#and i should still have enough for selene at least

[shanastoryteller]

Do you think you'll tackle Serene and Endymion in your Greek Myths? They are gorgeous btw. ;)

Not all titans were subdued. Not all were lost, or chained, or changed.

Some simply endured, too large and distant to be concerned with matters of titles and thrones.

Helios raged. Even bound within Tartarus, his sun burned brighter and angrier with each day, feeding off the hatred of the cursed titan. Seas turned to deserts as water was baked out of the earth. Apollo scooped up Helios’s chariot, bringing the sun to bear and returning a normal rhythm to the days and nights. Helios’s rage burns him even still, but the chariot has at least accepted its new master.

Artemis becomes associated with the moon because she is her brother’s other half in all things. But she constructs her chariot herself and it is used for races and to transport huntresses and little else.

The moon’s first goddess has never left. She has dragged the moon across the sky in her chariot of starlight uninterrupted for over a millennia.

The titan Selene did not join the fight of the new gods and the titans. She did not defend her brother nor did she attempt to save him.

But neither has she acknowledged the new pantheon. Zeus rules the sky and has demanded an audience with her many times, but she has never granted it. Zeus chases her chariot, but even riding lightning he can’t catch it when she unhooks the moon and no longer has its weight slowing her down.

Poseidon shakes his head and says, “Leave her be. I am the master of the sea and yet if I suddenly had to push forward every inch of the tide myself, I wouldn’t be left with much power to do anything else. All you’re doing is causing problems for the rest of us. Leave Selene to her work.”

Artemis agrees. If even Poseidon thinks bothering the moon titan is a bad idea, then they should listen. Usually he can’t be bothered to have opinions about anyone outside of his own wife, and even that’s rare.

Zeus gives up. Time passes, as it does, and no matter how the sun bucks and fights against her brother’s grip, sometimes going too quick and then too slow, the moon continues at the same steady pace.

Artemis grows stronger beneath moonlight. This must be because of her worshippers, or perhaps her brother’s. She never answers any prayers for tides or from people lost in the darkness, refusing every attempt to give her a power not her own, but her silence doesn’t seem to discourage anyone. Under the night sky her chariot moves impossibly fast and moonlight seems to always find her through the trees, which makes hunting difficult, but she doesn’t dare complain.

She does not want to earn Selene’s ire.

But despite her best efforts, Artemis does not manage to avoid her attention.

She is separated from her huntresses, spending the third night in a row tracking down a leopard that Demeter claims she drove mad on accident. Artemis doesn’t believe her, but the truth is irrelevant. This creature stalks and kills with Demeter’s blessing upon it, taking down all manor of creature and person.

Her temples have been filled with those begging for her aid. She’s blessed many spears, but her blessing doesn’t seem to be able to outweigh Demeter’s.

That irritates her enough that she’s seeing to this personally. She’s going to skin that damn leopard and wear it’s pelt to the next meeting of the pantheon.

One moment she’s skulking beneath a canopy of leaves, following several drops of blood she’s convinced will lead her to her prey, and the next the hair of her arms is standing on end and her heart is beating fast enough to make her light headed.

She swings around, spear raised, convinced that the damn leopard has found her first.

It’s not the leopard.

“You are the one they are praying too,” says a woman, her body soft with roundness and with the palest skin Artemis has seen on a living person. The extra skin beneath her chin gives her a perfectly circular face and the pockmarks across her face and body are a perfect echo of the moon’s many craters.

Selene tucks her ink black hair behind her ear and looks at her with equally dark eyes.

Artemis was born long after the war with the titans and she’s never ventured into Tartarus. She had assumed their presence felt much the same as other gods, that perhaps it was similar to the feeling of getting caught up in Hera’s rage.

It’s nothing like that.

Selene’s power is like a physical weight, as if they’re suddenly underwater and it’s surrounding them everywhere. Artemis lets it push her to her knees, bowing her head and trying to force her heart to calm. “Titan Selene. I swear that I did nothing to encourage them. I have not claimed any of your power.”

She should have done more than ignore them. She should have toppled temples and killed dissenters. She should have redirected their prayers. Anything to prevent what’s happening now.

“Would you like to?”

Artemis risks raising her head. Selene doesn’t sound angry and she doesn’t look it either. “I don’t understand.”

Selene gestures to the sky. “The moon is different from the sun. The sun pushes forward on its own and must be restrained and goaded in equal measure. Untethered, it will still rise and set. The moon must be pulled. It wants nothing more than to rest and unprompted it will stay motionless. If I step from my chariot for even a moment, the moon halts. It is unmoving now, as we speak.”

Artemis looks up. The moon always looks still to her. She wonders if the tides have noticed the difference.

“I have not been able to walk among earth for more than a few moments since I forged my chariot, lest all that follow the moon also go still and silent. They call you a moon goddess.”

“Please don’t make me take your place,” she says, not above begging. If the goddess traps her on her chariot, Artemis won’t have a choice.

Selene smiles, amusement making her eyes sparkle like distant stars. “You are young. You could not survive the chill or the weight for long. But perhaps you could endure for an hour or two.”

“I don’t understand,” she repeats, but some of her fear is starting to recede. Selene is not speaking like she’s going to strike her or curse her.

“There is a man,” she says, then pauses.

“Oh,” Artemis blinks, then, “Um, that’s not really my area. I could ask my brother?”

Selene laughs. “No, that is not necessary. I just need time. Will you steer my chariot each night so that I may walk across the earth unworried? Then you shall be a moon goddess in more than name.”

A titan, offering to share power for so little a reward? There has to be a catch. “Aren’t you worried that I’ll take too much?”

“I am not a goddess as you are a goddess,” she says, her derision light enough that Artemis can choose not to take offense to it. “My power neither grows nor dwindles based on the opinions of mortals. If you gain more, I do not have less.”

It shouldn’t be that surprising. All gods have some level of innate power. But not like this, not something that could alter the course of a planet, not this large and this terrifying.

Artemis decides then that Selene must be the most powerful of the titans. Anything else is too much to think about.

“I accept,” she says.

Selene reaches out, wrapping her thick fingers around her wrist, and then Artemis is somewhere else and she’s freezing.

“You get used to the cold,” Selene says, nudging her to the front of her chariot. The starlight glitters beneath her, driving home how her own silver chariot is nothing more than a pale imitation, no matter how it shines. “I drive the chariot forward with own will.”

Artemis’s works similarly. She focuses, and the chariot lurches forward, but then it jerks backwards. She glances behind, seeing the massive moon attached to the chariot with pulsing, heavy black chains. She tries again, slower, but no matter how much power she puts behind it, the moon won’t move forward a single inch.

“It’s alright,” Selene says. “I’ll help. You’ll grow stronger.”

She leans forward and spits out into space. Her saliva splits into two and then grows, until two massive, pearly white great wolves are standing at attention. Selene summons more of that strange black chain, looping it around the wolves’ chest and forming a hook to pull it through the front of the chariot before handing the ends to Artemis.

They’re heavy enough that she can feel the weight dragging her arms down. “What do I–”

Selene whistles and then wolves bound forward. For a moment they just strain against their chains, but then Artemis adds her own power to push the chariot, and then slowly, painfully, the moon is dragged forward.

“Good,” Selene says, the word settling into Artemis’s bones. “Stop when you must, but not before. I will feel the moon’s stillness and return.”

Her disappearance leaves the air surrounding Artemis even colder, but she refuses to shiver and instead urges the wolves faster with a snap of the celestial chains.

~

Endymion spends most of his nights on the tallest mountain within walking distance of the city, tracking the stars’ movements so that his fellow astronomers can check their equations against the realities of the heavens.

It takes him much longer than his colleagues and he blames it on an unsteady hand.

The truth is that his hands are perfectly steady. He has a one tablet of star positions and several rolls of linens with paintings of the moon. He’s not a very good artist, but something about it compels him, and so he spends hours each night determined to capture ever crevice and angle.

“Why are you always looking at me?”

He startles, dropping his brush, and turns on his heel to see who on earth is up here with him.

It’s a woman, with long black hair and a large body. There’s a puckered line along her cheek and he resists the urge to press his fingers against it, to follow it’s path until his fingers reach her lips. The soft pink of her plush mouth is the only bit of color on her.

Her question catches up with him and he sputters, “I’ve never seen you before!”

He would remember.

“You are always looking,” she insists, walking towards him. “What do you see?”

“I really haven’t seen you before,” he says, but doesn’t move away when she comes right up next to him. This close, he can see some faint color in her cheeks. He wonders if there are any other parts of her that tinge from pale to pink.

He feels heat rush to his own face at the thought. The bright moonlight that lets him see her so clearly is the same moonlight that’s going to give away his indecent thoughts.

But she doesn’t call him on it, instead pointing down at the crumpled linen. “Why?”

“Oh,” he flushes even more. “I don’t know. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? That’s reason enough.”

Endymion waits for her derision, the same that he’s received every time he’s gotten caught, but instead she curls her hands into the material of his shirt and says, “I agree,” and then she’s yanking him down to press her lips into his.

He tries to convince her to follow him home, but instead she disrobes right there and he can’t argue with that.

“Be here again tomorrow night,” she orders when the sweat is cooling on their bodies.

She likes to order him around. He doesn’t mind. “Won’t you tell me your name?”

“I will not answer questions that you already know the answer to,” she says, and then kisses him again before he can argue.

He means to walk down with her, to escort her home at least, but the moment he turns his back on her, she’s gone.

It takes him seven more nights with her for him to work up the courage to call her Selene.

She smiles and bites his shoulder, the imprints of her teeth a perfect circle.

gods and monsters series, part xxxiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

#gods and monsters series #selene #artemis #endymion #greek mythology #asks #BEING-ELSPETH

[vulpes-fennec]

Happy Day 1 of @sjmromanceweek !!!

Move out of the way, Lady Whistledown. Prythian's most notorious busybody, the Suriel, is here to stay. Can you spot the little details about all the other ACOTAR characters?

Pairings mentioned: Helion/LOA, Bryce/Hunt, Hypaxia/Celestina, Day/Night

SPOILER ALERT: I’ve included Throne of Glass and Crescent City content. You can read the regular text below the cut!

Bounty hunters have pursued me for millenia, thirsting for the knowledge I possess. While I am flattered by the chase, I have found taking my observations to the pen to be far more fulfilling. You have never seen me, and rest assured, you never will. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly see you.  

Dearest reader, think of how the seconds and minutes of life’s events can add up to the precise moment where two strangers cross paths! I have been advised that the latest vernacular for such “serendipitous encounters” is the “meet cute.” It is not enough to simply meet. Rather, it is terribly important that it be cute. If you still do not know what this author means, perhaps some meet cutes from the Autumn Court’s Equinox Ball may enlighten you. 

Nostrus, the gallant prince of Adriata caught Selene, darling of the Night Court when she tripped down the stairs. The pair danced not once, not twice, but three waltzes by the night’s end. And Mariposa, Dawn Court’s dazzling courtier and apparent bird whisperer, rescued Tamlin of Spring from a chickadee brazenly yanking at his silky golden locks. The two were later spotted emerging from a closet, both breathlessly rumpled.  

But this author is more interested in a particular bond forged at the banquet table, over the plate of olveni (an appetizer made of goat cheese and strawberries, drizzled with tongue-numbing chili sauce). Helion of Day and Daphne of Autumn both reached for the last piece! This was the resulting conversation that transpired:

Helion: Well, well, well. A lady who can handle the heat! 

Daphne [lifting a flaming hand]: I don’t know what kind of ladies you’ve been talking to, but this lady certainly can. Shouldn’t a proper male be offering the last bite to the lady?

Helion: I’ve watched you eat all the olvenis the entire night…what happened to a little consideration for starving males like me?

Daphne [smiling]: Watching me the entire night?

Helion: Criminal, really, to not admire your fiery hair and bewitching smiles. 

Daphne [blushing]: Thank you, but you know it is not flattery that I want. 

Helion: Then I shall give you the last olveni, if you’ll dance with me. 

Daphne: Resorting to bribery now, are we? I didn’t realize that was the only way Helion Spellcleaver could get a female to dance with him. 

Helion [dazed]: Sweet Cauldron, she knows who I am…

[Daphne turns to leave]

Helion: No…wait! My lady, I meant no disrespect. I was too nervous to approach you before, you see, and it came out wrong. If you must go…at least tell me your name. Please. 

Daphne [turning back, extending a hand, palm up]: Well, my name is Daphne Ballentine. And you should eat the last olveni, if you want to keep up with me during the waltz.   

Helion [taking and kissing the back of her hand]: Well played, well played, Lady Daphne. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.   

Perhaps this author may find a new passion in play-writing…

Those wondering what it is like to tumble over flirtatious remarks, to be so attuned to each other that time and troubles melt away should ask Daphne and Helion, who certainly experienced the magic of young love that night. While Prythian’s nobility wound down their festivities, this author kept its eyes on another equinox ball taking place in Midgard. 

As Day and Night are equal during the equinox, it is fitting they arranged for a clandestine meeting at this celebration! And at a masquerade ball, where a simple mask effectively creates an aura of mystery. The temptation to remove one’s mask for an alluring stranger is strong, making the time ripe for drawing back the veils of golden flames and starry indigo sky.  

This author would have expected Day and Night to meet at dawn or dusk, kissing at the horizon and melting into each other as the earth spins round, but I suppose meeting at midnight is more romantic. Expectations, suspicions, and anticipation crescendo as the clock’s hands peak! Unfortunately this encounter was more akin to transiting celestial bodies—so close, yet so far—than a meet cute. Unironically, one party remains in the dark while the other spies their lover, as clear as day, from a higher vantage point. With such high stakes involved, what happens when duty to one’s role is in conflict with the heart’s true desire?   

For some, the answer is made clear. Bryce Quinlan, Autumn’s princess, has declared Hunt Athalar as her mate, making the Umbra Mortis the Prince of Fae! It is impossible to say how Miss Quinlan’s fiancé, Cormac Donnall, felt about this surprise announcement. The crown prince of the Avallen Fae disappeared shortly after, to the disappointment of Lunathion’s scheming mothers and eligible females. 

Of course, no scandalous evening would be complete if Miss Quinlan and Mr. Donnall’s engagement was the only betrothal broken before the night’s end. Two powerful ladies, both matched to other males, were found in a cloakroom in the throes of a passionate affair! Unions, made in name only. Relationships, harbored behind closed doors. Titles, bearing great responsibility. For these gentle souls, the answer to “love or duty” is more muddled. 

Tread carefully, gentle reader. For love can be a sensual dance, or a dangerous game. What does fate hold for these young lovers? Only time, and this author, will tell. 

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Dear Suriel, My (non-biological) brothers and I have been fucking (different) females in the same room, and sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be on the receiving end…is that strange? What should I do? Regards, A Concerned Bat 

Dear A Concerned Bat, only strange if you were biological brothers. If all parties are enthusiastically consenting to be fucked in the same room, then is it not just an orgy? But I do not know the exact nature of your relationship with these males. My two cents: reflect on your feelings. Have a heart-to-heart. And, if all goes well, perhaps pay a visit to the Day Court with them. Remember to practice safe sex!

