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redundantz · 10 months

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Ancient Loz AU Story

10,000 years before the events of BOTW the Princess of Hyrule and the Hero who wields the sword that seals the Darkness first fought off the Calamity. With the help of the Sheikah, Guardians, Champions and the Divine Beasts. However, the hero and her best friend; the Prince of the Gerudo, were now missing. The only one to return from the fight was the Princess… Bloodied and bruised. She emerged from the castle alone. No longer the energetic, and free spirited person she used to be. Now, she is filled with a sole dedication to her Kingdom. But cold, and filled with deep sorrow. She orders the Sheikah to create shrines to train the next hero.They prepare the towers, store the Guardians under the castle till they are needed. Research started on the slate where it can be used for building infrastructure and even battle. Anything to help prepare for another Calamity.

The Gerudo Prince wasn't seen again and the heroes identity was forgotten But, the Royal blood of Hylia lives on….

Link is from a traveling caravan. His family has blood from the ancient Zonai tribe. He travels with a decent size troupe along with his sister, father and grandmother.

He meets Zelda during a festival where he was entering an archery contest in castletown. Zelda, who was disguised as Sheik, was also entering. She beat him at the contest(barely), but was extremely bothered by how good he was.

The festival goes on for about 3 days and at the end there is the sword ceremony where all the people coming of age(18) can attempt to pull the sword. She was presiding over it and witnessed him pull the sword and his whole life change. Not long after they meet officially and Link is appointed as her Knight; She introduces him to Ganondorf, her best friend from childhood.

And the chaos and comrade-ere ensues~

Over 3 years they travel, train, fall in love and wait for the day when the evil is supposed to show itself. With no sign of the great evil, they start to relax a bit. But that is when it strikes. Ganon travelling by himself at this time. Explores a cave in the Gerudo desert and encounters something ominous. Whispers in the dark speak to him and his fears and wants and his distaste for the King of Hyrule…. The voice is familiar, much too familiar, and before he can fight back it consumes him. When he awakes he is alone. He isn't instantly ‘evil’ but over time it twists his thoughts and actions. His closest friends and mother grow concerned. He becomes harsher and radical. Cruel. During a secret meeting with the King, Ganon assassinates him. Zelda happens upon Ganon covered in blood. She thinks he's hurt and is concerned by his behavior the past year. He snaps. He tells her every dark thing he has been thinking, and that he killed her father. In shock, and devastated, she can’t move as Ganon is about to strike her. But Link manages to get to her in time because the master sword was glowing, something he has never seen before but an instinct so old took over him. He races to escape with her. Ganon takes over the castle. But only as a steward because the King and the Princess are nowhere to be found. No one is the wiser to his malevolent plots. Yet. He knows she has to act fast since Zelda and Link escaped.

Zelda and Link make it all the way to Kakariko Village and Impa and they are all Informed that the Calamity is upon them. No one can believe it is their Ganondorf who is doing this but it is undeniable. They grieve, but they must act fast. With the help of the Sheikah they gather the guardians, monks and send word to the Races and Champions to prepare for battle. Zelda listens as Link hums an old Zonai Lullaby his mother used to sing to him. And it makes her remember something she read about. A story about there being an ancient Zonai device below the castle that would help defeat the Demon King.

Impa knows the tunnels She can help them sneak in. So they prepare to infiltrate the castle.

Under the castle they find the Zonai Artifacts that were left behind for sealing the great evil.

Ganon's followers saw them enter however and informed him. Knowing this is his chance he stops all pretenses and releases his power. Unleashing a mob of monsters and a cloud of malace into the castle and across Hyrule. But the Champions and Shekah are prepared to meet them.

Looking around for any clue. Trying to think of anything they read or that Link heard from his family that could be used to turn on the sealing jewelry. They don’t know how to activate it, but Ganon is going to be upon them soon as they had to fight through hordes of monsters beforehand.

Out of the dark behind them he emerges.

Zelda and Link manage to avoid the surprise attack. They both go on the defensive. They fight and try to reason with him. They can’t believe this is their friend, their lover. The fight is tough, because they all know each other's moves after training together for years along with the emotional turmoil. Zelda tells Link he needs to figure out how to activate the artifact if they are to succeed. She will hold him off. But by this point they are both exhausted.

Ganon manages to cut Link, spraying blood over the floor and the statue. Link falls to the floor and Ganon towers over him ready to strike him down, but Zelda blasts him away. Ganon turns his attention to her. Annoyed with her meddling and manages to land a blow on her also. Cutting the tip of her right ear off.

The statue lights up from the blood. The blood of a zonai. That was another part of the Lullaby from Links family Zelda realizes. The Jewelry glows and expands before flying off the wrists of the statue to Link. He is surrounded by a green glowing light that blasts Ganon and Zelda back. The bands constrict around his arms and legs disintegrating the clothing underneath. He screams. Zelda watches on in horror as Link transforms before her. His skin is turning black and his bones and skin stretch until he is 6 ft tall. What did she get him into? This was supposed to help them what was happening… She is living in a nightmare. What else will she have to give up. She cries as she looks at him, feeling his pain and fear. His hair band she had given him falls from his hair. Rolling across the floor towards her. “..Zelda….” He says

She picks up the hair band and goes to him! But he is not really responding. He is restrained and struggling within himself. His head is filled with the spirits of the Zonai he knows what he must do…he knows this is the last time he will see Zelda and Ganon. To seal the Demon King he must sacrifice himself. He says the last part of the Lullaby to Zelda and she knows. This is it. She kisses him. Though a bit strange now that he's so tall and his lips are cold. Ganon is getting up across the cavern from them, laughing. He mocks them and their weak attempts at thwarting him. One last clash. Zelda manages to get his weapon from him and Link plunges his arm into Ganons chest activating the sealing power. Glowing green. They both freeze in place and all is quiet. Entombed under the castle. The malice and monsters disappear. Zelda cautiously goes up to them. She doesn't touch them lest she break the spell somehow. The only thing she does is grab the hair bangle that fell to the floor in the final fight. It was the one from Ganon’s hair. And she left for the surface.

Alone.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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so this pertains to the “always you” fic. it’s one of my favorite fics of yours, just the perfect blend of angst and fluff, just absolutely amazing.

but.

but i cannot help but wonder what would happen if it never happened. like okay, imagine this: bucky never admits his feelings and never clears up the entire confusion and misunderstanding his girl has ab his and nat’s relationship. so, while he’s in love with her, and she’s his choice above everything else, and nat’s basically his baby sister, she doesn’t actually know any of that. so she’s still waddling in a mass of self-hate, hurt, heartbreak, yada yada yada.

then, on a mission, she gets the opportunity to bring nat back, but with a price- her life for nat’s. so, imagine everyone’s surprise and happiness when natasha returns, alive and well. and bucky is just beyond himself, bc now he got his lil sis and his best girl and he can finally heal. until he asks, “hey, where is y/n?”

and that’s when he realizes.

what do you think he would do? i like to think he would go mad, screaming out her name, falling to his knees, begging for her to return to him. letting out the most painful, gut-wrenching cry. his girl died thinking he didn’t love her or care ab her, and that will forever haunt bucky.

The only change I’m going to make here from the actual fic here: is that everyone is alive because of how I imagined this playing out.

Warnings: ANGST, Death, pure sadness, 0 happy ending, thought’s of suicide

Word count: 1.4k

Happy Alternative ending

You smiled one last time, remembering his beautiful blue eyes. You had a number of choices but your mind was made up as you pushed Nat through the portal to send her home, darkness quickly consuming you immediately after. All the internal pain you felt withered away along with your life, your final thoughts remembering the one person who made your heart feel whole. Who you loved with your entire being. Who didn’t love you back. Bucky didn't feel the same way about you but it didn't matter anymore. You just wanted him to be happy. You hated the way you felt. You were so in love with him, his adorable goofy grin, his dimple chin, his soft eyes, his warm hugs, his corny jokes from the 40's. You hated that you would never compare to the person he missed the most. You weren’t as skilled. Not as Attractive. Not as charming. You just weren’t her. He’d been through so much pain and if one person would make him happier then...

*****

She was alive. She was healthy. She was back. Bucky’s heart fluttered, he finally felt complete. He had his baby sister, he had you. His sweet baby doll. He hadn’t told you before but he had to now, you had to know how in love he was with you. You’d always been there for him, holding him when he needed comfort or listening to him when he needed someone to talk to. He’d fallen for you a long time ago but he never had the courage to tell you. Until now. He couldn't wait any longer, he just wanted you to be his, it’d always been you.

"Where's y/n?" Bucky looked around the platform, but you were nowhere to be seen. The team looked at each other, their hearts sinking when Nat's eyes filled with tears, a sob escaping her lips.

"Nat?" Bucky looked down at her, before moving around the lab, confused, where could you have gone? You were supposed to come back. "Nat, where is she?"

Nat remained silent, chewing her lip, staring at the floor, the light leaving your eyes would haunt her forever. The feeling of your hands pushing her still lingering on her skin.

"W-where is she?" Bucky looked at her, the soft innocence in his eyes breaking her, how could she tell him the girl he loved with all his heart would never be coming back.

“I’m sorry”

“What do you mean?” Bucky swallowed thickly, panic rising in his chest, you were supposed to come back. “She didn’t come with you?” You were supposed to come back.

Nat shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself, she couldn’t bring herself to speak, she couldn’t even look at Bucky. He’d lost plenty of things in his life, but none like this. After all, you were the only girl he’d ever fallen for.

“I-I don’t understand” Bucky’s voice grew shaky; you were supposed to come back. You were supposed to come back. You were supposed to come back. “Where is she? Bruce?”

His eyes pleaded with everyone around the room, waiting for someone to tell him you’d be back in a second, you’d be back through a different portal, you’d be back fucking tomorrow, just anything than the deafening silence he was receive.

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

“Buck...” Steve’s eyes welled with tears, shaking his head “She’s….” Why the fuck was Steve crying, why was everyone so quiet, why didn’t Nat look at him? No one was able to speak, frozen on the spot. It was a high risk mission and the chances were slim; they loved Nat, they really did, but if things had taken a turn, they hoped you’d pull through, accepting their friend’s death over losing you in the process.

“Steve?” Bucky’s chest heaved, hoping his friend would tell him you’re just going to take a little longer, this couldn’t end like this, he wouldn’t handle this, you had to come back. Steve took a step forward to hug his friend but Bucky stepped back shaking his head, no. You were coming back. You had to.

“No, I have to tell her, she has to come back, Bruce?”

Bruce sat in his chair in defeat, staring at his hands. If he could he would. He would have done anything to try and bring you back if it was possible.

“SOMEONE TELL ME SHE’S COMING BACK” Bucky couldn’t stand the sight of everyone looking at him, tears streaking their faces, how could you be gone, he had to tell you. He needed his baby to know how much he loved her, how could she die without knowing how much he adored her. The gut wrenching cry that escaped Bucky’s lips tore through the room as he collapsed to the floor, pained his screams were going to haunt the team forever.

Steve and Sam sat by his side, unable to process their own grief, along with the pain of seeing Bucky so broken.

*****

Bucky only slept in your room. He missed your voice, your hugs, your sweet scent, your smile. He missed your laugh, the way you’d play with his hair, the way your nose would scrunch when you laughed. He didn’t know what else to do, crying into your pillow every night, hoping the nightmare would end. But it didn’t .

He thought the pain wouldn’t get worse.

He was wrong. So fucking wrong.

He found your dairy.

Bucky had felt darkness but nothing like this before. The type where death called for him. The type where he wanted to sleep forever. The type where the cut of a knife would bring him peace and not pain.

His beautiful doll. His everything. The one girl who completed his heart didn’t know he loved her. She’d been in love with him and thought he never felt the same. She wrote the kindest things about him, only to finish her entries about how he’d never be hers because his heart belonged to someone else.

Bucky sobbed, tugging his hair; you died not knowing how much he loved you. You died thinking he loved someone else. You died feeling like you were hidden in the shadows when you were the light in his life. He never got to hug you and kiss you and tell you he loved you. He didn’t get to touch you, feel you and make love to you.

You died not knowing he always loved you.

He found a small box under your bed and his heart somehow broke more. He truly didn’t think he had any more tears left to cry, but he sobbed. His wails carried down the hall as he looked through the tiny thing’s you’d saved from things you’d done together; movie tickets, a candy wrapper from a chocolate bar you shared together, a cheesy valentine’s day card he gave you “as a joke” and many other knickknacks you’d collected as little reminders of time you spent with him.

The pained screams worsened.

Steve ran down the hall as FRIDAY sent out an alert of distress coming from your room. Bucky sat on the floor, surrounded by shards of glass, the mirror shattered, his hands grasping onto larger shards, droplets of blood staining the floor.

“Steve…I can’t anymore”

Steve remained silent, his heart racing, he didn’t know anything that would make Bucky better. Nothing would ease the pain.

