#but we took the train up the mountain and. god it was so beautiful

[wekillitwithfire]

okay physically i’m right here but mentally i’m back in New Hampshire standing atop Mount Washington feeling like the world is the largest it’s ever been

#so fucking windy up there. also very dangerous #but we took the train up the mountain and. god it was so beautiful #the northeast US was one of the most beautiful places i’d ever been #i have a mental list of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen #one was looking out over the smoky mountains on a backpacking trip in fall. the trees vibrant reds and oranges and yellow #another was getting up at 6 am and watching the sunrise over the beach #shit takes your breath away #there’s so much

[acourtofmarvels]

Patience - Cassian

No OC this time, just your average Cassian x Reader (I used she/her pronouns but please use any you would like to.)

Summary: Y/N has been apart of the IC for 100 years after they saved her from a horrible incident that left her broken and traumatized. Cassian knew she was his mate from the second he saw her. Though he never could tell her, not after everything she endured.  They put her back together. She loved them and they loved her. Her family. Though, in the recent couple years she developed feelings a little stronger toward the male who she would soon find out to be her mate. 

Warnings: hints of abuse and assault. fluff

Word count: 3369

Cassian

"Why haven't you told her?" Rhysand asked me. I looked at him like he was crazy. He must be. Thinking I could ever tell her.

"How could I put that on her? After all she's been through. She's open to us now. She's stronger, braver. She's finally starting to learn to cope with her trauma. I don't want to scare her with something so... intimate."

I saved her. I have kept her safe. I helped her, trained her. Held her when she needed it, gave her space when she needed it. Those 50 years when Rhys was under the mountain she never left the House of Wind once. She didn't feel safe without her High Lord here. Even though Az and I were always with her.

"Cassian..." Rhys started.

"You kept it from Feyre, why? Cause you wanted to keep her safe, you didn't want to scare her. You wanted her to be ready for it. Thats exactly what I'm doing." He's being so hypocritical. How could he think I could just spring this on her?

"You've know for 100 years-"

"I knew the moment I saw her. She was covered in her own blood and vomit, bruised, broken and bare. You didn't see her, Rhys. You didn't feel-" I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I was the one who covered her, brought her to Valaris to be healed and saved."What those monsters did to her..."

"They're dead now. They'll never hurt her again." Yeah. I killed them all. Made them suffer. Had them begging and pleading for their lives.

"She's still healing. I'd wait another 100 years if had to." 

Her POV

"We can go back if you want," Mor said quietly to me. We walked down the cobblestone sidewalk through the markets in the town square. Her arm linked in mine, her way of letting me know she wasn't leaving my side.

"No, I feel... good. It's a beautiful day. Everything feels like it's fitting into place. I've noticed these past few months that I finally feel like my old self again. But.. better."

It felt so good getting out of the house. Walking down the streets of my home. Home. I'd been here for a century. I've found my family here. People who love me, scars and all. And I love them. They're my rock. I wish I could say that I put myself back together after being broke for so long but it was them. They hold me together.

"Have you gotten all your gifts yet?" It was solstice this week. Everyone's favorite time of year.

"I have." I smiled at her. "And I'm not telling you what I got you." I knew by the tone in her question that's exactly what would lead next.

"Come on! Did you get it when we were together? I always take you shopping. How could you have possibly gotten my gift?"

"Cassian took me yesterday." I didn't like going out by myself. Too much anxiety. Mor or Feyre always go shopping with me in the markets. The boys take me other places, exploring Prythian if I please.

"Cassian never goes shopping with me! Gods, how did you convince him to do that?"

"I just asked him and he said yes." I shrugged. Cassian has always been sweet. He never tells me no. I feel guilty about it sometimes. I don't want to bother him.

"You have him wrapped around your finger, I swear." Mor groaned and I laughed.

"I do not." My face felt warm as a blush crept up upon my cheeks. Me blushing for a male? That hasn't happened since before... "Cassian just worries about me."

"Yeah worries a little too much." She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're staying at the town house with all of us this week right?" Rhys and Feyre mentioned they wanted everyone there this week. It was kind of tradition but this was the first solstice since the war and it just felt a little extra special.

"Of course. And I will also be drinking my weight in wine."

"Oh gods, a drunk you is never good." Mor and I both laughed loudly. I didn't drink much. Only with them. And usually on special occasions.

***

"Leave! You'll see us when we are ready!" Feyre yelled through the door. Rhysand wanted to see which dress she picked. He was being very persistent. It was so cute.

"Just a peak, my love," he said. I could practically hear the smile in his voice. I felt a weird pang in my chest. That was weird.

There was some more playful arguing between them before Feyre finally came back over to the vanity where I was sitting as Mor was doing my hair and makeup.

"He's acting like a child and I just took away his toy," Feyre mumbled, "Illyrian baby."

Mor was the first one of us who was ready. She was wearing a long black silk dress with her signature red lips. Feyre was wearing a dark blue sparkly dress. It took me a while to pick which dress to wear. Feyre insisted on the maroon one, while Mor wanted me to wear the emerald green. I am bad at making decisions so I let Elain pick and she favored the maroon one more like her sister. 

"Mother above we look hot," Mor whistled as the three of us stood in front of the giant mirror in Feyre and Rhys room. 

The door squeaked as it opened, Elain slipping through. "Stop being annoying, you swear you've never seen her dolled up before." She mumbled to whom I could only assume was Rhysand. She closed it behind her, pressing her back to it. Elain was in a pale pink dress. She favored the lighter colors. "The boys are getting rowdy and insist we go down to eat dinner."

"They're children, I swear." Feyre rolled her eyes but she was smiling, as was I. Feyre followed Elain out the door. I briefly heard Rhys say some curse words at the sight of his mate before Feyre shut the door behind her. 

Mor reached for the handle of the door but paused when she noticed I was hesitant to follow her. I could tell she was immediately worried for me. "What's wrong?" Was I really that transparent? 

I couldn't lie to her. She can always tell when I'm lying or hiding something. "I am nervous." I admitted, my hands gripped the fabric of my dress nervously. 

"Why? Has something happened?" I think I was the closet with Mor. She was there since the beginning. For the first few months after the incident I was to afraid to be around males. Mor never left my side. She didn't even know me yet she cared so much. 

"Nothing has happened. Just, something feels different." I could feel the aching in my chest. I had noticed it every time I was around Rhys and Feyre, I didn't understand. 

"A good different or a bad different?" She took ahold of my hand, a comforting gesture she did to know that she was there for me and she wasn't leaving. 

"I'm not sure. I think what I'm feeling is good but it hurts sometimes." She gave my hand a small squeeze. 

"Do you want to leave? I can winnow us out right now. No questions asked. You say the words and we're gone." I smiled at her. 

"No I don't want to leave. I just... I had that on my chest." I took a deep breath. She continued to rub her hand over mine. She always held my hand when I was anxious or feeling emotional. It was comforting, to know she was always by my side when I needed her. 

The door burst open, in came an angry looking Amren. Her hand was gripping the doorknob so hard I thought she might pull it off. "If you don't get downstairs in the next two seconds I'm killing them all." She glanced down at Mor holding my hand and Amren's face actually softened. It wasn't often I saw any other sign of emotion on her face that wasn't anger or annoyance. "What's going on? Are you alright, Y/N?"

I let out a small laugh. I love that they all worry for me. But it does get annoying the amount of times a day I hear Are you okay?  "I'm quite alright, thank you. Let's eat, I'm starving." 

Amren went first, Mor following and myself close behind. The biggest smile formed on my face the second I heard the low, loud, voices of the rest of my family downstairs. I don't even know what they were saying but Cassian's voice stood out to me. My heart sped up and I ignored it like I always did. It was a weird feeling I didn't understand. It always happened around him or even to the thought of him. 

"The night has barely begun and you're already giving me a headache," Amren grumbled as she hopped off the last step. The room grew quiet as Mor and I came into view. My eyes locked onto Cassian's first. There went that feeling again. He pushed his chair back, standing up straight. I noticed Rhysand and Azriel were standing up to. 

"Now don't stop the party on our account," Mor said. 

Rhysand was the first to speak out of the males. "You both look marvelous." He then looked at down at his mate who was sitting in the chair beside him. He must have said something to her for only her to hear because a slight blush freckled upon her cheeks. 

Azriel approached both of us, complimenting us. He hugged Mor, then looked at me for permission. I smiled at him and opened my arms to give him a hug. "Thank you, Az." The males were always hesitant to show any type of affection toward me. I understood why and I was grateful for it. 

As Azriel walked back over to where he was sitting previously at the dinner my eyes locked once more on the Illyrian general. 

"Y/N you look-" Cassian choked on his words. "I mean y-you both look, um, wow." He motioned to Mor and I. I'd never seen him so nervous. 

"Settle down Cass, you might just woo them away." Rhys said making Az laugh. Cassian's face turned red as he sat back down in his seat. Feyre swatted his arm and scolded him silently. 

The night continued on as we ate and drank. I sat at the end of the table with Elain on my right and Mor on my left. The smile on my face only grew bigger as the night went on. 

I kept the smile on my face as I glanced at Rhys and Feyre, who were talking quietly to each other, stealing kisses back and forth. I wanted that. That love that they share. That was the first time I was admitting it. I think I just realized why I felt that pang in my chest every time I looked at them together. That connection was what everyone craved. That unrelentless love. I didn't even know I was ready for that but I now realize that I do. 

I looked away from them. I couldn't watch anymore. I needed to focus on something else before they noticed my change in demeanor. 

I couldn't help but look at Cassian. He could always calm me down in the worst of times. It was like he knew I was watching him cause the second he looked at me every thing changed. It felt like the world stopped and something shifted. It started in my chest, a glowing warmth that began to sooth my aching heart, like a bandage to a wound. The warmth spread outwards, moving to my limbs and beyond my body, forming a bridge between us. 

The second that connection snapped I stood up abruptly, the chair beneath me almost falling back I pushed it back so quickly. The tears were already falling down my face. "You-" I couldn't even form a sentence. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from sobbing then and there. Cassian was standing too, worry all over his face. But he knew. I knew he knew. 

I couldn't breath. I knew people were calling my name. I knew Mor was by my side but everything felt numb. I needed to get out of here. 

I didn't look out as I ran out of the townhouse. Into the cold air, through the falling snow. He's my mate. Cassian is my mate.

"Gods, Y/N, you're gonna catch a cold out here." His voice alone soothed me. He appeared in front of me, wrapping a cloak around my shoulders to keep me warm. 

"How long?" I looked up at him, his face blurry through my tears. 

"Let's go back inside, I don't want you to get sick out here," he avoided the question, which only made me angry. 

"How long have you known, Cassian?" I raised my voice. I wiped my tears away so I could see him better. The sun was beginning to set but the faelights outside were shining on his face. 

"I knew the moment I saw you. It snapped immediately." He said quietly. He looked down at his feet, not daring to look at me. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice was barely above a whisper. I was trying to hold it together now but my voice was failing me. 

"How could I?" Cassian looked up and it was then that I noticed the tears in his eyes also. "After what they did to you. After everything you've been through... I couldn't put that burden on you."

"A burden? You feel being my mate is a burden?" 

"No, never." He reached his hands out like he wanted to hold me, but he lowered them and took a step away from me. "I didn't want to scare you. I wanted the bond to click into place for you. I wanted you to be ready. But I will never force anything upon you. If you want to reject it, I will be okay." It was hard for him to say that. I know he didn't mean to but I could feel him send his sadness through the bond. 

I stepped directly up to him, he straighten up but didn't move away this time. He was watching me nervously. I wanted him to hold me. I needed him to make the first move. I don't want him to be scared either. 

Warmth spread through my body as he gently placed his hand on the side of my face. I let out a small cry as I placed my hand on top of his, wanting him closer. I looked up at him. "You do not scare me, Cassian. There is no one in this world that makes me feel safer than when I'm with you. And I am honored to be your mate." 

Cassian let out a cry of relief as he pulled me into his embrace. We both stood there in the snow, holding each other so tightly, crying with one another. After a few minutes he pulled away first, both his hands cupping the sides of my face now. His thumbs wiping away the few tears on my cheeks. "The honor is mine. And I will give you the everlasting love you deserve, for eternity."

"As will I," I reached up and wiped his tears also. "I will need your patience. I would like to go slow." 

Cassian's eyes went wide and he took a step back from me. "Of course." 