#sjmromanceweek2023 #suriel's society papers #the suriel #helion x lady of autumn #quinlar #lidia x ruhn

[george228732]

Fylass In Wonderland -Chapter Three- Up and Down

Fylass, now reunited with Dolly, went towards the depths of the forest, and with each other's company, the forest seemed brighter and less dreadful than before; sure, this Dolly surely was odd, maybe like Selene, but at least Fylass doesn’t feel that alone now.

"So, Dolly… how did you end up in that situation?" Fylass said, referring to the vines and thorns being tangled around her before the penguin came. "...Dolly doesn’t remember… Oh well! If Dolly doesn’t remember, Dolly is sure that it wasn’t that bad!" Dolly affirmed.

"...Are you sure, Dolly? That seemed really painful, I know how painful thorns are after all…"

"Nope! Dolly didn’t feel a thing! Don’t worry, best friend!" Dolly said with a cheery tone in her voice. Fylass was feeling uneasy, but maybe she DID lose memories, or something like that; even though Fylass deep down knows that this Dolly isn’t the real one, or atleast, something along those lines is around.

"Oh! Best friend! Look at that!" Dolly pointed in the distance, still following the path, and sure enough, there was something there, a yellow wall, with a wooden door on it. "...A door? In the middle of a forest? Why?" Fylass was weirded out, maybe having walls with doors in the middle of nowhere was normal in this land? Tradition, maybe?

"Dolly didn’t remember this being here at all, best friend! Let’s see what’s on the other side of the door!" The doll said; she seemed too positive for Fylass’ liking, although she seems just as positive as the Dolly Fylass knows pretty well. "Er… Sure…" Fylass hesitated a bit, but at the end, they slowly opened the door.

Behind the door, there was a small, round room without decoration; the walls were the same yellow color, with diamond shaped patterns on them, a red and pink floor with the pattern of a chessboard, a table on the middle that had a golden key as small as an ant, and the weirdest thing of them all, was an incredibly small wooden door on the opposite wall, so small indeed, that only small animals could be able to use it. 

"Uh… What the…?" Fylass said with confusion.

"Best friend! Look! What is that itty bitty door over here?" Dolly said, pointing to the small door. "I don’t know, Dolly… I don’t think we can even use it, that is if there’s a potion or something that could make us small, ha…" Fylass said jokingly. Like if it was clockwork, Fylass received a small hit on the head, it wasn’t from Dolly though, since she was in front of them. "Hey! What gives?!" They were shocked to see Cheshire Selene being the one that did so. "Heehee, sorry, I thought you could use this, or something, see ya this time!" She said, leaving fast. Fylass looked down, to see what was the thing that hit them on the head. 

It was a small bottle, with the words "DRINK ME" written on a white label on it. "...What? What is th-" Fylass was interrupted by Dolly right afterwards. "Oh! A drink! Dolly sure was thirsty!" Dolly said as she picked up the bottle from the floor and took the cap off.

"Dolly! What are you doing! This might be something dangerous! I don’t trust this Selene!" Fylass said, although that didn’t stop Dolly. The smell of the drink was sweet, like candy, so that didn’t make Dolly hesitate either, and so, she took a sip.

"Mm! It tastes like blueberries! You should try some, best friend!" Dolly said. "Oh! No no, it’s fine! I am not thirsty-" After that, Dolly placed the bottle on their mouth, and they accidentally gulped the rest of the drink down. "...Huh, it doesn’t taste bad at all!" Fylass said. "I guess I could trust that Selene- '' Both Fylass and Dolly felt smaller, for some reason, and sure enough, they were getting tinier and tinier. "What the-... DOLLY, WHAT DID WE DRINK?!"

"DOLLY HAS NO IDEA, BEST FRIEND! DOLLY IS SCARED!" 

They ran across the room in panic, until the effect just stopped, and both the penguin and doll were as tiny as the door on the other side; quite convenient. "...Uh… What just happened?" Fylass asked Dolly. "...To be honest, Dolly has no idea, but hey! We can finally go through this door!" Dolly said, pointing at the door. Both went towards it; it was kind of slow since the entire room got bigger thanks to the drink’s strange effect, but they got there either way. The door was slightly bigger than the, so Fylass lifted Dolly up for her to turn the knob. 

"All good, Dolly?"

"Yes, best friend! Dolly almost reaches it…!" 

Dolly managed to grab the knob, until she noticed that the door was locked. "Uh… Best friend, the door… isn’t opening."

"What?! But, then how are we supposed to open-... Wait a minute…" Fylass remembered the key on the table, and put two and two together. "Oh! I know what to do! Let me grab the key!" Fylass said to Dolly, as they tried to use their wings… However, the wings weren’t there anymore, so Fylass just fell flat on the floor. "Best friend! Are you okay?!" Dolly said with worry, as she rushed to aid their friend. "U-Uh…Where are my wings…? Did they disappear or something?!" Fylass was really worried. Even though they didn’t use their wings often, they were part of them at the end of the day, and being without them was something really bad. "U-Uh, it’s okay! I can use my telekinesis to bring the key to me…!" Fylass tried just that, but it seems that that was gone as well…

"...W-What is happening anymore…" They were really worried, their only power was gone too? What else was gone? Fylass felt really helpless and defenseless without those things they had, and they were slowly falling into despair. Until…

"Wait, are you telling me that you didn’t even take the key with you?! Man, you surely are not the brightest fire on the chandelier!" Said a giant Cheshire Selene that was at the door. "You surely need to be careful, kiddo! This world doesn’t forgive in the slightest, and if you don’t pay attention, you will find yourself stuck in dead ends! Who knows, that might also be literal, haha!" Selene came towards the table, grabbed the key, and tossed it right next to Fylass and Dolly. "You sure are lucky to have me on your side, aren’t you? C’mon, grab the key, I am sure those guards are looking for you at this point!"

"...Guards! What are you talking about-" Fylass was about to complete the question but Selene was already gone. 

"...Wowie, Dolly surely has some questions! Selene isn’t nearly as compassionate enough with the rest, she’s just mischievous, although Dolly likes being around her!"

Fylass looked at Dolly again and wondered. "How weird can this world get…?" Nonetheless, Fylass grabbed the key, and with the help of Dolly, they managed to open the door. "Wow, that was surely a struggle…"

"What matters is that we can already cross!" Dolly said, opening the door. The other side was as tiny as the door behind it, perfect for our two characters, but what was surprising was that the White Rabbits were there too! Although, they seemed to be into a discussion.

"What are you doing?! If we don’t get to the Card Castle in time, we might get killed by the queen!" Wisp said.

"...I am perfectly aware of the circumstances around us, and so, I ignore them, for I know what I am doing." Singularity said.

Fylass and Dolly were surprised. "Wisp! You’re here!" The former said.

"H-Huh!? CLUB?!"

"...Oh, The Club is here, it does seem." The white and black orb said. "It is quite amusing to see you here."

"...Do we know each other? Fylass said.

"Negative, but I do know things about your character, Club. Or Fylass, whatever name you might prefer." 

"Hey! Their name is not Club, it’s Fylass!" Dolly said to both rabbits.

"... I am aware of that, doll. Either way, I assume you are going the same way as us, since I am also aware of what you are looking for." Singularity said in a monotone, yet ominous tone.

"...Okay then…?"

"...I’ll be quite interested to see how this story will go." Singularity said, and even though they didn’t have a mouth, Fylass could swear they were grinning.

"Can we just leave already?! The Queen is waiting for us!" Wisp said.

"...Indeed, let’s get going." And so, both rabbits ran to the depths of this new path.

"...What a meanie!" Said Dolly.

@ilikesillythingswooo

@moon-mage

@wyverewings

#fylass in wonderland

[tiny012]

I don't know what gripes my gears

Lets see

You know how to pronounce Japanese name which this case is Mamoru Chiba.

You know the translation of someone name which Protection of the Earth which you broke down the Kenji of it

You know his prince name Endymion come from the Greek myth of Selene and Endymion.

But you didn't do enough research to find the R memorial page ( which you could have found on miss dream) that place him at 18 by time the R movie hit. Meaning that he had to be at least 17 at the beginning of the 90′s anime since he's birthday didn't come yet. .Not 20 which just because Toei made the dumb ass deciding to change him from a high school student to a college student. 9 Which is an article talking about it here.)

Rough Translation 

Nakayoshi Sailor Moon R Movie Memorial Album, page 80. Japanese text: “アニメの衛が18歳ならば，14歳のうさぎとの年齢差は4歳”. Loose translation: “Assuming anime!Mamoru is 18 years old, his age difference with the 14-year-old Usagi is 4 years” 

Or Find the Role Playing Book ( which you also can find on Miss Dream) that got him at 17-18 years old.

The other come from the PC game  “ The 3d Adventures of Sailor Moon”

You didn't do enough research to know at that time the age of Majority of Japan was 20 which just recently change it to 18 on April 1, 2022. Meaning that he was still considered a minor and not an adult due the whole course of Sailor Moon since it was the early 90's

Which I have a whole essay talking about.

But you sit here call him an adult when he's 18 year old boy having dreams about his girlfriend dying and yes doing dumb ass decisions like being cold to her, not telling her what's going on or giving his best friend sister a ride and acting like he doesn't even know Usagi which is borderline abusive. Because yes he's WAY over his head and his brain is not mature enough ( since your brain doesn't mature until you are 25) to make rational decisions that he should have made during that whole thing.

Which I have also talked about...

Do your research on ALL of it if you going to talk about it.

#lord I just can't #i tried but I just can't #I clicked off Spotify so quick #I tried giving it a chance #but the first strike was calling crystal ugly for no reason in introductory episode #second strike was blantly not even talking about crystal while comparing 90's anime and manga which you could put crystal in there to talk #about the differences it did #and 3 and 4th was dealing with calling Mamo and grown ass man #and acting like he was making the decisions in the break up arc as an adult #and not a 18 year old teenager seeing his reincarnated girlfriend getting killed on their damn wedding day #and doing shit most def not rational #I really do get 180 hot when it comes to Mamoru Chiba #because I'm so sick of the shit his character get thrown at #yes the 90's anime fuck up character big time but gotdamn #can he have some grace #damn

[contrastparadoxx]

A Thread in the Weave

They met at the delivery entrance: a small cave opening in a deeply shaded grove meant so that goods could be passed along to the jades inside. But this time, something would be leaving the cavern. Normally Enhancer would have his companion come in, take a small rest before leaving, but something felt urgent about that night, and so the package was already bound and ready for delivery when they met up.

“Enhancer”

“Selene” the Jade relaxed when the purple stepped into view “You’re on time”

“As I always am”

“True enough, my friend, true enough. Are you quite prepared for this one?”

“Once again, I always am”

Another truth. Dressed in all white, with a hood pulled up, Selene would be unhindered in the sunlight, and there were plenty of ways for him to cradle his precious cargo without bringing any harm to them. And yet… Enhancer was still hesitant. This one was special. He slipped the white canister off of his back first, explaining as Selene himself slipped it on instead.

“Visi made that one special, should be grown by the time it’s needed”

“Lady Visioned has never let us down in that regard” he held his hands out, and finally Enhancer slowly, reluctantly, handed the package over.

Selene looked in the wrapping, and found a little jade in there. The movement of the blanket caused the little guy some level of distress, and the delicate insect like wings where a set of fins would be on a seadweller grub started to vibrate, causing a sound not unlike that of cicadas in summer. The purple tried to calm the child down, knowing noise like that could draw unwanted attention, while Enhancer reached into his robes and pulled out a smallish box. He used a small key to wind and open it, and set it by the grub, who was quickly quieted and pulled back to sleep by the music.

“…Take that, when you’re safe you can use it to calm him”

“This one means something to you, doesn’t it?”

“I’m one of the donors. But more importantly… I’ve seen the life his ancestor leads, not by his own choice, and I want something more for the little guy”

Selene nodded. He understood. It took a moment to tuck the grub into one of his specialty carrying pockets, and the musicbox in another, and with that he was off while Enhancer went back inside to come up with his own explanation behind what happened to the child.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

11 Sweeps Later…

It was the last song of the evening, and Elvium held still, waiting for the drop of that baton to signal the group to start. He sat in the middle-back of his section, right where he wanted to be, a hat securely hiding his ears, and the wings attached to such. The first drop, and they began.

For a few minutes at least, all the worries and stress of the world was gone. There was just the music, and the swelling emotions it evoked. It felt Right.

Afterwards, however, as the Jade packed his instrument away, the crash happened. There always was one after a concert, he never could fully understand why they happened, but it was inevitable. Sometimes he was lucky, it happened after he was already Hive with his Lusus, sometimes… less so. He let out a shaky breath, and put on a smile. He could get through this.

Elvium was lucky his fellow members of the orchestra knew him well enough to know about these crashes. A couple even knew how to look out for them, and one offered to carry his case so there was no risk of dropping it while he stumbled Hive. He took them up on the offer and the two headed out.

He was silent, and just listened to her talk, which she happily did to fill the silence, effortlessly carrying both of their instruments until she was able to hand his over and watch him head inside. For his part, Elvium made sure to carefully set the case down in its place, pull his hat off, then stumbled further in, trembling, to curl up at the base of what could initially be mistaken for a giant flower. Only its movement revealed it to instead be a Lusus, a praying mantis, there to protect him.

He reached under his pile of nesting type materials, and pulled something out. A few winding motions, and it began to play a familiar tune. It always calmed him, this song, and it worked this time as well, lulling him to sleep with little issue at all.

#My Writing

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 88- Genesis

Summary: The midnight hour has fallen. Will others fall with it? A race against time ensues to save the King after the clock strikes twelve at Chateau de Lioncourt. Where for art thou Thranduil?...and Caroline

Notes: Warning....*Death*

-And I have decided I will add brief summaries instead of not giving any at all.

All Hallows' Eve Midnight

As Selene stood up in her resurrected state, Michael bared all in front of everyone. He didn't even realize it from the shock of what had just occurred.

You tried to refrain from looking at his splendid, yet vulnerable form but it was kind of hard not to for Michael certainly was a beautiful man.

Garrett zipped over and gathered Michael's torn clothing and brought them to the battered man that he and Craven were sent to kill 20 years ago. For a vampire with a dead heart, Garrett always found ways to prove to you it was alive. Michael slowly reached out his trembling hands and accepted the garments as Garrett offered him a kind smile, then stood before him so he could quickly dress. Once he was fully clothed, Selene ran to him and they shared the most beautiful, tender kiss.

Your heart was aching. He kissed her in the same way Thranduil kissed you. Once they were finished canoodling, you did something you had never done. You ran up and hugged Selene. She gasped and held her arms extended out behind you in confusion of what she should do, for she certainly never expected such a gesture of endearment from you. She glanced at Garrett with widened eyes.

"Selene, when someone hugs you, normally you hug them back." Garrett snickered with a grin. Her arms then slowly wrapped around your back as if she were afraid she would break you.

"I am so glad you are alive and that you have the love of your life back." You released her and smiled. "I have come to think of you as my friend. I hope that is alright with you."

"I...I have never had a friend, but...I....yes...it is alright for I...I have come to think of you the same way. You...you saved my life....again. No one has ever cared for our existence like you have...well except for Michael." Selene smiled as her overbearing blue eyes gleamed with tears.

"And Michael...it is nice to finally meet you and see that you are alive. My name is Josie. I am King Thranduil's wife and Queen."