“I can’t, I want my y/n Steve”

“I just want my y/n”

“She didn’t know I love her”

Bucky’s sobs reduced to whimpers, his body drained and exhausted.

“My girl. I want my girl”

5 years later

Bucky sat on the grass, his forehead resting on your headstone. A few years may have passed but the pain remained. Since you’d been gone, he’d hardly spoken to anyone aside from Steve and Sam. The closest thing he had to holding you was your named etched in ink on his chest, above his heart. His angel.

He picked up the pen and put it down a hundred times. He couldn’t bring himself to write it, to accept you were gone. To accept you wouldn’t be coming back. But you deserved to know. He never got to tell you. At least not yet. He placed the envelope on top of the flowers he brought you, sitting quietly as he thought about you.

My Angel,

I’m sorry I never told you that it was always you. You were my first and only love, you still are. You’re the only girl who’s ever given me butterflies. You’re the only one who’s ever left me speechless after just one hug. You’re the only one I wish I got to kiss just one last time. I just want to hold you. Just one last time.

You’re the only girl for me. My best girl. My doll.

I should have told you. I should have told you I fell in love with you. I should have told you, you were special. That you are the light of my life. That no one else mattered to me the way you did. I’ve never felt loss like this. I miss you everyday. No one will ever replace you.

I miss you sweet heart. My babygirl.

Till we meet again,

JBB

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 months

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Every Time You Lie-Ch 2 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house.

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

This story has manipulation, tragedy, and drama.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

Author Note: I do not consent to copying or translating my work.

Any reblog, comment, and feedback are appreciated. I want to know what you guys think about this one.

Series Masterlist || Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5,Chapter 6 , -

Main Masterlist || Ko-fi

Lloyd always gets what he wants. He learned his ability to manipulate when he was a teenager.

He never stopped doing it, and it benefits both sides.

Good at manipulating, negotiating, and most of all, a football championship. That's how Lloyd got accepted at Harvard Law School.

Every man and woman was jealous of his success, and he noticed that, too. And he enjoyed their envied look. But what can he do? There's only one winner.

However, they were surprised when they discovered Lloyd worked as a corporate lawyer at the pharmaceutical company.

Because many law firms are interested in recruiting him.

The truth is, it's been Lloyd's plan from the beginning to work in Laurent Pharmaceutical.

The story will go back to when he was 9 years old. He just returned from playing with his friends when he heard his mother scream. He went to see his mom, who was already on the floor. She's kneeling and her head facing down. Mail letters and bills are scattered around.

His house and his mother, Krystal, became a mess after his father died of lung cancer. Lloyd has learned about death and accepted that his father has gone.

But Krystal didn't accept this. She crawled to Lloyd, her hands clenched on his shoulder. Her teary eyes and messy hair make her like a lunatic.

"Lloyd, remember this. It's all Laurent's fault your father is gone. It's all his fault!!!"

Lloyd clenched his fist, holding the pain because of her hand gripped. "Yes, mother."

Since then, he has studied, made friends and used his charm to manipulate people.

When he got accepted at Laurent Pharmaceutical, it was really easy for him to get promoted. Lloyd finally met the CEO, Ralph L/N. He is a humble man who prefers to work at the lab with his team rather than expand his connections.

Such a waste, to be honest. This company has potential because of the quality of medicine it makes. It's cheap, effective, and has loyal consumers.

If he becomes the CEO, he will make the company bigger and more successful.

Lloyd discussed expanding the company with Ralph, but he wasn't interested.

That's where he met you, Y/N L/N, for the first time at the lab. You were looking at the microscope when your father called your name.

Lloyd met with your sister and your younger brother. He tried to hang out with them, but he failed. Mia, the second child, in her head, only filled the wedding plans with her fiance, while your brother didn't let anyone enter his friend circle.

The only choice he has is you. You are the eldest child and want to continue the company after Ralph retired. It's perfect. That means you know everything about the company.

He tried getting close to you. He started as your advisor, became a friend, and became a lover. It wasn't easy, but he loved challenges.

When both of you became close, he discovered an internal fight between siblings. You, Mia and Theo, are fighting to become the next CEO.

Lloyd thinks how sweet and cute you are when you come to him, telling him all your problems. That's how he knew everyone's secrets and weaknesses.

He used all the information to make L/N siblings fight with each other. At the same time, he continued his plan to make Laurent Pharmaceutical company bankrupt. To finish his job and fulfil Krystal's wishes.

But decided not to bring down the company after you told him, "I love you Lloyd."

That's the first time he felt guilty. You were innocent, kind, and gentle. He knows what the company means to you. It wasn't your fault, but you got into this mess because of him.

When Krystal heard his plan, she didn't agree. He doesn't want to stop halfway, too. "I'll change the company name to Crystal Pharmaceutical."

His mother didn't say anything, but a smile appeared. It's the first time he sees her smile after his father died. He never saw her smile when he made any achievements. Turned out revenge is the answer.

Then, the judgment day came. When he signed the letter to make it official, he became the new CEO and changed the company name to Crystal Pharmaceutical.

That's the first time he saw hatred in your eyes when you looked at him. He doesn't like it. He longs for the loving eyes. Lloyd understands that you hate him. He will make it up to you.

But he lost his patience when you wanted to publish the company secrets that could end everything. He doesn't want to do this but must make you listen to him.

He threatened your family life. That's enough to make you obedient.

After exchanging vows and kisses on your wedding day, you told him, "I've stopped trusting you."

Nobody from your family or friends at the wedding. Only Lloyd, his mother and people you don't know.

He smiled and kissed your cheeks. "Everyone has their secrets."

Since then, both of you have become a married couple. He watched every move you made. Lloyd knew you still hated and blamed him, but that's life. Nothing is fair in this world—only the strongest survive.

You didn't try to do anything; after becoming a mother, you stayed home and did your duty as a good wife. He had nothing to complain about. His life is perfect.

Time passes, and under his management, the company has expanded and has a billion in profits. It made him own the world.

Successful company, perfect image, and perfect family.

When becoming successful, there's always a temptation. Lloyd has ignored it because he got you.

But in the end, he got tempted by this one girl. Her name is Zoey. She reminded him of when you were young.

What impressed him was that she didn't want anything else from him. She just wants to know how it feels to be with him. He must admit he lost control when he tasted the forbidden fruit.

Every time they were together, Lloyd felt guilty towards you. And he wished you would never find out.

But his fear became true on the wedding anniversary.

You knew.

He doesn't know how you found out; he will check on your daily agenda.

He thought you would slap him and went to hit Zoey, but instead, you said, "I want a divorce."

No. Oh no, he didn't expect that. The only woman who he only loved in this world. You're his perfect wife in his golden cage, and he can't let you go.

He should've chased and apologised to you rather than continued the damn party.

Lloyd almost lost his mind when the head of security suddenly barged into the party and said, "Mrs Hansen got hit by a car."

He immediately went to the hospital, but you were already in the surgery room. He wasn't allowed to get in. Lloyd calmed down when he heard Emily was inside with the team.

"Hiks…hikss…"

Lloyd didn't realise his son, Lionel, was sitting near the waiting room. He sat in the corner, lifted his knees to the chair and hid his face.

The bloody shoebox is beside him. It's your blood.

Lloyd gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. He approached his son and put his hand on Lionel's shoulder.

Lionel lifted his head; there was relief on his face when he saw Lloyd. "Dad…"

Before he said something, his neck was grabbed, and Lloyd pushed his body to the wall. "Uurghh…"

Lloyd no longer cares. Because of this kid, you got into an accident. "If you weren't mine, I would end you right now."

"Put him down!!!" Krystal screamed in the hallway. She was shocked to see her grandson being strangled.

Lloyd clicked his tongue; he threw Lionel to the ground like trash. Krystal ran and helped her grandson. She looked up to Lloyd. "How could you do this to your son?"

Lloyd didn't bother to look at her. "It's your fault for making him so irresponsible like this."

This is the first time Lionel saw his father this scary. He hides in Krystal arms.

The surgery went on for 4 hours. Finally, the head doctor and Emily came out from the surgery.

The senior doctor removed his surgery mask and explained the result of his surgery: "12 broken bones, her head got hit badly. We have stopped the blood in her brain and lungs. It's a miracle she was still breathing when she arrived at the hospital. But she already lost so much blood. I'll be honest. There's a low chance she could wake up."

When Loyd heard that, his knees became weak. He grabbed his phone to make a call. "Gather all the best doctors. Tell them, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

After he made the call, he sat on the floor and looked at his wedding ring. If the damn doctors couldn't help you and you leave this world. He will chase you to heaven or hell and bring you back.

With all the doctors he gathered, none of them can cure you. It's been 4 months, and Lloyd almost lost his mind when he saw you looking lifeless like this.

Your best friend Amelia was heartbroken, and she blamed this on him and Lionel. What's new?

Then your brother Theo came too. Lloyd never saw him after he took over the company. And it takes a lot of work to track him down.

The first thing Theo did when he met Lloyd was punch him. "I have lost Mia and my father. If I lose Y/N, I will torture your mother in front of you until she dies.'

Lloyd never thought Theo would threaten him. After 20 years, he looks different. Lloyd saw the look in his eyes before. Veteran army. Seems like Theo has secrets.

He needs to be on guard when he's with Theo.

Lloyd prayed every single night for you to open your eyes.

His prayer was answered when Lionel told him, "Mom just opened her eyes!"

Both of them ran fast to see you.

Oh, how bright his life was when he saw you looking at him. Finally, you're back.

But he wasn't ready when you avoided him, and you asked, "Who… are… you…?"

It felt like thunder just struck him. Then he realised the way you look at him is different. Lloyd was too stunned to speak until Emily asked you.

"Do you know what today's date is?"

"21st July 20XX."

Lloyd's hand dropped down when he heard the date. Because it was one day before he met you, that means…

You don't know him.

To you, he's just a stranger. All the memories both of you had made together are gone.

You moved your head left and right gently. "Where’s Theo?"

"How did you know he's here?"

Your head tilts toward the flower vase near you. "The flower. He will buy this for me everytime he apologises to me."

There’s a flower vase beside you with white orchids. That flower symbolizes apologies. Theo learned it when he tried to impress girls. He always gave you this flower after both of you fought. And it always has 3 stalks, an odd number representing his siblings.

You don’t understand why, when you think about Theo, you miss him because you met him last night.

“Is he with my father?”

Lloyd sighed.

"I'm sorry but Ralph L/N died on 11 April 20XX.. And today is not 21st July 20XX but 8th August 2023."

You widen your eyes. It's impossible. "This is a fucking joke, right?"

"A joke with you lying on the patient bed? It's a tragic joke."

Is that true? Is that why these two youngsters are calling you mom? And this man, is he your husband? What happened to your boyfriend?

This question made you have difficulty breathing. "Haah…Haah…"

You need help understanding what's happening. You remembered that you went out with Amelia last night, and now you woke up in the hospital?

"Uurgh…"

Suddenly, you feel a painful headache. When you closed your eyes, you saw a blinded car headlight, heavy rain, and darkness.

You fainted again.

Lloyd, hold your head. Seeing you didn't recognise me, his blood boiled. He screamed, "Get the doctor, or I'll burn this place to the ground."

Emily ran outside. "Call the neurologist department!"

The hospital went into chaos for a moment. All the senior doctors gathered to discuss. It's obvious what happened, but they fear Lloyd since he is the biggest donor to this hospital.

In the end, Dr. Gilbert stands beside Emily. If Lloyd is mad with the result, at least his daughter can calm her father.

"Dissociative Amnesia."

When Lloyd and Lionel heard that, they felt lost. Amnesia. It's a difficult word to accept. That means you have no memory of them.

"This type of amnesia is forgetting a specific period of time. It is caused by stress or trauma. That's reasonable since the hit she got because of the accident. It's even a miracle her eyes are still working. The shattered glass from the car also got into her eyes."

Lloyd rubbed his forehead. "She forgot who we are. Her family. She only knew she was 21 years old."

Lionel felt scared, thinking his mother didn't remember him. He regrets everything he did towards you.

"At this moment, try to be patient. If she is too stressed, she will get a stroke. There is something that medical can't explain but I will keep saying it's a miracle Mrs. Hansen is still alive."

Dr. Gilbert looked at his note "When she calms down, we will try hypnosis therapy to trigger her memory."

After saying that, both of them left the room.

Lloyd keeps watching you asleep. He hopes you will remember him and tell him it's just a nightmare when you wake.

But no, the second time you woke up, you asked him, "You're my husband?"

Ahh, he lost you.

He felt empty when he heard that. You are his biggest achievement. And now, in this situation, his hard work turns into nothing.

Even though Lloyd felt empty, he still showed you the wedding photo from his phone.

You looked at the photo; no one from your family or friends. You don’t know all these people. And your face in the picture, you know it's a forced smile.

