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acourtofmenandthirst · 2 years

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A New Male (Part I of II)

Rhysand’s Sister!Reader x Eris

So this is as canon as possible, but I already blurred the Rhys’s sister & mother and Mor storyline - so just go with it! This takes place pre-Feyre, so just some Night Court family drama :) I know I’ve been absent, it’s been hard to find time to write, but I wanted to share the first half of what I have so far!

Thank you to the anon(s) who requested this, I really like the storyline, it’s just been taking me a long time to put together and I had a long plot, so need a part two (was just too excited to make anyone wait any longer!) & thank you to my sister for getting me to sit down and write it lol

Part II Here

Warnings: None, mother’s death, controlling family (what else is new for both of these families)

Word Count: 5.6K

“Be careful, (Y/N),” your mother yelled as you flung open the balcony doors. “Don’t leave the court and be back before sunset - ”

“I will!” You call back, not even turning back down the hall to where she stood in the kitchen doorway, drying a copper pot. She rolled her eyes, unable to hide the small smile playing on her lips as you leapt off the balcony with a dive, holding your arms straight in front of you as you twisted through the air. The rocks slid past, blurring in your vision, before you threw your wings out, catching yourself halfway down the fall.

The wind captured you, letting you sail over the racing river and coast amongst the clouds. The wind bit at you, and you almost cursed yourself for not grabbing a jacket before you left. But you let the cool air swirl through your hair and dance across your rosy cheeks, swallowing in the fresh air after you let out a long breath.

Freedom - the rush of the air, the vapors dancing over the whirling river, the dark pine trees littering the bank. It had been too long since you’d flown over the city of Velaris. The citizens below you were none the wiser, staring up at you from so far below that they thought you were merely a bird.

Your brother often berated you for flying so high, so far from home.

“You’re not High Lord, Rhysand,” you grumbled, pushing past him as he followed you inside from the terrace. “Stop acting like father.”

Rhys rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his black hair. The insult hurt him more than he thought it should. “I’m not acting like father - I’m just worried about your safety.” He winnowed two steps in front of you, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. His own wings were drawn out, flayed in the arch. “Besides, I will be High Lord someday, so you better start listening to me now.”

You huffed a breath but offered your older brother a smile. “You don’t know that - maybe the powers will call to me,” you offered simply, propping your hands on your hips. “The first female High Lord?”

Rhys laughed, barking out a chase breath. “I would entertain the idea if I didn’t already know how much stronger I am than you.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, scoffing at your annoying brother as you pushed past him into the hallway.

You smiled at the memory, heart clenching a bit as you thought of him, away in the Illyrian mountains. He’d been gone with your father, tending to whatever court duties your father felt was too dirty to bother you with. As his daughter, you weren’t allowed in the war camps, couldn’t visit your mother’s family or train with the young males. You barely knew Rhysand’s friends - those he considered his brothers - as you weren’t permitted to intermingle with that side of your family. Your father had a soft spot for you, though, one that caused him to keep you nearly hidden from Illyrian life, your wings had been the only Illyrian relic for you to keep.

You soared over the trees and cluttered forest, along the cliffs of the mountain as you flew past the mountain and neared the Winter Court. The air was just as bitter as it was in Night, burning your lungs as you gasped for air. You hadn't flown that fast in a long while, only being allowed to fly alone when your father was gone. Otherwise, he demanded that your mother or brother went with you.

“You don’t know what kind of savages lie beyond these borders,” he had told you, dark eyes not peering up from the book he had propped on his desk.

“I know all about the Attors and the Naga and the - ”

“It is not just about the creatures, (Y/N),” he interrupted, turning the page, eyes skimming the material, tone unwavering. “What you fail to understand is that there are Fae that want to hurt you, too. The males you don’t think twice about have been waiting their whole lives for an opportunity to hurt you.” You bit back whatever response you had waiting. Instead, you simply turned on your heel and made your way out of the office. His voice called down the stony hall: “you’ll thank me someday.”

Past the snowy tree tops and icy river in the Winter Court, you found yourself crossing the border once more, this time into Autumn. The haze swirled around the orange and red trees, murky fog gathering through the forest, hiding all of the secrets Autumn had to offer. You met the harsh smell of the bonfire as you neared the clearing, flapping your wings to keep you up higher and avoid the smoke. You curled your arms around yourself, wishing you had that jacket afterall.

But the warmth of the fire was so inviting, the smell of the smoke that reminded you only of the sweet cinnamon spice and crunch of a freshly harvested apple.

You bit your lip, arms running over your frigid skin. You narrowed your eyes as you dropped altitude, hovering just above the trees. You recognized that fiery red hair from a mile away - the tall male playing with the fire swirling it in his hands, flames dancing in his eyes.

Eris Vanserra.

The Autumn Court male sat perched on a fallen tree, the dying bark stiff and dark. He looked so relaxed - and if you squinted, you could make out the slight curve of his shoulders, slouched. You almost smiled, remembering the last time you saw him at one of the Court of Nightmares’ balls.

Beron had brought all of his sons. There had been only three at that time. Three rowdy males, itching to escape the tight pressed suits with stiff collars, unable to stop themselves from making smart remarks and flashing their teeth at any Night Court female wearing less than their Autumn counterparts.

Beron stood proud in the center, flanked by Eris and his wife, then the two remaining sons. They all stood straight, shoulders back and chins held high, as if they owned the room. And the people in it.

Your father was fond of Beron, perhaps it was their innate coldness to the world, their matching thirst for power. Despite their friendship, it was Rhysand who permitted you from fraternizing with them. “Stay away from them,” he spat through gritted teeth, staring at the tallest one, who, unsurprisingly, was glaring back with just as much fervor.

Though shivers ran down your spine. You watched as his light lips pulled up ever so slightly at the corner, his dark red brows held straight. His eyes burned, a caged animal who knew his escape, waiting for just the right moment to pounce.

A smirk that was positively feral.

And Rhys didn’t miss how those fiery eyes flitted to you.

He broke his own trance only to demand your attention, hoping you hadn’t met that damned Vanserra stare, the one that held the promise of Eris marking his territory. You snapped at your brother as he grabbed your forearm under the table, pulling you towards him. But Rhys continued: “I mean it, (Y/N), he’s not here to make friends.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the crowd, eyes scanning for where Cassian stood guard at the door. It took you longer to find Azriel, lurking in the shadows - the only thing visible in the dark coverage were those bright eyes. You’d overheard your brother requesting their help. He had his own plans for taking over the court, already forming plans and handing out responsibility to his makeshift brothers. Tonight, they had been ordered to watch you.

Or - watch those watching you.

“It’s a ball, Rhysand.” Your eyes flitted to his midnight-colored ones, narrowed at you. “I can entertain my guests.”

“Not. That. One.”

What he didn’t tell you was that your father and Eris’s father had struck up a deal. A plan Rhys was also not too fond of, and had done all but begged his father to decline. In a deceptive attempt to tie the two courts together, Beron and your father had betrothed the two of you. But Rhys had a lengthy meeting with his father, lasting days during their last trip to one of the Illyrian warcamps, convincing him that tying you to Beron, dropping you in the midst of Autumn - wings and all - would not be so kind.

And even though all The High Lord of the Night Court wanted was power and territory, you were still his favorite child. His most prized possession, not one he would easily pass off into foreign hands, into the burning flames of the barely mature Autumn male.

Your father had some pent up feelings about it, taking it out of Rhys and the poor Illyrians. He’d dealt with it though, able to relish in his one small victory.

It was rumored Kier’s wife was carrying a daughter, though.

You circled around the treetops, dancing around the burrowing smoke from the bonfire, grey swirling against the colorful trees. Eris hadn’t moved much, legs outstretched in front of him, lazily throwing knives into a plump pumpkin in front of the fire. As he flicked the last one, it flew past, burying itself in the burning hit logs, cracking red with sparks and dancing embers.

The male pushed himself from his seat, stalking over to the fire and rummaging through the flames for his knife. Your eyebrows knitted together as you watched him manhandle to logs, digging around for his probably favored knife.

He rose steadily, standing just as tall as you remembered, holding the knife in a fist full of fire. Your mouth went dry as the red curled up his arm, tendrils crawling up his arm, licking all the way to his shoulders. The breath was pulled from your lungs, but you forced down a gulp of air, blinking in disbelief.

His eyes mirrored the glossy flames, wicked with pleasure. You almost hoped he smiled - smirked at the very least. Flashed that predatory smile that had your stomach fluttering.

As he threw the fire, far off in the distance to some pile of wet leaves, extinguishing the fire by the time it met the foliage, you felt the air scraping past you.

Fuck.

You flapped your wings, big, slow, broad strokes that had you catching yourself as you dropped in altitude. You cursed yourself, knowing how your brother would chastise you - not only for being here, watching that particular male - but for becoming so distracted you nearly fell from the sky.

With a few more powerful pushes, you lifted, raising only until you were far enough to go undetected.

Or so you thought.

Those red eyes lifted to the sky, a large pale hand drawn through his air in locks.

His gaze met yours.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You turned immediately, rising even higher and building up speed to race home in record speed. Your heart was thumping even before you fully took off back toward Winter.

Perhaps it was the fear of trespassing, or getting caught. It could have been the exhilaration running through your veins. Maybe the fact that you were fighting against all of your desires to drop down beside him.

You didn’t know Eris shared that last desire.

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“You can’t keep me here!”

It was all you said - yelled - screeched - as you pushed through the front door, not caring that they rattled against the stone walls, nearly snapping at the hinges. Your steps were hard as you found yourself approaching the office, where you easily found Rhysand buried in a book, not bothered by your yelling or sudden intrusion.

He had become so much like your father.

Buried in books, growing his power - for what, you didn’t know. You’d already given up on your hopes of claiming the throne, knowing that all the pushing your father had done to Rhys, for him to strengthen his powers, already promised him the apparent role.

Your mother’s death hit the both of you too hard. Unprepared. Never having lost anything or anyone in your life. You stayed awake at night thinking of her, of her midnight black hair and soft wings. Of how she cared for you, running a hand down your back to lull you to sleep.

You’d spent a few years apart from her, while she returned home to live in the cabin while Rhysand trained as a young male in the Illyrian Mountains. There, she tended to him and his newfound brothers.

You remained in your father’s estate in the true Night Court, carved in the mountainside, swirling with darkness and shadows. Cold, hidden, alone. None of your mother’s kindness, not the smell of her homemade pies. Not your brother, play fighting with wooden swords or flying down the grand staircase. You only lived in Velaris when your mother was home. Without her, it was just you and the High Lord.

A mother’s love for her son would always outweigh that of a father’s for his daughter.

“Let me fly,” you seethed, having to hold yourself back from strangling him from across the desk.

His eyes didn’t look up from where they were fixated on the book in front of him. His black hair curled over his forehead, nose buried in work. He reminded you so much of your father that it almost made you wince. “You can fly -”

“Outside. Of. Velaris.” Venom clinched each word as you spat through gritted teeth.

He did sit back, though, against that broad wooden chair. His wings nowhere in sight. “It’s not safe for you beyond Velaris.”

For you.

“I’m not one of your precious warriors you can order around. Or one of father’s caged subjects in the Court of Nightmares -”

Rhys almost smiled. “Why are you asking me for permission to fly, instead of him?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Because it was Azriel standing in my way, not any of the guards.” Then Rhys did smile, pleased with himself and his friend. Future spymaster of the Night Court, indeed. “Order him to stand down. I don’t need you - or him, for that matter - following me around.”

“It’s for your own protection,” he stated, dark eyes leveling yours. “What happened to mother -”

“It’s been years and don’t use that as some kind of excuse, Rhysand. You know as well as I do that keeping me here won’t fix anything.” Your eyes narrowed at him, as you stepped closer and stood over him, still sitting at the desk that reminded you so much of your fathers.

Rhysand watched as you pivoted on your heel and left the study, wings flaring out behind you. “You’ll thank me someday.” It was all he called out to you as you stormed out - exactly what your father always said to you.

Gods save whatever female ended up mated to him.

It was easy to lock yourself in your room, skipping dinner without so much as an excuse to your father or brother. One of the wraiths came to your room with a tray of soup and meat, to which you turned her away, informing her that you’d like to spend the rest of the evening alone.

You flopped yourself on your wide bed, dark sheets and plush blankets welcoming you home from the cold halls. Nothing had been the same since your mother died. Your father had become unhinged, burning his relationship with the Illyrians even further, torturing and working them harder than he ever had. Rhysand was blind to it, despite those two full-blooded warriors that hung around him. All the pain and suffering would be handled by Cassian once he was officially appointed as General. Azriel spent his days lurking around the court on behalf of the males in your family, offering secrets and tracking every movement. Every one of your movements, too, it seemed.

When you were sure the rest of the estate was asleep, you threw your wide balcony doors open, curtains flailing on either side. The cold chill of night bit your flesh, and you opted to throw a slotted jacket on before you jumped off the cliff.

Your wings splayed immediately, catching you on the stiff wind. You jerked up in the air, flapping your wings powerfully to build momentum.

You had to cross the border.

You raced against the wind, the cold air burning your lungs as you steadied your breath, building up stamina. Nearly out of breath from working against the winter air, you gritted your teeth, huffing out each breath. You cursed your brother, your father, everyone who was keeping you in the court.

You slipped between the mountaintops, banking to dip low in the valley, flying through the shadows to escape. Luckily, you weren’t met with the shadow singer, who was waiting along the tree line earlier to bring you back to Rhys. Cassian wasn’t there either, bulky arms crossed in disappointment, despite the small smirk pulled at his lips.

You soared close to the shimmering tree tops, shaking in the wind. Night blurred into Winter, the dreary landscape fell into a blanket of white, plush pillows of snow fell between the trees and stained the leaves. You longed to drop, to tuck your wings in and fall into the icy piles, to slide down the hills and lay in the snow.

But the cold nipped at you, cascading through your hair and biting the tips of your ears. You soared far enough that the snow began to melt, disappearing towards the Autumn border. You continued toward the orange trees, the smell of fall spice and misty air.

You dropped toward a clearing, boots hitting the stiff mud, cracking underneath your landing. You stretched your wings, twisting your back until you felt your vertebrae pop. With a few rolls of your shoulders, you turned on your heel, observing the surroundings. Mist curled around the tree trunks, moonlight bouncing off the water droplets.

The smell of oak and cinnamon hit your nose, smoke and burning embers sending shivers down your spine. Despite being deep in the Autumn woods, you searched for the source - for who was wandering this forest with you.

“Far from home?” The voice called, low and quiet. Your eyes caught the flash of red hair, as the male stepped out from behind a large tree trunk, emerging from the shadows.

He approached slowly, one hand pressed against his abdomen, where his suit was fastened together with golden buttons, the other, small blade in hand, casually at his side. He stood taller than you - taller than your brother and all of his friends, too - you turned your neck up to meet his amber eyes.

The darkness did not dim his light, the fire that danced in those eyes. His stark cheekbones grew more pronounced as he smiled, that same sly smirk that he’d given you years before in the Court of Nightmares. As his gaze raked over you, you were suddenly hyper-aware of your red stained cheeks and near frost-bitten ears.

But Eris loved the sight of your cold stained skin - red was his favorite color, after all.

“Lost?” He continued, the blade twisting in his long fingers.

You shook your head, turning your chin up higher, as if that would make you any taller, any less intimidated by the heir apparent. “Just out for a late night flight.”

He nodded, biting his lower lip, flashing his sharp white teeth. “I don’t think we ever met, that night at the ball.” You nodded, hands running down your front to smooth out the winkles. “I’m Eris Vanserra.”

I know.

“(Y/N),” you replied before cocking your head to the side. “Do you always greet your guests in such a welcoming manner?”

Your eyes flitted down to where he turned the knife in his hand, then back up to his eyes. He almost laughed, but instead huffed out a louder-than-normal breath. He pocketed the tool, flexing his fingers with a soft crack of his knuckles. “Caught me at the wrong time.”

“My apologies,” you breathed, daring yourself to look anywhere other than those alluring red eyes. “I just have always wanted to see the trees up close.” You turned your head up, glancing at the colorful leaves, darkened by the moonlight.

Don’t expose your neck.

Your brother’s voice rang in your head, the memory of him training you once many years ago. He’d demanded to show you how to defend yourself, should you end up in a situation like this one.

Exactly like this one, actually.

How am I to make friends if I am to treat everyone as my enemy?

He almost laughed at that - at your feigned innocence. You don’t need any more friends, was what he replied with. Especially ones outside of this court.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the memory, instead kicking your feet at the piles of leaves, at the clumps of dirt littering the forest floor, now caked to the bottom of your boots. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, I can leave - ”

“No,” Eris interrupted, almost too quickly. He cursed himself inwardly, stopping himself from blurting out the next sentence that nearly rolled off his tongue. Instead, he took a breath before he continued. He gestured to dried tree stump with a base wider than your own wing-span. “Please join me.”

You smiled, pointy ears perking up as you couldn’t help but cock a brow at the male. With all the warnings and stories from your brother and father about the Autumn male, you were sure they had to have fabricated the tall tales. Eris shoved his hands in his pockets nervously, waiting for your response. You didn’t try to hide the smirk, the pull at your lips as you chuckled, the jittery male about ready to jump out of his own skin.

You nodded in thanks, gathering your skirts above your ankle to shift through the squishy dirt. You plopped down, huffing a breath of relief as you rolled your shoulders again, twisting your back, willing it to crack. Eris’s eyes traveled the length of your leathery wings, held high and folded nearly behind you.

“Have you been carving pumpkins?” You asked, eyes drawn at the sliced rotting pumpkin and squash across the clearing. Seeds and stringy guts littered the ground, slashes and markings stabbed into the tough skin.

He let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his red hair, curling through the end of his palm. “Letting out a little pent up stress,” he replied, fingertips brushing the heavy blade in his pocket, feeling the hot metal through the fabric of his pants.