He extended his hand out with a smile to shake yours. A slight gasp escaped your lips at his searing body temperature as you grasped his hand. It was true what you had read in your fantasy novels. A werewolf's temperature was at least 108 degrees. It amazed you how a being so hot and one so cold were soulmates. Twin flames as you liked to call it.

"It is an honor to meet you Queen Josie of Mirkwood. I do know who your husband is although we have never met. The Elevenking of the Woodland Realm yes?"

Your heart smiled. "Yes, the one and only. I do not mean to be rude but I need to go. I must find him before my mother does. And...respectfully, Selene, will you be alright with Michael?" You had to ask considering he had literally just killed her and what if he shifted again.

"Selene. Her concerns are valid. You should go with Josie so you are safe." Michael urgently stated.

"No. I just got you back. I will not leave. Besides...did you think I came unprepared?" She brought her wrist up, revealing a silver bracelet with a small amulet attached. "I have worn it ever since you went missing in case I had found you. If you wear this, it will control the transformation. Yes, it is silver but not enough to harm you. You can still shift by your own control if needed but the moon will have no power over you if you bear this talisman." Selene quickly clasped it around his wrist and Michael immediately felt it's affect as it calmed him. She then turned to you. "Now....let's go get your man."

You, Julian, Garrett, Selene and Michael all sped off in search of Caroline and the Elvenking. Lestat's fortress was seemingly deserted but that was just the wing you were in. The colossal Chateau's size was immeasurable and that did not include the dungeon, endless catacombs and outside acres of grounds atop of the mammoth mountain. Finding anyone was going to be like locating a needle in a haystack. Why Thranduil, why did you have to take off without me? you thought.

The first place you headed for was Caroline's room. Every instinct in you told you there was something there. Garrett strolled beside you and had been quiet since you all had departed. You could tell his thoughts were awry. Your father's words of knowing his misdeeds towards you had really thrown him and the way Garrett had looked at the emerald earlier was that of pure disgust. A gem he was willing to kill for to claim what was rightfully his and he now wanted nothing to do with it for it also reminded him of what he had done to you. And then there was Richard addressing him as Roman, his given name....He was so ashamed of it all so he did what he did best. Turned to his humorous side to fend off having to feel real emotions.

"How cool is this though? It's like we're the Scooby Doo gang hunting the monsters. Like...your dad is Freddy cause he's tall and blonde. Selene is Velma since she's short and totally not hot...I mean literally, she's cold...and of course I'm Shaggy, you know, the tall funny guy with the crazy cool hair....and you...the hot as ever redhead Daphne. And the best yet, there's Michael who can be Scoob since he is a dog. All we're missing is the mystery machine and some Scooby snacks."

"You found it so incredibly hard to be mad at him for joking at a time like this. In fact, you adored him because he was actually able to make you unwillingly giggle. "You found it so incredibly hard to be mad at him for joking at a time like this. In fact, you adored him because he was actually able to make you unwillingly giggle.

Julian turned to Garrett with a glare. "All we are missing is my daughter's husband and you should be one that is hunted for you are a monster."

"Daddy! Please don't...he was only trying to make me feel better."

"That will be quite enough Josephine. You never could see the difference between a frog and a prince with all of your childhood fantasies but you are not a child anymore. It is time to grow up and see what is truly in front of you."

Your eyes swelled with tears by his scolding of you. Your father was the sweetest gentlest man you had ever known but he had his cross side. One that made you hide under your covers when he and your mother fought. One that thwarted off the boys as you were becoming of age. Needless to say, he was a huge factor as to why you never had a boyfriend. Peter would have been dead long ago if Julian had ever gotten a hold of him.

"Athair, respectfully, the world I live in is exactly that of my childhood fantasies. It is real. You of all people should know this."

Garrett was fuming that Julian had upset you with such harsh words. "Respectfully, it seems you are a warlock and a spook all rolled into one. I believe that makes me not the only monster that is present." Garrett projected sarcastically with pursed lips as his blue eyes then glowed of red and his clenched fists that hung at his sides glowed of fiery orange.

"Whoa! Stop. Both of you!" you shouted as you physically intervened between them with one hand on each of their chests.

"Spook might be a term in your cartoon world pertaining to ghosts, and some may also use it in a different classification to refer to my profession but the proper term is Shadowhunter." Julian snarled.

"Shadow....hunter? Wh...what is that?" you asked.

"It means he hunts those like me Josephine. Witches, vampires, demons, werewolves. The list is infinite of the evil that is out there. In fact, he hunts his own kind...his brother Jareth, but with just cause." Garrett explained.

"But...Garrett...Michael...Selene...none of them are evil father! You will harm none of them! So how about we focus on the ones that are, like Caroline and Raven!" you snapped and stomped off into your mother's corridors as if you were still that rebellious teenager.

"I refrain from doing my duties only because of my beauty's affections for such beasts but it does not pardon you, for if you harm my child in any way, I will unleash a hell you have never known." Julian then continued into Caroline's chambers.

You began scavenging through Caroline's belongings. Her sizable vanity held quite the arranged display of ritual like attributes. You noticed the clock on the wall....12:20 am....and your heart began palpitating. As you frantically fumbled through the cluster, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror and had to look twice. Then you screamed as you saw your neck. It had some strange symbol on it that resembled a tattoo. Garrett was at your side in milliseconds.

"Josephine...what is wrong??"

Your eyes were wide with confusion and fear as you pulled your hair to the side and stared at it.

"My Jo...do not fear." Julian whispered as he then stood behind you. "It is a rune. A mark of your clairvoyance. I bear one as well on my forearm. My powers have awoken yours from our first touch. You are truly now a Shadowhunter yourself."

You couldn't stop gazing at yourself. "I do not know what this means, but if it means I am destined to hunt evil beings, I don't want it! I have had my fill of evil to last me an eternity. I just want to go back to when I was happy with Thranduil! When nothing could touch us!" A memory flashed through the mirror that only you could see. A time when all was right in the world with you, your King, Legolas and Tauriel. Your wedding reception. You were all so carefree, even the Elvenking. He was laughing. A rarity that was. He was finally happy. You finally had your happily ever after. All of your little family was laughing in slow motion before your very eyes and they were all yours and you were theirs.

You squished your eyes shut, forcing all of the tears out that teetered on your lower lids. Haldir's voice echoed in your mind. "You cannot go back."

You gasped and sprung your eyes open. "Like hell I can't!" You immediately began rummaging again. "There has to be something here that...."

And there it was...underneath a pile of books. A spell for October 31st on the full moon with the word Elvenking written in blood...and then under that was another paper and the first word that popped out to you was....chamomile....the one thing your father always drank.

"That bitch!! She did some ritual against my husband! I knew it! I knew she did something. So many omens pointed to it." you began to sob and shiver. Julian picked up the paper underneath it.

"This one...it is the spell she had placed upon myself. All of the ingredients used in her red clover syrup are listed." Julian reeled in fury.

You jumped as the clock chimed 2 times at half past midnight. Out of the room you raced as every tick of the clock's hand could be felt like a pulse in your chest. Everyone then chased after you.

Thranduil, Legolas and Haldir were quite far off near an old broken down stone building that appeared to be one of the many entry ways to the catacombs. Thranduil had picked up her scent earlier and followed it there. The crow circled above in the bright moonlit sky cawing 3 times. The moon was so full, it almost appeared to be daylight. Haldir peered up at the bird he had many encounters with on yours and his endeavors and knew of his warnings. Warnings that held true every time he came around. Luckily for you, he had warned Haldir of Alfrid's evil in Laketown which in turn aided him in saving you from the putrid man's disgusting intentions upon you. The prophetic black bird was one not to be ignored or taken lightly. As connected as Thranduil was with animals, he paid him no attention as he scoured the area.

Thranduil stopped for a moment as his sight went blurry. "Adar...are you alright??" Legolas asked in concern as he steadied his father by taking ahold of his arm.

The King yanked his arm free. "I am fine. Let us keep moving. She is near."

Legolas and Haldir then cautiously carried on behind him. Haldir knew Caroline was indeed near as he felt her evil immensely.

And she certainly was.... watching them all like a lioness on the prowl.

Thranduil suddenly picked up your scent and his eyes went wild searching for you. "Josephine!" he called to you and darted off to follow your trail of aroma that flowed through the brisk breeze. He halted to focus as he caught a glimpse of you heading towards the catacombs with your knife in hand. At least he believed it to be you as your smell invaded his keen elven senses.

"Thranduillllll." Your voice called to him in a teasing matter. It echoed through his mind in a muffled tone. All of his senses were shutting down causing him dire confusion.

Another muffled voice called out. "Adar! Stop...it is not her! It is the witch!" Legolas grabbed his father's arm.

Thranduil spun around with an angry disoriented mien on his face and then drew and began wielding his swords at Legolas and Haldir with lost eyes. "Keep your distance!" Thranduil was in a state of dementia and stormed off after you, the one thing that kept his focus.

Legolas and Haldir began to trek after him until Raven reared her ugly head, fangs and all.

"Hello boys. Miss me?"

Legolas and Haldir swiftly drew their bows.

Thranduil entered the broken stone fixture in a disarray with his swords sheathed as his eyes shambled about.

He no more than turned the corner and there Caroline stood with malevolent eyes as a piercing hot sting sliced into his core just beneath his armor. Thranduil's mouth hung open in shock while Caroline cackled.

"Goodnight sweet King. Lights out."

Just as Legolas fired his arrow, Raven vanished before his eyes.

The Prince then charged off after his father with Haldir in pursuit.

As both the furious and frantic elves scrambled inside where Thranduil had entered, he nor Caroline was not anywhere to be seen. Legolas was stopped dead in his tracks as he smelled something. He took a few more curious steps and halted. There at his feet was a small pool of blood. He squatted down and dipped the tip of his finger into it, then brought it to his nose. Legolas' face grew grim and pale as he breathed it in, then tumbled back onto his butt with fearsome eyes. "Adar...." he whispered.

You and your company had seen Legolas and Haldir enter the stone structure and came rushing inside.

"Thranduil!!!!" you screamed.

There sat Legolas on the ground staring at his bloodied fingertip and Haldir peering down at him with dismay. Then you smelled it. Your husband's blood. You could never forget it from the time he was shot with Malsin's arrow or when the vampires attacked him at Peter's cabin. You dropped to your knees in front of Legolas like a sack of potatoes, searching for air.

You finally found a breath and sputtered out your words in a shrill cry. "Wh...where is...my...husband!!!"

@redeemer46

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[healingheartdogs]

Heavy content concerning cancer and euthanasia ahead.

Need to call the vet today. We made a follow up appointment for a month out the last time we went in but I'm thinking that was probably an overly optimistic time frame. When she called to give the cancer screening results she asked us about whether or not we were potentially interested in chemo and we said we needed to talk about it and she told us to take our time and that he should be okay for as long as this round of meds he's on (2 weeks). The swelling in his face, legs, and throat is already back though and he's starting to lose coordination again, although he is still up and being more active so far and walking on his own which he couldn't last week. He's also starting to not want to take his pills but only the antibiotics, he still is taking the three pain meds he's on easily enough. He is especially avoidant of the amoxicillin which I have to give him twice a day and it's becoming a struggle. I think he must have decided it's making him feel bad.

Those few good days after he got antibiotic shots at the vet last week really had me getting hopeful for a moment, but now seeing him start to get sick of his meds and deteriorating again I'm wondering how I could possibly maintain his QOL to put him through chemo. Especially because he is fear reactive, he is a bite risk, he is terrified of the vet office, and he has seizures when he gets stressed out. Our last vet visit was short and sweet and painless so it wasn't so bad for him, but I can't imagine the care required for chemo would be that way. And what would the end goal be? Just keeping him alive longer? From what I've read remission for lymphoma tends to be very temporary, and everyone I know who has lost a dog to lymphoma is telling me they regret prolonging life as long as they did for their dogs.

I keep going through this over and over in my head and talked about it with Selene and we both agree that we have doubts about our ability to keep his QOL up for something like that. Logically, I know what the choice that will cause the least suffering in the long run is. But there's such a loud voice in my head screaming furiously at me that I can't give up on him yet because he wants to live and that if I don't try everything first I'm failing him. I think no matter what choice I make here I'm going to be filled with a crushing amount of regret, either for waiting too long and prolonging suffering or because of all the what ifs of making an earlier decision and the more active role that makes me play in choosing for him to die.

#its almost enough to make me never want to get attached to a short lived domestic animal again #banana #lymphoma #euthanasia #euthanasia tw #cancer tw #my dogs #this is just emotional rambling and talking through things with myself yet again feel free to ignore it

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.4 Tsukinami Shin [TRACK 4]

Original title: 本当の気持ち

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 4 Tsukinami Shin [CD not owned by me]

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Seiyuu: Morikubo Shoutaro

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TRACK 4: GENUINE FEELINGS

Shin bursts into the room.

*Thud*

“Hey…! Are you alright…!?”

*Rustle*

“Haah, haah…Your breathing’s shallow…Let me feel your temperature.”

*Rustle*

“Your neck feels hot. You’re definitely running a fever. Haah…Always causing me trouble. Hold on one sec, okay? I’ll remove the handcuffs.”

*Cling cling*

*Thud*

“...Eh? What was that? I can’t hear you.”

You repeat your words.

“...!! …Heh. That’s some big talk for a mere human. I’m not doing this because I want to eiーー No. This won’t get me anywhere. …My bad. I was wrong all along. I’ll apologize, so let me take care of you? I wouldn’t…want you to die. Originally, I would have never cared if you forgot about me, or even died right here. However, being forgotten by you hit me hard…Heh. I’m a fool too, aren’t I? ーー I’m sure you’re much more precious to me, than I ever even realized. 

…Oh well, I guess there’s not much of a point telling you that now that you’ve lost your memories. You probably view me as an aggressive monster right now, don’t you? But you knowーー You chose me regardless. You were the one who decided you would be with me…no matter how cruel I treated you, right? So don’t forget about that! You can forget about everything else…but at least remember me!”

You tell him it’s fine.

“...Eh?”

You give him permission to look after you.

“...!! Really!? You don’t mind if I touch you?

You explain.

“Ah…Right. I guess it’s true that there’s nobody else you can rely on right now. You never had any choice in the first place. …But well, you actually asked nicely, so I’ll forgive you for denying me earlier. I will…nurse you back to health as well.”

*TIMESKIP*

“Ugh…When do I know that the towel has been wrung out enough?” 

You ask him to show you.

“Ah, I wasn’t asking you, really. Just keep quiet, okay? I can do this by myself!”

Shin continues to wring out the wet towel.

“...There we go. This should do, right? Well then…I’ll wipe you down. …Actually, you wouldn’t want that, right? So let’s put this on your forehead instead, okay?”

*Rustle*

“How’s that? The cold must feel nice, right?”

You thank him.

“...!? You really are a weirdo…Thanking me like that. Have you already forgotten about all the horrible things I did to you?”

You note that he’s kind for doing this.

“...!! Kind…!? Hmph. Even though I’m just nursing you? …You’re way too easy. Oh well, I guess this just proves that even without memories, you’re still the same person deep down. 

…I think I’ll stop trying to force you to remember for now. No matter how hard I try, it won’t work on that idiotic brain of yours. But in exchange…I won’t be holding back once you recover from that fever. So you better brace yourself, okay?”