You know this since you have always been asked to get photographs for a magazine. You used this fake smile.

But why, on your wedding day, you don’t look happy?

"Why does my face look like that?"

Lloyd was speechless because you were right. It's a forced marriage. You don't have any choice but to marry him.

He smiled and said, "You missed your father and felt sad he couldn't be beside you. In this photo, you tried to be strong, my dear."

When he called you that, your skin shivered. It made you uncomfortable. You pushed away his phone and looked at him. "Are you sure I married you? Because you're not my type."

Lloyd bites his tongue when he hears that. You went back to your old self. It would be nice if you just kill him now.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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Some Thread of Time

pronouns: she/her warnings: angst summary: It has been years since Aemond has seen his childhood companion, once attached to the hip and now mere strangers harbouring the same memories but no matter how long it's been, he can't seem to let go wordcount: 1,343 A/N: i'm a fan of poetry so this was loosely inspired by the poem 'Two People' written from Robert M. Drake in the collection 'Empty Bottles Full of Stories', if you also like poetry then i greatly suggest it :) it also has work by one of my current favourites r.h. Sin whose poems you might have seen on my page before divider: firefly-graphics

Professing that Aemond missed Y/n was the same as saying he missed his eye–both obvious and true. Sometimes he goes days without remembering and then one day he finds a throbbing pain buried where something is supposed to be and it feels like something is digging into him, carving out the space you or his lost eye belongs all over again. It snatches you away without as much as a caring thought. The one-eyed prince still feels the burning flame of your lingered touch always so gentle as it dips across his cheek. He might never see you again, he used to think bitterly as he curled in on himself. The day he lost more than he could bear, the day more than one part was stolen from him. Aemond knows he should let you go and so he has tried but the carefully written letters that always wind up hidden beneath a thick book in his desk never stop growing. He discovers that no matter how strong he tenses his hand against his quill, he cannot spoil the ever-flowing words that stream from him like spring rain. The inked words are never enough to reach your ears however–never sweet nor good enough. Nothing is the same since you were taken from him but he still hopes that you can sometimes hear his heart beat for you in the quiet of the night no matter how far you are. He doesn't need yours in return, he just needs you to wield his own.

His mind whirrs in the silent hall as he stands by his brother's side, hating how no one else seems as bitter as himself at the display before him. The small family that has built from far too much tradition to be considered fresh. He scowls, watching as his cousin and nephew smile at one another at the announcement of their betrothal. Aemond's jaw tightens. Not for the first time, his mind wanders to a much prettier image–a grown portrait of you with your hair loose and flowers he had picked specially for you embedded in-between the strands. The prince did not enjoy appearing weak in front of others but for you he would, he's certain, if you hadn't been sent away from him in a cruel punishment of the Gods. Once his brittle father defends his sister's wretched spawn and the hearing is dismissed, he lingers long enough to sweep his eyes across the sea of courtiers and estranged family all leave. He turns swiftly with his brother's encouragement in the gesture of a harsh slap to the back. With some shattered shard of hope left wedged in him, he had hoped you'd appear out of some mythical mist. That's what consumed his dreams some nights. Not because he had always been infatuated with you but rather because his romanticised childish vision had only managed to preserve you against all else. His father's false love had soured and his mother's gentle hand felt hard but you had stayed the sweet girl who attended to him even in his worst states. He knew that it was unlikely for you to still be his cousin's lady-in-waiting after so many years but he hoped you hadn't wed, that you hadn't been moulded to bear children yet. For now he could rest without the last shred of his childhood ruined.

Perhaps he should have fought more, he thinks as he trails the dark stony halls of the castle he is supposed to call home. A thread of silver wrapped tightly around his barely beating heart, squeezing it as he turns the doorknob and pushed through. After entering, he slams the door back closed behind him. His fingers tremble as he reaches for a quill and drops himself haphazardly onto his chair. They then snatch and splay out parchment with the entitlement that it was only waiting for his rough hands and gentle words to breathe with the life of his whispering memories. Aemond didn't like to think that she left him, it hurt too much to consider she would do that but part of him is grateful that an untainted image of her can still burn as bright as the stars strewn in her eyes. Still, he selfishly longs to feel your presence but refuses to accept the very real possibility that you have forgotten him. Aemond knows that he is no longer the young sweet prince without friends–though two of those facts still prevail–he is different to the boy you once knew and he is happy to accept that you too will no longer be the same squeamish girl who despite her own disgust with gore, wiped back the tears off his cheek as blood poured from his wounded face. Aemond thinks of you, misses you, dreams of you even if he knows the likelihood that you are thinking also of him is low because it is worth it to hold onto the remaining scrap of innocence. The innocence you both had to leave behind. He only manages to leave his desk to attend a horrific family dinner awaiting him–only then can he dismiss you briefly from his thoughts.

As the dusk turns to the streaming and golden dawn of his bedroom his mind paints a sweet artwork of his childhood, one of the rare moments he could capture effortlessly. A fluorescent drawing of pink and orange flowers weaved into your braids and his hand holding tight to your warm one. He wanted to show you the royal gardens and who were you to deny him? There, he had taught you to dance and the feel of his own heartbeat tapping your feet to the ground on bare feet as you had insisted. You wanted to feel the earth beneath your souls and who was he to deny you? He wonders sometimes if that was the day that everything changed. He does not regret it but instead secures it safely in a glass bottle cast not into the ocean but rather his mind for him to only succumb to when he cannot blame himself for your disappearance from his life.

He spars the next morn with a surprising spring to his step and he can tell that people are curious as he refrains from squaring his shoulders and tensing his taut stomach. Instead, his shoulders are loose and his face awfully tranquil. His feet carry him with soft steps rather than aggressive slaps against the harsh stone floor. Aemond still has his usual sense of purpose however as he echoes through the corridor. Finally he reaches his personal squire and thrusts a parchment into his hands. The younger boy's eyes widen in surprise and his lips part in uncertainty. "For Lady L/n. I want these to reach her as soon as your horse will take you and I want you to follow this map so that you can present her with these flowers alongside it. Do you understand? They must be fresh." Aemond's voice does not contort into domineering, instead he is focussed and gentle. His stare however remains fixed on the squire who nods furiously. Neither can remember the last time Aemond Targaryen sent anyone a letter. Once the boy is given a dismissive nod and hurries off, Aemond can be let go of a shuddering breath and so he does although it struggles to soar from his lungs. He is firm that the flowers be fresh because he cannot believe yet that the care between you both has wilted. In fact he refuses to but neither of you yet know what is to come from this letter nor the feelings that he has finally released. He hopes that you have not forgotten the foolish promises of children half-grown. He hopes you remember the sliver of thread you once used to wrap around your ring fingers with a feeble attempt at vows. He hopes you can find the inspiration to return to him, no matter how staggering the path you both shall face.

To find your way back home.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen ff #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond x fem!reader #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x you #hotd ff #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon ff #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd #hotd imagine

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ladynicte · 1 year

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Nico who has been deified after his death. Nico who's sure, after all this time, he's finally managed to let go of his older sister's death, of course, it still hurts, and of course, he will never forget her, but that fiery hatred and overtaking sadness, has finally been put to rest.

Nico knows and understands that his sister chose to move on without him, and that's okay, no it's never gonna be okay but he's made his peace with that too, and now, that he's an inmortal himself he never expects to see Bianca again.

Nico lives easy. He works for his father, he sleeps for a couple decades at a time, sometimes he goes back to Camp, takes care of some kids during their quests here and there, but for the most part, he's a chain-free roaming God.

And then, one day at Camp Nico meets her, a tiny little girl, with how long he has lived, time has become almost impossible for Nico to really track down anymore, but he's sure this girl can't be more than 10.

And something about her eyes, her dark, void-like eyes, and her long black hair, and her proud stance. It really reminds him of somebody else.

The girl is all alone, no little brother or older sister of her own, no parents either, apparently, she's a child of Hekate, but that really doesn't matter.

Something about the girl's every move, about the way she approaches the darkness without fear, about the way she approaches him, like she's known him all his life, the way she uses her whole body when talking.

It reminds Nico of Bianca. This girl's soul is just like Bianca's.

And Nico supposes it's no longer a fatal flaw, but he still doesn't know how to let go.

Nico immediately claims her on the spot, lets her sleep on the Hades Cabin, helps her out with everything, takes care of her for years and years.

It's the first time in centuries, that Nico as a God feels connected to his mortal side.

When the little girl cuddles against him, because she's had yet another nightmare about manticores and huge robots, while Nico quietly tries to hug her, and reassure her she's going to be fine, he even starts thinking that maybe his family has grown, yet again.

And then, she's send off on a Quest, Nico loudly protests against it, because he knows how those end.

Because, he still remembers waking up screaming and trashing, in the middle of the night, inside the Hermes Cabin, surrounded by strangers and shadows, as he felt Bianca's soul perish away.

But it's no use, the Oracle of her time had already issued her prophecy, this new girl, Rachel having long since passed away, who Nico feels almost comfortable cursing in the spot, just like his father had done so many centuries ago.

The little girl leaves, and Nico now has nobody to swear to keep her protected. Nico knows it's useless to try to convince her to stay, but he still does, it doesn't work, it never has worked

But truth is, she doesn't even look scared.

She's excited, and ready, and determined, and Nico has to wonder if this is how Bianca looked like, during her last week on Earth, too.

The girl leaves and she doesn't come back.

Nico thinks, it should be easier by now. It isn't, it's never gonna be it

Hades catches Nico roaming mindlessly around Elysium, after noticing his absence from The House, for what's either days, or years.

Hades mournfully reassures Nico that Bianca is not there anymore. No, not this time, not last time, not next time either.

After that, Nico chooses to abandon Camp fully, once again, he doesn't come back for another few centuries, until Hermes asks him for help getting his children to satefy at Camp.

Nico swallows the bile, that he's sure a Godly body like his own, shouldn't be able to produce anymore, shakes Hermes's hands, and tells his cousin his children will make it through, just fine.

Nico rescues the kids, regretfully send them off to live all cramped up together at their Father's Cabin forever, but one of the boys of the bunch, just has such dark eyes, like a black hole consuming souls.

And he stands so proud, and Nico just knows once more, and all at once, because he would recognize Bianca's soul anywhere.

In life, in death, at the end of the world, in a Hekate's daughter, in an Hermes's son, it doesn't matter, the person standing in front of him, is simply Bianca in another skin.

Bianca, being a wild hero once more, and Nico has to wonder if she can see him as clearly as he can see her.

Bianca is the only one after all, who has known him all his life, Bianca knew his name before it was even his own. Nico was born knowing her.

If she can see him, or if she can't, Nico doesn't even know which one would hurt more.

Time passes, and if Nico let's the boy sleep at the Hades Cabin, because the nightmares about manticores, giant robots, and magic are too much to bear, and he can't even scream in peace inside the Hermes Cabin, well, that's only Nico's own business to know about.

Nico realizes, after a few ages of Godhood, that The Fates like repeating their own stories.

Nico knows he hates all of them, deeply and purposefully.

The Oracle comes up to the boy, Nico is sure she must be a new girl, but all the girls Apollo chooses all look the same, and she is the same, she gives the hero the prophecy that will bury him.

And, it doesn't even take Nico a glance to know, that this is where that boy's life thread is cut.

Nico wants to sneer, this would be Bianca's third death, and if a hero dies three times they get the special prize, and yet.

Nico begs the boy to not go, because they both know he's not gonna make it back.

Bianca never has. Bianca never does. This is Bianca's fate. She was already dead before the story even began.

But the boy doesn't even break eye contact with Nico, as he tells Nico that he's very kind, and that he loves him too, but no way.

He's gonna go, and so, the boy does.

The boy leaves and he doesn't come back, and Nico has to crawl at his Godly skin, and remember the sensations, of back when there was human flesh, and blood running through his veins.

And that's just the thing isn't it, that Bianca is never going to stay by his side, because she doesn't want to.

#you ever think about the fact that bianca preferred to stop completely existing before waiting for Nico and nico knows it #nico di angelo #Bianca di Angelo #pjo #god nico #luna writes #<- i mean this is halfway a fic already so yeah #this is about Bianca's reincarnations and how difficult Nico's and hers relationship really is like she loves him hes her little brother #but also she wants another family she was never gonna stay not because shes forced to but simply because that's not the choice she wanted #to make and all his life what nico wanted was for her to choose to stay and she just didn't #she never waited around she never showed up she left at once and asked for no opinions she took her life in her own hands #well that's all kinda messed up by the Riordan blog post just randomly having her in Elysium but whatever those arent canon #luna's headcanons #also nico taking care of kids is everything to me so yeah he would love and cherish the hell out of those kids even if sometimes they #behave even older than him and they all would still abandon him he supposes he should be fine with but he isnt #he will never find their souls or their corpses anywhere he already knows this

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pjplayground · 4 months

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Angsty Teen + Friends

A physical medium, eh?

