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alexissara · 2 months

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How I'd Make FEH's Seasonal Banners Not Suck

Gacha is evil, it's bad, you shouldn't play it but as a girl with a big of a gambling addiction but see's no value in PNGs it's an outlet for me so I enjoy a few Gacha games for their fix, one of which being FEH. Seasonal banners are the worst banners of every month because their not sparkable without paying the monthly fee they want players to pay. Still imagining a better world where they had non premium spark I want to go over each months theme and if I'd keep it the same or if I'd replace the theme and with what.

January - New Years It's a solid banner theme of holiday banners it's one of two I'd keep. Most people use a calendar that means January is the start of a new year so a banner themed around celebrating it makes sense.

January 2 - Dessert

While the Dessert theme does have an eventual expiration date Fire Emblem does have a nice breath of Dessert cultures throughout the series that I do think is interesting to get a bit more insight into. Eventually this will have to pivot to some other type of cultural background but I do think there is smooth ways to transition into cultures although perhaps they will intersect with the Culture/Tribal banners that happen later in the year. If they really ran out of special cultures I do think they could pivot this to even go modern and explore real world cultures that inspired the characters for more modern designs which could be a fun and exciting ways to engage players.

February - Vday While I enjoy the dead dads theme of The Day Of Devotion banner being little families connecting I do think with FEHs dual heroes that we could do an actually romantic set of banners where it has ships on dates in cute outfits with an all dual hero banner. I think this theme could or could not be game locked but I think the most fun thing is to have a thematic tie between the ships and have it not be game locked so instead be like tragic love, Eternal Love, Childhood Friends To Lovers Rivals To Lovers kinda deals where it explores a different set of dynamics and how they manifested in the series. I'd start with a Childhood Friends To Lovers theme with Alm and Celica, Florina and Lyn, Dimitri and Dedude something like that to have a nice well flavored banner.

March - Replace Easter with Beast AU

This is probably my biggest want for Fire Emblem Heroes, the Easter Theme is not good. What could be amazing though and fix one of FEHs biggest problems is a banner that makes units into Beast Units. FEH has to make a good chunk of it's OCs beasts just so it can put a new stream of beast units into the game and has to use fairly niche characters to fill seasonal rosters all to stay canon complient but I say fuck canon, it's fun to do an AU and it would let popular characters be reimagined. In particular they could easily debut this to a best selling banner of Three Houses AUs. Flying Beast Black Eagle Edelgard, Cavalier Beast Golden Deer Claude, Armor Beast Blue Lion Dimitri, and Infantry Beast Ashen Wolf Yuri. Bam, perfect, that's a top selling banner. You pair Yuri with M Byleth since he is the Ashen demon or Naliah for a canon wolf unit. You make the tempest trail unit Fbyleth as either like a literal Ashen Demon or a dragon.

April - Replace Kids with Futures

It will never set well with me on every single level the kids banner theme. I hate having the kids end up being stronger then the other versions of the character. I hate having kid designs in general cuz it feels weird to use babies to fight in these wars. It's a weird theme that should go. So instead I propose a much better theme of Futures where we see the characters older from their end cards in the game. This is a massive staple of Fire Emblem having characters have some nice little future and why can't we see this. The age range can vary seeing fresh faced adults of the younger characters like a Donel or a Amelia or like proper older versions of some of the more standard ages Fire Emblem lords as they enter their MILF/DILF eras. People would love to see a proper older version of characters they love, especially it could be cute for older titles where you maybe it could be like aged by the amount of years of the game and kinda a growing up with the character kinda deal. Or it could just be a thirsty Mommy Sorry kinda vibe, either way works for me.

May - Replace Brides With cooking banner

Getting ready for the summer rather then a creepy bridal theme we could have a cook out, since Fates cooking has been a staple of Fire Emblem. I think themes like Tea Time could also move to this slot but each year could have a different kind of cooking vibe from like a summer cook out to a master chief vibe to like a cozy married life cooking banner with each capturing a new vibe while not being just the same boring white dress on woman theme.

June - Keep Summer 1

It's fine, I don't care for the fan service but people enjoy it, keep one month of summer banners, it clearly makes money, someone gets excited about it, a lot of people do but it could also be they bring out a lot of fan favorite units and strong pairings.

July - Replace Summer 2

I will give FEH one month of swim suits but one month is all I will give. Swim suits are not inspired, they aren't particularly interesting and we don't need two months of it. The theme that could replace it I think is space for something really fun like a cosplay theme with other Nintendo characters or a modern fashion theme that could be summery but not like just a swim suit. Something out there and exciting and can be a real talking point of the year. Personally I am found of the cosplay/crossover slot existing here.

August - Make Explicitly A Rare Class Theme

This slot might seem random but to me the clear pattern is it's about highlighting a rare class in the series be in rare as if you get 1 per game or rare as in was only in a few games. We have plenty of Fates Birthrights classes but even outside of that we have classes like Summoner that have only ever appeared once or Bandit that have only been playable once that could be a ton of fun to see characters dressed up as and could lead to really fun designs.

September - Keep Culture

The culture/tribal banners that show up in September are fantastic, actually using the lore of Fire Emblem. We have tons of cultures to go through that have shown up in the Fire Emblem series with countries like Sacae, Almyra, Brigid, all briming with a ton of fun potential to bring into banners and have popular characters be there to carry the flag for their country while other characters dive deep into the cultures.

October - Keep Halloween

Halloween is fun, it's fun, it never is samey because Halloween is what you make it, they could mix it up and have FE characters cosplaying Nintendo characters even if they start deciding they wanted to move off spooky stuff but honestly the spooky stuff is all cheesy fun and the banners are not creepy at all so I think they are just good fun.

November - Widen Ninja to be other Japanese inspired classes

I love Ninja Banners, who doesn't they just have good units from popular games and good designs but I do think expanding Ninja to include Samurai and other Hosido classes could widen the general appeal of the units and help them not stagnate but also I like Ninjas so like I feel like it should expand but not as strongly as the others I wanted to change.

December - Replace Xmas With Snowy Cultures

I am Christmas's greatest hater so of course I want this to change but I also think it's just so boring as a theme everyone wearing the same kind of outfit and colors every single year it just isn't fun and I would much rather see an expansion to the worlds cultures like with other cultural banners and a shift to Snowy cultures like Flora's home culture and Florinas.

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jaskierswolf · 4 years

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Witcher Poet Queen

Based on a prompt via my AO3 by rubychatterbox (on AO3), who wanted a fic based on “Soldier Poet King” By The Oh Hellos. It being me... I made it Dandelion. Is anyone really surprised at this point? ________________

The Lord Viscount, Julian Alfred Pankratz of the Lettenhove estate and personal friend of the royal family of Cintra had a remarkable gift for bedtime stories. This was because to those outside the royal court of Cintra he was also known as Master Dandelion, famed poet and troubadour, and loyal friend to one Geralt of Rivia. There were only a few select people within Cintra that knew the full extent of the Viscount’s identity. His dearest friend, Geralt, had essentially ruined all his dreams of playing for Queen Calanthe as a bard with his blasted claim of the Law of Surprise. Dandelion was not impressed in the slightest. He hadn’t even been there to witness the events.

And it really had sounded like the most wonderful tale. It had had everything the troubadour loved in one dramatic package; royalty, heartbreak, curses, true love’s kiss and more magic the than halls of Aretuza.

No, Dandelion was not impressed at all. He was even less impressed with Geralt’s determination to leave his child surprise, abandoned at the fate of Destiny herself. Well, maybe that was a little melodramatic. Geralt kept saying he would go back to the child when the time was right, but that wasn’t nearly as exciting a tale.

“Julian, will you tell me my bedtime story tonight?” The young girl with emerald eyes and ashen blonde hair asked. She had her night gown on already and really shouldn’t have been roaming the castle. It was most improper. Dandelion had to laugh. Ciri had never been one for propriety. She would get on well with his witcher. When he finally remembered to actually visit her.

Dandelion tilted his head as he smiled down at the young princess. “Of course, my lion cub. What daring adventure would you like to hear tonight?” He asked with a melodic laugh. He knew her answer. It would be the same story that she always begged him to tell. The story of the White Wolf.

Ciri’s sparkling green eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, tugging him towards her bed chambers. He grabbed hold of his hand and let himself be pulled down the empty stone corridors of the castle. There were a couple of guards stationed outside her room, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords. Dandelion gave them a quick two fingered salute as he was dragged through the door.

“Princess Cirilla demands a bedtime story!” He called as they passed but no one blinked an eye. The Viscount was often yanked into the young princess’s room in the evenings. He wasn’t sure whether it was his own bond with the witcher, but he was starting to see Ciri like his own daughter. She was the only reason he returned to the castle each winter, and occasionally during the year depending on his travels with Geralt.

“Tell me about my Destiny!” She pleaded as she crawled into her bed that was far too big for any child with silk sheets that were more expensive than his entire outfit, maybe even his entire wardrobe. He perched at the edge of the bed as she pulled the covers up to her chin.

“Your Destiny…” He sighed wistfully.

Geralt. He hadn’t seen his witcher in over a year now. They’d parted last winter, as they often did, and their paths just hadn’t crossed that summer. He missed Geralt terribly. He hoped Geralt was alright, surely Yennefer or one of the wolves of Kaer Morhen would have sent word to him if Geralt had been hurt. Dandelion always kept an ear open for news about his witcher and he’d heard nothing. That must mean that his dearest Geralt was alright. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would do without him.

“There are rumours in court you know.” Ciri stated, sounding very much like the princess she was raised to be.

Dandelion raised an eyebrow at her, his lips quirked in a curious smile. “Oh?”

“Some say that you know him, know Geralt.” Ciri’s eyes were wide and shining with unbridled curiosity. “That you, Viscount Julian, are in fact the bard, Dandelion.”

Dandelion laughed and shook his head wearily. “Ah.”

Ciri beamed up at him, sitting up sharply in her bed. “It’s true! Isn’t it, it’s true?”

He nodded with a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Cirilla, but you mustn’t tell anyone, especially not your Grandmother.”

Ciri scrunched up her nose, “Why?”

“Because Queen Calanthe, as I’m sure you are well aware, is not Geralt’s biggest fan. I’m afraid Dandelion the Bard has been unfortunately tarnished with the same brush.”

“So you lied?” Ciri gasped with the widest of smiles, absolutely delighted in the thought that someone might try and hoodwink her grandmother.

Dandelion laughed. “Oh no. Not at all. I am indeed the Viscount de Lettenhove. Although not many people are aware that Dandelion and Lord Julian are one and the same person. It is of the utmost importance that you keep this a secret. Can you do that for me, Cirilla?”

Ciri nodded. “But you must tell me the best story!” She announced. “Otherwise I will feed you to the dogs!” She giggled.

Dandelion gasped dramatically and his hand flew to his chest. “The dogs?” He gasped. “Oh well then, listen carefully, young lion cub, for I will tell you the most daring of tales.”

She giggled and snuggled back onto her pillow. Dandelion smiled softly down at her. She really was an absolute delight, nothing like the other royals he had had the misfortune to meet. She was incredibly tenacious and stubborn, just like her grandmother but she was kind, a trait the good Queen seemed to lack. Ciri hated injustice even at her young age and often snuck out of the castle to play with kids her age in the streets. She would bring them sweet honied rolls from the kitchen, tucked into her skirts. None of the street children suspected that their friend Fiona was the princess but they all eagerly awaited the treats she would bring.

“Now this is a story of three acts, my dear girl. A tale of Destiny and of family, the kind you aren’t born with, the kind you find for yourself.” He announced with a flourish, his voice taking on the familiar air of a thespian as he transformed from Viscount to bard. “The first act tells of a white knight in shining armour.”

“Geralt!” She shrieked a little too loudly.

“Shh.” He put a finger on his lips. “Quietly, you know that no one is allowed to mention the witcher in the castle.”

Ciri giggled and put her own finger on her lips. “Geralt!” She whispered loudly, more of a stage whisper than anything else but Dandelion knew she was trying.

He winked and nodded with a smile. “Geralt.” He agreed. “The noblest man you will ever meet. The witcher who made up his own code to follow when there was none. A man of morals, with the kindest heart.”

Ciri stared at him scrupulously with her tongue between her lips. “Dandelion?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Geralt?” She asked plainly as if she hadn’t just shot an arrow through his heart.

He paused as he considered his answer. She was too smart to lie to and honestly he didn’t want to lie, not to her, but if he was clever then he should be able to weave an answer that wasn’t entirely the truth. He sighed dramatically. “Well he is my best friend.” He tilted his head as he watched her reaction carefully. “It would be a very sad life indeed if I didn’t love my best friend.

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Yes but are you in love with him?”

Dandelion pulled nervously at a lock of his hair. “I love him. I have always loved him. I will continue to love him, and I will love him in anyway that he lets me.” He ruffled her hair fondly. “Now stop interrupting, or I shan’t have time to finish!”

She pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Fine.”

“Good. Now where was I? A knight!” He cried as he fell back into his story. “or a witcher, I suppose. There will come a witcher who carries a mighty sword!”

“I thought witchers had two swords.”

“Who carries two mighty swords!” He amended with a wink. “And he will tear your city down—” “What!?” Ciri shrieked. She looked horrified and paled at the thought of her beloved city falling.

Dandelion took her hand and squeezed it gently. “A metaphor, the city represents the walls around you, Ciri, the ones that take away your freedom.”

“Geralt will give me freedom?” Ciri scrunched up her nose.

“He will tear your city down.” Dandelion repeated with a reassuring smile. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord” He added in song. His mind was already spinning with the wisps of a melody that he could add to this poem. It would make the most beautiful of ditties. Ciri giggled and hummed the tune back at him.

“There will come a poet,” He started the next stanza, not bothering to announce the second act of the tale.

“That’s you!” Ciri grinned.

He nodded. “That’s me, Geralt would be lost without me, princess. So there will come a poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.”

“Slay me?!” Ciri cried.

“Another metaphor.” He hummed trying not to lose his patience with the young princess.

“Oh ok. That’s good. Grandmother would kill you before you could hurt me.”

Dandelion chimed a laugh and nodded. “He will slay you with his tongue.” He continued, pushing his story forward before Ciri could get distracted again. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord.”

Ciri was finally starting to calm down, her eyes drooping as he head lay back on the pillows. She hummed the song again, but it was more of a mumble this time and Dandelion breathed a sigh of relief. He adored the princess but she really did have so much energy. He could barely keep up.

“There will come a ruler.” He sang softly as he watched the young princess succumb to sleep. “With hair that’s ashen blonde. She will steal her people’s hearts. oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. She will steal her people’s hearts….” His voice was now barely above a whisper as Ciri began to snore. A smile tugged on his lips and he felt a bloom of love for the young girl in his heart. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord.”

He glanced over at the door but the guards were paying no attention so he gently brushed her long hair away from her face and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Sleep well, Ciri. Dream the sweetest of dreams. Your Destiny, my Geralt, will find you. If he doesn’t then I will drag the fool kicking and screaming before Calanthe. You do not belong here, child. Your heart is a wild thing and they will only try to keep it locked up.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Don’t let them do that, my dear princess. You must follow your own path.”

His heart clenched in his chest. Was he talking to Ciri, or perhaps his younger self… or even Geralt? He couldn’t be sure.

“Witcher, Poet… and Queen.” He murmured before carefully standing up and heading for the door. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned to give the princess one last look. She was now sleeping peacefully. He chuckled. She was lucky, in a way, to be able to sleep without a care.

His own dreams would be haunted by golden eyes and wolves, but he didn’t mind, not if his dreams reunited him with his heart, if only for the night.

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 4 years

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The Last Dragon | The Witcher & Game of Thrones

Chapter 10 | Cintran Ale and Lingering Ghosts

Summary: Visenya Targaryen is the eldest and only surviving child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. When Robert Baratheon’s rebellion was won, instead of being slaughtered by the Mountain like her mother and siblings, she was saved by Ned Stark and taken as his ward. Years later, after she’s killed at the Red Wedding, she wakes up outside Blaviken. Now she finds her destiny intertwined with the White Wolf on her quest to go back home.

Word Count: 5029

Note: Click here to read the previous chapters ♡ Also I finally decided on a faceclaim for Visenya and to no ones surprise I chose Katheryn Winnick. She does Targaryen too well to not!

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Splash.

The water pours out of the wood bucket, falling over Geralt’s hair and onto his body. The selkimore guts, now floating in the tub, the stench not nearly as burning as it had been previously. Like a dog, he shakes his head, droplets of water hitting the walls and Visenya. Without moving her gaze from the novel in hand, she wipes it away, turning the page immediately after.

“Could you be a dear Jane, and grab me more of that soap?” Jaskier asks, setting the bucket down on the ground, wipes away the water on his forehead, and pushes his puffed sleeves to cuff around his elbow.

“No.”

Flick.

“Isn’t she just lovely, and so helpful too?” Jaskier exclaims, sticky sarcasm coating each word like honey as he glides across the room, only two paces away from Visenay’s left side. He reaches up, standing on the tips of his toes- despite the shelf being within comfortable reach - and grabs a bar of soap, a distinct lavender scent following it. He twirls, like a dancer on a stage, his large sleeves lightly smacking Visenya’s cheek. She reaches up to swat him with the palm of her hand, but he’s already danced away from her, twirling and spinning his way back to Geralt.

“Oh I’m helpful alright, I help you empty your coin purse.” she mutters, pursing her lips into a tight line.

Flick.

Geralt snorts, a smirk on his lips as he watches Visenya, his amber eyes practically glowing in the dim light. Their eyes meet for a second before Visenya snaps her gaze back to the book.

“You know, maybe the two of you should travel together, you’re both so angry, like a pair of old people - you moreso, Geralt.” Jaskier says, his tone similar to that of a spoiled child groaning about not getting its way. “At least Jane cracks a joke and a smile once in a while.” He picks up the wooden bucket, filling it with clean water.

Geralt grunts, glaring at Jaskier, his white hair slick against his face; Visenya just shows Jaskier her middle finger.

Flick. There’s only ten pages of the book left, yet Visenya can’t remember the name of the leads in the story…, or even it’s plot.

“Now, now, stop your boorish grunts of protest.”

Water hits Geralt from above, his hair nearly clean of monster innards as they get washed away from him. The water pooling in the tub ripples, small waves flying out as new water takes its place. Instead of shaking his head, Geralt scrubs at his face, nearly growling as he does so.

“It is one night, body guarding your best friend in the whole wide world, how hard could it be.” Jaskier says, turning around, and tosses the diary rag from his hand onto a bench, before circling around the tub until he’s standing on the opposite side of his previous spot.

“I’m not your friend.”

“Oh, so you normally let strangers rub chamomile on your lovely bottom?” Jaskier’s tone is teasing, a smirk on his lips.

Geralt turns towards Jaskier, arms on the side of the tub, lips set in a thin line with eyes burning like hot coals.

Visenya bites her lip, and despite her desperate attempt to hide the smile that’s pulling at the corners of her mouth, laughter escapes from her tightly pressed lips. Immediately after, she coughs, a fragile and ill attempt to disguise the noise. Even a mute with a bad left eye however would see through the coverup. Jaskier turns and meets Visenya’s gaze, flashing her a wink before looking away.

“Right, that’s what I thought.”

“I thought you were paying Jane to make sure you don’t get stabbed or robbed?” Geralt asks, tone low and raspy.

Flick, eyes scan the book, only retaining every other word carefully written in aged black ink, keen ears intently listening to the conversation.

“I am, and she does a very good job at that. The only wounds I’ve sustained since hiring her are the ones she inflicts onto me. But this isn’t just any old party, my friend. This is a betrothal feast, hosted by the Lioness of Cintra herself! There will be suitors from all over the world, powerful lords vying for the chance at winning the hand of her daughter, who I hear is very beautiful.”

“And?” Geralt asks, raising a single ashen brow.

“And Jane won’t agree to go...but if you go, I’m sure she’ll agree to it!” Jaskier says.