You chuckle.

“...!! What are you grinning for!? Geez, you sure know how to piss me off, even in your current state!”

You start to shiver.

“...Hm? Are you cold?”

You nod.

“Has your fever gone up maybe…? In that case…Come here for a sec.”

*Rustle rustle* 

“...Hmph. Why are you freaking out over a little hug? …I’m sure you’ve forgotten, but this is how wolves huddle up to share their warmth. Although I’m not as warm as a human is.”

You ask him what kind of creature he is.

“...Umh...I’ll explain what exactly I am later, okay? For now, just focus on getting better. …Haah…How do you feel? Gotten a little warmer?”

You shake your head.

“I see. I guess it was no use after all. …Then what if I do this? Mmh…”

*Smooch*

You squeak in surprise. 

“Once again, no need to freak out over this. …Say, I guess I can’t suck your blood, huh?”

You flinch.

“...No need to obviously tense up like that. I won’t force myself on you but…It’s just…It’ll help you take your mind off the fever and work up a sweat as well so I figured it’d be worth the try, that’s all. 

I’m sorry that I’m not a professional when it comes to taking care of a sick human. I just randomly came up with the idea, so feel free to forget about what I said if you’d like.”

You give him permission. 

“...!? …What?…Are you being serious? You seemed so reluctant earlier. Just how easy is it to change your mind?”

You explain. 

“...!! …Excuse me? I can’t say I appreciate the condescending tone. Geez… ーー It might only make matters worse, you know? Will you trust me regardless?”

You nod.

“...Okay. In that case, I better live up to your expectations. Can I suck from your neck?”

You tense up again.

“Ah…Can you relax your shoulders? I won’t be rough. I promise I’ll suck you gently. …Hahn.”

Shin bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nnh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“...Hah. Does it feel good? Your body has heated up…Your face is flushed. And it’s not just from the fever, is it? I can tell…Somehow your blood tastes vaguely different as well. Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Nnh…Ah. M-My bad! I went a little overboard just now…What am I getting all desperate for, huh? …Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Like this I’m just lightly nibbling your skin but…Do you actually prefer that?”

You nod.

“I see. In that case, I’ll continue doing it like this for a while. I’m rarely this gentle, so you should be grateful. Hahn…Nnh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh…”

*BZZZZT*

“...Mm…!?”

You frown.

“It’s…nothing…”

You continue to be worried. 

“I’m fine…okay!? …You should just focus on the feeling of my fangs, okay…? Ugh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Ah…Kuh…Argh…It hurts…! Ah…Fuck…!!”

*WOOSH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers para-selene #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[female-fogbank]

Thank you @selene-ships for the prompt Christine x T'Pring 'On an away mission'. I had to take a few liberties with this prompt but I hope you enjoy it! You can read on AO3 here

Christine smiled as she watched the fox-like creatures roam, the beautiful paradise they landed in only moments ago. She stood on the back ramp of the shuttlecraft. Her medkit by her feet was ready to go as soon as the others were ready to move.

“The crash site is just over the ridge. It should take us at least an hour to get there,” Spock told them, they had been hiking over an hour to reach the crash site.

“Could you have not parked any closer?” La’an asked Erica, she and Spock had been mapping out the best route to the crash site. A small Vulcan transport vessel had crashed on the planet three days ago, as the Enterprise was the closest ship in range they had been tasked to search for survivors. 

“It’s the best I could do, this isn’t the greatest terrain not to mention the atmospheric interference was playing hooey the shuttle craft’s systems. We should all be grateful we got down in one piece,” Erica told them as she was already into the guts of the shuttle craft trying to find a workaround for their current power issue.

“Are you going to be able to get us back to the ship?” Una asked.

“Yeah, and if not, we got enough pattern enhancers to punch through the atmosphere back to the ship. Leeman and I have got this,” Erica assured her.

“Alright, let’s move out. Leeman, Ortegas, keep the door shut after we leave,” Una ordered, Christine picked up her pack and stepped out of the Shuttle and waited for the others.

“Will do,” Erica said, Christine smiled at her as Erica gave them a wave and shut the door.

The rescue party moved out. Christine followed in the middle with Spock as Una took the lead and La’an followed behind them. She didn’t bother trying to make conversation as he’d frozen her out since their…well her decision to end their relationship. She knew he was just taking his time to reconcile with what happened between them and T’Pring.

“Do we know who is on this ship?” Christine asked, breaking the silence as they were close to ship. She and M’Benga had been tied up in medbay with an emergency appendectomy to get the debriefing. M’Benga would’ve been on the mission but he’d been needed to stay on the ship.

“It’s an Ankeshtan K'til transport. It carried three personnel and one prisoner,” La’an told her.

“Not that he was referred to as a prisoner, or even dangerous,” Una said, correcting La’an and making it clear that if there was a danger it didn’t come from their allies but more from the surrounding location.

“Is T’Pring on this ship?” Christine asked out of curiosity.

“Yes,” Spock replied in a curt manner.

“There it is,” Una said, the crashed ship was finally in sight. It looked like it had come down hard. 

“The ship is beyond repair, there is no power. I am only reading two life signs, Vulcan,” Spock said, he read his tricorder.

"Alright, let's tread carefully and keep our eyes open, Chapel, you're with me. La'an with Spock, take the lead," Una told them, she and La'an raised their weapons at the ready. They barely stepped into the craft when they found two bodies that were wrapped in cloth.

The further they went in, the more it amazed Christine that the ship was still somewhat intact. She watched as Spock gently tapped La'an's shoulder and pointed in the direction of where the readings were coming from. They heard a growl of frustration echo through the darkened hallway.

Christine watched as Spock and La'an disappeared, "All clear! We need a medic!" La'an shouted a few seconds later. Una stepped out of the way, Christine walked through the hallway as it opened up into room that probably once upon a time been a ready room.

The room was trashed, but there was a small lamp that swamped the room in a soft orange glow. In one of the chairs there was a Vulcan male tied and gagged to a chair, unconscious.

At the other end of the table sat T'Pring with a bottle in her hands. She looked completely wrecked compared to Vulcan who was tied up. Her clothing torn, she had bruising and lacerations. Her beautiful long hair was a tangled mess. Her face was drawn in pure exhaustion and resignation.

"Oh Great, Nurse Chapel here, isn't this just another unpleasant surprise,” T’Pring slurred, Christine's went wide at the comment as it was very un-Vulcan of her. In fact, she looked and sounded drunk.

“Brain injury?” Spock asked in a dry manner, he kept his distance. Christine moved to T'Pring's side and dropped her medkit on the floor and opened it to grab her tricorder.

“Maybe?” Christine said, she scanned or tried to scan T'Pring but she squinted at the bright light, “Don’t move, you’re injured,” Christine told her.

“ Amazing, Nurse Chapel, what other banal observations will you be regaling us with before you’re of any use," T'Pring snapped as she smacked Christine's hands away from her. The tricorder scanner flew across the room and hit the wall.

“T’Pring, look at me," Christine told her, she decided to assess her old school style as T'Pring was clearly light sensitive. She caught T'Pring by the chin and tried to get T'Pring to comply but she was recalcitrant.

“Must I?” T'Pring asked, her tone dripping with contempt. Christine deserved it. She just wished it wasn't with their audience. She picked up the bottle and took a long drink. 

“Are you drunk?” Christine asked her incredulously. She managed to snatch the bottle from the woman and sniffed it. 

“It’s water,” T'Pring told her. It smelt like water to Christine but she passed to Spock as she knew Vulcans did not get drunk off of water.

“It is not water,” Spock told them.

“Looks like water, smells like water and tastes a little sweet, but otherwise it is wartner," T'Pring shrugged, she huffed a sigh and reclined in a rather unladylike manner. She closed her eyes and looked ready to drift off to sleep.

“It has a chemical structure very similar to alcohol,” Spock informed them.

“How much have you had to drink?” Christine asked her, when T'Pring didn't answer her immediately Christine shook her. "T'Pring!" She prompted.

“Leave me alone,” T'Pring grouched.

“Nurse Chapel is trying to help you," Spock told T'Pring. 

“Spock, La'an, I need your assistance in here," Una called from the hallway, before T'Pring could deliver a scathing remark, Spock escaped the room. La'an hesitated for a moment.

"I'll be fine, I got this," Christine assured her, La'an nodded and disappeared. Christine took a deep fortifying breath and turned back to T'Pring.

“Look, I know this is awkward. But we are here to help you," Christine told her, she grabbed her scanner and picked up her tricorder.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” T'Pring said, she looked around for her drink and looked mildly annoyed to see it missing.

“Well, you got it, so suck it up buttercup and sit still,” Christine told her in a firm manner. T'Pring raised a questioning eyebrow at her, but this time sat still. quickly scanned T'Pring and got all the answers to her condition.

“I can see why he chose you, you’re everything I am not," T'Pring drawled, she reached out and curled a finger in one of Christine's silver locks. Christine let her do it as it gave her the time to quickly scan her and got all the answers to her condition.

“I doubt that,” Christine said, as she could definitely see the similarities between them in this moment. She picked up the dermal regenerator from the kit and moved in closer to heal T'Pring's facial lacerations. 

“Emotionally free to feel as you wish, unburdened by societal obligations,” T'Pring said in a distracted manner, it was more like she was talking to herself than Christine.

“T’Pring, are you-” before Christine could ask her question, T'Pring kissed her. Christine froze in shock as it was the last thing she had expected. Just before Christine could react, T'Pring pulled back,  “Whoa, ok. What was that?” Christine asked her as her cheeks flushed.

“Mere curiosity," T'Pring said as she sat back in her chair.

“And?” Christine asked wryly, her heart was pounding in her chest, desire pooled low in her belly. She was a redblooded woman who was kissed by an absolutely stunning woman. Of course, she rationalized that even the briefest kiss would affect her.

“Truly lacklustre, I find myself deeply disappointed by the experience," T'Pring informed her, the scathing review stung Christine's pride.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me. Maybe if you gave me time to prepare, it would've been better," Christine snapped, she knew it was petty to react to someone who was drunk. But she liked to think herself to be quite a great kisser.

“I was led to believe your assignation with my ex-fiance was on the spur of the moment. If I were to throw away everything I worked so hard-” T'Pring started but Christine cut her off. She kissed her, she didn't lay some chaste kiss on her either. No, Christine kissed her with a passion she wanted from her lovers. 

The kiss was supposed to prove a point, but somewhere in demonstration Christine lost herself. Maybe it was the softness of T'Pring's lips, the taste of her or how her hands came to rest on her neck, stroking that erogenous zone below her ears. All Christine knew was that T'Pring lit a fire in her body. Pleasure rolled through her, drowning her senses as it pulled her under. Christine wasn't the only one unaffected as T'Pring moaned and melted into her arms. 

Someone cleared their throat, Christine pulled back and saw T'Pring looking just as dazed with desire, breathing hard like her. Her lips glistened from their kiss. There was a new tension between them that Christine could never imagine, it wasn't the mistress and the scorned ex. It was a kind of sexual chemistry Christine hadn't felt in a long time. It was electrifying and so delightfully forbidden.

"Yeah?" Christine asked as she found her voice. She didn't look back as she knew she'd betray herself. She'd chastise herself later for being inappropriate but for now, she could only feel what she did.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to move out," La'an drawled, Christine could only imagine what she was thinking. She heard the Lieutenant's footsteps move to stand in the room.

"I just need ten minutes," Christine told her.

"I'll be right here," La'an assured her, Christine nodded as she got to back to what she should've been doing which was working.

Chapter two on AO3...where things get steamy

#t'pring x chapel #T'Pring x Christine #christine chapel #t'pring #star trek strange new worlds #star trek: strange new worlds #star trek snw #star trek: snw #sexy enterprise bingo #t'pristine

[shallyne]

Because you're my Friend Part 8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 (Alternative Ending)

New chapter! Part 8 of 11!

TW: none

Feyre and Rhys have to make yet another decision regarding their future. + Archeron sister bonding at the end of the chapter

Year Two

Feyre and Rhys continued to date in secret, though it probably wasn't that big of a secret anymore. She knew that at least Mor and Azriel were suspicious.

Feyre and Rhys talked everyday and even if it was almost the same as the year before it felt totally different.

All in all, life was really great for Feyre. She was happy. She was doing great in college, she made a lot of new friends that she hung out with at school and Mor and Feyre met a lot more. They also talked more together as a group, Feyre, Mor, Rhys, Azriel and Cassian. If it was them all playing some games until late in the night or just videochatting.

One weekend Feyre visited Mor at her college and they made the 3am decision to dye their hair. Mor dyed some strands of hair pink. Mor loved it but they were already faded, she told Feyre that she would totally dye them again. Feyre dyed two strands of her hair a dark purple. She wouldn't dye them again, not that they look bad but she just liked her natural hair.

They reached November and the temperatures were getting cold. Feyre was glad. Although she loved summer, autumn was her favorite season. She could finally cuddle into Rhys's sweater that she stole before he left to college again.

Feyre just ate dinner with Naya and Selene when Rhys called and told them that he couldn't make it home on his birthday because it was on a tuesday and he had a few exams that he had to write that week, but he would visit the following weekend.

His birthday arrived and Feyre just leaned against a wall and took her gloves off to call Rhys. It didn't take him long to pick up.

"Hello, Feyre darling." he said. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"It's your birthday, isn't it?" Feyre asked.

"It is." he said. "But you already congratulated me this morning."

"Oh, you already have enough of me, hm? Should I hang up again?" Feyre teased him.

"What? No! Don't you dare." He said.

Feyre giggled. "Okay, then tell me how your exam went."

"It was good. I hope. I have a good feeling." he said.

"That's good." Feyre said. "And what have you planned for the rest of the day? Moping alone in your room?"

"No!" he snorted. "I wanted to call you tonight."

"That's not necessary." Feyre said.

"What?" Rhys asked. "What does that mean?"

"Open the door and find out!" Feyre said.

"What-" Rhys began but Feyre already hung up. A few moments later Rhys opened his door and looked around until he found Feyre. She grinned and threw her arms up "Surprise!"

He still looked shocked when she threw her arms around him but he tugged Feyre closer and hugged her tightly. "How?"

"I took a flight." Feyre said. "I couldn't leave you alone on your birthday."

He laughed, still in shock. "That definitely is a surprise."

"A good one I hope."

"The best." he said as he backed up a bit. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. When they parted he smiled at Feyre and tugged her inside his room.

"Wow." Feyre said. "A room all for yourself, must be nice."

Rhys chuckled "I take it Ressina still tries new hobbies?"

Feyre smiled as she took off her coat. "She does. This week's obsession is soap making but luckily she does it at her girlfriends apartment and not in our tiny room."

Rhys grinned as he threw her coat on his desk chair. He put his arms around Feyres waist "I am happy you're here."

"Me too." she said. "I missed you."

He kissed her again, softly. Before Feyre could get lost int his moment she pulled back "You really wanted to do nothing on your birthday?"

"I told you, I wanted to call you." He said.

"That's all?" she asked.

"That's all." he said. "But now you are and I couldn't be happier."

For the rest of the day they just sat together and talked about everything. They cuddled and ordered food and watched a movie.

