I thought you might like someone to talk to you, about moving and stuff.”

“I talk to Tsireya, I’m fine.”

“I know, she’s nice,” Neteyam crouches down, to bring himself on your eye level. He sighs, slightly embarrassed, “But she thought it would be a good idea for me to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I get what you’re going through.”

This frustrates you. You and he had nothing in common. You were forced out of your home; you had given up everything without a choice. How can he relate to you? He has his family. You have no one.

“Just because we’re both outlanders doesn’t mean that you have to pretend to be like me, Neteyam. We’re not the same,” it comes out more aggressive than you intended. You notice his ears lower, along with his gaze, “I don’t need a forest boy teaching me the way of water. You’re not my savior.”

Neteyam’s face gets quickly covered with guilt. It’s like you hit a cord with your last words. He didn’t mean to offend you.

“Not trying to be a savior, just a friend,” he mumbles, standing up.

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“What do they want? The islands?” Ao'nung asks.

“They’re looking for him, they think that he’s hiding in another clan,” you answer, noticing how everyone’s ears perk up.

“Who are you talking about? Who’s he?” Lo’ak suddenly gets suspicious.

“Jake Sully,” you reply, “I’m not sure what he did to them, but they were set on killing him. And killing anyone who’s protecting him,” you add with anger in your voice.

You’re met with a dead silence, like they know something they’re not telling you. The foresters hang their heads, and you notice as Tsireya touches Lo’ak's hand. 

“Wait, so they’re looking for your dad?” Roxto turns to Kiri, “They’re looking for you.”

“Your dad?” you turn to Kiri, “Is he your dad?”

Kiri nods, almost ashamed. You feel your throat hurting, as realization washes over you.

“It’s your dad!” you feel anger building up. You stand up, “They set my village on fire because of him! They thought we were hiding him but he was here all this time!”

“Y/N, it’s not anyone’s fault but the demons’,” Tsireya stands up too, trying to calm you down, “He wanted to keep his family safe, he doesn’t want war.”

“My father has done nothing wrong,” Neteyam stands up as well, his tone now serious.

“He should be facing them by himself, not putting other clans at risk!” you throw your hands in the air in frustration.

___

“That’s unfair, I’m not losing my dad,” he growls.

“I lost my home!”

The two of you hiss at each other, and as you struggle to free your arms, he flips you over. Your back hits the sand with a painful ache but it gives you enough room to kick him with your leg. Right in the stomach. Neteyam winces in pain, but pins you down, this time paying special attention to have your knees locked together.

“Skxawng,” you growl. 

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“Why aren’t you angry at me?” you turn to Lo'ak.

“Why aren’t you?” he asks in return, “You’re angry at Neteyam but not at me.”

You pause. You’re not really sure why Lo’ak joining you didn’t affect you, as much as Neteyam’s presence did. Maybe it’s because Lo’ak seemed guilty earlier. He didn’t stand up for his dad, so there must be something both of you can agree on.

“I don’t like when people pretend to care. Because once something threatens their peace, they really show how they don’t give a shit about you.”

“Neteyam doesn’t pretend about caring,” Lo’ak disagrees, “Sure, he pretends all the time but not when it comes to caring. He cares.”

“Not about me anyway,” you scoff. 

Lo’ak falls silent. You got him there.

___

Distracted, you fall a little behind the group, and find yourself next to Neteyam. He was not a bad swimmer, but he was definitely slow compared to you. 

You watch him. It’s almost entertaining how greedily he admires the surroundings, oblivious to your presence. His yellow eyes seem almost golden in this light, and you can’t help but smile.

When his eyes meet yours, you feel tightness in your throat, and your smile falls. Why is he staring? What is he thinking? 

___

“Dad?” Neteyam’s voice grabs both of your attention. He leans against the entrance of the marui, looking between the two of you.

“I’ll be right there,” Jake says, standing up, “Do you want to join, Y/N?”

You nod in appreciation and follow him into the room. You exchange another look with Neteyam but this time he looks troubled. Like he’s trying to figure out what the hell you and his father were talking about.

___

Bang. All of a sudden someone throws you off your feet, your back hitting the ground, and you see a familiar face hang above you. So close, you can feel his braids touching your skin. Neteyam. You growl.

“What the hell?” you slap his chest angrily, but he won’t budge. His arms are by your both sides, knee rests between your thighs, restricting your movement.

“This is a familiar pose,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes at him, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I was trying to clear my head. Why aren’t you?”

“I’m guarding,” he smiles.

“You’re a guardian?” you snort.

Neteyam shakes his head amused, swaying his braids over your skin.

___

His fingers start tickling your stomach and your neck. You squirm underneath him, trying to get away.

“Neteyam, stop!” you squeak through your giggling.

“Then say you’re sorry!” he pauses for a second, to give you a chance to save yourself.

“Why would I lie?” your voice catches in your throat, as he continues tickling you, “I’m sorry! I give up!”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for not telling you sooner!”

“And who am I?”

You feel out of breath, smiling like a fool. You know exactly what he wants to hear.

“The mighty warrior,” you let out with a giggle. His face immediately lightens up.

“Smart girl,” he lowers his face towards you, nuzzling your forehead. 

“You called me stupid two seconds ago,” you try to protest but he shuts you up with a gentle kiss.

In this moment, when his lips touch yours, and his hand cups your cheek, as you play with his braids, it’s impossible to remember why you hated him so much. Your grandmother used to say that hate is a form of love. 

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Okaaay, I hope I did not just spoiled the whole fic with these bits lol, and I hope that you'd be interested in reading the whole thing, once I post it.

I'm finally writing the fluffy scenes, and I'm swaying my feet and giggling and shi, at how cute it's going to be. What you think about these bits? Do they make sense to you pulled out of context?

Again, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. I will be posting the whole fic in a few days, and it's going to be extra long, extra angsty and fluffy

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[claireelizabeth85]

Come Home to Me - Chapter 3

John Egan x OC Female!Reader

Summary: We learn a bit more about what is going on with Lizzy. For those not entirely sure where this is going - think Evie from The Mummy 2 and Claire from Outlander.

Warnings: Implications of death, heartbreak, sorrow.

AN: Many thanks to those of you who have read Chapters 1 and 2. If you have questions or want to share your thoughts/ideas of where this could be going, shoot me a message - I would love to hear your thoughts.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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The atmosphere inside the White Stag was warm and cosy, a stark contrast to the chill of the evening outside. Lizzy and Sarah found themselves surrounded by a few elderly locals, including James Thatcher, who had revealed his connection to Lizzy. They exchanged pleasantries as James introduced the other patrons as some of the children Lizzy remembered from her time in the village. Each conversation she had seemed to deepen the mystery of her past, as more people claimed to have known her "back then." Despite Sarah's scepticism, Lizzy couldn't ignore the feeling of familiarity and belonging she felt among these strangers.

Suddenly, James leaned in and whispered something to his grandson, who hurried off to retrieve something from the back of the pub. Lizzy's heart raced with anticipation as she watched the young man return with a dusty trunk, its wooden exterior weathered with age.

"This," James said solemnly, "is yours."

Lizzy's hands trembled as they ghosted over the lid, her rank and name etched into the surface were now dull with age. As she reached out to touch the trunk, her mind was racing with questions and emotions. With a deep breath, she slowly lifted the lid revealing a treasure trove of memories carefully preserved within.  Her civilian clothes, dress uniform and a spare flight suit were all neatly folded and smelling faintly of lavender. Photographs of familiar faces smiled up at her, frozen in time. Books she hadn't seen in years nestled among the keepsakes. 

But it was the sight of a red checked blanket that brought tears to Lizzy's eyes. She smiled at memories of lazy afternoons spent with John and she felt her cheeks flush with emotion. Something she had never expected to see lay tucked safely beneath the blanket. A letter, yellowed with age but bearing John's unmistakable handwriting waited for her. 

Excusing herself, she took her drink and the letter outside. As she delicately unfolded it with shaking hands, every word seemed to carve deeper into her already wounded heart.  John's opening words, "My darling Lizzy," echoed with a tenderness that both soothed and exacerbated her pain. Tears blurred the lines of his familiar handwriting as if mimicking the haze that clouded her mind.

The absence of any prior communication gnawed at her, emphasising the significance of this final missive. It was as if fate had handed her the last fragment of their connection, a cruel reminder of what once was and could never be again.  John's words painted a picture of longing and despair, his agony palpable with each sentence. “The very thought of you waiting for me kept me going in that hell - but I knew the moment that I saw Buck, the look on his face told me you were gone”. The weight of his absence bore down on her, a burden too heavy for her fragile heart to bear alone.

In his lament, he bared the depths of his sorrow, mourning the life they should have shared. Their unspoken vows, the promise they had whispered in the secrecy of tangled bed sheets under a burning London night sky now lay shattered amidst the ruins of their dreams.

With each passing sentence, the weight of John's absence grew heavier and heavier.  Each one a jagged shard piercing her already wounded soul, the pain that poured from the paper, the magnitude of his love for her was too overwhelming to comprehend. She remembered this feeling, of having her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. But this time, there were no screams of grief that burned her lungs, no physical pain to match the agony of the hollow emptiness that she felt within, made ever more real by solitary, battered fortress that sat on the airfield reminding her that it had not brought him home.

As she finished reading, Lizzy held the letter close, the weight of her grief enveloping her.  Surrounded by the lingering shadows of her past, the pain of her loss surged within her, too potent to suppress. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked, a torrent of emotion unleashed by the overwhelming sorrow that consumed her.

She longed for them all: John, Gale, Crosby, Biddick, Pappy, Benny, Crank—their camaraderie, their laughter, their unwavering support. Memories flooded her mind, scenes of shared moments and inside jokes, each one a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost.

She missed the way they would tease the new recruits, the protective arm John would wrap around her, the astonished whispers as she took her place in the cockpit and the forever furrowed brow of Chick Harding, sceptical of her relentless quest for missions.

Amid her grief, Lizzy found solace in John's words, a testament to a love that endured. Though separated by time and tragedy, she would love him as deeply now as she did then. 

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[mondaymelon]

a day with the archons. pt 2 (honkai impact x genshin impact)

warnings/notes! part 1 can be found here! reader wakes up as elysia from honkai and is in teyvat, somehow - female reader, mentions of alcohol, written headcanon style, NAHIDAS PART IS SO WHOLESOME CRYING RN

(a/n) requested by 🪷 anon! my brain juice needs some refilling hjskskskskskskks - also u have ur own tag now hehe ill tag everything with you included with #🪷 anon so you can read them easier ^^

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raiden

She insisted on having tea with you, quite interested with the fact that you were an outlander not of this world or even of this universe.

You were only able to meet Ei, as the Shogun was out issuing a few decrees and speeches when you had arrived - mainly the ones to abolish the Sakoku Decree that remained since the Traveler had arrived.

You had brought some gifts, as you felt it was polite, and had heard word that Ei liked sweets. She especially enjoyed the dango that you had brought, and you silently promised to yourself to bring more if you ever had a chance.

Ei was incredibly polite and soft-spoken, at least when being compared the Shogun. You remembered the Inazuman questline, and it made you shudder to think actually having to live through that.

"Elysia... or... Elie. Can I call you that?"

Of course you agree, since how could you refuse her?

"It's strange. You're a being like the Traveler, yet you do not carry the essence of the stars, but the very universe itself. You are quite the interesting thing, and I'd like to get to know you more."

Needless to say, the two of you stayed up far into the night discussing hundreds of various topics. At first, Ei had some shogunate stand on guard at the doors and other entrances, but after a while she let them only guard the outside.