“I’m right here.”

“Yes, reading a book you claim is stupid and frivilous. So pointless, in fact, you haven’t put it down all day.” Jaskier says, turning to face her, a smug grin on his face that’s short lived.

Smack.

The book flies across the room, narrowly avoiding Jaskier’s face by only a few inches. It hits the wall with a resounding thud, pages crinkling as it falls to the ground. Geralt curses under his breath, grip on the wood tightening enough that veins begin to faintly pop out. Jaskier however, remains unphased, simply turning away from her to face Geralt once more.

“Don’t mind her, she's just a bit cranky, she’s been having nightmares I think.” Jaskier says to Geralt, tone nonchalant and even, as if a book wasn’t just thrown at him.

“Shut up.”

Geralt levels his gaze to Visenya, raising both his brows at her, an unspoken question in his eyes.

‘Are you okay?’

She shakes her head, lips in a tight line as she rolls her eyes, not willing to delve into all of her childhood trauma that’s reared its ugly head since that first dream all those nights ago. She’d been successful, nearly all the memories locked away in that same box in the darkest corner of her mind, yet just enough remained to taunt her in her dreams.

Lingering only a second longer, Geralt shifts his eyes back to Jaskier, who bounces on the balls of his feet, watching the two of them as if they were the only entertainment he’s had in weeks.

“How many of these lords want to kill you?”

“Hard to say. One stops keeping track after a while: wives, concubines, mothers - sometimes.”

Both Geralt and Visenya look up at Jaskier, looks of equal incredulousness and annoyance painted on their faces.

“Oh, yes, there’s that face --” Jaskier sits on the small stool that’s pushed up against the tub. “-- scary face. No lord in their right mind would dare come near me with you there!”

Geralt’s jaw clenches just a hair, his eyes twitching ever so slightly that it could be written off as a trick of the light. He reaches over and grabs his mug of ale, bringing it to his lips, but Jaskier intercepts him, pulling the cup away from him as if Geralt was a child.

“Ooo, on second thought, might want to lay off the Cintran ale, a clear head would be best.” Jaskier pats Geralt on the shoulder, stands from the stool and moves towards Visenya.

“A gift for My Lady!” Jaskier exclaims, lowering into a deep bow as he passes Geralt’s mug to Visenya, amber liquid spilling over the brim as he carelessly carries the cup. Face void of any emotion, she grabs the cup...pouring out the entirety of its contents on the ground, far enough away that the liquid won’t touch her feet. Jaskier just huffs, feigning anger as he turns around and moves towards the small vanity pushed up against a wall. He grabs a jacket that’s dark blue, the fit and fabric suited for a party rather than travel, distracting himself by holding it up and then setting it down, only to repeat the cycle.

“I will not suffer tonight sober just because you hid your sausage in the wrong royal pantry. I’m not killing anyone, not over the petty squabbles of men.”

He sets it down a final time, refolding it, and turning back to Geralt.

“Yes, yes, yes, you never get involved. Except you do, all the time.” Jaskier says, huffing as he moves towards Geralt. “Is this what happens when you get old? You get unbelievably cantankerous and crotchety. Actually, I’ve always wanted to know, do Witchers ever retire?”

“Yeah when they’re slow and get killed.” Geralt says, his tone aggressive but lacking the usual ferocity and fire found in it.

“Come on, you must want something for yourself once all this monster hunting nonsense is over with?” Jaskier says, pressing the conversation further and further, fiending for anything Geralt will tell him.

“I want nothing.” Jaskier looks down at his nails, then moves his gaze back to Geralt. He walks forward, leaning down so his elbows rested on the edge of the tub, facing Geralt.

“Well who knows, maybe someone out there will want you.” Jaskier’s eyes flash to Visenya, but she isn’t looking at him, too busy pretending to be occupied.

“I need no one, and the last thing I need is someone needing me.”

“And yet, here we are.”

It's silent, each moment dragging on as the three of them wait for the other to break it. Geralt breaks eye contact, looking left and then right, eyes burning in the dim room.

“Where the fuck are my clothes, Jaskier?” Geralt says, snarling like a rabid animal.

“Oh, I had them taken to be cleaned, they were covered in selkimore guts, but you’re not going to the feast as a Witcher tonight.” Jaskier says, a mischievous glint in his eyes, ever present when Geralt is around it seems.

Geralt opens his mouth,a stinging response on the tip of his tongue, but Jaskier interrupts the words before they can fully form.

“But no need to worry about that.” Jaskier waves his hand, straightening his postures and gliding around the tub, and moving towards Visenya. “Now my dear Jane, will you agree to go with me now that our mighty, heroic Witcher--” Visenya just looks at Jaskier, face hard as stone.

“No. I already told you I’m not going.”

“But why not! Please, your presence is absolutely necessary with me!” Jaskier practically throws himself onto his knees, face like a begging puppy.

“I don’t like parties or weddings or betrothals.” She maintains the facade, not willing to break or show any weakness; cold and unfeeling, anything less and Jaskier will never let it go.

“Why not.”

“Because I was murdered at one.” the words are like oil on her tongue, always just a few seconds from slipping out, but they don’t. She won’t let them. If she says the words out loud, it means they’re real, and if they’re real...she doesn’t know what she’ll do.

“I just don’t.” It’s a lie, but an easy one, one she’s gotten good at telling.

“Leave her alone Jaskier, I’ve already been pulled into your mess, no need to drag Jane into it, I’m sure she’s dealt with her fair share of predicaments, thanks to you.”

“Whatever, I'll have you know all of my messes, both intentional and not, are lovely.” Jaskier tilts his nose into the air, sniffling like an injured child playing into theatrics for attention. “I’ll leave you two grumps to it, maybe you can convince her with a smoldering gaze or something.”

With one last teasing grin towards the both of them, Jaskier quickly exits the room like an actor leaving the stage after a staggering performance. The door closes behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Visenya looks at Geralt, who looks at her, neither moving an inch.

“Jane.”

In that moment, with Geralt saying the fake name she gave herself all those months ago, it makes her realise just how much she misses hearing her real name. And she wonders how it would sound coming out of his mouth, whether the word would be like honey, sweet and smooth, sticking to her brain for the rest of her life. Or would it be harsher, his tongue having difficulty wrapping around the Old Valyrian name she stole from Queen Visenya I, like a petty thief. She remembers how Renfri would say it, somehow making her own name, something she’s heard a million times in her life, like sweet Southern sweets melting in her mouth.

She remembers how...nice it felt, being able to be completely open and honest, when her life has been nothing but deceit and shadows for so long. And she almost breaks, pouring out everything from the moment she came into the world, banishing away the darkness that hung over King’s Landing, screaming and crying as she did. But she doesn’t. Fear claws at her mind, doubts that he would think her crazy or a deranged monster trying to work into his life assaulting her all at once. And it’s dizzying, so much so she nearly faints from the feeling.

“Jane.” Geralt says again, firmer this time, banishing away her inebriating fears and worries, everything clear within a single second.

“Geralt,”

She smirks at him, but it’s awkward and strange, looking more like a grimace than anything.

“You alright?” he asks, and even in the dim light, she can see the lines in his forehead, brows furrowing. And for the second time that day, she considers telling him everything. But the same fears hold her back.

“Aren’t I always?” she tries to joke, her voice going up three octaves as she tries to keep out the heaviness that always seems to follow her.

“Hmm.”

Silence washes over them, unspoken words and questions ricocheting off the walls and making everything feel smaller.

“Thanks for the broach by the way.” Visenya breaks the silence first, motioning towards the broach that’s pinned to the left side of her tunic, hanging above her breast.

“It looks better on you than it did me,” Geralt says, a smile that shows all his shiny white teeth on his face. Visenya nods her head, standing from the bench she perched herself on the moment Jaskier pushed them all into the room. Slowly and calculated, she begins to walk towards Geralt, each footstep ringing in the room until she’s by the tub, sitting on the stool Jaskier previously claimed.

“I know, does wonders for my eyes when the light reflects off the gems,” she teases, crossing her left leg over the right. “It was the least you could do after leaving me to wake up by myself.”

“I didn’t realise you wanted me to stay.” Geralt rebuttals, raising a brow as he waits for her next move.

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, I just wasn’t happy to deal with Jaskier’s prying questions alone. Do you know how many times I had to threaten to stab him, rob him, and then leave him for dead until he shut up? And even now he still makes subtle jokes about it.” Visenya says, rolling her eyes, resting her elbow on the edge of the tub, only a few inches away from Geralt.

“My apologies for leaving you in such a dire situation.” Geralt leans forward, mimicking her light tone.

“For shame Geralt, for shame.”

“Is there anything I could do to make it up to the Lady?” he asks, leaning just a hair closer, and like there’s a magnetic field around him that pulls her to him, begging her to close the gap and feel his steady breaths fanning over her face.

“The broach was a good start.” she replies, trying to not sound as breathless as she feels.

She’s burning, her body all over electrified in a way it hasn’t been since the last time she saw Geralt.

And then it’s suddenly cold, all the warmth being forcibly ripped from her body. The water hits against the tub as Geralt moves back, his body pressed against the other end of the tub, all coy smirk and smug eyes.

Payback for last time it seems.

Visenya rolls her eyes and straightens her back, eager for the flush that covers her body to disappear as quickly as it came.

“Yeah whatever, you're naked and vulnerable, I could take you.” she says, waiting a moment before her eyes widen a fraction, Geralt smirk widening. ‘With my sword, that is. I could stab you with my sword and leave you dead. That’s what I meant, nothing else.”

“Hmm, is that so?” Geralt’s eyes glint with amusement, the candles reflecting like roaring fires in his eyes. He’s beautiful in the dim glow of the flickering flames, skin glistening with droplets of water sticking to his body, further accentuating his rippling muscles and broad shoulders.

“I hate you and Jaskier equally, just so you know.” Visenya says, huffing like a child, rolling her eyes and glancing at the bare wall, eyes tracing over the wooden panels, counting each grain as she does.

“I’m sure. So what’s the real reason you don’t want to go to this feast? Jaskier drags you around to all his other parties, why not go to this one?” Geralt asks. Visenya’s eyes flicker back to Geralt. Her mind is blank, yet brimming with a million different words and phrases that jumble together until she can hardly find any words to speak.

“I guess I’m not a fan of weddings or anything related to them.” is all she can say. “It’s not a big deal, just a weird tick I guess.” She nods her head, trying to make the words seem convincing to both her and Geralt. But it’s impossible to swallow the lump forming in her throat, nearly suffocating as Westeros hits her mind, the calamitous memories physically painful.

“Bad experience?”

Her face still sour from the fight with Robb, nearly breaking her jaw from how tightly she kept it clenched.

Lady Catelyn looking shrewd and nervous, but slowly softening to Talissa and Robb’s relationship.

Everyone celebrating and getting drunk in the room.

“I’ve never been a good dancer,” she says, the words are soft and light, a tentative smile forming on her face.

Robb falling to the ground, like a pincushion for crossbow bolts, choking on his blood despite being dead the second he entered the keep.

The camp burning.

Everyone around her dying.

“And if I promised you wouldn’t have to dance?” Geralt says, leaning towards Visenya.

Her heart dropping when the slaughter started, frozen like a statue in the dead of winter, bolted to the floor and unmoving.

Screams lighting up the room, ricocheting off the walls as they were stabbed, bludgeoned, and strangled.

Greywind locked up outside, unable to help and dying alone, butchered like a pig.

“You seem desperate for my presence there, Geralt of Rivia.” Visenya teases.

The wail that ripped through her throat, leaving her drinking her own blood and tears.

The pit in her stomach as her legs gave out.

Their snears and taunting words as the world grew dark.

“If I have to suffer the night sober, I would prefer good company.” His lips pull into a smirk that’s lopsided, making his left eye crinkle an inch further than the right.

And that little piece of her who wished she had died with the rest of her family 17 years ago.

“And you couldn’t think of anyone else?” Visenya replies with a smile on her face that grows, eyes bright as Westeros and all it’s demons dim, leaning her chin onto the palm of her hand.

“Well I’d bring my horse, but I don’t foresee them allowing Roach into the palace.”

“No, I imagine that wouldn’t go over too well.”

Visenya sighs deeply, closing her eyes as she does, resolve breaking with each passing second that Geralt looks at her.

“Do you think Jaskier would give me any say in my dress?”

The door flings open, crashing into the wooden wall and causing it to shake for a moment.

“Have no fear, My Lady, I’ve already got the perfect one!”

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The water is scalding hot, steam rising from the water and dissipating into the air. But it doesn’t burn, not in the way it should, instead every muscle in her body relaxes the second the it touches her skin. Small waves ripple through the water as her body twists and turns into a comfortable position. A small sigh leaves her mouth, echoing in the smaller room only to be swallowed by the door opening and closing.

“I don’t need help bathing.” Visenya says, weaving annoyance and mild anger in each word.

Just one moment alone would be nice.

“And I’m not here to offer it, I just wanted to quickly discuss a few things,” Jaskier says, completely ignoring any warning signs and moving further into the room.

“And then you’ll be out of my hair?” Visenya says, water splashing out of the tub and onto the floor as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Well funny you should say that, actually…” She doesn’t need to turn around to see how his brows are furrowed, eyes unsure and a touch afraid that Visenya might fly off the handle. He’s never fully learned all her triggers yet, but to be fair, neither has she.

She groans, loudly, sinking as far into the water as much as the tub would physically allow, wishing to be swallowed into an abyss. Always something with the hair, whether it’s pleads to let him style it or to tell him why she keeps dyeing it.

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” Jaskier exclaims, in an attempt to defend himself, feigning innocence he doesn’t possess when it comes to meddling.

“I don’t have to. The answer is still no.” Visenya’s voice is firm and stern, unmovable like a stone wall.

His footsteps echo in the room, the heels on the boots clicking against the wood flooring as he approaches, each step tentative and slow.

“Well that just isn’t acceptable, you won’t even give a gentleman the simple opportunity to--”

“Just tell me what you want so I can tell you no again” Visenya interrupts Jaskier, breathing heavily through her nose.

“Alright, alright, tough crowd--”

“Jaskier!”

“Okay, alright, your hair! I wanted to talk about that.” Jaskier says, voice raising in volume as many octaves it did. “How do I say this while still keeping my life… it looks, well-- like a wild animal lives there and has lived there its whole life.”

The water splashes and ripples as her hand breaks through the stillness, joining the rest of her body beyond her head and the tops of her shoulders underwater. Jaskier holds his breath, waiting for Visenya to either tell him to fuck off or pretend he doesn’t exist at all.

“I know.”

Jaskiers loudly exhales, physically deflating.

“So I was thinking, what if we made it not look like that for the feast? You really should look your best before a monarch.” Visenya turns her head and glares at Jaskier. “I know you dye your hair, heavens know why, so I was just thinking what if you...washed it out.”

“So you want me to wear my natural hair color for the feast?” Visenya clarifies, her voice not indicating anything she’s feeling.

“Yes, exactly!” Jaskier exclaims, tone becoming more jovial and ecstatic, bouncing on his feet as he does.

“No.”

“But--”

“I said no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“I said no Jaskier.” Visenya growls, the edges of the wooden tub crack under the pressure of her grip, splitters getting pushed under her nails.

“Don’t be so dramatic, let’s see what color your roots are--” Jaskier moves closer, hands outstretched, desperate to see the silver hair shining under the dry brown. Visenya grits her teeth, anger pulsing under her skin, mind going white as all the sound in the room silences for a painstakingly long moment.

“I said, no!” The words are piercing and sharp, nearly leaving both of their ears bleeding. The walls shake, the structure of the building itself rejecting the shrill words rolling off of Visenya's mouth. Her eyes flash like fire, burning anything in its wake; it’s dangerous and untamed, wildfire barely contained in two eyes.

Her hand flies up in the air, palm nearly meeting Jaskier’s cheek, but he manages to duck out of the way, stepping back far enough to avoid the slap, the residual heat radiating from her hand nearly singeing his hair. With wide eyes, baby blues watching her with bewilderment and a small tinge of something else- something she never wants him or anyone else to ever look at her with again.

Fear.

Visenya inhales sharply, simply staring at her own hand with dazed eyes. It’s still hot, she’s still hot. The previously scalding water that had begun to cool, heats up again with a vengeance, boiling wildly around her. Small beads of sweat form at her temple, the room growing smaller with each sharp breath Jaskier takes.

“I’ll just-- I’ll just leave you to it, just… forget I asked, I guess,” he says, the words jumbling and melting together, nearly disappearing into the wooden walls that seem to close in.

Click.

Just as quickly as he entered the room, he exits, leaving behind nothing but the faint smell of his perfume and hair styling product. The room is silent, unbearably so. Visenya turns, water languidly splashing, her back facing the door as she stares at the bare wall, eyes glazing as she attempts to focus on every small detail of the wood. Her mind is blank, yet at the same time it’s a storm, ferociously raging in her head, until her ship is pulled under, thoughts drowning her.

“Fuck!” The palm of her hand smacks against the water, a barrage of droplets sticking to the sweat beads. A growl of anger and frustration leaves her mouth as she thrusts her hands forward, creating a wave that forces a large amount of water to spill onto the ground, forming a small puddle of anger and guilt.

Regret weighs heavily on her, like wearing a suit of full plate in the middle of the ocean. She shouldn’t have snapped at Jaskier that way, she wishes she hadn’t. He’s just trying to help, to pull Visenya out of this hole she’s happily buried herself in, clawing at the dirt with perfectly manicured hands and a velvet outfit, humming a sweet melody as he digs. She’d yelled before: threatened to hurt him in every way imaginable, screamed so loud her voice nearly vanished. She’d smacked his chest and shoulders under the guise of seriousness with a sly smirk playing on the corner of her lips. And he took it in stride, laughing it off with a charming smile and a witty quip, bouncing back instantaneously, because she never fully knocked him down.

She tries to believe this isn’t any different, that she’ll walk out of this room, only to be bombarded by Jaskier’s incessant teasing. But no amount of rose-tinted lenses can bury her in that delusion, because this time is different. She could see the way he looked at her, the way he crumbled under the fire in her eyes and rage simmering under her skin.

Her fury in that moment was harsh, but true, and very much directed at him with intent to harm. All because he wanted to see her hair. How could he ever understand that it’s more than that to her. How does she explain how the same silver strands that crown her a Targaryen princess, something that marked her a paragon of her ancestors, but a pariah to the living. She’d never be able to explain how it was the one unmistakable trait that marked her as the daughter of the man who stole away Winterfell’s princess, staining her a traitor to all of Westeros.

No one here knows who House Targaryen was or what her ancestors did -- both horrible and great. And maybe it’s better that way. To wipe her home and family name out of her memories, drown Westeros and all the hurt and pain and misery that came with it until she can’t remember anything prior to Blaviken.

Because what did they achieve, what did any of them really achieve? Aegon the Conqueror along with Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen formed the Seven Kingdoms. They brought war and then peace, only for that to be lost 300 years later due to the madness of a single man, that apparently bled into his eldest son.

With Fire and Blood, they took what they wanted and bathed the rest in dragon fire as they reigned calamity upon their enemies. Some were kind and fair, but most were cruel and callous, seeing themselves higher than the rest because their eyes shone like amethysts with hair threaded from silver.

What did being the daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen ever give her, except for despair at the loss of the family he abandoned to the whims of a madman. What did being the granddaughter of the Mad King Aerys give her, beyond the crippling fear that would leave her awakening in the darkest part of the night covered in sweat, fears that she’d descend to that same madness that haunted him. That she’d lose the ability to control her own mind until she was put down like a dog, something Robert Baratheon would’ve done happily as the people whispered ‘What a shame she went mad.’

What did being a Targaryen ever really bring her if not scars and lingering ghosts?

The last time she fully embraced her blood, standing as tall and regal as a Targaryen should, how she believed they would, she burned down half a village.

No, it’s better this way.

Even if it’s just hair.