It was late evening when Feyre cuddled into Rhys, laying her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder." How are you feeling?"

"Full." he said. Feyre laughed. "I told you that the springroll is too much."

Rhys kissed her temple. "I should have listened to you, do you forgive me?"

"This time." she murmured.

He chucked as he tucked a strand of hair behind her hair. "I am also feeling very grateful for having you here with me. The day was perfect, couldn't have been better."

"Simp." Feyre said giggling. She knew that he was rolling his eyes without looking at him. "It couldn't have been better, hm?"

"Sounds like you're planning something." Rhys whispered in her ear.

"Maybe." she kissed his jaw. "It depends on you."

"Oh?" he asked.

Feyre shifted and found herself straddling Rhys. She smiled at him as she unbottoned her shirt. He sat up, holding her hand gently.

"Do you not want this?" she asked, lowering her hands.

"Do you?" Rhys asked. "Are you sure about this?"

"I am." she said, looking him in the eyes. "I was never so sure about anything." she smiled again. "What about you? Do you want this?"

He nodded and smiled at her. "Yes."

Feyre let out a breath that she didn't know she held and kissed him, deeply.

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The rest of the week they spent every free minute together. When Rhys was in classes Feyre explored the campus and after Rhys showed he rhis favorite places. They spent the days exploring the campus and part of the city and the nights they kept exploring each other.

One day Rhys told her he had a surprise for her and gave her a small black box.

"I thought it's your birthday and not mine." she said.

"It was supposed to be your birthday present next month." Rhys said.

"And you couldn't wait?" Feyre teased him.

"No." he said. "Now open it."

Feyre did. Inside the box was a beautiful golden necklace with three overlapping circles. Her breath hitched "Rhys-"

"I saw you looking at a similar one a few months ago. I couldn't get the exact same but it's very close." he told her.

"That's too much." she whispered.

"Not for you, Feyre." he said. "Never for you."

Tears were dwelling in her eyes when she kissed his cheek. "Thank you." she said. "Can you-"

"Of course." he said, taking the necklace. Feyre held her hair as he put it on. She looked down at the necklace. "It's beautiful."

When the weekend arrived they both traveled back home together to celebrate Rhys's birthday with his family.

They all had a great time until they had to part again on monday. Tears were flowing but they all promised each other to come back for christmas.

The weeks go by and everything is perfect. Mor and Feyre still visited each other often, Feyre decided she wanted to start to work out and Cassian showed her some exercises she could do. She also went to the cinema with Mor and Azriel. Feyr ekpt the daily contact with Rhys and during the holidays they were inseperable. Though something changed mid january.

Rhys got kind of distant and everytime Feyre asked what's going on he said "Nothing." or he changed the topic.

Feyre just put away her phone after checking for a response the the 100th time that day when Ressina entered their room.

"Oh see, you're visiting me again. I thought you forgot about me." Feyre said.

Ressina rolled her eyes but smiled at her. "We just talked yesterday. How is it going with your painting, by the way? Did Mrs Polina tell you anything?"

Feyre shrugged her shoulders. She tried not to think much about it or she was about to go insane. Just the thought of her painting hanging in the Rainbows best gallery made Feyre almost explode with excitement, but nothing was sure yet. She didn't hear anything from her professor if the artist chooses her painting. "Not yet."

Ressina nodded. "If they don't use your painting, they're stupid." she twirled a black strand of her hair around her finger. "Don't look at me like that, I mean it. I saw the other paintings, yours is the best. Did I ever lie to you?"

"No, you didn't." Feyre said. "But you like to keep some information to yourself."

"Like?" Ressina asked.

"Who's your girlfriend?" Feyre asked.

Ressina grinned at Feyre and said "Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

Feyre rolled her eyes at the topic change. "What?" Feyre asked, playing with the necklace that Rhys gave her a few months ago.

"Do you want to get a coffee with me and mmmmmhhhh-" Feyre raised an eyebrow in anticipation. "My girlfriend!"

Feyre gasped. "You want me to meet her? Now?"

Ressina nodded. "She's already waiting."

Feyre jumped up, grabbing her keys and her wallet. "Yes! Let's go!"

"Wait, you have paint on your paints." Ressina said.

"And you have paint on your sleeve?" Feyre replied.

Ressina looked down at her sleeve, shrugged her shoulders and turned around. "Let's go, then!"

Feyre followed her to a sweet, little Café and Ressina went straight to a table. Soon enough Feyre spotted a familiar blonde.

After she greeted Ressina, Mor turned to Feyre, smiling. "Surprise!"

"That IS a surprise!" Feyre said, hugging her best friend. They all sat down and Feyre asked. "How? Since when?"

"Well..." Ressina said. "We started seeing each other like, a year ago?" she looked to Mor who nodded. "But officially we are partners since july."

Feyre smiled and took her friends hands. "I am so happy for you!"

"You are?" Mor asked, smiling at her.

Feyre nodded. "Of course! You deserve it, both of you."

They talked for two hours until they went back to their room. Feyre took a look at her phone. Still no answer.

At the beginning of february Feyre got the great news: her painting will hang in a gallery. Officially. For everyone to see.

Excited she called Rhys.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Rhys! It's me!" she said. "Guess what happened?"

"I don't know, what happened, Feyre?" he asked.

"My professor just called me and told me that my painting is going to hang in Velaris best gallery! That's huge, Rhys!" Feyre said, probably squealing at this point.

"Wow, congrats. That's exciting, Feyre." Rhys said, sounding nothing like he meant it.

Feyre stopped pacing around the room, Ressina threw her a asking glance.

"Are you okay?" Feyre asked.

"Yes, I am fine. I-" he sighed. "I am very excited for you, Feyre. But I have to go now, I have an important exam tomorrow and I have to learn."

"Oh." Feyre said. "I am sorry I didn't mean to bother you. Well, good luck for your exam."

"Thank you." he said. "I'll talk to you later."

"I love you." Feyre said.

"I love you, too." he said and hung up.

Feyre put her phone away and sat on her bed. Ressina came to her and took her hand. "Maybe he's stressed. It's huge Feyre, you can still be happy. That's your first step into your career."

Feyre smiled. "You're right. It's...I am so excited."

"As you should!" Ressina said.

More time passed until it was the end of March. Rhys was still distant to Feyre. She tried to not let it bother her, her painting hung now in the gallery and people complimented her style and her painting. She should be happy, she should be over the moon.

Rhys visited Naya a week before he was packed with exams. Feyre used a quiet day when Naya and Selene had to go shopping and got back home to talk to Rhys.

She found him in the garden, training by himself. "Rhys?" she asked, playing with her necklace.

He turned to her. "Feyre." he stopped exercising. "I wanted to see you later. I guess you were faster again." he smiled.

Feyre didn't return the smile. "Can we talk?"

"Of course." Rhys said.

They sat down on a bench and were silent for a few moments until Feyre asked "Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No! Of course not, Feyre. You're perfect." he said.

"Then why are you so cold towards me?" Feyre asked. Before he could deny it, Feyre added. "You barely call me, if we talk then because I called you. You barely answer me, you keep your answers so short and you don't even bother to answer your texts until I remind you to answer me."

"I am sorry." Rhys said. "Its-I am stressed. College is getting hectic now and I realized that I neglected schoolwork and my grades just got worse. I don't want to be cold towards you. I didn't want you to feel like this. It's just...a lot, right now."

"I am a lot?" Feyre asked.

"No, you know that's not what I mean!" Rhys said. "College right now is important, Feyre! It's not community College, I don't have the free time-" he stopped himself when he realise what he said. He sighed. "I don't mean community College is not important." he tried to take Feyres hand but she pulled it back, trying to half back her tears.

"You're right." Feyre said. He looked at her, shocked. "College is a lot right now and I am holding you back. That's what I was worried about, remember? I don't know why I even thought this could work."

"Feyre." Rhys said, silver lining his eyes. "Do you want to take a break? Please, don't. We can make it work. I promise."

"No, I don't want to take a break." Feyre replied. His shoulders sunk in relief. Feyre put her hands behind her neck and fumbled with the clasp of her necklace. When she got it she continued "I want to break up."

He whirled his head to her. "Feyre-" tears where rolling down his cheek.

Feyre wiped them away as she said. "I never doubted for a second that you are the right person for me, Rhysand." her own tears were rolling down her cheeks. "You know I love you, right?" he nodded. "And I know you love me but maybe that's not destined to be our path. At least not right now."

"I don't want to lose you." he said quietly.

Feyre took his hand, putting the necklace inside it. "You won't. I am still here and I am still your friend. You can call me anytime."

Feyre stood up and walked towards the door, shortly before she stopped and turned around again. Rhys was still sitting on the bench, staring at the necklace. "Rhys."

He looked at her.

"Keep studying. You have a goal, you want to take over your father's business. You know you can do that, you're the smartest person I know. Don't let anyone stand in your way, okay? Not me, not anyone, not your own doubts. Focus on your goal." Feyre said. She didn't wait for his answer or even a nod, she just turned around and left. She didn't have a plan where she was going until she realized the route. Sighing she wiped her tears away and went Nestas and Elains new apartment.

A little later she sat on their couch, Elain filling Feyres tea cup.

Nesta sat down beside her "What happened?"

Feyre shrugged. "Life."

Nesta sighed. "Please don't be cryptic."

Feyre smiled slightly. "You remember Rhysand?"

Elain looked up. Nesta nodded. "Yes, of course. Why?"

"We tried the relationship thing." Feyre said. Elain gasped.

"She cried, remember?" Nesta said to Elain, who cringed and sat down on Feyres other side.

"I didn't cry." Feyre said.

Nesta just threw her a look that told her she didn't believe that but gestured her to keep talking.

"We were great. You know? For about... A year and a half? Not even." Feyre took a deep breath, stopping the tears from flowing again and told them the whole story.

Elain held her hand while she told them and Nesta just sat there and listened until she finished.

"Do you want me to go over there? I can-" Nesta began but Feyre interrupted her.

"No, don't. Please. I just needed to get out of there and I can't go into my dorm right now. I don't want Ressina to ask endless questions and I don't want Mor to tell Mor, yet." Feyre.

"I would go to Rhysand." Nesta said.

"I know." Feyre replied. "Thank you."

"Do you want to sleep here?" Elain asked. "You can sleep on the couch. Don't worry, it's really comfortable."

"One night, then I will be gone." Feyre said.

"If you want." Elain said. "But the couch is yours whenever you need it."

Nesta nodded and squeezed Feyres hand.

Elain looked nervously between the window and Feyre until Feyre asked "What?"

"Hm?" Elain asked.

"You want to say something. Just say it."

Elains cheeks began blushing as she asked "Did you-" she cleared her throat and lowered her voice "Did you lose your virginity to him?"

"No." Feyre said. She could have sworn Nestas let out a relieved sigh before she took a sip of her tea.

"Okay, so you didn't sleep with him-" Elain said.

"No, I did." Feyre said.

Nesta spit out her drink. "What?!"

"Nesta, I'm twenty! When did you think I would start to have-"

"That's not why I am shocked!" Nesta interrupted her. Feyre stopped talking, surprised. "Does that mean you had your first time with Tamlin?"

"No!" Feyre said.

"Don't scare me like that." Nesta said, holding a hand over her heart. "I thought you slept with him."

"I did." Feyre said. Nestas face was shocked again. "But he wasn't my first time."

"Then who was?" Elain said, her voice still lowered as if she was scared someone could hear. "Was it Isaac Hale?"

"Oh, we did it too but my first time was with Cresseida Summer. We got close during our summer job at the pool and she invited me to hang out with her and you know. It happened." Feyre said.

Nestas mouth was open as she stared at Feyre. Suddenly Feyre felt really small, realizing what she just told them. She tried to backtrack "Cresseida and I were just-"

"I don't care about Cresseida!" Nesta said. "Isaac Hale? Where did you do it? In his barn?!"

Feyre just grinned at her sister who slapped her hand over her face in frustration. "God Feyre, you chose to worst guys to be with."

"Does that include Rhysand?" Feyre asked.

"Yes!"

"You know, Rhysand wasn't that bad. He was pretty good actually. He was very good." Feyre sighed remembering their nights together.

"Feyre." Elain laid her hands on Feyres knee. "Nesta didn't mean their performance. She meant their personality."

"Oh." Feyre said. "Rhysands isn't that bad, either. You just have to get to know him."

Nesta snorted. "I rather not, thanks."

Feyre chuckled.

They watched a movie together that evening and the next day Feyre was back in her dorm, like she told her sisters. She just told Ressina that Rhys and her broke up but she didn't tell her any details.

To stop herself from wallowing in self pity Feyre drowned herself in studying for oncoming exams and finishing art projects that lay around half finished. She answered some emails that came in because of her painting in the gallery. A month later she got an internship for that gallery for the next college year. She was so excited but Rhys was still missing in her life.

They didn't talk, not privately at least. Just through their family chat.

When they met at the end of the year they barely changed any words and it when it was just them two they stood together in awkward silence until someone joined them.

She barely spent the summer with Rhys or her friends, but she did a lot with her sisters. As much as she missed it to spend time with Mor and Cassian and Azriel, she was glad to spend time with Nesta and Elain. It was nice to tell each other of their lives and just getting closer again. That summer she realized how much she missed her sisters and how glad she is to have them finally back.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #Acotar fan fiction #Acotar fanfic #Acotar fic #Acotar au #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #rhysand #rhys #high lord rhysand #high lady of the night court #feysand #feysand fanfiction #feysand fan fiction #Feysand fanfic #Feysand fic #Feysand au

[crystalelemental]

I think now’s a good time to talk Alola Villain Arc.  “But...Kalos isn’t even over ye-” Yeah but this is important.

Friends.  I am officially preparing myself for the worst with Alola VA.

Look, there are a lot of possibilities, and they’re all not ideal.  The one consistency is that so far?  Every region got protagonist alts.  The only exceptions, in a roundabout sort of way, are the Kalos protagonists (who could still get something but god I hope not since they literally just got alts), and Rosa/Nate who are BW2 specifically.  There is a very, very high chance of Selene and Elio alts.

Similarly, most regions (not all, but most) get their Champion in there.  Johto and Unova are thus far the only ones who didn’t.  I feel like there’s actually no chance in hell that Hau or Kukui get alts here.  I don’t think either carries much popularity, which was the defining factor behind Lance and Alder’s lack of presence, while Iris just got something right before.

Antagonists, hilariously enough, have been inconsistent.  Archie and Maxie didn’t get anything new, nor did Ghetsis.  Lysandre remains to be seen, but he hasn’t even shown up yet, so who knows.  The antagonists themselves are not a given, and considering Guzma and Plumeria do not seem to have much popularity...I’m not sure they’re getting anything either.  Which kinda sucks, because I feel like this should be their chance, and it’s just not gonna happen.

Which leads to my biggest concern: Aether Fam.  Listen, they are what Gen 7 is about.  No one matters like they matter.  Lillie has gone almost a full year without an alt, and if you think she’s not hitting 6 with the VA you are out of your mind.  Gladion is a possibility because of the family association, but is far from guaranteed.  I’d just be real mad if he got nothing.  But the big question...is Lusamine.