Bio: Cil is PJ's younger brother. To put it in his words, he's "always been consumed by darkness and death." He can see and pick up on things most others can't. His gift comes at a cost... Everybody thinks he's crazy, or just a little odd. Not even his own family believes him.

Basic Info Full Name: Cilvian Ash Thyme Brightwell Nicknames: Cil (preferred name) Age: 16 Height: 5'4" Gender Identity: Cisgender (male, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual (closeted) Medical Issues: Major Depressive Disorder [MDD], Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Phone, ear buds, house keys, sketchbook, pencil + eraser, water bottle

Relationships PJ - Brother, alright... sometimes Lemon Zest - Sister, annoying Error - Father, actively rebelling Cocoa Berry - Mother, distant Gradient - Deceased brother, been attached ever since he was born Bullet Girl - Deceased friend, playful Quill - Best friend, the only living person who gives a shit about Cil

Miscellaneous Facts - Cil has been able to see dead people and sense energy since he can remember. - Because nobody believes him, he has no idea how to control his abilities. - "Bullet Girl" as you can guess is the girl with the bullet hole in her forehead. Cil doesn't know her actual name, so he just calls her that. - He knows how Bullet Girl died... kinda. He can see a gun and older man in a car when he tries to pick up on her death. - He also knows how Gradient died. Whenever Gradient is around, Cil can sometimes feel like he's being choked. - Error is a skeptic when it comes to the paranormal, and as you can imagine, that leaves Cil very frustrated. - Cil plays lacrosse. - He feels like he's constantly overshadowed by PJ and his accomplishments. - Cil practices the same magic as his older brother, just more catered to his personal tastes. His symbol is Deceit. - His ideal night is laying in bed while watching TV and eating his favorite snack - Fokkin' Hots. - Fokkin' Hots are made in Hellrealm, and have real mortal suffering baked into the chips. Cil isn't affected by it, though. He theorizes it's because he's a sensitive and already heavily intertwined with death. - Cil is very secretive about his sketchbooks. Not even Quill has seen inside them. - He keeps his hair over his right eye because that's his lazy eye. He's very self conscious about it. - Yeah, PJ teases him about his second middle name. - He would never admit this aloud, but he really appreciates it when PJ takes the time to talk to him. Especially after a bad day.

#studentsechoes #reference sheet #cil #se gradient #gradient

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kaigarax · 1 year

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Embers and Ashes

Leopold Vermillion x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone because of how they make you feel.”

~Spark~

Truth be told, Leopold Vermillion had never really noticed you. While the two of you had many things in common, with older siblings leading their respective Magic Knight squads; a large age gap between oneself and their sibling(s); high influential parents and a large shadow to grow up under, Leopold had never considered you and himself similar.

You were quiet, timid and (according to Leopold’s brother) better mannered than him.

Leopold had always considered himself to be brave, bold and brazen. The kind of person that jumped head first into things without thinking of the consequences.

So, could anyone really blame him for not noticing you? It wasn’t anything malicious, but just an unfortunate by-product of his reality.

Eventually, like all good things, Leopold found himself finally reaching the metaphorical top. Not of his life, of course, but the top of a high ledge. An anchoring spot on the side of the mountain. And it was here, on the side of the mountain, that Leopold found you. You, with your bright eyes and gentle smile. You, with your soft laughter and quiet remarks.

You, who is shrouded in shadows. Not the dark and consuming darkness that is often associated with shadows but rather the gentle kind. Like the cool light shade on a summer’s day and the dimming of light just before the sun sets. Something peaceful and filled with relief. A silver lining on a stormy night.

In the literal world (the one in which you have pulled him back into) the two of you are whispering about something. He’d made an off handed comment about the strange suite of another man to no one in particular and you had laughed.

Leopold recognizes you but he can’t seem to place a name to your face. He knows for certain that you’re gentle, kind and compassionate though he isn’t exactly certain how he knows. Instinct perhaps? Leopold has never considered himself a man of instinct like his sister but he isn’t exactly methodical and calculated either.

You quip back something snarky but nothing anyone would find too offensive. It puts a smile on the bored boy’s face.

Leopold feels a swirl in his stomach.

Has he eaten something off?

~Ignite~

“What are you doing here?” Leopold asks.

You turn with a smile as Leopold closes the door to the balcony behind him, “just contemplating.” You’re leaning on the ledge and the wind is blowing your hair in a way where it blows in front of your face. Your expression falters slightly as you try to brush it out of the way but the wind is persistent and your hair seemingly untameable.

It happens to be the second day of the week-long ball for the King’s birthday. Usually the King’s parties only tend to last three days but were extended with this year being a rather important milestone.

All the nobles, especially descendants of the Royal family, had been invited. Which meant that Leopold and his siblings had to make an appearance on all seven of the nights.

How exhausting.

Leopold had gone most of the previous night trying to learn your name without having to ask you. You had already spoken to him using his own name, which meant you already knew who he was, and he wasn’t about to seem like a massive jerk that couldn’t remember people. Instead he attempted to be stealth and sly.

He ended up settling for asking his brother the next morning.

Leopold wouldn’t have described you as a wallflower but you certainly seemed to blend into crowds. Especially in comparison to your older sister. Leopold’s own situation had never been all too different.

He had spent a majority of the night trying not to look tired when he spotted you across the room. Your outfit, like the night before, was simple. It wasn’t expensive enough that people would be discussing it but neither so cheap that it would garner ridicule.

When you escaped to the balcony Leopold took it as his chance to pass some time. Getting to know a little bit about you would be a bonus.

Leopold lets out a little chuckle as you turn back to the ledge, “contemplating?”

“Contemplating is another word for ‘thinking’.” you say, a smugness in your tone.

“Hey! I know what contemplating is!”

“I’m certain you do~”

“Everyone may say my brother's the smart one but that doesn't mean I’m not smart either!”

A look Leopold can’t form on your face before it’s quickly replaced with a bright smile, “so then is your sister the brave one?”

Leopold’s face scrunches up into deep concentration, as if this is the most important thing he will say for the rest of his life. There’s a crease between his brows and his eyes are squinted. Eventually, after a long moment, Leopold answers, “we’re all brave.”

You laugh, “I suppose that’s true.”

“You suppose?”

“So what brought you out here, Leopold?” You ask.

“Well…” Leopold feels a flush begin to creep up on him, “I saw you come outside and I wanted to talk to you.”

“That’s surprising.”

“Why?”

“Because last night you couldn’t even remember my name~”

“You realised that!”

“Of course,” you laugh, “I just didn’t want to embarrass you.”

Leopold feels a smile form on his own face as he watches you laugh. You actually laugh quite a bit. It’s nothing obnoxious and is actually something Leopold finds very attractive. It gets his heart thumping but not as much as your next statement would.

“So, do you wanna jump?” You ask.

“Jump?”

“Yeah! Off the ledge of the balcony! It’s not too far down and I can slow our fall with my magic.”

“But, shouldn’t we be heading back to the party?”

“I guess you can,” you shrug, “but I’m going to do something fun,” you step up onto the ledge of the balcony, the wind now blowing a bit harder. Leopold feels like the thumping in his heart has gotten louder as you hold your hand out to him. He begins to think his heart might explode as he takes your hand in his own.

~Burn~

Leopold, compared to his siblings, has always been mediocre. In intelligence; in magic control; in social confrontation; and in life. It was hard to be the younger sibling of such brilliant people, especially when he looked up to his older siblings so much.

What Leopold had always been certain of was his emotions.

Such volatile things.

They thrashed and cursed. They whispered and giggled. No one ever seemed to have a good understanding of how they were feeling and seemed to be swayed by their emotions rather than swaying their emotions. But Leopold had always considered himself an expert of sorts on human emotions.

While he was also a victim of allowing his emotions to sway him, he was also self aware of that fact. He knows what needs to be done but he also knows what should be done.

But when he learns about your… condition, Leopold is unsure of what to do. How he should feel.

He knows that he feels guilty. It’s no fault of his own but he had happened to overhear you talking about it with your older sister. And maybe… he might have heard you mention that you don’t want anyone else to know about it.

So while Leopold feels bad for you he also can’t exactly do anything to express it. He can’t do anything to make you feel better (or else he’ll compromise the trust the two of you shared) but he can’t do nothing either! How can he turn away from someone that needs help in their time of need?

It’s a weird and complicated situation.

The strangest thing of all though would have to be your reaction.

Leopold hasn’t exactly met many people with quickly approaching d… but he definitely knows of many people who have gone through something similar. People, when learning about it, are often angry and depressed. They’re reclusive and aggressive. Life has been unkind to them so why should they be kind in return?

But you. You’re different and not in the cliche way most people would think. You smile brightly for yourself. You stay determined and bright not in spite of what is to come but simply because you can. Leopold’s own heart races when he thinks about it.

-Out-

Feelings come from both the heart and the mind. It’s a strange thing. Leopold has personally always preferred the feelings of the heart. The feelings of the mind are things we can control; things that we can change and manipulate. It’s the pure and raw feelings of the heart that never leave us second guessing ourselves. Things that are true to who we really are.

~Embers~

“It’s when everything has finally died down that you can finally see it.” you explain.

Despite Leopold already knowing exactly what you’re talking about he lets you continue on. He’s a fire mage, of course he knows what embers look like, but there’s a certain sparkle to your eyes as you talk about it to him.

You always seem to have that strange glimmer when you talk about things like that.

Perhaps it’s because you relate to them?

Leopold isn’t too sure.

“So, do you have some weird fascination with the night sky or something?” Leopold asks as he rests his head in your lap.

“What?”

“Well, I feel like you’re always outside looking at the stars or something. Are you searching for something among the stars?”

“And if I was?”

“Then I would help you find it, obviously.”

“Obviously~” you repeat back.

“So…” Leopold stares up at your eyes as you stare up at the sky, “are you?”

You take in a deep breath and lean back.

The moment is long.

It’s very long.

So long that Leopold begins to wonder if you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until you turn back to face him that his suspicions are proven wrong.

“Love.” you answer.

“Love?”

“I’m looking for love in the sky. People are always writing about how love is as vast and endless as the sky. That if you can dream of something it’ll be up there.” you sigh, “but no matter how long I look I never seem to find what I’m looking for.”

“People do also say that love finds you when you stop looking for it.” Leopold isn’t too sure where his answer came from and he isn’t too sure how he knows it either. He thinks that maybe one of his siblings might have mentioned it to him (most like his brother) but neither of them are all that experienced with love. Maybe his parents? Or some wise elderly woman he may have passed by on the streets.

People are always saying the strangest things.

The answer doesn't seem to bode well you though as you sigh, “that’s the thing though. Perhaps I don’t want love to find me. Maybe it’s something that I want to chase down or simply watch from afar. It’s such a beautiful thing.”

“Don’t most people want beautiful things?”

The answer seems to stump you. Your face scrunches up in concentration as you debate Leopold’s words. Did you have a mental breakdown? Probably not.

“Have you ever wanted something, Leopold?”

“Of course.” answered Leopold. He’s wanted many things. Like all people there are things he has and things he doesn't. Things he wants even though they aren’t his to have. Sometimes those things take on the form of inanimate objects or abstract positions of power; sometimes they’re just out of reach and others so far that he can barely dream of them; sometimes those things even take on the shape of others. Leopold turns to you, “don’t everyone have things you want?”

“Sometimes admiration of something is better than having it as your own.”

-and-

You smiled in a way that shouldn’t have made Leopold’s heart flutter. But hearts could be such fragile things.

~Ashes~

Most people think of ash as something dirty and sticky.

And it is.

But it’s also gentle as it flutters down from the sky. It’s soft as it lands delicately upon the surface of which it has chosen. It is paliable as it is easily directed by the wind and can be so simply squished into the ground upon itself.

Leopold has never been a big fan of ash magic (being a fire mage and all) but he has always been acutely aware of it.

He thinks that ashes are sort of like you.

You’re not dirty and sticky but you do embody other parts akin to ash.

When everything has fallen from the sky and the world claims itself to be over Leopold believes that people will look back on your life and think about how gentle it was. How you fluttered from your peak of life and gently to the ground where you would rest.

Not many people find themselves aware of something as its ending. They only see that of where it shined brightest and when the shine is no longer gone.

How everything you did would be seen as delicate when people look back. How every action and choice was something delicate and fragile.

How you had always been so paliable. Mould what people need you for and do what they ask of you simply because you can.

It’s… beautiful.

Leopold thinks he understands what you mean when you talk about admiration of something that isn’t yours.

His stomach twists in circles and his heart soares.

It’s a feeling that’s strictly his own. Something that no one else can take away and something that will always belong to him. It’s strange and weird but mostly warm.

Ash is warm right? Perhaps only immediately after the fire has been put out?

Fall in love with someone because of how they make you feel.