You raised your brows, and nodded in understanding. “I know how that goes.” Your eyes were stuck on the mess in front of you.

Eris was a blur by your side, walking over to where you sat perched on the tree trunk. Again, he had to restrain himself from rushing over and plopping down next to you - just to smell the cool night on your skin, the flowery and loamy scent. In his palm, he held out the small dark blade, a sharp contrast against his pale skin. “Give it a go.”

He peered down at you, eyes soft, eyebrows raised in earnest, not preening down his nose at you, as the males in your household so often did. He wasn’t fully smiling, but you noticed how the corners of his pink lips turned up just enough in friendly greeting.

As you took the knife, your fingers brushed against his palm, and the soft touch sent shivers down his spine.

He blew out a shaky breath, thanking the Mother that his skin did not burn you. He lowered his hand and instinctively pulled the edges of his sleeves down, keeping the winding scars across his wrists hidden from view. “Not afraid of giving an Illyrian a blade?”

Eris watched as you laughed slightly, perhaps just to break the tension. He couldn’t break the seriousness that had been beaten down his spine. “I’m not afraid of you.”

And in that moment, you felt seen. You felt the warmth of those red eyes in your soul, the heat that lurched in your stomach. His gaze washed over your face, taking in every feature, the red splotches on your cheeks and wind-blown hair, the arch of your brow and curve of your lips. He committed you to memory, in case he was never allowed the chance to be so close to you again. He wanted nothing more than to lean in closer, until your breaths twisted together in the air, until your smells merged into a sweet smoke or perhaps a laden copper.

At last, his stare fell to your wings, the broad, black leather matte against the moonlight. You felt the blush crawl up your cheeks, an inadvertent dip of your head that had him dying to grab your face, to hold your cheek in his hand and tilt your head back up. “I like your wings,” he offered simply, slouching a bit and dropping his head, until you looked up to meet his eyes, then level with your own. “I like that you don’t hide them.”

Your breath nearly caught in your throat, heart stopping as he spoke. Did he know of Rhysand’s wings? Those he kept hidden from everyone outside of the Night Court. It had to be a guess.

Your terror only filled half of you, though, as the other half glowed at his words, at his acknowledgement of your wings. The only thing that truly made you you. His eyes washed over them with grace, with a softness that you know would be mirrored in his touch, should he reach out to run his finger over them. The thought alone made your stomach twist.

You smiled in thanks, twirling the knife in your hands, pulling yourself from the trance he held you in. His gaze was a storm of emotion, strong and swirling with the fire that danced in his veins. You had to snap yourself out of it, wholly unsure of what you’d do if you remained that close to him.

Eris followed your lead, straightening and turning straight ahead, nodding his head toward the mess of vegetables in front of him. “Sometimes I need to get away from the noise,” he offered, unsure of where he was actually going with the story.

“I hear you have another brother,” you replied, holding the knife just over your shoulder. “Congratulations to you and your family.”

Eris stifled a laugh - poorly. With a hum, he offered a quiet, reluctant thanks.

You threw the knife straight ahead, letting out a satisfied breath as the sharp blade twirled from your fingers, launching straight ahead and landing in the harsh flesh. “I know the exact feeling.” You turned to catch Eris’s eye, displeasure laced across his features. “Though I suppose I only have one,” you added, trying to break the tension.

The corner of his mouth lifted up, catching your sideways glance. “Is that what drove you to my cold woods in the dead of night?”

You rolled your eyes, huffing out a sigh at the subject. “How obvious was it?”

Eris shrugged. “I know family drama when I see it.”

You met that with a firm nod. “He’s a little overbearing,” you offered, not wanting to get into the full argument, unsure of how trustworthy the male beside you really could be.

“I noticed at the ball,” he replied. Eris knew of the bad blood between the two eldest heirs - hell, he was half of it. Despite the friendship - or the apparent camaraderie, at least - between their two fathers, Eris and Rhys had always held a certain animosity towards each other.

“Yeah that’s part of it,” you said, kicking your legs out in front of you, the hem of your dress riddled with mud. “Sometimes I just need to get out.” You gestured to the open air, to the wide forest and vast expanse of trees surrounding you. “The Night Court can feel stuffy sometimes.”

Eris watched you, watched as those bright eyes shimmered under the moonlight, taking in the different colors and sounds around you. Eris had only been to your home court a few times, never had he been glad to cross the border, knowing he’d be met with nothing but darkness and despair.

Since that night at the ball, though, he’d been itching to find an excuse to return.

If only to be able to catch just a glance at you from across the room.

“You didn’t stop by,” Eris said, seemingly out of the blue. “Last time you were here.”

You nearly choked. “Sorry for - I didn’t mean to…” you trailed off, trying - and failing - to buy yourself a minute to come up with an excuse. You didn’t think he actually saw you that day. Saw something, sure - a bird, maybe. But not you.

Eris let out a low chuckle, a rumble deep in his chest that traveled through your bones, landing deep in your stomach. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He turned his head, the loose red curls shifting over his forehead as he moved. “I saw you flying, right before you sprang for the mountains.”

“I didn’t want to intrude,” you replied, wanting to shrink down and disappear.

“Trespass,” he corrected, mostly joking. You smiled, eyes flitting over his every feature. The moon cast shadows along those cheekbones, casting a dark shadow over his neck, blocking the view of the delicate pale skin, tucked away behind a turtleneck. His dark brows raised, revealing his casualness.

“Trespass,” you repeated, testing the word. “I needed some time away from Night,” you confessed, running a hand through your hair. “It was the first fire I saw that day. And it was so gods-damned cold.”

He smiled. “Almost as cold as tonight.”

He wanted so desperately to give you his jacket, to drape the heavy brown fabric over your shoulders, to see you in his court colors, his clothes.

The air behind you stirred, a flash of cold that sent shivers down your spine.

You would have turned to investigate, to see what had appeared behind you. You would have, had it not been for the shadows curling around your ankles.

Before Eris could speak, before he could register the Shadowsinger in his Court, you cut him off. “Azriel.” It was more of a warning than anything else, ordering him to remain where he stood, to not take a step closer.

Eris only stood, poised in front of the Illyrian. His knife was too far away, the one you’d thrown across the clearing into the makeshift target. You didn’t know about the one hidden in the waistband on his pressed pants, nor the larger one, buried in a pile of leaves just to your left. He was ready to jump, to wedge himself in between Rhysand’s dog and you, if need be.

You stood, too, just a moment later, facing the black-haired male. “You didn’t need to come here.”

You were surprised he responded, only having heard the male speak a few times, just around your brother. “You said you wouldn’t leave the court.”

Your jaw set, watching as his expression did not change one bit. He didn’t offer you a blink, not a dip of the head or a raise of his brow. You turned to Eris, who was simply staring daggers at the Illyrian. “Eris, I - ” you cut yourself off, unsure of even what to say.

But he would have bowed to you then and there just for you to repeat his name.

He nodded toward you, then toward the Shadowsinger, no animosity towards each other, other than that by their mutual connection: Rhysand. Azriel, calmest of the three of the Illyrians, by far the most rational, waited for you where he had winnowed in, not moving except to flare his wings behind him. He knew he was in Eris’s Court, outside of his own territory. He was cautious to make a wrong move, to make any at all. He spread those large wings, taking up more space, intimidating and warning Eris to not take a step closer to you.

“Thank you for stopping by.” It was all Eris said, the warm male you were speaking with just a moment ago, replaced with the cold courtier, diffusing the situation. He aligned much more with the Eris your brother had warned you about, perhaps playing the role since the Shadowsinger had shown up.

Azriel waited until you stepped over the tree trunk you’d once been sitting on, for him to hold his hand out to you. You didn’t take it, instead stopping at his side and turning around once more to Eris. He stared at you firmly, not surprised, not shocked, not irritated at the other male for entering his woods. It simply was, and Eris could do nothing except escalate the situation.

Azriel grabbed your forearm, not caring to warn you before winnowing out immediately. Eris held your gaze, his eyes not leaving yours until you were fully gone. His jaw set and head tilted back in a curse towards your brother, for sending his friend to take you home.

You also cursed your brother, promising yourself that you’d berate him as soon as Azriel took you back to the Night Court estate. You’d spend the rest of your night wondering when - and how - you’d be able to see Eris again. Surely, you’d be able to come up with a plan, a time when you’d be able to visit him next.

Eris spent the rest of the evening in the same way.

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#xiantober Day 17: Crowxian

Lan Zhan's new neighbour is annoying.

He is also alarmingly beautiful.

His new neighbour—Wei Ying—laughs often, talks a lot, and attracts crows to his house.

All in all, he's had worse neighbours.

Wei Ying treats the crows with kindness.

Lan Zhan often watches when Wei Ying goes out into his yard to talk to the crows. It's sweet to see, honestly, if a bit odd. He speaks to them as if they understand him—as if they respond.

It's not too long until a crow wanders over to Lan Zhan's yard one day when he's outside.

The crow eyes him warily from a distance, tilting its head as it sizes him up.

He stares at it calmly until it flies away.

Lan Zhan puts out a bowl of peanuts after that.

As the days pass, the crows visit him more and more. They gradually become comfortable around him.

They no longer flee if he moves at all.

But they don't get close enough to touch. Not like with Wei Ying.

He doesn't know why that hurts as much as it does.

So, he starts talking to the birds like Wei Ying does. He finds they make lovely little listeners.

He tells them about his day, talking about work and the incompetent coworker who never leaves him alone.

He tells them stories of his childhood and the dreams he used to have.

The birds listen.

As time passes, he gradually becomes closer to Wei Ying too.

Wei Ying noticed him with the crows one day and smiled wide before starting a conversation that Lan Zhan quickly found himself wanting to never end.

They talked more and spent more time together.

Eventually, Lan Zhan found himself quite fond of Wei Ying.

He's never expected to gain feelings like this, but he finds he does not mind. Wei Ying is, after all, wonderful.

It makes sense.

After he realizes how he feels he starts talking to the crows more about Wei Ying.

Then one day, Lan Zhan has an awful day at work.

Truly a horrible day.

Normally, at times like this, he would return home, listen to music, and run on his treadmill.

He's startled when he returns home but finds himself not at his front door, but rather, at Wei Ying's. His hand raised to knock before he even realized it.

There's no response when he knocks aside from a few crows cawing and flying off. He lets out a sigh. Wei Ying must not be home.

Frustrated, Lan Zhan walks home and changes into workout clothes. He's just pulling up his playlist when there's a tap at the window.

A crow.

One he doesn't recognize.

It's slightly larger than the birds he's used to seeing.

He stares at it and it stares back.

Then it taps the window again before making a motion with its head that almost looks like it telling him to open the window.

He does.

The crow caws once before hopping down on the floor. There are no other crows around, just this one.

Odd.

He continues to stare at the bird as it wanders around the space curiously, eyeing everything in the room. Lan Zhan isn't quite sure what's happening.

He's still frustrated and on edge, so he sighs. "Apologies, but I was just about to listen to music and run. I had a bad day at work." He turns back to his phone but just before he presses play on the music the bird caws twice.

Lan Zhan looks and sees the bird hopping over.

It stops right beside him and pushes its head against his leg. He sucks in a breath.

Why is this bird touching him? None of the others ever did.

He watches as it nuzzles against him. Shocked, he slowly sits on the ground. His shock only grows when it hops onto his leg.

It stares at him patiently.

"Do you want me to tell you about my day?" he asks helplessly.

To his surprise, it lets out another caw, its head moving in what could almost be mistaken as a nod.

"Alright."

He tells the crow about his day, sparing no detail.

He lets out his frustrations and the crow listens intently. At one point it nudges its head under his hand and he starts to idly pet the bird.

He tells the bird everything and then he tells it how he had wished to talk to Wei Ying about it all, but he wasn't home.

The crow chitters, pressing more firmly into his hand before it hops off him and moves away. He mourns the loss of comfort but lets the bird leave.

Only, it doesn't leave. It stops after a few hops and glances back at him almost shyly. It chitters once more and then—

And then suddenly there's not a bird there anymore.

Suddenly Wei Ying is standing there with his back to him.

Lan Zhan blinks. "Wei Ying?"

Wei Ying slowly turns around to face him, laughing awkwardly as he scratches the back of his neck. "Hey, Lan Zhan."

"What?"

"So... I'm a crow. Or, well, crow shifter to be exact. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you! That's why I never came around here in crow form before, but my buddies found me saying you showed up at my house looking down so I um... Well, I flew back to see you."

That's... A lot to process. But Lan Zhan only says, "Why did you not shift back and knock on my door instead?"

Wei Ying freezes. "Oh. Huh... I guess I could have done that, eh? Hah! Hindsight and all that."

Lan Zhan hums. "So, you can understand the crows?"

"Yep!"

"And how much do they understand and tell you? About what I tell them?"

Wei Ying's face immediately flushes a rosy colour. So, a lot then. Great.

"I see... I apologize. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable. If I had known I would not have—"

"NO!" Wei Ying yells.

"I mean no, don't apologize. I liked it. I like you too, you know? I just... Well, I didn't know how to go about telling you about that and the whole crow shifter thing."

Lan Zhan stares, mind whirling with all this new information. "You like me."

Wei Ying nods aggressively.

In a heartbeat, Lan Zhan is across the room and he's hugging Wei Ying. Wei Ying lets out a surprised squawk before he quickly hugs back.

"Can I kiss you?" Lan Zhan asks in a whisper.

"Yes," Wei Ying breathes.

And then they're kissing. Slow and sweet.

A week later, Lan Zhan comes home to find Wei Ying milling about in his kitchen. "Wei Ying."

"Hm?"

"Su She has been complaining all week about how he's being constantly accosted by crows."

Wei Ying doesn't look up from what's he doing. "Odd."

"Mn..." Lan Zhan agrees skeptically. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Wei Ying scoffs in indignation. "He must have just pissed off some crows, you know how they hold grudges. Serves that incompetent asshole right though."

Lan Zhan smiles as he hugs Wei Ying from behind and rests his chin on his shoulder. "You can tell the crows they can leave him be now. He was fired today."

Wei Ying laughs, leaning back against him. "Good."

"Mn."

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#xiantober #wangxian #mdzs #threadfic #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cutivation #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #crowxian #from twitter #wisedawn13 #fanfic #fanfiction

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sacredsnape · 2 years

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some sev headcanons cos i'm bored :p

he collects things such as rocks, feathers, flower petals, and any other small and unique items that he can get his hands on. he keeps them all on a shelf in his bedroom at home

he has ocd and often has disturbing, intrusive thoughts that keep him up at night

to cope and distract himself from these thoughts, he reads or writes poems until his head clears and he can fall asleep

he's non binary & demisexual and uses he/him and he/they pronouns, often fluctuating between both sets of pronouns

he won't admit it, but he has a soft spot for gardening. he loves sneaking down to the hogwarts gardens and tend to the plants there while no one is watching. professor sprout caught him once and he begged her not to tell anyone, but she honestly found his knack for gardening quite endearing

he loves to wake up early in the morning to go sit down by the lake to listen to the birds chirping. he loves the early morning smell and the dewiness of the grass

he has a horrible sleep schedule since he stays up patrolling the castle or reading and writing. sometimes during his patrols, he'll stop by a window and gaze out at the stars and moon

when he can, he sleeps in for a few hours before getting up and taking a walk outside, singing a song he heard on the muggle radio once to himself

he loves classical music and jazz, along with visiting art museums and going to plays

he busies himself with experimenting with new potion ingredients, which sometimes results in him gaining some sort of injury. madam pomfrey tends to him and snape is a bit needier than he'd like to admit, calling her over often to check on his injuries to see if they were doing any better

unbeknownst to many, he is a loving person who just wants someone to love and cherish him. he puts on a tough and mean exterior to hide this part of him

whenever he's stressed, he likes to make himself beaded bracelets and necklaces. he keeps his bracelets hidden under the long sleeves of his coat and the necklaces hidden under the high collar of his coat

he has a bat tattoo on his right shoulder, a crown tattoo on his outer left thigh, and a tiny black cat tattoo behind his left ear

he likes to wear his hair up in a ponytail or man bun when he's alone

he's fluent in latin, french, and spanish. he wants to learn hebrew or japanese next

he doesn't like a lot of sweet things, but when he does, he indulges in butterbeer, ice cream, and cookies

he despises mint chocolate chip ice cream but loves raspberry chip ice cream and vanilla ice cream

he enjoys both tea and coffee and is okay with either iced or hot

his love language is physical touch, quality time, and acts of service

when he likes someone, he's very subtle about his feelings and doesn't make a move until the person shows signs of liking him back

he's a passionate lover who'd die (no pun intended) for his lover and do anything for them

he only wants one kid, maybe two. he wants to give his kid(s) the life he never had, and spoils them rotten and makes sure that they're always happy and safe

he is a big advocate for mental health, women's rights, and other important movements/causes

his animagus form is a bat

his favorite holiday is halloween, since he's able to turn into a bat and fly around the hogwarts grounds with ease. sometimes he'll even blend in with the bats that flutter around the great hall during the halloween feast

he likes to paint his nails black but if he's feeling confident or wants a pop of color, he'll paint them green, silver, or even a bright blue

he either smells like vanilla, old books, rain, or cinnamon

#severus snape #snape content #snape love #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #snape headcanon #anti snaters #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape defense

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dansnaturepictures · 8 months

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10th September 2023: Martin Down

Flora and fauna photos taken today in this set: 1. Hawthorn. 2. Devil's-bit scabious, I was captivated by swathes of this one of my favourite flowers. I'd only seen them in the New Forest before the ones I saw at Old Winchester Hill two weeks ago and it was great to see some here as it's the main caterpillar food plant of Marsh Fritillary one of the star butterflies of this site. We don't often come at this time of year so had never seen these flowers here before, it was great to see good numbers of them therefore. 3. A bright looking mossy rose gall. 4. A marvelous Meadow Brown, we got some smashing views of this enduring butterfly and remarked during the walk about how the species goes on from the start of summer until the end outlasting many others, they're a welcome constant over the summer. 5. Chaffinch that I heard calling well too. 6. Buttercups. 7. Some quite late lady's bedstraw which I made the most of. 8. Common toadflax another of my favourites. 9. Bee on bramble flower with blackberries and hawthorns nearby. 10. Black-eyed Susan in the emerging sun this evening when home.