She sinks further into the boiling water, breathing in the steam like the smoke from a fire, praying and hoping she would just disappear. She continues down until her shoulders and underwater, then her neck, until the back of her head touches the bottom of the tub, eyes closed as her water floats around her face. And surrounded by the boiling water, washing away the day and all her mistakes, salty tears leave her eyes, being swept away into the water.

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#geralt of rivia #geralt imagine #geralt fanfic #geralt x reader #Geralt #the last dragon #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones crossover #the witcher crossover #house targaryen #targaryen!reader #targaryen!oc #Jaskier

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claudemblems · 4 years

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Hi, I hope you're doing well, are requests still open? If yes, then could you write about Yuri celebrating his s/o's birthday? My birthday is soon lol, if not then just ignore this question. Take care~ uwu

Hello, friend! I kind of went overboard with this request because I had so much fun writing it hehe :3 It’s kind of really long and I included the other Ashen Wolves, so it’s not completely Yuri-centered, but I still hope that you enjoy it. Please let me know if you want me to rewrite this with just Yuri. I hope you have a wonderful birthday! <3

Yuri Celebrating Reader’s Birthday | Headcanons

As a certified honorary Ashen Wolf and Yuri’s beloved s/o, Hapi, Constance, and Balthus are determined to throw you an elaborate surprise birthday party. You’ve grown so close with them over the past year at Garreg Mach that it only feels natural for them to shower you with love and attention for one of the most important days of the year!

Yuri isn’t really a fan of the idea of a grand party. He prefers to keep things more lowkey, and he knows that you’re the same way.

He truly appreciates his friends’ sentiment; it warms his heart that they’ve come to cherish you so much. But he also knows that those three trying to all work together to make a surprise party on the fly is a disaster waiting to happen.

He tried to persuade them that they didn’t need to make such a huge deal about it, but all of them yelled at Yuri and wondered how he “wasn’t enthusiastic about your special day”.

When your birthday approaches, Yuri greets you as usual, but you can see an extra gleam of affection in his eyes. He might even kiss your hand and shoot you a smirk just to see that beautiful pink hue on your cheeks.

Although the day is mostly like any normal day in Garreg Mach, after classes are finished, Yuri asks you to accompany him somewhere. He’s actually about to bring you to the surprise party planned by the trio of chaos that he’s dreading. He can’t help but think about everything that could go wrong.

However, Yuri is taken by surprise when he enters the grand hall and no one is there. Instead, the two of you are led on a little “treasure hunt”.

You follow the clues placed in envelopes that bring you to specific locations. Each location has some sort of special meaning behind it. Like when you’re brought to the library where you first helped Constance with a magical experiment—and also saved her from blowing the place up.

Each place has a gift from each of the Ashen Wolves. Balthus bought you a silver bracelet with some gold he’d been saving up; Hapi bought you some coffee beans and tea leaves that you’d been wanting to try; Constance bought you a new teapot and a box of your favorite pastries. Yuri just smiles and watches as you open each gift. His friends still found a way to go above and beyond without actually going over the top.

The last place you visit is the Goddess Tower, and you and Yuri are surprised to see not a single soul is guarding it. So, Yuri leads you up the stairs until your eyes land on a beautiful set up.

A basket of sweets is placed on top of a large blanket. Candles are placed around the room, their dim light mixing with the golden hues of the setting sun. You can’t help but stare in awe.

Yuri’s face blushes red when he realizes his friends did this not only for you, but for him, as well. They wanted him to have a peaceful evening with you, to celebrate your special day without anyone to interrupt the two of you.

You and Yuri take a seat and quickly dig into the sweets, watching the sun set upon the monastery. You’re practically glowing as you talk about your gifts and how the Ashen Wolves have made something as simple as your birthday so meaningful and special. Yuri can’t help but stare at the pure joy on your face. Seeing you so happy is all he could ever ask for.

It’s then that he takes you by the hand, his cheeks tinted pink as he pours his heart out to you. He tells you how much he loves and cherishes you, and how he’s so glad to have found someone that loves him for who he is despite all the unjust things he’s done.

Then he hands you the most beautiful hair pin you’ve ever seen. The piece is encrusted with jewels and cherry blossom flowers that look so real you have to touch them to know that they aren’t. You can barely fathom that you’re holding something so delicate and lavish in your hands.

That’s when you start questioning Yuri about how much it cost, saying that this looks far too expensive and that you can’t accept such an extravagant gift. Yuri can only shake his head as he admits this whole time he’s been with you, he’s been saving up to buy you something for your birthday. The cost doesn’t matter to him. He didn’t buy it because he thought you only deserve something expensive. He bought it because he was immediately reminded of you when he saw it. Now it’s yours, and you can do whatever you want with it.

You bashfully ask Yuri to help put it in your hair, and he can barely hold back the urge to tease you. He’s melting at your sweet expression. Splurging on that gift for you was definitely worth it just to see that look on your face.

When it’s placed in your hair, Yuri stares at you in awe. The words “you look absolutely beautiful” just tumble out of his mouth, and you’re even more of a mess than before.

To finish off your special day, Yuri gives you your birthday kiss that’s so sweet and tender you wish you could just stay like that with him forever.

When you meet again five years later for the class reunion, the Ashen Wolves will be celebrating your birthday like this again. Instead of getting a hair pin from Yuri, however, you might be surprised to see a little black box holding a ring inside.

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem three houses headcanons #three houses headcanons #Yuri Leclerc #yuri x reader #yuri leclerc x reader #claudemblems writes

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mommymooze · 3 years

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Mighty Morfis Power Mage

Yuri X Reader story

You had followed your friends Merci, Annie and Lorenz to Garreg Mach. You had gotten to know everyone in the Blue lions and Golden Deer pretty well.

Magically you are not as good as Lysithia or Annette but you can hold your own. In sword fighting Felix could take you out in a heartbeat. With a lance you are on par with Sylvan, which is not saying too too much, but you are okay. You had started in the Blue Lions, close to the end of the year you were finally persuaded by Professor Byleth to join the Golden Deer.

When the war happened, your parents freaked out and took you back to Morfis. You wrote letters to all of your friends, but most didn’t have the time to write back. They had a war going on you know! Claude and Hilda would send a word back here and there, keeping you informed about your fellow Deer.

But come hell or high water you are determined to make it back for the five year reunion. You kiss the ground when you hit Fodlan territory, meeting up with Hilda and then heading to the monastery. It is thrilling to be fighting again. Being away for five years doesn’t matter much, you are right back in the middle of the fray throwing spells and causing hell. Coming up on the bandits, you cast your spell, bringing a bow made of pure magical force into existence, complete with magic arrows. Drawing back your bowstring, an arrow is nocked. You aim and release, striking a thief with deadly magical force, killing him instantly. Five years of intense spell development at the Morfis Advanced Magic University pays off. (MAMU, OI!!!)

Hilda grins at you. “I am so glad you are back.”

The two of you move toward Ignatz and Raphael, joining up with them. As the battle goes on, the group gets bigger and bigger until you notice that all of the Golden Deer are reunited. The last of the bandits defeated, a cheer goes up amongst the old gang and everyone is hugging and happy to see each other once again.

“(Y/N)!” Claude yells, getting your attention. His arms are open wide to welcome you with a great big hug. “You are looking awesome. I think you’ve kicked your magic up a notch or two.” He says with a grin.

You run the few steps over to Claude and pull him into a big hug, then you stand back and take a good look. “Pompoms? Cute! You have certainly filled out, you handsome devil.” You smile back at him, giving a fake punch to his chin. You were so excited to see Professor Byleth you almost knocked her over with your enthusiastic hug.

Everyone is chatting and filling in the blanks of the last five years as they reacquaint themselves. Within a week everyone has found a place to stay that works for them, they’ve cleaned up and have the kitchen functioning, and things begin to settle a bit. Nobody has heard from the Ashen Wolves and you feel anxious, not sure if they survived this long or if they’ve abandoned Abyss.

Finding a few minutes to yourself you head up to the second floor and before you know it you find yourself in the library, looking at the books with a new light in your eyes. Some books you had not seen here before have also shown up. Those books hoarded in certain students rooms (Hubert, Linhardt :cough:) have been returned to the shelves. Still not finding everything that you are looking for, you recall there’s one more library to check out. You gather your courage and decide to finally head over to Abyss. It is quiet here. You don’t see anyone as you silently make to your destination.

The disorganized chaos that is the Shadow Library of Abyss stands before you. Books could be found anywhere on any shelf. They are arranged by ‘first hole found on a shelf stuff book in’ order. Another problem is that the cover may say one subject, and the real contents of the book may be completely different. After a short while you are surrounded by several stacks of books when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“You’re back, eh?” A low sultry voice comes from the doorway, causing you to leap to your feet knocking over a stack of books next to you.

You run over to the tall man giving him a hug. “I am so happy to see you. How are you? How is everyone?” you ask him as your left hand slides down his arm, fingers reaching around his hand to hold it in yours.

“Everyone is…good.” He says, trying to read the look on your face, deciphering why you won’t look him in the eyes.

You let go of his hand as Balthus barges into the room. The big lug grabs you, holding you tightly against his chest. “Hey cutie! Glad you’re back in town!” you can feel his chest vibrating with every word as he nearly squeezes the life out of you.

“Good. Leggo.” You squeak as he finally loosens his grip so that you can breathe again.

“Finally decided to come back to us eh? What brings you down here?” Balthus asks

“Psychokinetic escutcheon” you casually respond.

“Uh sure.” He says scratching his head. “More of that deep magic stuff, huh.”

“Exactly.” You grin.

“Well, if you have the time, meet up for a couple of drinks. We all need to catchup with each other.“ he grins, scratching the back of his head.

“You got it, big guy.” You smile as Balthus leaves.

“So what have you been doing, friend? It’s been 5 years.” Yuri asks with a really good poker face.

You cast a telekinesis spell that allows you to grab stacks of books to put them back on shelves, clearing a path to walk around. “Right after the war started, my parents freaked out. Took me from here and dragged me back to Morfis. Morfis is nothing but a bunch of lazy and chickenshit mages. Why fight when you can hide is their philosophy. So I was dragged back and hit the studies hard. The only reports we would get in would be how devastating everything was, everything was burning or blown up. Making my parents even more protective of me. I did learn quite a bit. Rearranged some of their defensive spells to work in other ways. Hopefully I will have some surprises for the Empire should they attack. Anyway, took me forever to find a way away from them, get on a boat, back to Fodlan and finally here. “

“So you’ve crossed continents and countries, just to find yourself crawling around down here in Abyss?” Yuri smirks.

“Yeah, why not?” you chuckle. “Everyone here has helped me so much. I feel like I owe all of you my life. I know I owe you, you’ve saved me from my own stupid actions in battle, jumping in without thinking.”

Yuri stands with fake shock across his face. “You are an imposter! What have you done with (y/n)? She would never admit to being wrong!”

You laugh at him. “Hey, I can mature a bit you know. Realize I made mistakes, I was reckless. I’m working on being better in the defense category. Being responsible and there for all of my dear friends and loved ones.” You blush.

“I’m happy to have a few minutes with you alone, once Constance catches wind that you are here, I probably won’t see either of you for weeks.” The purple haired man tilts his head, taking in the changes in your appearance since he had last seen you.

“Well, we can talk now for a bit before she finds me, eh?” You snicker, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“Do what you want. I just came here for a good book.” He grabs a book off the shelf and turns to leave.

You look crushed. You’ve missed everyone for so long and fought hard to get here for this? To have him treat you like chump change? You turn away and sit on one of the stacks of books you had piled around you. Unfortunately, your stacking was not as straight as it could be, suddenly you are tumbling over before you know it. You throw your hands above your head waiting for it to smack against the bannister.

Instead you are caught in Yuri’s strong arms and lifted up against his broader than before chest.

“Changed my mind. Now I have something better to take back with me.” Yuri says as he carries you out of the library.

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This started as a oneshot. Then my daughter saw the title and wants me to write for all of the Mighty Morfis Power Mages/Rangers/Idunno. I am torn.

BLue: Dimitri Lion

Yellow: Claude, Deer

Red: Edelgard, Eagle

Green: Flayn, Fish

Purple: Yuri Wolf

It would probably be best to start something new if I go there.

This story could continue on its own. Who knows.

#FE3h #fe3h x reader #fe16 #Yuri Leclerc #fire emblem three houses #feth

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cayde-6 · 3 years

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@pretty-meekish I have done you question thing.

Guardians name: Atlas

Age: 26

Race: Human

Call signs/alias: N/A

Pronouns: He/him

Class: Titan

Preferred subclass(es): Solar

Ghost's name: Drachen

Their Vanguard: Zavala

Fireteam name: Last Words

Fireteam teammates: Faire, Deimos, Ruin-1, Ardyn-2

Favorite legendary weapon: D1: The Devil you know. D2: The Vow

Favorite exotic weapon: D1: Patience and

Time/Gjallarhorn. D2: Ace of Spades/Sweet Business

Favorite exotic armor: D1: Sunbreakers Mark. D2: Armamentarium

Favorite ornament armor set: Virtuous set (Season of Dawn's set)

Favorite weapon ornament: Last Hand/Salute to the Colonel/Big Blind

What stats do they focus on: Resilience and Recovery

Are they offense, defence, or support: All three but mainly offense, he switches around if the situation calls for him to do so.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Close so he can punch things and set them on fire.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": Upfront and Aggressive, he's a Titan.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Strikes although if Mayhem is in then he's heading for that.

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): A solar Titan named Chad Lucky

What ship do they have: Saint's Invocation with Reflection Effects for the transmats effect. Shader is Lighthouse Sun.

What is their Sparrow: Atlas Runner

Favorite Ghost shell: Tie between Kill Tracker Ghost, Kitbash Shell, and Atlas Shell.

(Although I do own the irl Kill Tracker Ghost so he leans towards this one, but Kitbash's description is a mood.)

Favorite shader: Sulfur Burnish (it's from D1 and I am too lazy to Google it)

Favorite color: Colors of fire

Favorite food: Apples

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): N/A

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Rasputin by Bobby Farrell and this is only because he likes to blast it to annoy everyone or he knows others will start singing it.

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): Shaxx's area

Favorite NPC(s): Shaxx, Zavala, Ikora, Cayde-6, Saint-14, Osiris, Banshee-44, Amanda, Lord Saladin, Lady Efrideet, Failsafe, Asher, Eva, Tyra, Arcite, KADI 55-30.

Favorite patrol location: Nessus

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Sleep, his husband Shaxx, his friends, his Ghost, his Sparrow, when someone finally calls him a veteran. (I missed the transfer date by 3 months and I still am angry that I missed it.

Least favorite food: Rhubarb (My dad and his dad hate it so decided to give him it)

Least favorite shader: Anything related to his enemies and the Reef/Dreaming City, EX Reefmade.

Least favorite patrol location: Europa

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): N/A

Least favorite NPC(s): The Sovs, The Brays, Executor Hideo, Brother Vance, The cult of Osiris, Variks.

Least favorite weapon ornament: All In, this is because it makes the Ace look like a completely new gun.

Least favorite ornament armor set: Legatus, Valkyrian, Hardy's.

Least favorite legendary weapon: (I really haven't thought of it.)

Least favorite exotic weapon: Any of them that people use to be dicks in Crucible like Jöttun because that means he only gets kills if he uses those guns.

Least favorite exotic armor: Ashen Wake

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): The Sovs, The Brays, Executor Hideo, being awake, anyone being rude to his loved ones. (Looking at you Drifter)

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: Clean and tidy as they live with Shaxx.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): A T-shirt and black pants along with basketball shoes. [Literally what I wear]

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Sewing, crocheting, knitting, reading.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Atlas's Wild Ride

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): Old America

What were they wearing when they were reborn: Gold and red shirt, black pants and basketball shoes.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Complete confusion

What was their reaction to their first rez: "What the absolute fuck!"

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Friendlies

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Fireteam Hide and Reap. They're mine but I don't really feel like going into detail with all 6 members.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: He only knows that he entered a death trap so others could escape the Fallen.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life momentos): Since he was holding up a gate in the death trap his Ghost decided to give him the name Atlas due to how similar he looked to the pictures of the ancient Greek Titan.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some quotes or passages from their book: "I punched an echo of Oryx to death!"

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Warlord Shaxx

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: No

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: "That's huge!"

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: No but I am part of one.

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): N/A

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: "Hang in there my fellow Guardian."

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: I honestly don't feel like doing this one.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): Drifter and Spider, he hates both but understands he needs them to do things.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: "I was unwillingly brought back from the dead so I'll use whatever power I please."

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: N/A

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: N/A

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO HIT HIM WITH MY HAMMER, JUST STAY FUCKING DEAD!"

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: He went to the Farm and made or fixed clothes as well as class items.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Bird grandpa 1.0 needs to go see his husband Bird grandpa 2.0 for love.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Who doesn't love Creepy space mom!

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: SPACE VODKA MOM I MISS YOU!

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Space mom is very deadly, she needs sleep and relaxation

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Space dad is deadly too, he also needs sleep and relaxation.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Bird grandpa 2.0 please go hug Bird grandpa 1.0!

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Wolf Grandpa!

Lady Efrideet, part time Iron Banner handler, Guardian hippie, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Wolf Grandma will throw Titans at you if she's angry!

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: MY HUSBAND!

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: This is my begrudgingly adopted son who I co-parent with Faire.

Shaw Han, random Hunter vendor for the Cosmodrome: This is my dumb son I adopted.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: "Fuck off or I'll kill you with fire!"

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: Fucky, Fucky, Fucky you!

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: Fucky, Fucky, fucky you. Also SHAXX IS MINE NOW SO FUCK OFF, I'M A GOD SLAYER AND I FUCKING PUNCHED ORYX TO DEATH!

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: "I didn't trust you in the Reef but now I hate you for the Prison riot and not just because Cayde died, the Scorn are unholy creatures that shouldn't have been able to be created."

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: "You try anything and I WILL END YOU!"

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: "Ew a Bray."

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: "YOU BETTER STAY FUCKING FROZEN!"

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: "WHY DON'T YOU STAY DEAD!"

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: "Well shit."

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:

"Hang in there and don't do anything that will make my unstable ass come after you because YOU WILL DIE. Also for the love of the Light RESPECT THE ELDER GUARDIANS LIKE ZAVALA OR IKORA!"

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River was lying in the bed awaiting her wife who was still working at the table . She looked over to see the spy mistress with a quill in hand reading a document and signing another. Since the announcement of their pregnancy she had been working harder. River had taken bed rest at the end but she was missing her wife’s arms around her and the cute little chats with the baby bump. “Darling?” She asked. She watched her a moment and shook her head “Xenia" She said finally.

Xenia seemed to snap out of it putting quill and paper down going over “What is it my sweet are you having contractions?” she asked worried. River seen bags under her eyes. “I simply miss you please lay with me we need attention" She stated. Xenia smiled as she carefully got in their bed and pulled her close. Two arms wrapped around her waist, one arm on the bump and the last around her shoulders. “I'm sorry my sweet girls I am simply trying to finish the last of our work before you give birth" She said pressing a sweet kiss to her temple. River smiled “I know darling but you need sleep as well. You wouldn’t want to fall asleep during the delivery now would you?” She asked. She chuckled “Of course not, I haven’t been this happy since I heard you were pregnant my sweet" She said.

Xenia rubbed small patterns into the bump smiling “Our little princess" Xenia said in a dreamy voice. River laughed “Yes our little princess" She said. River could remember the day she found out that she was indeed pregnant she remembered when she told Xenia that night. That was the last night Xenia had slept a full nights sleep. She had started to move meeting and things that were less important aside. She had also tightened security wherever they went or even in the castle. River closed her eyes “Are you ready for our little princess?” She asked. She could see Xenia smile “So very ready, I thought I had lost a dream, a chance" She spoke fondly “But soon we will be mothers I feel our little princess will come soon" She said. Xenia gently shifted and kissed the bump “Momma cant wait to see you and teach you so much" She said.