I guess you could say she had grown to trust you.

nahida

She almost acts like a kid around you, and you would've believed the farce if not for the extensive Sumeru storyline.

Nahida seems extra bubbly around you, occasionally holding your hand as she leads you through crowded places, like the Sumeru Marketplace or even at times, the Academia.

Through her, you've come to met quite a few of the key figures in Sumeru. Al Haitham, Tighnari, Cyno, Nilou, Dehya, Candace... even Collei, Dori, Faruzan, and Layla! While you are more acquainted with some more than few, you're glad to at least have been able to leave the impression on them.

The two of you decided to have a picnic after the drama in Sumeru died down a bit more, on the outskirts of Sumeru City. For someone so relatively young compared the the rest of the archons, she knows her fair share of stories, and she'll go on and on excitedly as she recites them to you.

Turns out she's actually a skilled arts and crafts maker! It makes you happy to see that she's embracing more of her... creative self after being stuck in the same place for so long.

Nahida teaches you how to make flower crowns out of various Sumeru specialties, like Sumeru roses or Kalapata lotuses! Her knowledge on Sumeru wildlife is an endless stream, which you figure makes sense, considering she is the archon of Dendro.

''Ellie! I have a gift for you." The small girl giggles, holding something behind her back. "But you have to close your eyes, okay?"

As you do so, you can hear her stand on her tippie-toes to reach and place something on your head.

"You can open your eyes now!" As you do, you spot that Nahida's now donning a crown made of delicately thread kalapata-lotuses, and as you glance up, you see that you're wearing one yourself, one made of Sumeru's violet roses.

"Hehe! Now we're matching!"

venti

The first time you see him, it's at Angel Share. Surprisingly, he's not drinking, at least not yet, but instead playing away at his lyre with an otherworldly melody.

His fingerwork is perfectly precise, and you can't help but be entranced by his preformance.

You order a drink and take a seat at the nearest open table, watching and listening until Venti plays the last note on his lyre, which reverberates about the tavern like a reminiscent memory.

No one else in the bar seems to be sober enough to cheer, and it doesn't seem like the bartender cares, so you go up to him and personally give him a compliment, along with a fine bottle of dandelion wine you had bought just for the occasion.

He doesn't seem to be surprised when you tell him you know who he actually is, just grins and says, "Ehe, was it really that obvious?"

It doesn't take long for him to get absolutely wasted, but not before he's told you great deal about the history of Mondstadt and its people. He goes on and on when he gets to Vanessa, Mondstadt's hero like a proud parent before probably noticing your distant expression and changing the topic.

Turns out Venti knows more than he lets on. After a while into your conversation, his eyes light up as he questions, "You were looking for me, weren't you?"

Under his watchful gaze, you can't lie, nor were you planning to. As you tell him as much of your story in hushed undertones, at least as much as you'd like to share, Venti only nods understandingly and occasionally takes a sip or two of the wine you brought.

"I see... a person not of this..." He gestures a wobbly hand around the room. "Reality." You can tell he's going to black out sooner or later, but you try to keep him awake for as long as possible. Staring down at his flushed face and woozy expression, you have to hold back a good-natured giggle.

"Then let me ask you one question. Do you wish to go back?"

"Never."

"Good." And with that, he's out for the count, snoring on his tavern stool peacefully.

zhongli

Zhongli was a busy man, you had concluded after trying to contact him several various times but only to be met by the a negative response each time.

One from Hu Tao - "Zhongli's currently down at the wharf, talking to some clients."

One from a fisherman on the dock - "That man? He's busy doing business in Northland Bank."

One from the kids on the street - "Mr. Zhongli is helping granny pick flowers!"

So when you finally get the chance to invite the distinguished man to Xinyue Kiosk, you do so with reckless abandon.

And, not surprisingly, he shows up. Zhongli is a man of his word, after all, considering he is, or used to be, the god of contracts.

After talking with him yourself, you could confirm just about every compliment you heard about him. He was level-headed, patient, understanding, and was shockingly wise.

Upon seeing you, he had given you a light bow, out of all things, before taking your hand and helping you to your chair. "Now then, the one from another universe, what do you inquire of me?

It had been a shock to see him treat you politely, considering you should've been the one to cater to him. "How could you tell?"

"It's... something in your eyes. People say eyes are the windows into the soul. Mine are filled with deep ombre colors, medals of my legacy and judgement. Yours..." The man paused, glancing up at you before continuing. "They are filled with a kaleidoscope of colorful hues, shades of sapphire, cerulean, ocean, amethyst, violet, lavender... it doesn't stop there, but I shan't bore you."

"Point being, your soul is untainted and brilliant, not one of this world." He gazed at you and smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Now then, shall I pour you some tea?"

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List of Upcoming Fanfics and Brief Summeries

The Deal / Price x Female Reader / Summery Price made a promise, and he’ll stop at nothing to fulfill it, even if it means falling in love with you. / Notable Tags Arranged Relationship/Marriage, Character Death, Pregnancy

Peppers / Alejandro x Female Reader / Summery Working to cleanse Las Almas of the influence of El Sin Nombre, Alejandro finds himself growing distracted when an old face returns. / Notable Tags Reader is from Las Almas and is Mexican, Second Chances

Heaven / Johnny “Soap” McTavish x Female Reader / Summery When the holiday season arrives, Soap takes you back to the place of his childhood in Scotland. / Notable Tags Can you tell I’ve been watching Outlander, Discussions of Marriage, Painfully Fluffy and Sweet

Together, Inhospitable Part Five / Simon “Ghost” Riley x Christina “Red” Pérez / Summery Beginning their search for Major Gray, a series of events causes Simon to reveal his feeling towards Christina / Notable Tags A Lot of Hurt but a Lot of Comfort

My GPD October Writing Challenge Story

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[wardenparker]

Sassenach and the Spaniard - Epilogue

Pero Tovar x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Delirious with sickness and near to death, Pero Tovar finds himself on the doorstep of a village outsider who nurses him back to health just before the winter snows descend. With a black cat for company, a mask on her face, and a biting wit that intrigues him, Pero comes to find out that his new companion is more than what she seems.  ✨  Inspired and influenced by Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. ✨ Reader is described as disabled and having hair long enough to cover part of her face.  

Rating: Mature, but as always this blog is 18+ Word Count: 7.5k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this fic include cursing, food mentions, references to previous sexual assault (multiple characters).**  Apologies for the possibly dubious Spanish in this chapter, and a little suggestive dialogue up front, but no other warnings. Summary: The first people you and Pero meet in Spain come bearing remarkable and unexpected surprises. Notes: Immense thanks to all of you for following along with this little trip through time. It has been such immense fun to explore in two universes at once, and so gratifying to build a family that very literally stands the test of time. Every time we embark on a new story we take a chance by stepping into the unknown, and every time it’s wonderous to see how lovingly you all respond. 🧡💛✨

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Ch 12 ~ Ch 13 ~ Ch 14

Nine months was honestly less time than you thought it would take to get everything ready to move, especially with Beth and Will’s wedding planning underway. But their wedding was now an entire month ago, and you have unpacked every box in the ‘new’ Tovar farmhouse which is still well over a hundred years old. All of the amenities and utilities are up to date and the contractors had done an amazing job redoing the kitchen prior to your arrival, and Pero’s adventure in building permits and historical society red tape have led to some interesting situations in restoring the thousand-year-old farmhouse that he was born in.

First thing every morning - all four of them that you have been here for - he goes out to the old farmhouse and works from after breakfast until sundown clearing out all the many years’ worth of muck and build up in the place. It had been a barn for centuries, apparently, and then a storage shed, and there are stacks of things inside that require going through before Pero can start in on replacing the roof with an approved, historically-correct thatched one like it had when his parents lived there.

You have been setting up the main house room by room, with the bedroom and the bathrooms coming first, and today you’re tackling the kitchen. The fact that everything is unpacked just means you have towering piles of things on the countertops to find homes for, but you turn on the radio to a local station and get to work. If all goes well, you’ll have things put away and be able to make it into town for groceries to make Pero an actual home cooked dinner for the first time in your new home.

Pero opens the door to the kitchen, sweating and already in search of a drink. Stripping off the thick leather gloves, he walks directly to the refrigerator that he loves and opens the door to grab the carafe of cold water you have taken to keeping in there for him. “It is nearly cleaned out.” He grunts, looking around for a glass. You scolded him when he drank directly from the bottle, so he doesn’t do that anymore.

“Glasses are in the cabinet right next to the fridge,” you tell him, busy on the other side of the kitchen figuring out how to make all of your cookware fit in the open-air shelving. “That was fast, amor. Was it not as bad as we thought?”

“No, it’s bad.” Pero finds a glass and pours it full. Gulping down the liquid in great gulps that seem to echo in the still empty kitchen. “I will have to dig out the flooring— if it’s still there.”

“But the clutter will be out soon, which will be good.” Years of Tetris come in handy when trying to organize cabinets, and you slide the last pot into place before setting your cauldron on the shelf beneath it. The big, cast-iron pot was a gift from Pero and you have every intention of bringing magic back to this home as soon as possible.

“Disgusting.” Pero murmurs, a scowl on his face as he pours a smaller glass. “Using it as a fucking storage building.”

“It will be restored again soon.” You don’t care about sweat or warmth – Valencia’s summers are definitely warm – you wipe your hands and move across the room to hug him. “Your parents would be proud.”

“I hope so.” The area where his mamá had been buried was long since grown over, the plain markers gone. But Pero had cleaned the area up and has plans on marking it with a stone to remember his parents by.

“I’m sure of it.” You would certainly be proud if it was your son returning home after a thousand years to return his homestead to what it once was - you cannot imagine his own mamá is anything less as she looks down on him. “Do you want to walk down to the church later to light a candle for your parents?” According to what you had read, the current stone church in the village was built on the same foundation of the ancient one after it was destroyed sometime in the late Middle Ages, which means it won’t be the same church he was baptized in, but it’s in the same place. “It would be nice to make friends with the priest and see if he will let us look through the old records for your family.”

“Sí.” He knows they have caused a stir, returning and buying the land. But he doesn’t know if any from Arwena and Briac’s brood survived past bearing children or what became of them. It would be good to learn.

“In the meantime…” You give him a concerned look. “Is there anything I can do to help you? I don’t have to do the kitchen today. I can help you in the farmhouse if you want.” Bowie has been at his side all morning, but he isn’t much help with cleaning.

“You do not want to shovel shit and mud out from the house.” Pero shakes his head. “I appreciate it, amor.”

“I would do it if you asked me.” You would do anything he asked you. Even clean through shit and mud. “It’s not like I have a job to go to. I’m at your disposal.” Quitting that god awful office job had been so freeing that you had actually cried. Pure relief at being free to do whatever brought you joy has been a very odd feeling to adjust to.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “You do have a job, amor.” He corrects you. “Tinkering with your herbs and setting up your kitchen. That is your job today. Just like mine is going to be making you cum on that countertop when it is clear.”

“I think being a lady of leisure might suit me.” If a life of tinkering and witchcraft and sex is what it has in store? Yes, please.

Pero smirks, more of a leer as he winks at you. “Happy to provide your deepest wishes, amor.” He promises before he sets the glass in the sink. He still hasn’t gotten the hang of a dishwasher and is scared of breaking the delicate glasses in this time.

“You’ve been doing that since the very beginning, amor.” Leaning across the counter to kiss him again, you huff playfully when the knocker on the front door can be heard loud and clear. “Who could that be?” Whoever they are, they’ll be the first people you’ve met since getting here besides the previous owners of the small farm and your contractor.