I laughed a little and grabbed his hand pulling him back to me. "This is just fine." He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist. "And I would like you to kiss me." A blush formed on my cheeks as I said that. I hadn't kissed a male in over a century. 

"You sure?" He asked. I nodded slowly, he leaned in closer and when he was just mere inches away from my face I closed my eyes. Finally his lips found mine in an achingly slow, gentle kiss. He was holding me so softly, as if afraid he would hurt me. "You're it for me. I'm never letting you go." I leaned into his touch, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

"Should we go back inside with the others?" I asked, nuzzling my face into his chest. 

"Yeah, we should." He replied but neither of us made an effort to move. "They're watching us from the window." 

I whipped my head around to look at the house behind me, multiple heads jumped away from the window. I laughed and shook my head. "They're always so nosey."

"Let's go. It's getting cold." Cassian and I held hands as we walked back inside. He took my cloak off for me and hung it up. Everyone was sitting at the table acting totally normal. 

I noticed Mor has taken my seat, pretending to be in a serious conversation with Elain. Rhys was trying to hide his smile behind his drink. Cassian pulled out the empty seat from beside him, allowing me to sit down before he took his seat. My face was red as a tomato but Cassian had a smug grin on his. They were all pretending like nothing happened, that this was all totally normal. 

"Did you guys know it started snowing outside again?" I spoke up finally, a smirk on my face.

 "What?" "No way." "I had no idea." They all said as a chorus. Then we all started laughing. Thank the mother for that. 

Cassian grabbed the edge of my seat and pulled me closer to him, wrapping an arm around the back of my chair. I grabbed his other hand and held it in my lap with both of mine. I need the connection.

"So did you all know?" I had to ask. I wasn't mad. I found it funny actually. 

"Know what?" Rhys asked, playing dumb. Then a devilish grin formed on his face. 

"I told Rhys the moment I knew, Az suspected the same day." Cassian told me. 

"I figured it out easily," Amren said, her arms crossed over her chest and a bored look on her face. "He stares at you constantly."

 "I do not!" Cassian said loudly and everyone laughed again.

"She does the same, don't worry." Mor smirked at me and my eyes went wide. 

"I do?!" I didn't even realize. My face was so red right now. 

"Oh, all the time," Feyre spoke up. Cassian squeezed my hand, begging me to look up at him. When I did his face was so full of happiness, my heart felt like it was melting. 

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Do I have permission to kiss your cheek?" I giggled, literally giggled. Who am I? Where did this side of me come from?

"You have my permission and may do so anytime you want," I whispered back. He kissed my cheek with glee. I was so happy. I loved the affection he was giving me. He was respecting my boundaries and accepting that I wanted to go slow. But I now understood that with me wanting to accept the bond he was gonna take any affection he could get from me. I wanted to give him everything but I need time. 

"I think we can all agree, Cass and Y/N, we are very happy for you both." Rhysand raised his glass to us. Everyone copied, raising their glasses as well. 

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[viesanterieures]

𝐓𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏.

William Killick (The Edge of Love) x Reader

link to Part Two

note: This story is set in May 1936, William is about 27 and it takes place years before the actual movie.

summary: William Killick takes a break from his London life and spends a few weeks at the country estate of the wealthy Hallward family. The family take an instant liking to William and try to get him to marry their beautiful daughter Norma. Also on the estate is the reader, who works as a maid. When William receives anonymous poems, he ends up falling in love with the mysterious writer instead of Norma.

word count: 2000+

warnings: … none!

moodboard

"Excuse me sir, we've reached the end of the line." Yawning, William opened his eyes as he heard a voice behind him and stretched sleepily, curious to see who was speaking to him. A woman in a uniform with a dark skirt and matching hat stood beside him. "Are we there yet... What time is it?" he asked her. "It's just after half past seven, sir," the train attendant replied with a friendly smile. As William straightened up in his seat and then saw that the landscape before him had changed from the brown roofs of London to green hills and beautiful mountain scenery with small lakes. "My God... I must have slept for hours." The train attendant smiled at him kindly and wished him a good journey.

William felt the train slow down and grabbed his suitcase from the luggage rack. Once outside, he set it down on the floor and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and the wind blew through his hair. Although he had never been to this place before, he had the strange feeling that he belonged here. He closed his eyes for a moment. The orange light of the setting sun shone through his eyelids. The green hills of the Scottish Highlands stretched out before him, surrounded by a light mist. Green meadows, colourful flowers and streams dominated the landscape. The sky was cloudless and the air smelled of fresh moss. William could hardly look away. It was so different from London. The grass rustled softly under his shoes as he made his way to his accommodation for the next few weeks.

Curious, he looked up at the big building. It was built entirely of stone, with small windows adorned with red, ivy-covered shutters that glowed in the evening sun. William dragged his suitcase up the stairs that led to a wide wooden door. The muffled sound filled the silence as William knocked on the door. It opened with a squeak to reveal an older, very elegantly dressed lady with shoulder-length curly hair.

"Good evening, you must be our new guest, Mr Killick, aren't you?" Her voice sounded friendly and welcoming. "That’s right. And you must be Margaret Hallward, the owner of the estate," William replied. The lady nodded. "I am. Come in, you must have travelled a long way, sir." William followed her into the warm house. Mrs Hallward disappeared for a moment behind a wooden counter and handed William a key. "Room seven is yours. The dining room is in the basement and the common room is on the second floor. Breakfast is tomorrow from seven to half past eight. YN, would you be so kind as to accompany our guest to his room? And take some of his luggage."

"Of course, Mrs Hallward," a quiet voice sounded behind them, and William turned around curiously. In front of them stood a young woman in a dark red apron and white blouse. William smiled kindly at her. "No, wait, I can carry that," he interrupted her when she tried to take the suitcase off. Shrugging her shoulders, she finally gave up and told William to follow her. They walked along a corridor decorated with old paintings and photos of the country estate and stopped in front of a room door with the number 7.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am," he said, putting the room key in the lock. The young woman smiled and wished him a good night before disappearing without another word.

****

William had slept very well that night. It was probably because he was quite tired from the long journey. When he finally entered the dining room for breakfast, it was already quite full. He took an empty seat at a table where an elderly man was still sitting, reading a newspaper.

"Tea, sir?" It was the young woman again who had shown him his room yesterday. "Yes, thank you“, he said. "What was your name again?"

"YN," she said quietly, and poured some tea into a small cup.

"Beautiful name."

William could clearly see her cheeks turning slightly pink at the words. "Thank you, sir." But they were interrupted by Mrs Hallward, who approached the table with a big smile. "Good morning, Mr Killick! Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, Mrs Hallward," he replied. "I don't think I've slept as well as I did this morning for months. So I'm really going to enjoy my holiday."

"I'm glad to hear that." She laughed. "Oh, I'd like to introduce you to someone, wait a moment." She turned to one of the tables and called out in a loud voice. "Norma! Will you come here, please?"

"Yes, Mother." A woman joined them at the table, she was about a year or two younger than William. She had white-blonde hair, red lips and was wearing an elegant purple dress with ornate embroidery. She was very pretty, William realised.

"Mr Killick, this is my daughter Norma. She lives in Glasgow at the moment, but is here for a few weeks. She grew up at the country estate. If you like, she can show you around the neighbourhood and the town."

"It would be an honour. How about we meet outside the estate at three this afternoon?," Norma chuckled softly as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers. William was very happy about the Hallward's hospitality and gratefully accepted the offer.

"But now we won't bother you any longer, Mr Killick. Enjoy your breakfast," Mrs Hallward said with a smile as she took Norma's arm and led her away from the table. As they walked, he heard them whispering to each other, catching bits of sentences like 'isn't he lovely' or 'he looks like a prince from a fairytale'.

Slowly, William turned in the direction where YN had last been, but she was gone.

***

William spent the morning in the garden of the country estate, sitting on one of the benches beneath a cherry tree. The weather was warm, and the birds chirped softly in the treetops. Eventually, he closed his book and stood up to return to the house. As he passed one of the large flower beds, he paused. He saw a person sitting there, gardening.

"Nice to see you again, Ms YN," he said kindly. She didn't seem to notice his arrival and jumped when she heard his voice behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," William apologised immediately. "It’s alright, sir," she said, turning her attention back to the bed.

"Call me William, please."

She immediately looked at him in surprise. She had never expected that. A gust of wind came up and brushed through William's dark hair, and his bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

"Shall I help you?" he asked her, pointing to the bucket of weeds. She immediately declined his offer. "No, William, you're here on holiday. Not to work." William shrugged. "Anything where I don't have to be in London is a holiday for me. I really love this city, it's my home. But sometimes I really need to go somewhere else." YN nodded briefly. "I've never been to London or any other big city. I imagine it's stressful."

He laughs and shrugs. "I can't deny that it's stressful sometimes." Slowly he knelt down beside her and began to pluck the weeds from the ground in front of him. "You don't have to do that," she said quickly. "It's alright," William replied quietly, continuing to work.

YN laughed. "This has never happened to me before. A guest helping me with my work. If Mrs Hallward finds out, she'll scold me." William smiled a little. "Tell her I did it voluntarily. "You already have enough work." When they were finished, the young woman smiled briefly, then took off her gloves, stood up and reached for the bucket. "I have to go now."

"Wait, don’t you want to stay here a bit longer?" William asked hastily.

"Sorry, I've still got a lot to do. But thank you for helping me, that was very kind of you." She waved goodbye to William and finally turned round. William looked at her for a moment, a bit disappointed. Then he glanced at his pocket watch and flinched. It was ten minutes past three, Norma was probably already waiting for him.

He quickly grabbed his book that was laying in the grass and hurried to the front gate. Norma was waiting there, her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he finally greeted her completely out of breath. "Sorry I'm late."

She finally smiled and said in a friendly voice, "It's okay." Her hair was pinned up in an elegant braid, her lipstick was the same colour as the new pastel pink dress she was wearing, and she carried a matching handbag.

"I was in the garden talking to YN. I must have lost track of time."

One of her blonde eyebrows immediately raised again and she looked at him as if he had just said something completely stupid. "You're talking to household staffs? They're working for us, it’s far below our class."

He looked at her, confused. "But why shouldn't I talk to her? She's really nice."

Norma stayed silent, grabbed his arm and pulled him along without a word. She led him through the Scottish Highlands, down a small forest path, until the roofs of houses appeared in the distance. This had to be Tobermory. The air smelled of salty sea and a fresh breeze as they walked along Tobermory's coastal road, lined with colourful houses. High mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks shrouded in a gentle mist. "Wow, it's beautiful!" marveled William.

"I know, right?" Norma replied giggling, taking his hand and pulling him towards a small café.

"My aunt works there," she said. "She makes the best cakes." They entered the café and sat down on a corner bench by a small window. "Norma, how lovely to see you again." A lady with bright red hair came up to them and pulled her niece into her arms, laughing. When she noticed William, she looked him over from head to toe, smiled and turned back to her niece. "And who is that handsome young man next to you? Did you meet him in Glasgow?" Norma shook her head, laughing. "No. He's a guest of Mother's. She asked me to show him around."

"Oh, how lovely. You know, Norma, it's time you got married. Can I bring you both some of my Dundee cake?" William frowned slightly when she mentioned marriage. Did the Hallwards already see him as their future son in law?

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the little café, William telling Norma about his home in London, his job, his family, and she seemed to be very interested. But William hadn't forgotten her nasty comment about YN. He was torn by Norma.

After they said goodbye that evening, William went to his room tired. In the corridor he saw Mrs Hallward talking excitedly to YN. "You forgot to fluff up the pillows in Room 9! How many times do I have to tell you?" she snapped at her in a harsh tone.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Hallward, I..." But she didn't let YN finish, because when she noticed William, she put on a big smile again: "Oh, Mr Killick, how nice to see you. Did you have a nice day with Norma?"

"Yes, I did, thank you for asking," he replied. He looked at YN, but she avoided his gaze, holding a white sheet in her arms.

"You know, Norma is still unmarried and we're still looking for a suitable husband for her. Or do you already have a wife?" Mrs Hallward wanted to know. William shook his head slowly.

"She is such a beautiful young woman. But no man has ever met her standards. You're the first one she has shown interest in", the lady explained to him. "Come, YN, you need to get back to work now, the dishes need to be washed."

"Good night, William," YN said to him as he walked past, nodding to him.