Perfect for Wildflower Hour on Twitter's seed head theme tonight I liked zooming in on many flower seed heads on the walk including wild carrot, yarrow, hogweed, knapweed, creeping thistle, ragwort, marjoram and old man's beard. It did feel a bit like summer winding down when out and it was overcast here with the brown fields around, a place we normally visit when brimming with insects at the height of spring into summer (there were still a fair few about today of course), and a lot of the flowers had gone over (again, there were many still about though) but it was good to appreciate that they can still be beautiful after they flower. I saw the flowers of some of these too and centaury, eyebright, wild basil, dark mullein, pineappleweed, field/small scabious, hemp agrimony, pretty honeysuckle, ivy including some covered in bees which was nice to see, speedwell, self-heal and some poppies in the famous adjoining poppy field were other highlights. Rose hips, sloes, elder and privet berries were other fruit highlights. Small Copper again, Common Blue, Speckled Wood, Small White, Small Heath and a splendid fresh looking Peacock were other good butterflies to see. Veneer moth, Southern Hawker, horse fly, hornet, possible wasp, Long hoverfly, possibly the rare Large Marsh Grasshopper and spiders were other highlights. It was brilliant to see two Redstarts, what an autumn I'm having for seeing them at different places. Kestrel in the air, Magpie, vocal Woodpigeons, Blackcap, Whitethroat, Stonechat, Swallow, Skylark, Linnets, loads of colourful Goldfinches which was great to see and Great Tit were other standout birds. It was good to see bee in the garden on the Black-eyed Susan, Goldfinches out the front and Collared Doves out the back and fly before bed last night at home, with an epic Buzzard view on the way back from Martin Down.

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alaina-berry · 2 years

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Nimbasa City Warden - Part 22(Finale)

Jason and Alaina stood and waited by the runway. Alaina tapped her foot impatiently. Jason stood and chatted with Guzma. Plumeria stood by Alaina and tried to keep from speaking up about Alaina’s nervous tick. London, a long-time friend and administrator to Team Skull, stood with Alaina and Plumeria. The plane was behind schedule and Alaina seemed to be the only one that noticed. She had been having difficulty adjusting back to life on Alola. She still had nightmares about being zapped from her living room and landing in a new world, just as she and Jason had with Hisui. So being behind schedule or being late often made her antsy.

“Lainey, are you okay?” London asked, raising an eyebrow. He was letting his hair grow out- which given his natural hair color was black and he had it bleached blonde, it was giving him an odd, eccentric look.

“Don’t call me ‘Lainey’.” Alaina bit, “And… I’m getting a bit worried. The plane was supposed to land almost half an hour ago.” she said.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” Plumeria shrugged. “What about your daughter, isn’t she supposed to be here?” a salazzle bumped her head against Plumeria’s arm and buried her head under her arm, annoyed that she wasn’t getting attention.

“She stayed behind with Richard, he was getting anxious about meeting new people and she wanted to make sure he was okay. She’s been texting me.” Alaina said, “I know she’s okay.” she said, “The Elesa and the twins are in an airplane.” she said, “Where you can’t communicate like- at all.”

“I can understand that logic, actually…” London said, scratching the chin of the alolan meowth on his shoulder.

“Is that them?” Guzma was heard asking Jason. Shortly after, the engine of a plane was heard.

“Hey! They’re here!” Jason cheered.

The plane landed and Elesa and the twins stepped off the plane. Elesa greeted the Alolan champions and introduced herself to the members of Team Skull. Meanwhile, Ingo and Emmet stood at the bottom of the stairs for the plane and each gripped the railing with shaking hands.

“Sorry we’re late!” Elesa announced, “Turns out the boys don��t handle flying.”

“In our defense, Elesa, Emmet and I have never flown before.” he said.

“And our jobs have us underground all the time.” Emmet’s smile was tight and uncomfortable.

“Is that why your plane landed half an hour late?” Alaina blurted.

“Yeah, the issue was getting them on the plane.” Elesa sighed. “Sorry about that.”

Plumeria nudged Alaina with her elbow with a coy smirk. Alaina smirked and rolled her eyes, “It’s good to know you guys are okay.” she said.

Guzma looked back and forth between the twins, “So which one of you is the one that helped these numbskulls get home?”

Emmet pointed at Ingo. Ingo finally pushed through his nerves and shakily released the railing he was gripping with everything he had. He nodded, “Yes, that was me.” he held out a hand, “Ingo Shinkansen, a pleasure.” he greeted.

Guzma shook his hand, then pulled him into a hug, “Thank you.”

The hug caught Ingo by surprise. When Jason and Alaina described Guzma, they never mentioned he was a hugger- and didn’t come off that way. When Guzma backed away, “We were trying to research how to get them home and they just- walked into the house when we were visiting their kid.” He explained. “Can’t begin to thank you enough.”

“Thank you.” Ingo bowed his head, “It wouldn’t be fair to give me the credit, however, they did most of the heavy-lifting.” he confessed.

“Nah, they said you helped them with research and battling Arceus!” London argued. “Take the compliment!”

A large, black bird pokemon screeched and landed beside the party. On its back was Terra, Jason and Alaina’s daughter, and with her was a sheepish trainer by the name of Richard. Terra hopped off the corviknight’s back and ran to hug the man that helped her parents return. “Thank you so much for helping them get home!”

Emmet blinked, having almost been tackled to the ground, “I’m afraid you have the wrong twin.”

Terra backed away, mortified, then turned and faced Ingo, bowing instead, “I am so sorry!” She exclaimed, her face red, “You two look so much alike!”

“They’re twins, kiddo.” Guzma said. “Identical twins. That’s why I asked which one was which.”

Terra covered her face, “I realize that, thanks.” she looked back at Ingo, “Thank you so much for helping my parents get home.” she bowed again.

Ingo nodded, smiling. “Of course, ma’am.” he tipped the cap he wore- which was very different from the conductor’s cap he typically wore. He and Emmet both wore the plain caps and short-sleeved button-up shirt that match each of their normal color schemes, but with opposing t-shirts underneath.

Elesa smiled. Then her stomach growled, “Well, shall we get something to eat?” she asked.

“Yeah! I’ll cook!” Jason rose his hand. “Richard, you hungry, buddy?”

Richard wordlessly nodded, then helped Terra climb back onto the corviknight, feeling embarrassed for her after watching her hug the wrong person.

When they were settled at Jason and Alaina’s house on Mele Mele in Iki Town, they took the liberty of letting their pokemon out to stretch. Irida, Ingo’s sneasler held onto Oliver, who had been anxious about being kept in a pokeball and held him like a child the entire visit. The rest of Ingo and Emmet’s team played and interacted with Jason and Alaina’s pokemon, save for Circuit, Emmet’s galvantula, so seemed far more fascinated with Guzma for some unknown reason.

Ingo sat and watched his pokemon play with the others, and watched as Irida conversed with ‘Sessa’- the salazzle that belonged to Plumeria. He furrowed his eyebrows, “Alaina?” he looked around.

“Yeah.” Alaina brought out a tray of malasada to the patio.

“How’s that rehabilitation program going?” He asked.

The question made Alaina raise an eyebrow, “Well it’s emotionally straining, but it’s otherwise good.” she said, “We have a few pokemon that are fully rehabilitated and they’re helping out around Alola- under careful watch, of course…” she said.

Ingo nodded.

“You know- Professor Kukui is finishing up with one now, he should be over soon.” she said.

“Well, I’m here now.” The professor spoke up, “Can I let him out?”

“Uh… hold on.” Alaina walked over and put a hand on Irida’s shoulder, whispering something to her and keeping her close to her. “Kukui, just make sure there’s space.”

Kukui turned around, “Ingo, I hope you’re prepared for this-” he let out the pokemon. The sight of the pokemon causing Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa to jump. Irida began growling, but settled with some calm, encouraging words from Alaina.

The wyrdeer huffed and lowered his head.

Jason stepped outside and gasped, “Oh shit, he’s here.” he dropped the towel on the table next to Ingo. “So…” he carefully helped Ingo stand, who was previously frozen from mixed emotions, but mostly fear. “Ingo, we gave this one a lot of special attention to train him.” he said.

The wyrdeer stared at Ingo, but instead of seeming aggressive, he knelt and lowered himself to the ground, letting out a low, soft bellow.

“He’s apologizing.” Jason said. “He was confused, and hurt, and didn’t know what he was doing was wrong.”

Ingo took a deep, shaking breath, “Pokemon aren’t… inherently bad… but are capable of doing bad things under the instruction of a cruel trainer.” he said, then carefully approached the wyrdeer, raising a shaking hand to the wyrdeer’s muzzle. His paralyzing fear of getting hospitalized again had almost glued his feet to the ground. He carefully set his hand on the pokemon’s massive head, brushing it back and feeling the coarse fur that reminded him of the gentle soul Guard was. His eyes watered as he managed a smile, looking into the big brown eyes that showed nothing but guilt. This wyrdeer was young, evolved prematurely and put through training he wasn’t ready for. He was forced to do things that he didn’t quite understand just yet, but he trusted that terrible trainer that what he was doing was okay, but it wasn’t. He knelt in front of the wyrdeer and put his head against him.

Watching Ingo approach this pokemon and fully trust him made Emmet’s anxiety spike, he didn’t want to see Ingo in the hospital, but if Ingo had faith that Jason and Alaina knew what they were doing, then Emmet had to have faith, too. He watched Irida step away from Alaina cautiously, meowing at the wyrdeer warily. The wyrdeer’s response only put Irida at ease. She sat by Ingo and put her head against the wyrdeers side with acceptance. Oliver was still in her arm and just accepting any movement at this point. He’d filled himself with so much malasada that he was just lethargic.

Emmet sighed and approached them, accepting the wyrdeer’s apology as well.

“You’re welcome to take him home with you. If not, he can stay on the pokepelago. He seems to like helping the smaller pokemon with their chores.” Kukui commented.

Ingo looked up at Kukui with reddened eyes, then back down at the wyrdeer and smiled, “The people back home are nervous enough about my sneasel and sneasler.” he commented, “So it might be best that he stays here. He might even be happier.” he said, “As much as it would hurt… but we can come and visit. Often.”

The wyrdeer looked at Ingo with uncertainty.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to take him with me… but he’d be safer here.” He looked at Emmet, “People don’t know Irida was the one that hurt you. And everyone think Oliver was feral.” he started, “But everyone saw what happened with him.” he said, “No one will believe he was truly rehabilitated.”

Emmet nodded. Then the twins looked up at Kukui as he spoke again. “It’s decided then.” he nodded, “He’ll stay and help out around the pokepelago.”

Jason nodded, “He does have a name though, we haven’t been able to figure out what to call him and if you wanted, we wanted to leave that honor to you.” Jason said. “He is cloned from Guard and Guard was your pokemon.” he said.

Ingo hummed, “Well… you can talk to pokemon, have you heard them calling him anything?”

Jason shrugged, “They just ask for him to pick them up and help them reach high places.”

“Lifter?” Emmet suggested.

Ingo shook his head, “That was my machamp in Hisui.” he said. “Pickup?”

The wyrdeer bumped Ingo, groaning enthusiastically and licking his face, knocking his hat off his head. Ingo chuckled, “You like ‘Pickup’ then?”

Jason smiled wide, “Sure does.”

“Guys!” Elesa approached the two, “I was just talking to London and I found out they have a battle tree too!” she exclaimed, “Do you guys want to challenge it with me?”

The twins lit up, Jason chuckled. Alaina was heard in the background, “No… No.” she started, “You two are supposed to be on vacation! Not working!” She argued.

“And?” Emmet asked.

“We’ve never visited a battle facility that we didn’t work at.” Ingo commented, looking to his brother with a smug expression.

“And we aren’t working if we’re participating.” Emmet returned the smug look.

Elesa smiled. A battle for fun was just what they needed.

It was decided, after breakfast tomorrow, they’ll take a boat out to Poni Island and challenge the Battle Tree.

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Can you believe this started out as a BS prompt that was just going to have a one-shot? When I wrote the first chapter, I got to thinking after so many people pointed out how powerful the bouffalant was and even had Ingo in my head start to wonder what was going on. And then it became *gestures vaguely* all this. I had a lot of fun writing this and I thrived on the comments freaking out about what was going on.

I plan on posting this on fanfic.net, but it's going to be a lot more polished, cleaned up, and detailed. I'm happy to answer any questions about the story or the characters involved, what happened with the pokemon after Jason and Alaina took them in, how Irida and Oliver are getting along (since Oliver is technically Irida's father), How Ingo and Emmet are handling things when they get home, what they do on vacation... All of that! Please feel free to ask!

Thank you so much for reading and stay awesome, folks!

#subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submas #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon bw #pokemon b2w2 #subway masters #nimbasa city warden #pokemon

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the-dimitrescu-seamstress · 2 years

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What Do The Simple Folk Do?

Continued from here, @fallesto

Deep down, Magda had hoped for, and quietly expected, the raven to idly caw back to her or, even better, just fly away. But, that simply wasn’t her luck today. Was Mother Miranda one to visit the castle often in this form? Did she sit amongst the tree limbs and watch through the windows? Was Alcina aware of this sort of spying? Not that she could likely do anything about the intrusion, other than raise a point of concern or protest. Even then, Mother Miranda would continue to do as she pleased.

You may continue… That was a change of pace, of tone. Were manners being remembered or was Miranda aware of her surroundings and giving a small bit of her authority away? This was a new situation for the seamstress as she had never known the other woman to visit the castle. If she did, it was under secrecy and purely for business reasons. Or at least Magda assumed as much. Seamstress duties never really crossed paths with the rest of the household staff unless they came to her with torn uniforms or other repairs.

When the bird landed, Magda couldn’t help but watch the transformation. The common description for such changes were ‘in the blink of an eye’, but in this case, that wasn’t far from the truth. The feathers and wings stretched, the form elongated, and then as she blinked? The change had already occurred. A different woman was before her. Not the golden masked blonde woman she was used to seeing, but instead Mother Miranda was now dark haired, shorter than her usual height, and… according to Magda’s scrutinizing gaze, rather human looking and very much not a local.

Not that it was hard to spot an outsider. The floral blouse, pastel cardigan, and comfortable looking slacks were a far cry from the full-length skirts and high-necked, collared blouses that the women of the village normally wore. This woman looked positively modern, which grabbed Magda’s attention immediately.

Normally, she’d have made a quip, asking if this new face had just arrived on the latest bus, but she knew better.

“If you are looking for opinions, I like this face, Mother Miranda. She looks sweet, loving, and protective. She suits you as an alternate if you are looking for one.” When asked about her reading material, Magda was momentarily confused. “It’s not for education. It’s for enjoyment. I am the sort who can sometimes do more than just sew. Not often, but it does happen,” she answered, scooting over in order to give her room to sit.

A breath stuck in Magda’s throat. Mother Miranda wishing to be read to was... unexpected. Now she was suddenly nervous and her lips felt dry.

“As you wish, Mother Miranda,” she said, carefully paging through the various stories. To her disappointment, many of the stories were based around gods punishing the lowly mortals. That wasn’t exactly something Magda wanted to read to the woman, but eventually, her eyes found a simple hymn to the goddess Demeter. A quick glance through and it seemed harmless enough.

“To Demeter Eleusinia. O universal mother, Deo famed, august, the source of wealth, and various named: great nurse, all-bounteous, blessed and divine, who joyest in peace; to nourish corn is thine. Goddess of seed, of fruits abundant, fair, harvest and threshing are thy constant care. Lovely delightful queen, by all desired, who dwellest in Eleusis' holy vales retired. Nurse of all mortals, who benignant mind first ploughing oxen to the yoke confined; and gave to men what nature's wants require, with plenteous means of bliss, which all desire.

In verdure flourishing, in glory bright, assessor of great Dionysos bearing light: rejoicing in the reapers' sickles, kind, whose nature lucid, earthly, pure, we find. Prolific, venerable, nurse divine, thy daughter loving, holy Koure. A chariot with Drakones yoked 'tis thine to guide, and, orgies singing, round thy throne to ride. Only-begotten, much-producing queen, all flowers are thine, and fruits of lovely green. Bright Goddess, come, with summer's rich increase swelling and pregnant, leading smiling peace; come with fair concord and imperial health, and join with these a needful store of wealth.”

#fallesto #Please don't harm the lowly mortal Mother Miranda

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lily-drake · 3 years

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Fantasy/Twin AU

Sorry for being late and not posting for a bit. Was a bit burnt out and had writer block. I will go back to write the other days soon though. Also, sorry, I suck at writing wing aus, this is my first time doing it.

Earth J-236, an earth full of mystical life. An earth where everyone is born with wings. Your wings represented who you are; well not really, but that’s what people believed. If your wings were bright and colorful then you were obviously an amazing person, but if your wings were darker or had little color, then you have great evil in your soul. Marinette was born seconds after her twin, Damian. It takes a few years before your wings fully grow in, usually to about 6. But with the accelerated growth serums used in their artificial wombs, it took them till they were three for their feathers to sprout. Damian’s were black like their father’s with subtle hints of red like their mothers. Marinette’s were pure black, devoid of any color, and her mother was so proud of that. She was the League’s charm, for it’s believed that anyone with pure black wings was pure evil. Her only purpose being to protect her brother, nothing else was more important than her brother’s safety. She would die for him, because if he died she might as well have died as well as her only purpose for living would be gone.