“I don’t know.” Pero tenses, his hands automatically reaching for the knife that is always on his body unless he is naked with you. He has relaxed quite a bit since coming to this time, but he’s not sure if he will ever not be on guard when surprised. “Do you wish for me to open the door?”

“I’ll get it. Don’t worry.” Any gossip that’s gotten around will say that the newcomers are from America, so you figure you might as well give the people what they’re so curious about.

Pero moves with you, not trusting anyone who calls unannounced so he will be a hulking shadow behind you. A warning to not try anything with his soulmate.

Neither of you is expecting the heart attack that is waiting for you on your doorstep. At the end of the stone path lined by flowers that leads to your little house, right at your front door when you pull it open, stands a cheerful young couple with a covered platter in their hands and curious smiles on their faces. But more remarkable than anything else is the young woman...who is the spitting image of Arwena Tovar. It's all you can do not to exclaim when you open the door, realizing it isn't actually her only by her height - she is a full six inches taller than Arwena, if your memory of the petite girl serves correctly. "I—um—" Shake it off, you tell yourself, realizing you're staring. "Hola." When you can finally get a single word out, more mercifully following. "Qué tal?" Hi. How are you?

Instantly, Pero knows this woman is related to your family. “Mierda.” He whispers, making the stranger’s eyes flicker to him before she offers a friendly smile.

Alana Tovar nods politely. “Buenos días. Queríamos darle la bienvenida a nuestro humilde barrio.” Good day. We wanted to welcome you to our humble neighborhood. If she is shocked to see an American – she can tell by the accent – she doesn’t show it.

"Gracias, gracias..." You feel like you can barely keep your eyes in your head, but you step back and wave the young couple inside as politely and happily as you can. "Entrasteis, por favor. Vos gustaríais una bebida?" Come inside, please. Would you like a drink?

Alana turns to Jorge and nods when he gives a small nod himself. “Sí.” She murmurs before she offers the platter in her hand to you. “Para usted.” For you.

"We speak English." The gangly young man who steps in after the woman offers you and Pero a lopsided smile. Through his thick accent, he sounds almost like sunshine. Chipper, yes, but also warm.

“Then we will speak English.” Pero murmurs, introducing you first. “My wife, and I am Pero Tovar.” He waves them both towards the chairs you had insisted needed to be in the kitchen and starts clearing off the space in front of them.

“Tovar?” The young woman seems to move as gently as a tree bending in the wind. Clutching the platter still in her hands, she stops halfway to the seat she is being offered and sways on the spot. “I am Alana Tovar.” She introduces herself, obviously surprised by the shared name. “This is my partner, Jorge Reyes. We live just across the street.”

Pero nods, already knowing that she must be related due to her looking so much like her ancestor. “Are you from this area?” He asks, looking over at her curiously. It’s amazing the small differences now that she’s closer, but she could be Arwena’s sister.

“Sí.” Alana nods as Jorge takes the platter from her hands and sets it down on the counter. “My family has always lived here. Please…this is for you. A coca de llanda with orange. It is a family recipe…you would call it a kind of cake, I think?”

Just from the name of the cake, Pero’s eyes light up. “It sounds delicious.” Pero tells her immediately. “We must have some. With our drinks. Tea, or coffee?” Coffee has become a beloved drink for Pero despite your love of tea, so there is always both. “We do have ale, too.”

"It is best with coffee." Jorge chimes in, rubbing Alana's shoulders in an act of both pride and encouragement. The young man eyes your Nespresso machine happily, seeing that it is already set up on the counter while you reach into the cabinet above it to retrieve a few cups and plates. "We are curious," he begins, almost like he's unsure if he should ask. "We heard that the people buying the farm were family. But Alana did not know she had any family in the United States."

"Until recently, I did not know I had any family in Spain," you explain, wondering exactly how to tiptoe around the topic. "Of course, my husband was born here."

Pero is ready for the questions, feeling the eyes shift to him. “My family moved around quite a bit when I was younger.” He tells them as if his parents weren’t buried in this very earth less than three hundred yards away. “I have heard stories of family but never met anyone.”

"You are...both Tovars?" Alana has set about cutting slices of the delicious looking cake after you pulled out a knife and forks to go with the plates, but pauses to look between you and Pero.

"Sort of?" Setting up a little assembly line at the Nespresso machine, you start to make drinks for everyone. "We are both descended from the Tovar clan very distantly. Many generations back, we each branched off from the main family tree. I was not born a Tovar at all."

Pero chuckles, wondering what they would say if they knew he was the patriarch of the family and yet not related by blood at all. You are— but that is a different story. “We did not know of the connection when we met.” He explains. “We were just…almas gemelas.” Soulmates.

“So are we.” Jorge boasts, placing his hands on Alana’s shoulders again and puffing up his chest proudly. “I knew the second I saw her. Like…like a fairy tale, no?”

“It is.” Pero grins at you, well aware that your story could be a movie thing that you love making him watch. “The Sassenach and the Spaniard.” He teases, reaching out and squeezing your hip.

"Sassenach?" Alana asks, recognizing the word from her favourite American television show but not knowing why he has said it.

Pero rolls his eyes over to you, smirking. “It means outsider.” He explains. “She called herself that when we met. After insulting me and sparking my interest with her witch’s tongue.”

"He also calls me bruja," you volunteer, laughing about it slightly as you pass out demi cups of espresso. A part of you is curious about just how many witches are even in your family line, but you pass it off as a joke for now. There's no use in raising alarm bells with your neighbors and far-flung cousin right off the bat.

Alana nods knowingly. “If you are a Tovar, that is a part of your charm.” She chuckles. “We come from a long line of brujas, though most of the knowledge is lost.”

"Are you—?" Not expecting her to be so forthcoming, you must look as shocked as you are excited. "Do you...practice magic?"

Jorge’s smile turns a little defensive, a move Pero recognizes instantly. He is not magical, but he is protective of his soulmate. He understands it, even today there is a stigma.

“I have managed to—”

“Cielo.” Jorge whispers, shaking his head warily. You are strangers after all, even if you are distantly related.

"It's okay." You promise him, realizing that there are plenty of people in the world who would judge Alana for the gift she has inherited. From under your shirt, you pull a necklace that bears a pendant with the symbol of the triple goddess stamped in pewter and show it to the younger couple. "I have practiced for a very long time." That is an odd sort of understatement. "You have nothing to fear from us, I promise."

Alana reaches over and lays her hand on top of Jorge’s. “I have a feeling about them.” She promises her soulmate, giving him a look that said more than what her words could.

“We both practice.” Pero offers, although he does not wear the pendant you do. “What is a soulmate bond if not magic? Anyone who will judge for having more is simply stupid.”

"Actually, I have something you might be interested in." Glancing back at Pero, he gives you a nod before stepping aside, knowing what you intend to show this new girl. She reminds the two of you so much of Arwena that he understands your eagerness to share with her, even if he would probably be more guarded by himself. "Not all of our family's knowledge has been lost. And my Spanish is not good enough to be able to read everything in this book. Pero has read through things with me, but you might, well..." You shrug, producing a large box from the cabinet beneath the open shelves where you had been storing cookware not twenty minutes ago. "This belonged to my grandmother, and she left it to me."

The gasp Alana let’s is overshadowed by the sound of breaking porcelain. “Mierda!” She hisses, jumping up from where she had dropped her coffee cup and shattered it on the ground. “I am so sorry! perdóname!” Forgive me!

"Está bien. Calmate." It's okay. Take it easy. Though you hadn't necessarily expected that big of a reaction, you can absolutely understand it. Pero jumps forward to clean up the broken cup and you put your hand on Alana's arm in reassurance. "I do not believe in coincidences anymore," you tell her and Jorge honestly. "Everything that has happened in my life has happened for a reason. So perhaps one of the reasons I have this is to be able to share it with you."

“I have—that book.” Alana is emotional and nearly tearing up. “I have heard stories about the book my entire life.” She explains. “My mother told me that the book was not shared anymore because one side of the family traveled away. But that it would come home someday.”

"I looked into my ancestry." The grimoire is heavy and delicate, but you lift it from the box and set it on the clear counter with care. "My branch of the family left Spain hundreds of years ago and has traveled extensively. So there is more than just English and Spanish written here, but...it is all our family."

“You did not keep the Tovar name?” She asks, curious as to how your ancestors worked. “On my side, there is a tradition if it was the last daughter, the soulmate would take the name Tovar.” She tilts her head. “Although your family kept the tradition of naming a girl after the original soulmates.” She hums turning Pero. “As did your parents. There is a generation of boys and girls with your names in our family for as long as I can remember. I was upset as a little girl that my sister had your name.” She gives a quiet laugh and shrugs. “But Alana suits me.”

“A—a tradition?” Trying not to seem overly gobsmacked, you can’t help the wonder in your eyes as you reach for Pero’s hand and hold on tight. “I had no idea…” How could you be so entirely clueless as to these traditions and yet be at the very center of them? There are swaths of boys and girls in your family named after you and Pero and yet you had no clue. “My mother kept me entirely separate from our family. She…she believes magic is dangerous. But I think it is a miracle.”

“She must have believed at some point.” Alana’s heart hurts at the idea of being kept separate from her family and she reaches out to clasp your hand over the cover of the grimoire. “Otherwise you would not bear our ancestor’s name. The stories say she was a powerful bruja. Her and her soulmate.” She bites her lip. “I have the history of our family, the ones who stayed in Spain – if you would like to see it.”

“Oh yes.” Nodding immediately, you place your other hand on hers and squeeze gently. Reassuringly. “We would love to see that. A-and…to hear the stories? If you know them?”

Jorge chuckles, making Alana fluster. “My soulmate loves collecting stories about the family.” He promises, reaching over and rubbing her shoulder affectionately. “She will talk about it all day.”

“We would love to hear them,” you promise her, water rising slightly behind your eyes as you look up at Pero. To think that Arwena and Briac founded an entire family line – a proud one that still exists in multiple forms to this day – is both mind boggling and somehow unsurprising. As if their love had reached through time and twined your family together all on its own. “Any time you would like to come over and look through the book and tell stories. Please…we are family.”

“I was curious and happy when I leaned a Tovar had purchased the property.” Alana admits with a smile. “We had wished we had been able to afford it, but this better.”

“We were meant to be brought together; I think.” She truly looks so much like Arwena that you just want to reach out and hug her, but that intimacy must be built first. Something tells you it will not take long, but it is still best to give it time. “I will make another coffee and we can sit together? Share stories? The grimoire has many of them. And perhaps if we sit long enough our cat will come out of hiding to say hello.”

“Cat?” Alana perks up and smiles. “Have you found another one? There are so many running around the properties.”

“We found a few living in the old farmhouse.” It had not thrilled Pero at the time, but a stray black cat is a thing close to your heart so he had just huffed and shooed them out - only to put water and food out for them by your back door later on. “We also brought our cat from the US. Bowie is around here somewhere.” Probably mousing, as he has already discovered plenty of prey to chase. Or else exploring his new home.

“We have always found black cats around the property. My abuela said that the familiar of your namesake became her daughter’s and they are all descendant from her. Binx.” Alana chuckles. “My own cat is named Binx.”

“They’re all from Binx?” The few seconds you take to steady yourself while reaching for a new cup and saucer from the cupboard isn’t nearly enough, but it allows you to share a loaded glance with Pero. “The original soulmates…” you ask when you turn back around. “Do the stories say what powers they had?”