River smiled she could see and hear the love as Xenia talked to the bump and that made her the happiest. Xenia talked to the bump for close to an hour before she returned back to her position. River was close to falling asleep as she was held and comfortable. River awoke in pain and the bottom of the bed wet she knew what was happening she was going into labor “Xenia the baby is coming" She said as she looked to the table where she knew her wife was. Xenia looked up this was the moment they were waiting for what they had prepared for; For the spy mistress she felt sluggish like she couldn’t comprehend what was just said. When it did register a second later she jumped “Ruelle the baby is coming! Fetch the midwife” She called. She was over in an instant to River holding her hand.

Many hours later and through a lot of screaming and gritted teeth the cry of a baby came from the room. The gathered royals outside were celebrating the small cry Ruelle was keeping them at bay and telling them that the queens needed rest and that they should and would come back later. Inside the room River was propped up with so many pillows. Xenia had never left her side. The midwife had cleaned the baby and wrapped her in a blanket being so careful bringing her over to her mother’s. Xenia moved out of the way as she was transferred to River.

River smiled looking down at their daughter. Her ashen colored skin was beautiful her ears were like hers right now they were small and pointy. She also had four arms and she had a hand full of little red hair. “Our sweet Belladonna" River said softly as their child was quiet. Xenia was at a loss for words. “Dear please come sit hold our baby" She said. Xenia went to the side of the bed and sat with River and their child. Xenia watched as River started to hand her over being so careful. Xenia took her making sure Belladonna was properly supported. The spy mistress was at a loss of words as she held their precious daughter.

Sixteen years later Xenia was watching their daughter while River made last minute preparations on a surprise gift for their daughter’s sixteenth birthday. Belladonna was writing something in her journal which Xenia knew she wrote in code and not even the spy mistress could crack it. “Bella darling come outside get some fresh air. Maybe we can go to the summer districts for a walk?” She asked. Belladonna looked up her eyes had black scarlet with Rivers green iris. “Alright" she said as she put the quill down and closed the ink well.

She took the small journal and closed it putting the leather cord around it and putting it in her black bag standing. Xenia knew something was on their child mind but what that was she was unsure. As they left the palace she noticed how quiet she was. “My sweet beautiful girl what is wrong you have barely spoke any today?” She asked. Her motherly instincts wanted to know what was bothering her child. But the spy mistress was not one to pry she valued privacy and that was included in her child. Belladonna was quiet “Its nothing” She said softly. There was a lot going on in her mind but she did not want to voice it. She knew how both of her mothers could be they were fiercely protective of her. Xenia nodded as she walked she was displeased that her daughter said nothing. She wanted to tell her what bothered her like she did when she was young.

Belladonna had grown quiet through the years speaking less and less and on top of that staying in her room. The others said it was normal for a teenager to do that. But the spy mistress knew better something was bothering her. Even River had brought it up which worried her. “Are your friends coming to your celebration?” She asked. “I didn’t invite them I didn’t invite anyone" She said. This made the spy mistress frown even more “My sweet beautiful girl tell me what bothers you so?” She asked. Xenia was concerned for their daughter more so then usual. Xenia watched as their daughter disappeared using magic “Bella?” She asked. She could hear running and then nothing.

Panic started to enter her mind as she went running listening but couldn’t hear her foot steps anymore. Xenia had Ruelle try to track her as she informed the guards about her running off as she went to the Autumn district to tell her wife who probably already knew. Xenia felt horrible what had she said or done that had upset her daughter so bad. As she went into the establishment. She seen River who was upset with a guard. She swiftly walked over to her with a frown on her face. “Xenia what happened?” She asked. Xenia shrugged “Something is bothering her I tried to get it put of her but she used her magic and ran off" She said “I have everyone looking for her. Including the spiders" She said. River could see the concern and worry on her wife’s face.

She put a hand on her cheek “Its not your fault darling" She reassured her. “She ran off on me it is so my fault" She said. Xenia was showing her vulnerable side which was rare and normally happened in their room. Belladonna was outside the gates of the city and in the forest. She sat there crying her arms around herself. She hated to show emotion she felt it weak and she hated that. She cried so hard she hated her life she hated it all. She wish she could disappear forever. Belladonna hated how she looked and her mother always called her their sweet beautiful child. She heard other talk about her unnatural appearance how they whispered in the shadows when no one was around. She had no friends well no one her age she had her Aunts Piama and Ruelle, and uncle Lyris. The only friend she truly had was Amara but she was captain of the royal guard. She just wanted something or someone who wanted to be around her. She got up and went further into the forest she had no idea where she was headed or going but anywhere but back at the palace was better. She eventually found a river with a small waterfall and sat there she looked at her tear stained cheeks and growled weak. She was weak and she hated it.

Xenia and River were worried it had been several hours and no news from anyone. Xenia paced the hall of the Inn she wanted to find her but knew she just couldn’t . The door opened and it was Amara “We have picked up a scent that leads out of the city we are going to search immediately I wanted to inform you two if you wanted to come along. Xenia looked up “I am done waiting, River stay here just in case she returns" She said. “No if she is not back yet she will not come back, Xenia she’s run away" She said softly sadly.

Belladonna sat at the river she had no idea where she was but enjoyed the silence. She was sitting at a large boulder her pack near it looking at the water. That was until she heard something rummaging in her bag. She looked over seeing a wolf pup or she thought it was it was strange looking she watched it for a moment longer before it pulled its head out of the bag with its prize a wrapped meat pie. Belladonna giggled “Are you hungry little one?” She asked softly the pup seemed to look at her as it dug at the wrapping of it. The pup was black with white spots in its fur. Belladonna smiled as it started to whine. She took the wrapping off the pie. The pup seemed excited as she gave the pie to it. The pup sat down as it started to eat. Belladonna knew a lot about animals plants many things. The pup should have been near its den but she hadn’t passed any.

She could also tell it was very hungry and she grabbed her bag pulling out a meat stick and unwrapped it as well as she put it down for the pup. The pup finished the pie fast and looked at the meat stick smelling it. They picked it up and went over to Belladonna getting in her lap chewing on it. She smiled she adored this pup she started to relax again as she looked out to the water seeing her image. She had long red hair like her mother with white and purple streaks. She frowned she hated her hair, she hated her arms. But most of all she hated her eyes. She hated that she was a princess she hated that she had no one. Then again why would anyone want to be around her she was a freak, she knew all kinds of things about stars, plants, poison, fighting, alchemy and magic. She looked at her long hair and growled “I hate everything about you, you weak freak" She said as she took a dagger out of her bag and pulled her hair back. The dagger was sharp and she pulled her hair though it. The once long hair that almost reached her waist was now to her shoulders. She looked at herself and closed her eyes she felt a little better but wanted to get ride of everything that reminded her of home.

River was worried what if Belladonna was hurt or gone forever. Xenia put a hand on her shoulder as they rode together in a carriage as Amara flew ahead with the dogs. “I know that face she is safe. Remember Ruelle would not teach her the magic if she had not perfected it. I am certain Ruelle is with her" She said. River nodded “That does make me feel better" She said softly. She wanted to know what turmoil plagued their daughter to make her run away though. She was thinking when she felt the carriage abruptly stop. Xenia opened the door and they saw Amara land “A storm is approaching hopefully we are not far I fear if we lose her scent we could be searching for days” Xenia was not listening as a small spider crawled up to her. “Bring the dogs back we are getting her she is close" She said. River looked at her then seen the small spider and was thankful. “My queen of course would you like an me to follow?” She asked. Xenia knew that Belladonna was close to Amara and she nodded “Maybe you deescalate the situation find out what I did wrong?” She said softly. As River and Xenia exited the carriage she smiled “Ruelle is she far?” Xenia asked. “No mistress Xenia she is just up the path at the waterfall though I will warn you she has cut her hair and is still in shambles" She said appearing next to Amara. Both mothers frowned and looked at one another should they send Amara in or themselves first. They both seemed to be weighing the option.

“My queen let me go ahead Ruelle can follow and come back to you as I calm her get her to open up" She said. River nodded “Please take all the time you need" She said softly. Xenia was having a hard time but also nodded she was still trying to figure out how to approach this without causing Belladonna to turn from them even more. The spy mistress felt bad she had not seen this coming. Amara walked ahead coming to the river seeing her sitting at the large boulder. She came a little closer knowing the young princess must be in her own mind for normally she would hear her coming. “I see you have a new look princess it suits you" She spoke as she sat near another boulder. Belladonna jumped and the pup woke jumping off growling at Amara. Belladonna rubbed it’s back “Its alright it just Amara" She said bringing the pup back on her lap.

“You will miss your party princess.” Amara said. She watched as Belladonna laughed “No one would miss me though maybe my mother’s and my aunt’s and uncle but that’s it.” She said flatly as she pet the pup. “What’s wrong, you can tell me you seem to be in a lot of thought" She said . Belladonna looked down “I have no real friends just people who want to be around me because I’m the princess. I’m not beautiful either like mothers’ call me” She said closing her eyes. “ I’m just wasted space a freak of nature…. I wish I had never been born" She said. “I remember they day your mother announced she was pregnant with you both were so happy I never saw Xenia smile so big or be so happy. They love you so much and so do your aunts and uncle.” She said. Belladonna nodded “I just want a real friend a real chance to find love…. I wish I was different I wish I looked like someone normal. The royals some of them I hear their teasing laughing at me because of my looks.” She replied sadly “I don’t feel beautiful I feel ugly” She said. Amara frowned “ You know both of your mothers have hard times over their looks. Your mama over her ears and your mother because of her race. But dear you are beautiful you are so smart and charming. Dear you are unique and you should take pride in that there is no normal everyone is unique in their own way.” She said. Belladonna nodded “I bet they are furious at me" She said softly. “They are concerned and worried but furious they are not shall I fetch them?” She asked. Belladonna bit her lip “I suppose" She said as she kept her head down. Amara nodded as she pat her back as she left. She passed the queens who were concerned.

Xenia and River sat next to their daughter each one on one side. Xenia could see Belladonna struggling with her emotions. Until she just let out a sob and buried her face with her hands. Oh how that hurt both of them seeing their daughter like this. River pulled her close and Belladonna buried her head into her chest hugging her. “I’m sorry mama I I’m sorry" She just cried harder. Xenia put two hands on her back “I’m sorry I upset you Bella please forgive me?” She spoke softly. Xenia was almost scared to speak afraid that what ever was bothering her would make it worse. “It wasn’t you mother, I’m sorry I’m crying I’m trying to hold it together. I’m trying to be strong" Belladonna spoke. Xenia then realized what it was “My sweet girl you are strong so very strong. It is good to show emotions that was one thing your mama taught me" She said rubbing her back softly. River hummed softly “Tell us what is wrong?” She said stroking her daughters head. “I just want to be strong like both of you. I want people who want to be around me for me and not because I’m a princess" She cried hiccupping.

“I want the royals to quite whispering and making fun of my looks" She cried harder. When Xenia heard that it seemed her blood boiled how dare they talk about her looks she was beautiful she was charming and she was sweet when she was with people she trusted. River felt her own blood boil the thing she had come to accept because of Xenia had been how different she was how unique she was. Xenia thought a moment “You have always been my sweet beautiful girl. That will never change, you are unique yes but your appearance should not matter it is what is in your heart. You have a beautiful heart you care for your peers and you are brilliant. When I was your age I was not as smart but you have a knack for learning and doing that is rare" She spoke rubbing small patterns into her back. Xenia had an idea a strange one but an idea. “ Bella what if we let you do as you want for a few months find out who you want to be. Go to parties you want to and escape being a Princess for a while??” She said softly. Belladonna let out a laugh “What would the royals think, letting me run around with my actions" She said. “I for one do not care what they think. My sweet girl you need a chance to grow and be you. To find the what makes you proud" She said.

Belladonna looked up at her “Really you will let me?” She asked then looked at River. River nodded “If that is what you wish you will get it" She said. “I just want to wear clothes I like. I want to be able to go and come as I please without a horde of guards just little things" She replied “Will you come home?” River asked. “Are you two mad?” Belladonna asked in a small voice. “No darling we were upset you left not mad. Please come to us if something is bothering you. Bottling it up does nothing but make you feel miserable" River spoke softly as she rubbed her daughters head. “I’m sorry" She said as she stood up her mothers did as well as they started the walk back. The pup following her “It seems we have a new addition to the family" Xenia spoke. Belladonna looked at her mother “Really?” She asked. River smiled “They will be your responsibility but yes “ She said.

They sat in the carriage “Mama?” She asked softly. River smiled “Yes dear?” she said softly. “ Can the party happen at the palace, I mean it’s just going to be us and my aunt’s and uncles possibly Amara.” She spoke. “Yes if that’s what you want dear" She said softly. Belladonna nodded it was “I’m sorry I know how you wanted to have it in the inn autumn quarter but there just a few of us" She said. “Darling that is fine though I do propose that you take a nap when we get home we can so I can move things around" She said. Belladonna nodded a nap did sound good.

When they arrived Belladonna darted straight to her room the pup following her. When she entered she put her bag down and thought she looked at herself in the full length mirror she looked at her hair. She frowned it needed to be fixed she wondered how the royal barber would take it they always loved her hair. Then her thoughts led to her Aunt Piama and Uncle Lyris they had loved braiding her hair since she was little. She was standing there when she heard a knock on the door. She went to open it but she seen no one.

She did notice two boxes and notes attached to each she knew just by the wrapping paper it was from Ruelle and Piama she picked the boxes up taking them inside. She put the boxes on the bed and picked up the notes and opened them. She could tell it was Piamas hand writing.

~ Bella here is an early Birthday gift from us. We hope you wear it to the party later we love you~ it was signed by both she frowned.

She knew her Aunt Piama well it was probably a dress. She sighed as she opened it but stood surprised as she picked up the garment. It was a suit but a very nice one she looked at it more. It was black with red little swirls in it with a small bit of orange. She took the shirt out that was black with it frilly sleeves and lace at the bottom the pants were the same color. The vest was deep red with small swirls of the rich dark orange and the jabot was a black. She adored this so much and she wondered how they knew. She then looked at the second box and wondered just what it was. She opened it finding a pair of nice boots that would go with the suit and she couldn’t help but smile.

She put the items in her closet and sighed “Let’s go see the barber my little pup. Let’s get this over with" She said. She went to her door and opened it. The pup followed and walked next to her as they walked the familiar hallway down to the parlor. She rounded the corner entering and noticed both her mothers there. That made her wonder but she kept walking. They turned seeing her “Hello dear we were explaining to Selene here that you can so what ever you want to your hair" River said. That shocked her but she nodded “Selene can you trim this to it looks good again?” She asked the woman she was tall with long white hair and blue eyes she smiled “Of course princess we can take more off if you like short hair is in this year" She smiled.

Belladonna took a seat and thought looking in the mirror could she go shorter and pull it off she thought more. She shook her head “ just trim it to where it looks even" She finally decided. Selene nodded as she started to trim her hair. Once that was done she smiled she looked good now that the hair was trimmed still at her shoulders. Belladonna thanked her and then she left going back to her room she so needed a nap she was exhausted but first a bath was to insure. She noticed yet another gift at her door. She picked it up seeing the writing it was from Amara they were wooden steps.

She took the steps in and looked at the note ~ A gift for you and the pup these should help till the pup gets bigger and can get in your bed~ she smiled as she put the steps on near the bed it was perfect. “Now my little darling we need to bath and take a nap" She said. She went to the connecting bathroom and started to fill the tub with water. When it was high enough she got in and pulled the pup in who started to swim around. She couldn’t help but laugh. She cleaned herself then the pup when done she got out dried herself off then the pup. She went and started to put on the black sleeping robe and smiled. She went over to the bed getting in.

The pup seemed to know what the steps were and she watched as it climbed them getting in bed and laying near her side. She found out the pup was a little female but as for a name she was still unsure. She relaxed and closed her eyes the gentle sound of rain falling lulled her to sleep within minutes when she awoke again she looked outside the sun would set soon. She pet the pups head who seemed to wake up as well it got up and started to lick her face. She couldn’t help but laugh she rose up and stretched the proceeded to get up and stretch more. She went over to the closet and put the clothes on and smiled it fit her like a glove and she felt happy.

She put on the boots as well and looked at herself in the mirror she smiled this is how she wanted to dress. She picked up a brush and brushed her hair as she went over to her desk. She sat there thinking there was a lot on her mind one main thing that worried her. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to be a knight in the autumn quarter she had trained with Amara since she was young and it was something she truly loved. The only down fall was that her Mother had also trained her as a spy from the very beginning. There had been talk she would take her position but felt her Aunt Ruelle was a better candidate for it.

As she sat there her thoughts turned darker she started to feel like she had earlier. She felt like a waste of space the pup seemed to feel this since it pawed at her pants. She picked her up holding her close she felt the tears trying to form again and closed her eyes. Burying the thoughts she kept the pup close at least the pup wanted to be near her that was enough. She looked down “What to name you though" She said as she thought she took out a piece of parchment and opened the ink well as she started to write down names. She was thinking more when she heard a knock on the door. She looked over seeing her mothers.

“Ready for the party darling everyone is gathering" Her mama said. Belladonna smiled as she nodded closing the ink well and setting the pup down. She stood and she seen her mother smile “That look suits you" She said. “I like dressing like this I never really cared for dresses" She spoke softly as she went over to them. They all departed as they walked “Is Amara still able to attend?” She asked “Yes she said she would not miss your party for the world” River said smiling. They walked into the garden and she smiled seeing them sitting at a table when they were closer they shouted happy birthday. Everyone was there smiling and the gifts were on a smaller table behind them. As the trio got to the table they sat down Belladonna next to Amara and smiled. They started to eat and chit chat everyone adored her new outfit and her hair. After they had ate they were waiting for the cake Belladonna was sitting on a small bench she heard her glass fill up and she looked over seeing Amara “Caught you off guard again what is on your mind?” She asked as she took a seat with her. Belladonna looked down “There is a conversation that I would like to have with my mothers that I would like you to be a part of" She said. “I want to be a knight in the Autumn quarter but I know Mother has plans of me being the next Spy mistress" She said rubbed her lower hands together. “I see" Anara said she put a hand on her back “I would be honored to talk to them when you are ready" She said. “I also came over to ask a small favor of you” She said softly.

Belladonna looked “I’m always happy to help you what is it?” She asked. “I have new recruits at the guard houses from various little villages I was hoping you would assist me with teach for the next few weeks" She said smiling. Belladonna nodded “Of course I’ll come to the summer temple tomorrow to help. I think that would help being out doing something I like" She replied smiling. Amara smiled “Excellent I am glad you will be by my side and as being a knight of Autumn you could start as at a guard and come up and be the a champion quiet easily” She said smiling. Belladonna nodded “Tomorrow can you call me just Bella, no princess or my full name?” She asked. She nodded “Certainly" she smiled as she watched the pup and Leoa play.

Amara smiled “You know the pup reminds me of the snowflake dire wolves when I was much younger" She said. Belladonna looked at her “Oh how so?” She asked. Amara smiled “Many, many years ago the forest were home to them and many. She looks just like one of the pups from old. If she is she will get big but fiercely protective of you and your loved ones” She spoke. “What happened to them?” Belladonna asked. “We started to see fewer each year I assumed they went somewhere else." She replied. She nodded she smiled as she looked over as the cake was brought she and Amara went back over to the table. When the cake was cut everyone had a piece then it was time for presents.

Belladonna decided to open the presents from Lyris first. She smiled seeing some new and rare books about plants and alchemy. Next came Amaras gift she was wondering what she had gotten her. She opened the box seeing a new chest piece that was black with a golden wolf in the middle. She then seen a matching helmet that was in the shape of a wolf head. She was in awe she had gotten her a suit of armor and she adored it. Next came Piama and Ruelle gifts. She wondered what it was they were in similar boxes as the last.