"Good night," he replied.

As soon as he entered his room, he took off his jacket and shirt and yawned softly. He intended to read, but he was so tired that he just wanted to lie down in bed. Suddenly he heard something crunching under his feet and looked down in surprise. There was a small piece of white paper under his shoe. Someone must have slipped it through the gap under his door. He bent down and picked it up carefully. It was no bigger than William's hand, made of good quality and written in black ink.

Holding his breath, William began to read:

𝓣𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

ℐ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒.

ℋ𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒.

Confused, he turned the letter over in his hands. Was it from Norma? But she had been with him all afternoon, hadn't she? Who else was writing him poems?

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[bitchinbarzal]

rotwm series: mountain with a view — q.hughes

based on mountain with a view by kelsea ballerini

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It's 7 a.m. and I'm on a mountain with a view. I'm the only one, alone, at a table meant for two. Big Sur looks beautiful this morning and I should be missin' you, I should be missin' you.

You sat in the window nook of your Airbnb. In all your time travelling around after Quinn you’d never truly experienced California, how beautiful it was.

It was the same Airbnb that you’d stayed in together on your honeymoon.

The honeymoon you had to settle for when your luxurious all inclusive honeymoon was ruined. Quinn had decided to go back to Vancouver early to start training and after a lot of back and forth arguments he agreed to a long weekend in California.

You thought you’d be sad to return, this time without him but you weren’t. You did everything you wanted to the first time round that Quinn deemed

“Not fun”

“Boring”

And “a waste of time”

You didn’t miss him and you felt so happy.

You're across the pond at a show, I think, in Amsterdam and the pictures look pretty, at least they do on your Instagram We say good morning, then goodnight I wonder if you even know where I am, where I am

You couldn’t even remember where he was playing tonight. You were only reminded when you saw he had reposted a picture from Brock’s story onto his.

They were out at some restaurant all smiling and laughing.

You’d actually only checked instagram when your mom had asked you where Quinn was playing that night and you couldn’t even answer her.

You used to follow him around when he went on roadies, travelling to New Jersey and Toronto just to support him and now you didn’t talk whenever he was on the road, he’d ask what you got up to whenever he got home but you knew he didn’t really care and just wanted to fill the silence.

I'm wearin' the ring still, but I think I'm lyin' Sometimes you forget yours, I think we're done tryin' I realize you loved me much more at twenty-three I think that this is when it's over for me

Whenever you did finally do something together it was a work event — the canucks annual charity ball.

“Oh my goodness I can’t ever get over how gorgeous this ring is!” Brock’s girlfriend smiles, grabbing your hand and admiring your wedding ring.

“Thank you!” You replied, blushing and leaning into Quinn’s side.

She scowled “Quinn you’re not wearing yours?” You looked down at Quinn’s left hand to find the gold band gone.

“Oh! I must’ve forgot it” he brushes it off, giving a tight smile.

You didn’t reproach the situation that night.

But you watched him across the next few weeks every morning as he brushed over his wedding band in your jewelry box.

He never put it on.

“Hey, why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?” You asked one morning, brushing your hair in the mirror.

“It’s not a big deal” he grumbled.

“It’s our wedding rings Quinn, it is a big deal!”

“God why are you such a bitch lately? Why can’t you be chill like you used to?”

You look at him, wide eyes “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“Like why can’t you just be like when we first got married? Silent and Supportive!”

You didn’t even reply, simply turning to leave the room before you burst into tears.

I think that this is when I cut the ties I think that is when I set myself free One day you'll ask, "When was it over for you?"

I'm takin' the ring off, I'm finally cryin' Don't try to find yours, no reason to fight it

You'll say I'm crazy for bein' the one to leave Scream I'm just like my parents and givin' up easy

But you never took that last flight to see me.

“Babe come on you don’t have to do this!” Quinn cries, following you through the house.

He’d come home from practice to find your suitcases by the front door and you standing at the kitchen counter waiting for him.

He asked why your suitcases were outside, what was wrong. You never answered, simply sliding your wedding ring along the granite and he groaned lowly.

“Baby…”

“Don’t Quinn!” You snap “It’s over”

“It Just just be over!” He screams “We are married!”

You look at him waving his arms around wildly and tears drop down your cheeks

“Quinn… let me go please”

His eyes soften and he steps around the counter “Baby please… why?”

You looked at him, he could feel the pain you were in just by your face. He wanted to reach out and hold you.

“Quinn… you never come home anymore”

“I’m always home?!” He screams, hands waving around.

He wasn’t screaming in anger, he was scared screaming. Screaming to hold onto what was slowly slipping away from him.

You sniffled, hands shaking as you reached up and held his face

“I don’t know the man that walks through those doors anymore… but it’s not you that comes home to me”

The tears were streaming down his face as well as yours as he mumbled

“You can’t leave me”

“Quinn I should’ve left a long time ago”

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #rotwm series

[dailydragon08]

The Right Moment

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Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: You and Luke try to improve your track record with cliffs--and he has a not-so-little surprise in store for you. Warnings: none, other than maybe a steamy makeout session and tooth-rotting fluff. A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no  particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Also windswept Luke is so adorable I can’t get over it (please tell me I’m not the only one).

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You tugged Luke’s hand as you climbed the crudely made mountain path to what was now one of your favorite spots on Ahch-To. You’d discovered it while exploring the other day as Leia, Han, Chewie, and the others finished getting all the information they could from the abandoned imperial base. Luke had been meditating and you didn’t want to disturb him, so went off on your own and found the most peaceful spot with the best view. 

“Are you sure about this?” Luke asked as he trailed behind you. “We don’t have the best history with cliffs, you know.”

“I know, but I wanted to change that—and you’ll love this view, I promise.”

You felt him squeeze in close behind you as the path narrowed. “I like my current view just fine.”

You turned to give him a fond eye roll and shake of your head as he grinned. You suddenly gasped as you stumbled slightly and may have even plummeted down the rockface if it weren’t for Luke’s strong hands steadying your waist. 

“Careful, starflower.” He chuckled. “See? Terrible track record.”

“Well, it’s your fault,” you grumbled, taking his hand and resuming your trek with your eyes now firmly focused on your feet. 

He laughed and his voice rose an octave. “What? How is it my fault?”

“Well, if you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t have gotten distracted!”

“Oh, look who’s talking.”

You chuckled as you reached the landing you’d spent so much time on earlier. The vast ocean waves crashed against the mountain below, their gentle thundering relaxing your mind. You glanced up as a bird took flight from a nest in a ledge above you, its babies following awkwardly behind it. You breathed deeply and smiled at their cute, fuzzy bodies doing their best to stay afloat on the wind. 

You turned to see Luke staring out over the waters, completely mesmerized, but found you liked this view even better. As the sun began its descent, it cast everything aglow and he looked almost God-like in the golden light, his blue eyes bright and soft hair blowing in the wind. He took a few steps in front of you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He’d forgone his jacket and was just in a simple black shirt and you couldn’t help but admire the strong curve of his back through the fabric. He inhaled deeply before blowing it all out in a calming exhale and you could tell he needed this just as much as you. With the empire nearly gone and the New Republic ready and waiting in the wings, you were all so close to your goal, but now deeply felt your exhaustion. 

The wind picked up and you dropped Luke’s hand to gather your hair behind you. Before you could slide the hair tie off your wrist, however, he turned to you and gently grabbed your wrists. “No, keep it down. It’s pretty.”

You laughed. “It’s going everywhere and is probably a mess.”

He moved to stand directly in front of you so both your sides were facing the ocean and smiled softly, gently moving some hair away from your neck and tucking it behind your ear. “No, it’s beautiful…like the rest of you.”

You stared at him for a moment, sure the love in your eyes was mirroring his own. You took a step closer and pressed your chest flush against his as his arms wrapped around your waist. You let yours slowly slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders and couldn’t help but just stare. You’d brought him up here to admire the scenery of Ahch-To, but now it felt more like a backdrop for him. His eyes looked especially blue in the setting sun’s light, and you marveled at the way his golden hair danced across his forehead. 

Your eyes followed your fingers as they weaved into the hair at the nape of his neck before meeting his eyes again. Your face fell as you noticed the intensity of his gaze and the tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and laughed as you gently wiped a tear away. “Nothing, you just…you look so beautiful. I love you so much.”

You struggled to hold back your own water works. “I love you too, handsome.”

“I mean it, you look…” he paused and let out a shuddery breath. “Maker, you don’t even look real.”

You beamed, laughing softly and cradling his face in your hands. You tilted your forehead against his and he sighed, holding you even tighter as his cybernetic weaved into your hair. He’d forgone the glove like he always did when it was just the two of you, and gently stroked your jaw with his thumb. He planted a soft, but passionate kiss to your lips, lingering against you and sighing into your mouth. 

There was silence for a moment after you broke away. You let yourself sink deep into the Force and enjoyed the feeling of him around you and could feel him doing the same. “You really do look…just…in this lighting…”

You opened your eyes and pulled back to look at him, tracing the curve of his neck with your fingers. “Look what?”

He shook his head, at a loss for words for a moment. “Ethereal.”

You blinked and bit your lip, your cheeks now sore from how much you were smiling. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

His thumb traced a path under your eye to gently flick your earlobe. “I’m not trying to. I just…We’ve all been so busy and things have been so dangerous the last few years. Just knowing it’s finally coming to a close is…” he laughed, “inspiring me, I guess.”

You couldn’t resist kissing him again. “It’s been a lot. But…I’m glad I did it all with you.” 

“I’m so glad you’ve been here. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You stared at him for a moment, committing the sky blue of his eyes to memory before laying your head against his chest and watching the sun sink even further below the horizon. He kissed your forehead before pressing his cheek to your hair, his hands moving to smooth up and down your sides and back. 

After several minutes—you weren’t sure how long—of silence, you finally said, “Is this easing your fear of cliffs?”

He laughed. “I don’t have a fear of cliffs. We just seem to always get in trouble on them.”

You hummed as you nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll try not to fall off this one.”

He snorted. “Don’t jinx us.”

You tilted your head up to look at him and he met your gaze, a smile gracing his face as his eyes held you softly. He seemed to have a talent for holding you in his eyes—something you’d never experienced with a lover before, and you would forever cherish it. You tangled your fingers in his hair again and kissed him, reveling in the feel of him squeezing you tightly and returning the gesture with enthusiasm. You doubted you’d ever tire of his taste, his smell, or the feel of him both under your fingers and through the Force. After three blissful years, he felt like a part of you and had admitted on several occasions that he felt the same about you. You tried your best to convey that with your body as his lips slid in perfect synchrony with yours. You gently reached out through the Force and could feel his love flow back to you, along with a sudden nervousness that perplexed you. 

Your lungs finally burned enough to force you to break for air. He panted a bit with you and laughed breathlessly. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, just as out of breath. “I just wanna kiss you forever.”

He held your gaze for a moment and your heart skipped a beat at the blush that suddenly bloomed up his neck and the tips of his ears. “You could…if you wanted to.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly in your confusion. “Kiss you? I thought that’s what I was doing.”

“No, I mean…” he took a deep breath, “the forever part.” Before you could formulate a response, he continued, suddenly shy. “You’ve made my life incredible and I’m so glad I found another Jedi—and that Jedi was you. You’re so…” he stuttered an inhale again, his eyes glassy, “brave and selfless and kind and just…you have the most wonderful soul, wrapped in the most beautiful person in the entire galaxy.”

You didn’t bother to hold back the sudden flow of emotion from the Force. “Luke…”

“I…” he glanced behind him and stepped out from the circle of your arms. “I didn’t really have a plan fully formed yet and I hope this is all right, but…this just feels like the right moment.”

You frowned. “For what—” You felt your eyes nearly bug out of your head as he got down on one knee, pulling a small box out of his pocket. Your hand that wasn’t clasped in his flew to your mouth of its own accord. “Kriff, Maker, Luke.”

He gently flicked the lid open to reveal a simple, elegant, and timeless band with three stones in the middle: a circular centerpiece with two smaller stones bordering it, all your favorite color. 

You were already nodding before he could even say anything and he emitted a watery laugh. “Will you marry me?”

“YES!” You crashed against his chest, sending you both tumbling to the ground. 

He held you tightly and laughed, and you could feel his elation through the Force. “Yes?”

“Yes,” you repeated, pulling back and kissing him hard. 