Damian glared at his sister, his wings ruffling in annoyance. She was hovering close to him again, and she never said anything to him ever unless she was completely sure they were alone. He did not believe that his sister was or could ever be, “pure evil” just because of her wings. In fact, her mannerisms are the exact opposite of what people believed. She, in her own ways, is caring, sweet, and protective. He had seen, and helped, her nurse a baby bird that had fallen from its nest back to health. She would often place little things around the base for only him to find such as some extra baklava, a throwing knife, a drawing of someone, beads, or other random objects. Grandfather had always been extra hard on her, making sure she wouldn’t betray them, she wouldn’t become “evil enough to lose herself”. Sometimes she would sneak into his room at night, and it tore him apart to see silent tears run down his little sister's face as small black raven feathers fell onto the floor from her days worth of training. He had been learning how to fly, her wings had been clipped every two or three months so she could not leave the base. She had learned long ago to control her facial and wing expressions, but he could always see the droop in them and the sad shine in her eyes as she stood on the ground while he was in the air.

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Marinette looked up and watched as the fiery Phoenix flew through the air setting Nada Parabat aflame. She didn’t feel much as she watched her grandfather get blown up. She only felt great anxiety and fear as she could not find her brother. She loved her brother, and if her job was to cause chaos, she would make sure she could prevent it from hurting him. Grandfather had told her about how cursed she was, it’s why they had to be extra tough on her, and she understood that. They couldn’t have her hurting anyone they needed, only the people they wanted gone. She was angry at grandfather yesterday for taking some of her feathers for failing a task, this must have been her fault. She didn’t want to hurt her brother, her wings had only proven nothing but destruction. She had to leave now, then she could go where no one else was, and she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone else. So like a coward, like the disgrace she was, she ran. She kept her wings tight against her back making sure that no one could grab them as she ran. An arrow hit one of them, but she didn’t have time to think about the burning pain as she ran and ran and ran farther and farther and farther away. Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently prayed that her brother would be okay.

She didn’t know how long she ran, but she knew it must have been a really long time as she had just collapsed from exhaustion in the woods. She looked back at her wings and slowly and carefully spread them out and hissed in pain from where the arrow had pierced her left wing. Drops of red slowly dripped down her feathers and dropped on the ground. She quickly closed them and made sure they were as small and put away as possible. She looked up at the trees made of brass with different colored jade leaves. Pearl-like apples growing on a few. She watched a baby griffon follow it’s mother in the distance, turtle ducks waddling to a pond somewhere nearby, deer nibbling on plants, she could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from unseen creatures and everything was getting more blurry and dark. She was cold, it felt very cold. She slowly unwound her wings from around herself and closed them tightly around her, but that didn’t stop the chill that went deep down to her bones. She was a failure, a mistake, she would only cause harm. Here she wouldn’t be able to do that, and if she died here, then no one would be hurt by her again, and wasn’t that such a nice thought.

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Tom and Sabine had finally been able to hire some trusted employees and explore places in Tibet. They had made lots of money over the years with their successful bakery, and they thought now was a better time than ever to go on a real honeymoon as they hadn’t been able to afford it before when the bakery had first started. It was during one of these forest explorations when they saw a trail of little drops of blood and felt they needed to follow it. What they discovered broke their hearts. There lying on the cold forest floor was what appeared to be a child hugging their very black wings around them. They knew of the rumors and myths of black winged people, but they did not care. They believed that their wings were not what made them evil, but rather situations put into their lives. Sabine quickly checked for a pulse, and though it was slow she sighed in relief when she felt it. She quickly handed the small unconscious girl to Tom and they both quickly went to the nearest hospital. How could someone leave such a small child all alone to die like that? It looked as if she had been injured if the dried blood on the small fragile wings said anything. And worst of all, upon closer examination, they had been clipped, recently too.

As soon as they arrived they carried the small girl to the front and demanded that they take her in. They waited until the doctors were done and gave them permission to visit claiming to be the girl’s adopted parents. It wasn’t technically a lie, they would be soon even if Sabine had to force it to happen.

When Marinette woke up she knew something was off. She was under a blanket, she’s never been given a blanket before. The sent of bleach and chemicals were everywhere and it hurt her nose. There was a beeping noise next to her that was giving her a headache. She didn’t know where she was, and that was bad. She opened her eyes a small fraction so nobody could see she was awake and looked around as much as she could. The entire room was white and there were bright lights. There were two strange people waiting in chairs near where she was laying. She wondered if they were the ones who brought her here. Slowly she opened them up all the way and silently sat up. It’s best to make no noise, then she wouldn’t disturb anyone.

“Oh sweety, I’m so glad you’re awake.”

The woman said in a cheery and relieved manner, but she just continued to watch and study them silently. Her wings felt stiff against her back, though she made sure they didn’t move or give anything away.

“How are you feeling dear?”

Silence greeted them, and her face remained as impassive as ever. They wanted something, why else would they save a freak like her? What were they aiming for here?

“Did your parents hurt you? If so, we can take you away from them.”

Marinette’s eyes widened only a fraction. These were randoms, innocents if you will. They obviously had no idea who she was, and they seemed unafraid of her and her wings. Did they not know how dangerous she was, didn’t they know that black wings meant she was cursed? The man and the woman looked at eachother and spread their wings. Marinette was shocked, but she wouldn’t show it.

The large man had light brown eagle wings while the small woman had white and black woodpecker wings. She wanted to reach out and touch the feathers, but then something bad would happen to them, so she held her hands together.

“We don’t care what your wing color is. Your wings don’t define who you are, it’s what you do with your life that does. Can we please help you?”

The woman said sincerely as she gripped the man’s hand in hers. She felt a pull to them, something telling her to accept. She didn’t want to hurt them though. But maybe she could protect them? Maybe she could find a way around her curse and make sure they don’t get hurt? Slowly she nodded and they both looked so happy when she did. She hoped that she wouldn’t hurt them, they didn’t deserve to be cursed. Maybe if she didn’t touch them things would be ok. If she didn’t let them touch her then it wouldn’t spread. She could do this!

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Apparently she couldn’t do it because this is a very affectionate family, and the first thing that happened before they let her sleep on their —super fluffy, pure Heaven— bed was give her a hug. She had made sure that her wings were tucked under her clothes and tight against her back the entire time though. So they didn’t touch her wings, so maybe that meant they wouldn’t be cursed.

It was strange, because the next morning they went to a courthouse, and she was adopted. She hadn’t said anything throughout the entire event, she just watched and observed what people did. They stayed in Tibet for another few days before they flew to Paris, France. This was supposed to be her new home. The city of light and love. Maybe here, it would stop her curse. It was so bright that it had to block out her darkness. She still always carried one of her knives with her, she felt naked without one. Tom and Sabine seemed to understand somehow, and said that it was her business and that was enough for them till she was ready to talk about it. It was strange not to be interrogated for now wanting to tell someone something.

Marinette had lived with the Dupain-Chengs for about a year now. It was strange really, they were honest business people and their joy was always sincere. They didn’t question much of what she did even though it was probably weird to them. They didn’t punish her for messing up like the league did, and they never went near her wings without permission. They never plucked her feathers, and they would often ask if they could preen her wings. She would refuse every time, but she would often wonder what it would be like to have someone else touch them. Think of what it would be like if she weren’t cursed. When it was time for school she would always wrap them around herself then tape them so no one would see or be able to touch them. Things were finally going well, she couldn’t risk it now!

There was a blonde brat that liked to act like she was above her, and because her wings were always hidden with no explanation she made sure everyone knew that she was “wingless”. She didn’t care though, being wingless was better than being evil winged. She never really said anything in class or to other students, she never gave much reaction keeping her stoic face up. The brat left her alone soon after for being a, “ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous freak.” And nobody was the wiser.

Being Lady Chaos was….the best thing that ever happened to her if she was being honest. Even with pure black wings, people still thought she was a hero. She never flew, she was scared she’d fall and die. She was never allowed to fly before, and even if she technically can do so now, it’s not worth the risk. Her partner though, Mr. Bug has gold, red, and black wings. He can fly through the air with ease she wished she desperately had. Sometimes after patrol she would go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and just stretch her wings out as far out as she could. She would close her eyes as the wind blew past her and ruffled her feathers and pretend that she was soaring through the air.

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Year three of living with Tom and Sabine she was comfortable talking to them more, and with Plagg there to control her chaos she finally let them touch her wings. It was strange really, she never took care of her wings, never cared enough to. When she first felt the hands on her feathers she had to will herself not to draw them back for fear of them plucking or ripped out. But Sabine’s hands were so gentle and smooth that they seemed to move on their own and go closer to her touch. Sabine would smile and hum as she gently preened the dark raven feathers that were soft and smooth. Maybe she could finally tell the class that she wasn’t wingless soon, and maybe they would be okay with it.

No, they would not as she learned from listening to her classmates talk to the new student, Lila Rossi. To them Lady Chaos was the only good black winged person because she was chasing after Mr. Bug to earn his affections. Lady Chaos was obviously evil before she met Mr. Bug and she would always be evil no matter what she did. Marinette felt nauseous that she ever thought about telling them the truth. She had never felt more betrayed than she felt now, because she had given them her trust, and they broke it without even knowing it. After that day, she made extra sure that her wings were hidden and wore a bit thicker clothing just in case. Tom and Sabine are a little worried about it, but she calmed them pretty quickly. She was fine, it wasn’t like they were all great friends to begin with. That’s probably why everyone sides with Lila and decides that she’s a terrible person.

She had tried leaving her past behind, pretending that she didn’t hurt and kill people. Pretend that she wasn’t a weapon. She tried to push it far away, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. She had abandoned her brother. She betrayed the league. She did unspeakable things to please someone who would never care about her, just her use. The city of lights seems duller than usual, it was probably her fault Hawkmoth came to be in the first place, afterall she was cursed to bring ruin everywhere she went.

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Lila and Chloe thought it would be a great idea to bring everybody to the Crime Capital of the World for their senior trip. Probably to watch people flounder and worry when things go wrong, which they definitely would. She had stopped Hawkmoth a month before the trip, but Mr. Bug took all the credit for it. The arrogant self centered bas*. Adrien kept giving her side glances that always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly disgusted. During school he would try to touch her with every chance he’d get. He almost discovered her wings at one point. She couldn’t do anything about it before because of the stupid your-rich-so-do-whatever-the-heck-you-want treatment. Now that Adrien’s family fortune is gone, and people don’t trust him because of what his dad did, so he has to be more careful. He now kept some distance, which she was extremely grateful for.

She would have broken his hand, she had imagined it plus other things more than once. But then Tom and Sabine would get in trouble by Gabriel for her actions. They didn’t deserve that, they had been nothing but good to her since they found her abandoned in that forest.

She would be fine though, as long as Lila had a grip on his arm and she was in the back, away from him. She listened to their tour guide, Richard Grayson, talk about the history and importance of WE. The architecture was brilliant really, and you couldn’t blame her for having to draw and sketch it. She often thought of Damian when she sketched. She used to leave drawings for him around the base, little things that expressed her adoration for him without getting too close. She wondered if he was still with the league, had he escaped, did he die? She hoped that wasn’t the case, she hoped that he would be alive and well. Bright orange and white wings nearly slapped her in the face if she hadn’t stopped right before the movement had occurred.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Marinette! Sometimes my wings just spasm out of control like that! I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Marinette just silently rolled her eyes and took a few steps backward and watched the class glare at her waiting for her to comfort the liar. She would never lower herself to do that. She was still an Al Ghul afterall, even if she did leave it behind when she fled. She was thankful when lunch came, she waited far away from the line and watched silently from a dark corner to make sure no one would hurt her. Then she felt it, a hand touching her back feeling for something. She quickly and instinctively grabbed the arm and twisted it behind them pinning it behind their back at a painful angle.

“Ukhti, let go.”

Marinette knew that voice. She remembered that name and she could feel her heart stop. The lunchroom was silent as they watched the small bluenette silently and quickly release the “Ice Prince”. Everyone watched with bated breaths to see what would happen next. The boy’s wings were ruffled in agitation and fear.

“Where are they?”

He demanded. Marinette knew what he was talking about, she simply wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head away definitely.

“Why are you hiding them, Malak? Please.”

Marinette could feel her wings moving in defiance to what her brain was saying. They wanted to be shown, they wanted to be touched by her brother again. She looked down and slowly uncrossed her arms from her body. Damian gently took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.

“Everything will be ok, Taw'ami.”

She slowly nodded and with shaky fingers reached under her hoodie and began to slowly unwrap the tape that kept her wings confined. When all the tape was in her hands she hesitantly removed her hoodie and let her wings unfold from around herself and into the open. She had made shirts that let her wings slip through slits in the back that were tailored to her wings specifically and were most comfortable. Damian marveled at how big her raven wings had grown and how shiny they were. He reached out a hand slowly and gently ran his fingers down the inky black that was her wings.

Shouts of fear and accusations were thrown at her, mostly from her class. She didn’t listen though, she just observed. The tour guide was coming over now, probably to kick her out. He had such lovely wings though, they were a deep navy blue that looked similar to black with dark red and light blue running through them. They looked so well kept and soft.

“Damian, what’s happening? Who is this?”

“Grayson, meet my twin sister, Marinette.”

“You have a twin?!”

Richard exclaimed loudly, drawing even more attention. The insults and jeers stopped after that. She looked over at the class and smirked when she saw their shock and confusion.

“Yes, keep up.”

Damian said brusquely. They must know each other well then.

“Come, we must take her away from these imbeciles and take her to father.”

Damian grabbed her wrist and tugged, her quickly falling into line like she used to when he did this.

“Now tell me Ukhti, have you been taking care of yourself?”

She nodded as they came to an elevator and walked into it with Richard right behind them. Marinette felt her feathers fluff up nervously. She wasn’t in control of them right now, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Damian ran a hand gently down her right wing trying to smooth it down.

“Things will be fine Marinette. Just watch, father will be glad to meet you.”

She looked him in the eyes and squeezed her hands together.

“No, I have not told him about you. Things will be fine though.”

He seemed to understand her weird way of communicating, she still didn’t understand how he did. Richard cleared his throat and both turned to look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but um…I’m Dick, I’m Damian’s, and yours I guess, oldest brother. It’s nice to meet you.”

He spread his wings in a welcoming way that meant and showed safety and peace. Her wings involuntarily rose up as well to reciprocate his greeting. When the door to the elevator opened again she quickly forced her wings to hide on her back trying desperately to keep them from sight. Damian didn’t seem to like it, but he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her to a large office room. The plaque on the door read “CEO Bruce Wayne”. Their father was Bruce Wayne?! She couldn’t go in there, she couldn’t curse him and ruin his life. No, she had already messed up at the league, and she was just barely not messing up with Tom and Sabine, she would definitely ruin Bruce Wayne’s life, and she would not allow that to happen. She tugged at his grip desperately trying to get away.

“Marinette, stop. Your wings are not cursed, that was a lie.”

Marinette shook her head and kept trying to escape the iron-like grip.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

She froze at that and quickly shook her head. Of course she trusted him, it was her that shouldn’t be trusted.

“Good, because we’re going in now.”

And that was that, because the door was now open and she was being dragged into the office room where their father and another boy with large bags under his eyes stared at them. Damian puffed up his chest and feathers letting his strong, big, and brilliant wings rise into the air.

“Father, this is your daughter, my twin, Marinette Erebus Al Ghul-Wayne.”

They both stared at her in shock and Marinette slowly and cautiously raised her despicable black wings into the air. Both stared at them in awe before looking back at her, but she didn’t meet their eyes. She didn’t want to see the disgust and hatred in their eyes.

After a few moments she looked up and saw their wings greeting hers like Dick’s had. Their father’s wings were a mix of black and dark grey alternating the color in each row of feathers. The other boy’s were black at the top and slowly turned to red at the bottom. But they were welcoming her openly, so that must mean something! Well, it was time to get to know her father, she guessed.

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Just a Flight Away

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Ilvermony!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Request N/A

Summary: Neville has a cutie who lives in America but no one seems to believe him.

Warnings: None!

A/N: This isn’t a request but it’s based off of me rambling here and slightly off of the vibe telepatia by Kali Uchis gives off.

If there was one thing Neville was thankful was it was the absolute goddess he got to call his girlfriend. It was funny the way they first began talking to one another. (Y/n) had been trying to contact a friend at Hogwarts but after the long trip from Ilvermony to Hogwarts, her owl was quite exhausted and ended up bringing the letter to Neville instead. Neville saw the poor bird, giving it a bit of bird seed and water that he kept in the green house before he set off to find the rightful owner of the letter. Luckily he had 3rd period with the girl who thanked him before excitedly yanking the letter from his hands. When Neville went to go check on the owl, he saw that it had already left, leaving a heart shape in the bird seed.

After that day, Neville hadn’t really thought about the incident that much. Well, that was until he saw the same owl fly towards him with a letter in its mouth. He smiled fondly at it rubbing under its chin with his finger before going to give the letter back to the owl until he noticed it had his name on it. He ripped it open, careful to not damage the envelope before reading the letter.

Dear Neviile,

Thank you so so so much for getting the letter to Gwen! Gwen is a good friend of mine who I had been missing dearly and if not for your kindness she would have never received my letter.

As you may be able to tell from the seal on the letter, I attend Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry. I've heard of how grand and great the infamous Hogwarts is, is it true? How is England in general? I've never had the pleasure of traveling out of America.

Oh yes! The main point of this is as a thank you, I've attached a package of my favorite American sweets as a token of my gratitude. The package is enchanted which is why it's so small. To restore it to its original state, place it on a flat surface before tapping it with the tip of your wand.

Sincerely,

(Y/n) (L/n)

Neville felt his face grow warm at the girl's kindness. (Y/n). 'What a beautiful name..' he thought to himself before pulling out the galleon sized package from the envelope. He pushed aside a few plants on the table in front of it before placing the package down, tapping the top with his wand. He gasped, watching in amazement as he saw the package expand. Neville wasn't quite familiar with this enchantment, perhaps he'd ask her about it in his response. His cheeks turned a brighter red. Response?