She opened them finding more clothes like what she was wearing with shoes and boots she smiled. She hugged everyone thanking them as they started to leave she knew her mothers gifts would be given in her room. She smiled as she started her way back with her mothers once inside she started to put everything in order as her mothers left to get their gifts. She smiled the pup was on the bed watching. She started to undress and put her robe on she needed to be up in the morning.. she heard a knock and turned as they came back with a few boxes. They sat the gifts on the bed and she smiled she went over she noticed one box heavy and she opened it first. She seen leather bound journals and smiled “How did you know I needed more?” She asked her mother smiled “I do keep tabs on you my sweet girl plus it’s about time for you to ask more" she smiled.

Belladonna laughed as she sat them to the side. She opened a long box and she was silent inside were two swords one long the other shorter they were black and gold and the guard had a wolf head on both. It completed the armor that Amara had gotten her. She put that a side and opened the last box it was small but inside it was a ring of yet a wolf head made from obsidian with emeralds for eyes. She got up hugging them “I’m sorry for earlier today, I’m sorry I worry you “ She said both mothers kissed her cheek “Your our daughter we worry your precious to us" Her mama said. “You mean the world to us darling we will always be here to help you” Her mother said. Once they left she put everything away and went to her bed she got in settling down the pup coming up to her side laying there. She pet it and felt her eyes getting harder to open till she was alseep.

#reigning passions #xenia of the autumn #originial character #chapter one #Belladonna

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allandoflimbo · 4 years

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ASHENS

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Lot of Angst. Drama. Lots of Smut. Strong Language. Includes FWB, bed-sharing trope, and intense hate to love development.

Author’s Note: I’ve changed the summary because I realized the old one I had was very confusing to understand.

*With Take It Back coming to a quick finish within the next few weeks, I will soon be turning my attention back to Ashens. This is a story close to my heart that I’ve been working on for many months, both literally and mentally. I finally finished the soundtrack for it which I’ve posted below and I included the Spotify link to it. I also made a mini trailer below which features one of the main songs of the playlist.

Until I give my full attention back to this story, please feel free to listen to all the songs - as they are added in chronological order to the story. So just by listening to them, you can pretty much get the feel of how the story will be. It’s definitely very different to the feeling Take It Back was. Ashens is a dystopian story, meaning very Hunger Games/Divergent feel-y. Hydra is in full control of society in this. Takes place post- Endgame.

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Soundtrack

In A Sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington

The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra

If You Only Knew by Ella Fitzgerald

Trillion by Generdyn

Overgrown by Mountains Of The Moon

Waiting Between Worlds by (lyrical Remix) Instrumental

Odyssey by Hi-Finesse

Leaving Earth by Clint Mansell

Bayou by Mountains of the Moon

…Slowly We fell into Slumber and I Held You Until The End of Time… by Ursine Vulpine

Dreams by Generdyn

A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard

New Blood by Zayde Wolf

Soul Searcher by Tom Player

Eyes Open by Taylor Swift

Lonely by Illenium

Waiting Game by BANKS

Wonderwall (Epic Trailer Version) by J2

Don’t Wanna Be Your Girl by wet

Collarbones by Thomston

Twisted by Two Feet

Crazy In Love by Remix

Paint It Black by Ciara

Fuck You All The Time by Jeremiah (Shlohmo Remix)

Say It by Flume, Tove Lo, Illenium Remix

Gold (Stupid Love) by Excision, Illenium

Hard To Say Goodbye by Ekali, Illenium

Lines by SoMo

Code Blue by The Dream

Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine, Annaca {THEME}

Use Somebody by Laura Jensen

Duet by Penny and Parrow

I Was Wrong by Sleeperstar

Let You Go by Illenium

All I Got by Said the Sky

Knocking on Heaven’s Door by RAIGN

Hurt by 2WEI

Can’t Help Falling In Love (LIGHT) by Tommee Profitt

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Story coming this summer 2020! Please let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list. Also will be posted on AO3!

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel fanfiction

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mrsunderhill678 · 3 years

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Ya girl’s writttttinnnnn’

“My name is written in storm clouds and rainy days, I am the lightning licking the waves and the storm pursuin' the fucking sailor.” - Zafavri Holts

“Look at the truth, how it molds and twists, in this long life I've lived I've learned truth kills the kindest 'a men. You thought lies were damning? Just wait until you see the truth that slinks in the damn shadows.” - Zafavri Holts

“You've heard of Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy and the Axeman of New Orleans, and you'd think the scariest thing about em would be their killer deeds. But the most horrifyin' thing about the darkest 'a men is, they were once normal, men. They was kids, playin' in the grass, fools runnin' after girls in the fifth grade, dreamin' of sunny days and sunflowers castin' beautiful shade.” - Zafavri Holts

“Your power is in words and hearts, mine is in blood and howls.” - Zafavri Holts

“I was once, just like you, dreamin' of better days, smilin' as my wife walked through the door, tuckin' my kids inta their beds. But the truth took the good man I was in it's stride, and replaced me with a sinister specter 'a all the killers before me. I am Jack the Ripper and Ted Bundy, the Zodiac Killer and the Axeman of New Orleans, but worst of all, I'm Zafavri fucking Holts.” - Zafavri Holts

“My father once said he's one dead dream away from blasphemy, and with a life of screeching dreams and dying nightmares I must confess, I fear I myself am blasphemy.” - Polaris Cougar

“I lost my mind in the confines of my skull.” - Barlo Brick

“I spin this chamber 'gainst my head and wonder why it ain't gone off. Perhaps fate holds her finger against the hammer, daring me to make a move against her.” - Barlo Brick

“I play games with my life, rolling these dice, playing these shitty cards as if they were a good hand. I'm an addict of fate and destiny, playing moves against her so she'll play fatal moves against me. I tease fate with promises of my doom, praying she'll take a lowlife like me.” - Barlo Brick

“I'm a reflection of my father's sins, drowning myself in the lights of the casino.” - Barlo Brick

“I walk, I talk, I breathe like me, but I ain't me.” - Tommy Graves

“Me father once told me, that if ya've got a board full 'a pawns, and the foe's board is full 'a kings, you play a tricky game of Queen's Gambit.” - Tommy Graves

“I'd say I've made friends with my demons, but they've made friends with me shadows, leavin' me an outcast in my own damn mind.” - Tommy Graves

“I'm startin' ta fear that all my thoughts are all my friends, and I'm me only enemy.” - Tommy Graves

“If my mother could see me now, she'd shake 'er damn 'ead. She'd say, "Tommy, with thoughts like these, you'll end up yer last damn name." - Tommy Graves

“Even when you don't seek it, destiny shall arrive all the same.” - Baron Xaverkit

“Karma rewards those who love with destines of joy and valor. Be more than a resistance against the dark, be a war of light and joy, love and heartful karma. Be the blade that spares the king, be the coin that sets the hangman free, and be the man who when stricken by his enemy, offers the other side of his cheek. You shall know no greater joy, other than loving others as life has loved you.” - Baron Xaverkit

“I am a mere flicker of a wolf, an ember of a beast. I am the cold afterglow of the beasts that made me, and thus, I am nuthin' but cinder and the pale spark, strivin' for the darkness 'a the night sky.” - D’Angello Campbell

“Look at these stars gazin' at me, some will for me ta reach em, others gather their rifles and prepare for war.” - D’Angello Campbell

“As I stare my enemies dead in the eye, and watch their smiles flicker like old film, I realize it is a mirror I stand before. Those are my hands grippin' the porcelain sink, and I wonder where the blood drippin' from the faucet came from.” - D’Angello Campbell

“My son has stared me in the eye and declared me the devil, he looks at me with rage in his eyes, the same betrayal the lord must'a felt as the devil swore ta rise above him.” - D’Angello Campbell

“This flicker of a wolf is slowly learnin' how ta fade.” - D’Angello Campbell

“In the hollow cracks of my smile I have found regret so deeply interwoven with my heart that it flows as blood through my veins.” - Bellamy Cooper

“I lie awake in bed, reaching for memories that are not there. Regina, my love, she tasted like home and everything I'd never had... I saw so much when I looked at her... I saw a sheet of twinkling stars, the sun bringing warmth... But most beautifully, I saw that woman dancing under the light of the moon, as if she was drunk off it's pale glow, enjoying the way the world spun. But I don't dance any more, I don't hold her hand in mine, she does not hold my scars. Fate has torn us from each other, and though every night, we star up at the same moon, I have to wonder, do the stars look at the same people?” - Bellamy Cooper

“The stars may gaze upon me and wonder, oh bastard dove in the pale moon glow, who have you become?” - Bellamy Cooper

“I carry this sin on my shoulders as if it was a part of me, as if it was the flecks of white in my hair and the love that once wept in my smile. But these sins were never apart of me, just things I did.” - Bellamy Cooper

“As my love looks to the moon, and knows it is the same moon I gaze upon, I hope she knows, it does not gaze upon the same man.” - Bellamy Cooper

“All my enemies were first my heroes.” - Paviro Le Rouge

“I could murder a drink for all these sins at my back, they've weaved themselves into the fabric of my coat, and though the devil on my shoulder is nothing more than stitches on my jacket, I listen to the whispers of the damned man upon this sinner's coat.” - Paviro Le Rouge

“All the candles have flickered out, the wind ripped the flame from the candle's wick, leaving nothing but the wax to remember the warmth of the flame.” - Paviro Le Rouge

“I once believed my heart held value, but it is my belief that it's only value is the ending of it's beat.” - Paviro Le Rouge

“Do the gods wish to serve me to fate on a silver platter? Am I a toy to destiny? I am a mortal vessel of higher powers, these whispers in my head tell me, "You will defy destiny, she will crawl at your knees and weep," but what of my, destiny? How can I defy destiny yet follow her road?” - Paviro Le Rouge

“To defy destiny is to succumb to eternity.” - Paviro Le Rouge

“A man once asked me, if I ever thought that I'm not myself, that to die would be to finally be me. And I must confess, if the void were to take me now, I'd find peace in that.” - Howdy Woolen

“Everyone thinks they know me better than I do, but if they spent one day in my mind they'd scream, shout and beg that someone would let them out.” - Howdy Woolen

“My demons share my name and my face, but with those crooked smiles, how could they possibly be me?” - Howdy Woolen

“I look to this ash around me, these scorched dreams and ashen nightmares, and I beg my father to forgive me. But how can he forgive me for killing his own son?” - Howdy Woolen

“Chaos is fair in da fact dat it kills all.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“God knelt ta me level and told me dat all men were created equal, in da fact dat all men die.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“Death cares not for who we are, it don't give a bloody fuck whether you're youn' or old, it'll rip through ya and call ye alive.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“I am a wicked wolf who knows chaos is da forest in which I strive. Dese shadows are death, da light flickerin' from da trees is nuffin' but false salvation, for just above da trees lies a wicked beast. Red rain falls from da forest leaves, remindin' us dat in chaos' forest, we are all nuffin' but blood to be spilled and graves ta be fuckin' dug.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“Eden only 'eld me down, da snake in da garden was me, I was da forbidden fruit, I was Eve and Adam. But most wicked 'a all, I am da heavenly father that placed secrets in paradise, and damned innocent men for the fings I did.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“Blood and death for peace will never be true order. We live a lie, believing hate can drive out hate.” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“I am willing to walk a mile in a bad man's boots if it meant I could see the world through his eyes.” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“ We are not creatures of blood and death, we are butterflies soon to soar, cats playing curiously in the field. We are dogs, chasing the cat because we think it wants to play.” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“Evil comes from brokenness, but so does strength, so why choose cruelty?” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“I am a reflection of my enemies, a sinful projection of my fucking vengeance. As I stand before heaven's gates, all that shall be left are three corpses on the floor and two empty fucking six shooters. After all, an empty chamber and blood pooling beneath my feet is the sinful mark of revenge.” - Jake Warden

“This heart beating in my chest is no symbol of love, tear into my ribs and you'll find the pitch black night sky, for the moon crashed hurtling into the Earth, leaving nothing but vengeful stars, mourning for the home they lost.” - Jake Warden

“My sister told me to rebuild my bridges, but how am I to do that when I leave nothing but fire in my wake? I only seek for those behind me to crumble on the ashen bridge. May they follow my footsteps, only to drown in the roaring river below the bridges I fucking burnt.” - Jake Warden

“Oh Roan fucking Scorpio, you are a beast amongst men, a wicked werewolf, but so am I, so am I. My fur has grown more ragged than yours, my coat more blood-stained than yours, yet still I seek this damning vengeance. You are a wolf of family and love, yet I howl of loss. I could drag you through the dark, and still, you'd fight for something less than yourself.” - Jake Warden

“My hands tremble 'pon a dead man's gun, and as I stare down the barrel 'a this rifle, I fear it's me I'm aimin' at. I see them burnin' wings, I recognize them howls as he falls hellbent through the midnight sky, cuz they came from my own fuckin' throat. But all I do is take aim, breathe in, breathe out, and shoot this fallin' angel from the damn sky.” - Roan Scorpio

“My oldest frien' always did say he was Icarus, I wonder if he found solace as he burned? We were both wolves in the field, strappin' wings to our backs, dreamin' 'a sumthin' greater.” - Roan Scorpio

“I'm a child 'a the streets and a warrior 'a the highways, cuz I stalk these forests, boundin' cross the road in hopes the cars will catch me, sendin' me blood-streaked across the damn grass.” - Roan Scorpio

“It's a big world out there, ya got sinners by the dozen and dwindlin' saints, but I spose I'm somewhere between that spectrum.” - Roan Scorpio

“Vengeance kills most men before they evah gain it.” - Roan Scorpio

“I know what it is to be a sheep, there were once pain in my name and tears in my smile, but as I looked through the eyes of me father, and saw his reflection in me own, I learned always was I a wolf, swindled in a sheep's soft fur.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“All who have been within the scope of my rifle have fell in spurts of crimson salvation.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“In death there is mercy, and in mercy there is death.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“If you've known fear, than you've known me, friend. For I carve myself into your darkest memories, and every thought of me shall be followed with shivers up your spine and cracks in your smile.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“I am the wolf in Shepperd's clothing.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“I've learned that monsters don't hide these days, they've too much courage for our own good.” - Terissa Dyste

“My husband wanted me to waste my hate on him, to rot away every moment of my day with crooked thoughts of his haunted bay.” - Terissa Dyste

“I can see regret in my angel's eyes, death flickers in his smile, and blood hides within the cracks of his heart. But I am here to fill them with love.” - Terissa Dyste

“Salvatore is no bloodthirsty beast, he is no wolf, he's the sheep with a heart too large for a single man to handle. He cares so deeply for others, that he would sacrifice himself to rid them of the pain they've been through. He causes his own pain to save others from it. He is no reflection of those he's killed, for they are bad men, and he is the knight in rusted armor, who has had his metal and valor tested again and again.” - Terissa Dyste

“I love him, despite the pieces of himself he calls ugly, I will twirl them between my fingers and call them lovely.” - Terissa Dyste

“I shall not suffer, I shall grow.” - Terissa Dyste

“You know, my brother once told me, in all his grief, that every time he closes his eyes, he can see the flickering of the fire and the sparks of regret, but I told him, that's just his bridges burning.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“We can't dwell on the past, it's where all our pain comes from, but if we push forward into the unknown, we'll find ourselves in bliss, for if we don't finish the race, how do we ever win? It doesn't matter what place we finish at, just that we do.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“I will follow the road less traveled if that's what it takes, but when needed, I will follow the populated road. I will walk in the crowds and find my purpose in the many.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“I refuse to believe that failure exists. Just temporary defeat. So long as we fight, so long as we strive for something greater, we'll survive. I don't care if your goal is to simply breathe another day or to get out of bed in the morning. That in of itself is strength. Set small goals and conquer them, and as time goes on, you'll realize you scaled Everest inch by inch, without breaking a sweat.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“My grief is a hungry wolf, prowling in my mind, dragging the good memories I had through the dark, ensnaring them in his bloodthirsty maw.” - Markain Hallows

“Turn your heart to the trail behind me, and realize they are lost prayers and dying verses. Behind me is a melody of the damned, and ahead of me is the end of it.” - Markain Hallows

“No wolf dragged me off in it's jaw, no beast took me in it's maw, for it was I who looked in the mirror and reaped all he saw.” - Markain Hallows

“I travel through the night sky like a regretful midnight dove, my feather's have been stained the color the of night I prowl.” - Markain Hallows

“You ever flip a coin and watch in horror as it lands on fate?” - Crow Abervith

“Fate has been controlled by the powerful, and though the lord tries to send a message to you and I, those in power turn it into a threat.” - Crow Abervith

“The dogs have been set free from the pound, and though they barked their warnings and bared their teeth, the wolves howled and left their blood to run on the streets.” - Crow Abervith

“The world is fading out, shouting it's final words, and all we can do is picture it's grave.” - Crow Abervith

“What is life but old wallpaper, resold and refurbished, sold as a chipped away dream?” - Shurrick Gray

“I can't stand these roses on the path, cause I'm a pessimist, I can only look at all those damn thorns.” - Shurrick Gray

“Secrets are barrels of guns and chambers, and I suppose the powerful pull the damn trigger.” - Shurrick Gray

“They tell us to think five moves ahead whilst they think ten. They tell us to charge into the smoke, for the battleground is clear, but this smog only ever hid our foes.” - Shurrick Gray

“My mother always told me, "It gets better, son, it gets better," But under these floorboards are where my memories linger, and in these halls are thoughts of home that force tears from my eyes.” - Shurrick Gray

“Look at me, selling my life as a chipped away dream, telling myself it gets better. But it doesn't, because the lights have kicked the stool, and this dream swings from a noose in the spotlight.” - Shurrick Gray

“I’ve spent my life with one foot in the grave. Life is a cruel and relentless teacher, whipping me upon every failure, demanding I give it my all.” - Juno

“My father was, everything to me... Really. He gave me the patience to find myself, he held my hand through the path and when needed... He let go. He's the strongest man I've ever known, he was the pillars to this castle I roam, and without him, I feel as if I am crumbling.” - Juno

“I am the damned savior of the human race, a hero who realized he was a villain all along.” - Cedric Popovici

“I 'ave been exiled from myself, I rattle the bars 'a this cell, shoutin' at the guards to let me the fuck out. But it's me guardin' this cell, I'm my own damn Alcatraz, and as I look at the world through diamond eyes I realize, I ain't the hero, just the terror who called himself such.” - Cedric Popovici

“The way I see it, I shook hands with the devil ta rid the world of a devil, only to realize it's my hand I were shakin.” - Cedric Popovici

“Every night 'a my life I see angels fall from the sky, and as the sun sinks I pray it takes me in her stride.” - Cedric Popovici

“The executioner raises his blade and said, "When I raise this sword, so I wish this poor sinner eternal life." And as my head rolled from my neck, I realized I could blink, I could breathe, I could feel.” - Cedric Popovici

“The remnants 'a my soldier's cape flutters behind me, and it only stays on my shoulders cuz I hold a gun and pull a trigger. I wear this purple heart on my jacket, and I spose the only reason that bastard's purple is cuz'a the bruises I put there. We're all sheep, I's learned, eatin' from the dryer side 'a the pasture.” - Cedric Popovici

“I don't need a million dreams, just this one.” - Maliella Ryder

“Loife 'as beaten me down and shouted ta the 'eavens, "Allelujah! Da bastard's dead!" But as I stand, and raise moi fists, loife sighs, and prepares for anotha round.” - Billy Jenkins

“I dun't look back at failure, mate, I look forward at da success dat will rise from it.” - Billy Jenkins

“I stand by and protect me sister, she's been through a struggle 'a da mind and soul, and I reckon it's da battle fought wifout guns dat 'urt da most. She's strong, fo' bein' 'erself, and I reckon ta be yerself in a world full'a liars is da greatest achievement 'a all.” - Billy Jenkins

“I hold onta my ma's words, cause some days, I see her smoile in mine.” - Billy Jenkins