The beam that overtook his face would’ve been enough to make anyone giddy—and knowing it was now all yours, forever, made your stomach somersault in a way that jerked tears from your eyes. He carefully sat you both upright and took the ring from the box, tenderly sliding it on your left ring finger and letting out a relieved breath. “Perfect fit.” He reached up to wipe a few of your tears away with his thumb. “Do you like it?”

You nodded. “It’s perfect. Where did you even find this?”

“Do you remember when we went to Naboo and the Naberries gave Leia our mother’s wardrobe? This was one of her rings. She couldn’t wear it since their marriage had to stay a secret, but my father bought it for her for their wedding ceremony.”

Your heart swelled. “Are you sure you want me to have it? Leia’s okay with this?”

He nodded. “She even helped me pick it out.”

Your mind flashed back to your most recent Naboo excursion. “Wait, when she very loudly said the ring didn’t fit her, shoved it on my hand, and yelled out the size—”

Luke chuckled. “We may have been conspiring.”

You laughed and shook your head, sniffling as you admired how the last rays of sun reflected off his cheekbones. “I love you so much.”

He rested a hand on the small of your back as the other cupped your cheek. “I love you, too.” He laughed. “And I can’t wait to marry you.”

You buried your face in his shoulder as he squeezed you tightly. You would’ve been content to hold him forever, but darkness was beginning to settle over the planet and traveling the already hazardous footpath in the dark probably wasn’t the best idea. “So does this mean you like cliffs better now?”

He laughed, giving you a gentle pat on the butt like he always did when it was time to extract yourself from his lap. The pair of you helped each other stand and he placed one final kiss on your lips. “Yes, this definitely helps the track record—but we should head back before something happens, just in case. Plus, Leia’s going to be thrilled.”

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker fluff #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x jedi!reader #star wars remnants #my writing

[cherry-colored-petals]

“Think of Me. ”

Synopsis: There's many things that catch your attention when it comes to Albedo, and you can't help but let your eyes wander when you're both together. However, you aren't the only one who keeps thinking of him.

C.W.: Nothing! Just tooth-rotting fluff, both you and Albedo are absolute idiots /aff, gender pronouns unspecified because we love no specific gender~ (if you squint, you see bits of crack and reader being a simp).

How much can one take when admiring someone they love?

That is the question no one knows the answer to- or, well, to you at least.

You've always admired the prince a lot, perhaps much more than anyone would ever think. The way he looks was one thing, and although you were aware that he looked beautiful just as is, you had seen more sides of him that he hides from others.

Just from his body language and behavior, all the way down to his mannerisms and speech... He became the apple of your eye.

A fleeting interest that had developed into something more.

The one thing that had you mesmerized the most was his eyes, though.

The way his eyes would sparkle when he saw something interest, how it would dim when he has to face with matters that he was less pleased on, and even down to how it would show bits of his emotions and soften when looking at things he adore, like Klee...

You would always catch yourself staring at his eyes, studying them like you would for a test. His eyes were so interesting to look at stare at, and certainly pretty for that matter.

How unfair. You have to stop yourself from literally telling the man he looks so, so gorgeous with it alone. Many times, of course.

His hair was another thing you always watched- it looked so pleasing, even if it was tousled and messy in some days. When you get to work with him at the earliest hours of the morning, you would sometimes catch sight of Albedo with his hair down and not in its usual braid.

You couldn't help but laugh when he asked you for help, adding that he didn't had the will to do it himself as he had many other things to get to.

It was the few times you had to sift through his locks, and Gods, it felt nice.

You can tell he took care of it himself, with how it looks healthy under a trained eye. The way it would also frame his face perfectly and the locks looking natural in it's own state, with some poking out of it's braid during the day...

You truly, truly are so down bad for this man. It's a crime.

Albeit he has been teased by others for his height, he seems to mask it with his nonchalant behavior. He would always carry the aura of professionalism when during work hours, and when you catch sight of multiple people coming by, he seem to act differently.

It's always fun to watch when he sees Kaeya, or even Klee. Those two received different forms of treatment from the alchemist, and you swore that- for a mere moment- the Cavalry Captain had all but pissed him enough to be treated so coldly.

But to those like Jean and even the traveler, his mannerisms were more different. It's mostly evident to the latter, as they would often talk in private about things that seem serious- sometimes it can be outside of alchemy and to the realms of travelling, while in other times, it can even be about commissions.

That's when you truly see Albedo loosen up the professionalism and act more composed, maybe even careless in his own way. It made you smile sometimes when you see it.

He needed someone to break his shell, anyhow.

Though, amidst all that, you knew he had secrets from you and everyone. He kept them hidden, despite the way the distance between you two doesn't seem to be as big as most people.

You don't ignore the way that he seems to act when it comes to privy subjects, and even down to the past of the mountain and the fables of the dragon.

You don't ignore the way his eyes would shift and show a glimpse of solemn, or even a small hint of regret in those eyes- even down to how he would change the topic after entertaining such questions.

You can tell it pained him, but you didn't say it. It must be private, you thought.

Although, unbeknownst to you, you never seem to catch on Albedo's eyes watching and focusing on you when you're with him.

It was an impulsive thing at first- he would only seek you out if he needed your help on something he's focused on or even your inquiry on an experiment. Little things that the alchemist chalked up to being normal.

After all, what was so unnatural about asking a fellow alchemist for their inquiry?

Though, it simply developed more than just a simple impulsive decision. He began to take note of you more: your mannerisms, little ticks, speech, and even down to your little habits and things you enjoy.

Again, it was those little things that he thought once were normal that became more and more than what it seems.

He would sometimes find himself taking note of those things, and although he'd try and brush it off, he found himself struggling to brush off the thought of you on his mind. It even came down to him struggling to stay focused on his research, since you run on his mind so often.

It was, for the lack of better word, driving him mad.

But maybe it wasn't a bad thing, Albedo concluded, his eyes drifting to you when you were busy talking to the traveler. Watching your lips curl to a smile made his heart flutter, and he couldn't help but grab his corkboard with his pencil.

With a smile, he turned his gaze to the page and began to draw.

He wanted to savor this moment forever, and for once, all he could mutter were the words.

"Think of me, for I shall think of you, too."

© ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ-ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ-ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs : 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ♡ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

#🍒 - longfic #🍒 - writing #💮 - albedo #💮 - fluff #💮 - x reader #astronetwrk #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo #albedo kreideprinz #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo

[drowninginliquidsmooth]

A Letter to My Beloved -Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x wife!reader

Warnings: ANGST!!! Hurt/some comfort, detailed description of a dead body, mentions of throwing up, major character death.

You knew it would happen. 

Deep down in your gut, you knew it was a very real possibility. For some reason, you had never allowed yourself to believe it would happen.

Being a naval aviator, there was always great risk to your husband's job, but for some reason your brain had completely shut off the idea of any bad happening to Tom.  

It was Tom “Iceman” Kazansky for god’s sake. He was an amazing pilot; he was one of the most skilled pilots in the U.S Navy. A graduate of Top Gun, he was an extremely sensible flyer who rarely made mistakes.  

You honestly believed that you had nothing to worry about. You had seen other military wives become widows and had pitied them, but you had never considered the fact that you could end up living their lives.  

Now, you really regret not taking the time to think about what you would do if you lost your husband to his job.  

On the second of November 2003, you had been married to the love of your life for ten years. You wouldn’t change a thing about the life you led. You lived in a cute little house in San Diego with your 5-year-old golden retriever, Sunny, and your gorgeous baby girl, bonnie, aged 3.  

At that time, Tom had been training for a top-secret mission for six months, and you were beyond desperate to see his beautiful grin and bright eyes once again. 

However, that hope had been viciously ripped from your brain and aggressively stomped on under heavy military boots.  

At 4pm on the 13th of November 2003, you received a call which caused your entire life to crumble into a dilapidated skeleton of what it once was. 

You had been sprawled on your couch with your precious girl asleep on your chest and your snoring dog laid atop your feet and legs.

It was an adorable sight to behold, the house in a beautiful state of tranquility. The only thing missing was your gorgeous Tom.

It took you a while to reach your phone, which was ringing in the kitchen, as you had to ease yourself from under your children.

Eventually you regretted ever picking up the phone.

“Y/n? This is Pete Mitchell, remember me?” You were asked. Of course you remembered him, he and Tom had been very close since their shared time at Top Gun.

“Hey Pete! What can I do for you?” You asked him cheerily, expecting him to just be calling in a favour from your husband.

“Y/n I am so, so sorry. There’s been an accident. The plane Ice and Slider were in came crashing down into a mountain and- and,” He was sobbing now. Something terrible had happened to your Tom and a painful feeling consumed you.

You asked the painful question, “Did they both make it?”

“We don’t know yet, the rescue team are still out but it’s not looking good,” You were both sobbing now, unsure if the fate of your husband and friend.

“All I know is you need to get down to Top Gun right now, that’s where they’ll be taken to. A driver has been sent for you, pack a bag for a few days and bring Bonnie and Sunny with you. You can stay with me,”

“Oh god I don’t know I’m gonna do if he’s hurt,” you sobbed, the pain of the possibility of your husband being much more than injured was gnawing at your brain.

You thanked Pete and hung up the phone before racing to pack some clothes for you and Bonnie to wear over the next few days. You hesitated before you went down stairs where you grabbed Sunny’s lead, food and bowl.

Within an half an hour, you were in a cab being driven towards the Naval school your husband and his friends had told you about so many times, and you prayed that you’d be able to hear him re-live his memories once more.

When you arrived, Pete met you outside the base. You sobbed in each other’s embrace briefly before he took Sunny back to his place for you, and you were ushered into an Admirals office.

“Mrs Kazansky I am so sorry to be the one to tell you this. The rescue team have just arrived back at base with Iceman and Slider. Slider is currently in a coma, but unfortunately Kazansky did not survive the crash,” the information relayed to you by the Admiral caused your heart to burn.

The second the news had processed within your mind, you had collapsed to the floor screaming out for your dead husband. You were a sobbing mess by the time Pete entered the room, and instantly he was a mess with you as he realised what this meant.

Pulling you up from your place on the floor, Pete grabbed you within his arms and cooed in your ear, he was clearly used to comforting distressed newly widowed women and men.

“Once again, I am so, so sorry for your loss Mrs Kazansky, the Navy will pay for the entire burial and funeral, and you’ll receive great compensation for your loss,” the admiral told you, clearly used to this kind of situation.

“I’m sure your kind words are appreciated , Admiral, as well the actions of the Navy towards Toms funeral, but your apologies are futile when there’s a Widowed lady and her fatherless child on the floor of your office,” Pete spoke on your behalf.

In your overpowering pain, you had almost forgotten the toddler who was now cradled within the arms of Pete, but now she was all you could think of.

You couldn’t raise a child on your own, you’d had your struggles even when Tom was around for help. Sure, the compensation from the Navy would help for a while but it would run out eventually and you’d be left to take care of yourself, a child and a dog on a single salary.

It was this thought that made you realise you would never see the smile of your husband as he read a bedtime story to your daughter again.

You would never be able to sit and watch amusedly as he galloped around the bedroom, enacting a very convincing knight who was attempting save princess Bonnie.

Never again will you wake up to your husband sitting beside you, a tray of your favourite breakfast and a cup of tea in his hands.

You’ll never be able to see his famous smirk again, the one he displayed to you six months ago as he bedded you, on the night before his deployment.

Thankfully, you were broken out of your spiralling thoughts as you were handed a letter.

The envelope was a baby pink colour, it was one of your own. In a black marker, the words “To my beloved, Y/n” were scrawled across the front. You would recognise the handwriting of your lover anywhere.

Turning over the envelope, you saw it was sealed with image of a heart stamped in gold wax. Carefully -as you wished to preserve the final letter you would receive from the love of your life- your shaking fingers opened up the envelope to reveal a letter that you wished you would never have to read.

To my sweet Y/n,

If you are reading this, I am dead. But I suppose you already know this, my love.

I am so sorry to have left you so early, my darling, I would never do it purposefully.

As I write this, you are pregnant with our first child, and I hope we manage to have many more before you have to read this letter.

I truly wish I didn’t have to write this, but my job is a hard one, it comes with extreme consequences that sometimes cannot be avoided.

I want you to enjoy your life without me, please do not dwell on our past together for too long, it will only make the truth more painful.