Lusamine feels like she has at least some popularity behind her.  I’m not gonna say a ton, but at least some.  The problem here is Maxie and Archie.  When villains don’t get a new alt, their Master Fair gets rerun.  Lusamine...has a prior Master Fair.   That has not yet been rerun.  Which means...they could set Lusamine aside, rerun her old Necrozma alt, and call it good.  Which means no Nihilego.

And to be honest, this seems wildly likely, given the direction of Kalos’ VA.  They seem inclined to just...side-step Lysandre’s ambitions.  I’m not even sure he’ll play a major role.  Instead, their focus has been on...Looker.  Who I like!  Looker’s a cool guy, I am 100% on board with Looker-centric story.  Better still, this points to Anabel.  If Emma gets something with Kalos, Anabel gets something with Alola almost for a certainty.  Which is sick.  But also means...story-wise, the focus is going to be on just the impact of the UBs as a threat to Pasio overall, with Lusamine being incidentally associated as an expert.  They’re not going to focus much on her as a character, just like they’re not with Lysandre.  And that...sucks.

Because it paints this idea that the VA alts are going to be protagonists, Lillie, Lusamine rerun, introduction of Anabel as a general pool.  Which isn’t a terrible spread, but once again sidelines the villains in their own stories.  And I’m kinda bothered by that?  I don’t like that Ghetsis didn’t get anything with Unova.  I don’t like that Maxie and Archie are side-pieces whose presence gets one-upped by Giovanni again.  I don’t like that we’re gearing up for Lysandre to be borderline irrelevant in his own arc.  And if they do it to Lusamine, who remains my favorite antagonist, I’m gonna be bothered.  I just...feel like these arcs could be doing better about emphasizing the villains.

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[kim-poce]

Pretty Prey 8 - Side Effect

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CW: blood bag whumpee, vampire (sus) caretaker, blood-driking mention, mind control power reference and effects, vampire whumper.

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Many things changed after Allen became a vampire’s pet, one of them was the fact that he “wants” to feed Selene now, not truly, but he feels like it after she over and over again used that freak power on him, it’s as if his body wants its blood to be drank.

It has been two weeks since Athan took him in, he seems to be really focused on healing Allen up and returning him to his owner, apart from that he isn’t bad (well, Allen had to compare him to Selene so the bar was really low), he doesn’t give words that Allen is unable to obey, and he also doesn’t drink from him at all, which is good but… it feels wrong, Allen feels like him must feed someone.

It was an odd feeling, and not that strong but it got side effects. For example, him from ALL PEOPLE was getting more aggressive, he isn’t aggressive, he isn’t at all, still, he is talking back more and more, he glaring, he isn’t himself.

“...Why?” Allen asked himself one day all of a sudden, looking at his wrists, which were full of bite scars. “What did she do to me?”

“Food isn’t supposed to run away, and if they do run away and attack someone it will be easier to take them back,” Athan answered from the stove, making Allen flinch, he didn’t know he was being so obvious about his wonders.

“Then why doesn’t she just make me not want to run? Can’t she do that instead of playing with my nerves every time?” Allen shouted, swallowing hard and looking down, this isn’t him, it isn’t, he isn’t like this, he isn’t, he isn’t. “I’m I-I’m sorry, I- I didn’t I-”

“Because this wouldn’t be fun,” Athan answered, he had his normal smile, the same one he used while luring Allen out of his hiding spot, and the same he uses when talking about how long it’ll take for Allen to be a proper food again. “A prey who doesn’t want to resist is no fun, but I prey who wants but can’t is Selene’s favorite.”

Sadist fucker. Allen thought, forcing himself to shut up, he doesn’t know how much talking is enough to get the freaking smiling vampire mad, and he certainly doesn’t want to find out.

“Here,” Athan said, walking closer while holding a plate of food. “I took out the carrots, you don’t seem to like them.”

I don’t but… “Why do you care? Shouldn’t you give me healthy things by force so I can be a better food or whatever.” Allen sounded more bitter than he intended, after all, want it or not the vampire was being considerate, but maybe he got too much anger bottled up and is just venting it on the eerily calm vampire since he can’t as much as lift his head in front of the actual source of his anger.

Athan paused at that and Allen froze, he should’ve kept quiet, he shouldn’t say this, he shouldn’t give the vampire ideas, he really really shouldn’t. He looked down, curling on himself and covering his neck with his hands.

Athan moved, he flinched, the vampire crouched down and he whimpered.

“You talk a lot for someone this scared,” Athan said, he had his normal smile, always the same fucking smile. “Would you believe me if I say I just don’t want to make things worse?” The vampire slid the plate in front of him. “I won’t make the situation better, since you are still Selene’s food, so at very least I shouldn’t make it harder on you, right?”

“S-Should I thank you f-for it then?” Allen dared, he was getting too bold, he better his this defiance once he is back with Selene else she will be really really angry, maybe Athan is keeping quiet but telling her everything? Fuck. If he tells Selene will have his skin, she will fuck break him more than ever, she will-

“I’m not doing this for you,” Athan said, taking a spoonful of food, “I’m doing it for myself, now open your mouth.”

Allen took a deep breath, “I c-can do this on- on my own.”

“As you wish,” Athan put the spoon down and got up. Still smiling “Call me when you finish it, I’ll check your body later.”

What is the deal with this guy? I just… I just can’t understand him at all. Allen swallowed hard before starting eating, his mind traveled in wonders again, but less scary wonders this time.

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[thecandywrites]

Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna Chapter 2

Ok, top left corner- is our big Papa Bear- Sir Broman McGee, who is a knight through and through. Because our Stasi needs one hell of a father to make up for the piece of shit that sired her. And Selene needs a man who will prove that not all men are abject garbage.

Chapter 2

For two weeks your mother and yourself fled on foot, stopping only to rest a short while during the day, in safe spaces where you were hidden by the underbrush and fallen trees around you so you would be hidden from any other who would be in the forest as the animals themselves seemed to branch off and find new homes in the new parts of the forest, far away from the hunters from the army. You ate wild berries and other wild edible foods when you found them, washed in the creeks and rivers as you crossed them. You only stole what you could quickly grab from the gardens at night of the first four villages along the way to keep yourselves from growing too hungry when all the food you both had packed had run out. 

But the music Luna played when you saw the first four villages was bad- foreboding music and it was a sign that Luna had seen the village and knew that it was no place for either of you to call home, or that the coming army would come to ravage this village also. 

You crossed your father’s homeland’s border undetected but still gave the first two villages you found past it a wide berth because many who had fled the army before from the other villages had also come there. They had refugee camps that many of the village’s men could use as their own brothel in exchange for food and clothing. And Luna knew that you and your mother would be victims of rape if you stayed in them. 

But at the third village inside the border, the music was happy and peaceful. There was a castle of stones that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. And the village around it was as large as all the other villages you had crossed so far combined and your mother said it was so big it should be considered a city. Cities were good, they were large and should have merchants who visited regularly and that the people of the city shouldn’t bat an eye or think twice about seeing an unfamiliar face and it would be easier to blend in- in it. 

“We made it Mama! We’re home!” You cheered excitedly when you saw it at the edge of the woods.  

“We might be. But first, we must get cleaned up and get ready to approach it. I will need you to help me talk to them. For they will know a version of your father’s language. So you will be able to speak to them best. I will need you to speak for me. Luna says that she will translate their words for us to understand and she will help you find the right words to speak so we can communicate accurately. Once we get cleaned up, we will go to the castle. We will ask if they have room in the city for another dyer. We will show them our best work and show them the book we have made that shows what colors we do in order to show them what we can do. If they say yes- then we will find a place to stay. If they say no- then Luna will show us another place to call home and we can sell the extra bottles of dye concentrate to the city’s dyers to at least get enough money to buy more food for our journey to the next place Luna could take us to.” Your mother instructed you before she brought you to a creek and washed both of you and your clothes in the creek. She braided your hair in a special pretty braid before she braided her own hair in a similar way. 

Once your clothes were dry, she got you both dressed and put your cloaks away and bravely, the two of you walked into the village, through one of the main gates since there was a wall around the castle and a smaller wall around most of the city with some settlements being outside the outer wall belonging to farmers so they had easy access to pasture. The castle walls had a gate in each direction and roads coming to and from it and another wall around the city itself through many gates, on many roads, all of them guarded. Many others were coming in and leaving as the guards looked at you and your mother curiously as you walked into the city but were not stopped and questioned. 

Once inside the outer gate, you were happy when you saw all manner of people here. You saw not just humans but merchants that were Elf, Orc, Rakshasi, Gnoll, Dwarf, Troll and many more you couldn’t know. Your father’s village had been a human only village but even there, your mother and yourself stood out. So here, you didn’t feel like you stood out that much anymore. But while you saw many kinds of humans, none were quite like you. Some had the fair skin you did, but not the dark hair. Or others had the black hair but not the pale skin. And none had the same eyes that looked like the full moon. But with such variety, surely your eyes wouldn’t be something that others would be disgusted or weary of. 

However, most of the people stopped to stare at you but once you gave them a friendly smile, they returned it easily enough. Even the non humans stopped and stared in surprised awe at you and your mother, dressed in clothes that were styled like something that they couldn’t quite put a finger on exactly where they had seen such styles. But very few had ever seen the kind of material your clothes were made of. 

You finally made it to the outerwall of the castle to the gate that had it’s drawbridge down and other merchants and business owners were passing on it without any kind of problem or interference, usually with just a look and a nod. 

“Halt! What business do you have here?” One of the guards questioned you as your mother and yourself tried to cross the drawbridge that covered a moat. 

You looked anxiously at your mother for help for her to tell you what to do but all your mother did in response was to look pointedly from him to you to answer him. But all you saw was his weapons pointed at you- you panicked and became fearful since you suddenly stopped hearing anything from Luna. No words, no music, nothing. 

“Um, we… we..” You stuttered and stammered nervously as the soldiers moved their weapons closer to you with a wicked smirk to see you so visibly scared before you finally heard Luna’s voice-

“My child, a savior and protector, is coming to help you.” Luna whispered in your head as you looked past them to see a slightly older man, he had hair and a beard as red and orange as fire itself. He was very tall, and very big, his chest was like a barrel that your father would drink wine and ale from at the taverns. But upon hearing the soldier’s inquiry curiously turned his head and came over to investigate. He had his hair cut short, with bits of gray starting to streak in his hair and large bushy beard. He looked even meaner than the guards that were threatening you. He practically towered over them, most of their heads only came up to his shoulders. He was in full plate armor with a thick layer of chainmail under it on his body with his helmet on a loop on his waist, but upon seeing you, he blinked in surprise then looked at the others and his face set into a hard glare as he came over to you and to the other guards.  

“What in the seven hells is wrong with you?! That is a young innocent child! Have you no sense?! Why would you put your sword in her face like that?! What threat could they possibly pose?!” He barked at them before they stopped and quickly put their weapons away and straightened up a nd tried to apologize.

But he was already furious with them and he yelled at them some more- in more words you didn’t know or understand but his tone and the way the guards reacted showed that they were just as scared of him as you had been of their weapons, if not more so. Even their knees began to buckle and shake, causing with bits of armor they were wearing- causing it to clatter as they shook like a leaf and cowered towards him and under his scruitiny.

Then he started dishing out punishments, which Luna translated for you- which was to cart away the human manure from the privies in the castle for weeks. And if they tried to argue or beg or plead for mercy or leniency, he either gave them worse jobs for longer or simply told them to do it for the next several months. He was obviously their superior and he was taking their treatment of you- a stranger to himself but a child nonetheless- as a personal insult and an insult to the honor and pride of their city and their castle guard code of honor and the honor of the Lord and Lady and threatened to report their behavior to the Lord and Lady and have them removed from their post and their wages stripped and given to the poor. And did so- so loudly that every guard within earshot and even the ones on top of the wall overlooking the gate could hear and quietly snickered their laughter at the expense of the offenders and insisted that they too would bear witness to back this overseer’s claims. 

“I’m very sorry about their rude behavior. What can I do for you Miss?” He asked you after he got done yelling at them. But his words and tone towards you was completely different. It was soft, gentle and even kind. He even put on a friendly and inviting and pleasant expression to help you not be so afraid of him as you had to crane your head all the way to look up at him before he took a knee so he would be more or less eye level with you to help himself not look so intimidating to you. 

“Here he is my child. He is your protector and savior, you can trust him. Talk to him. He will help you.” Luna encouraged you before she helped you find the right words to say to him.  

“We, my mother and I, we..um…my father dead, father’s father and mother all dead, family all dead. War…war burned our village down. We..we got out, we ran um, before-um, before army could hurt me, force me to lay in soldier’s tent and before they make mother do the same. We..travel here, we spent all money trying to get here. We have nothing except what we were able to grab before we leave. We ask..we came to ask, King and Queen of castle- to change cloth.” You stuttered as you gestured to show the words you were having difficulty saying in his version of your father’s native tongue of Flannish. Then you picked up your own clothes and held it tightly in your fists. 

“We change color of cloth, for more money, for food and for…for house.” You managed to say in the same accent he was speaking in- of the dialect of Flannish he spoke as you prayed that Luna helped you to say the right words in the right way but his face showed that he understood what you were saying and was nodding in understanding. 

“Ok. We will ask. I’m sure there is enough room for you here.” He reassured you with the same surprising kindness and gentleness. 

“Let them through, they are refugees. They have a trade, they only wish to ask the Lord and Lady if they may practice their trade here. You shouldn’t have stopped them.” He insisted before the guards nodded and moved aside so you could pass. The overseer gestured for you to go in before you grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it before you put it to your forehead. 

“Thank you for listening and understanding despite.. different words.” You thanked him earnestly as his smile was so soft and tender since such an action was practically melting him from the inside out. 

“You’re welcome, come, I will take you to them myself.” He insisted as he didn’t want to let your little hand go, he was adamant he was going to get you into the Lord and Lady’s court as soon as possible because the man had nieces and nephews your age and all he could think of is if the same thing had befallen them, he would hope that they would be given the same kindness and courtesy. 

“What’s your name?” He asked as you smiled and continued to hold his hand with one hand and hold your mother’s hand with your other hand. You didn’t want to let go of the one person who Luna told you was your protector and savior. She told you that he was a good man with a good heart. Who may not be handsome in face, but was handsome in personality. And who would never hurt you or harm you or your mother, and that he was trustworthy and dependable as you reached up as high as your little arm could go to keep ahold of his hand since he was so tall, but you could still hold it comfortably, even though your own little hand seemed to be swallowed up by his own hand. But he held your hand with a surprising amount of gentleness yet firm enough to keep you close and keep you safe.  

“My name?” You tried to repeat back to him with the same accent as he nodded. 

“Anastaschia. My father called me Annie, my mother calls me Stasi for short. I prefer Stasi though.” You answered. 

“Oh wow. That’s quite the name Stasi. What’s your mother’s name?” He asked. 

“Seleneeschia. But she can go by Selene for short though.” You answered. 

“Oh wow, ok then. Very pretty names.” He praised as he knew he would butcher if he even tried to say such pretty names as that, even as foreign to him as they were.  

“Your name?” You asked him as he led you through the castle with just a wave of his hand, meant that none of you got stopped and could keep on walking. 

“I’m Sir Broman McGee, I’m a knight for Lord and Lady Bathes, Captain of the Castle Guard.” He answered before you tried a couple times to pronounce his name correctly back at him before you finally got it right. 