Did she want to speak to him more? He didn't want to assume but by her letter and her asking questions, it made it clear that this wasn't the last exchange she wanted to have. Was this a prank? Were the Weasley twins up to this? There was only one way to tell. Neville reached a shaky hand forward, opening the package as he closed his eyes expecting something to pop out at him but when he opened his eyes there was nothing but a box of snacks he had never seen before. He let out a sigh of relief, ignoring the racing in his heart.

After that, Neville and the girl started to talk quite a bit. Months had turned into years and he couldn't have been happier. It felt nice to have someone he could talk to, someone far away from all the hustle and bustle of the castle. To her he wasn't the kid with unfortunate luck or the "cowardly" boy in Gryffindor. He was just Neville, her boyfriend. Neville, her kind boyfriend in another continent, far away.

(Y/n) loved Neville just as much. It wasn't that she never had suitors approach her. In fact, she had quite a few. (Y/n) was what you could consider popular, not that she cared. She was kind, smart, and beautiful. Who wouldn't want that? However, she always felt like none of the men who'd approach her got her. They all just saw her as a beautiful woman instead of what she was, a normal girl deserving of love. That's why she liked Neville so much. No matter what he always treated her with the utmost respect and that hadn't stopped when they started to date either.

When the two had first exchanged photos, Neville was stunned. He had been talking to that beautiful of a girl? He couldn’t believe it. It was as if Olivander himself had sculpted and carved her out of the best of wood. She had glowing (s/c) skin, soft healthy looking (h/c) (h/c) hair, and a smile that could compete with the sun on its brightest of days and win. And when he found out she was single? He would’ve been a fool not to make a move. Angels as sweet as (Y/n) didn’t come around that often.

And although their relationship was as great as can be there was the underlying sadness: they lived across the world from one another. Every time either of them would see a couple hug or kiss in school, they’d feel a twinge of jealousy pierce their hearts. It wasn’t fair that the most perfect person in the world was off enjoying themselves in their respective countries. Although (Y/n) tried to ignore it, Neville was the type to bring it up. He’d describe in the most beautiful of words what he’d do if they were together. How he’d hold her in his arms and show her off to all of his friends. Where he’d take her on a date, the plants he wanted to show her as they were both herbology geeks. Meanwhile she’d end each of the letters discussing this topic with the same phrase as usual. ‘You know I’m just a flight away. If you wanna I could take a private plane.’ He could never ask that of her though. As much as he’d love everyday to be filled with his flower, he wouldn’t wanna rip her away from the things she had going on in her own life.

It wasn’t all bad though! After the girl had taught him the charm she used when she first sent him something, they both would send each other gifts back and forth as much as possible. Neville sent her sweaters with his scent embedded, charmed flowers, chocolate frogs, anything she wanted was hers. She’d send her own things to remind him of her as well. Her favorite stuffed animal, loads of photographs, little crochet hats she made for Trevor, more...unsavory things as well definitely not her underwear. Despite the increase in objects Neville owned, none of his friends had questioned it until he started to wear a necklace with a heart shaped piece of onyx on it with the letter (Y/f/i) carved into it.

“Oi! Neville. Where’d you get that necklace from?” Ron questioned his friend who sat across from him in the Gryffindor common room. The boys had all decided to study together which of course turned into Neville studying as they goofed off. Neville tensed as his cheeks heated up turning a pink color.

“O-oh um..it’s from my girlfriend.” He said, saying the last word as soft as possible. He prayed to Merlin that his friends hadn’t heard him but unfortunately for him they had. It wasn’t that he didn’t want anyone to know about her. It was far from that. He was just a bit protective, he didn’t want anyone to try and steal her from him. Even though it was impossible since they had no contact with her, he never knew when it came to his friends. They always found a way to make the impossible possible.

“What year is she in?!”

“Who is it?!”

“No way, is she fit?!”

He finished at the chorus of voices, trying to calm them down so he could speak. They all scooted closer to him, looking up at him expectantly. “Well you see..” he trailed off, looking away as he played with the pendant around his neck. “She doesn’t go here. She attends school in Ilvermorny. But to answer your question, yeah she is bloody fit.” he responded, turning his attention back to the scroll of paper in front of him. Dean, Ron, and Seamus exchanged a look with each other trying to suppress their laughs.

“Yeah I’m sure she does Nev.” Dean said sarcastically as he joined the other two in laughter. Neville looked up at his friends confused at their behavior.

“Yeah Nev, if your nan sent it you could’ve just told us! Better than saying you’ve got a girl halfway across the world.” Ron said, pushing the boy slightly as he continued to laugh at him. Seamus was doubled over, snorting with laughter as fire whiskey shot from his nose causing the other two to howl with laughter.

“It’s not from my nan! My girlfriend really did send it to me.” he exclaimed, smacking Ron on the back of the head, before doing the same to the other two men. “Besides, you have some fucking nerve accusing me of lying when none of you have birds yourself.” he sneered, causing the boys to quiet down some.

“So harsh Neville, you didn’t have to go there mate! Well what’s this ‘girlfriend’ of yours called.” Seamus asked, doing air quotes as he mentioned the topic at hand. “You’d think it was a bit strange too if your friend suddenly mentioned a girlfriend who lived all the way in the states too wouldn’t you.”

“(Y/n). And I’ll have you know this isn’t a new thing. We’ve been dating since around 2nd year. Sure, I’d find it a bit strange if you mentioned a girlfriend in America that you had never brought up prior, but I wouldn’t find it impossible! Now if you excuse me, I have to go.” he quickly stood up, packing up his materials as he stormed off to the direction of his dorm. He sped up, ignoring the protest and begging of his friends to come back and continue to hang out with them. He had enough of them and he wasn’t gonna sit there and let himself be called a fucking liar by Hogwart’s biggest ones.

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“Did you guys hear? Students from Ilvermony are supposed to be coming to visit!” Ron said, running up to the other four boys. “I’m just picturing how hot all the girls from the states are gonna be. All hot and leggy with those bloody accents. I could combust just thinking of it!” he exclaimed, flopping down on the couch. Neville gasped softly, looking up. Did he hear him correctly?

“Where’d you hear that from? I didn’t hear anything of the sorts.” Hermione questioned, looking up from her book at the interesting news she had just heard. However, Neville was still frozen. Was this true? And if so, why hadn’t (Y/n) mentioned it. No, no it couldn’t be. She surely would have told him.

“I just overheard it from Dumbledore himself. They should be arriving in a few minutes! They’re staying here for a few months. It’s a part of this new thing that they’ve set up. Something about wanting the students to learn different methods and what not. They decided it’d be a good idea since summer is coming soon.” he said nonchalantly, looking over at Neville who hadn’t moved since the news left his mouth. He went to question what was up with him before his eyes lit up, recalling the conversation they had a few months ago. “Hey Neville? Didn’t your supposed ‘girlfriend’ go to Ilvermony.” the boys all suddenly interested began to ‘ooo’ exchanging looks with each other.

“See Neville, this is why you don’t lie. Lies will always come back to bite you in the rear. Perhaps Ronald i-”

“I wasn’t lying, Hermione! She really does go to Ilvermony.” he exclaimed, standing up as he wiped his hands on his pants. All of a sudden, there were the sounds of a bunch of American accents speaking which caught all of their attention. Many different students in Ilvermorny uniforms (some without them) roamed freely to explore the large and intense castle.

“God you weren’t kidding Ron, the girls are bloody fit.” Dean muttered, eyeing some girl who gave him a wink before giggling and running off with her friends. “Woah look at that one, are you kidding me? She’s a fucking goddess!” Neville’s curious hazel eyes followed his friend's words as he saw a familiar shade of (h/c) hair styled in the way his girlfriend wore it. Wait, was that his sweater?

“That’s not just some fucking girl, that’s my girlfriend!” Neville exclaimed, standing up from his seat.

“No chance.”

“You couldn’t pick a more believable one?”

“Prove it then.”

Neville went to say something before the girl turned around, locking eyes with him. She gasped, tearing up some as she pushed through the crowd of people running to him as quickly as possible. “Nev! Neville babe, is that you?” she exclaimed. Neville’s face flushed brightly taking in the girl’s appearance. She had worn the first sweater he had given her, a mossy green sweater with an obscure pattern, with a pleated skirt pairing it with a pair of boots. Neville nodded his head quickly, holding his arms out as the girl ran into him almost knocking him over. He picked her up, spinning her around quickly before setting her down, holding her soft face between his hands.

“W-what are you doing here?! You never told me you were coming to visit!” he exclaimed, wiping at the stray tears that had left her eyes. He moved his hands from her face securing them around her waist as he stared down at her. God she was even more beautiful in person.

“I wanted to surprise you! I actually found out a few weeks ago and let me tell ya, it was SO hard not to tell you!” She giggled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He leaned into her touch, smiling at her. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get even more handsome but bloody hell. You’re so fucking hot, Nev.” she said, feeling her face heat up. Neville flushed a bright red before leaning down, kissing the girl on the lips. She pulled him down more, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed back. The kiss was full of the love and affection they had both been craving from one another. (Y/n) tangled her hands in the back of his hair as he deepened the kiss, moaning softly. They both jumped away from one another at the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Ah sorry! Nev, are you going to introduce me to your friends?” she asked looking up at him as she intertwined his large hand with her smaller one.

“I suppose I will, even though for some reason they thought you weren’t real.” he quipped, glaring at the four boys who looked away ashamed. “From left to right there is Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus. And over there,” he said pointing to the big arm chair in the corner. “That is Hermione.” he said as they all muttered ‘hi’ and ‘sorry’ from some of them. (Y/n) giggled some, waving at them all.

“It’s very nice to meet you all! Nev talks about you guys all the time in his letters. Oh!” She said, eyes looking at his chest. She reached a hand forward, grabbing the engraved onyx in her hands. “The necklace I gave you!! You like it? I think it looks really good on you.” she exclaimed with a smile, happy her boyfriend enjoyed the gift she gave him. Neville once again looked at his friends chuckling some at their wide eyes.

“Of course I do, petal. I wear it everyday, everywhere I go. Right guys.” he teased, watching as they all stuttered out ‘yes ‘yep’ ‘sure does. “Come on flower, I’ll show you around the castle. I know you’ve been looking forward to that for a while. Also, you look quite cute in my sweater.”

“Thank you. I wear it quite often, even though the smell of you has worn off it still brings me good memories.” she said, playing with the slightly worn out sleeves of the sweater. “I’d love to!! Can we check out the greenhouse first? I wanna see that plant you were talking about. Maybe we can work on identifying what species it is!” he nodded in response, taking her hand once again as they began to walk off. Before they turned the corner, he quickly turned his head around using his unoccupied hand to flip off his friends before turning his attention back to his lover.

“Who would’ve thought? Longbottom with an absolute fox.” Ron said, slumping back down as he frowned. Hermione took the book she was reading smacking him upside the head.

“Maybe if you knew how to treat women you’d be with one too.”

#Neville Longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom x you #neville x reader #harry potter imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

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miraeluc · 3 years

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he sees your wings for the first time

prompt: “you’ve got wings?!”

pairing: keigo takami x reader

word count: 961

warnings: reader is kind of insecure over their wings, reader is gender neutral but keigo calls them babybird and angel like, once

genre: fluff

NOTE: i’m just going to hide the fact that i fell off the side of the earth for a week, lol. to make up for it, soft hawks!!! this is inspired by a textpost i saw once AND im sorry it’s kinda short!!

you weren’t always this insecure over your wings

that was until you met hawks, at least

in comparison to his large, red wings, you felt like you had nothing to offer with your, white, still-large-but-not-as-large wings

so you just decided to bind them back whenever you saw him, always wanting to impress him :(

you just felt like the wings would hold you back from that?? for some reason

truth is, your mom was behind all of this, always telling you your wings weren’t good enough as a child

which led you to be convinced that your wings made you less worthy than you are

every time before you hung out with hawks you used bandages to bind your wings back as well as you could and opted for baggy clothes, which just led hawks to assume you were quirkless

him thinking you were quirkless made him pick you up at random times and fly you up into the air, and in those moments there was nothing you wanted more than to spread your own wings and fly with him

hawks always thought the reason for your baggy clothes was because you were insecure over your own body, so he didn’t push it too much

he did feel a bit sad when you refused to share moments of intimacy with him, simply because he thought you didn’t feel comfortable with him lol

usually, hawks would visit you at 9pm in the evening at the earliest, work holding him back from coming any earlier, so as of now you were curled up in a make-shift nest you created out of a bunch of pillows and most importantly, hawk’s hoodies, your wings sprawled out over the entirety of the bed

it smelled like him and it was so comfortable

too comfortable

way too comfortable.

so you fell asleep

cliche

you fell asleep in a nest, wings sprawled out.

and hawks just happened to get off work early

he was so excited because he hadn’t gotten off work this early in months

he stopped by the store to buy some snacks or you too before flying over to your place, letting himself in using the key you gave him after there was no response from you when he knocked on the balcony

he placed all the snacks down, removing some of the outer layers of his hero costume before gently knocking on your bedroom door, moreso as a warning that he’s about to come in other than to ask for your permission to enter

when he opened the door he had to take a double-take

he froze for like, 3 minutes

you were in a nest.

a nest that smelled like him.

and you had wings.

after staring until he was sure he wasn’t seeing things, he spoke

“you’ve got wings?!”

you jumped awake, ironically proving his point when your wings fluttered and flapped, bringing you up into a seated position, eyes wide

your heart was thumping in your chest, not knowing what to say

shit.

he’s going to hate me.

he’s going to hate them.

he took a step closer and you finally managed to choke out a few words, still not completely awake after your nap

“-’m sorry.. i was scared to show you-”

his brows furrowed and he sat beside you

“what? why’d you be scared, babybird?”

your eyes moved to look at him, pupils dilating in a quick motion, a bird-like characteristic that he never paid any mind to

“they’re not as pretty as yours..”

his eyes widened and he let out a little snarl,

“believe me, my breath was taken away when i saw you and your wings looking absolutely angelic, why’d you even think mine are prettier?

he subtly pulled you back down, hugging you

“dunno, my mom always said they’re ugly” you snuggled your face into his chest

he scoffed and started peppering your face with kisses

“angel, i’m sorry but your mom’s opinion is absolute bullshit. your wings are beautiful. didn’t know i got myself a cute bird partner there” he chuckled

you blushed lightly, sitting up “so you’re not angry at me for hiding it?”

he shook his head “of course not, i understand where you’re coming from- now, you know i got snacks right? let’s go watch movies!!” he stood up, walking to the living room where your snacks were already waiting

you smiled to yourself, feeling like a huge boulder was taken off your shoulders before you followed, settling on the ground in front of him “what are we watching?”

“mm, i was thinking tangled?”

nodding, you turned on the tv, “i still can’t believe the audacity eugene had to cut her hair that short- have some respect!”

he cackled “you’re still angry about that?”

his fingers found their way into the base of your feathers, your wing letting out a small shudder at that - he started separating the feathers, removing fluff from between them and tidying them

he wasn’t even paying attention to what you were saying

“keigo are y- are you preening me?!”

“so what if i am...” he muttered

bonus!

hawks grabbed your cellphone, shooting you a smirk

your eyes were already going wide, confirming your fear when he stepped out of the balcony and yelled out

“catch me if you can!” before taking off into the air

“keigo, if you drop it i’ll kill you!”

you ran after him, your own wings spreading and flapping, chasing him in the air

you were both laughing the entire time, hawks more often than not letting your phone go only to catch it a second later, your heart dropping every single time

the next day the news were full of videos of the both of you playing around in the air.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fluff #tangled #rapunzel #hawks #keigo takami #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #wings #hecc yea #preening

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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All my knowledge is of hermitcraft and the stuff people have written for the Hermit!Tommy Au but I kept having this idea and needed to write it. I also think i got a bit out of character halfway through because it was supposed to be short, but i vibed with it too much so now it’s long and maybe not 100% accurate but it’s still angst followed by fluff.

also @petrichormeraki wanted me to tag them when i posted this.

Tommy had been with the Hermits for a while now. He hadn’t really kept track of when he first arrived, but it had at least been a few months. Otherwise, time was a mess. The Hermits has all but legally adopted him and all the joy that came from them caring for him made time seem to fly by.

Doc was fun to be around because while Tommy was perfectly fine never going back to the SMP, the way the man acted gave Tommy a small bit of familiarity in a good way to his past life.

He likes hanging out with False, mainly for sparring. Never anything deadly, but even if there wasn’t a need for Tommy to constantly look over his shoulder, it was good to keep from getting too rusty.

He doesn’t really hang out with Zedaph as much as Zedaph hangs out with him. Normally the Hermit would come out of the blue with something new for Tommy to try. Flicking levers over and over for something that would normally be as simple as using a furnace just became fun for Tommy, especially if he had energy pent up.

Xisuma is someone Tommy doesn’t run into much, but the fact that he doesn’t is something Tommy finds comfort in. Even as the server admin, the man is very down to Earth. Nothing like Dream ever was.

And then there’s Grian. Tommy got along with all the Hermits fine and of course there were some he preferred over others, but Grian took the cake for him. When he first showed up, Grian was the one to give him a place to stay at his old hobbit hole. Professor Beaks had been left there and still used to the SMP and scared for his life, Tommy hid the pet bird as leverage for his own safety. When Grian found out, he mostly shrugged it off, but the tens of chickens in the hobbit hole the next day was proof of retaliation.

Tommy didn’t understand the underwhelming response at first, but responded in kind, using the eggs from the chickens Grian had left to egg the Hermit’s base. When the builder nearly broke the door to the hobbit hole, Tommy grabbed his axe, ready to fight for his life, but was taken aback by the cheerful look on Grian’s face.

After that, Grian had practically taken Tommy under his wing. He showed Tommy how to build more effectively with cobble, eventually managing to get the teen to have some variety. Grian also brought Tommy along on his various chaotic endeavors, leaving behind chickens, mycelium, and possibly some missing doors.

The two chaotic red wearing Brits got along so well that they sometimes spent entire weeks together. Because of that, Tommy was all too aware that the Hermits participated in MCC as well.