#Black Clover #black clover x reader #leopold vermillion x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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black-dhalias · 1 year

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Bigger than the Whole Sky

Ibis X F!Reader

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 AHEAD!

Warnings: big angst, death, mentions of blood/violence

Each day, every person is given the chance to serve out their purpose. A destiny prewritten in some manner of speaking, whether determined by genetics or choices or deities, but prewritten to exist. Designed to occur, and implied to be fate.

Your awareness of these choices, these destinies is profound and unexplainable—however, incredibly useful to the Xadian Royal Family. The Dragon King chose you many years ago for your gift of knowing, he claimed it was prophecy and asked you to join them at Storm Spire. As a Moon Shadow elf, you were isolated and exiled—your brother and his husband fought for you. He pleaded, but they feared what did not make sense. They feared the unknown, because when you were near—it was not unknown in the slightest.

So you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to the Dragon King, but Ibis made your new life tolerable. In some ways, Ethari felt better knowing that you were somewhere that wanted you, but it terrified him nonetheless. You are right in the middle of the unrest, his little sister. His sweet Y/N, who never asked for any of it. Yet again, Ibis smoothed the worry with his assurances—you would see no harm for as long as Ibis breathed.

That is how it was. You felt like there was shelter from the war, through all of the terrors—through the loss, and it was all because of your love. Ibis made the whole sky so much bigger than you imagined it could be, he filled the world with joy. He painted clouds with color and brightened every room he entered, your bitter edges became soft and hopeful.

A sense of dread overwhelms you as the air goes completely cold. Your entire mind had gone dark and all you could see was his face—the image of mist seems haunting and ominous. Unfamiliar.

Something is wrong.

You arise from the bed and followed your instincts, a painful and consuming ache has formed. The pit in your chest has grown deeper with every step—Xadian lore say it is the connection that comes from loving someone so deeply. You already know.

A sob escapes your lips, every part of your being is preparing for the worst, but the tiny heart in your womb hopes for better. “Ibis?”

Only you could not breathe, his name has clawed it’s way out of your throat. It does not offer any comfort. Your stomach twists into a knot; a scuffle occurring on the garden. Just as you turn the corner. You attempt to stifle your cries, watching your husband become… You lean into yourself, but manage to stumble down the stairs…

“Ibis?” And as your hands cup his cheeks, his eyes have already lost their life. “My love?” All you can head is his killers pleas and apologies… And when you meet his eye, murderer, all he can see is your swollen stomach.

Blindly, one of your hands attempt to stifle the blood loss, but it is not flowing. It is pooled. Even as your fingers go slick with blood, you wish you could find the urge to scream, but all you manage is the feeling of a choking sensation leaving your throat. Words barely legible, but you say them: “You stole him…”

You wish you could hush your cries and aches, “My sweetest sky, please return to me. To our son.” When the killers are gone, you see him coming to—his voice is choked by his own blood with a rise and fall going to fast.

“To the top.”

“No, you need to rest. Please?” You are pleading but his hands runs along your cheek, you can barely see where the red of your dress and the red of his life force.

“Trust- m-Me.” And you do, just as you have for as long as you can remember.

“I do.”

Ibis holds onto you for dear life, climbing the stairs to the top of the spire. Every stumbling, painful step burns you deeper because you are crying out for him.

“What—” He inhales sharply. “Tell me the name of our son.” Your lip trembles at the top of the spire becomes so much more clear than before. Reality is becoming more apparent.

“I thought Cellion.” While it is painful, you glance over at him with your will and see him smile. You see him see your sons entire future in that single, very real moment.

“Tell me what our Cellion will become?” You almost choke on the words, but know Ibis well enough to know this will bring him peace. To leave this world with one thought.

“Cellion is both a warrior and a mage, a combination of us both. A wise leader. He has my eyes, but your Sky born smile. He is both compassionate and good— knowledgeable in the great arts…” Your lip trembles and feel him leaning heavier on you, falling onto your limited strength. “I tell him about you every night, raise him on stories of our adventures…”

So many adventures and it’s all coming to an end. Because of the selfishness of humans, you feel his life faltering—hanging in the balance. Ibis stops, kissing your cheek as gently as he can as his hand rests on your swollen stomach.

“You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” You place your hand over his, flexing your fingers.

“I wish you would be there.” He nods, glancing at the final ascent—two steps.

“Me too.” You falter now. “And I will.” He drops his hand, beginning to pull away, a veil preparing to separate you almost entirely.

“I’ll be the summer breeze that kisses your cheeks.” And then, he is stumbling up the steps and you are stuck. Unable to move. Just watching him. Then you turn away and lean onto the stairs, turning your eyes to the sky.

You see his last breath, and your eyes close: “We will see you in the next life and sunset skies, Ibis.” Swallowing, “My great love.”

Rising to your feet, body swaying with every step—lost in the bitterest sensation of loss. Cheeks burning, to some extent there is no pain at all anymore. Just sensations.

You hear the rustle of the breeze, but when the wind hits your cheeks—your lip trembles.

“I’ll find them. For you. For me. And our son.” You pause, “I don’t know what I’ll do.” You might kill them, it’s not your husbands way, but you were a warrior. Raised with warriors blood, and with his blood on your hands—the blood boils.

“But I’ll find them.”

#imagines #imagine #requests are open #fandom request #imagine requests #x reader #love #requests #the dragon prince x reader #the dragon prince #ibis x reader #moonshadow elf #skywing elf #the dragon prince imagines

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jeanbie · 1 year

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #7 ★ masterlist.

pairing: porco x reader

genre: domestic au, ghost au, modern au | warnings: mentions of suicide, mediums, character death, mental health references (depression), grief, slight Goblin references at the end | wc: 2.5k

note: love this one. please tell me if you wanna see similar angsts for other characters!

⏤ imagine the first time they say i love you. like, properly say it; because they’ve said it before, but today they say it one last time, when it’s the only thing left to say.

It started with a medium.

There had been a time where you prided yourself on your disbelief in an afterlife, dismissing mediums on television, laughing at ghost hunters and paranormal movies depicting demons and ghouls climbing out of screens. Although now, those times seem too long ago, phantom memories - even the person you were in those memories seem to be different, as though looking into the mind of a stranger, disconnected and vacant.

Jean had told you that was a coping mechanism. Mikasa assured you it was normal. Your sister said it was mental illness.

After the loss of Porco, you didn’t know what to think anymore. After the loss of the love of your life, thinking just became pointless.

When the news of Porco’s passing had reached you, it had reached you last. At least everybody in your close circle of friends knew a few hours before you, Porco’s family and Reiner who had found him being the first who found out almost a day before. The absence of Porco for those long and tortuous hours were ones you misjudged. You thought he was going back home to see his family for the weekend. Berthold thought he was with you. Reiner had returned to his shared flat and found the truth hanging.

The only reason as to why you were last was because nobody knew how you would react. Amongst the chaos and shock that was Porco’s death, the reaction that would be drawn from you would change everything. You'd been through this before, this darkness. It had taken some work with Porco to get over whatever darkness consumed you, and this would set you back years. Looking back at it, you even remember where you were and when it had happened, when the pin dropped. Originally, they wanted Reiner to tell you, but, overcome with grief, he sent Annie instead. You will never, ever forget the look on Annie’s face as you opened the door, and the news followed a cup of tea and an unexpected, clueless, and genuine smile had settled on your lips. “What are you doing here?” you had asked, “is everything okay?” She'd said nothing, and then caved when you asked if she'd heard from Porco this weekend. He’s missing my calls. Has he contacted you?

Even after the funeral, after the original shock and after the news had been broken out around university, people still didn’t know how to act around you. The Porco Subject was never spoken about or touched upon. Pictures of Porco were turned over or taken down when you came over, his name buried with him in the pretty cemetery by the river. It took some time, a real long time, but eventually, the pain began to ever so slightly fade; only to come rushing back again like the sudden pull of the tide when Louise had approached your booth in the dorm common room with a leaflet about a medium.

You don’t know why you went.

Mikasa had come, too, as emotional support and because she wanted to be there to see if it was as real as Louise and the leaflet were making it out to be. You hadn’t even booked a session, turning up unannounced and anonymous for the meeting in one of the older lecture rooms on campus. The question of why and how a medium was permitted onto campus was never addressed - you just had to see and hear it for yourself. Nothing would come out of it, and you were glad to keep it that way. That was until the medium called out for a Y/N, and your heart sank.

“There’s a Porco in the room, and he’s asking for a Y/N…is there…a Y/N here?”

You had no reaction other than paralysed silence. Mikasa was scandalised, angry and confused. The medium surely must have heard about Porco’s death here and that’s why the session was on campus. She said all of this accusingly, crying in hysterics, this is wrong, how can you do this to someone in grieving?

You left the lecture hall, leaving a piece of you behind with it.

Since that day, you’d returned back to the comfort of your bedroom, leaving for your lectures only occasionally. Seminars were skipped in silence and the teachers understood, sending emails to cover for it, and the notifications piled up like the tissues in the dustbin. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that the event with the medium was a scam, something set up as a sick practical joke, you couldn’t shake it off. What if’s and buts whirled around in your head, chaotic, loud, invasive and sad.

Porco was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. But what if you had stayed -? What if it was true? What if you just missed your last, and final opportunity to say goodbye?

“Why are you here? All of you?”

“We never left.”

You blink.

“Does it…does it hurt? Dying?”

You close your eyes slowly. “Quicker than falling asleep.” And exhale.

Something deep into your apartment bumps.

The noise is quiet whilst still being loud enough to bounce off the volume of the movie, playing quietly on your television screen sitting on top of your desk. Lately, your living room has been pulled into your bedroom, all rooms besides the connecting ensuite now in one. Phone calls from worried friends and family were set to silent and on days where the front door rang, it remained closed. Like you did many months ago, all you need right now is the space. People had told them why. They didn’t blame you.

Sniffing and wiping your eye with the side of your hand, you push the covers folded up around your breasts down and kick your feet to the floor, staring towards your bedroom door as if probing it for answers. Silence, and then another noise. On a normal day, this might alarm you, but your body is numb, aching and tired, and so you move towards the door without thinking and pull it open, stepping out into the hall. A glance in either direction shows no immediate threat, and you’re too lazy, too tired and too unbothered to step out to investigate. The noise is likely somebody upstairs or down, and if it is an intruder here to kill you, then what do you have to lose?

You move back into your bedroom, shutting the door gently. The bathroom rope-light swings in the breeze from the door moving and you slip into the bathroom quickly. Light floods the box room, illuminating the exhaustion on your face. You look ghastly, sunken and stale. You feel it too. Depression clings to you, life moves outside but stills in. God, you feel so ugly, so worthless and disgusting and alone - splashing your face with cold water, you gasp in the air like you’re depending on the taste, passing up looking at your reflection in the mirror in fear of what you’ll see staring back. When the bathroom light is turned off and you shut the door behind you, you turn to shuffle back into your bedroom and pause.

There is somebody by the window.

It’s undeniable, real and solid- but you blink several times, wondering if it’s just a dream. Nothing registers in your body, no reflex to scream or panic. Instead, you simply stare.

The silhouette against the window shuffles, anxious, and then steps into the light. For a while you say nothing, staring in a stunned silence as the figure reveals itself. It has to be a dream. This is a dream. You’ve dreamt it a hundred times. You’ve dreamt Porco stepping towards you. You don’t know what to think.

“Pock,” you say, lifeless. “Am I…dreaming?”

“Baby-” Footsteps across the carpet. Moves like him. Sounds like him. “Oh, my baby girl.” Something cold touches you, but something familiar. Old friends. Old lovers, fleshy hands. Feels like him. “My beautiful girl.”

“Pock. Porco?” you stumble. The Porco before you watches your eyes fill with tears instantly, and the tightness in your throat he can visibly see causing your hands to tremble. “Porco? Am I. Am I dreaming? Am I sleeping?”

“Mhm, yeah,” he settles with. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe that will calm you down. His hands engulf your own, massaging the shakes to sleep. “You’re dreaming.”

“You. You feel so real,” you choke. “Fuck. Porco, fuck, what’s happening, why does it feel real-”

“Please-”

“I’m scared, wait, what’s happening, Pock-?”

The hands you felt on your hands move to your arms. A tightness follows, like he’s holding you. He did this, he was good at calming you down with his hands on your arms and lips on yours, whispers in mouths. This time he doesn’t kiss you. He can’t. Not now. Not again, never again.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you insist, tears pouring out of your eyes. “You’re. You. Baby, you died, you left me, you left us, why did you. Where did you. Porco, what…?”

“Calm down, Y/N, calm down, okay?” Porco whispers comfortingly. “Capture your breath, and then we’ll talk okay? I don’t have too long left here.”

This repeats for a little while, as Porco follows a method he used to when he tried to calm you down. After three long and amazing years of dating, Porco had learned what worked and what didn’t, what to say and what not to. The crazy thing about love is how you dedicate everything to getting to know that other person inside and out, learning their secrets and exploring interests, making memories to remember and frame and tell kids about. There was a time when Porco thought about all of that, and a time where he could have had it.