“Perfect, that’s how you say it.” He praised before he got to the Great Hall of Castle Gronloe and spoke to the doorman of who he had with them and why you were here, even if he had to make the petition himself.

“Ok, I’m gonna go ahead and introduce you to the Lord and Lady of the Castle, their names are Lord and Lady Bathes and then when they call you- you come and stand next to me ok?” Broman offered. 

“Ok.” You nodded before you reluctantly let go of his hand so he could approach the Lord and Lady as they sat on their special high and carved chairs with a series of things laid out on the table between the two chairs. 

“Captain McGee, what petition do you have?” Lord Bathes requested curiously because Captain McGee had never really made any kind of petition at their court before, even as decorated as a knight and champion as he was, so for them, they were curious to see what it would be.

“Two refugees have come to Hestra. A widow and her daughter, by the names of- what I can pronounce- Selene and Stasi. They are fleeing a war that burned their village to the ground. They are dyers by trade. They wish to take up residence and practice their trade here.” Broman explained. 

“But we already have dyers.” Lady Bathes frowned before an elven woman, who was standing tall and could see over the crowd that was in the hall- could see you and your mother, and in particular- saw what you were wearing. Her eyes got wide in excitement because it had been a very long time since she saw such splendid fabric. So she bent over and whispered to Lady Bathes. 

“My Lady- you will want these dyers in Hestra. Just see for yourself what they might be capable of.” She suggested. 

“Very well, have them come forward.” The Lord decided as he motioned and Broman looked back to your mother and beckoned you both over before you bravely took your mother’s hand and stepped forward before those in the hall seemed to part for you. 

You and your mother walked up to them and the light streaming into the windows came in at just the right angle to make the moon muga silk of your clothes shine, glimmer and gleam with gold in the tan and almost a shimmer of an ivory pearl too of the fabric. It even had hidden patterns in the fabric that the Lord and Lady both gasped to see it before your mother and yourself bowed respectfully as even Broman was in awe to see your clothes for what they really were.

Especially since he had been previously too preoccupied at seeing your precious face and think you were just darling and adorable. And when he found that you were fatherless- he had instantly wanted to adopt you. Because his fatherly instincts in himself had been awakened and kicked into gear the moment he saw you. As if you were his child borne to him and he got to see you for the first time out of the womb after waiting his whole life to meet you. And even if the Lord and Lady were disinterested, he would find a way to help you stay in Hestra. If only to look after you to protect you from any and all others because the thought of any other causing you or your almost distractingly beautiful mother harm was outright abhorrent to him. 

“What is that cloth that they are wearing?” Lady Bathes asked her other women of the court as they stared at it too. 

“Oh my gods, that’s beautiful fabric with even prettier maids wearing it.” Lord Bathes praised which earned a quick but almost undetected by everyone else except you, when you saw it and at once realized the true intention of Lord Bathe's flattering words. But you could not offer offense. But instead pretended that you didn't see it and put on a pleasant smile nonetheless.

“How is such fabric even made? It's like pearls and strands if gold are woven into the fabric in a brocade.” Lady Bathes asked the others. 

“I have no idea. It’s a closely guarded secret among most weavers. But I think it has to have a very special thread.” Her ladies answered

“My mother- she calls this cloth- moon muga silk. It comes from worms that turn into butterflies.” You tried to answer them. 

“Ah, it’s silk. From caterpillars. And in the world of silk- muga is the rarest with moon muga being the most sublime because the fabric practically glows with light, as you can see. It’s famous in the great cities, and comes from the spice countries. From what I understand, the muga moths are only in the wild, not like mulberry silk moths that have been domesticated. It’s notoriously hard to work with, and that color is it’s natural color but obviously it’s been woven into brocade. It’s also very hard to dye but when one can dye muga silk. They can dye anything. Even dragon silk.” The elven lady supplied. 

“So, this is what my mother and I can do.” You began before your mother handed you her book that she used little swatches of fabrics of every color in the rainbow and beyond. 

"May I show you?” You asked as you held the book out to them.

“Yes please, come child.” They warmly invited before you put the book down on the small table between them and turned the pages, telling them the names you knew for the colors as they gently corrected you about what the “proper” names of those colors were in their language. And each color came with swatches of what that color looked like on various kinds of fabrics. And how long it took to dye each color. And how hard it was to get certain shades of certain colors and therefore which colors were the most costly because of ingredients and labor involved as the Lord and Lady had never seen such a huge array of hues. Because the dyers here could only do a small fraction of this and the dyes themselves had to be redone every year. But you said that your colors stayed true no matter how many times they would be washed because your process permanently fixed the color to the fabric. And that the fixer to get the color to stay was half the cost of the dying fees and half of the dying time because it was a very special blend. But once a fabric was dyed and fixed into that color, then, as long as they didn’t use bleach on the fabric- it would stay that way, even in direct sunlight. Especially the reds since the reds always faded in the sun quickest. But that the reds your mother and yourself made- never did. 

 “If you provide cloth, we provide color.” You finished. 

“My Lady, these are clearly master dyers. To let them go to any other city will be Hestra’s loss.” Lady Bathes' other ladies of her court urged her as even Lord Bathes’ men did the same. 

“So what do you need?” Lord Bathes asked you. 

“My mother and I need a home. And a place to grow our plants that we get these colors from but some of the plants are toxic, so the garden must be protected so others can not accidentally poison others. And a space, probably away from others, because the smell of work is bad. But the cloth needs to be washed, so a home with lots of water. And to be able to charge a fair price for our hard work because things to dye are expensive to buy and make. But we need to not pay too much in rent so we have money for food for ourselves. Please.” You requested. 

“Oh that can be arranged. We have the perfect place for you. Captain McGee, if you would be so kind as to take them to the house that the old leather worker- Landy Brollins used to have before he died. It should be cleaned out by now and there shouldn’t be too many neighbors in that neighborhood. And if they need more space, they can expand if they need to. When you have settled, come back and let us know you are ready to work, and once you have dyed our fabrics first to our liking, you shall get a seal to sell your trade in all of Hestra and become part of the dyer guild. By all means, charge the people of Hestra a fair price for your trade. And your rent shall be according to your profits because of your high expenses.” Lord Bathes decided. 

“Hand?” You asked him as you reached out your hand to him before he curiously gave you his hand as you kissed the back of it and put your forehead to it.

“Thank you for listening and understanding. Blessings be to you.” You thanked him. 

“Oh you sweet angel. Of course.” He offered before you did the same to Lady Bathes which she thought was particularly darling and it quickly endeared you to both of them. 

“Gift?” You offered before you got into your pack and pulled out a special dual chromatic and iridescent scarf that was folded in such a way that it concealed it was actually two scarves. 

“Oh thank you.” They both said as they reached for it before you shook your head no but with a smile and a giggle. 

“Hands.” You said as you used the scarf to tie around their hands, to join their hands together before you put the corner of each scarf in their fingertips. 

“Pull.” You said as you gestured for your hands to pull apart before they did and gasped and were delighted that when they did, they each had a scarf which caused everyone to laugh as each of them appreciated the iridescence of their scarves that you had given them. 

“Very cleaver. Just work on speaking properly and you’ll be just fine.” Lady Bathes praised. 

“Thank you.” You bowed to them before you took the book back and Broman himself proudly walked you both out of the court to take you to your new home. 

“Hold hand?” You asked him hopefully. 

"Stasi, he may be married with children. His family would not like seeing you hold his hand like that." Your mother cautioned you but Broman had already gladly offered you his hand that you happily held as followed where he led to- as he walked you out of the Lord’s court. 

"Do you have family- get jealous of me holding your hand?" You asked him. 

"Oh no. I'm not married and don't have any children. The only family I have is parents and siblings and their families. Otherwise I don't have a family of my own. No one will get upset or jealous if you hold my hand." Broman reassured you which made your happy smile brighten. 

"He doesn't have a wife or children of his own. He says he's a bachelor." You repeated to your mother in Alqua.

"Well then he might be a frequent visitor of the whorehouse because men have sexual needs that need to be filled, if not by a wife, then a mistress or a whore." Your mother insisted. 

"My child, he doesn't visit whorehouses or have a mistress. Do not embarrass him by asking. He has never married because others look at his appearance and assume his appearance matches his personality. Which isn't true. He is a good man with a good heart. He will make a good father figure to you if you let him. But your mother has already had too many bad experiences with the bastard that sired you. Give it time Anastaschia, let Broman prove what kind of man he is to your mother and to you. But do not judge him on his looks but by his actions. He already has a protective fatherly instinct towards you, let him act on those instincts." Luna spoke to you in your mind. 

"Luna says he does not. Because others unfairly judge his face and assume his personality matches his face. Luna has read his heart and judged it good, honorable and trustworthy. He will not harm us. Let his actions speak for what kind of man he is." You insisted to her as she smiled at how brightly your eyes glowed with Luna's spirit as you talked to her but the light was invisible or seemed to vanish to anyone else looking on. 

"If Luna says such things to you, then they are true. But your father hurt me in many ways, not just my body but in my heart and mind and those will be very slow to heal and before they do, it will be hard to see any other man and not think he is like your father." Your mother insisted before Luna spoke again to you.

"Luna says that you will heal here. And that never again will you ever be hurt that way by another." You professed. 

"Yes, she has said the same things to me too. But you must talk to Broman. He is getting nervous and worried we are talking about him." You mother encouraged you before you turned to Broman. 

"Broman, why no wife? No family? My mother says a man as good as you should have a very wonderful wife with many children. So it is confusing her as to why you don’t have such things? Are there not enough women that are good women to match the good man you are?” You asked him as he laughed and grew bashful. 

“How do you know I’m good?” He asked. 

“You help me. You help my mother. You do not look at us and see pretty thing to break, but see pretty things that need protection and you protect me from others. You good man.” You insisted. 

“Well, I’m not perfect. But I try. But I believe no one should hurt a child. Especially one who just lost her father and grandparents and her home. You have lost too much for being so young. So since your father is not alive to protect you, if you will let me, I’ll try to do my best to protect you. You deserve that much at least.” He offered. 

“So why question if you are good? You prove you are good by what you do.” You put to him. 

“Thank you.” He thanked you as he walked you out of the castle. 

“Now, first things first, have you eaten yet today?” He asked before you shook your head no. 

“No food in two days. No food in the forest. Only water from the stream coming here.” You answered. 

“Well then you are definitely overdue for a good meal, come I’ll buy you and your mother food to eat.” He insisted before he brought you to a tavern and bought one of everything they had on the menu as you both finally got to gorge yourselves as you both ate all that you could while Broman ate some food too. 

“How did I do Mama?” You asked her in Alqua as you were eating.  

“Very good, Luna helped you talk to them very well. Hopefully the house is a good one.” She answered as Broman simply smiled fondly at how beautiful your mother tongue was in comparison. It sounded so elegant compared to his own. But he eyed that totem you were wearing and wondered which deity it belonged to because it wasn’t anything he recognized. 

When you all had eaten what you could, he ordered for more food to be put into a special pot to take with you to your new home for another meal later as he carried it all for you on his hip while his other hand was in yours as he walked you through Hestra to your new home. 

It took a bit to walk to get there but the house was even bigger and nicer than your first home and even had a second floor to it that was a loft that would be perfect for any number of things that had a white plaster on it's walls with faded paintings on them.

“Oh wow!” You gasped when you walked into the house and looked around the house that was stone and mortar but still needed to be furnished before your mother found the vats for chemicals in the courtyard where the tanner kept the skins so that was nice that it had vats for dyes, they just needed to be dumped from the rain water that had collected in them since they were dumped and left alone last. And it even had a space next to the house where the ground wasn’t poisoned from all the chemicals from working the leather, but instead was almost vividly green where animals had been slaughtered there to gain their hides and the blood had nourished the ground. 

“Well, it needs a bit of work but will this be ok? There is another house that is smaller but has more furnishings that is across the street.” He offered. 

“No, house good!” You called up from the loft as you poked your head out from around the banister. 

“That banister should probably get replaced though.” Broman noted with a gulp as he watched it wiggle from your weight against it. 

“Stasi ask him about the money here.” Your mother beckoned you before you eagerly came down the staircase that was built into the wall of the house. 

“Can you show me -money, what each piece of money is? How much money is value?” You asked as you tried to mimic his version of Flannish. 

“Oh, yeah, of course.” He invited before he grabbed his coin purse and dumped it out on the counter that was built into the wall of the kitchen area and went over each of the coins and what they were worth. You wrote it down in your father’s language that the letters looked familiar to Broman, but your pronunciation of them was different but at least you had something to go off of. Then you repeated what he said to your mother as you picked up each coin and told her what their equivalent was back in your father’s village since the coins were slightly different than what you were used to because you had crossed a border from one kingdom to another. Your mother nodded in understanding before she picked up the coins and put them back into the purse to give it back to him. 

“No, no, keep it.” Broman gently refused as he held up his hands and shook them side to side to dissuade her from giving it back to him.

“But, it’s-much- big value- money. It’s your money. You bought food for us. That is more than enough.” You insisted as you took the coin purse from your mother to give to him, hoping he would take it from you instead of her. 

“It’s a gift.” He insisted before you turned to your mother and repeated that to see her looking at Broman wearily. 

“Ask him what he wants in return for this ‘gift’. I doubt it’s really ‘free’.” Your mother urged. 

“What…what things do you want for this gift?” You asked carefully as your big bright eyes started to look at him with the same weariness your mother had in hers. 

“Nothing.” Broman insisted. 

“What services is he wanting then?” Your mother asked. 

“Like bedroom services?” You asked her with a grimace and your shoulders dropped when she nodded. 

“Do you want…soldier camp?” You asked with a grimace and Broman’s eyes got wide with mortification. 

“No! No. No. I want a shirt dyed. Will you dye a shirt?” Broman asked finding a compromise before your face relaxed with relief. 

“No, he just wants a shirt dyed.” You answered your mother before she offered him the book. 

“Pick a color. Any color, for such big payment, you can have any color you want.” You encouraged him before you gave the coin purse back to your mother and went over the book with him before he picked a color and agreed that when you had moved in and settled, that he would drop it off for you to dye it, which pleased both your mother and you as you already had your first customer and already had that dye in a concentrate. 

“Also, if you will go to the temple that is across from the castle- they have a collection for orphans and widows, to help you make this house your home.” Broman suggested. 

“Is there a temple for Luna here?” You asked him as you held up your talisman before he shook his head no. 

“No, we only have two temples. The main one is to Dhanos, there is another one for all the other gods though. But I don’t think there is a shrine to Luna there. But even the traveling merchants worship at the Dhanos’ temple, it helps them fit in and get more business. But the other, smaller temple does not have anything for widows and orphans.” Broman explained before you repeated that to your mother. 

“We will be here for a long time, you will grow up here Stasi and I will grow old here. It would be better to do all we can to fit in here Stasi. Luna will understand if we have to go into Dhanos’ temple here. We will do what we did back in our old home, worship the main god of the village in public, and worship Luna in private, for we do not want persecution out of ignorance. But we can still go to the other temple if you do not like the one for Dhanos. He is a god of the sun and the harvest. Luna is the goddess of the night and water. There should be balance. This is not Masar Alquimar, the city of Luna. This is Hestra, which Dhanos has claimed as one of his own.” Your mother calmly replied. 