“Da sun will rise again, wif or wifout me, I cannot tell, but so long as it rises, I bloody smile.” - Billy Jenkins

“I check my vitals and find my heart still beats, and some days... I think that's unfortunate. My secrets will be buried below me, bury me six feet deep, my secrets deeper.” - Laverne Powell

“It's hard to get well when your mind poisons you with thoughts from years ago. Some days I fear my mind is still plagued by those damning thoughts.” - Laverne Powell

“If the past effects the future, then I fear what's to come.” - Laverne Powell

“Either I'm a broken saint, or a very bad man.” - Chad Broker

“I've let go of all I am, wonderin' why, oh why must I be the outcast, the hissin' cat in a room full 'a barkin', hungry dogs?” - Chad Broker

“I'd shatter the mirror with my fist ta kill my damn reflection. Fractures 'a me splittin' my knuckles and breakin' my bones.” - Chad Broker

“I stare at the waves and know they slip away just like me. I stand in this murky sand, watchin as the ripplin' water distorts my vision. Always looks like you're runnin' as ya stand in the ocean, but ya stay stagnant, don't you? I fear I'm damned, runnin' in the ocean, knowin' the hellhounds will catch me cuz I stand still.” - Chad Broker

“Jerome's always said he's my shadow, where once he was my light. He's just a lost boy, and I'm a broken one, and once ya mix the two togethah, ya don't get a man found, ya get broken glass, mixin' itself inta the sand.” - Chad Broker

“The mirror ain't nuthin' but a reflection 'a trouble comin' and my sins in the wind.” - Chad Broker

“I'm a freakshow, who made it ta heaven only ta realize ta higher powers I'm the damn jester.” - Chad Broker

“I live in the trenches, fighting for a better life, but those I love hurtle grenades and flashbangs into this broken soldier's trench, throwing fractured pieces of self hate and tainted love into my chest.” - Saiq A’Badula

“Beauty flees from war, the grass withers, the flowers die, and the birds forget to sing. Instead, the beauty of nature is replaced with our unnatural acts.” - Saiq A’Badula

“They tell me "You're a soldier, boy, weren't you taught how to march on?" All I can do is nod my head, but I was only ever taught to march into the pain, not away from it.” - Saiq A’Badula

“I am a soldier buried alive under the rubble of his soft spoken regrets and wrongly placed anger. Flowers will bloom from this damned soldier's grave, and it leaves me to wonder, is it when I die I'll finally know beauty? Will I find love in the rising of the roses and the daisies? And I wonder, is death a cruel force? Or is she a kind mistress, taking our hand and leading us to peace?” - Saiq A’Badula

“In my presence, the birds forget to sing, the sun forgets to rise. I am the dark that allows the light to exist, I am the shiver up your spine that whispers, "Run, I am the dark." Look at these pitiful gods, thinking they have me enslaved. They bind me but do not control me. I am seen as a children's story, a warning to be good, but as they speak of me I grow stronger, my strength comes from their fear and the shadows that frighten them out of sleep.” - Kragikul

“Long ago, Life told me this world was not meant for the dark, if that was so, then tell me, pitiful goddess, why do the stars shine? Why do you find refuge in the shade when the sun bares down, but fear it at night? Am I the defining factor of your fear?” - Kragikul

“I prowl this shade, I hear every prayer, every thought, I reside in saint's dreams and sinner's nightmares, I am the beast that monster's warn their children of. Have you ever seen the dark flee? As the sun rises it scurries, and if the monsters fear me, does that make me the light?” - Kragikul

“I am the original sin, the gods look upon me in sinking horror as they realize, peace is fading. My chains grow rust, these vines around me slowly wither, and all the dark has begun to flee.” - Kragikul

“You want peace? It cannot exist with violence such as I.” - Kragikul

“Life ain't gonna break me down, I'm a ramblin' man who finds peace in the dusty fields 'a wheat and crop. I live true and loyal like they used ta, the world may'a crashed down 'pon us, and most men may'a turned ta sin, but these morals 'a mine stand strong in the face 'a damnation.” - Timmy Dayfield

“We all one day find ourselves at a crossroads, and the devil tells us ta shake his hand. It's your choice ta stand unshaken or shake the hand 'a the man in the suit and tie. Cause the devil ain't a creature with pointy lil' horns and a pitchfork. He looks like you, frien', he looks like me, and everythin' you ever wanted. But are yer dreams worth the killin' 'a your morals?” - Timmy Dayfield

“I've walked many a mile in these boots 'a mine, and I've walked in the boots 'a others. When ya see the world through another man's eyes, you'll either see that you're right, or you owe the man an apology.” - Timmy Dayfield

“To all the other wayfarin' strangers out there, findin' themselves at the crossroads, I say. May the wind be at your back, may good fortune touch your hand, and may your resolve stay strong in the face of the shake of a hand.” - Timmy Dayfield

“Time isn't my lover, it isn't my friend, it kills me slowly and drags this life of mine through miles of tragedy ending secrets.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I can still see him in my nightmares, he is a conqueror of time and has bent it to his will. It refuses to take him, for he sits upon a throne of humanity's end.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I'm driven by this hate for beasts I cannot possibly kill, I'm mortal, time eats away at me, but it does not eat away at him.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I can hear his laugh by the light of the moon, I can hear is hauntings and warnings in my sleep. My worst fear is not death, it is the sinful beast, dancing in the light of our suffering. He looks at our pain, he looks at these flames ravaging us, and he calls it beautiful.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I will go up in flames and down in history, for my dynasty shall live beyond me.” - Madusius Crudellis

“Tyranny stands strong in the face of revolution.” - Madusius Crudellis

“These men and women killed are a part of my history, in my memory they are immortal, begging for mercy I don't know how to give.” - Madusius Crudellis

“In the thunder I can hear my dynasty, it is it's own entity. It howls and it barks, it rips into all who oppose it. A blood thirsty wolf, my dynasty is.” - Madusius Crudellis

“I, in of myself, am a dynasty, I am of bones-soon-to-be-broken, and flesh-soon-to-be-cut, it is my mortality that shall create my immortality.” - Madusius Crudellis

“I shall go down in history by force.” - Madusius Crudellis

“Darkness was a concept created before God, even he must bow to it.” - Deandra Cross

“My dreams have died to spite me, I am in a cell of nightmares, and the wolf I am stalks the corner. She's such a damned thing, I can see the rage in her eyes and the hurt in her soul, but to survive this world, I must become her. This wolf like mask must become me. I will stitch these threads into my skin until this mask becomes apart of me. I shall forget who I am underneath, for she was not strong enough to survive the world.” - Deandra Colt

“My sister once told me that the weak get by, the broken die off, but the strong survive and bring fear in their stride. And I guess in order ta survive I had ta be the one takin' lives in my stride.” - Hailey Colt

“All the lights that pollute the sky could not bring light ta the dark in my heart.” - Hailey Colt

“Your demons depend on you ta feed dem, so taunt dem and let dem starve on 'ope.” - Celeste Crinklaw

“Me feathers glow with love and rage, regret and joy, I'm a war cry 'a everyfin' I've evah been, and if loife's a war, give me a bloody blade, mate.” - Celeste Crinklaw

“In me dreams I see a pale white 'orse, 'e beckons me ta follow, tells me dat I can be born again, and everytoime I follow 'im, I see a face I've seen before. In dat pale 'orse's eyes I see someone I knew, but I can't place who. 'E beckons me toward da dark, tellin' me dat is where I belong, but I refuse ta rise from the ashes as sumfin' I ain't.” - Celeste Crinklaw

“I look ta dat pale 'orse in da 'orizon, all I ask, is, "Old frien', where's your rider?" A lonely horse, 'e is, da 'orse 'a my dreams, beckonin' me ta nightmares. 'E's lonesome, wearin' the remnants 'a his saddles and the remains 'a his scars on 'is hide. And all I ask, is where 'ave I seen 'im before?” - Celeste Crinklaw

"You cannot come to understand the depths of the world, you believe the shadows to be the darkest thing this world has to offer, but I have seen things darker than the nebula." - The Watcher

"I have seen things no man could ever dream, let along things that he would want to. All my life I have wished to be a hero, but it is gritty work, it drains away at the soul, and I must wonder how much of it I have left these days." - Ickden Harloff

"There are things in this world that we do not understand, sadly, they must be condemned for it is the dark from whence they came." - Ryan Sanzberg

"My vengeance is immortal, but sadly that must mean, as am I." - Warden Wickersford

"My hope left with the beatin' 'a my love's heart." - Travis Vekington

"When ya lose everythin', what're you supposed ta become?" - Travis Vekington

"Went through hell on a Sunday an' cursed the damn pews cause despite it all, they damn me." - King Wardown

"Cowardice kills people, I've learned, but alas, it keeps me alive." - Verez Vagawit

"You can throw me to the wolves, but I imagine I'll be alright. After all, they hunt to live and the blood on their teeth is of survival, not sport." - James Ace

"Most people can't change because they just don't God damn want to. You can't expect life to change if you don't evolve with it." - Darin Zollo

"I am losing myself, I fear. Faith and hope are hard to come by as your heart slowly falters to the shadow and forgets the warmth of light." - Shan'Bellwitz

"I wish to drift away from this place as nothing more than peace and smoke on the wind." - Shan'Bellron

"I was lost out at sea, trying to find me, but all I became was stranded, vying for something better, yet becoming sumthin' worse." - Ben Stilts “Every sinnin’ man fears the devil.” - Ben Stilts

"Scars leave us bettah or worse off. I reckon mine left me wif' glory." - Pugrish the Mountain

"What's belief without sumthin' to worship?" - Shonas Green

"Ya know what they do with broken men, Mortley? They put em all in this box, and they say, "This is all ya are, we ain't confinin' ya, we're just givin' ya a playground ta roam. But as we get older we realize the walls are sky high and they weren't built ta be fuckin' climbed." - Bortley Dekruiful

"It is in pain that we find a new identity, one which lives alongside the tears." - Mortley Dekruiful

"I'm not concerned about my importance to the world, just the fact that I lived in it, and that it was real." - Milton Modayne "My whole life has been screaming in a single pitch tune, yet I sit here and wonder, what point is there to a chorus when there was never a melody? I am plucking broken strings, expecting a soft song, but I suppose it's foolish, expecting music from a hurting soul." - Milton Modayne

"When you're born in the shade you begin to fall into the delusion that the light is something damning." - Natalia Shelvikit

"As humans we have an innate desire to feel something that is not ourselves, to be something other than we were meant to be. We have been trying to defy destiny for so long that we never thought to pick up the quill and write something other than fate within our lives. We seek to conquer destiny, yet it is what lies outside the realm of fate that we fear." - Ramazalo Shelvikit

"He who fights for himself migh' as well lay down his fists and le' the bullets rain down." - Gromkal Batterfist

"It's strange, how we damn those who fight for justice, but never they who we fight against." - Tovil Quinn

"Dreams are only a broken perception of reality, mate... And sometimes, we need ta wake da fuck up." - Jerry Benson

"Ze zing I fear ze most, iz zat death is ze end. And yet I know that it iz." - Thaddaeus Rediger

"Praying is not the solution to all burdens on the soul." - Jonathan Covaks

I's been carryin' a burden for some time now, you know 'ow crosses are heavy on the back, always pushin' ya back inta the graves ya try to dig, always findin' a new way to rip the skeletons from yer closet." - Mike Fausselkoff

"Sins, always catchin' us humans off guard. We tell ourselves we'll never be like Adam, we'll never be like Eve, but then that forbidden fruit comes along and we begin ta wonder. What does it taste like? We wrap ourselves up in all this curiosity, this wonder. We become our own snakes in our own little garden 'a Eden. Well, I spose that fruit came along." - Mike Fausselkoff

"Mr. Stilts, Mr. Skinwalker, karma is at your door." - Cortez Cloves

"A life of killing is better than a life of rotting." - Cortez Cloves

"If I were you, I would not tempt fate so cruelly. Fate is never in the one man's favor, it is always in the favor of the crowd, never he who flips the coin." - Borbasli Orgazi

#writing #dialouge #oneliners #author #characters #characterlines

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vampire--dad · 4 years

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A few friends sent me some prompts last night because I’ve been stuck in a little bit of a rut, so here’s something short for my friend Zach who wanted some post-tw3 father/daughter softness.

I’ve never really written much about Ciri so I did my best, but I kinda like how it came out

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It had been a long time since she’d come home.

She’d only visited Corvo Bianco twice now, but the sweet scent that lingers on the fields and the house at the top of the hill welcome her, a comforting sight after a long ride. She came here once just after Geralt had retired— somewhat. He still tracks down the occasional ekimmara, maybe an endrega nest every now and then. He’d go mad if he didn’t, even with Yennefer here to keep him entertained. She knows that, in a way, he misses the hunt, the thrill that followed his silver sword from its scabbard. That sword now rarely leaves its place on the wall, still sharp and raring to meet a monster’s neck once again.

It’s strange to consider the vineyard her home. Home has always been a difficult concept to her. Cintra, her birthplace, fell when she was young. She’s heard of the Nilfgaardians rebuilding there, but curiosity has not yet driven her to return and see for herself. Even rebuilt, she fears that memories will still flood those streets and overwhelm her. Then Kaer Morhen became a battleground. The abandoned keep haunts her. She avoids going too far north, lest she spots the mountain where she knows the castle lies and is reminded of what is left behind. Yet again, she was left without a place to call home. She wasn’t sure when it finally struck her that her home wasn’t a place at all.

Geralt was her home. Wherever he went, she went too. And she was home.

As Ciri slides from the saddle, she spots him sitting on the porch, hunched over— he always did have terrible posture— and reading as the sun hangs low before him and casts shadows across the vineyard. She knows better than to think he isn’t fully aware of her presence, but it’s far too much fun to mess with him.

“Has retirement stripped you of your senses, old man?” she quips as she scales the steps leading to the house.

Geralt smirks and turns the page, his eyes never straying from the paper.

“I heard you coming,” he says. “I’m old, not decrepit.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Smelled you a mile away. You’re as bad as Yen, except you smell… smokier. Smoke and… pine needles. That’s what it is.”

“And you didn’t even bother to put down your book?” she asks, her hands on her hips as a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Rude.”

“Only because I like to rile you up,” he chuckles, setting aside his book and looking up at her with a warm smile. Green and gold meet at last. His yellow eyes are as sharp as ever and filled with a warmth a father reserves only for his daughter. He stands and without a second thought they fall into a much needed hug. Ciri tucks her head under his chin just as she did when she was a child. She’s home.

Geralt holds her at an arm's length and scowls playfully.

“Are you getting taller? Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” he says.

“You’ve been telling me that since I was fifteen,” Ciri laughs. “And no, I just have new boots.”

Geralt cocks his head to the side and asks, “What happened to your old ones? I got those for you.”

“They were falling apart, wolf, I needed new ones or else I’d be running around the swamps barefoot.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. You used to hate wearing your boots, do you remember? Lambert couldn’t be bothered to make you put them on so he took you down the mountain barefoot—”

“I remember. Spare me the embarrassing stories,” Ciri groans, lifting herself onto the wooden banister and leaning back on her hands. Geralt chuckles as he resumes his place on the bench.

“But there’s so many to tell. You were such a ridiculous child. Still are,” he teases. All their quips and witticisms are shared with a knowing smile and a laugh. They can’t help but tease, they each give the other too many opportunities— and, well, she was raised under the same roof as Lambert. It was inevitable.

“Go get your sword, I’ll show you ridiculous, old man.”

“You think you could best me?”

“Could do it with my eyes closed.”

“We’ll see about that— tomorrow. I’ll let you get a good night’s rest first. Wouldn’t want you to be at more of a disadvantage.”

As the sun sets over the vineyard, they exchange more empty insults and stories of their time apart. To her father’s dismay, an old friend seems to have passed on his libidinous tendencies as she recounts several tales of being chased from towns by scorned spouses and taking her leave hastily through windows and tumbling into rose bushes. Once upon a time, he was no better than her or Dandelion, but that doesn’t mean she should be as bad. Geralt requests that the next time she visits, she brings more books, he’s running out and he needs something to stop him from tearing apart the whole house and rebuilding it himself. Ciri laughs and reassures him that she will. She supposes it’s the least she can do for her old man to keep him sane.

“You should invite Dandelion down here more often,” Ciri says. “He’s getting awfully bored of giving lectures and playing the same old songs every night.”

Geralt perks up at the mention of his old friend.

“You’ve seen him?”

“I have. Thought I’d stop by on my way from Troy, give him some new stories to write about. He misses you, you know.”

“I know, I miss him, too. I miss his singing. I’ll write to him, but he better not drink all my wine like he did last time.”

“Are you two going to come inside or not?” a third voice asks.

Yennefer stands by the door, her arms folded in contrast to the affectionate smile on her face. The smell that follows her out the door is divine, but Ciri’s excitement far outweighs her hunger. She finds herself grinning as she slips from her perch and runs to Yennefer with her arms outstretched. The sorceress laughs and takes her into her arms, hugging her tightly and stroking her ashen hair.

“Welcome home, Ciri.”

#the witcher 3 #the witcher #geralt of rivia #cirilla fiona elen riannon #yennefer of vengerberg #yenralt #geralt is a good dad and i love him

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carrera-ffxiv · 4 years

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The Wolf of Yanxia

The typically clean bandages on his hands were dirtied and dyed a dark crimson hue. His grip trembled from all the blunt force trauma while he held the glass. The bartender seemed calm enough as he continued to serve drinks, seemingly unphased by the fact that a half dozen regulars donning black suits laid sprawled about the floor either unconscious or wailing periodically.

“It’s good to see you again, sir. You know the mistress will not take kindly to this, though. I wish you wouldn’t stir trouble for yourself here, sir.”

“Glad you still remember what I drink.”

“Neat whiskey is easy enough to remember, sir.”

“How’s the family?” Hadriel asked.

“Doing well, sir, business has been treating me well enough. Still gets rowdy in here quite often-” he paused to look around at the mess Hadriel made, “...but the mistress ensures all tabs are paid on time and any damages are compensated.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that. The only thing I regret is that I’ve made a mess for you to clean up.” he offered a sympathetic smile and drank the entire glass, set it down, and motioned for another. He smelled noticeably like booze as it were, using a pocket-brush as he waited for the drink.

“Don’t give it a second thought, sir. Again, I’m more worried for you right now.”

A different voice sounded as the attendant rushed down the stairs, looking exceptionally calm, “Sir, Mistress Himaa will see you now.” he offered a respectful bow as Hadriel downed the rest of his whiskey in a fluid motion.

Hadriel made his way upstairs guided by the attendant, walking past various rooms behind a series of paper partitions. When he got to the largest center-room, the attendant slid the door open and backed up for him to go through with another bow. Hadriel briefly rubbed a little omamori he was carrying, gifted to him.

“Did you have to be so mean to my boys?” The voice was pleasant but clearly laden with an irritated tone. She sat at a table, the lighting was dark with but a candle flickering in the private room. The young woman was a delicate looking Xaela wearing a rather agitated expression. Though she looked soft, she was dressed in an intimidating fashion donning a black suit. The most striking feature was, however, her heterochromia- specifically that one eye shined a bright blue glowing singularly in the darkness.

“Have to? No. But I did enjoy it. Maybe they should’ve let me walk in and see you instead of making a deal out of it. A healer friend recently took care of an old wound I had, figured I’d stretch my legs out a bit. You know, sometimes you don’t know what really ails you until someone else points it out. A passive pain that grows and grows and your body has already become accustomed to it so it’s like… just another part of life, another day.”

She huffed disregarding his little monologue, “Still wearing that dumb eye patch to cover up such a proud symbol.”

“Anyway, I know your attention span is pretty shit so, the moral of the story is that dealing with the lot of you is lately is making me realize what a festering wound it’s left.”

She narrowed her eyes, “The lot of us? You have some nerve coming in here with that attitude, Hadriel. I’m not your enemy. Most of us are content enough to leave you alone.”