“Is it really you?” you ask quietly, after several long minutes of Porco holding your head in his hands and bringing you out of the storm onto the calm shore. “I’m not going crazy?”

“It’s me,” Porco promises, smiling as best as he can. You’re crying, maybe you can’t see his face. His throat feels hot, tight and firm.

“I miss you.” You rasp out your words, gasping for air every few seconds, “I miss you so much, Porco. Why did you leave me, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I. I thought you were going to your parents for the weekend, but. But Reiner found you and- why did you lie to me? Pock, why…? Was, was it me?”

“No.” Porco grabs your hands tightly. “Don’t ever say that. It was never, ever your fault. Not at all, okay? Don’t think that.”

“Then why?”

Porco can’t think. “I don’t want you to think it was your fault, okay? You were- you are, everything to me. You were the light of my life. But, fuck, I was so unhappy. And I didn’t know how to stop being unhappy. I hurt. It hurt me. I was hurting everybody around me in my own little way. Every time I would tell you that I was doing extra readings at the dorm, all I was doing was struggling, thinking about how unhappy I felt even though I was surrounded by people who made me feel worth it. And you all deserved so much better. Still, you deserve so much better.”

“Reiner found you. None of us knew you were hurting, Pock, I didn’t know. We should have noticed the signs, I should have been more careful.”

“No. I was good at hiding it, I never wanted you to worry.”

Suddenly Porco’s eyes widen, his hands stroking your hair pausing. With a quick exhale of breath, his smile tightens and he lets out a shaky sigh. “I haven’t got long left. I need to go soon.”

“Go? No, go where?” you frantically ask. “No, please Pock, don’t leave me again. You can’t leave me again, please.”

“It’s okay. It’s all okay. I tried to call for you the other week, but you left,” Porco explains quickly.

“The medium? That…that was you?”

Porco laughs quietly, “Yeah, baby girl. But, I get it, you never believed in all that stuff, huh. I should have known better. I had to come here, come to see you. I had to.”

I had to one last time.

“Please,” you whisper, grabbing his hands. “Please don’t leave me again. Please. I love you so much, please don’t leave me alone again. I need you.”

Porco shakes his head, attempting a curly smile that you can’t even see past the blur of his own tears. “Y/N L/N, you have been the love of my life. I have loved being your boyfriend and you are my best friend. I will never, ever forget how amazing you are.” Nodding, sniffing his tears back, Porco kisses your forehead. His lips are cold and wet, ghostlike and light. “I love you. I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry, for everything- none of it is your fault, okay, honey? Mmm?”

You feel his hands in your hair as you nod. “I know. I know, and I’m sorry, too. I could have helped you.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Porco says. “You being happy, and you knowing that it was never your fault, will help me now. Okay?”

Sniffing loudly, you nod again. “Okay.”

For a long moment, Porco just stares: “I’m gonna miss you so much.” You mumble something in reply to him, and he sighs shakily, “but now, I have to go.”

You grab his hands as he tries to pull away. “Don’t leave me, you’re leaving me.”

“I never left. I’ll always be here, watching over you. Always, and forever.”

(“All is said and done?”

Porco steps into the long hallway and smiles at the hooded man. He’s seen who he needs to; several stops around to his family, one to Reiner who had it the worst with finding his body. The final one for you. Y/N, the love of his entire life, remembered in memories and gone in touch.

It’s okay.

“Yeah,” Porco nods. Death nods, his hood falling slightly as he points down the hallway with one hand and with the other, passes Porco a small cup. Porco reaches for it, exhaling gently. “Just like falling asleep.”

He drinks the contents and hands the cup back to Death, heading down the hallway. For a moment, his hand hovers above the handle. He’s said his piece on Earth. He’s done what he needs to do. Now, he can move on in peace.

He turns the handle. The hallway fills with white.)

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco #porco x reader #porco imagine #porco galliard imagine #porco angst #porco galliard angst #pock x reader #pock imagine #attack on titan #aot #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #suicide mention #mine #ittojean #jeanbie

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twoidiotwriters1 · 6 months

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I went insane for a few days but I'm better now -Danny Words: 1,830 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Die Trying' -by MICHL

XXXV: This Barbie is Consumed by Guilt

"I don't agree," Lily says firmly.

Malcolm looks at her like he wants to stab her. "Get it together!"

"I can't go with my siblings either," I state.

Percy scowls at us, he's frustrated as well. "What are you two up to?"

I look at Jake. "Tell him."

My friend steps forward. "She has Beckendorf's old notebook."

"What notebook?" I pull it out of my bag and show it to Percy. "Hey, these are the bombs we hid in the bus... and the ones we used for the Andromeda!"

"There's more," I say. "Ten grenade designs, and traps that we haven't tried yet. Beck was hoping not to need them at all, but..."

"So you guys are building these?"

"I have a few ready," I pull my dino bag forward. "But they're not enough. If we want to win, I'll have to loot a few places."

"Alright," Percy doesn't hesitate this time. "Beckendorf's creations were always fault-proof, you can make these."

"You can only take three campers with you, though," Annabeth makes an educated guess as to how many people they can spare at the moment.

"Lily, Connor," I can't take Travis or Michael, they're counselors. Same thing with Jake. "Nyssa, you're coming."

Lily and Connor are exceptional pickpocketers, they can loot a store and get you anything you want without having to break windows or set alarms off. Nyssa and I will make lists of all the things we need, and then we'll build as we go.

We split into two groups: Connor goes with Nyssa, and Lily with me. Before we leave, I hug my brother. As he leans forward I hold him tighter and whisper to him.

"I know about Achilles."

"We'll talk later," he says. "I promise."

"You better."

The group scatters, but someone runs up to us before we go too far.

"Hang on!" Michael searches his backpack and pulls out a walkie-talkie. He gives it to Lily. "If something happens, call me. I'll find you."

Lily shakes her head. "You can't—"

"You're like sisters to me," he presses. "I won't turn my back on you now."

I take the walkie and hug him, part of me doesn't want to let go.

"Don't get killed," he tightens his grip around me. "You have a title to gain."

"See you in a bit."

I step back so Lily can hug him, I lock eyes with Mike for a second, we never talked about the kiss and there's no point in doing it now, so I seize Lily's hand, and we walk away.

Ara's suffering from separation anxiety and she hasn't even left camp. She keeps walking around, looking for a problem that may require her to stay, but she's fixed most by now. Even Jason's cabin has been remodeled and furnished, same thing with Aphrodite's.

In short, Ara discovers she's been doing a great job at the worst time possible. And to make things worse, Leo's still avoiding her. Part of her is guilty because she thought that moving back in with his parents wasn't a big deal, but he seemed pretty upset about it.

"I wish I could go with you," Lily sighs as she arranges her armor.

Ara snorts. "No, you don't."

Her friend smiles. "Yeah, but I wouldn't hate it, you know? Going to school, attending proms and all that..."

Ara wrinkles her nose. "I won't go to prom."

Lily's shocked. "But it's your first school dance!"

"Percy promised he'd take me, but he's obviously not going to, so..."

The dark-haired girl pouts. "We used to daydream about it, Ara. Are you sure it isn't..." her friend pauses. "You're not worried about not having a date, right?"

"I haven't gone to that school at all this year," she reminds her. "I don't know if I have the same classmates as before, or if they even remember me."

Lily rolls her eyes. "I know a short brunette doesn't sound like a lot, but you're a daughter of Olympus, you draw people in like moths to a flame—"

"Wow, that's flattering."

Her friend laughs. "You know what I mean."

Ara shakes her head. "I don't wanna go, Lils. It wouldn't be fun."

"But your mom said—"

"Don't use that against me..." she whines.

"You love dancing!"

"You know what I love? When you win using the bow I made for you," she pushes Lily forward. "Go get that Flag, civetta."

Lily mutters complaints as she walks onward. Ara's so glad to have Lily, she can second-guess many things in life, but her friendship with Lily is not one of them.

Piper walks up to Ara and nudges her arm. "You're not playing?"

Ara shakes her head with a sad smile. "I miss it a lot, but it wouldn't be fair."

Her sister points in Lily's direction. "She's the one who taught you to be sneaky, right?"

"She's like a ghost," Ara grins. "You're lucky to be playing on her team."

"No joke..." Piper lowers her voice. "I'm sorry Leo didn't take the news well, I think that he was looking forward to spending time with us... and you. He's never stayed in one place for long, this was his first chance to do so."

Ara groans, deeply embarrassed. "I'm usually the one who dives right into awkward conversations, I don't know why I find it so hard with him now."

"Maybe 'cause you care a little too much about what he thinks."

Ara ponders this. "I'll talk to him tonight, I promise."

Piper shrugs. "You don't have to promise me that."

"Right," she blushes. "Well, uh, thank you for talking to me, then?"

Piper hugs her sideways. "No problem."

Ara walks up to Chiron and stands next to him. Usually, she waits with him until the game ends, but now he's got something else in mind.

"You should take this time to brood on your prophecy."

Ara groans, a bit more dramatically this time. "Chiron, honestly, has that ever worked?"

"Aren't you the exception to most rules?"

Her mind drifts to something else. "You didn't want me to leave camp when the war ended, but you agreed to let me go now. Why?"

"Because I'm not your guardian," he sighs. "I'm an... advisor of sorts."

"Alright, advisor," the girl stares at him frowning. "I'm going home while everyone else works. Is that wise or cowardly?"

"Neither. I call it saving the best for last," he replies. "You are our secret weapon. Just because the monsters know you exist now, doesn't mean it'll stop working."

"Then I'm no exception to the rule," she responds smartly. "I'm your last resort."

He smiles knowingly. "We should always give the enemy a chance to retreat before we attack them with, er..."

"Your worst?" She suggests.

"Our best chance at winning," the centaur corrects.

"That isn't a compliment, is it?"

Chiron heaves a sigh. "A child of Olympus rarely gets compliments while they're alive."

She pouts. "Well, I'll go think about my terrible prophecy then, see you..."

As she walks through the forest, she reminisces about the war, not the prophecy. It feels like it was ages ago. Ara's stuck between wishing she could go back, and hoping to never again be who she was before getting her title.

She draws out her compass and looks at it, the needle is steadily pointing in a single direction.

"I heard Annabeth and Malcolm are activating plan twenty-three," Nyssa mentions. "What's that about?"

"All the statues on the island are automatons," Lily explains. "I've been going over the plan with her and Malcolm for weeks—Haven't slept well since, I still remember Ara's dragon..."

"He's just a little rusty!" I argue, but then I notice the dark circles under her eyes. "Have you been eating properly, at least?"

"No. I gave her an apple this morning though," Connor replies.

"How thoughtful of you," I tease him.

"Shut up."

"How come you never bring me food when I skip meals?"

"You could blow me up in flames if I go near one of your crazy inventions."

"Ara hasn't exploded anything in a year, three months, two weeks, and three days," Lily answers immediately. "That's a thing of the past."

"Speaking of," I smirk. "Did you know the Greeks used to throw apples at people they were in love with, Connor?"

"And if the other caught it, it meant the love was reciprocated," Nyssa replies in the same way.

"Next time I throw something, it'll be my knives at you two," Lily warns us.

Ara shouldn't interfere with the game, but this is the best time to hold a private conversation without interruption. She finds Leo exactly where the compass said he'd be, Ara approaches quietly from behind and covers his mouth so he doesn't alert others.

"It's me!" She whispers as the boy squirms in her arms. "We need to talk!"

Leo snatches her hand away. "Are you insane?" He whispers angrily. "I almost set you on fire!"

"You've been avoiding me, I couldn't risk you sneaking away!" She argues. "I want a chance to explain myself."

"I'm in the middle of a game—"

"Leo," she gives him her best puppy eyes. "Please? I know you're upset and I don't want you to be."

Leo groans, but the blush on his face isn't helping him. "Does it have to be right now?"

Ara shrugs. "I should wait. I'm not allowed to interfere during Capture the Flag..."

"I'll see you at the campfire," he tells her. "Now leave me alone, your face is distracting me."

She chuckles, eyeing him with a playful gaze. "You look adorable in armor, by the way."

"Go away!" He presses, smoke coming out of his ears.

Ara giggles but obliges. Just as she exits the forest, she spots Janus standing near the forges, looking right at her. Her mouth goes dry. "No!"

The god vanishes in a heartbeat. Ara feels her legs wavering under her and she falls to her knees, severely nauseous. She tries to focus on the coldness of the grass, or the strawberry fragrance coming from uphill, but she's having trouble breathing.

"A crossroad is approaching," says a voice. An echo of a memory.

"You're incredible at this," Lily points out. "Although you should wear gloves."

My fingers are covered in cuts, the wire's thin and I'm not gentle. "I thought I had them in my bag, but I must've left them in my cabin."