Please, my dearest sweetheart, live your life to the fullest, even in my absence.

You will be given access to the money I have saved since I was in college, I want that to go your life without me. Spend it however you want, as what is mine, is yours.

I want you to know that you and our unborn child are the best thing to ever happen to me. I know sometimes you doubt your ability to be a mother, but I can assure you you are perfection.

I love you, and am sorry to leave you however I have.

Yours in both life and death,

Tom Kazansky.

As you read the letter, your soul was once again crushed by despair. You could no longer deny that your husband was dead, as he had confirmed it himself within the letter.

“I want to see him,” you bravely demanded, attempting to wipe your tears before taking your daughter back into your arms.

As you were lead to the mortuary on base, you wailed as you watched Bonnies face. Her blue eyes and blonde hair made her the spitting image of her father. It wrecked you beyond belief to think that he would never see her grow up, but you were slightly comforted that you would always have a peice of him, stored within her.

The Morgue, as expected was a cold place. The pain you felt grew significantly as you entered the room and saw a covered figure laid out on the metal table in the middle of the room.

“I want to be alone,” you told the Admiral and Pete, handing your daughter over once again, you couldn’t let her see this.

You hated the amount of time you’d had to give away your daughter that day, it made you nervous for the future. Would you be able to raise a child on your own?

Once they had left, you slowly walked on wobbling legs towards the table.

Taking a deep breath in, you grasped the sheet within your hands, pulling it downwards.

The sight of your husband, rigid and pale, caused you to vomit on the floor next to you.

However, you managed to look at the now ruined face of your sweetheart.

You could clearly see injury that killed him, a piece of glass had jammed into his brain, quickly ending his life.

As well as this sickening image, his entire body were covered in scars, some of his fingers were broken, and the tip of his once-cute nose had been sliced off.

It was a gruesome sight, not something any wife should ever have to see, but despite this you managed to place a quick kiss to his bruised lips, saying good night to him one final time, before you collapsed to the floor once again.

When you awakened, you were no longer on the cold floor of the morgue, but in a warm comfy bed- much like the one you had shared with Tom.

At this thought you began to sob, and a warm weight beside you began to shift. Evidently, Pete had been kind enough to take you home and hold you as you sleep.

However as you began to fully wake up, tears streaming down your face, you were not met with the voice of Pete Mitchell.

Instead, your face was grasped within the hand of your husband, whose thumb was wiping away your tears.

“Hush now my love, whatever is the matter? Did you have another nightmare?” A sweet voice asked you.

A nightmare.

Ever since there was a close call on a mission, involving engine failure and mountains, you had been having relentless night terrors involving the death of your husband.

Choosing to stay quiet, you nodded slightly, and in response your husband - who was alive and well- pulled you into lap and held you in his strong grasp.

And there you fell asleep one again, within the warm embrace of your love, who cooed in your ear and ran his fingers through your hair.

A/n: IM SORRY. This was supposed to be a hurt/no comfort fic but the crying I was doing gave me a headache and I just couldn’t take it. There was supposed to be a painful funeral scene but I couldn’t bring myself to write it.

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[h0unds-of-h3ll]

I’ve just read Thorn 85000 times I’m literally frothing at the mouth. I can’t stop thinking of Lloyd and his low-key bimbo wife who gets everything and anything she asks for and let’s him use her in any way he wants in exchange for cute heels or a nice dress she’s wanted for a while. She gets her own car of her choice and 4 of the best cia trained body guards Lloyd could find to escort her wherever she wants to on the rare occasion Lloyd himself isn’t available to accompany her. Lloyds bimbo wife and her humongous body guards who she adores and makes carry around her mountain of shopping bags so her extremely expensive manicure that Lloyd paid for doesn’t get chipped and the only thing she carries around herself is her husbands credit card.

“I know you’ve already said no baby but please please can we get a dog? Just a little Pomeranian or something, nothing big”

“If you bend over this table right now and let me have that gorgeous fucking ass maybe I’ll think about it sweetheart”

“Okay😊😊” as she bends over immediately

Please develop on them if you can Omg, you’ve awoken a beast within me.

Oh. My. God. Anon yes.

You’d walk through the halls in a flowy dresses that Lloyd picked for you. Three men are always located to where you are, you know their names and families. Lloyd was flustered when you addressed them by their name and not their unit. When Lloyd deals with “business” he makes you promise to stay in your room. Everything you asked for is in there, ceiling to floor wall to wall is decorated in your image. Beautiful *expensive murals are painted above your bannister. You can tell whether the meeting was good or bad by how rough Lloyd is after. Some nights he can’t even look at you the same, others he’ll stay until dawn. One time he overslept and got caught with his big arm around your waist. You live a simple life, being a gopher for all his needs. He wants a massage with organic oils he requests you, he wants to hunt you in his labyrinth of a maze he gets it. And in return, you get a lavish life with a big man who hates anything soft. Yet, he returns to you each and every night.

Some nights he doesn’t come in, simply shooting you a text of his girthy cock between his broad thighs. “Thinking of you.” You may be oblivious to a lot of things but you know that he’s doing it to be cruel. Lloyd runs before daylight each morning, if he wanted you that bad he’d take it. He does it to keep you wanting he often thinks your tamed side he’s worked so hard on will become spoiled. When it does there’s a thing he likes to call “resetting” Even if Lloyd is a busy man he sets aside his schedule for however long to punish you. To make you remember that your his flower and he’ll pluck as many petals as he pleases. Once you’ve learned your lesson, he takes you out to go shopping or a vacation as a reward. He took you to Disneyland because your pleas finally got to him. He hated every minute of it. *He got to fuck you behind Splash Mountain so he called it a compromise.

When Lloyd is away for business he puts you in charge of keeping his castle maintained. He frequently keeps in touch, sending you lots of tough love. And m a n y unsolicited inappropriate photos. You were having breakfast, chatting with one of the guards when a message from Lloyd popped up. Him fucking his fist in a rapid pace with the sound on. If the guard wasn’t already scarred from working with Lloyd then he was now. Lloyd knows how to please his dopey petal. He comes home with tons of gifts. From tailored dresses, jewelry, to stuffed animals he gave you all. He made sure you lived like a princess.

The catch was you’d have to let the god of a man rearrange your guts and tear your ass into different shades of red. He’d never actually hurt you to where your skin would scar. He’d just fuck you raw and relentlessly. Pretty pink skirt of a dress pulled up to under your tits. Tits pooling out the front. Your acrylic nails leaving long streaks of bloody scratches down his back. Your heels digging into his ample ass. Each thrust splits your poor cunt into two. His cum filled your channels to the point where when he pulled out you still felt full. He’s gotten better albeit still the worst at aftercare, but now he kisses you sometimes and calls you pretty things. Lloyd Hansen lives like a king and it only makes sense to have you as his princess.

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[nuri148]

My Trip to Japan! ⛩️ Part 4

19.12.

We woke up early, had the funny breakfast, and took the suburban train to Nara. The impression we got from it is that it's a "normal" city. There are no major shopping miles like in Tokyo or Kyoto, just regular streets, even the pedestrian market-street. There are no shopping malls or big stores in the city center, only on the outskirts. We left our luggage at the hotel and went straight to Kasuga Taisha. It’s a beautiful Shinto shrine boasting more than 3000 votive fretworked bronze lamps, each of them different designs, hanging along the galleries of the main temple. These are only lit three times a year, but the shrine has a dark room with a few lamps lit for visitors to enjoy its magical appearance. In a corner of the garden, there’s a cedar tree about 1000 years old, depicted in a 14th-century scroll. A juniper tree grows diagonally from the roots of the cedar, for which part of the roof of the adjacent pavilion was cut to avoid hindering its development. In the same garden, in front of the goshuin office, there’s a gazebo with a 700-year-old wisteria.

The shrine is at the foot of another sacred mountain, Mount Kasuga or Mikasa (Yes! Mikasa!), a place just as moving as Fushimi Inari. Several pavilions and shrines rise around the main hall, always at the foot of the mountain, which simple mortals cannot access because it’s the dwelling place of the gods. One of these subsidiary shrines is the Meoto Daikokusha, dedicated to two deities, husband and wife, so people come to pray for a happy marriage. The complex started to grow in the 8th century, when the emperor certified the sacred nature of the mountain and prohibited hunting and logging, which preserved the native forest in its primeval state to this day. Moreover, deer are considered messengers of the gods enshrined in the main hall, so this contributed to the unique fact that deer roam freely throughout the park.

Nara Park is a bit like Hampstead Heath: it extends over many hectares, crossed by several roads, and houses various temples and buildings. The difference is the deer, which are really everywhere (we even saw a stray one near our hotel!). I feared they would be vicious; I’ve read some alarming accounts, and the warning signs didn't help, but fortunately, they were pretty civil (for a wild animal ofc). Obviously, they’re on the hunt for crackers and always on the lookout for anyone who can give them a snack, but people respect the rule to feed them only the special deer crackers sold in shops and stands all around the park. The deer, meanwhile, aren’t stupid at all: although they flock around you the second they see you holding crackers, they leave the vendors alone, even if they have piles of crackers in plain sight. The deer also give up bothering you quickly once they see you’ve run out of "shikasenbei" (I’ve no proof and no doubts they’re formulated to have a very faint smell that doesn’t cling to hands).

After visiting the shrine, we went up a bit a street that was supposed to have a lot of restaurants, but most of them were closed, we assume, due to being low season. The only place open was a souvenir shop with a diner area at the back. It was a typical roadside dingy diner, with a concrete floor; authentic 1970s furniture complete with Formica and fake leather; a mishmash of wonderfully kitschy decorations including, but not limited to, discoloured posters, deer antlers, various trinkets in their cellophane bags, statuettes of very questionable taste, cabinets that have never seen a duster, a sarong hung like a tapestry, a kerosene heater like my grandma's had, old furniture and stuff piled up in a corner, and a painting of a tiger so ghastly it gave Husband mild PTSD. In this unique place, we enjoyed one of the best meals, if not the best, of the whole trip: homemade katsudon and oyakodon, very tasty, with the ever-present miso soup on the side, and the Ojiisan making random comments ("Spain? Oh yeah, I visited Madrid long ago. Pesetas, they had." "Argentina, football"). And all for the price of a McDonald's menu in Europe. In the back, you could see a huge dining room, so during high season, the crowds must be significant.

After eating, we went to Kofuku-ji, which was a bit of a downer as the main hall wasn’t worth the ¥500 entrance fee (unless you're a huge Buddha fan ig). We could have just seen it from the outside and walk around the minor halls, which are free. We then took a bus to the outskirts, to the ruins of the Nara Imperial Palace. It’s a gigantic site (about 145 hectares) where, for the past 25 years, they have been slowly rebuilding the dependencies of the ancient palace, one pavilion at a time. It's an impressive job of archaeology, engineering, restoration, and craftsmanship, and it’s entirely for free though we wouldn't have minded paying an entrance fee here. Currently, there are three pavilions rebuilt, and they’re building the fourth under a roofed scaffolding with a platform for people to peek into the building site. 21st-century engineering and safety standards meet 8th-century construction techniques to achieve a reproduction as close to the original as possible. We also saw the reconstruction of the service dependencies and the museum space they have around the archaeological excavations. We didn't cover everything; it would have been a titanic undertaking, and the cold and wind were starting to take a toll on us. So we returned to the city and went to see the shops, staying mainly on the covered pedestrian street because of the drizzle. It turns out, everything closes at seven in Nara (except for large drugstores, gachapon, and the like), so we got into a ramen place for dinner. It seemed like the safest bet, but it wasn't. What a let down! The broth was so bland not even soy sauce made a difference. It was the most disappointing meal of the trip. How can you open a soup joint and not have a decent broth?

20.12

We started the day at Todai-ji. The entrance fee was high compared to what we'd been paying elsewhere. I get the feeling that the people of Nara might still be a bit salty about losing their status as capital city of Japan, which they held for only 75 years in the seventh century. Nara is only an hour away by suburban train from Kyoto and Osaka; it’s not on the Shinkansen line. I think this must result in most visitors coming just for the day. There probably aren't many like us, spending two days there while exploring all the heritage sites, and that's why the city lacks the touristic infrastructure of its neighbours.