“Most, Adala?” he responded.

“Most of us remember why the Garleans gave a kill-on-sight order and nicknamed you the Wolf of Yanxia. You set the record for most imperial regiment captains assassinated. Still gets me hot and bothered thinking about it.” she winked at him with a devious smirk, “Remember, if you ever get over your dead wife I’ll be more than happy to show you what you’ve been missing out on… anyway, I can’t say your hands are clean in this either. You’re the one who chose to walk away from the Black Blades of Doma.”

“I chose to walk away because even through everything I’ve done for the organization, none would help me chase the traitor I was hunting for years that fled to Eorzea.”

Another presence seemed to saunter in from the shadows, a Midlander Hyur with dark hair and crimson highlights wearing a raven-colored dress. Even for a spell-flinger she was known for her dramatic entrances. She often enjoyed translocation through aetherial manipulation. Her bright red eyes focused on Hadriel as she spoke, “That was a personal vendetta. Not something the organization was interested in.”

“Carrera. No one. Invited. You.” the Xaela spoke.

“As far as I care the organization has fallen far and deep from what we once stood for. Common thugs collecting ‘protection fees’ and harassing the citizens we fought to free from oppression.” he continued.

“Tch. Three executives in one room, how often does that happen? Anyway, waging war costs money. It’s not a stretch to say that it’s a protection fee.” Adala offered calmly.

“Former executive.” Hadriel rebutted. “Speaking of which, what happened to your eye?” he asked Carrera.

She slowly brought a hand past her face to cover her expression a moment revealing her left eye to be much like Adala’s- a lightly glowing bright blue. She reversed the motion and as her hand passed the color restored to a crimson. “A simple glamour any third-rate caster can manage. Well, without you our numbers fall to eight now.”

“We lost someone?” he inquired.

“Oh, it’s we now?” Adala retorted, “Yes. Daichi is the one who sent those boys after you that you chopped up and sent us in barrels. Nice, by the way. He’s the one whose been heading up those fees you’re talking about. We let it happen because, like I said, wars cost money.”

“But he was getting brazen and we handled it. You left but you did not do so on bad terms. We voted to leave you be considering your accomplishments and contributions. I don’t know what you’re thinking but we didn’t devolve into rabid animals after you left. The fact that you were left alone for so long so uncharacteristically of the Black Blades isn’t because we couldn’t reach you. Rather that we didn’t want to reach you. Then he broke that agreement. So we removed him. Believe it or not, the majority of us empathized with you and were sad to see our own brother go.” the other elaborated.

“The majority? Heh. Could have fooled me. Feels like we were always at odds.” He added.

Carrera continued softly, “Your spot has been left vacant in the hopes that you would return to us once your vendetta came to its conclusion. The vote to replace your position was a four to five split. Three did not want to replace you, a fourth felt there was no worthy successor at the time so voted against, a fifth also in your favor however felt it was easier to have nine executives rather than ten since it’s easier to get motions passed instead of having pointless fights to make a decision. And then we just lost Daichi so… we’re back to arguing a lot.”

“So three liked me. That’s three more than I thought. And far from a majority.”

“Is the bar-owner business going well? You have what, three now?” Carerra asked coolly, “I hear you joined a Free Company. Ashen Wolves? Mn? Oh and who was their director? A cute Miqo’te if I remember correctly… M-something... Mira? How is that working out for you?”

Adala slammed the table with a fierce expression, “You’re cheating on me?”

He simply raised his hand to his face with an overt sigh, “... Back to this again. How can I be cheating on you when we were never together. I really didn’t miss this part. And you, what are you getting at?”

“Nothing.” she responded in a sing-songy voice. “Just curious is all. So how about it Hadriel? Come back to us. We’ve fixed the problem, no harm, no foul and the power balance has shifted in our favor.”

Adala chimed in, “The wolf of Yanxia joining a pack of wolves? That’s cute.”

“I’ll consider it. Just stay the fuck away from the free company.”

“Ohh?” Carrera said in a faux saddened tone, “Here I wanted to see what you were up to. Well, how about we make a deal, hmn? No one has to know who I am, we can even say I’m your attendant. It’ll be convenient for me to operate out of the area since now I happen to have business in Eorzea as well.”

“My attendant? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Oh? Attendant, assistant, whatever. Well I thought it’d be decent enough cover for me. You need help managing your business too, right? You know I’m pretty good with numbers.”

Adala figured Carrera had an ulterior motive but quietly listened. The two weren’t in the habit of getting in each other’s way.

“As if I’d let you touch much less look at my ledgers. What’s your angle?”

“I have my reasons. But also, let’s just say I want you to feel like you made the right choice. We didn’t support you when you moved your hunt to Eorzea and you needed us- put the shoe on the other foot. I’m asking you a favor right now too, and expanding my interests back into Eorzea. And making amends on behalf of the others. Are you going to leave me to fend for myself or can I count on you?”

Hadriel considered a hundred different reasons why it was a bad idea and thought of a thousand more as why specifically she was trying to angle into his new organization.

“So you want me to rejoin the Black Blades and you want to come over to my new organization. This doesn’t look, smell, sound, taste or even feel right.”

“There’s a lot in it for you that you refuse to see. Your networks in Hingashi and Doma will not only be restored to you in full, they’ve expanded greatly, and I’m sure that’ll be of personal benefit to you, as well as to your wolves. But one thing at a time. If you accept our offer then we can call for a summons of all the executives and discuss your reinitiation. Though I’m sure if but one of us simply drops your name they’d all show up regardless. Just think about it.” She slides an old Doman coin over with a devlish grin.

Hadriel opened his mouth and meticulously chose his words, looking to Carrera carefully, “I have a strange feeling that… one of us is going to regret this.”

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overplannedbutunnamednpc · 4 years

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Jaded, Magic, Offspring, Vice for the alphabet one ... any characters you think are tasty but I would like to request that at least one be for Zephyr for development reasons (bonus if u want to make that be magic and talk abt her feelings on dunemancy as a controlled magic)

i’ll do all four for zephyr and also roll for others bc hehehe.........

Jaded: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Zephyr: not really??? I think growing up as an urchin kind of fucked that up even if she otherwise would. like, I’m sure the ideal in the kryn dynasty is what like. tbq and her wife have, with multiple lives and loving them through every one of them. but like. A) zephyr ain’t consecuted even if she says she is and B) she loves gent but that’s honestly probably her first real relationship and she kind of already knows that won’t end with a happily ever after because. she’s gonna still be in her elf twenties when gent dies. like, zephyrs actually kinda practical about this. she’s not gonna get a happily ever after with gent! she’s kinda accepted that even if she really doesn’t Like it. (and I’m very sad about it but that’s another post, elf lifetime meta included, if you want it). that said! she doesn’t think she won’t be happy! just that she’s smart enough to know that her relationships, such as they are, Will likely end in some pain for her, especially considering all the shit that comes along with a society with consecution. PC: Legacy - like. no? it feels ... cheap to her, I think. maybe it’s just me morgan not really believing in that stuff, but like. she grew up with nice parents who like. nothing was wrong with them of course! but like. she knows better, seeing them be in love with each other and fight and etc., she knows better than to think that anything could be happily ever after. she knows you gotta work at that shit, and I think she’s still figuring out how hard she’d want to work, if that makes sense. she does have a standard, though! she does want to fall in love or at least be infatuated/have someone be infatuated with her! it’s just an experience she wants. but considering her grandmother and her abilities... she kind of doubts she’ll ever be the prince OR princess in the fairytale, you know? NPC: Kiya - hh. Kiya knows better than to think happily ever after is in the cards. she’s got a pretty good thing going with MFU, she loves her employees, and I like the thot of her having a thing for one of them? but like. I’ve said it before: kiya isn’t really a ‘gets nice things for herself’ kind of person. so her standard is ‘it doesn’t happen in the first place.’ which is a little depressing, but hey! maybe she’ll be surprised.

Magic: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Zephyr: zephyr is a weird one because I like the idea of her being a little disbelieving that magic like. works for her, even though she’s a level 14 wizard with very specific knowledge of the arcane. I’m thinking about sir gentry and how he’s like, 50 years old by now or something. she didn’t look up the normal lifespan of a pet mouse until he was at least like. 10/15 because she just didn’t want to find out that he was about to die, and then she was kinda like ‘huh maybe... maybe he’s a magic mouse?’ (the in game explanation is that her dunamancy (time magic) is just. extending his life bc he hangs out with her and I think it’s cute and my dm loves me). but beyond that. I think it’s really fun if like. zephyr was NOT expecting to actually get into the academy? she made this whole plan expecting to at some point be found out but at least she’d have the knowledge, and then. She Wasn’t’? and she was obviously very happy that it worked!!! and I think she’s gotten more and more respect for her craft but it at least started as her going Wow alright this shit actually works? dope. now though I think she’s come to terms with it. she’s a level 14 wizard, she’s incredibly powerful really. magic for her is an extension of herself, to the point where she does it unconsciously (at least on sir gentry). she’s so skilled with dunamancy that she can just. choose to stop someone in time, five times a day. it’s exhausting, but she can just force a timeline on someone and have them be none the wiser. she’s Powerful, yo. and a lot of that power comes from sheer comfort with the subject, I think! I like that idea. PC: Zier - zier i think is very funny for this question because he like. JUST became a sorcerer and then levelled up super quickly in the span of like three or four months. but like. fundamentally, what happened was: 1. he ran away and got kidnapped and experimented on 2. he got away Somehow 3. he did magic at a giant spider 4. he ended up in another continent. so I think for him, it was surprising at first and he very much doesn’t know shit fuck all about magic, but he’s a noble boy through and through, and thus very quickly went “yeah i’m magical that fucks majorly because I fuck majorly.” it was basically him coming to terms with this new thing very quickly because he’s a bitch who likes the power. NPC: Coriander - coriander is the epitome of “is incredibly comfortable with magic.” for her, magic is essentially an assistive technology! she has darling who is basically a second pair of arms, legs, and an extra 8 feet of height so she can keep up with their partner and children who are much taller than she is. but I think a lot of the tech she develops is assistive or transportive in some way. coriander likes exploding things, but that’s more of a hobby. her actual magic works more like tech, and she treats it like a science.

Offspring: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Zephyr: much to think about.............. if she had kids I think she’d like multiple! she grew up completely alone so I think she’d want any kids to have siblings. as a parent I think she’d be good! i’ve been thinking about zephyr having very much Her People, who she likes, respects, and cares about to the point of fighting for and with them, and then Not Her People, who she kind of could give less of a shit about. her kids would def be Her People. she wouldn’t know exactly how to deal with them? I think for a bit there’d be a problem because she’d be stiff. she’d like her babies/kids very much! but she doesn’t know how to hold them. she doesn’t have experience talking to them. a baby cries and she tells it that theres nothing to cry over and logic at an infant doesn’t work and she goes bug eyed sasuke. but I think she’d figure it out eventually, and she’d be especially good at kids once they get to the “express their desires and disappointments in an understandable way.” perhaps she’d raise, on her own, very expressive kids because thats the only way they would be able to tell her what’s going on. PC: Sarril - :). he doesn’t know. but I think he would have been a good dad! his wife wanted multiple and so he would have had multiple, though he would have been very happy with only one. sarril was actively learning about Contact, so lots of hugs and holding for the babies and toddlers, especially with his wife and her family next to him. he’s always been a kind of calm and quiet man, and his way of showing love isn’t very Talkative, (i’ll talk about how he loves in another ask) so he’s more the dad who is At everything and is very quietly proud of everything his kid does, but unless there’s like, a crisis, he’s not likely to make it abundantly clear that he’s an adoring father. but you’d know from just like. he’s there, he’s tucking you in every night, he helps you with your homework, etc. NPC: Iris - iris wants kids SO BAD. she’d love one, she’d love multiple. part of being a part of a really terrible population crisis that may or may not be due to demonic influence, maybe, but she also just really wants kids. and she looked at cylthia and went “yeah alright we doing this?” I think iris with kids would be adoring almost to a fault. she’d LOVE those little bitches. she might spoil them rotten, but also they’d be super loved and have friends in all of glade and lent’s kids, and I think they’d eventually be cool.

Vice: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Zephyr: shopaholic. i think a lot of her dresses come, if not free, at least steeply discounted because maybe she’s someone’s muse or maybe she did a huge favor for a dressmaker? haven’t decided yet. but definitely a lot of her paycheck (which I imagine she does get, from freelance jobs offering her wizarding services or maybe the dynasty pays her for the small wizard jobs like lighting the streets, bringing down and putting up and keeping up the night sky over rosohna, things like that) goes to dresses and accessories. she really likes spending money, and doesn’t mind so much about having it. I don’t think she’s ashamed of it, exactly? it’s her money, she’s spending it on things she likes. but it is probably indicative of Something. PC: Kenny - has a bad habit of being beholden to a god of fire who wants him to betray his friends. nah i think he’s got a bad habit of like now, scratching/rubbing soot off of himself. shit like that, where it’s a stimmy way of trying to get the ashen wolf’s influence off of him. he’s probably ashamed of it a little? because it’s the ashen wolf? but idk if it’s even really noticeable to others so that takes away a lot of the shame of it. NPC: Ecstasy - bad habits. of. not sharing her fucking feelings! she says thats STINKY but it kind of just fucks her over. like tbf with raini it kind of works because if she ever said she was in l*ve with raini the wizard might hightail it out of there but like. i think after two years she might have gotten away with it and didn’t even try. and now she’s kind of paying the price because not only does raini not remember her but it also doesn’t like, matter, maybe, because the feelings were ALWAYS unarticulated? so? she’s now just ????????

#syn-odics #zephyr #legacy #human kiya #zier #coriander #sarril #iris #kenny #ecstasy #this ones a beefy boy.......#enjoy...............#as i neglect to make any coherent sentences in my rambling about my ocs..............

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jaskierswolf · 4 years

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Part of Your World pt.1/4

Jaskier is a sea witch who finds Ciri crying by the edge of the ocean. She's lonely and desperate to find her Destiny so Jaskier offers to escort her to him. (Based on a guest prompt on AO3)

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Jaskier swam as hard as he could towards the surface. He could see the sun sparkling through the water, calling to him, begging him to breach the waves and bask in the warmth of its glow. He loved the surface. The people were always so interesting and the music. Sweet Kostroma, the music. The mermaids could sing well enough underwater and yes, Jaskier wasn’t one to turn his nose up at joining in with their choirs, but the music of humans… Oh ho ho! It was something else indeed.

He broke free and dived through the air. He didn’t quite have the grace of the mermaids, but having eight tentacles flying out behind him instead of their delicate fins would have that effect. Still he was faster than any of them, and he was stronger too. He had also inherited his mother’s magical talents. Unlike the mermaids, he could transform into human form. So really, who was winning?

He crashed back into the ocean before bobbing back up to up at the beautiful sky. The sun was high and shining bright. There were wisps of clouds drifting through air. Jaskier was always entranced by the clouds. Water… in the air.

Fucking magic!

And they never stayed still. They were always changing, just like the ocean. Sometimes they were light and fluffy like something out of a fairytale, but Jaskier loved them when they were swirling and dark, calling on the storms. He loved storms. Most of the mermaids were scared of the storms, except the mermaid warriors who protected their underground palaces. Jaskier, delighted in the chaos, the way the ocean pushed and pulled everything in it. There was a certain thrill about just relaxing and letting the current take him wherever it so pleased.

There were no such storms and currents today. The sky was blue and ocean was still. Jaskier sighed as he let his hand dance over the surface of the water, creating ripples with his fingers, and he began to sing. There was no words that a human could understand, just feelings, emotions and a dash of chaos then sent shockwaves of energy through the air until he heard…

“Crying?” He muttered and turned his head in the direction of the soft sobbing. He frowned and plunged back under the water, swimming as fast as he could towards the shore.

As he approached the harbour he peeked out, barely lifting his head above the waves. There was a young girl with her dress pushed up to her knees as she dangled her ankles in the salty sea water. Her hair was long and ashen, falling down past her shoulders in waves that a sorceress would envy. Her cheeks were blotchy and tearstained, the source of the sobbing.

Jaskier swam to a secluded corner of the shore and pulled himself onto the beach. As he did he released his magic and his tentacles morphed into human legs. With another burst of magic he was clothed in the finest silk trousers and a soft linen shirt. He thought about a matching doublet but, having spent most of his life topless under the sea, he didn’t really like them. He shook himself dry with the help of one final wave of chaos and sauntered over to the little girl. “Are you alright?”

She gasped and jumped up, pulling a dagger from the folds of her dress. “Don’t touch me!”

Jaskier put his hands up. “I’m not going to, I just heard you crying. I can sit over here and listen, if you need that?” He slowly moved back away from the girl, putting a few metres away in between them.

The girl glared and waved the dagger in his direction. “Stay over there and don’t talk.”

“As you wish.”

“I said don’t talk!”

Jaskier’s mouth snapped shut and he waved his hand, gesturing for her to continue.

“Do you know who I am?” The girl asked, narrowing her eyes at him and still not lowering the dagger. Jaskier shook his head. “Good.” She sheathed her dagger and turned to stare out into the ocean. “My parents died when I was a child and apparently I’m linked by Destiny to some witcher but my… my aunt won’t tell me anything about him. Only she’s too busy with… with working at the, the blacksmith and all my friends treat me like glass no matter how many times I tell them that I’m just… just Fiona.”

Jaskier hummed and tilted his head as he listened. She was lying to him. He didn’t know why yet but she was absolutely hiding something, then again, so was he. She had no idea that he wasn’t as human as he appeared.

“And I keep dreaming of wolves, white wolves with yellow eyes. It’s driving me mad and I can’t sleep! I know it’s got something to do with my Destiny and I’m just so angry!” Fiona hissed.

“So you’re not upset?” Jaskier asked quietly.

“Of course I’m upset!” Fiona growled. “But mostly I’m just fucking cross at my gran… my aunt.”

“Your gran aunt?” Jaskier let out a soft laugh.

“I told you to shut up!” She hissed again.

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “My apologies, Fiona. What if I help you find this witcher?”

Fiona’s eyes lit up. “You would do that?”

Jaskier shrugged. “Sounds like an adventure. I love adventures! But I do have one condition.”

Fiona’s face transformed back into a fierce scowl. Jaskier didn’t mind. She was right not to trust him. She didn’t know him at all. “What?”

“I would like a lute!” He grinned. He could magic one up but they never sounded as good as ones that had been lovingly crafted. “Mine was taken from me and I simply cannot be without a lute.”

Fiona laughed. “You’re a bard?”

He winked and did a little bow. “Jaskier, at your service.”

She wrinkled her nose. “No. Don’t bow.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. “Alright then. No bows, but I am a bard, little one. I may forget.” He winked, playing along with the back story she had created for him.

And so they set off, to find the witcher. They passed through Cintra on the way. Fiona made Jaskier wait outside the city whilst she procured him a lute. He wasn’t entirely sure that she hadn’t stolen it, she was acting incredible suspicious about the whole affair, but he had a lute so he wasn’t going to complain. Jaskier gently pressed Fiona for details on her mysterious witcher that she was apparently linked to. He’d never met a witcher and he was intrigued. He knew witchers were monster hunters but they also tended to stay away from the sea creatures. They were not designed to fight in the depths of the oceans. Jaskier was pretty sure he was safe.

He would just stay in human form until he was away from the witcher.

He’d be fine.

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“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Fiona asked as they peered at the campfire together.

Jaskier had found a lovely spot by the river and charmed a couple of fish into his hands so they would have dinner.

Now he just had to cook the things. Fiona was very human and would probably run a mile if he were to just eat the fish raw. Although personally he didn’t see the problem with it. Humans were just fussy. He sighed and prodded at the firewood. Jaskier’s magic could be incredibly powerful…. around water. He was shit at fire. You didn’t need fire in the ocean so why would a sea witch have fire magic, but he was also not the one that was going to freeze to death if he didn’t get the fire started.