"Where are you putting all of these?"

I point towards the Empire State.

"Why there? The Monsters haven't reached the city."

"You know why," I say without looking up.

Lily takes a moment to respond. "These are all last resorts, aren't they?"

I nod. "If everything else fails, I'm hoping these will kill enough monsters to give us one last chance."

Lily starts a new bomb but stops for a moment.

"Do you think we have a chance right now?" I look up, and for a moment I think a bird has pooped on her because she's scowling at the sky, then I realize she's trying not to tear up. "I wouldn't mind dying if I knew the rest would have a chance to survive..."

"Don't say it like that," I reply, now also feeling like crying. "This is just starting. Don't say that."

Lily fixes her posture. "Right. Sorry," she sniffs. "I need you to promise me something, though."

"I'm listening."

"I'll be your second in command once you become General," she says determinately. "Where you go, I go."

"You, Mike, and I forever," I nod. "You have my word."

Next Chapter ->

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liketwoswansinbalance · 1 year

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The Pan Soul Theory

I definitely remember Hook talking about the Pan, and telling Rafal how his sister was taken from him, and corrupted by the Pan, just because the Pan was a handsome boy, probably like the trickster villain archetype. He was too attractive and beguiling for Hook’s sister’s own good because her loyalties are now to the Pan.

Was this a throwaway line or groundwork set-up for Fall? We know the Hook name is a bloodline. But what about the Pan? Was an explanation given in Rise? If so, I don’t entirely remember it. To be eternal nemeses either requires unusual longevity, or a tradition of inheritance.

So, is the Pan an immortal being? Has there only ever been one Pan? I think that this is or will be the case.

Or, is the Pan an entity that after a long while takes on new hosts? To feed off of?

Or, is the Pan a bloodline? Or, is the Pan a bloodline with one immortal spirit of the Pan after the next, until the next immortal Pan destroys the one prior or merges with it?

Now, the theory I have is that Rafal is either consumed by the Pan, and kills Rhian (either intentionally, because he mistook Rhian for Hook, or for another reason altogether). Or, Rafal disguises as the Pan, for a certain battle strategy/desperate plan he does or doesn’t tell Rhian about, and makes a mistake, does something wrong, or kills Rhian by accident.

Or, the Pan could simply breathe Rafal’s soul, and cause general havoc, leaving Rafal’s body an empty shell of himself. (Since his soul is now mostly inhabiting a new vessel.)

Honestly, before Rise, I never thought of souls as something transferable in the Endless Woods. Imagine if they were a currency. So much could be done with that concept alone. I thought only appearances could shift by magic, so the thought of souls doing the same is interesting and dark on its own.

Or, in any case, at any point in the story, the Pan could usurp the seat of Rafal’s mind, so Rafal becomes the Pan only internally. He’d still retain his appearance as Rafal.

(If I'm right about this, by hook and by crook, call me a Seer!)

This theory is probably a reach, but some possible evidence could be:

Rafal already has clear traits in common with the Pan. Immortality and eternal youth. An association with shadows. The power of flight.

The Hort vs. Rafal (one-sided?) rivalry in TLEA could be a mirror held up to the Hook (the bloodline, not the character James Hook) vs. Pan rivalry.

There’s also Scourie, the pirate who was Hort’s father, killed by Peter Pan.

Also, I wonder if the concept/identity of the Pan or Peter Pan has evolved over time in the Woods because what is in the present-day storybooks may not match the Pan that will likely be a villain of Fall. The telling of the story could have transformed it into something else over generations, until the original version was lost. And, that would all be dependent on who survived to tell the tale. Either that, or the Storian (in the role of antagonist or divine intervention/record-keeping) twisted the tale beyond recognition.

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Also, the Jolly Roger could play a part in Fall. We have already seen the Igraine and the Inagrotten, so the existence of yet another mythical ship is not too far off.

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liminalpsych-in-teyvat · 7 months

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How Genshin characters deal with skin hunger: An ongoing series of headcanon drabbles

Childe isn't used to a life without touch. His childhood was all roughhousing and hugs, sprawling across his siblings, sitting in a family member's lap, carrying Teucer on his shoulders. Touch for Ajax was frequent, casual, caring.

And then he fell into a hole in the world, and everything changed.

It was all right for a while as a soldier. There's a kind of companionate affection that happens among comrades, but he was a feral thing in those early years, all teeth and blade and temper, and people quickly learned to keep their distance. Then he became a Harbinger and it got worse: you don't sling an arm over your commanding officer during a drunken fireside singalong, after all, and the Harbingers don't touch each other. They're strange and prickly, distant and guarded, all brittle smiles and armor that no one ever removes.

So there's Tartaglia, itching out of his skin, restless for any kind of contact. A brawl or a battle is as close as he can find. A punch is still a touch, isn't it? And a blade can give an embrace all its own. There's intimacy in the fight, and it's the only intimacy he's given.

Zhongli has held himself apart for so long, in stone and solemn vows, in bonds of word and deed, that he has forgotten the warmth of connection. He hasn't known it since the Archon War. Not since the Guili Assembly.

But Rex Lapis has become Zhongli, folded himself into mortal guise. Now he has given up his gnosis and orchestrated the death of his godhood. Now he is mortal, and mortals need touch to thrive. Now his heart beats with more blood than magma, and he finds himself curiously yearning for contact, a strange hollow behind his breastbone and an ache under his skin.

He seeks satiation in the senses: music and fine tea, soft fabric and rich textures, spiced food and bold colors. He sinks into his mortal form through sensate experience and tells himself it is all he truly needs.

Xiao won't seek touch. he can't. he can't. he is poison he is damaged he is unworthy and he is alone. Karma writhes under his skin, tendrils out from his soul, seeks any living thing to latch onto. It's all he is and all he does: devour, maim, destroy. All he can do is prevent harm to others by keeping well away from them, and turn his darkness onto the things that would threaten Liyue's people.

Once, he could relax into his brothers and sisters, his yaksha family. They all carried the same karma, they all carried the same poison, and could not poison one another with their touch. But they're gone, now. All that's left are adepti who are too pure for him and humans who are too fragile for him and Rex Lapis who is too far above him to even think of touching, and so he buries himself in battle.

Karma pulses against his flesh, an agonizing kind of touch and the only one he can accept.

Baizhu remembers a time when touch didn’t hurt, but that was before his teacher’s passing, before the contract came to him, before the first burn of sickness in exchange for the first drain of his life force. Now, touch hurts. (Now, everything hurts.) But he rarely feels the craving because Changsheng is always there, a gentle warm pressure around his neck, a calming weight across his shoulders, an acerbic tongue to ground him into the here-and-now.

(He doesn't need more.)

He is consumed with his quest, his work, and the inside-out cataloguing of endless symptoms interwoven, the cough that never leaves his chest, the fire in his nerves.

(His body is a cacophony of sensation.)

Accepting touch, letting himself feel and appreciate contact, brings him down from the distance of clinical observation and into full awareness of the pain. Some days, touch might be a pressure that calms the tremors: a distraction, a soothing warmth. But some days (more days, more and more with every new malady he breathes in), he cannot even tolerate the touch of his own clothing or the weight of a light blanket or even the electric strands of his own hair, searing across his skin with every subtle movement. Some days, he can scarcely bear Changsheng’s smooth scales, much less the callouses of a well-meaning human hand.

He closes himself up in his room (the warmth squeezes him like a vise until his pulse throbs in his vision and pounds in his skull but it’s better than the risk of a breeze flaying him alive in sudden scorching agony), he wraps his arms around his aching knees, and wrings the need from him until his muscles give out.

For Kazuha, there was home, and family, and then there wasn't. There was his friend, his lightning-bright companion, and then there wasn't. The crew of the Alcor is a rowdy bunch, free with contact around the fire; Kazuha is one of them and yet not. He perches alone on the rail despite Beidou's attempts to pull him in. He wraps himself in wind and whistling song. Any touch is too much. (Any touch is not enough.) He'll take his solace in the breeze, the brush of leaves against his skin like the ghost of a lost friend.

And sometimes, when the longing aches down to his bones, he awakens to all three of the Alcor's cats piled on his cot, pressing against him with softly vibrating bodies.

It's enough.

(It has to be enough.)

Freminet sinks into the ocean's embrace. The water holds him like his mother never did, wraps around him with gentle pressure and beckons him downward. It's an embrace that only tightens when he sinks into the depths. The sea listens without judging, holds him through a storm of sobbing, and releases him reluctantly to the surface world. Underwater, he forgets the void of lonely inside his chest.

Above, exposed to corrosive air, his emotions threaten to drown him. He seals them inside a clockwork heart and freezes them to silence. He withdraws deeper into himself, tangled in his fears until Lynette notices, as she always does, with her silent watchful gaze.

She and Lyney pull him out of it with tea and teasing. They coax him into the couch by the hearth, and they sprawl across each other in a companionate pile while Lyney spins his latest tale (performing even here, even with only his siblings for an audience, always performing) and Lynette smiles her sad, knowing smile. He shivers in the warmth that he can scarcely let himself accept (but it would be rude to refuse), and he begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, he is not entirely alone.

(Obviously these headcanons assume the characters are in a situation where they are not getting the physical contact they need. Exact situations may vary from canon or fanon.)

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servamp-musings · 2 years

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I have a theory! Sry if this is long, and pls tell me if this has already been theorized before.

So we all know about the Envy pair's connection to Christianity, and I just wanted to speculate about Jeje's past. (Might be gruesome) so many ppl theorize that jeje used to be a clergy/priest (idk). I imagined his death to be a bit gruesome as the origins of a snake (according to the Bible I think) was that a lizard's limbs were cut off in punishment. I don't remember if this is the same snake as in Adam and eve, but I think so. What if Jeje's death had something to do with his limbs being removed? That would kind of explain why he likes being covered, and probably explain why he shot a gun out of his knee when he shot Nicco.

If in this regard, jeje represents the snake, would his eves be the Edens? Jeje mentions in one of the flashback chapters that he contracted many eves, but they all succumbed to jealousy. If all the eves are Edens, what is the apple? And is the "adam" out of the picture?

In addition, where do you think Abel came from? I thought that similar to Kuro, Jeje asked Gear to seal a part of himself within an object (the doll) and so Abel carries most of his malice in hanging people. I thought that, but then it was revealed that Youtarou also makes those dolls. Unless the dolls are like an old ritual, i no longer have an hc for explanations. What do think of this?

Don’t worry, thank you for sharing this with me ☺️ I have heard that a lot of people theorise that Jeje used to be a priest/part of the clergy (me and my sister included) but that’s the first time I’ve heard loss of limbs being a possibly attributed to his death. I think it makes sense. I’ll be honest, seeing that he can summon a gun out of his knee kinda reminded me of the people considered Weapons in Soul Eater 😂 All jokes aside, it’s possible that it was done against his will either as a punishment of some kind, similar to the story or as a sacrifice for something. Another theory both me and my sister thought was that he could have been a soldier at some point as well, having died fighting in a war but then that doesn’t really explain how he apparently asked to be brought back to life (if I read that right).

Now, if Jeje did represent the snake, I think it wouldn’t be far off to consider his Eves to be Edens. The story of Adam and Eve took part in the Garden of Eden, and with each Eve, there are endless possibilities of what could happen. They could have all been considered “ideal” or “good and virtuous” people but within all that, there’s always a little bit of darkness deep down, sometimes disguised, sometimes simply hidden away and surpressed. That would be the theoretical “apple”; jealousy, insecurity, being scared etc and being more aware/conscious of it.

With Jeje, I truly believe that he never intentionally lead them to that but it just became easier to access the longer they stayed with him and the fact that he was the first Servamp stable with his demon, but how stable was that really? As a result, it ends up building and building until it gets too much and consuming them. This could be seen in Mikuni’s mother, she tried her best to atone for making a contract with Jeje and killing Misono’s mother by taking Misono in and raising him, but that darkness remained a part of her and as Misono grew up and began looking like his mother, she ended up being reminded of Mikado’s infidelity and couldn’t handle it anymore. People are often afraid of others seeing that side of them, so keep it to themselves. However in Mikuni’s case, he’s not afraid, or at least shows he’s not. He’s fully aware of what he did, and has stated himself that he is not a good person. He’s fairly open about his jealousy as if he’s accepted that it was a part of him. That’s probably why Jeje is ok with sticking by him (other than as Servamp and Eve), because it is probably unlikely for him to be consumed by Envy. For this reason, I think I agree with there being no “Adam”, as in they don’t have someone to share that “apple” with. On the flip side, “Adam” could be those they have shared it with, but only temporarily so that status doesn’t fully stay, if that makes sense.