The main hall of Todai-ji, the Daibutsu-den, houses a 15-meter bronze statue of the Buddha Vairocana. It was destroyed twice. The third and current building, built in the 18th century, is 30% smaller than the previous one, and yet still manages to be the world's largest wooden structure. Behind the Buddha, one of the columns has a 50 cm wide hole at its base—the size of the Buddha's nostril. It is said whoever manages to pass through the hole will attain enlightenment. After visiting the temple and the museum, we spent some time strolling through the park and feeding shikasenbei to the deer. We had a delicious lunch at a yakitori place, Shikamaru, which played the whole Beatles discography on full random.

In the afternoon we went to Horyu-ji, outside Nara. This Buddhist temple is made up of the oldest wooden buildings still standing: from the 8th century to our days. Again, though the entrance ticket price was normal to cheap for European standards, it was expensive compared to other temples. Still, the temple’s very nice, and even being a novice in Japanese architectural heritage you can tell the style’s a bit different from newer ones. We also were treated to a glimpse of Japan way off the beaten track: Horyu-ji is in a semi-rural village, complete with a handful of run-down shops around the train station, many of them closed; supermarkets and warehouse-type businesses along the main road, or shops scattered without a defined shopping mile. Low houses, vegetable patches, kids on bikes, very few people on the streets. I’ve seen a lot of little towns like this. I  like it how some places are the same everywhere you go, no matter how different we make them out to be.  

We spent the rest of the afternoon window-shopping - On the plus side, there was this gacha at the local Animate! ⬆️

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[mochie85]

I'm So Sick

Chapter 30 of my Mayari series.

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Summary: The last part of Mayari's memories. Loki finds out how you lost your voice. A/N: I took a lot of liberties in incorporating Filipino mythology and lore. I hope you all like it. This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist can be found here on Spotify. Word Count: 2111 Warnings: Action/fight sequence. Blood. Trauma. Song fic. Artwork: Mayari by Lasarasu

True to his word. Your father came to visit once a month. On the nights when the sky took over the heavens and the moon was nowhere to be seen. The sun unable to reflect light upon the new moon. That was when he would visit, and continued to visit for the next thousand years.

You never got off the islands. You were its protector. You watched over the people, living their lives. You saw babies being born, people finding love, then people exhaling their last breath. The never-ending cycle of life.

Your collection of little islands was abundant in beauty and assets. You and the people you had protected never wanted for much more than what the islands could provide. You protected the islets from ravagers, or from the other islanders trying to pillage the resources.

The people of the village brought you music as a thank you. They left offerings in exchange for protection and fertility. They would share the newest songs and the newest trends. They would leave mountains of books and papers. Anything and everything to do with the outside world.

You also continued to watch over Tala, making sure she was loved and cared for. Always feeling guilty for having a part in taking away your mother. She was free to come and go, as long as she was accompanied by your father. Sometimes, she would bring you back little gifts from the outside world as well.

When you weren’t watching over the villagers or your sister, you trained. You practiced with every available weapon they had on the island. Long daggers, Kampilans, Arnis fighting sticks, bamboo canes, longbows. You also sang and harmonized with the animals and the waves. Practicing your call on willing villagers.

One night, when the moon had hidden from the sky, on one of your father’s monthly visits, two strangers had accompanied him.

The Avengers had come to your home asking for help. Two of their heroes, the Man of Iron and the Hulking scientist, discovered the days getting longer, despite it being late in the year. As well as unusual weather patterns and droughts all along the islands of the Pacific. They had uncovered a plot by your eldest brother, to take control of the skies.

“After a thousand years, you’d think he would give up this notion of taking over.” Nature needed balance. The skies belonged to all of you, not just the god of the sun. It belonged to Tala, the goddess of the stars. And it belonged to you, the goddess of the moon.

“This is it, anak. You have grown more powerful and cunning. Avenge your mother. Stop your brother once and for all and prove to him that you will not go easily into the dark. Show him that you can shine as bright as him. When you have proven you are capable, you can be set free.” The promise of freedom filled you with hope and fear. You have known nothing but this island growing up. You had nowhere else to go. “I don’t have much longer myself. As soon as I pass, the enchantment on this island will leave. You will be visible again. He will find you. I am proud of you, my daughters. Take care of each other.”

“You can do it, até.” Tala encouraged. “When you do, we can explore the world together. I can show you wonderful things that papa has shown me.” You smile at your little sister and engulf her in your arms.

“I’m sorry, Tala. For taking mama away. I will end this.” You whispered to her.

“I never blamed you. You know that.”

“And for that, I am eternally grateful that I have you as my sister.”

It was not long before Apolaki found your secret islands. Two days after your papa had passed- two days after you held a ceremony for his safe passage into a new life, you heard your older brother call out your name. He came at sunrise, with the power and glory of the new dawn.

“So this is where he’s been hiding you,” Apolaki said slowly approaching you. “I will kill you and then our little sister too. And when I’m done with your friends, I can finally reign over the skies.”

“There is no point in bringing others into this, kuya. Fight me and leave them out of this.”

“You’ve had more than a thousand years to practice, little sister. Let’s see how you can fight.”

He attacked. He lunged at you with his gayang sword. You blocked it with your daggers, chipping away small pieces of the blade. You fought the best you could. You landed punches and were able to keep him on the defense.

Loki stood off in the distance, next to Tony and Bruce. He had never seen you as agile and powerful as he did right now. Have you been holding back this whole time? Have you been suppressing your strength? He knew that this was just a memory. This was your past and that you were safe, in his arms, in the real world. But he can’t help but wonder if you’ll make it out.

With each blow landing on Apolaki, he gave you one back. You felt like you weren’t strong enough. A thousand years of training for you meant a thousand years for Apolaki as well. You were being beaten. You could only do so much before you got tired. You kept receiving blow after blow. Hit after hit. You were lucky to land a couple of punches to his temple or his ribs. The last straw was when he called out a fireball in the palm of his hands.

“NO!” Tala yelled, revealing her hiding spot. She was followed by Tony and Bruce. You can see the iron suit had started to form around Tony and the scientist started to grow and turn green. Tala called forth her bow and celestial arrows. She aimed it at Apolaki, the tip a bright burning ball of gas and light.

“What are you waiting for?! HELP HER!” Loki yelled at Tony.

Apolaki switched targets. He was now aiming for your sister. You weren’t thinking. Lying on the ground, seeing him turn to attack your sister and your friends, you started singing the first song that came to your head. Whispers at first, but as your anger grew, your powers grew. Even though the sun was out and high in the sky, you had called the moon out to do your bidding.

I will break into your thoughts With what’s written on my heart I will break, break.

The wind picked up around you and you transformed under the moonlight. Your hair shone bright silver-blue. Your eyes had changed their pearlescent white, and your markings had crept up your skin like ink bleeding on paper. A bright round halo appeared behind the crown of your head. Its final shape takes the form of a crescent moon behind you.

I’m so sick, Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, selfishness. I’m so sick. I’m so sick.

Loki was in awe. It’s been so long since he’s seen your moon form. He doubts he ever will again. You were radiant and glorious.

If you want more of this We can push out, sell out, die out. So you’ll shut up and stay sleeping. With my screaming in your itching ears.

Apolaki sank to his knees. With every word, he could feel his insides turn, like a vice was squeezing his organs, draining the blood from his body. His bones ached as if they were splintering from the inside.

Hear it! I’m screaming it. You’re heeding to it now. Hear it! I’m screaming it. You tremble at the sound.

Writhing in pain, he forgot about the fireball in his hand and tried to cover his ears. But your powers were uncontrolled. Everyone who was within earshot of you felt your compulsion. Tala and The Avengers were on the ground as well, doubled over in excruciating agony.

You sink into my clothes And this invasion makes me feel Worthless, hopeless, sick. I’m so sick, Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, selfishness. I’m so sick.  I’m so sick.

The moon’s pull was strong since it had been summoned. It was closer than it should be. The tides around the island had started picking up, like tsunamis ready to break. Like the tides, your body was attracted to the gravitational pull of the moon, and you started to hover.

You wanted Apolaki to hurt. To never think of harming you and your sister ever again. He would always be like this, looking down on you two because your father had relations with your mother, a mortal woman. He never thought of us as equals.

Apolaki reached for the closest thing to him, a bamboo cane, and swung at your head, in hopes to stop you. It found its mark on your right eye.

The sudden blow made you stop singing and you fell to your knees. An unbearable sting crept into your eye. You momentarily saw a flash of bright white before you lost your sight completely. You stumbled over from the strike. It incapacitated you long enough that the moon had gone, disappeared into the sky. You called out and screamed holding your right eye as you felt warm blood trickle down your face.

You had screamed so loud and so fiercely that your voice was heard throughout the Pacific. Everyone who heard you felt your pain as if it were their own. They clutched their eye, feeling the phantom pains of being struck.

Although Loki was only witnessing it in your memories, he felt the sudden burn in his eye, almost as if he were truly there with you.

You finally stopped screaming. The air from your lungs gone. The people around you slowly got up with the sudden pain vanished from their bodies, sweat dripping, and fatigued as if they’ve been in intense torture for hours. The call was powerful. That much Apolaki knew now. He won’t be able to take over the skies as he planned. And it was just you he was fighting. He knew that both of his half-sisters had gifts. He can’t imagine the power you two could wield if you had used your divinity together.

He laid there, unable to move. Frenzied breath and sweat-covered body. But he could still hear you. In his head, long after you had stopped singing. He could hear your voice screaming your song. Unrelenting and never-ending.

So you’ll shut up and stay sleeping. With my screaming in your itching ears.

You hadn’t meant to use your powers on anyone but Apolaki. You were not used to using the Call as a weapon. You had just wanted to stop your kuya. Even with your blurry vision, you recognized your sister on the ground, almost lost to your carelessness. A cold feeling, a darkness crept into your heart. That was when you blacked out.

You had woken up to a room full of healers. Tala was crying in the corner. You felt the cloth against your right eye before you realized that your blurry vision was only coming from your left. Tony had explained that the Triumph Division came by. They had heard your scream from the fight. Red Feather III, the leader of the Triumph Division, had come to escort Apolaki away. They found him petrified on the ground, with his eyes still open and his body slightly trembling.

You tried to answer back, but your voice had gone. You remembered screaming before you blacked out. Maybe my throat is just hoarse.

Seeing that there was no longer a threat, Tony and Dr. Banner had returned home with a promise to stay in contact. You had stayed at the healer’s for a couple more weeks until your bandage was taken off. Your right eye had been saved and you were glad to find that you could still see through it, although somewhat blurry. Yet, your voice had not returned.

You went to modern doctors in hopes of finding a cure. The first time off the islands and it was to tend to your injury. But without revealing too much, they couldn’t help you. Your right eye had never shone bright again ever since the fight. When you transformed under the moonlight, you didn’t feel complete. Your right eye had stayed the same color, a visible scar glowing, running through your right eye. And your voice…never came back.

⬅Chapter 29: Demons | Chapter 31: Misguided Ghosts➡

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[elizainjapan]

June 7th- Mt. Takao Day Trip

Today we spent pretty much the whole day walking and hiking Mt. Takao. The weather was such a change from yesterday because it was gorgeous out. We had a nice late start to our day, and then we traveled by train for about one and half hours to our destination. By this time, we were all a little hungry, so we split grabbed lunch. My group had Riki in it (YAY RIKI), and we ate at an Italian place nearby. We were all so sick and tired of soba that we wanted to try something new, and the restaurant did not disappoint. I had some sort of alfredo pasta and it was delicious. Unfortunately, it sad like a brick in my stomach for most of the hike. We took a chair lift up about half of the mountain and then hiked the rest. The shrines were beautiful, but the hike back was brutal on my knees. I definitely broke a sweat when I ran part of it. The entire hike was close to 4 hours too, so I worked off my pasta for sure. When I got home, I showered, and now I’m at Vishnu’s birthday dinner where he’s having A5!

Academic Reflection-

Japan’s forest preservation techniques have kept Japan so beautiful for centuries. We learned that the many policies put in place to promote wood for samurai to build their castles. The Japanese didn’t seem to care much about the ecosystem, but they did have sacred forests for when they’re Shinto gods in trees. Those forests could not be cut down, and priests must come to bless the tree for cuttings. Even today we say an octopus tree that was 450 years old that they could not cut down. Because so many people would rub the tree for luck, they made a small statue of an octopus that we rubbed instead. There were also multiple black orbs on the trail, and I wasn’t too sure what they did, but they used to be able to be spun as an alternative to saying the sutras.