“Yes.” He snapped. “Can you do any better?”

Fiona tilted her head and glared at him with fierce green eyes. “Yes. Now give it here!”

She did do better and within minutes they were sat by a fire roasting the fish that Jaskier had prepared. Jaskier played whilst they were waiting, old sea shanties that he’d heard pirates sing from their boats. He knew some songs from the main land, he’d visited enough times but the shanties were uplifting and helped to cheer up his young companion.

As he sang he let out tendrils of magic to search for Geralt of Rivia, calling on the clouds and the rivers to help guide him. They told him of a castle high up in the mountains where the witchers of the Wolf School hid out over winter, but spring was blooming over the Continent and the witchers would soon be back on the path. Geralt, he learned as he sang, was a white haired witcher also known as the Butcher of Blaviken. This worried Jaskier. He had already grown quite fond of the young girl that sat beside him and the moniker seemed a little violent. He would be sure to be near a source of water when he guided them towards Geralt, he didn’t want to be totally useless against the monster slayer.

Fiona asked him about his life and family as they ate. He lied of course. He invented a whole new backstory for himself as not to alarm the young girl. The Viscount de Lettenhove. She noted that she’d never heard of the Lettenhove estate and he mumbled something about it being an obscure place, which is why he had left to become a bard. He could see she didn’t believe him by the way she scrunched up her nose.

“We all have our secrets… Fiona.” He said pointedly. “But I promise you that I won’t harm you. I will take you to your destiny and then fuck off.”

Fiona blushed at the use of her name and stared at the flames of the fire. “Ciri.” She muttered. “My name is Ciri.”

Jaskier laughed and smiled fondly at the young girl. “It is nice to meet you, Ciri.”

“So where are you really from?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh ho ho!” He laughed at her tenacity. “I’m afraid that’s a little bigger than a name, my dear. Let’s just say it is a beautiful place that is far far away from here.”

She glared at him. “You’re not human.”

It wasn’t a question.

He tilted his head. “Right. That’s quite an accusation.”

“Fae?” She asked.

“No.”

“Doppler?”

“Ciri, no.” He sighed.   “Werewolf!” She grinned and clapped her hands together.

He pouted. “Oh for love of… follow me.”

“Why?”

“Do you want to know or not?” He snapped.

“Urgh. Fine.” She muttered and they walked together towards the river.

Jaskier gestured for her to remain on the bank whilst he waded into the water. It wasn’t deep but it was enough that he could change back into his real form. His clothes melted away as his legs morphed back into tentacles. He pulled at the river with his magic to create a spinning orb of water, passing it back and forth between his hands.

“A mermaid?” Ciri gasped and he shook his head.

“A sea witch.” He corrected her and waved a tentacle at her. “I don’t have fins.”

Ciri snorted. “But you’re a man. How can you be a witch?”

Jaskier looked down at his lower body and then sighed. Humans. So narrow-minded. “You are a hu-man, but you don’t see me questioning your gender.” He muttered.

“Oh.”

“Enough now. Get back to camp. We’ll continue searching for Geralt in the morning.” He shuffled back to the river and changed back into his human form, clothes and all.

“Alright.” Ciri mumbled with a yawn. “Goodnight, then.”

“Night, Ciri.” He replied softly, he wasn’t tired yet. So he turned back to the fire to watch the flames dance in the darkness of the night. He hummed a lullaby under his breath until Ciri fell asleep.

When he eventually joined the girl in the land of dreams, he dreamt of the oceans that he was now so far away from.

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angstalottle · 5 years

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I Picked You Flowers

The funny thing about working with the blade was that they were all so silent and professional that it was easy for Keith to forget that they were there sometimes.

Back with Voltron he could sneak away for a few moments peace during lulls in the mission and no one would be the wiser, but with them. Well, every little movement was observed and calculated without Keith ever knowing until it was too late.

He had hoped that after two years of training with his mom he would be able to keep out of their sights by now. But as he got off the ship to see Kolivan standing in his way with his arms crossed and a frown on his face Keith knew he had been caught.

“Care to explain yourself?”

Keith looked away catching as the rest of his squad slipped out of the hangar likely to avoid the wrath that was about to come. “I don't know what you mean.”

Kolivan sighed “you were under strict orders to wait for the pod and not go wandering off. Yet you disappeared for a good Varga. I want an explanation now.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth.”

Keith glared at him for a long time before finally throwing his hands into the air “ I was taking a shit ok?! Am I not even allowed to do that without being monitored.?”

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment as Keith refused to break eye contact and Kolivan was unsure how to continue.

Finally, he cleared his throat and nodded towards the door as to let Keith know he was free to go. That was all the signal he needed before he climbed into one of the smaller pods “ I'm going to the castle for a while. Don't wait up.”

Kolivan nodded watching as he left and the doors closed. It was a few more minutes before Krolia stepped out of the shadows.

“Do you think he's telling the truth?” He asked not turning to look at her.

“I know he isn't, but I also trust him not to be doing anything that would endanger the mission.” She replied as she watched the tracker on her wrist “he's heading to the castle at least. Perhaps his odd behaviour lately has something to do with Voltron?”

Kolivan rose an eyebrow “how so?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Krolia smirked up at him “he's clearly smitten for the blue paladin and if my intel is right he is quite sick at the moment.”

“If he wished to spend time with his sick mate all he had to do was ask. Though I fail to understand what this has to do with him disappearing today.”

Krolia chuckled as she patted him on the arm “you didn't notice the meadow of wildflowers next to the landing site?”

“I did,” Kolivan said getting more and more confused as the conversation progressed. What could flowers have to do with anything?

“Well on Earth flowers are given as gifts to your beloved, especially if they should fall ill or be injured. I believe that our Keith has taken the first step in courting the blue paladin.” Krolia smiled fondly, even though when her husband gave her flowers she thought they were food the sentiment hadn't been lost on her and she treasured the memory to this day.

A low rumbling laugh came from Kolivand throat “ I can see why he wanted to keep that secret. When it comes to the matters of the sword he has the best instincts I've ever seen. But the heart… well, he will need all the help he can get.”

Keith paced nervously outside the infirmary.

Just before he left for his mission that morning Shiro had called to tell him Lance got hurt pretty bad, he was going to be fine but the cryo pod had taken a lot out of him and left him in a sickly weakened state.

Since they didn't know how long he would be like this they needed Keith back in case they needed Voltron.

That and since he woke up Lance had not stopped asking for Keith, but Shiro decided to leave out that little piece of information until he spotted Keith running down the halls with a bunch of flowers firmly clasped in his hand.

He had been ready to see Lance before he knew that the blue paladin had been just as desperate to see him. Now a new kind of terror Keith had never really felt before settled in the pit of his stomach.

“Do you always bring flowers when Lance is sick?”

Hunks voice caused Keith to nearly jump out of his skin as it seemed like he materialised behind him with a tray of food in hand and a knowing smirk on his face.

“No.. well yes but this is… this is the first time he's been sick.” Keith stammered out suddenly feeling very hot and wondered for a moment if he was sick too.

“Relax I'm messing with you.” Hunk chuckled as he gently pushed past him to get to the door “I'm sure he will love them when he wakes up.”

Keith stared at him for a moment “Lance is not awake yet?”

Hunk shook his head and sighed “not right now, no… he's only woken up a couple times since he got out of the pod yesterday and he hasn't really been all there thanks to the fever. He keeps hallucinating… he's been asking for you.”

Keith grimaced “yeah… Shiro said.”

“I bet he will be happy your back. Circumstances aside… Did… Did Shiro tell you what happened?”

Keith shook his head no.

“He was watching our back from a tower when a bomb went off. He was buried under the ruble and… when he got him out he wasn't breathing. There was so much blood and… and.” Hunk snapped his mouth shut with an audible pop as he worked to slow his erratic breathing. “Let's just say it's lucky we had to pods… otherwise, I doubt he would have been so lucky.”

Keith nodded as he took a step forwards, suddenly overcome with the urge to see Lance safe for himself, to just watch his chest move and tell him that everything ok because he's here and no one will hurt him again.

He barely moved when Hunky put a hand on his shoulder “he's going to live but… I don't know how much Shiro told you but it was really bad and… just be prepared ok?”

Keith once again silently nodded and this time when he moved towards the room no one stopped him.

The first thing he noticed was the scent of sickness that hung in the air.

Stale and suffocating to breathe in, making Keith wish he could just turn around and hide in his room until Lance was all better.

The room was dark save for the dim glow of the instruments around the room that monitored their only patient.

Lance lay in the closet bed. Thick blankets piled on top of him and pulled up right to his chin. His skin was an ashen grey with a hot red blush high on his cheeks glistening with sweat despite his constant shivers.

He let out a small groan as he turned slightly in his sleep giving Keith a good view of why Hunk had felt the need to warn him.

There was a fresh pink scar stretching from the back of his head down over his right eyebrow. It was jagged and puffed up in areas and at that moment Keith realised why the injury had been so bad. Lance’s skull had been cracked open and on Earth, the best case scenario would have been severe brain trauma.

Keith lowered himself down onto the bed and took Lance’s shaking hand into his own and brought it up to his lips.

“I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you” he whispered as he brushed the hair off his much too hot forehead.

He didn't know if Hulk had followed him in and for once he didn't care if he had an audience. His Lance needed him and he will be damned if anyone gets in his way.

There was an old glass of water next to the bed, likely left from the night before and had been replaced with the much fuller one next to it.

Keith carefully placed the flowers in the old water and smiled softly down at Lance.

“I know it seems silly but when I heard you were sick the first thing I wanted to do was bring you flowers. I've never even picked a flower I wasn't going to eat before but for you, I spent an hour finding the nicest ones I could.” a quiet chuckle escaped his throat “go figure I get the ones that remained me of your eyes. I guess to me there's nothing more beautiful in this or any other universe.”

Lance stirred slightly in his sleep but made no indication of waking up, something that came as a bittersweet realisation to Keith. He doubted if he was awake he would actually be able to say what he had wanted to for years now.

“Lance you… you make me want to be a better person, a better friend and a better hero because to me you're already the best at all those things. You take someone spiralling into darkness and pull them back into the light. You are kinder and stronger than you could ever imagine and… and that's why I love you.”

Keith felt light a weight had been lifted from his heart. A weight he had been carrying since the day he realized just how much he cared for the blue paladin.

A small giggle escaped his mouth as he leaned down and kissed Lance on the forehead “I love you Lance, more than you can ever know.”

“I love you too mullet.”

Keith watched as Lance’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up at him with a goofy smile that made Keith's heart skip a beat.

“Lance! Your awake and… wait your hallucinating again I'll erm ill get Hunk” Keith tried to get up but Lance’s weak grip on his wrist was more than enough to keep him in place.

“Don't try to pretend this bonding moment didn't happen that's my thing.”

“I thought you didn't remember that.” Keith chuckled as he relaxed back into a sitting position.

Lance shrugged “maybe I wasn't ready to admit I remembered it back then… maybe I wasn't ready to admit a lot of things.”

Keith licked his lips nervously as he watched Lance in silence for a moment “so… you heard what I said.”

Lance nodded.

“And.. and you meant what you said?”

Again Lance nodded “and I felt the kiss. The problem is you missed.”

Keith frowned “what do you me-”

He was cut off by Lance wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing their lips together. For one glorious moment, the universe was still and it was just the two of them alone together.

Then Pidge wolf whistled followed by Hunk shushing her and Shiro laughing at the two of them.

Keith and Lance pulled away from each other blushing as they looked at the rest of their team.

“Well, it's about time you two idiots figure it out” Pidge yelled as Hunk put his hand over her mouth.

“I'm happy for you guys but Lance you really should take it easy.” Shiro glanced at the flowers “ I think it would be for the best if we all leave you to rest. I'm sure Keith wouldn't mind taking the first shift in keeping an eye on you.”

Keith had never felt more grateful for his brother in his life as he shooed the paladins out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Lance grinned as he pulled back the covers for Keith to join him “I may be too sick for any more making out but that doesn't mean you're getting out of affection buddy.”

“Wouldn't dream of it” Keith said as he climbed into the bed and pulled Lance close. Soon the two both drifted off with Lance’s head resting on Keith's chest listening to his heartbeat and letting himself realise he couldn't be happier.

#langst #lance #klance #keith #shiro #hunk #pidge

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The Fortress of Darkness and Light Part 1

The next morning the heroes awoke and prepared for the final battle, Legend assured them they could reach Veran’s fortress before the day was over and they revealed in the idea that in only a matter of hours they would be free. Free from the influence of the darks and finally back to their own selves.

With all their weapons and armor at the ready, magical tools on hand the ten of them set out from Legend’s house. The purple rabbit man, Ravio, had insisted on following them, claiming to worry about Legend’s safety.

Sighing Sky walked alongside his friends, he should have felt happy to almost be rid of Stygian, but he didn’t. If he was honest he hadn’t felt much at all recently. Stygian kept quiet most of the time which was almost worse than talking constantly.

The day passed in a haze, everyone was on edge legend and Ravio led the group reassuring every once and awhile they were getting close. Despite being “good friends” Sky never really saw Ravio and Legend act like it. Both of them kept their attention on other things and rarely spoke to each other while they were traveling.

Sky just wanted it all to be done, he wanted to rest. It had been so long since he’d had a refreshing deep sleep, since he dreamed instead of having cryptid nightmares that only filled him anxiety and stress.

Just after their noon time lunch break Legend turned to address them, his skin had become more ashen recently and the green highlights in his hair more pronounced.

“In just about ten minutes of walking Veran’s fortress should be in sight. Once we get in we just have to make it to the top and take her out. The usual stuff. I don’t know what kind of traps she’ll have set up so be ready for anything.” With the Legend turned around and lead them on.

Surely enough very soon the fortress appeared in their vision, it appeared like a twisted imitation of Hyrule castle. Colored all dark great a shadow was cast over the land, as they continued on the draw bridge opened and Veran’s voice drifted out over the wind,

“Heroes of light, creatures of dark, and those in between. You seek to be free yet first you must pass through my fortress, trials of dark and trials of light await you. Only if you embrace both will you succeed.”

As Veran’s voice faded so did the light around them and the heroes slipped into unconsciousness.

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When Sky awoke again it was like his head was full of dense clouds that made his thoughts fuzzy and slow. Looking around he saw only Legend, Four, Wild, and Twilight. The others were gone. A quick survey showed they were in a small room with a corridor leading outward.

“She split us up.” Legend observed looking at his friends before registering, “Wait where’s Ravio?”

“He’s probably with the others.” Twi comforted as Sky moved to sitting still trying to clear his head, all their words felt muffled and distant.

“That means he’s alone with Eternal, and Conqueror, and Callous.” Legend’s breath speed up slightly, looking on the edge of panic. “We need to find them.”

Four grabbed Legend’s hand and signed something Sky couldn’t see. As Twilight continued, “No, that means he’s there with Time, and Warriors and Hyrule. They wouldn’t let the darks hurt him.”

Legend mumbled something Sky couldn’t hear, his ears finally beginning to clear he heard Wild speak up. “We need to get moving, I’m sure we’ll meet up with others if we just go through.

The others nodded and gathered their things. Sky stood noticing his second sword had slipped out of its scabbard, the sword he loathed to use but found himself carrying most often. Fi still wouldn't respond, not so much as a word or even a feeling in months, it was almost easier to use the demon sword rather than have to deal with that silence.

Sighing lightly he put his swords back in their scabbard as the ghostly image of his old enemy appeared by him, not that the others could see.

"Finally we made it to the stupid palace, I can't wait to be free of this stupid light." Griahim complained as he often did.

Sky just ignored the sword spirit as he started to follow the others. Ghirahim continued to complain as they went, complaining that he hadn't taken care of the blade or complaining about the temple and it's garish design.

As they ended the hall it opened into a wide room with black and white tiles if the floor, as Wild who was in the lead stepped in the first tile it made a sound like a note played on the piano.

“What the…?” Wild started.

Veran’s melodious voice floated over them once again “Each of you must play along to the song of the tiles, for if you dont death will befall on these trials.”

The five looked at each other, before Sky spoke up. “I think we need to play music, as we walk across.”

From his bag Sky drew his Zelda’s harp, the small golden harp reminded him of her. A heavy weight settled in his heart as somewhere in the pits of their soul he felt Stygain’s repulse for her. Sky still loved her, more than he had ever loved anyone before, but using her harp felt wrong in his hands.

Trying to push that feeling of disgust away he strummed the harp lightly its golden tones still melodious as they always had been. Four and Legend turned to their bags and dug through them, Four producing a simple ocarina and Legend producing a harp, quite different from Zelda’s. Legend’s harp was pink and blue in a circle, with golden features. As he strummed it the others could feel the power that came from it, this was not just an instrument.

Wild and Twilight just kind of stood there awkwardly and Four turned to them signing “You music play?”

“Well um I do have one thing I could try, I’m not very good with it.” With a few taps of the Sheikah slate wild pulled out an accordion. He squeezed the instrument a few times tapping the keys on the side in a familiar melody though Sky couldn’t recall its name. Legend nodded and they turned back to Twilight who shifted nervously.

“Do you not play any instrument?” Legend questioned. “I've got a spare few in my bag….”

“I um, I usually howl.” Twilight muttered. The others attention snapped back to him.

“You what?” Legend laughed.

“I howl, I can whistle too but not without a piece of grass.” Twi said his face becoming more assured.

“It’ll be fine Twilight.” Wild said looking at the others, he shifted his accordion and turned back around to face the room.

Sky watched as Twilight shifted into his wolf form and let out a howl, deep and full. The others played their instruments along with it, the sounds of their odd five piece band mingling together.

Sky strummed the harp as they made their way through the room, each new tile would make a note and they would respond by playing the same or accompanying ones, as they hurried over the floor it grew into a song of sorts each note helping to create the symphony. As Sky played the feeling of the harp in his hands made him warm, glad that he had this piece of her with him.

As they reached the final tile of them room it sounded with a deep tone like that of a church bell striking, though they tried to recreate it only Twilight’s howls came anywhere close to it. Though he should have felt panicked Sky didn’t, he felt calm, calmer than he had in awhile but Zelda’s harp always had that effect on him. Instead Sky just briskly walked forward off the tile into the safety of the hallway as the tile began to crack and shake. The others quickly followed running and in some cases jumping off to make it into the hallway.

After putting away their instruments the other turned to Sky.

“How did you know that would work?” Twilight questioned. “There could have been some other trap or trick.”

Sky simply shrugged, “It was the last tile, it was the simplest path.”

After a few more odd glances the others continued on ward as they started through the maze of Veran’s castle, they honestly did more getting lost than they did solving puzzles or setting off traps.

But as they continued Sky kept thinking about that puzzle, about the song they played, once he put it together it seemed familiar, like something Zelda would have played for him when they were younger. An image of her playing the harp, her hands moving lightly over is strings, golden hair gleaming in the sun appeared in his mind conjuring up a small smile on his face.

Could have this witch designed the puzzle, for him? To remind him of his Zelda? Sky’s thoughts wondered at the possibility, but why would she have done that? As he followed that line of reasoning Sky thoughts turned, she was using Zelda’s song to mock him. To use something he loved against him.

The dark part of his mind, the voice and emotions he’d come to associate with Stygian spoke. “You let your pathetic obsession with her make you a fool, even before this witch stepped in.”

“Its not an obsession, I love her.” He defended yet the voice rose again.

“And that makes you all the weaker, thinking yourself worthy of a goddess.”

Sky’s heart fell as he considered the words, was he really worthy of her and her affection? He spent his entire life learning how to fight to protect her, to be a knight for their home. But for what? For a woman that would never be able to be with him even though they had been reincarnated so many times together.

The harp now hidden in his pack seemed to grow heavy at his thoughts and he felt a growing repulsion to the instrument. All of that, just to solve a stupid puzzle?

#linkeduniverse #merged #the dungeon begins #the end is nigh #sky just wants to be happy with zelda #but he cant

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