“She had the power of fire, healing.” Alana smiles dreamily. “She saved Pero’s life. He was a warrior and fiercely protective over his bruja when he learned who she was to him.” It’s a story that is often told at family gatherings like weddings, so she is very familiar with her favorite love story. “He was different. He had no magic before her, but he learned. He could move things through the air. And—” She gives a small laugh. “You will say it is crazy, but the legend says they could travel through time.”

“Oh my god…” This time it’s you who drops the dainty cup from your hand, but it clatters onto the counter with no harm done as you reach for Pero beside you.

“Did you— have you heard a version of this?” She asks excitedly, leaning forward with hope shining in her eyes. “Isn’t it romantic? The story my abuela told me was that Pero learned magic so he could follow her. She was sick – unable to be healed and went to a time where she could be saved and he followed when he learned how.” She sighs softly and reaches for Jorge’s hand. “The story is told every time someone gets married in our family.”

“Every time?” You look up at Pero in wonder, wrapping your arms around him before looking back at Alana. “Do the stories say what time she traveled to? By any chance?”

Pero crushes you to him, overwhelmed by the realization that the two of you have been immortalized into this family’s legends. Stories are told to little ones, much like he had been told as a child. His breath catches and he blinks several times, his eyes wet. The two of you may have never had children together, but you are the matriarch of generations.

“That part gets complex.” Alana huffs. “No one can decide. Some say they lived in the 20’s but I believe they must have still be yet to come. How else would she be able to be saved if not for modern or future medicine?”

“I suppose it depends on what she was sick with.” The way you and Pero are holding on to each other is like you’re clinging to a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. “But that is…it’s not so unbelievable, is it? If magic is real, then surely anything is possible?”

Alana contemplates that and nods. “You are right. I wish I could know what it was like, what they were like. It must have been amazing.”

“I think it must have been very scary.” Terrifying, in fact, but you don’t know how these two sweet young people would react to knowing that it’s you they have been hearing about for so long. “Imagine being stuck out of your own time like that.”

“So you think that it is true? That she was a time traveler?” Alana smiles happily, having been met with disbelief if she talked about it with people outside the family. “Then if he followed her, he would be outside of his own time.”

“Yes…he would.” You look up at Pero again and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “And think how happy he would be to come home again.”

It takes her a moment. A long pause as Alana thinks about your words before there is a small, but poignant inhale from the younger woman. Her eyes are bright and shiny, and she nods knowingly. “Yes, I think that it is beautiful.”

“It would be nice if it could happen.” Jorge concedes, shifting in his seat beside his soulmate. He sees the happiness in her eyes but knows how attached to the love story of her ancestors she is. “But I would be overwhelmed, I think, if I were him. A whole modern world? Qué terrible.” How terrible.

“It is not that bad.” Pero huffs under his breath. “This time has indoor plumbing and ice cream.”

It takes a second, but Jorge’s eyes slowly move up to Pero’s in shock. “You mean…?” He croaks, fingers digging into Alana’s shoulders. “Dios mio, it’s true?”

The cat seems to be out of the bag, so Pero sees no harm in admitting it. He turns towards you, his frown would seem harsh if it weren’t for the softness in his eyes. “I would have torn time apart to be with my bruja again.”

“Te amo.” The words are soft in spite of your fierce pride in him, and you angle your chin up to kiss him before turning back to Alana and Jorge. “If you require proof, I understand.” Honestly, it would be insane for them not to. “The box on the end of the counter? That is my handwriting on the outside. Compare it to the first dozen-ish pages of the grimoire.”

“It is—” Alana nearly leaps off her seat at the counter to compare the writing. Not because she doesn’t believe you, but because she wants to.

Jorge is half a breath behind her, dragging over the box bearing your list of items inside written neatly on one of the flaps. It was how you kept organized during packing. “It is identical…”

Pero hums, knowing that they will want to see proof that he is who he says he is, so he turns and walks out of the kitchen, making his way to the safe that contains the clothes that you and he arrived in this time in.

“It’s true that he saved my life.” You tell the younger couple as Pero makes his way to the basement to retrieve his proof. “When I arrived at the hospital in this time, the doctors said another day or two might have been too long.”

“Is it true that he could not come with you? That he had to learn magic to follow you here?” Completely enthralled, Alana has a million questions for you. “I— this is rude, no? Asking you this? You do not have to answer if you wish.”

"It's okay." It's actually a relief, in some odd way. To meet family that you can share this part of your life with. To be connected to Arwena and Briac again, even a thousand years apart. "You can ask. If I'm able to answer, I will." The slices of cake and cups of coffee sitting on the counter have been neglected but you pick up your fork, deciding that food and drink makes everything a little more palatable. Socially, at least. "Yes, it's true that he had to learn magic to follow me. He spent a year learning before he traveled back to the Stones to follow me through history."

“Oh my god, it’s true.” Alana squeals, clearly overjoyed to learn that the stories that she had heard growing up were true. “I— how long has he been here? How long were you there?”

"I was there for eight years." Your first bite of Alana's torta is shatteringly good, and you muffle a groan while you chew. If this is a family recipe, you want to go back to whoever made it first and thank them personally. "He's been here for...almost a year now. Alana, this torta is amazing."

She beams, smiling happily under your praise and picking up the newly made coffee to take the first sip. “I will have to give you the recipe, unless you created it too?”

"No, your baking is far better than mine." Although you will definitely do your best to replicate this one. It's sensational. "Sugar still hadn't come to Europe then. Pero's discovery of sugar and chocolate has been a lot of fun for him."

“It is the best.” He groans as he comes into the kitchen again, the clothes and armor on his body rather than just showing them. “But I am getting fat.” There had been a snugness to his armor that wasn’t there before.

"I have a feeling that fixing up the old farmhouse will be plenty of exercise." Still, you can't help but smile at the sight of him in his armour. The lopsided expression on your face is both fond and soft. "There's my mercenary."

Pero turns towards the couple and sees their eyes widen. “This is what I am used to wearing. Spending my days on a horse and fighting for coins.”

"Increíble..." Jorge stands from his seat, jaw nearly on the ground as he gravitates closer to Pero with an eye toward inspecting his armor. "Like you just stepped out of a movie..."

“Movie. Yes, I know what that is.” Pero nods, nodding towards the man to let him touch the armor. “This is real, that – the strategy is shit in those movies. No one risks their ass like they show in them.”

"That's how he looked when he dropped off his horse onto my doorstep, near dead with tuberculosis." You tell Alana, shaking your head with the kind of fondness that only time and distance can give a memory. "We saved each other. First him, and then me."

“How did he save you?” Jorge questions, looking up from the armor before he rolls his eyes at himself. “Of course. He sent you back. How did he do that without magic? How did you travel through time?” That has been his burning question whenever Alana would talk about it.

"This is going to sound ludicrous." Telling the story from the outside really does feel a bit crazy, but you shrug slightly when Alana and Jorge both look at you expectantly. "But have you ever seen the show Outlander? Or read the books?"

“Don’t—” Alana gasps, covering her mouth and shaking her head in disbelief. “Do not tell me that is real!” She all but squeaks out her comment and Jorge laughs.

“She loves Outlander.” He confides. “Thinks the Jamey guy is…hot.”

"Last October I went to Inverness with my best friend to see the Stones at Craigh na Dun." You can't help but laugh, realizing in retrospect how silly the whole thing sounds. "I was gone for eight years, but to my friend it was only a few minutes."

“A few minutes…” Jorge shakes his head. Alana looks just as dumbfounded. “This is amazing.”

"And I will never regret it, because it led me to Pero." His hand reaches for yours at the same time you put your hand out to him and you link your fingers together tightly. "But I cannot safely say that anyone should ever try to travel through the Stones. You have no idea when you will arrive in time and when you get to wherever it is you are sent, you could be in immediate and very grave danger. It is...more than I bargained for. I'm just lucky that it turned out well for me."

“If it is not too rude…” Alana twists her hands together. “Is that why— your scar. Did you have it before you went back?” She asks, wondering if it’s a sensitive topic for you. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

"I got it while I was there." You nod slightly, fingers tangled in Pero's tightening slightly. "Before I met Pero. There was...a man that thought he could take advantage of me. He was very wrong."

“Bastard.” One thousand years dead and it still would not be enough for Pero. If he could be certain where the man’s grave was, he would piss on it. “My bruja managed to defend herself, and give me a scar that made me even more fearsome on the battlefield.” He sounds proud because he is proud of you.

"An example of why I would never recommend that anyone travel through the Stones." Beyond the scar and the loss of sight aside, the assault that you had endured was reason enough to caution anyone and everyone against putting themselves in that position. "Best to stay safe, well-fed, and cared for on this side of the timeline."

“I am so sorry.” Alana murmurs, looking horrified by the idea that someone would hurt you. “Hopefully he got his just rewards.”

“He got what he deserved.” You nod solemnly, looking back to Pero. “My husband made sure of that.”

There is a moment where Alana and Jorge just stare at Pero, in awe of what he must have done to put the terrifying look of grim satisfaction on his face. Alana ducks her head. “I am sorry for bringing up painful memories. My – curiosidad – it gets the best of me.”

“Things are better now.” You put one hand softly on Alana’s shoulder and offer her a smile. “To be able to return here, and to see what our family has become? That is worth everything.”

Jorge frowns. “Wait…if you were only there for eight years…did you leave your children behind?” He asks, confused about how they can be Tovars and still have created this legacy in such a short time.

“Your ancestors are a young couple named Arwena and Briac.” If Alana knows so much family history, she may already know this, but you tell her anyway. “They were soulmates, and Wena’s father forbade them from being together. But…we helped them. Briac learned to wield a sword and farm the land from Pero, and I taught Wena to read and write and wield magic. They…became our children, without ever any intention of the thing. When the night came that they needed to run away together, we packed up and left the village with them. From then on, we were a family.” Talking about them brings a wave of nostalgia you hadn’t been expecting and you wipe a tear from your eye. “You look exactly like her,” you tell Alana. “I knew you had to be family the second I saw you.”

“I do?” Alana very nearly tears up at the idea and reaches up to touch her own face. “Is that why you looked shocked when you opened the door? I look like the original Arwena Tovar?”

“You’re taller, but that’s the only real difference.” It’s sweet, how dearly Alana seems to take that fact to heart, and you nod. “It’s probably why I felt we could tell you all of this so easily. You just…you look so much like her I couldn’t imagine that that could have happened by accident.”

“I promise this will not be a tale that I spread.” Alana assures you, not wanting you to be wary of her spreading your story and perhaps having people look at you as if you are crazy.

“Thank you.” You didn’t think that she would, but it’s nice to hear the confirmation aloud. “I am, actually, your distant cousin,” you explain. “I’m also descended from Arwena and Briac. Just…a different branch of the family.”

“The side that apparently went to America.” Alana shakes her head, amazed at how the family has branched. “It’s amazing. A paradox. You are the matriarch and yet you are the descendant.”

“I don’t quite understand it myself.” It’s all too grand and smacks of too much consequence, and every time you think about it too much you reach a point where you start to get wrapped up in it like it’s the plot of a fantasy novel instead of your actual life. “But…all of it led me to Pero. And that’s more than I ever could have asked for.”

“I cannot believe that your soulmate is from a different time than you.” Jorge exclaims, unable to deny that is what you are because of the matching scars over your eyes.

“We usually say that we met while I was on that vacation in Scotland.” Pero chuckles into his sip of espresso when you say it and you shrug slightly. “It’s not like we can tell most people what really happened.”

“She tells people I am…” Pero looks to you when he cannot remember the word. “Antisocial.” He huffs, smug that he remembered it.