We walked through multiple shrines today, and I gave an offering to help me on the quizzes for this class. In the Edo Period, forestry management was divided through administrative tasks, and public and private properties were still important. The soil was very fertile, making the land very valuable.

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Patrochilles week 2022 | Day eight theme: Second chances

Summary: Achilles hears from his mother that she cannot see into the moutains, of what he gets upto every day. He thinks back to three years prior, of that fated kiss on the beach, and wonders if there is another chance for him.

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Pairing: Achilles x Patroclus

POV: Achilles

It was after we turned twenty.

I went to meet my mother, quietly making my way to the river. I sat under a pomegranate tree, now old and withered with age, and waited for her.

I did not have to wait long. The air went eerily still. The birds stopped singing, as if a predator was on the loose. I leaned against the bark and closed my eyes. I smelled her before I even saw her; seawater laced with dark brown honey. I greeted her. "Hello, mother."

My mother stood there, cold and unmoving. "My son," She made no attempt to sit in the shade with me. Such casual attitudes were beneath her. "You are well?"

"I am." When she raised an eyebrow, I stood up, biting back the need to sigh as I did so. "Mountain life is better than I thought it would be. I am very happy here."

She made an hmph sound. It was something she did whenever she was displeased. "Happy with that mortal, you mean."

Mother and her baseless hatred for Patroclus. I fought back the urge to sigh again. "I am mortal too, mother."

She did not like that. She did not like being reminded that her child was part of a race she despised. "That is different." Words came out sounding like waves crashing over reefs, hoarse and jarring to the ear. "For you could still be a god, if you are great enough."

Here we go again. Mother and her dreams for me to attain immortality and join the ranks of the divine. She does not even know how it could be achieved. The higher Gods were mercurial and could say no, just because they felt like it, and mother was just a Nereid. Someone of little consequence to the higher Gods, not that I would point that out to her. "Yes. That is why I train every day." I said instead. I did not want to get into an argument on such a beautiful day.

She studied me, then continued. "What goes on in Pelion besides your training?"

That question, of what goes on with my life on Pelion. Whenever she visits me, she asks about everything that went on in the mountain. It was strange, I thought. My mother could see everything. She was a goddess.

Or perhaps, she could not see all as she claimed she did?

"Why do you ask me that?" I asked nonchalantly. "Every time you come here, you ask that question. Why, mother?"

Mother’s eyes flickered for the briefest of moments. "Mother?" I asked again. "Why do you always ask that question of me?"

She refused to answer and stood still, her arms folded across her chest. Understanding dawned on me as my eyes went wide. "You cannot see, can you?" I said as I softly bit on the insides of my cheeks to stop the giddy joy from shining through. "You cannot see what goes on in Pelion?"

"I cannot." She ground out the words, thoroughly displeased that I knew this now. "I cannot see. Many years ago, Chiron placed a spell around the mountain, to protect his students from eyes that should not see."

And if the owners of those eyes that should not see actually wanted to see, they would have to come up the mountain to do it. I gently bit down on my cheeks again to stop a smile from forming. Mother cannot see us. She cannot see me and Patroclus. "Of course, mother." I changed topics, for I could see her displeasure only growing. I did not want her to suddenly decide to send me somewhere else, somewhere Patroclus could not follow. "As for what else I get up to in mountain--"

I tell her. About our fishing and hunting trips, and learning the art of healing from Chiron. I spoke to her about my training, about my learning new fighting skills, and she seemed pleased with my interest in improving myself even more. When the sun was well above our heads, she took her leave of me. I could not get back to the cave fast enough. My mind was going over what she said, over and over again.

She could not see. My mother could not see.

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That night, we stayed by the fire for as long as we could. I took up my lyre, Patroclus and Chiron listened. I played a haunting air, my eyes flicking over to Patroclus at every possible moment.

I still remember that day at the beach like it was yesterday. We had just turned seventeen. I talked to him about a new song I was composing. He spoke of a letter from his father. Menoetius had softened somewhat, and sent letters on and off, inquiring after his son. My own father’s reports of Patroclus’ improvements may have helped, no doubt.  

We were content to lie there, watching the waves lap against the sand. It was a hot day, we were lazy. We kept talking, all the while this feeling kept creeping up on me. It was there when Patroclus greeted me first thing in the morning, and it was there when he said good night. I would feel it when I would suddenly wake up, after a dream filled with soft hands reaching out to touch me. Whenever I was not around Patroclus, I would grow impatient, counting down the minutes till I could see him again. That feeling compelled me to seek him out, sometimes to the point of my leaping onto his bed and pressing my nose right up to his. I would say, "Good morning," even as he struggled to open his eyes.

It was that same feeling I had that day on the beach. It felt light and sweet, something I dared not give a name to. Patroclus looked to me, his eyes filled with a nervous anticipation. I watched him, my eyes going to his lips, my throat going dry. That feeling grew and grew, until he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

It felt so clumsy and awkward. I had no idea what I was doing. He did not either. It was still so sweet, and my hand found itself in his hair. His lips were soft and tasted of the figs we had been eating earlier. Desire started to take root, and fear as well. I feared the repercussions, of what would happen if word got out. What would people say? What would my parents say?

When he pulled away, fear grew in his eyes, just as it did in mine. I wanted to kiss him again, but I did not, all at the same time. Confusion and fear tore at me. I needed to think. To get away and clear my head, to make sense of what was happening to me. Just as Patroclus reached out, just as he tried to speak, I rose to my feet and ran.

I had never forgiven myself for that, for my running away. Patroclus had to face my mother’s wrath alone. He did not speak to me that night or the next day, when I prepared to leave. I feared I had lost him forever.

Yet he followed me here. He could have stayed with my father, curried his favour, perhaps even been adopted as a second son. Father liked him, it would have been possible, yet he followed me here. Patroclus took a big risk by following me here.

Perhaps I had another chance after all.

Chiron’s head dipped forward as he struggled to stay awake. "Are you tired, Chiron?"

Our mentor managed a sleep smile. "I find that I am." He yawned and settled onto his folded legs. I smiled and stopped playing. "Then we shall leave you to your rest."

He bade us both a good night. Patroclus followed me back into the cave, and we prepared for the night. I went through the rituals of night-time first, then Patroclus. "Mother says she cannot see here," I lay in bed and said it out loud. Patroclus had been washing himself. "What?" He put the soap and towel away, and came back to bed. The pallet felt all the warmer for it.

I looked up to the ceiling, my eyes going over the painted stars, now illuminated by the light of a taper. "Mother cannot see. Something to do with a spell of protection. She cannot see us, what we do, while we are on Pelion."

He went quiet, as did I. Usually I would point at the painted stars, and Patroclus would try to name them. This time there was nothing, just this dizzying anticipation. I turned to my side, silently, waiting. Finally, Patroclus turned, his eyes resting on mine. "Do you--" I swallowed, fearing what I was about to say would put him to flight. "Do you remember our kiss?"

He nodded. "Are you angry that I ran away? Left you alone on that beach?" I asked.

"No." Patroclus seemed to pause. "I should not have done it. It was improper of me and--"

"Well, what if I told you I liked it? That I wanted more of it?" My cheeks flushed as I took that plunge over the precipice. I had to take that risk and find out if he still felt the way he did three years ago. "You are playing with me," he said quietly.

"I am not." I said. "What if I told you I liked it, I like you. What would you say then?"

He went quiet before saying, "I will always be by your side, for as long as you would have me."

We lay there, looking at each other in silence, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, I took another plunge and leaned in, till my lips pressed against his.

Neither of us regretted it.

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I microdosed today and cried looking outside.

My friend Mimi wrote this book “Be Not Afraid of Love” and it’s doing really well and since I’ve been in Syracuse I’ve been slowly taking it in and reading to it on audible. And I feel like I’m walking with my friend as they guide me through 10 chapters of the past few years. They talked about a train ride they took across the country that they’ve always wanted to take and I remember seeing it on their stories and it just looked beautiful and so peaceful they recalled a story with people they met on a cart 3 elders and they would have conversations that wouldn’t seem to have any end and as I listen to Mimi explain the story it sit outside my mothers balcony. We grew up poor my mother had me at 16 her having a view like this is a testament to her commitment to living a life she’s always wanted. We’re all still working class people and it seems like the work will be endless for the time being. Mimi says during their trip they 4 of their cart mates had dinner and they fell onto the topic of God. Apparently it was a tense moment and they all grew quiet but then began to share their perspectives despite their differences. It’s funny because it’s parallel to the experience I’m having in life. Mimi asked them when they all have felt or experienced god and they all simultaneously point to the sun.

As I get this part of the story I cry the micro-dose is starting to make sense. As I sit outside the balcony I see the snow dusting the trees and look at the ground and see pops of green and brown. I see birds weaving around each other returning to or leaving from their nests in unison. I see a tower that sits at the top of the hill of one of my favorite places to walk in the city, peeking behind it is a mountain covered with snow. There’s a moment I become overwhelmed as I begin crying I hear Mimi on the audiobook describing where they are and how we are there together. For the first time in a long time I experienced God.

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Israel - Day 5

It was another absolutely jam-packed day here in Israel, with our tour guide John keeping us busy from 7:30am until 9:30pm and that’s not including the optional 5am sunrise hike that some of the group did this morning... They should re-name the trip from the Adventure Tour to the No Rest No Sleep Tour! As I write this blog in bed at 11:30pm, knowing I have a 7am start again tomorrow... My tired body knows that future Kimberly will be glad I wrote down everything that happened today, as it’s so easy to forget it all. A lot happens in one day!

We started our day in Masada where we had stayed the night before. Some opted for the 5am sunrise hike up the snake path, which I did not do, unsurprisingly. Instead, we took the cable car up the cable car up the 300m cliff-face to see the old city on the hill. The old city was very large and had a palace for King Herod, surprise surprise. This guy seems to have built a lot of fancy things here in Israel around the time of Jesus! There is an incredible story about this place when Romans came to invade it and the 1,000 Jewish people inside killed themselves because it would’ve be been better than to suffer at their enemies hands. It’s a long story! But because of that history, Masada is super important to the Jews. So much so that as part of their army training, Israeli’s come up the snake path in full gear! Now that would be a workout!

Masada was amazing. Cliffs on literally every side, only one very steep and narrow path to get up the hill, yet that's what people did back in the day. There’s also incredible storage for food and water up there, which is crazy because it’s literally at the top of a mountain in the desert with cliffs on each side... Wow... The scenery around Masada was stunning, reminded me a lot of the Grand Canyon and the Nevada/Utah area in the USA. Similar to yesterday’s scenery in Qumran, as it’s all the same area. 

After our time melting in the insanely hot desert heat (who decided it would be a good idea to come to the Middle East in the middle of their Summer?!) we went to En Geti. En Geti was so incredible. I feel like every day there’s a new place I visit that I say is stunning and beautiful and breath-taking and blah blah blah... Well, sorry but En Geti gets all the words too! En Geti is a natural spring with waterfalls and creeks, but it’s in the middle of the desert! Whaaaaaat?!

The Israel desert is a tough place to be. It is hot and dry and barren. I would definitely complain with the Israelites if I had to walk around the desert for 40 years! But then, almost out of nowhere, appears a line of trees and greenery. Follow the greenery and you end up at the waterfalls of En Geti. Wow! Since it’s a natural spring, the water is cold, like, actual, real, cold water! Now that’s a first for our Israel trip!

The first waterfall we stopped at was so cool because you could stand under it and get absolutely soaked, which was much needed! Then we walked to another waterfall and by golly, it was STUNNING! Look I even used capital letters to describe it! Although unless you’ve spent a few days walking in the desert and seeing all the scenery nearby, I don’t think you could quite understand the significance of En Geti. The second waterfall area we saw literally looked like what I imagine parts of Heaven to be like. Or maybe the Earth in it’s original form as God intended it. 

Picture a desert with big orange cliffs and caves, then picture an oasis of green covering one of the outcrops, with a large waterfall coming down from way up high. The water pools at the bottom and there’s rocks to sit on and more greenery in the canopy. Birds fly overhead and if you turn around you can see amazing views of the desert out to the Dead Sea... If I was Herod, this is where I would’ve built my palace and then never left! We read about En Geti in 1 Samuel 24 as it is where David and his men are hiding from King Saul in a cave, and David has the opportunity to kill Saul but doesn’t. Pretty cool!