With regards to Abel, I really like your idea. Before the latest chapter showed that Abel was made by Youtarou using Gear’s fur, and I’m assuming Mikuni’s able to use magic because of that, me and my sister did have a few ideas about her. Even though they’re disproven, I’ll share them anyway:

Abel holds a part of Mikuni that is considered to be “rational”. By keeping her with him, he was able to maintain his sanity and think clearly about what he wants to do, being “himself”. Without her, he becomes rather child-like and unstable. We originally thought that Mikuni had went to Gear to “remove” the side of him that he wants to forget (killing his mother) and the doll was used as a medium. However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, it ended up being split into two; “Abel” and “Cain”, Abel housing “positivity” and Cain, “negativity”. Because Cain was the one who held the memories Mikuni wanted to forget, he left her behind with Gear. I know Gear’s ritual thing was to seal power into an object, but we thought maybe it could work for memories too.

Abel could be considered having part of Mikuni’s mother’s consciousness within her. One thing we had always thought is that Abel either was, or contained Mikuni and Jeje’s contract item. Therefore, similar to my mum’s theory on how maybe Mikuni is influenced by his mother’s jealousy through Jeje since Servamps and Eves are connected, it may have some play in Mikuni’s actions.

She was a gift to Mikuni from his mother. I like to think that Mikuni grew up rather open-minded and enjoyed a lot of different activities, including playing with dolls and being taught how to sew by his mother. Because she was special to him, he took her with him when he left the Alicein Manor. This somehow later became incorporated with his Lead. Speaking of his Lead, with the information from the new chapter, I’m now thinking that Mikuni’s “My Fair Lady” is the spell/technique that he uses to make Abel heavier and summon the statue, his Lead is only acting as the pivot. This makes it slightly different from the “team attacks” the other Servamps and Eves have.

However, if Abel meant so much to Mikuni, I was wondering why he allowed her to be beheaded in his technique (other than it can be seen as “killing” his mother once again as Abel was hers) but then realised that one of the properties of Gear’s fur was to repair matter so I’m assuming he didn’t really mind (and we saw that black wispy smoke from her).

As for now, I’m not really sure. In one of the events in the Land of Nod, I think Youtarou mentioned that he often makes dolls, clothes and other accessories to sell online although not all of it was made using Gear’s fur. I am curious as to how Abel got confiscated and ended up with the Aliceins. Also in why Youtarou thought about making dolls with Gear’s fur. Perhaps it was for some old ritual as an medium like you said, or to hold parts of Gear’s power in his attempt to still maintain his form of self when full moon comes. In that case, does that mean anyone with a doll can use magic with it as a catalyst as long as you know the method?

Overall, thanks again for this and I’m sorry for the long rambling, Jeje’s one of my favourite characters and I’m looking forward to finding out more about him 😂

Hope you have a nice day, and thanks for reading ☺️

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 7 months

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Clanmates (Sprouting Thorns)

Dusk cast long shadows across the camp, painting the forest in criss-crossing darkness. The leaves of the few non-pine trees in ShadowClan’s territory were beginning to lose their bright colour, dotting the sky with yellow-orange spots.

The sun ducked behind their shelter, giving a bite to the already cold air. Cats still mingled in the clearing, though they kept to where the shadows didn’t touch. Aldereyes, however, kept himself hidden in the darkest corner he could find. A mouse lay untouched between his paws. His attention was on his Clanmates.

He had been so quick to fret and panic about Myrtlewing’s betrayal as well as his own. Yes, he spent what felt like a moon in his own head with one-thousand thoughts a second, wondering why Myrtlewing, his most trusted Clanmate, best friend, and…possible mate?--He still wasn’t clear on that–would do something so horrid and wrong. Now, he began to ask himself another question:

Why was it horrid and wrong?

Aldereyes had been so quick to believe so. After all, it is what he has been taught since he was a kit: the life of the Clan is more important than the individual, never harm another Clanmate, do not take a life you don’t need to.

Everyone knew those things, everyone lived by them. In the humming chattering of the nearing night, he wondered if it was truly how he felt. Did he believe it was wrong? Did he believe it was horrid? Or are those just things that have been shoved into his head for so long by Stormstar, because his father couldn’t have anything less than a son who followed the code with everything in him?

But of course he knew murder was horrid, of course he knew betrayal was wrong.

But did he care?

Clanmates…just the word had always felt so important to him. It wasn’t just a word though, was it? They were just cats, and what have they ever done for him?

The bitter wind swept through his fur and to the pit of his belly. The air reminded him of the freezing nights many moons ago, when he had been a crying kit alone in the nursery with a dead mother. Did anyone console him? Did anyone visit him? Not even his sister or her mother, who were in the same den said anything soothing, for StarClan’s sake!

He remembered, now that his mind was consumed with it, getting sick and having to spend time in the medicine den. He remembered his racing heart, fearing that he would die just like his mother, the last cat that had ever cared about him before Myrtlewing.

He tried to recall if Stormstar visited him then. He thinks so, but his mind there is hazy, and he cannot be sure if it is only wishful thinking that he remembers it.

Now that poor excuse of a father has the gall to control Aldereyes’s every move? If Stormstar’s image was so important to him, why didn’t he bother visiting his half-orphaned son?

Was Alderkit not important enough?

His burning gaze swept the clearing. I was never important enough for any of you! They wouldn’t have even cared if he had died back then, would they? They wouldn’t even care now. One day of mourning and then they move on with their lives as if nothing had ever happened.

All his life living by the code, following his father’s every wish, doing everything he could to be a model Clanmate, for what? To live, die, and be forgotten by cats that didn’t care enough to stop him from freezing to death as a helpless kit?

Why should I care about them if they die, then? Why does their life have so much more value than mine?

Something hot dripped along his shoulders, slinking like worms through his skin and pounding against his chest. It was like rage, but much more pleasing. Aldereyes would learn moons later that it was the first feeling of a thrill. The first real blood-rush beginning to make its presence known as he gazed around his clueless, precious Clanmates.

They had spent all his life treating him as just another Clanmate, just another mouth to feed, just another cat to give an empty compliment to for work well done.

He was unimportant to them.

He was nothing for them.

Now, their selfishness would be their downfall. They have spent so long ignoring Aldereyes that they wouldn’t be able to tell his thoughts, to name his expressions, to see what he is planning.

For once, Aldereyes didn’t feel bad at all.

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--We've already caught a glimpse of it, but now Aldereyes's dark side is really starting to come out.

--Aldereyes and Hootpetal ARE somewhat friends at this point, but Alder's focus is currently on everything negative.

--It was noted in previous chapters, but Alder's Clanmates DO notice him. He's well-known as the best fighter in the Clan, possibly hunter too, but anything they say doesn't mean much to him, because you say "great catch!" to everyone. There's nothing more to it, nothing more personal.

That's what Alder means when he thinks that he's unimportant to them--he's just another Clanmate that could easily be replaced.

That's also why he and Myrtle became friends in the first place: he felt like Myrtle actually saw him.

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DMC OC Week

Day 6

TW/CW: Mentions of Death, Amnesia, Mental Illness, Murder, Injuries and Violence

Family

Father

The First Demon, Chaos’ Angel, The Saint of Blades. The only child born from the merging of the Progenitors and for a time the only being in the universe. He created the Demon World as we know it and all the other Primordials as well. A powerful being who was infinitely kind and peaceful. He wanted nothing more than to create. From the arts to history and weapons, there is nothing this Demon could not make beautiful.

“He always used to wear a smile… My Father.”

“Whether he was troubled or not…”“You would never know it.”

“I would always feel so… Happy when I watched him.”

“I wish to be able to smile like that… Someday...”

Status: Dead

Mother

An Elemental Demon whose very existence has been wiped from memory. No one alive remembers this being, not even Saara herself can remember her Mother. The reason for this is because Mundus’ Sin General Greed consumed her soul and name during their battle, a final insult to add to her defeat. The only beings who could remember her were the Primordials but unfortunately Saara was far too young and traumatized to resist Greed’s magic entirely.

“A Mother…”“I must have had one, no?”

“I am here, am I not…?”

“Though… I could not tell you who she may have been…”

“I do not… Remember.”

Status: Dead

Slight

Little Dreamer. Slight is Saara’s little cousin and the only living biological family member she has left. He is a usually jolly fellow, who has a particular fascination with guns and frogs. Saara raised him for a couple years and the two are very, very close.

Status: Alive

Igniseri

Death’s King, The Avatar of Souls. Igniseri is a Primordial Resurrect making them Saara’s family technically. He has the soul of her uncle Azrael within him. They are rather… emotionless, “living” only for their research. Despite this Saara loves him dearly and is quite used to his quirky nature. Being a Litch King does leave one feeling rather… Dead inside after all.

Status: Alive Technically

Other Family

Belial’s 5 other siblings

Eris- Belial’s Sister, made from half of himself taking the powers of time and Creation with her

Status: Dead

Erebus- The Darkness Eternal, one of the First Primordials made by Belial and his sister. Had power over Darkness itself.

Status: Dead

Nyx- The Night Incarnate, Slight’s Mother and ruler of the Night

Status: Dead

Azrael- The Avatar of Souls, They were one of the siblings closest to Belial. A kindly being hidden behind a scary visage. Has powers over resurrection, souls, and the dead. They now reside within Igniseri, the two have long since merged together and their soul is one.

Status: Dead Technically

Argosax- The Chaos, The Despair Embodied. Yes, that Argosax. He was Saara’s uncle, but she sheds no tears over his loss. She understands how much of a threat he posed.

Status: Dead

Adoptive Father Berial

Conqueror of the Fire Hell. He raised Saara and groomed her to be his heir long before he was even a ruler. Her care for him does not really go very far, Berial would never be her father… But he did take good care of her so for that she is at least grateful but since the Demon was firmly on Mundus’ side, Saara thinks of him as a weakling who she would slaughter in an instant if he weren’t already dead. Yes, their relationship technically makes her ruler of the Fire Hell now.

Status: Dead

Background

DMC 3:

During this period Saara was firmly on Vergil’s side.

Though she felt bad for Dante, the Primordial acted as a constant obstacle to the young Devil Hunter, fighting and beating him on more than one occasion at Vergil’s behest. Saara was only fulfilling her oath to Vergil, she would lend her aid and stay by his side always. But by the end this promise she made had to be broken…

When the eldest Sparda went into Hell for his final showdown with his brother he sent Saara away to “wait for him to return.” When she found out what happened to Vergil, she broke down right in front of Dante. This led to him taking her in along with Lady and Saara has worked with him ever since.

DMC 1:

Saara did not actually go on this mission with Dante, mostly because he didn’t really tell her about it to begin with. So when Dante came home she was furious, having spent the entire time he was gone worrying.

“Dante where have you been?”

“A job…”

“And you did not tell me? Why?”“...”Dante’s scowl deepened but he had no words to defend his actions, no snark to deflect with. The colors of sadness danced around him, he was hiding something and that something was causing him so much pain…

Saara could feel it pulsing in her head.

The Primordial softened her tone considerably, walking up to Dante, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Dante… Tell me…”

His hands balled into fists at his sides, the Devil hunters head drooped slightly, pale white hair veiling his face from her.

“He’s… Dead Ra…”

The colors of despair clouded around the man now but they could not hide the very distinct colors of the one he was thinking of. Still Saara had to ask, choosing denial over truth.

“Who-”

“Vergil…”

“Turns out Mundus had him… I didn’t know Saara, I didn’t-”

Dante shook within her grasp, tears that refused to fall burned in his chest.

Why couldn’t he cry?What was wrong with him?

Saara’s hand gently led his head to her shoulder while her arm wrapped around him in a crushing embrace.

She was shaking too he noticed, tears flowing freely now, Saara would have to cry enough for the both of them.

“I killed him, Saara…”“I killed him…”

DMC 2-4:

Saara didn’t take Vergil’s “death” very well, mostly because she refused to believe it. So she left… Deep down the Primordial knew she wouldn’t find anything but maybe just maybe Vergil was not dead. Saara went to the Demon World to search, but most lead turned cold very quickly or led to nowhere. This wasn’t a very… healthy time for Saara, she fell back into some of her old, more destructive habits for a long time. By the time she comes back is right around the time Nero is visiting Dante’s shop for the first time

DMC 5:

Saara was there when V first came to the shop and had to see for herself if Urizen was really who he said he was. So she went on that mission with Dante and stayed to fight while Nero escaped, but when Dante got taken out, Saara in an attempt to go heal him lost the battle as well. Getting grievously injured and captured by Urizen, the Demon used her as a power source for the Qliphoth until Dante came to fight him the second time (Mission 12.)

After which she was passed out for the majority of that time, her body being so injured it entered a mild Stasis. Saara comes to during Vergil's reemergence and uses what little strength she has to follow him to the top of the Qliphoth and confront him. The Primordial could only get a few words out before collapsing from her wounds again. Vergil used his blood to help Saara recover enough to stabilize, and she woke up again after all the battling was done, mostly healed. Then she refused to be left behind by the brothers so the Primordial went to the Demon World with them.

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