Alana and Jorge choke on this revelation for a minute before busting out in a fit of smothered laughter that makes even you giggle. “It’s true, amor. You are most of the time. But you love your family.”

“I do not trust anyone but family.” He corrects, frowning at your judgement of his character.

“Social expectations have changed in a thousand years, that’s all.” Alana points out. “And being able to trust your family is not always automatic. We are lucky to be able to trust each other so quickly.”

“I do not understand why.” Pero shakes his head. “Family should be the ones that you trust most. They are…family.”

You know he’s right, in many ways, but explaining to him that your mother would never accept the truth about who he is and when he is from – that she would probably try to have both of you committed if you told her the truth – had been a very long conversation. Of course he trusted you to know best, but he didn’t like the idea that you could not fully trust your parents to support you.

Pero moves over towards you and his hands slip around your waist, his lips kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder softly. “I will change back.”

“Be comfortable, amor.” You nod slightly, knowing he will feel the movement next to his head. “I know that tunic cannot be more comfortable than your t-shirts. My sewing was never that good.”

He chuckles quietly and can’t deny that modern clothes are more comfortable. Less itchy than the ones from his time. “I will be back.”

“So what about you two?” Turning back to Alana and Jorge, you feel the slight loss of no longer having Pero at your side, knowing he will be back quickly. Taking off armor never takes as long as putting it on. “What do you do? How did you meet?”

Jorge smirks, his own pride for his soulmate evident on his face. “University.” He explains. “We were taking a class together.”

“I still do not know how we managed to pass,” Alana laughs, sending him a gentle, fond smile. “We did not exactly study.”

“It is not an exciting story, but it was almost as if we knew right away.” Jorge boasts. “The connection, I mean. It – it is beautiful.”

“Every love story is exciting in its own way.” And really, yours is not for everyone. “It is a new beginning. The start of a life together. That is its own kind of adventure.”

“How is he handling it?” Jorge asks, imagining that despite the advantages of this time, the other man must be having moments where he struggles to understand the world he lives in now.

“There are always new challenges,” you admit, wishing as always that you could simply smooth the path that Pero walks in this time. But you know you cannot do everything for him, and he doesn’t want you to. That doesn’t stop you from wishing you could take away the things that make him unhappy. “It will do him good to have friends here. Family. People he can be his true self with. And…more than anything, I think coming home again will be good for him. The barn out there? Or, what is now a barn? That is the house he was born in.”

"That was the house?" Alana's eyes go comically wide, and she whips her head to the side to look out the window that overlooks the stone structure. "That is – it is a thousand years old and is the house that your soulmate was born in? The one where Arwena and Briac lived and raised their children in?"

“Yes.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at how excited all of this makes her, and you’ll admit that a good portion of it is some kind of relief. It had been a worry of yours that making friends here might be difficult – but clearly the opposite was destined to be true.

"That is – wow – amazing." She lets out a chirp of happiness and looks back out the window again. "He has been working out there. Is he – will he turn it back into what he knew it as?"

“He even applied for the permits we need to restore the thatched roof and stone floor.” It is a particular point of pride for you, that Pero is working so hard to restore his childhood home. He’s working so hard and you could not be happier for him.

"Wow." Now it is Jorge's turn to be impressed and he nods. "I will ask if he needs help." He decides, looking eager at the prospect of learning techniques from a thousand years ago. "It would be beautiful to see a perfect example of how a home from that time would be set up."

“Jorge studied architecture.” Alana tells you, her own pride evident in her voice. “You should see the castles he designs and builds for Binx. They are spectacular.”

“You build castles?” Pero steps back into the kitchen, his brow arched high, and he is very interested in the other man’s skills. The fireplace in the old home has been removed and he wants to rebuild it. “They are still being used in this time?”

“For our cat.” Jorge laughs, slightly embarrassed at the mix-up. “Towers for her to climb and scratch shaped like castles. But I build other things. And design them.”

“Alana was saying that Jorge studied architecture,” you explain.

“And I am a builder.” The younger man nods. “Whatever help you need in restoring your home, it would be an honor to help you.”

Pero rubs his jaw, nodding to himself slightly. “I need to rebuild the hearth.” He tells the younger man. “Some bastard ripped it out and boarded over it. Do you want to look?” He offers, knowing that someone who builds for a living might be a good thing since the bastards to tell you what you can and cannot do with your own property have pissed him off several times.

“Absolutely.” Jorge nods and drops a kiss on the top of Alana’s head before hopping off of his stool at the kitchen counter.

“I’m going to show Alana the grimoire,” you tell them, glad to see Pero making a friend so easily. You’re certainly not going to get in the way of it, especially not when Jorge is practically family. “Come in when you get hungry and maybe we can share supper together tonight?”

Pero nods and moves over to kiss you again. “Do you wish for me to start the fire outside?” He asks, knowing that he had planned on roasting some meat you had bought from the grocery store. While it was not the same as wild game, it was still delicious. “Or do you wish to do something else?”

“No, we can cook outside.” One kiss is never enough, and you steal another easily. “We have plenty enough for four, and we can show Alana and Jorge how we used to do things. It will be perfect.” To not have to hide, or to lie, or to pretend at all is a great gift that you did not think you would ever be given in this part of your life. But as always, as if some wonderful force of the universe is looking out for you – you have gotten the blessing that you needed in spite of undertaking something scary. Whatever else comes during your life in Spain, you have Pero at your side and family to spend time with. There is nothing more you could want.

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[blissfullyapillow]

Angel with a Shotgun

Angel with a Shotgun

Wanderer x female reader

wc: 3,158

Notes: Yet another fic with my oc in mind but it reads like an x reader (I’ve been inspired what can I say lol), speaking of inspired this was inspired by the song Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab (specifically the nightcore version), fun fluff with the reader constantly threatening the Traveler (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

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“Ehehe, Paimon believes that Paimon’s miles better than- Traveler, who’s that?” Paimon shrieks as she hides behind the traveler. 

Huh. That’s not the reaction I expected, but I’m not surprised by it.

I am approaching them as I wield my sword after all.

I thought our first meeting would be different, and nothing like this. But I know what I must do. “Traveler. You have crossed a line that should never be crossed. The Wanderer…” I trail off, the venom in my voice creating a tense atmosphere.

The Traveler steps back slightly, shielding Paimon from me. I don’t give them a moment to ponder my words before I’m lunging forward with my drawn sword. The Traveler manages to parry my blow, but I manage to cut off a small strand of their hair.

I grasp the strand and hold it in my open palm, smirking all the while as I ignore Paimon’s frightened squeals.

“Funny, I thought you were a person of many titles. ‘The Honorary Knight.’” Our blades run along each other as my sharp blade attempts to slice through their neck.

“The Captain of the Watatsumi Island Special Operations Unit.” With a grunt I lower myself to the ground and swipe beneath the Traveler’s feet. with my agile one’s. They dodge my first foot, but they trip over the second one that makes a swift follow up. They fall to the ground, but before my blade can slam down on them they’re quick to roll over.

I groan when they use the element of geo to knock me down from behind, but I quickly recover with the assistance of the wind. “The Outlander.” I encase the Traveler and I in a circle of Ice, the pointy edges almost piercing Paimon. That’s when the Traveler’s eyes truly darken, and a sadistic smile makes it way onto my lips.

“The First Sage of Buer.” The Traveler’s eyes widen and they falter for a moment at my words, and I take the opportunity to freeze a slippery path below their feet. Paimon yells for the Traveler to watch out, but it’s too late.

They’ve already fallen into my trap.

I never cared for Signora, but I mimic her technique as I enclose the Traveler’s feet where they stand. The strong gust of wind I’m summoning has Paimon struggling to stay in our enclosed arena as I make my way over to the struggling Traveler.

They’ve grown stronger from their experiences in previous nations so I can’t underestimate them; it won’t be long before they break free from my icy prison. I can’t help but chuckle when I realize they’re using a similar method to the Anemo Archon to escape the ice.

The Traveler uses the wind and earth to chip away at the block of ice encapsulating their feet. Unfortunately for them, my resolve won’t yield so easily. “You should’ve kept to yourself; stop butting your head in place it doesn’t belong. The Wanderer is not an individual to be messed with, and neither am I. If you ever lay a hand on him again, I will not be so merciful. Maybe I should give you a demonstration of what’s in store if you dare to play with magic.” I don’t wait for a response as my blade slashes down to scar the Traveler’s arm. Paimon’s scream is as piercing as the beginnings of frostbite that nip at the tips of my fingers.

My blade stops mere millimeters from my target.

How frustrating.

My blade is stopped by a hand and a strong gust of wind, and I look up to come face to face with the man I’m currently fighting for.

My entire demeanor shifts as my eyes light up and my heart pounds loudly with joy in my ears. “Wanderer!!” I engulf him in a hug, and he grunts. “What did I tell you about attacking people over stupid rumors you hear about me!?” Wanderer scolds me harshly and he wacks the back of my head.

I let out a cry of dismay before I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. The ice around us ceremoniously breaks and the wind slows to a calm, soothing breeze. A beautiful flurry of snow now surrounds us, and Paimon flies over to the Traveler to check up on them as the ice encapsulating their foot finally breaks.

“But- but this time they said you died!! They said the Traveler successfully put an end to-“ “Don’t listen to rumors you dimwit!” Wanderer wacks me again before he pulls me roughly against him.

I sniffle as he soothingly smoothes my hair back. I feel more than hear him chuckle as Paimon screams at the both of us. “Tell that small floating child to shut up. They’re giving me a headache.” Wanderer bursts into raucous laughter at my words while the Traveler sounds unamused and quite angry.

“Rest now. I’ll explain the situation for you, but don’t get your hopes up.” I allow myself to finally relax knowing Wanderer is actually safe and not deceased like I previously thought he was.

The last thing I feel are his soft lips against the crown of my head.

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“And that’s the gist of it. So? How do you feel? You almost lost something valuable to someone of extraordinary power, yet all you can do is stand there with that dumb look on your face.” Paimon’s loud voice wakes me up from my restful nap, and I stir as the unconscious world fades from my mind.

Damn. I was having a good dream too.

“You’re being too loud.” Wanderer scolds Paimon as I shift in his arms. Paimon continues shouting nonetheless, and I fully wake up with a disarming yawn. My blurry eyes finally focus and the Traveler and Paimon’s annoyed expressions are the first thing to greet me.

“What?” I ask. “What do you mean, what!?” Paimon asks incredulously. “Well, I told them the basics. You really need to stop acting so irrationally when things concern me, Y/n.” Wanderer’s words are rough yet sincere, and I know he’s right. With a sigh I remove myself from his arms to stand and bow before the Traveler. “I apologize for attacking you based on false rumors, but if you so much as try to lay a hand on Wanderer I-“

WHACK!

“I apologize.” “That’s better.” I refuse to rub my head even though Wanderer’s smack left a stinging sensation.

“THIS GIRL IS RIDICULOUS!” Paimon screeches.

“Everyone, calm down and try to understand where the other is coming from.” Wanderer’s blunt words cause my lips to quirk up into a blatantly smug expression. “Oh? That’s surprisingly reasonable coming from you.” I taunt Wanderer. His eyes burn holes into mine, and I send a flirtatious wink in his direction.

He returns to stand by my side from his previous position, and he huffs as his hand purposefully bumps against mine in a silent question. I intertwine our hands in a comforting answer. “Huh, it looks like I wasn’t the only one who missed the other.” I muse.

I take joy in Wanderer’s flushed cheeks and annoyed expression that acts as a face to mask the bashful feelings that lie underneath.