After cooling off in the waterfall, we hoped back on the bus for a 1hr drive to Jerusalem, and for the first time since arriving in the Middle East, I had time to listen to some music! Yay! Happy Kimberly! Particularly as yesterday I had realised I was really missing my music. So that was nice. But I did reeeeeally need to pee on our way and so as soon as we arrived at our next spot I leapt off the bus and ran to the toilet, which everyone thought was hilarious for some reason. I was busting!

Just before arriving in Jerusalem, we heard Psalm 122 read in Hebrew and English which was nice to hear as we entered the city. Our first stop was the Mount of Olives, where we visited a little chapel and heard Psalm 125 as well as sung Amazing Grace. We then walked down the hill slightly to the Garden of Gethsemane. John read Scripture, showed us a map and we had a time of prayer and reflection. All the while we have a stunning view of Jerusalem and the Temple Mount. Wow. It was a real “pinch me” moment to be sitting there, looking out at Jerusalem, thinking about everything that happened here... Hard to process...

After we checked into our accomodation, John took us on a 3hr outing to the old city for dinner and then to the Western Wall, or as I know it, the Wailing Wall. The Western Wall is the most important and holy site for Jews, as it is the closest remnant of the Temple they have. Jews come here to pray for peace in Jerusalem, based on Psalm 122:6-7. It was amazing to see so many people there, even at 8:30pm! 

I didn’t know we were going there tonight and I didn’t have any paper on me, so sadly I couldn’t put my written prayer in the wall like I would’ve liked to... But it was still amazing to see the wall and think about all the millions and millions of people who have come here over the years and prayed. Most people were praying really passionately too and weeping. It made me feel like I had a weak faith or wasn’t taking it seriously enough maybe. 

It’s also interesting to me that most of Israel is Jewish, not Christian. Only a tiny percentage is Christian, yet we’re in the land where Jesus lived! How can that be? So all the passionate Jewish people praying at the Western Wall... They don’t believe Jesus is the Messiah... That blows my mind...

There was lots of information we learnt about Jerusalem and the Temple Mount today, but I am waaaaaaay too tired to try and explain it all now. I’m sure I’ll learn more and can explain in another post... Right now, it’s bedtime!

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I painted this picture from a couple of different photos I took of the tram waiting to leave to the Port of Palma from the church in Sollier. I began to think of the train as a vessel that transports the oranges from their warm and peaceful lives to their inevitable sweet and delicious death. I recently found out that my friend has Leukemia thats not responded to chemo and I found myself wishing that he too could be an orange in Spain, every journey blessed so quietly. Life would be so simple if we got to just grow in the sun and wander through the mountains. Our life would be so peaceful and our death would be so sweet bringing others so much joy. I really found myself missing having faith and hope that god blesses our movments through life and everything is going to be okay because we are not oranges and things are not okay.

I was interested in the story of the Willow Tree. Its the traditional picture you see on proper China plates. There are a few various different versions but the main gist of the tale is that two people fell in love, one who what high up in the chinese dynasty and one who was her inferior. The declared their love and it was not recieved well and they were forced to flee. The fled to a small island and he began to write. He became very scsessful but unfortunatley he was so sucsessful that word spread of his words and the emporor found them. They sent three warriors to the island and they burned the house down with the couple inside. The gods saw this happen and took pity on the couple and change them into doves. I love how this fable was eternalised through the medium of ceramic. I think theres something beautiful about taking a painful memory and changing it into something tangable that can outlast us all. I decided covert the story into a sort of mobile that can hang peacfully in a space.

I was in a slips and surfaces class as part of my ceramic elective and Gemma showed me how to transfer prints onto ceramic with crisp lines. You begin by mixing pigmented ceramic dust with water to make a runny paste. You then paint the mixture onto some glass and dry it thoroughly. you the gently place some newsprint paper on top and draw your line image. I loosely painted some shadows of the painting onto a slab of clay and once it dried I transferred the ceramic print.

I know there is no such thing as a magic train that takes you on a blessed and beautiful journey through life but I found it comforting to make something I can see and touch and cement a hope in that things are okay because life is sweet and uncomplicated. Ultimately, he wasn't on that holiday with me and did not get to take any of this magic that could do what medicine seems to be unable to do.

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Chapter 8: Memory

Everything is pitch black. Not surprised since Morpheus completely reset the plains, but that doesn't matter. I ask, "So what do we do?" Morpheus appears behind me, and puts his hand on my shoulder. He says, "Don't worry, I'm just choosing your dream." Morpheus lets go of my shoulder, and snaps his finger. He says, "Well, this one is very interesting indeed." I look at him with a confused expression on my face. I ask, "You already know what's in the dream?" He signals me to be quiet and says, "From here on out, you will be put in the perspective of your own dream. After it ends you will have a short amount of time to ask me anything, and then you will wake up." Morpheus then slowly starts to fade, and the dream world transforms into a beautiful village brimming with joyous people. Civilians chanting to their gods, and everyone is just in an overall good mood. The sun shun brightly over the clear blue sky. The houses are humongous , and are made out of different types woods. Oak, Ebony, Maple, Citrus, Olive, and Cedar. The people are roaming the streets dancing, singing, and some are even riding bulls. The elderly are filled with energy! It's as if they aren't old at all! The children jumped around, and played with dolls made out of wool. The babies laughed all the time, and never let out a single tear. It seemed to be the perfect civilization. No one cared about anything, no one batted an eye if you made any weird movements. They're living their lives to the fullest. They have free will. There were mountains around the edges of the village. Getting out of here would be quite the hassle. Before the mountains, there are forests surrounding us too. Who knows what kinds of animals there are?

There's a palace at the end of the village. It is filled with Gold. I'm guessing that's where the leader lives. The dreamworld then suddenly started to shift my perspective onto the me of the dream. Everything turned white, and all of a sudden, I've become a little kid. I was holding hands with a woman. She was gorgeous, with scarlet colored eyes, the smile of which could belong to that of a Goddess, Tanned light skin, her hand was as soft as a feather, she was abnormally tall, and had long curly black hair, she wore a black toga dress, and was bare foot. I ask, "Mommy, where are we going?" She halts our movement. She looks at me, and picks me up. She says, "My son, we have been invited to the palace of blessings. We have been given the honor to formally meet the priest. He will educate us on our Gods!" She jumped in excitement, but as she did, the ground started to shake, and the people laughed louder than ever. An old man from a distance yelled in sarcasm, "Hey Serenity! You're gonna make us fall! Haha!" My mother chuckled and waved at the old man. We continued walking towards the palace. People waved at us, and the bulls bowed down as we passed by. I ask, "Mommy why are the animals doing that?" She replies, "Well, it seems that they've been trained to do that. Anyways, look son! We're getting close!" The place was ginormous, and it had twelve pillars holding it in place. Each pillar had a face, and a different symbol. It had approximately twelve stairs, and it had two enormous golden gates with two guards making sure no one gets in. My mother inhales and exhales, and says, "Well, let's behave good, alright?" She smiled, and took us to the front gates. The guards get in front of us, and one of them says, "Ma'am you aren't allowed to step into the palace. If you want to admire it, then please do it from a safe distance." My mother grins and says, "Sir, we've been invited by the priest himself to come in." She takes out a gold paper that was in between her breasts and says, "Here you go, this is proof." The guards look at it, and signal her to go through. She says, "Thank you, and may the Gods bless you both." She steps through the gates, but before we could go up the stairs, one of the guards yells, "HEY! THE CHILD DOES NOT HAVE AN INVITE! HE MUST HAVE ONE OR HE STAYS!" She looks back and yells, "HE IS WITH ME! I WON'T ALLOW HIM TO STAY ALONE!" She continues to go up the steps, but the guard yells, "IF YOU TAKE ANOTHER STEP, THEN WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO USE FORCE! LEAVE THE CHILD!" She grits her teeth, and yells, "WE DON'T HAVE TO RESORT TO VIOLENCE! WE COULD DO THIS PEACEFULLY, RIGHT?" The guard replies, "NO! LEAVE THE CHILD OR FACE THE WRATH OF OUR LAW!"

My mother puts me down, and says, "Pluto, you're a good boy. Now, I'm gonna need you to stay seated here, ok? This'll only take a few seconds." I sit down on the steps, and my mother walks down to the guards. The guard yells, "I SAID BRING THE CHILD!! HE DOESN-" She puts her hand on their shoulders, and she whispers something into their ears. They calm down, and let her go. She walks back to me smiling, and lets up a thumbs up. She picks me up and takes us inside the palace. She gasps, and her voice echoes throughout the whole place. Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops. She's laughing,and tears of joy start to fall from her face. She exclaims, "It's gorgeous! It's beautiful! It's exquisite! It's magnificent! It's Ho-" A man in all white interrupts her, and finishes her sentence. "It's holy." ,He says in calm soft voice.

The place was of course filled with Gold, but the difference is that for some odd reason it had this heavy spiritual lifting your sins kind of sensation. It's as if all of my negative feelings have been completely vanquished. It does feel that way throughout the entire village, but this sensation feels stronger when we're in here. It really is a palace of blessings. On the edges of the roof, there are many paintings. Depicting many moments that have happened or will happen. There are two giant mirrors of gold, and each mirror is parallel to each other. One of them on the left side, and the other one on the right. The mirror on the left had a naked woman, and she had hands around her form the shape of a heart. The mirror on the right side had man with Gladiator armor, he is holding a spear on his right hand, and a shield on his left. In the middle of the palace, there were three giant statues of three men preparing for combat. One of them was riding a kraken, and he was wielding a trident. The second man was riding a cloud, and he was wielding a lightning bolt. The third man was riding a fierce dragon, It was bigger than the kraken, and it was letting out flames from its mouth. The man on the dragon was wielding nothing. Instead, he held his hands up high as if he were taunting the other two. There were no windows other than the one at the middle of the roof. You can see the sun shining its light directly above it.

The white man says, "You are Serenity, right?" My mother replies, "Yes sir, that is I." She gives out the biggest smile. The man replies, "I am the priest. Some call me the leader of the village, but I can assure you that I just like to spread the word of the Gods." I say, "Mommy? Why is that man in all white? Why are we all alone?" My mother gently pats my head and says, "Don't worry my son, we're here to learn and to be blessed, right?" The Priest nods in affirmation. He asks, "Well, what do you know about the word of the Gods?" Mother replies, "Not much, but I'd like to know more about Zeus. He's the most powerful, right?" The Priest smiles and says, "Well, if that is what you wish to learn then follow me, but allow me to warn you that learning about him is a grave sin. You will be punished." My mother nods, and says, "That's fine. I wish to learn about him." The Priest leads us to the statue of the man on the cloud. He presses what appears to be a button on the its left foot. The three statues start to rotate and rise up revealing stairs underneath them. The Priest says, "After you." Mother chuckles and heads down. The Priest asks, "What got you interested in learning about Zeus?" She replies, "Well, I've had a thing or two for lightning. It's loud, and dangerous. I've always wondered about the one behind such a strong phenomenon." We continue to head down the stairs, and then the statues close down on us. Everything turns dark, but we can clearly see the priest since he dressed in all white. The Priest lights up a torch, and says, "Don't worry we're almost there." As few more steps, and we reach a door. It's no ordinary door, nor is it made of gold. It has the symbol of a lightning bolt imbedded in it, and it's made out of silver. The Priest says, "Excuse me, I have to open the door for you." Mother steps aside, letting him open the door. We step inside, and it reveals many illustrations of Zeus. The Priest says, "These are all the stories about the almighty Zeus. His battles, his past, his family, and maybe even his future." My Mother stops smiling, and her facial expression changes into a serious one, and her eyes start to glow red. She asks, "Would you mind teaching us about him?" The Priest replies, "Ma'am from here on out, it is up to you. For it is a sin to learn about Zeus. I only led you here for it was your own choice. I don't want to partake in this. I'm sure you'll understand." The Priest starts to tremble in fear. My mother sighs, and puts her hand on his shoulder and says in a soft gentle tone, "O dear lonesome one, thou shall not fear thy knowledge. For it shall be used to pursue those who have neglected the law of free will. Become one who shall partake in the victory for the battle that has taken place for over a millennia. Please lonesome one, help us understand." The Priest calms down, and says, "Yes ma'am, allow me teach you about the God of Gods."

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