It made sense. A few of the Hermits vaguely recognised him when he showed up in Hermitcraft and a few of them looked familiar to Tommy. That had made him feel a little safer since now these people weren’t complete strangers, but it did complicate things. Every so often, the portal to MCC would open and the Hermits participating would go through. The closest Tommy would get to the portal was just before the Hermits left, occasionally giving a ‘Good luck Grine!’ or something similar to Grian as he went through. But after that Tommy stayed as far away as he could manage.

The portal there led to MCC. And from there, there was a portal that led to the SMP. If Tommy could get to Hermitcraft, others could too. And that idea was terrifying, no matter who it was. Dream was a worst case scenario, but even if it was Tubbo. Tubbo had exiled him, and even if they were still on good terms after that, Tommy could have visited at some other MCC, but he didn’t, and that idea likely wouldn’t go over well, especially since otherwise, people probably thought he was dead and Tommy didn’t care to correct them.

But compared to all those other times, today was very different. Today Tommy wasn’t at the sidelines to help send off the other Hermits, he was one of the ones being sent off. They had taken every precaution. Mumbo had rebuilt his Spookification chamber for Tommy with some alterations, specifically removing the firework method of alteration. The teen was also dressed for being on a team with Grian as the Cyan Creepers, so his familiar red and white shirt was missing. But under Tommy’s costume, he still kept the chain necklace holding his compass. He refused to part with it, though made sure he would be hard to access to keep from glancing, knowing at the championships, it wouldn’t be spinning wildly anymore.

With a comforting pat on the back from Grian, he and the other Hermits walked through the portal. The crowd of people that were on the side almost immediately overwhelmed Tommy, making him think that it was a bad idea all over again, but the sight of the two other team members for the Cyan Creepers reassured them, especially as they lined up for the cameras for some fun and silly times. Then once the games began, he was too focused on winning to think of much else.

Before long, the championships were over. They had come in fifth, which was a bit disappointing at first, but on the other hand, it was still pretty good and kept the spotlight off of him. When dodgebolt began, Tommy stood next to Grian, but with a crowd of people, a good game, and no perfect place to sit, the both of them wandered for a better vantage point.

At one point, Tommy managed to push his way right up to the edge of the viewing ledge. It was the perfect place for a while until the action moved, causing everyone to decide it was the perfect place. Enough people moved nearby that Tommy was worried about falling into the pit below, and he almost did before someone pulled him back.

Tommy was ready to thank whichever Hermit or even other player helped him but the words died in his throat when he faced the person who grabbed him. He knew that mask and neon green color. And there was no reason for him to help Tommy unless-

“I finally found you!” Dream spoke. He raised his voice to be heard over the crowd, but not too much to draw the attention of others. Tommy froze as he definitely heard the words. But there was no way for Dream to know, he didn’t look at all like normal.

“I-I’m sorry.” Tommy tried not to stutter, hoping just the situation of being grabbed would excuse it. “But I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for. I’m new here. Unless you’re greeting me for being new.” It was something he prepared before in his mind after Grian brought up the possibility, but it felt sloppy putting it to use.

“Oh don’t lie Tommy. I know it’s you. I guess you got lost, but it’s okay, you can come back now. I got rid of the exile for you. Aren’t you glad?”

Tommy was glad for the mask that covered Dream’s face. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see Dream’s actual expression. “How did you-” He started to speak, but Dream cut him off, poking Tommy’s chest, right where the compass was.

“Weren’t you paying attention to the teams? Tubbo got put with me. And between games he just happened to glance at his own compass. And wouldn’t you know it, it led me right here.” Dream held up the compass that belonged to Tubbo. It looked damaged, and it was recent. Tubbo likely didn’t want to give the tyrant admin the compass, but lost it to Dream anyway.

“Give that back to Tubbo!” Tommy shouted at Dream, trying to snatch it from him.

“Feisty now, aren’t you? We can take care of that when you come back. I’ll also give it back to him if you come with me.”

Tommy froze. There was no way he was going back, but what could he do? Everyone was focused on dodgebolt, and he didn’t want his appearance to have caused more trouble for Tubbo.

Tommy glanced at the crowd one last time before reluctantly nodding. Dream grabbed his hand in a painful clench and dragged him out of the crowd towards the SMP’s portal to leave. However, just before reaching it, Dream stopped. Tommy, who had been looking back at the crowd, hoping someone would see what was going on, turned towards the portal to see Grian standing in front of it.

“Heya, where do you think you’re going. MCC isn’t over yet. Dodgebolt it still going on.”

Tommy expected Dream to just push past Grian or even give some sort of retort, but the actual reply was shocking. “Uh, n-no, just… have to head back early. Th-the game delays made things run over. A-and we’ve got to get b-back for… something else. Don’t w-want to be late for that.”

Dream’s words made Tommy so shocked he forgot to breathe. Dream was scared, no he was terrified. And he was terrified… of Grian. Tommy looked back at the Hermit who stood unflinching in front of them.

“Really? I could have sworn that you were here when I arrived, and that kid wasn’t. And he definitely came from a different portal. I know since I was keeping my eye out for my teammates. So why’s he going with you?”

“I uh…” Dream struggled, struggled, to give an answer, letting Grian continue. “That’s what I thought. C’mon kid, let’s go back to the crowd. You can stay with me until it’s over then I’ll help you find your portal back.”

And Grian took Tommy away without any retaliation from Dream. Tommy was left in awe. Grian wasn’t even an admin in Hermitcraft but Dream was terrified of him. It was amazing! But at the same time, it made Tommy spiral a bit.

When everyone returned, Grian had made sure Dream left before the Hermits and Tommy did so Dream couldn’t watch Tommy leave. Tommy stuck to False’s side as they walked through the portal, Grian being the last to come through as he continued to act as a guard. When he tried to comfort Tommy after his run-in with Dream, he understood when the teen responded he just wanted to go home. The championships were exhausting enough without a scare like that.

The next day, Tommy hung out with False. And then Zedaph, and then Doc. Grian noticed immediately, but didn’t pay much mind to it. He noticed since Tommy had spent a full week only hanging out with him, so the sudden absence of the boy was noticeable, but it made sense that he would want to hang out with the others.

After that, Grian didn’t pay too much attention to the lack of Tommy until he ran into him while stocking the barge. Tommy had been buying something at the store when Grian flew in. He nearly dropped his diamonds in trying to leave in such a hurry that it finally concerned Grian. The builder started visiting other Hermits Tommy tended to visit and ask about him. No one really noticed much other than Tommy dodging any questions about him possibly going to hang out with Grian.

Grian decided to leave it alone, and he was definitely going to, but after another run in with Tommy, he threw that decision out the window. Grian normally wouldn’t have done this, but after trying multiple times to just talk to Tommy and being unsuccessful, the builder had to essentially corner the teen.

Immediately, Grian regretted it. Tommy was trembling, obviously scared, holding a sword in his hand. He carefully tried to point out that Tommy didn’t need to have his sword out, but instead of just putting it away, Tommy just threw it on the ground, also throwing down his other gear. Grian had heard of Tommy doing this before with the other Hermits, so he immediately recognised what was going on and dived to grab the gear. It scared Tommy more, but Grian wanted to make sure nothing ended up destroyed.

“Tommy, calm down, I just want to talk. Did I do something wrong? I mean, obviously I must have, you look scared out of your mind every time I’m around you. But I can’t think or anything I did and I don’t want this to keep happening. So can I know what’s going on?”

Tommy didn’t speak for a while. He just looked defeated and terrified. Grian called in some of the other Hermits to come help Tommy calm down, though at first it didn’t help. But over time, Tommy finally did stop looking so terrified and they moved to somewhere he would feel less cornered. It took more coaxing after that, but finally, Tommy explained himself.

“He’s scared of you. Dream is… actually scared of you.”

“Yeah, I’ve killed him once or twice. Plus my full name is Lord Grian Dreamslayer, so it’s kind of in the name.” The builder tried to say it as a joke, but it didn’t seem to lighten the mood.”

“He’s the admin and he’s scared of you. And you… I’ve been hanging out with you.”

Grian nodded. “Well yeah, we do fit together well. ...Did he say something at MCC to make you think I didn’t like you?”

Tommy shook his head. “N-No. You’re right, you’re fun to be around. But dream likes… liked messing with me. And tried to train me. And I hang out with you more than I had with him, and I’m more like you. I-If you’re somehow more powerful than him-!” The rest of the words stopped in Tommy’s throat, choking him up. Stress was nearby and gave Tommy a careful hug for comfort, which helped him a little.

Grian waited a little bit for the tension to calm slightly before he spoke. “I don’t know exactly what Dream has done to you. You’ve told us a lot, but you obviously haven’t told us everything, and telling us isn’t the same as experiencing it. But let me tell you that I’m not going to do what he’s done to you. I remember how you were the first day we found you. And I see how you are now- well, how you were a few weeks ago- and I’m happy. Happy because you’ve been happy. You’ve been safe and cared for here and it shows. I don’t want to force you to be anything, I want you to be you. Sure, I’m powerful enough to kill Dream, but I’m not going to use that power on you. I’m only going to use it around you if it’s to keep him away from you.

“And! And! It’s just because of how your server is. Here we can go to the end. We don’t have a set amount of lives. We build massive structures and sell totems for a single diamond each. We fight Withers for fun and make farms with them. We farm just about anything you can think of. And Tommy.” Grian paused, making sure Tommy was paying attention. “You may be from somewhere far off that none of us old Hermits have seen, but now you’re here. And new home or not, that makes you a Hermit too. Sure you can be like me. Or you can be like False or Doc or Scar or Mumbo. But so far, you’ve been pretty you. And that you is a Hermit.”

Tommy took a few moments to process it, but the message seemed to get through to him. With that, Grian stood up with a smile. “Now I get that you probably don’t want to hang around me much right now. It makes sense. Maybe hang out with some other Hermits and learn some new stuff to get your mind off of things. Plus, I also did some talking around looking for you, and got you this.”

Tommy’s eyes practically sparkled as Grian placed down some music discs. He greedily grabbed the treasures and stuffed them in his inventory, looking up just to see Grian flying off. Taking on Grian’s idea, Tommy decided to go with Cleo and try to wrap his head around those armor stands again. While he wasn’t a pro, he did manage to make one scene of the hermits all holding weapons and surrounding an armor stand in lime leather armor. Grian was right. He was a Hermit. And he wasn’t going back. At least, not permanently, he thought, clutching his compass. Maybe, there would even be another Hermit like him.

#hermit!tommy au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #dreamsmp #tommyinnit #grian #mcc #docm77 #falsesymmetry #zedaph #xisuma #dreamwastaken #stressmonster101 #angst and fluff #still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic

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gaegalsyd · 3 years

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Tracing Footsteps in the Wind

summary: You are a peculiar who travels through different loops to help different ymbrynes in their loop and their children. But what will happen when you visit the loop of one ymbryne called Miss Peregrine. Will you find friendship, sorrow, or love?

Chapter 2: It doesn't matter where we take this road

The next morning, you decided to help Miss Kestrel make breakfast for the children so you made your way downstairs silently after changing from your sleepwear and fixing your hair. The smell of the waffles in the kitchen wafted in your nose, and the sizzle of the bacons was the only sound in the area. Miss Kestrel was there alone sipping her tea while making sure none of the food got burnt.

“Good morning Miss Kestrel, anything I can do to help?” the older woman acknowledged you by preparing another cup of tea for you “Good morning y/n you can set the table, and what’s your preference for your tea?” You took the plates and utensils before responding with a smile “the usual, miss.”

After setting the plates, one of the older children came down to help prepare for breakfast and after a while all of the children were seated at the table and were already eating.

While everyone is eating, the headmistress cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention “children, Miss y/n will be leaving the loop after breakfast, I expect you would want to say a proper goodbye to her” the children looked at you in surprise and started asking questions like “will you come back?” “Can you send us photographs?” which you all answered easily.

After breakfast you gathered all your things and went downstairs and saw the children and Miss Kestrel waiting for you. The older woman patted your back while all the children gave you a hug. “Be careful out there y/n, you can send us a letter anytime you need anything” Miss Kestrel said while holding your arm.

You thanked her and everyone in the house, and once you’ve exited the loop you felt the vast difference in the atmosphere and time. Without looking back, you started your journey towards Cairnholm.

The travel from Brighton to Cairnholm would have been a lot easier without the war and trying not to get any attention for yourself. But while you are in the boat on the way to the island, you are starting to feel at ease and are already thinking of how the children are. And when you saw the shape of the island you noticed a bird flying, a peregrine falcon to be exact, you knew that there is a big chance that this is the ymbryne of the new place you’ll be calling home but you did not do anything to acknowledge it.

When the boat stopped, you immediately got off it and started walking around the island. You can feel that this island must have been through a lot just with the look of the houses with doors and windows closed, and with the people being in a hurry as if trying to get to their destinations to get out of the open area as soon as possible. The island is not that picturesque, not that you are expecting it to be picture perfect, the weather is gloomy and the air is a bit cold that matches the atmosphere of the island. Walking around, you did not see any hint of the loop or a place where the children may stay while they are on the island, that’s why you did not hesitate to enter the first pub you saw which is the Priest Hole.

“You there! You don’t look familiar, what brought you here? ``One of the men in a Welsh accent asked you, and when you were about to approach them, a woman asked “Are you here for the children?” which surprised you because surely they don’t know about peculiars or if they do then that could be troublesome, you thought. You said yes hoping that they did not notice the hesitancy in your voice, then one man approached you and placed a hand to your shoulder then said sorry for your loss. You sat on one of the chairs and took a drink, after listening and engaging to some of their conversations, you learned that the house was bombed and not one survived. “So the house was bombed but where is the entrance to the loop” you thought quietly, after a while you asked some questions in hopes that you’ll get some answer to where the entrance is but when you got nothing you just sighed and asked “Can you tell me the direction to their house?” after giving the directions the owner of the pub reminded you “The house was bombed just a few weeks ago, it might not be safe to wander too much and be careful of the bogs” You gathered your things and thanked the people “ I might leave as soon as I see the house, thank you for the directions”

The path towards the house is not an easy path, they must have stopped maintaining it after the house was bombed since it is the only house on that side of the island. And when you saw the home, your heart sank despite knowing that every occupant survived. The front part of the roof is completely shattered and some parts are just waiting to fall around, and it is reeking the smell of smoke and burnt woods but you walked closer. It was probably raining a few days after the bombs but you cannot bring yourself to come inside the home since from your inspection, the building is very unstable as of the moment and would need a few more weeks until anyone can safely come inside.

Assuming that the entrance of the loop must be close, you started to walk around the house until you felt a presence, then saw footsteps that ended just beside you. “Is someone there? I can feel you and you’re not so good in hiding” you pointed the footsteps, then you heard a sigh “You must be miss y/n, Miss Peregrine asked us to fetch you” you smiled towards the air where you think the voice came from and grinned “Why don’t you lead the way then” After saying those words, a girl with red hair and a leather gloves approached you from behind the trimmed bushes that you assume to be once a garden, with clothes in her hand which she handed to the invisible boy you were talking to “you were naked the whole time” you said in disbelief.

The girl with red hair giggled and said “ My name is Olive, that is Millard, and yes he was naked the whole time”

The only respond you had was an “Oh”

“My name is Bronwyn!” a little girl with brown curly hair said. You knelt in front of her “Hello Bronwyn, my name is y/n” you offered your hand to her which she accepted “I did not notice you immediately, young lady” you added and made Bronwyn giggle.

“Let’s go, Miss Peregrine would not appreciate not being on time” Olive said that prompted you to stand and follow her.

On the way to the entrance, you had small talks with the three of them while keeping track of every turn and step you took but you realized that you were approaching a cave near the beach. Realization hit you that if you were left on your devices to look for the entrance, it would take you so much time. After making sure that no one followed the three of you, you entered the loop and heard a ringing and a pop! That means you have successfully entered the loop. When you emerged from the small cave, you were surprised by the shift in the weather and atmosphere. It was sunny and everything was vibrant, there’s no sign of rain or fog, you could even hear the chirping of the birds and the laughter of the children as you neared the house. It was just a few weeks ago when this loop was made but this is perfect.

You saw the house in its glory and almost forgot what it looked like when you first saw it as a ruin. The sun had already set and lights were already lit but it did not make the grounds look less than perfect. When you stepped to the porch, the three children excused themselves to finish their chores, and when you were about to knock, the door swung open to reveal the silhouette of a woman about as tall as you with her hair done in an updo and she’s holding a pipe. The woman stepped outside and you finally saw what she looked like, and the first thought in your mind is that she’s beautiful and far from what you are expecting, her hair is dark with strands of dark blue which is probably a thing with the ymbrynes, her eyes are light blue reminding you of the sky and it is accentuated by her dark makeup around it, and her lips are rosy as if tempting you to kiss her. She took the pipe from her mouth and looked at you and you looked back at her and figured that comparing her eyes to the sky does not do her any justice for it also has some shade of green but can be mistaken for gray. But you still cannot remember where you first saw her.

“You must be Miss y/l/n. Alma Peregrine, delighted to meet you” she offered a hand which you accepted and the faster beating of your heart did not go unnoticed to you. “Yes, that would be me” the ymbryne looked from your head to your toe with a curious glint in her eyes before smiling widely “come in dear, welcome to our loop”

The smell of bread and vanilla inside the house was the first thing that reached your senses, you were welcomed by a house that gave you comfort and coziness.

“You have a very lovely loop Miss Peregrine” the woman smiled proudly and you thought that she looked even more beautiful when smiling “Thank you dear, and please call me Alma without the presence of the children”

“Then you can call me y/n” you smiled at her. She guided you to a room upstairs where you will be staying and before she left she placed a hand to your arm “The children are done for supper and I’ll bring some foods here, you may rest early if you wish”

You sat in the bed before responding to the woman “good night, Alma” then she smiled at you and closed the door. And you were sure that if she would smile at you often, you would already be a happy woman with that alone.

#miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #mphfpc #miss peregrine fic

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Things We Notice (Sasori x Reader) [Naruto]

Anything that doesn’t fit within canon is simply my tweaking of it. I’m the captain of this crumbling ship

The first thing Sasori noticed about you was how absolutely pathetic you were.

Despite the tension in the meeting, Pein spoke, explaining the situation and why you were there. You were an anomaly. Clan inheritance gone wrong. Hundreds of villages destroyed. Named an S-rank criminal despite the fact that you had no fighting skills whatsoever. The ability to create mists that ranged from poisonous to acidic, yet you had no way to control it.

It was ridiculous, Pein gathering everyone just to meet you, meek and shaking from behind Konan, the small bit of your face that wasn’t obscured by her cloak, was drained of color and clearly nervous.

Sasori sneered, annoyed by the fact that he was wasting time for this, and judging by the expressions of the others, he wasn’t the only member feeling that way.

You needed discipline above all else in your chakra, which is most likely why Pein picked Sasori to be your mentor and partner.

When he approached your hidden form, Konan slightly stepped back, hand going to your lower back and gently pushing you forward, reassuring safety and that she would keep an eye on the both of you. The scene made Sasori nearly roll his eyes.

If he was being honest though, having you in his room wasn’t too bad. It was kind of nice to have company that would quietly watch and admire instead of being loud like Deidara typically was. It was a breath of fresh air.

Months went by, and he found himself more and more fond of you. You grew an affinity for channeling your mists, which matched wonderfully with his puppets. He noticed how your shoulders tensed in nervousness whenever you combined your abilities with his. He also began to notice the way you would bite your lip to concentrate on his lectures.

“Would I give up humanity to become eternal?” You tilted your head, eyes narrowed at his question. “What does that mean?”

“It’s what I did,” Sasori answered. “Though it’s not that simple. Your new body has to have some human elements in it for your mind to cope. Like crying or lust.” He’s rambling, he knows, but it’s nice to have someone who wholeheartedly listens. “Not that I‘ve done those two.” He chuckled.

Your eyes sparkle with interest. “So you’re offering?”

“No,” Sasori replied. “It’s just a theoretical question I ask everyone.” It’s not a lie, though no one besides Deidara bothered to amuse him.

You nodded in understanding before considering his question. “Uhhhhh, I don’t think I would.”

“Oh?” Sasori moved to sit next to you.

“I’m content with how I’ve lived my life so far, and I don’t think I need to live forever to experience what makes me happy,” Your hands reached out, towards Sasori’s. “I met you, and I don’t think anything will be as amazing.”

Something in Sasori’s chest ached, and it made him happy.

He noticed that he found himself watching you more and more, his chest hurting more and more every time you walked in the room. This was never something he said however.

Another thing he noticed was how Konan still checked up on you quite often. This wasn’t something she did for him, nor any member he could think of. It was odd, how she kept herself in front of you, always shielding you from unknown or nonexistent dangers.

Sasori wondered; had she always been this protective of the Akatsuki? Somewhere in the back of his brain, he knew, but he ignored it.

He kept quiet, watching, and Konan kept visiting.

A cycle, a habit of his; to watch you laugh with her, walk with her, smile with her. Though it would never be said, he wanted to be in the angel’s position, just to see you look at him like that.

It was fine though, she was only watching you till you were ready to stand on your own feet, like a baby bird and its mother.

Mothers stayed long after the bird learned to fly, didn’t they? Sasori thought that, and kept thinking that. You were simply friends, like he was with you.

“Sasori.”

He snapped out of his thoughts, giving you his full attention.

You had both arms tucked behind you as your body rocked back and forth.

“What is it?” He drawled, trying his best not to stare at you like a lovestruck clown.

“I wanted to thank you for everything,” You gave him your widest grin, and he felt his chest flutter. “And I wanted to know if it was okay to hug you.”

Sasori scoffed at that. “How childish and demeaning of you.”

You pouted. “I didn’t say it was mandatory. That’s why I asked.” You spun on your heel, walking away when his arm shot out and grabbed your shoulder.

“I didn’t say no.”

You whipped back to him even quicker, arms reaching out wide.

It was at that moment he noticed the white ring on your finger, and remembered Konan’s lack thereof.

He doesn’t move, not when you approach him with that fucking stupid, fucking infuriating, fucking breathtaking smile and wrap him in a tight hug. His hands, however, move on their own volition, to your back.

This is what he craved for so long, but not like this.

He wanted your heart in this too.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s his memories of childhood, his trauma, his fear of losing people coming back, but he can feel his eyes beginning to burn. Why did losing humanity require a body so close to being human?

Why did he have to let himself cry?

Sasori shoved his face into your shoulder, and he tightened his grip, and he’s heaving for his breath.

“…Sasori?” You’re confused, but still cradling him in your arms. “Are you okay?”

He couldn’t answer, or just couldn’t bring himself to.

He just held on, and he kept crying.

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25/09/2022-Shatterford in the New Forest and some bits at home

We came to Shatterford for a walk today for my first visit for a long time. I can just about recall when I was last in the vicinity of this area we sometimes head this way from Denny Wood, but can’t recall how long it’s been since I actually walked from this car park it could be as much as six years ago. So it was great to be back and have a lovely walk around this beautiful spot which we once went to regularly. We took in some smashing views in this open walk, which blends heathland today covered in nice bright bits of purple heather still, bog adorned by cotton grass today, a muddy lake, varied woodland with great birch, pine and other trees looking nice bringing a green glow to the landscape with a few bits of autumnal colour. There were great layers in the landscape with grass and heather mixing well. Seeing the sun sat at the edge of the clouds created nice creamy light here today and there were some nice sky scenes. I took the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh pictures in this photoset of views here today.

Pretty bogbean, lovely yellow tormentil, hawksbeard type flowers, some water mint in the water, gorse, some marsh St. John’s-wort leaves I believe and devil’s-bit scabious a stunning flower seen for the third weekend running added to cotton grass and heather in a nice array of plants seen today. Bracken including some going orange, rose hips and some lovely little mushrooms of brown and a medium one of purple were lovely to see today as well. Insect wise a Migrant Hawker and Common Darters both on the grass near the bog and on the sand and a crane fly in the heath were smashing sights on the walk.

It was a walk where we saw a lot of great birds, including lots of Stonechats again lately chatting well and Swallows with one parading intimately over us. Two or three Stock Doves with their stark colours made pleasant sights in the middle of the landscape by the pond seen flying and high on bare trees where they can often be seen it is a good area for them in the forest we have seen them at Pig Bush and Denny Wood either side of this walk. A gem flitting between the sandy path and surrounding vegetation were olive coloured Willow Warblers a bird I have loved seeing a lot this year. It was good to see/hear a Grey Wagtail too near the wetter areas. A possible Whinchat seen was a good one and another that we saw quite quickly and believe it was this was a striking Woodlark.

I saw the other day that pannage had begun, where New Forest commoners can exercise their right to turn out pigs to eat the threatening to ponies and cattle fallen acorns and other fruit in the autumn. I have seen a fair few acorns this year already. I just had a funny feeling when deciding to come for a forest walk today and I suggested Shatterford that we might come across a pig. And at the pine clad car park at the end of the walk we noticed three small pigs. It was amazing to watch these characteristic animals trot around merrily and feed. They are such entertaining and captivating animals to watch and it was a pleasure to be immersed into their world for a bit. It’s quirky that they are quite a difficult mammal to photograph as you can barely see their eyes as their handkerchief like ears dangle down to cover them. I did manage the eighth and ninth pictures in this photoset of these pigs among others which I tweeted tonight on Dans_Pictures though. A wonderful few minutes that as always gave me that special New Forest feeling and raw feeling of the excitement of autumn.

At home today I enjoyed Collared Doves in the sun against the pristine blue sky, the plume moth again tonight, scenes of bright green trees out the window, fuchsia some of which I took the first picture in this photoset of before going out today, dahlia, sedum and other flowers. There were some exquisite sky scenes seen from home this evening which looked really beautiful with frizzy bits of cloud, long light and dark clouds and a variety of other clouds and great bits of light from the sun behind. I took the tenth and final picture in this photoset of a sky scene at home tonight. A key weekend of my year and a brilliant and relaxing one comes to an end, I hope you all have a good new week.

Wildlife Sightings Summary for Shatterford: Stonechat, possible Whinchat, possible Woodlark, Willow Warbler, Grey Wagtail, Swallow, Stock Dove, Magpie, Common Darter, Migrant Hawker, crane fly, another fly and I heard Meadow Pipit I believe. It was nice to see one of my favourite mammals the New Forest Pony too on a good walk for mammals and see a young one feeding from its mother on the way back with Fallow Deer seen on the way home in the forest too. I saw a nice couple of Ravens I believe going past Denny Wood on the way in.

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Hey there! For this year's Revalink Secret Santa, hosted by @/of-birds-and-men, I was @heleentje's Secret Santa! Out of the prompts given, I leaned more towards post-canon fluff; it's a bit short, but I still hope that you enjoy this!

Revali gave a short huff as Link continued to pull him through the snowy fields of Hebra, the cold air starting to hit him. He was fine, what with his feathers helping him keep warm, but with being out for so long, it was only a matter of time before he actually started to feel it. He wondered how Link must’ve been feeling though; the Hylian wasn’t used to colder weather, and no matter how much Rito gear he wore, he was still probably suffering in the cold. But the hero continued to smile brightly as he dragged the Rito, as he continued to repeat the fact that they’re “almost there”. Seeing as he had been repeating that for the last three minutes, Revali doubted that they were close at all.

“Link, where are we even going?” Revali asked. “We have been walking for almost forty minutes now! I probably could’ve gotten there in less than half the time if you just let me fly there.”

“It’s a surprise,” Link said, giving him a smile. “And besides, you don’t even know where I’m leading you, so it’s not like you could’ve just flown there by yourself.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Revali never really visited Hebra that often, even before the Calamity. But there were a few times Link had brought him over to the region, and they were taking the same path as they did all those years ago...if Revali was right, then he definitely knew where Link was bringing him to.

And upon seeing a large frozen lake, which Link excitedly showed him, Revali knew he was right. “Isn’t this cool?” Link said. “There’s barely any other bodies of water around in Hebra, excluding the hot springs–so when I found this, I knew I had to immediately bring someone over!”

“Yes, I know,” Revali said. “You’ve brought me here before, you know.”

Link paused. “I have?”

Revali cocked his head to the side. “Yes, you have. Do you not remember? It was before the Calamity, you brought me here because of how secluded and pretty the scenery is.” As soon as the words left his mouth, and with Link’s blank stare, Revali realized the fact that Link didn’t remember. He didn’t remember the smaller, more quiet moments in his life, including the times they had spent at the frozen lake.

Link gave a sheepish laugh, as if to joke it off. “I guess I don’t remember that, then,” he said.

“Well, no matter,” Revali replied. “We’ll just have to make new memories here then, together. Now then, I suggest we-” he was interrupted though, by a ball of snow being thrown at him, which hit him straight on the beak. He gave a loud squawk at the sudden hit of cold, and glared at the Hylian, who was compacting more snow into his hand. “The hell was that?” Revali demanded, wiping the snow off.

“Snowball,” Link explained, and a new grin appeared on his face. “What, have you never had a snowball fight before?”

“I have, thank you very much, but never has someone interrupted me in such a childish manner!” Link gave a loud laugh at that, and Revali for the umpteenth time saw how pretty he was.

“What’s better than not only starting a snowball fight, but starting a surprise snowball fight?”

Revali gave a huff at that, turning his head the other way as he smoothed out his feathers. “Honestly, if you think your little sneak attack is going to give you the edge you need to win, then you are sorely mistaken,” he said. “I know all of your little tricks that you have up your sleeve, so don’t-”

He was interrupted once more, with another snowball. This time by one that hit directly on one of his wings, attacking him with sheer cold. He gave an even louder squawk at that, and glared at Link once more.

“Stop that!”

“Then c’mon then!” Link said with a bright smile. “Let’s have a real fight.”

Revali took a deep breath. “I am going to make you regret those words,” he growled out, before taking flight. Link simply laughed and started to throw more snowballs at him.

The fight went on like that. And while Reavli was clearly taking it seriously, because he was not going to lose to Link, the Hylian continued to laugh and smile widely, having fun as he got pelted in snow thanks to Revali. In the end, while Revali would argue that he won, it was unspokenly agreed upon that both had lost, for both were shivering from the cold snow.

“Well, as much as I enjoyed that,” Revali started, landing beside Link, “I think we should be heading back now.”

“What? C’mon Revali, we just got here! Let’s just stay here for a few more minutes,” he insisted. Normally Link would have agreed to leave, preferring to warm up in Rito Village or at the Practice Range with Revali, but the Rito had to remind himself that this wasn’t the same Link from over one hundred years ago. Still the same person, sure, but with the majority of his memories gone, faded at best, it was hard to see the Link he envied and loved all those years ago.

“I’ll be fine out here,” Revali said. “You on the other hand will probably freeze to death.” He started to walk, with Link giving a sigh of disappointment. “Now let’s go, if we leave now we should be able to get back to the village before dARK-” Reavli, for the nth time, was interrupted. This time it was because, while he wasn’t looking where he was going, happened to step onto the frozen lake, which led him to easily and very quickly fall from the sudden slipperiness below him.

Luckily the fall wasn’t too bad, maybe just a bruise on his arms and knees at most, but it was Link’s laughter that brought hot redness up to his face. Giving an annoyed grunt, Revali tried to stand, only to quickly fall once more. Hylia, did he hate ice.

“Do you need some help?” Link asked, clearly enjoying the scene that was unfolding before him.

“I am fine, thank you very much!” “Really? Because it looks like you’re kind of struggling over there.”

Revali grumbled in annoyance, and before he tried to get up again, there was an outstretched hand in front of him. Looking up with a glare, his gaze immediately softened when he saw the Hylian smiling with a kind look in his eyes. Revali suddenly remembered just how kind the swordsman was, and always has been–it wasn’t a trait he seemed to have lost. Always kind and caring, always trying to help, even if Revali didn’t want it. And at times like this did he remember that this was the Link he fell in love with.

He grabbed Link’s hand with a huff, and finally got up. He didn’t let go of his hand though, in case he would fall again. Once Link slowly and carefully directed him off the ice, he let go though, and didn’t meet Link’s eyes in fear of the man picking up the blush that he had on his face.

“Maybe we should head back,” Link said, finally agreeing.

“Yes, let’s. Before anything else humiliating happens,” Revali said.

The couple walked back in silence, the quiet atmosphere only broken by the sounds of them walking through the snow. Link’s hand brushed against Revali’s many times, before the Rito finally took the hint. Revali took the Hylian’s hand into his, and the two continued to walk in silence.

A small smile graced Revali’s face. Maybe it was better to make new memories than to focus on the older ones. Memories that will stay with them for a long time, and won’t get lost. Memories that only brought happiness and a looming doom over their heads. Memories of where they can just be happy together. That sounded a lot better.

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‘Oh, to serve a Princess’ - Ray x Reader NSFW fanfiction

Pairing: Ray x implied female reader CW: Face-riding, fingering, slightly obsessive and a little more confident Ray who just wants to be used Word Count: 4.8k Rating: Explicit

You hadn’t seen Ray in a couple of days, almost a week actually. He said he’d been so busy doing another job for the Saviour that he hadn’t even had time to sleep and had been eating at his desk. He cried on the phone that every time he’d tried to sneak out to come and visit you, a Believer had been waiting outside for him to ask where was going. You missed him, that much was obvious from the ache in your heart, but the punch in your stomach was the worry you had for him. You’d been at Mint Eye for several months, but you had yet to see what tied him so subserviently to the Saviour, besides fear. You’d hoped that he’d at least been eating decently while at his desk, but the various candy bar wrapper sounds you had heard over the phone told you otherwise. You couldn’t help but sigh as you stared out of the window into the night sky. The garden was so beautiful, and you knew how much Ray cherished the flowers growing within it. And yet, it brought you little joy to be enjoying it without him.

Averting your gaze towards the small decorative birdcage that resided in the corner of your room, you couldn’t help but see Ray flash before your eyes again as you touched one of the thin metal bars. Even in the dark lighting of your room, the cage glinted a brilliant gold. You supposed that the cage was just like Magenta. It was so pretty and ornate that, surely, a bird would want to fly willingly towards the gilded embrace it to be loved safely from within its bars. A small bird that longed for protection, to live peacefully. However, it was only when that bird flew into the cage that they would realise it was exactly that: a cage. You felt sick, wiping your fingers against the fabric of your black dress. You’d previously been wearing the dresses that Ray had brought you but they were being cleaned and he’d told you he’d gotten you a new dress, but you hadn’t seen him since he mentioned it. So, you remained in the Mint Eye standard black dress, it was pretty, so you didn’t mind. You looked back between the cage and the garden and figured that the garden would be the lesser of two evils since you’d at least be able to get some fresh air. You grabbed your phone, ID card, and a light shawl just in case it was cold. You didn’t have many shoes with you, but the ground looked dry enough to just wear some light slip-on shoes.

You looked back at the cage once again before swiftly making your way to the door, pulling it open, and having your heart jump out of your chest immediately. Someone was on the other side. It took a second or two for your eyes to adjust and to realise that it was Ray. He hardly looked like Ray. His under-eyes looked practically bruised, he’d lost more weight and he was swaying slightly. He utterly looked exhausted.

‘Ray, are you okay?’ You asked, taking in his appearance. He had brought you a bouquet of gorgeous red roses, but you were more concerned about having him get a little bit of colour in his cheek than the deep rouge of the petals.

‘Yes! I am fine, please do not worry about me, my sweet flower. Might I come in? I know it’s late… I’ve only just finished my work.’

‘Of course, you can but… Ray, you should get some rest first.’ You replied, very much wanting him to get the sleep that he had been so deprived of.