Paimon looks so flabbergasted it causes me to laugh. She sputters as she tries to find the accurate words to say that truly expresses her exasperation with Wanderer and I. In the end all she does is stay silent, for once, as she turns to the Traveler to take the lead.

“Ah, that’s more like it. Thanks Paimon. Traveler, I apologize. I have nothing against you personally, but I owe many things to Wanderer. He’s special to me in a way no one else ever will be. Anyone who wishes or inflicts harm upon him will meet a fate worse than death, by my own hand.” I spit out the last sentence and Wanderer gives my hand a squeeze in warning. The traveler quirks a brow at my words, but they continue to remain silent.

A beat of silence passes before the Traveler finally speaks up, “Okay. I don’t completely understand.. everything, but I can see you don’t personally have any ill intent against me. You just seem to be very stubborn.” I guffaw at the Traveler’s words as Wanderer laughs. “That’s the perfect description for her.” He dodges my elbow, and before we know it the tense atmosphere is broken as Paimon fails to hold back a delighted giggle.

“Paimon’s still angry with you, but if you buy Paimon food she’ll forgive you!” I chuckle at Paimon’s words. “Okay, how do you feel about sticky honey roast?” I tease. Paimon gasps before adamantly agreeing to my proposal.

I don’t miss the way the Traveler’s gaze follows me with evident concern in their eyes.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Once everyone is full from the good food the atmosphere  is much lighter, and everyone finally relaxes their tense body language.

“So, how do you two know each other? Paimon’s never seen the Wanderer so… so…” Paimon fails to think of a sufficient word to describe his current demeanor. “Docile?” I jest. Paimon laughs, in agreement with my suggestion, and the  Wanderer scoffs.

“Anyway, you seem to know a lot about me. Why’s that?” The Traveler doesn’t beat around the bush. Wanderer also looks a bit curious as he waits for my response. “That’s on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know.” My words cause the once cheerful atmosphere to become tense yet again, but my fit of giggles is quick to dispel the atmosphere. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Gosh you should’ve seen your face!” I laugh and motion towards the Traveler’s now dumbstruck expression. 

“I’ve seen you around. I’ve been to every nation of Teyvat, and I often see you around and am privy to all the rumors surrounding you. That’s how I know about all your endeavors.” I surmise. The Traveler elaborates on their question by saying, “But that doesn’t explain how you know about me being the first sage of-“ “Paimon, how’s the sticky honey roast?” “Mmmm, Paimon loves it! Y/n’s a good cook Traveler!” Paimon gulfs down another serving of Sticky Honey Roast, and I can’t help but softly smile at the scene.

When I look at Traveler our eyes meet. They study me for a moment before changing the subject. Whatever they saw in my eyes must’ve quelled their worries enough to dismiss their unanswered question.

It’s not like they aren’t used to unanswered questions anyway.

“Y/n has always been like that. Quick to anger with matters involving me. It began a few months after our meeting….” Wanderer trails off, and I recall the time I destroyed an entire treasure hoarder camp after we were both caught by surprise and Scaramouche took a hit intended for me, which resulted in him needing repairs by the doctor.

Ugh, the doctor.

“I hate that Doctor.” I grumble under my breath. Wanderer snorts and the Traveler’s eyes shoot in my direction. “You know the doctor?” Traveler asks, clearly fishing for information. “I said that doctor, not the doctor. There’s clearly a word difference there.” I smirk at their now furrowed brows. “I see why you two get along now.” A beat passes before I double over in laughter. “She’s usually more friendly. You two just got off on the wrong foot.” “The wrong foot? That ‘foot’ was more like a sword!” As the others bicker I calm myself down enough to speak.

“We’ll definitely be seeing more of each other in the future. Then, you can make your own judgment of me. You can decide whether I’m someone you’d like to keep around by your own means. As long as you don’t hurt the one’s dear to my heart, I see no reason as to why we can’t get along.” I extend my hand towards the Traveler to shake after my little monologue, and I feel satisfied when they only take a moment of hesitance before shaking my hand.

“Alright. It’s a deal.” “Great! Now, Paimon’s eating the Traveler’s share of food!” The Traveler maneuvers their plate of food around Paimon as Paimon attempts to eat their share of food, and I giggle at the scene before me. “How gluttonous.” I hear Wanderer murmur under his breath.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Once Paimon and the Traveler give Wanderer and I time to “catch up,” it’s silent.

but it’s a comfortable silence.

I blissfully sigh as I sip the last few drops of tea remaining in my cup. This tea tastes especially good since Wanderer was the one who brewed the cup of tea for me.

I smirk as I recall the other’s flabbergasted expressions since he only brewed one cup.

“You really are…” I turn to study Wanderer’s conflicted face as he tries to articulate the message he wishes to convey. I sit in silence as I patiently wait for him to voice his thoughts.

It’s funny since I’m not a very patient person, but for him I’m effortlessly patient.

“You really are something, huh? Stop.. worryingmelikethisdumbassyou-“ He coughs into his fist, his words coming out jumbled together and rushed.

I understand the meaning behind them regardless.

A goofy smile presents itself on my face, and I don’t dare hide it from him. He notices my expression, and it seems to give him the courage he needs to continue speaking. He takes a few deep breaths before he continues. “You may make an enemy of the wrong person one day. I… appreciate your loyalty and sincerity, but stop being a blockhead and rushing into things! Especially when it’s for my sake, you moron.” I predict his movements and dodge his swing this time around.

He looks visibly aghast that I predicted his movements. He comically glances at his hand as I reply, “Honestly Wanderer, when we first met I found you interesting. I don’t know what it was, but I was undeniably attracted to you. I think it was your energy? Like, I could tell you may not be a… ahem, pleasant, person to be around..” I shoot a glance in his direction. I admire the scowl he sports on his lovely lips. “But I had a gut feeling that there was more to you than what meets the eye; I just knew there was something.. inherently good about you beneath the surface. Call me a naive fool- wait no, don’t actually do it because I know you will!” I thankfully say that right as he opens his mouth to do just as I had said. He reluctantly shuts his mouth as he rolls his eyes. “Go on, before I change my mind.” He grumbles more to himself than me.

I feel a sense of nostalgia as I remember when the man before me went by the name of Scaramouche instead of Wanderer. “Anyway, I’m glad I followed my heart and basically forced my way into your life. We all know we wouldn’t be here together like this if I didn’t.” I giggle when he opens his mouth to deny what I said, but yet again shuts his mouth moments later.

“I guess what I’m trying to say with my long winded speech is…” I suddenly turn around to fully face him, and I engulf both of his hands within my own.

I feel my eyes prick with unshed tears as I recall a time I’ve done this before. “After learning about your past…” I close my eyes and recall  the day of our reunion, the day the man who no longer referred to himself as Scaramouche finally confided in me. I was beyond grateful and really touched. He isn’t the type of person to tell someone something so personal of his own accord, and it makes my heart swell with my pride knowing I’m the only one he’s ever told.

“It’s clear to me that you’re not just a puppet. You’re someone with feelings; you have a heart. You may not be the best at expressing said feelings..” I snort when he crinkles his nose and his face conveys absolute disgust at my sincere words. “But just like anyone else in this world you deserve to be happy and to be loved. Others may not agree, and that’s okay. I’ve never cared for what others think. You are all that I adore, and if love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I know you have your own baggage to carry and your sins weigh heavily upon your conscience, so let me help you stand up tall and carry that burden. You don’t have to wander alone. …Although we all know you’re more than capable of loving yourself, if you’ll let me, I’d like to love you too.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rapidly rises and falls with panicked breaths.

It took a lot of courage for me to say all of this to him. I hope he doesn’t misunderstand me and think I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe I am. I hope he doesn’t hate me for it. “Wanderer, I-“ My words are cut off by a surprisingly soft pair of lips against my own. I jump in surprise, then immediately feel embarrassed that I did. A cold hand rests against my cheek, and as I lean against it his lips retract from mine.

I look into his eyes, and all the words he needs to say are found within the depths of his irises. “You’re an angel in this abysmal hell.” His breath fans over me, and I can’t contain my smirk.

“Can I say it? Just this once?” I prompt. His eyes narrow as he knows where this is going. “We’re in the middle of having a sentimental moment and you choose now of all times to be like this?” “I’m not hearing a nooo…” “No.” “But Wanderer it’s literally the title of the fic-“ “I said no.” I let out a dejected sigh and concede with grace.

“Okay…” I mumble. Wanderer blinks at me with a blank expression.

Once.

Twice.

Then full belly laughter erupts from him as he throws his head back and covers his beautiful smile. I quickly reach a hand out to grasp the hand covering his expression of happiness in mine, and he weakly fights against me as his melodious laughter blesses my ears.

“Is that the Wanderer!?” I can hear Paimon’s loud voice outside the door as the Traveler hushes them.

I knew they were eavesdropping. I’ll have to lecture them on the importance of privacy later.

For now, I relish in the alluring sight before me as I feel a peaceful veil of comfort envelop me. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you since we parted ways on that snowy night.

I know he’ll scold me for thinking this way, but I can’t help but feel that our fates have been intertwined.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x female reader #x reader #reader insert #genshin reader insert #wanderer x you #wanderer x female reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche reader insert #wanderer reader insert #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact x female reader

[love13tter]

AVATAR TWOW RECS

⭑ i am no longer updating this anymore !

⭑ im keeping this pinned until i make a new recs post

⭑ i read sfw & nsfw works . . . mdni with nsfw works

⭑ dont forget to send much love to all these authors :P

please note that some of these works have heavy topics: read the warnings b4 u read plspls

[❕] nsfw / smut ,, [🩹] suggestive ,, [🗯] angst ,, [☃️] fluff ,, [🐰] personal faves

➷ loverboy #1 neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

all for you , part two ✶ 30.2k, e2l, grumpy x sunshine ⊹ 🗯☃️

When Quaritch attacks the Ta’unui water clan looking for Jake Sully, the clan’s Tsahik forces her younger sister, Y/N, to escape and seek refuge from the Metkayina clan. As Y/N deals with the trauma of losing her home, she discovers that she isn’t the only outlander in the village. She develops conflicted feelings for Neteyam but the tensions grow when Y/N finds out that Neteyam is the son of Jake Sully - the man she hates. 

worthy pt 2 ✶ 4.3k, aged up ⊹ 🗯☃️ [❕]

You and Neteyam argued before he left for his 3-day hunt. After he arrived back to the reef, he discovered you were never waiting for him. He finds you unbraiding your hair near a tide pool and decides to offer his help.

🐰 soft as clouds ✶ 6.3k, non wellknown!reader, wingwoman baby tukie ! ⊹ ☃️

You weren't well known in the clan, and when you become friends with Tuk, no one believes her.

hide and peak ✶ 3.5k, aged up, mates, sub teyam, exhibition ⊹ 🗯☃️ [❕]

Neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.

quiet love ✶ 6.3k, insecure!reader ⊹ 🗯☃️

You didn’t see the way Neteyam was longing for you, too caught up in why it was impossible anyway. But he was insistent that you were the one he wanted. 

how they would react to you dressing up for them (hcs) ✶ 1.7k, aged up ⊹ ☃️🩹

NETEYAM - already compliments you everyday, like smothers you in them to the point where it’s more common than hearing your name. he can’t get enough of you. the biggest smile comes onto his face when he sees you, immediately forgetting how tired he had been from his responsibilities earlier. you’re like a breath of fresh air to him and he can’t believe how lucky he got with you.

uncomfortable ✶ 1.7k, aged up, lil bit of jealousy ⊹ 🗯☃️

Being a hunter provided you with so much purpose. You provided food, safety, pelts, strength and everything in-between to your clan. And in turn they provided you with love and support. You had felt this way since you were eighteen and finished the rites of the hunter, since you technically became an Omaticayan woman. Being a spoter in the war party provided you so much more. You felt adrenaline, you felt responsible for all your brothers and sisters in the fight. You felt like you were personally making a difference against the enemy. And besides, by taking this life path you were able to meet your best friend. 