“So why didn’t we go to Masar Alquimar?” You asked her. 

“Because it may not be safe to return there yet. Some wars take years and decades. Some take nights and weeks, maybe months. Masar Alquimar is many months of a journey to get there, we never would have been able to make it there with what we had and it still may not be safe to return there yet. The bastard’s village was small, I would think it would only take hours to claim it. Masar Alquimar is at least ten times the size of Hestra, to besiege it, would take years and decades, maybe even a century Stasi. You said it yourself this morning- that we are home. So if we are going to make this place our home, we need to settle down and take up the customs here in addition to our own, especially in public. It will be best if we do what we can to fit in here and try to make friends for our business to thrive and if going to Dhanos’ temple is what we must do to survive here, then we will, if only to do good business, and give lipservice and pay respect where we need to. Luna knows that we have given our hearts and minds to her and that is all she wants from us right now.” Your mother reasoned with you. 

"My child. I swear to you, I will bring you to my city Masar Alquimar when it is time. I will show you the way to me when it is time for you to come to my city and see it for yourself and you will see my glorious city and my wonderful temple in due time. But for now make this house your home. I've talked to Dhanos. He will be a good god to you until it is time for you to come to me." Luna vowed to you which was a big relief and reassurance for you to hear.

“What day do you go to- temple to worship Dhanos?” You asked Broman as you found you spoke his language better the more of it you heard him and the others speak it. 

“On Sunday at the stroke of the second bell.” He answered. 

“We will be there.” Your mother encouraged you to say. 

“My mother says that we will be there.” You told Broman. 

“Excellent. And when you do, I’ll make sure to introduce you to the priests who will help you more.” Broman offered. 

“And once you settle, you should go to school so you can learn to read and write and speak better here to help you adjust to living here and you’ll learn the language here faster than your mother might so she may be counting on you to be her translator for her.” He insisted. 

“How much is school?” You asked. 

“It’s free in Hestra.” He answered because he already decided that he would be paying for it and extra lessons for you. 

“But won’t the kids make fun of me for being different? I don’t want to go if they will be mean to me or if the teacher will ignore me like they did at home.” You frowned. 

“Other kids were mean to you? What would they say?” He asked you with a concerned frown. 

“They make fun of my eyes. Saying I have ghost eyes. And that to look at me is as scary as looking at a ghost or a demon.” You answered with a sad pout. 

“That will not happen here. There are many kinds of people. And your eyes are beautiful. No one will make fun of you. And if they do, tell me and I’ll make them apologize and they will never do it again.” He insisted. 

“You should go on Monday, after we go to Temple on Sunday.” Your mother insisted before you repeated that to Broman who nodded in agreement to that. 

“The school will be happy to have you. The school has many very good teachers. They will help you and be very nice to you.” He encouraged you. 

“Thank you.” You nodded after you told your mother that news as she nodded in understanding. 

“If you two need anything else, let me know. I live in the castle. So just go to the Castle Guard and ask for me. And I’ll do all I can to help.” He offered. 

“Hunt tomorrow Broman. The army we are running from, will pass by, but not come here because of the border. But the army will push all animals here. Hunt tomorrow. You will kill many things. You hunt -yes?” You urged him since Luna told you that to tell him. 

“We pass by many animals fleeing when we flee but not bring anything to hunt them with. So they live to flee here also.” You added as a way to explain how you knew that.

“Ok. And when I do, I will bring what I kill here. I have plenty of food at home. But you just moved here, you will need it more than I do.” He insisted. 

“How much money do you want for your kills?” You asked him. 

“Nothing. Your full belly is all the payment I want.” He insisted as he pet his own belly for emphasis and gestured to your own belly too. You were overwhelmed with gratitude and hugged him. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him as he looked to your mother for permission to make sure it was ok for him to hug you back and her gentle, serene smile and nod was all that he needed before he did as his fatherly instincts kicked into their highest gear and his need to care for you and protect you was the strongest instinct he had ever felt before in his life.  

“Thank you Sir Broman.” You offered. 

“For you Stasi- just call me Broman. I will see you tomorrow with those kills ok?” He offered. 

“Ok.” You agreed before he reluctantly left to let you and your mother get settled.

#Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna #Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna Chapter 2 #this will be a monster romance eventually I promise

[iruludavare]

hi jess hi this is for the relationship meme 👪[ pokemas decreed ] 👨‍🏫[ looking 8) maybe even a switch up with serena teaching him a little about mega evolution?! ] ⚡+ additional symbols not here for Oh You're Immortal And Struggling With Feelings About It? Me Too. Let's Talk About That Together + non-existent symbol that just says Volo Being Volo And Weird But Also Weirdly Sweet Sometimes Because She's Family

Relationship Meme || Accepting      

👪 biological family

👨‍🏫 one muse is a teacher/mentor for the other muse

⚡ sparring partners

Oh You're Immortal And Struggling With Feelings About It? Me Too. Let's Talk About That Together

Volo Being Volo And Weird But Also Weirdly Sweet Sometimes Because She's Family

{ ooc. Oh nooooo how could you do this to me Lucian. How could you do this to poor Serena (and miss sarana my beloved). How can the protection squad recover from this loss... the great great great grandbother....

ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE... You Know I’m down for all of this-- we’ve talked about each of these aspects separately and every time it’s always sounded like such a cool idea that weaves in really nicely with their own respective characters and arcs?? It’s also neat to consider that by having Serena has one of his descendants, it helps fulfill the whole Making Amends For The Past thing with Cynthia... like, coming full circle with one of them stopping someone who has Harrowing similarities to Volo in certain aspects. One does what he should have done, the other stops the person he Did become. And the Artemis and Selene parallel for Cynthia and Serena you picked up on with the champion alt??? HELLO??? I’M SCREAMING

And hell yeah I do think for the mentor bit, if she Knows volo is family, I could see her letting him take on more of a mentor role-- be it in the present day or her younger years, since the latter serena is a Very Lonely child and tends to cling to whatever family visits Floaroma. Or the thing we talked about with him supporting her ballet career from the sidelines?? Blursed.

But all of that would pave the way for her to teach him about mega evolution too if he asked. And the sparring partner aspect too! Because you know it could be in good nature or just mr god complex testing if she is still strong enough to fight for the world she wants 🙃

AND YOU KNOW I’M ALWAYS WEAK FOR IMMORTALITY STUFF. Especially since that could also tie into the mentor aspect. Volo would have at least a few hundred more years of experience with it, and tbh even if he’s... you know... volo, he’s bound to have figured out Some Ways to cope/find meaning that Serena could find useful}

#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {asks.} ⦄⊰❀ #volot #{Volo.} #{this is the biggest L for both the serena AND sarana protection squads... how could you do this...}

[vengefvlx]

Cadie: [Propo] What made you join the rebellion, Cadie?

Why had she joined the rebellion? It was such a simple question really. But one Cadie hadn't had to formulate out loud yet. She'd spent a decent amount of time with certain members of the rebellion now, like Ezra and Juniper. But they hadn't asked her why. She hadn't asked them in return either. But they all had a reason. A reason why they disliked the games, disliked the Capitol, and disliked Snow. Everyone here, who wasn't from 13, had a reason to be here. Cadie just had to figure out how to explain it.

She hadn't wanted to get in front of the camera. She disliked the camera. It brought up horrible memories of the Capitol. Though at the time they hadn't been horrible. Before the 74th Games Cadie had happily allowed Domi to dress her up, to do her hair. She'd happily allowed Selene to push her in front of the camera. She was the perfect District 2 Victor that the Capitol adored. Maybe adored too much. She'd wondered too many times about if she'd have been so desirable if she hadn't been so happy to be dressed up like a doll.

But that had all changed the moment her sister had volunteered. As much as Cadie tried to say it had changed when Clove had died, she knew it wasn't true. Cadie had had a sudden realisation of what the games were, and what the families of the tributes felt like the moment she had watched her little sister step up onto that stage. Of course, she had still thought her sister could do it. Clove had spent 8 years surrounded by victors when she lived in the Victors Village with Cadie. If anyone should have been a victor it had been Clove.

But then she had died, and Cadence's entire world had fallen apart. She could still remember that moment vividly. Like it had happened mere moments ago. She remembered the shock, the disbelief that flowed through her body. Then she'd broken down. At least, she supposed, she'd had the forward thinking to know not to fall apart in front of the other victors, so she'd fled the Victor's lounge, and ended up falling into the arms of Johanna Mason.

When she reflects on it, that moment was rather convineant. The pair had been close before hand. But there was no denying that the death of Clove Kentwell had brought Cadence closer to Johanna. That connection had ultimately resulted in Johanna recruiting Cadence to the rebellion. That moment felt years ago, even though Cadence knew it was only weeks. It was only weeks ago that the pair had discussed the rebellion. And now she was here in 13, and her friend, someone that felt like a sister to her, was not.

It just gave Cadence another reason to fight. She didn't know if Johanna was even alive. But she was another person on her list of those she needed to rescue.

"Clove." She murmured, finally answering the question that had been asked of her. One tear fell down her cheek, but Cadence knew she wouldn't fall apart on camera. She'd spent the best part of the last year alone, broken. She'd cried all the tears that she had. Cadence wasn't over Clove's death. She never would be. But now she was angry. Angry at Snow. Angry at the Games. Angry at what the Capitol had made her become, and the influence that it had had on her sister.

"The Capitol, Snow, they made me into the perfect Victor. In their eyes anyway." She went on to explain. "I said what they wanted, did what they wanted, and allowed them to adore me." She frowned, biting on her lip. The memory wasn't a nice one. "They made my sister decide that that was the life she wanted too. My sister was 12 when I won my games. She had 8 years of influence, by not only me, but the other victors in 2. It influenced her enough to volunteer, because she wanted that life too." She paused for a few moments now, trying to work out what she wanted to say next. She knew they might use this footage, and she refused to be a mess.

"The Capitol used me. They used me to represent the honour that one gets when they win the games. I didn't realise the cost it had on me until it was too late to save my sister. I want to make her death mean something. All their deaths mean something. I'm tired of the Capitol taking everything from me, from us.. They've taken enough, ruled my life for long enough. It's time I took a stand….. and claimed my life back. That's why I joined the rebellion."

#answered:cadence #death tw #grief tw #implied prostitution tw

[contrastparadoxx]

The Meeting

Characters: Nyctea, Cupiid, Selene Ptillo, Keonin ( @memurfevur ) Hunter ( @whispertrolls ) About: Nyctea goes to a friend for help with Cupiid Word Count: 989

The trip was generally uneventful. Dadgon moved swiftly, but smoothly. Nyctea sat in front, Ptillo behind him holding Cupiid against her chest, the mutant himself sleeping most of the time they moved. Nyctea had been on and off his phone towards the beginning, but eventually figured out where exactly they were going and focused on making sure they got there.

But when he decided they are close enough he had stopped them, telling Ptillo to stay here while he went forward to find Selene, and strode forward. Nothing got in his way, until a hive suddenly was in his line of sight, and a wolf, a shifter, stepped out of the shadows to block the doorway with a warning growl. Nyctea let out an annoyed sigh. Great, Selene got himself a little pack, JUST what he needed to deal with right now.

“Move, pup, I have no quarrel with you nor anyone else, I simply need someone who appears to be inside.”

The wolf decided this counted as a threat and lunged, going directly for Nyctea’s throat. Catching the bite on his cane and flipping the wolf onto its back was almost pitifully easy. The beast rolled over quickly, lunging for his inner thigh this time.

Side step, a quick smack to its wounded leg, and another flip, this time using the head of his cane under the wolf’s jaw to pin it.

“Stop wasting my time before I actually get angry. Where is Selene?” He growled out.

The wolf tucked its tail between its legs after a muffled bark noise, and looked off into the underbrush. 

Nyctea was about to say something, when another presence interrupted him. One pointing a crossbow at him. He got the hint instantly and released the wolf, backing away.

“M’am, I mean no harm to anyone here, though I will defend myself if I must.”

“…Why are you here?”

He let a sigh out through his nose. “I’m looking for a shifter by the name of Selene, I thought I was able to follow him here, but if I’m mistaken, do let me know. I will retreat and try again.”

There was just silence for a moment, before she motioned to the wolf and he slunk inside, presumably, hopefully, to go get Selene. Nyctea rested both hands on the head of his cane and waited, keeping his outward appearance calm despite the weapon still trained on him.

They stayed in quiet truce, until the smaller purple Nyctea was hunting for skidded into view behind the woman. The wolf, now in troll form, took up place next to her as well, his glare daring the interloper to try anything.

“Nyctea‽”

“Oh good, you’re still alive, Selene. I’ll bother you about not answering your phone later, right now I need you.”

Selene crossed his arms, ears pinned back. “I’m busy, I can’t just drop everything just because you-“

Nyctea did not even hesitate to drop down to his knees, which caused a small pause.

“Selene, please. I have a dying child on my hands and you are my absolute last chance to help him.”

There was a visible shift in the demeanors of all three trolls. The woman immediately lowered her weapon. “Bring them in, it’s warm inside”

“He’s back with his guardian and my Lusus, a bit away. I didn’t want to risk there being a fight, me coming in somewhere new, and him get caught in the middle.” 

The woman nods in understanding. “You can have him brought here, there will be no more fighting.” Her tone makes it clear there will be no argument on the fighting point, and the wolf shifter next to her nods. Nyctea looks to him, and then to Selene and the usually hidden wings he was letting out, and nodded in agreement. Cupiid should not get targeted here for mutation alone, at least.

He sent a text out.

That done, all he could do was wait for Ptillo to show up with Cupiid, and his whole body suddenly felt heavy. He stood, as Selene disappeared inside to do gog knows what. “You’ve already heard my name is Nyctea.”

“Keonin. I’m very sorry this happened-“

“It’s no trouble, I can appreciate being on guard around strangers, and frankly under better circumstances I would have approached more gently.”

“Of course. We treat and protect everyone as family here, but I hope you can forgive us for being less than hospitable. Trauma runs deep in the veins of many here."

“And as a purple im keenly aware how I play into such traumas, there is no I’ll will here”

Oh the look she gave him at that, eyes wide and shining. He was not entirely sure why, but he didn’t have to think about it too much as a gleam of white showed Dadgon showing up. It would seem Ptillo decided he was not moving too slow as she briskly walked up, holding Cupiid in her arms, right against her chest. Her ears were back.

Nyctea can instantly tell Ptillo is going to give him a good chewing out later, but she’s waiting until it’s just them thankfully it would seem. He steps close, taking Cupiid. There’s a moment of resistance from her, but he mouths ‘wouldn’t you rather have your hands free?’ And she lets go. Cupiid smiles deliriously up at Nyctea.

“Did’ya find ur friend?” He slurs.

“I did, thank you, don’t… don’t worry we’ll find something to help you soon” Nyctea whispers softly, then turns back towards Keonin. The look in his eye warns not to try touching the mutant.

Keonin made no attempt to, just stepping aside as Selene returned to escort the two to the room he worked out of. Nyctea spent a few minutes lightly fussing over kver Cupiid, making sure he was comfortable before getting kicked back out to hang with Ptillo and the pack he now found himself surrounded by while Selene worked.

#My writing #Nyctea Beldon #Cupiid Uyilst #Selene Monark