‘A-ah, yes, of course… I did not mean to be a burden, I just hoped I could see you. I went to pick these flowers before I came here, to make up for not visiting’ His half-gloved hands moved the flowers towards you, a pleading look sneaking onto his face. He knew exactly how to have you putty in his hands.

‘Oh, Ray. You’re not a burden. Come in, please, sit down and eat something. They’re so pretty, you know that red roses are my favo- A-ah! Ow!’ you flinched, pulling your hand back from the roses. You’d pricked your finger on a rose thorn. It was only a small drop of blood and didn’t particularly hurt after the initial sting. It was just a tiny dot of blood but, to Ray, it was as though his love had directly hurt you. You didn’t think it was possible, but the colour seemed to drain from his face even more as you watched the panic strike across his features.

‘My princess, I’m so sorry! This is all my fault, I should have de-thorned the roses! I’m so stupid! Useless! I didn’t think and now you’re h-hurt!’ Tears began to well in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think he looked beautiful, even then.

‘It’s okay, Ray! It’s just a little bit of blood, I just need to take the thorn out.’ You tried to console him as he blamed himself.

‘Please, allow me.’ Ray followed you into the room hurriedly, locking the door behind him. He took the roses from you and placed them on your vanity table. He knew his way around your room very well, since he had personally designed it, and retrieved a small first-aid box from your bathroom. You didn’t think he needed to go to such an effort for such a small, insignificant injury, but figured it would probably bring him a little bit of joy to let him care for you after not being able to see you for so long. He guided you towards your bed, as though you were mortally wounded, and sat down next to you as he fumbled through the small box. He set aside a small band-aid, disinfectant spray, tweezers, and cleaning wipe. You felt bad for worrying ray, especially since he’d had such a rough few days, so you wanted to try and lessen his emotional burden by taking the blame.

‘I’m so clumsy, I usually burn my hands a lot.’ You started before laughing and adding ‘Maybe I should get a pair of gloves like yours, so I stop hurting my fingers so much.’

‘My gloves stop me from biting my nails so much. I often don’t realise I’m doing it but sometimes I just get so anxious. My Saviour told me to wear them to stop biting at my nails and to hide them from her sight, she says my hands aren’t pretty to look at. That they’re a sign of my weakness… Maybe, when I get stronger, I’ll be okay without them. I’m sorry, I need to take the thorn out…’ He whispered as he used the tweezers to remove the thin spike from your skin, making the blood form in a little bubble on the surface of your skin. You could feel your heart clenching as you heard Ray speak about his gloves, and part of you wished you hadn’t mentioned it.

‘It’s okay. I like your gloves Ray, they make you look princely.’ You smiled, using your other hand to gently place your hand on his knee. You felt him tense up for a moment before ever-so-slightly moving closer into your touch.

‘Princely? I-I don’t think I’m good enough for that… but, I’d like to be your prince, if you’d let me, princess.’ Ray replied, averting his gaze back to your finger as he delicately wiped at your finger. Clearly, he was no stranger to disinfecting wounds.

‘You look just like a Prince. I was reading earlier, ‘The Happy Prince’ by Oscar Wilde specifically, and when I read about the Prince having sapphires for eyes, I pictured yours.’ You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers. You didn’t have the heart to tell him how sad the story of ‘The Happy Prince’ was.

‘Ah… I don’t really know what to say.’ Ray focused on cleaning your finger, his face growing warm under your affection. He couldn’t have hidden the light dusting of a blush even if he had tried.

‘Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you… Your eyes are just pretty.’ You added, worried that you had somehow made him uncomfortable. It was unlike you to be so upfront with Ray, but you just had a pull, a need, to make sure he knew how precious he truly was. He’d never think it for himself, so you wanted to make sure someone told him, at the very least, that he was cherished.

‘P-pretty? I’ve never considered myself pretty, but I like pretty things, like you, and flowers, and the sky… Will you allow me to do something a little bolder than usual?’ He asked, pulling his icy eyes up to meet your gaze for a moment.

‘Of course.’ You knew he’d never do anything without your consent, and you trusted Ray to always treat you with tenderness, so even his ‘boldness’ was sweet. He took a quick intake of breath before bringing your fingertip up to his lips and placing the softest kiss upon where the small prick of blood had begun to reappear, leaving a tiny dot of red on his lips when they left your flesh.

‘I want to… be a Prince for you. They kiss their beloved’s hands, right? And uhm, they- they kiss their love to break the spell.’ He spoke, looking back at your hand as he cupped it with both of his own.

‘True Love’s first kiss? But we’ve kissed before.’ You added, a little confused. You’d done more than kiss before, you’d been with Ray for a few months and the intimacy had been forthcoming. Ray’s adoration was obsessive and, whilst he struggled to accept it, no amount of physical affection was ever enough. He always craved more from the second it was over. But he was uncertain and shy, so sometimes he didn’t know how to ask for more and would, in turn, suffer until you next bestowed it upon him.

‘I wasn’t a Prince then… I want to look after you and treat you like a Princess.’ He said, wrapping the band-aid around your finger and only released your hand to tidy the first-aid box away. You noticed that he hadn’t wiped the blood from his lips despite there being no way that he wasn’t aware of its presence. It was probably the most colour he had on his face at that moment, even in the dim lighting of your bedroom. Ray was almost ghostly in appearance, and yet, so beautiful. It pained you that he couldn’t see that in himself.

‘Okay, you can be my Prince, Ray.’ You whispered. It took a moment for him to hesitate before he tentatively pressed his lips against yours. You hadn’t seen Ray for so long, you had almost forgotten how much you craved his touch. His lips were cold and chapped, more so than usual because of having not looked after himself properly. There was a small tinge from the metallic taste of blood before it quickly vanished, and you could taste the hint of all the sugary snacks that Ray had been subsisting on in his IT room. He was quicker to deepen the kiss than usual, not that you were complaining, but at some point or another: you needed to stop to breathe. It was painfully obvious by the darkening look in Ray’s eyes that he’d have much rather given you his last breath than to pull apart for just a moment longer because as soon as he could, he was back to steal intoxicating kisses from you. You supposed it was due to the lengthy separation that had made Ray be this needy, almost to the point of obsessive , but his kisses were like a drunken summer’s evening: warm and yearning. Yearning for the heat he was so constantly deprived of.

This wasn’t your first time together, so Ray knew what you liked. He knew you liked when he kissed down your neck, when his fingertips danced along your bare shoulders, or when you could feel him whispering into your ear. He was always so meticulously focused on pleasing you that always knew what to do even if he didn’t always have the confidence to execute it without coaxing. This was not one of those times. Ray felt this hunger for you each time, but this time, he didn’t feel the same level of uncertainty that he usually did. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was having not had his hands on you in almost a week, but at that moment: you were the drug that Ray was the most addicted to. As he kissed along your neck, your hands found their way into his soft, white hair. Without either of you mentioning it, you both fell back onto the bed together, with Ray leaning over you to continue kissing the sensitive skin on your throat. You couldn’t help but let out small gasps and whimpers under his touch, you really had missed him, after all.

‘Ray…’ You half said, half-moaned. You could feel yourself getting turned on, but the rational part of your brain was reminding you that Ray should get some sleep after having worked for such a long period of time. You wanted him to look after himself, even though that clearly wasn’t at the forefront of his own mind in that moment.

‘Yes, my Princess?’ He pulled away from your neck to ask, looking down into your face from above. He was panting slightly, and you didn’t think it was just from the kissing. Like you, he was flushed in the face and his eyes were half-lidded from sheer hunger.

‘Don’t you think… that you should get some sleep? You were working for so long.’ You said, reaching a hand down from his head to cup his face.

‘D-do you want me to stop?’ Ray asked quickly, a moment of panic flashing that perhaps he had gotten too ahead of himself, that you didn’t want his touch.

‘No, but you’re tired and-’

‘This…is nothing. What kind of Prince doesn’t give his Princess the attention that she deserves, especially after he’s neglected her all week? I-I’ll do anything you ask of me, since it’s you.’ Ray was relieved that it wasn’t him misreading the situation, and you were just concerned for his wellbeing. This wasn’t the lost endurance test he’d had; he could stay awake a little bit longer if it meant getting to be in your company. That much he could manage.

‘A-ah…’ You gasped as he turned to kiss along your bare shoulder. You had missed the sensation of being underneath him like this. His cravat was lightly tickling your chest and you laughed involuntarily. He didn’t take his mouth off of you, but you felt him reach up to his neck with one hand and tug the cravat loose, so it didn’t tickle you as much. He also undid his top button, probably to allow himself to breathe better.

‘H-how do you want me to please you?’ Ray asked, still looking for the confidence to be bolder with verbalising what he wanted to say.

‘Mhm, touch me… Ray.’ You moaned into his ear. You decided that if he really wanted to spend the night with his first moment of freedom, who were you to deny the both of you that enjoyment?

‘Like- like this?’ He asked as he tentatively laid on the bed, half next to you and half on top of you. His gloved hand slowly moved up towards your inner thigh as you parted them to grant him access. Ray’s hand disappeared underneath the hem of your black dress as his fingers found the fabric of your underwear. His confidence seemed to falter for a moment of uncertainty until your own hands found their way into his hair again and you pressed a few butterfly kisses against his sharp jawline.

Usually, Ray took his gloves off to touch you since you wouldn’t actually see his hands in the darkness, but this time he kept them on, primarily because you said that you liked them, and secondly because he wanted to live up to the princely imagery you had described to him. His fingers pressed against you gently, moving in small circular motions up and down the length of you. He’d occasionally vary the pressure depending on which spot he was touching, since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He was teasing you and he didn’t even realise he was doing it. Ray quickly found the spot which made you moan the most. Since he was wearing his gloves, he couldn’t physically feel how turned on you were, so he relied on the mewls you emitted to know that he was doing a good job.

‘More… please.’ You sighed underneath his touch. Ray’s hand found its way into your underwear and you moaned into his mouth as you continued to kiss him, It was safe to say that the situation that definitely gotten heated, but you couldn’t tell from whose face the heat radiated the most, ‘Yeah, just like that…’ You affirmed as his fingers circled around your folds, occasionally teasing at your clit. You briefly wondered why he’d didn’t keep his gloves on for this more often, it felt so good. It carried a certain emotion, being touched with leather gloves, that was making you physically weak at the knees. As much as you enjoyed the feeling of his skin on you, you couldn’t deny that the gloves were definitely doing it for you too. He could feel the slickness of your arousal as his gloved fingers slid along your folds until you were melting against his chest. Ray liked that he was in a position to be able to continuously kiss you as he stroked you, he needed all of you at once. He wanted to be in every single one of your senses, the same way that you were all-encompassing to his. His fingers left you briefly, and you mourned for the sudden lost sensation.

‘My princess, would you mind, uhm, lifting your hips up for me?’ He asked in a husky manner that was almost unlike him. He sounded so needy, you immediately complied and helped him to remove your underwear. While you were there, you also kicked off the slipped that you had put on for your long-forgotten walk into the garden. Once you laid back down, Ray’s obsessive hands soon found their way back to your body.

After another minute or so of circling your clit, his fingers lowered themselves to your entrance. He waited, asking for permission, before slowly entering you with his hand. As always, he was patient with your body, especially after having not touched you for a while. He added one finger at first, moving it slowly to let you adjust, before quickly adding another. You had missed the feeling of having him inside you like this. Ray had to adjust his wrist slightly before he continued to let him curl his finger against you, rubbing along your wall in a ‘come hither’ motion. While you had some lube in your bedside table, you didn’t think there’d be a need for it, since you could feel how turned on you were from the cool air hitting the wetness on your thighs. You moaned out affection and affirmations to Ray as he increased his speed as he let you pull him into kisses at will or held his head against your chest. However you wanted to hold him, he’d happily go along with it.

‘It’s so good, Ray- ah, right there!’ You choked as he hit the spot that made you almost see stars. He tried to focus on hitting that spot, again and again, his hand becoming wetter and wetter which each passing tap on your g-spot. You were somewhat embarrassed that you could actually hear the motion of Ray’s fingers moving in and out of you but it just seemed to spur him on more. He really was talented with those fingers.

‘I want... more. I saw something that I want to try. I-I promise I’ll do my best to make it feel good… I don’t quite know how to phrase it. I want to taste you, from above-’ He explained, slightly haphazardly.

‘Are you sure? Won’t I be too heavy?’ You questioned; a little bit uncertain of his request.

‘Of course not. In the video I saw, they used a pillow to support their neck and-’ He started, but you couldn’t help interject with laughter.

‘Ray, were you watching porn?’ It just seemed so out of character for him.

‘No! I mean, technically, yes. It wasn’t mine… I was checking that none of the Believers were trying to look at stuff they shouldn’t be and I… found a video. I thought it looked like you might enjoy it. I found that I… wanted to please you like that.’ His face flushed with embarrassment, even after everything that had just happened, he was suddenly embarrassed that he stumbled across and watched a porn video.

‘We can try it, if you want.’ The embarrassment spread from Ray to you, realising that you were, in fact, going to be sitting on his face. You were a little bit self-conscious about your body, so you said you wanted to keep your dress on, and Ray replied that thought you were beautiful, but he understood body issues and wouldn’t push you since this was already out of your comfort zone. Ray removed his fingers from you again and, with his other hand, he laid a pillow flat on the bed and positioned it so his neck was supported at a slight angle. You were a little nervous about hurting him, but since he wanted to try it, you were willing to give it a try.

You sat up, unsure how to how exactly you were supposed to get on his face without crushing him, but still equally as desperate for stimulation. You lifted your dress up and bunched it at your hips, throwing one leg over Ray’s chest so you were almost straddling him at the next. You waited for him to give the okay to move closer and put yourself in his mouth. You felt his hands steady your thighs as he nudged you close to him, clearly equally as eager to use his mouth on you as you were to have him do it.

Ray started with a few small, sensitive kisses along your folds, earning small shudders from above. You felt a little scared to move, in case you fell and hurt him, so you intended to just let him take his time in what he was doing, he was going you so much attention after all. You felt him stick out his tongue and run it in a line up and down you, your breath hitching in your throat when he grazed it over your clit again and again. And then, almost all at once, Ray pushed your hips into your face, so you were completely on his mouth. It was as though something took over him, a hungry desire that he didn’t verbalise, but you could see burning in his eyes as he took mouthful after mouthful of you, You threw your head back in pleasure and choked out his name in broken moans. You hadn’t expected Ray to be so upfront with wanting to do something like this, and then actually taking control with it.

His gloved hands were on your hips, moving you over his mouth with speed. He was practically begging you to use him, to let him make you feel good. Ray wanted nothing more than to be useful to you, especially like this. He needed that useless body of his to be good for something, to be good for you. He’d never want for anything ever again if you were to, at the very least, allow him to stay by your side like this. This much he could do. Was it selfish of him to think such a thing? Perhaps. But he decided that, with everything he’d endured in his life, he was allowed to keep that one selfish thought close to his heart. It was a little difficult for him to manage while you were obstructing his view, but Ray undid his trousers and began lightly touching his own erection since it had become uncomfortable to ignore, using your own arousal on his gloves as a lubricant. He was already painfully hard from pleasuring you, but he didn’t need any of the attention to be on him tonight, he wanted to be there just to please you, to serve you.

He stroked himself with one hand and continued to guide you over his face with the other. He particularly liked it when you found the confidence to grip your hands in his hair and start moving yourself against his tongue, using him in the way he wanted you to. You had already been starting to get close to an orgasm when Ray had had his hands inside of you, so it didn’t take very long for the sensation to start building once again. Personally, Ray didn’t have too much stamina so he had to delay his own orgasm for as long as possible to be able to continue watching the show above him to his utmost benefit. He preferred watching you as you moved against him, and he felt drunk when you made eye contact with him whilst you did it. He was the only one who got to see you like this, the only one. He didn’t care what he had to do to keep it that way, he’d be possessive, obsessive, compulsive if needs be to ensure that that would remain the case.

Above, you felt the pressure of an orgasm building quickly under the merciless assault of Ray’s tongue. You could feel that Ray was picking up his own pace and moaning onto you, which felt fucking great. He was starting to get close too, which made sense because of how aroused he had been just from touching you. Besides, he definitely hadn’t had any time to release himself all week, he was probably just a bit pent up too. His lips were pursed over your clit, swapping between kissing it and sucking on it and then using his tongue when you picked up speed in order to let you fuck yourself on it, praises and prayers falling freely from your mouth.

‘Fuc- Ray! I think I’m gonna-’ You didn’t even have a chance to finish your statement before Ray picked up the speed he was moving your hips at, quickly sending you over the edge in his mouth. Did he stop moving you, just because you’d climaxed? Absolutely not. Through the blinding pleasure, Ray continued to use his mouth on you until your legs started to twitch from the overstimulation. It was watching you writhe above him, knowing that he’d done such a good job that allowed him to find his own orgasm too, quickly releasing over his hand. He touched himself through his peak, mentally visualising how both of your arousals must look mixed between his fingertips. He closed his eyes, feeling lost in the moment where all of his pent-up frustrations from the last week came crumbling down into a moment of practical peace.

When he was done, you removed yourself from his mouth and collapsed on the bed next to him. You were both panting heavily as you crawled to his side, placing exhausted kisses along his jaw and temple. His hair was a mess from where you’d run your hands through it, but you thought it just made him look cute. You weren’t surprised to see how quickly the exhaustion took over Ray after he caught his breath and you convinced him to take the risk and sleep in your room for the night, since you weren’t entirely certain he’d made it all of the way back to his own room without passing out. You took turns in the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up from the unfolded events of the night, and crawled into bed together.

‘I love you, Ray. I really do.’ You said, embraced in one another’s arms in the darkness.

‘I love you too, my sweet Princess.’ He replied, clearly trying to fight off the sleep to continue talking to you.

You pressed one more kiss into his pale cheek, ‘I wish you’d know how precious you were to me.’ You whispered, but he was already unconscious.

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