🐰 me and you pt 2 ✶ 3k, aged up, teyam is so attractive here ⊹ ☃️ [❕]

no summary provided — but trust me when i say this is the hottest thing i've read all year. reader & teyam's banter is unmatched and they're so cute.

do you still love me? ✶ 2k, aged up, argument, misunderstanding-ish ⊹ 🗯☃️

You and Neteyam’s family has stayed the same for many years, only one daughter who was now 4. But you fear that Neteyam doesn’t want more, scared he had fallen out of love with you after the birth.

fix me ✶ 4.1k, mentions of blood, made by one of my fav people on here ⊹ ☃️

no summary provided — trusttttttt me, she never disappoints !!!!!! this fulfilled everything i have ever wished for and man i love reading charas in love.

different ✶ 4.9k, TUKIE !!!! my babie taking my heart again, a bit of rude remarks towards reader :(, loved the idea of half omatikaya & half metkayina ⊹ 🗯☃️

Request — Hiii Do you write for Avatar? Could you do something where reader is both omatikayan and metkayina (mixed) and she’s living with the metkayina when the Sully family comes? Maybe do a slow burn between reader and Neteyam? The rest is up to you!

(new!) 🐰 human stuff ✶ 2.3k, human!reader, revolves around readers' period, HE GETS FED CHIPS. hope that says enough thank yew ⊹ ☃️

the one where a confused na’vi teenager tries to comfort his human friend while she’s on her period.

➷ loverboy #2 lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan

the moon, the stars and his life ✶ 2.4k, aged up, possesive/jealous lo'ak ⊹ [❕]

Lo‘ak didn’t know what he did to deserve such a blessing in the shape of you. Did he even deserve it? He doubts it. You were just so perfect, from the top of your head to your cute little toes and the tip of your tail. Perfect. Which is why it hurts even more, to hear those Metkayina boys talk about him like this to you...

brat ✶ 2.7k, aged up, mean dom!lo'ak ⊹ [❕]

Lo'ak is a brat tamer, what can I say?

(new!) 🐰 reckless (but helpful) ✶ 2.4k, OLDER SISTER READER OHMYGOODDODFDF, shes so badass ugh im in love, loak is so enthusiastic its so cute seeing him not being scolded by his parents (smh i hate that he does) ⊹ ☃️

three avatars dead, one injured big sister, and two angry parents waiting at home. what could go wrong?

➷ lovers #3 sully family

the sully's stick together ✶ 3.2k, hurt/comfort, i need to be a sully NOW ⊹ 🗯☃️

becoming one with the metkayina’s has not been an easy task. as everyone continues to settle in their own ways, your family begins to grow more worried about your well-being. this isn’t the sully they know. you’re withdrawn, and quiet. what better way to fix that than to seek you out when you least expect it?

too late ✶ 3.6k, reader is 6 feet under , suicidal thoughts + actual suicide ⊹ 🗯

they loved you when it was too late. 

parts of my heart ✶ 2.3k, mama neytiri T_T, ofcourse my tukie is here ⊹ ☃️

A look at the Sully children through the loving eyes of Neytiri, and how you as the oldest daughter fit into this puzzle piece. Also a slight rediscovery of Neytiri and Jake’s relationship after the war cause it’s not talked about enough.

by the time you're hearing this i'll already be gone ✶ 4.9k, bittersweet ending ⊹ 🗯☃️

all you wanted was to not be the family disappointment.

(new!) 🐰 when the time comes , part two ✶ 6 / 7.5k, theres war and violence, YN HAS A LOVE INTEREST ANDHES SOOO CUTE OMD !! he has a lil dickhead slip up tho but it gets fixed <3 ⊹ 🗯☃️

1: IN WHICH the future Tsahik of the Omaticaya and oldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri, Y/N has always carried the heavy weight of future duties. Her trouble making antics can only aggravate her relationship her family...and somehow drive her to meet a certain grumpy Omaticayan.

2: IN WHICH the humans come for your father’s neck again, as you and your family fight alongside him. When the sky people come back to destroy Pandora again, will you be able to save your family and potential lover?

#avatar x reader #avatar #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #sully family x reader #loak x reader #lo'ak x reader #avatar 2 #atwow #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully #neteyam smut #neteyam sully smut #lo'ak smut #lo'ak sully #lo'ak sully smut #man these tags r tiring wtf #neteyam fic recs #avatar fic recs #fanfiction recommendations #fanfic recommendation #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt comfort #atwow neteyam #13tter faves

[herrscherrofyatta]

Symphony part 4)

xiao x adeptus reader

note(s): reader is a singer, female reader.

angst, death, mention of pregnancy, idk what else, this might not be the last part but idk when I'll update this little series again.

Xiao was the last to step into this new area where they all spot an all familiar figure facing towards what seemed a large tree up ahead.

"That's good, she hasn't approached it yet." Aether comments as they look over at the woman who seem not to notice their presence yet but they're wrong as she looks back at them all while keeping her back to them.

There's a look in her eyes that they can't quite see just yet.

"?!"

Aether pulls Xiao back as Y/n's fist barely misses his head by an inch as a few of his hair scatter in the wind in front of him as she jumps back, completely unfaded.

"I thought I told you to leave this place, Aether. It won't do any good on your mind if you stay here to long." She says without battling an eye, her eyes set on them, "you even brought Xiao back here."

Xiao stands back up with the help of Aether who looks up at her, "he's your family is he not?"

She lets out a scoff at this, "family? The only family I had was my son and he's been dead for a long time. Now he decides that he wants to play his part as my husband after all this time?"

"You altered my memories of you and S/n!" Xiao yells. "If I had just knew you were—"

He pauses upon feeling such a heavy aura coming from her as she are glared at him with such hatred that made he go quiet.

"Alter? I never did that, I simply blocked those memories off for simply 200 years."

His eyes widen, "200....years?"

The woman summons a flute out of thin air and begins to play it, Aether watches as Xiao slumps to the ground. His hands grasping the side of his face as a memory plays out in his mind.

"Tell me, Aether." He looks up to see Y/n summoning a sword, "do you intend to stop me?"

Aether looks at Xiao, thinking for a bit before standing up, summoning his blade as he narrows his eyes at her. Y/n sighs softly while closing her eyes, "I wished things did not have to end this way but I did not wait this long to be stopped by an outlander traveler and the Conqueror of Demons."

Holding the blade in a fighting stance, she glares at him before teleporting out of sight and in front of him, swinging her blade above her head, aiming for the blonde who's quick to react.

Dodging her blade swiftly as the two leave Xiao behind to deal with his own problems of the past.

—

The quiet mumbling came from a room where you laid in bed, bandages wrapped around your eyes as well as all over your body. Barely having any strength to move your lips as you whisper to Morax who sits beside the bed.

".....I can't feel anything..." You mutter as Morax frowns, it pains him to see you in a state like this, so defeated and fragile. Yet, he stays quiet as he holds your hand that's limp in his.

"...am I dead?"

He shakes his head, "no, you're alive. You're a survivor, Y/n."

"..then why..why do I feel so empty inside?" You head moved slightly to where the sound of voice his heard. "S/n...where is S/n?"

Morax shuts his eyes tightly. "Morax, where is my son?"

He takes a moment, not sure if he should break the news. It seems like you don't remember anything when you lost control.

"S/n is dead."

Xiao feels his heart wretched at the scene and he feels tears building up yet he refusing to acknowledge them as one slips down his cheek upon hearing your quiet sobs as Morax breaks the news to you.

It's all coming back to him, every moment he spent separating himself from Y/n and S/n, trying to protect them from afar but instead of doing that, he did the complete opposite.

He hurt them for a long time for not being there.

"..Xiao?"

He looks up to see you standing in front of him, the bandages over your eyes are still but it seems like you were recovering well.

"Where were you?" Your voice is so quiet and it sounded strained as if you've been crying for a long time.

"I'm sorry." He mutters, he knows you can't here as this was just a fragment of his memory.

"Xiao, please answer me." You told there in black attire, "the funeral was today....where were you?"

He remembers this well, "it's none of your concern."

Yes, remembers you running up to running to him, grabbing him by the collar.

"Where were you?! At a time like this, you couldn't even attend your own son's funeral!"

"Lady Y/n, it's time to head back inside." One of the nurses who was assigned to watch over you, tried to pull you away.

—

Aether rolls onto the ground, coughing violently as he fails to get back up as your footsteps head towards him.

"Tired already?"

You mock him, sword in one hand as you walk towards his weak figure. Struggling to get up, he looks up at through his bangs.

"The deal with Zhongli," he says, making you raise a brow, "is this what you truly want?" He stands up, catching his breathe as you stop.

"Of course, if you had the chance to change fate, you would see my actions are nothing but pure intentions."

You watch as Aether groans, another headache coming as you catch the blade he swung at you with your hand. The metal cutting through your glove and digging into your hand as blood begins to drop down your elbow as he pushes it down.

"At this rate, you'll suffer more from the effects of this place. The headaches you're experiencing will only get worse the longer you stay here."

Throwing his sword to the side, you watch him fall to the ground, no longer having any energy to fight back as he watches helplessly as you raise your sword up.

"Once this all done, no one will remember what happened here, goodbye traveler, thank you for keeping me company till now."

A loud clink is heard as a polearm blocks your sword as you pushed it down.

"Traveler, are you alright?" Xiao asks Aether before pushing your sword back as he takes tnis opportunity to grab the blonde and teleport away from you.

"I'm fine, a bit tired." He says as he's helped on his feet by the Yaksha. "I couldn't land a blow on her, she's too fast."

They look up to see you standing, looking over at tree in the distance before walking towards it as if in a trance.

"With the energy given to her by Mr. Zhongli, she's unstoppable."

"Energy?"

"From the gnosis, she had it for a time before giving it back to Mr. Zhongli. She was harvesting enough for herself for this, she told me."

Both of them came up with a plan, Xiao would stay while Aether went back outside to talk with Zhongli.

"Y/n, I'm sorry."

You pause, glancing back at him before turning to face him completely.

"If you're truly sorry, leave."

"I won't."

He summons his polearm as you do the same, a polearm so similar to his you're holding.

The battle continues.

At some point during the fight, he manages to kick your polearm out of your hand, leaving your defenseless but just as you did with Aether, you catch his attack with your bare hand, trapping him before sending a blow to his side.

He grunts as he's thrown aside by your kick as you walk over to pick your weapon.

"Do you know who this used to belong to?" You glance back him, eyes meeting each other as he catches his breathe.

"Zhongli gave it to S/n, he wanted it modeled after yours with his own personal touches." You examine it, your blood smears it as you run your finger on it, touching initials engraved on it as it cuts through your skin.

Just like Aether, he wasn't able to do much damage to you, only landing a few minor blows on you.

Feeling a tingling sensation on your hand, you look down to find your hand turning amber with black veins, making you drop the weapon as you lift both your hands, trembling at the sight of it spreading.

A bit confused, Xiao glances at your hands, his eyes widen at the sight as well. "We need to leave, now!" He says as you look up at him frightened. He holds out a hand for you to take and you hesitate as you see your other hand growing amber.

"If you leave, you won't accomplish anything you worked so hard to make happen. This is your only chance."

A voice rings in your head as you clench your hands before turning away from Xiao, catching him of guard as you begin running towards the tree.

"Y/n! No!" He runs after you, catching up as he lunges at you, making you two fall to the ground, rolling a bit before stopping.

"Get off!" He holds your arms down, restricting you from escaping and you struggle to get him off as he hovered above you.

"Get of me." You say angrily before your eyes widen as he leans his head into your neck, muttering a few words.

"Stop...this won't bring him back, we both know."

You're stun at his words before your brows furrow, your knee begin to aim for his stomach.

"You," you kick him, sending him off you as you stand up, "....have no idea how long I waited for this moment."

A weapon he hasn't seen for so long appears in your hand, a white lance, your original weapon.

"If you wish to stop me, prepare to be killed, no one is getting in my way anymore." You say with a cold tone as you feel your body growing in power, a broke mask appearing on your face, covering the top of it.

A dark aura surrounding you before swinging your lance to the side, having a firm grip on the handle.

"...this power, the power of an Archon...." A distorted laugh escape your lips, "it feels great."

You're lost control with your karmic debt, Xiao thinks as he sees how much dark energy radiates from you.

This time, you're faster than last time as you grab him by the throat, a sickness grin on your lips as you hold him up, your fingers put more pressure on his throat.

Your eyes widen, the color of your eyes flicker to their original color, a gasp leaves your mouth as you drop him.

"...no."

You take a step back, gripping your chest as he looks at you confusedly before.

"...leave..." You breathe out as the pain growing more, "...I can't hold it back..so many years without bloodshed—"

You're silent now, the hand that was gripping your chest, falls to your side and Xiao stands up, summoning his polearm.

He knew what was about to happen. He knows he can't defeat you alone, your powers are far greater than his.

He dodges your lance, jumping back, he always wondered why someone like you, someone so powerful and caring ended up choosing him out of all people.

He knew he couldn't bring you happiness yet you still decided to have a family with him, his neglected actions made you this way.

He was the reason why you turned away, putting yourself off from everyone, putting walls around you to prevent any more hurt.

He jumps to the side, avoiding the blades you threw at him.

If he was there for S/n's life, maybe he wouldn't have tried so hard to follow his footsteps that led him to do such action that him killed... protecting you.

Sacrificing himself for your sakes.

He takes a step back, the grip on his polearm is strong as he looks up to see you gathering energy to kill him off in one blow.

He can't help but feel mesmerized at the scene in front of him.

Your lance aimed at him at such a fast speed as hydro is infused with it, droplets of water hits you in the face, leaving a blue slash as you cut down Xiao.

A single tear rolls down your face as the everything is clear once more.

Your throat is now the amber color that covered your hands as the black veins creeps up on your face.

Dropping the lance, you take a look where Xiao stood moments ago before you killed him. Slowly turning around, stumbling forward the tree as tears run down your face without you noticing.

—

Xiao opens his eyes to find himself leaning up against Aether, holding him by the waist.

Looking up slowly to see S/n blocking the attack, holding a broken lance as he pushes it back before teleporting them from Y/n's eyes.

"That lance..." S/n looks down at it, lifting it up to show Xiao.

"It belonged to her, well what was left of it after she lost control in my reality." He explains.

He looks out to see Y/n walking towards the tree before hiding again.

"How are you able to hide us?" Aether asks as S/n looks at him before avoiding his eyes, a bit shamed.

"I made a contract as well, for the same reason." He admits. "Now I see how it a wrong choice, the one suffering to succeed that idea is dying... is her."

He kneels down to Xiao, "we both suffered the same, she and I are no different, mourning the death of each other. I saw how she cried everyday as I did the same and the support we had was Uncle Zhongli."

"It was wrong for me thinking I could bring her back." He stands up, walking away before giving one last glance at Xiao, he smiles at him.

"So when this is all over, promise me you'll be there for each other."

They're both teleported outside, Paimon and Zhongli stood there waiting. "Aether! Xiao!"

She flies over to them, relieved to see them after all this time. "You're okay! But where's Y/n and S/n?"

—

Looking up at the tree, you place your hand on it, watching as multiple branches begin to grow on it and you smile for a moment before feeling pain from your stomach.

Looking down, you see a thick chain stained with your blood, implied before it rips itself out.

Coughing out blood as you fall forward, leaning up against the tree for support as your eyes widen, not from the pain, but rather the voice you hadn't heard in so long.

Holding your stomach, you slowly turn around and arms wrap around you, catching by surprised.

"Mom."

Your eyes water almost immediately, hearing your son call you 'mom' after so long...felt so bittersweet as you him close.

"S/n, I missed you..so much." Your voice breaks in between as you pull back to take a good look of his face. Holding the sides of his face as he smiles at you, his lips trembling as his tears roll down his face.

"I'm sorry for everything, it's all my fault—maybe if I wasn't distracted....you wouldn't have died...maybe father would be happy." He leans into your touch as you frown, tears now rolling down your face from his words.

"...the things I said about him too, I never said sorry to that argument we had about him."

You knew what he was talking about, years before the war started, a heated argument happened between you two about Xiao and your duties as a Yaksha.

"You don't need to apologize for anything, I may not be your mother from your reality but you're still my son nevertheless and I know that, that me would say the same. So please, try to get closer for those feelings you harbor inside."

You smile at him before hugging him again, trying to memorize everything because soon, everything will be turn back to normal.

"just know, I love you so much."

"I love you too." He mutters, suddenly feeling you twist him around so his back as facing the tree as a sicken sound of flesh being implied is heard. Blood splattering across his cheek as his eyes widen as he feels himself being teleported out by you.

"Mom—"

Throwing up blood, you look down to see the same chain through your chest before gasping as your legs, arm and shoulders as your body is lift off the ground slightly.

Pupils shaking at the pain as your eyes begin to flutter shut, losing your strength before using the last energy given by Zhongli to summon your lance as you rip your arm from the chain to grab a hold of it.

Finger grasping it as you turn your body, despite making the wounds worse and wiping away the chains that bind you.

Breathing heavily, the weapon falls to the floor before you fall, body feeling heavy as you lay there motionless.

Many thoughts go through your mind as the last bit of your energy fades as you stare at the tree, watching as everything around you is crumbing and shaking

The area you're in is closing in on itself as the floor crumbs under underneath as your body slowly start fall off.

Yet your eyes are on the tree, almost no light in them as you feel your body slipping off and you don't have the energy to stop it.

Falling off head first, your eyes close for the last time as you mutter something you wished you had time to say.

"I could save you then.....so let me save you now.

Live, S/n."

—

Zhongli and the rest quickly regain consciousness to find themselves back in the city as the people pick themselves up, confused on they all collapsed.

"I remember hearing someone singing." They look over to see a couple scratching the back of their heads.

"Yeah, me too."

Everyone is talking among themselves before someone looks up, shouting as they point up at the sky.

"Hey, is that someone fall from the sky?"

Everyone looks up to see a figure falling towards the ocean at a rapid speed. Zhongli tries figure it out, narrowing his eyes before small footsteps are head running by them.

They all look down to see Qiqi running, as she mumbles a few things and they're able to catch a few words.

"...Qiqi must save lady..."

They all follow her and they're able to ask her who was talking about. With a finger up to her lips, she mumbles, "she gives Qiqi coconut milk....lady Y/n is Qiqi's favorite."

Xiao looks up but it seems like Y/n had already fallen into the ocean and before anyone else could stop him, he jumps into the cold waters.

Swimming deeper, his eyes adjusting to the darkness but he can't seem see the h/c haired anywhere as it's too dark to see anything that's in front of him.

"I can only provided limited support, use this chance to find her."

Without questioning the voice that rang his mind, he spots something glowing in the distance although it's growing faint as he swims towards it.

There he sees the hydro vision sinking besides the h/c haired, no sign of movement as he grabs ahold of her wrist, grabbing ahold of the lance and vision before wrapping her arm around her waist.

Gasping for air, he hears Paimon's voice from a far. "There he is!"

A small boat is sent over him and carries back to where everyone is waiting. There, Qiqi and Baizhu are on stand by and the green haired male begins to perform CPR.

But after a few tries, he finally gets a faint pulse.

The vision Xiao holds begins to light up once more.

—

Your eyes flutter open, opening half away as look around slowly and you couldn't recognized where you're at. You could make out some gifts and flowers in the room you're in before the quiet is interrupted with yelling coming from outside.

You could hear Verr's voice and it clicks on your mind that you're at the Inn and you sigh.

Slowly getting up, wincing at the pain from moving as you try to walk to the window to look outside. Peeking outside, you sees it's nighttime and the cold air breeze calms you down.

"when one's vessel dies, it can't be revived. To save him, I only created new possibilities in the past."

You soak out loud, "is that enough for an explanation for you, Zhongli?"

He closes the door behind him, "what you did was enough to kill you," looking down at your bandaged hands, touching your neck as well.

"Those futures will belong to him."

He sighs, but you smile looking out into the sky. Happy to have seen him for so long, "He'll be alright, I know it."

A wave of dizziness hits you and he's quick to catch you, walking you back to the bed. "Get some rest, Xiao will be soon."

You tilt your head at his words, and he notices, "he was the one that insist to keep you here for your recovery."

The rest of the night, you're writing something in your notebook, wincing once in a while before the door opens.

Xiao stands there's a bit surprised to see you awake.

He stands there awkwardly as you close the book, placing it on the night stand before gesturing him to walk over.

Before bringing you into a tight hug, leaning his head against your shoulder as you pat his back to comfort him.

"You're an idiot." He mumbles as you slightly laugh, smiling as you rest your head against his.

"....hm, I know."

The rest of the night, you begin to explain everything to him. "When a vessel dies, they can't be revived unless you have the power to somehow change the past physically. That was originally my plan but...an old friend suggested otherwise."

He changes the bandages on your arm, noticing that the wounds haven't healed much. "she was the one who helped me into that space we were in, although I'm not sure what it was, she told me if managed to touch the tree, it would create possibilities in the past."

You cough, making him tense up but you tell him you're fine and once he's done, you open up your book to go back to work.

"Moving your arms will only make things worse." He tells you, making you look up at him when he notice you wincing, "it's better to rest, you can work when you're better."

You blink at this before giving him a small smile, "I think you're right."

You can obviously tell things are awkward between you two, knowing how he was and how closed off you are, it make things hard to bring up a conversation.

"...once you're fully healed, you can go back to your life like before, forget about me and be happy with someone else.....if that's what you want."

He's ready to walk out before you speak up, making him stop in his tracks.

"I should be saying that to you," he turns back around, confusion written all over his face, "after everything I've done, blocking off your memories and fighting you, it should be you being happy and moving on from me."

He scoffs at this, turning his head away from you, "when we promised to always stay together, I intend on keeping my end of it." The tip of his ears are red and you sigh, 'that goes against what you just said moments ago....oh well.'

You think to yourself, noticing that he turned back around, facing the door, "plus, I promised S/n I would fix things with you. I'll be back later, until then, take it easy and rest."

He walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving you stunned at his words, "....he said that?" You mutter, falling back into the pillows and drifting off to sleep, "...s/n.."

Hours ago by and Xiao is back, he had expected you to be awake but to his surprised, you were deep asleep and brushes off a couple of strands of hair on your face before leaning forward.

Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "I'll make things right, I promise." He mutters, caressing your hair gently.

a/n: the ending was kinda rushed but oh well. Maybe I'll write like a epilogue to this one day.

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