#i know in the show she got too greedy for power and left

[cryptidflavored]

oh little sun, she looks to much to the moon to see your glow

#mlp #mlp gen 4 #sunset shimmer #celestia #princess celestia #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #mlp art #mlp redesign #just thinking about sunset shimmer being celestias old student #i know in the show she got too greedy for power and left #but just thinking about her being so desperate to receive the approval of the god who chose her #only for her to constantly fall short #celestia's eternal grief creates yet another hurt child #celstia trying to fill lunas place in her heart with sunset but ultimately she'd never be enough #so she loses sunset too #and when she finds twilight she keeps her close. maybe too close. determined to do better even if her expecations weigh heavy on twilights #shoulders. her expectations that she'll be the one to save her sister

[skye-huntress]

The Witch from Mercury Finale Reaction

Episode 24: “May All Blessings Find Their Way to You, I’m Wishing It”

Title is a reference to the season 1 OP, I see.

They’re planning to fire, again? The more this drags out, the harder it will be to cover up.

I see Guel is riding shotgun with Felsi. That said, that definitely would not be very safe during a real firefight.

Is Suletta reaching her limits, now of all times? Well, it does seem to early for that so she’ll probably be fine.

Aaaaand, I just watched the rest at once without taking notes, so prepare for everything to be out of order and me forgetting things

Let’s see, Suletta and Aerial were brought in, and Suletta did eventually wake up on her own. She hadn’t quite reached her limits yet but she was definitely in the red.

Although they successfully shut down Quiet Zero, everyone else got themselves captured in the meantime. Martin, did you even do anything?!

You got to admit, that was a pretty good line from Miorine, and dead on. Taking hostages is unnecessary, Suletta will show up on her own anyway.

If I’m not mistaken, Suletta has previously chastised herself for being too greedy, but now she’s owning it. Girl knows what she wants and she’s going to make it happen.

We’ve been waiting, for this entire series, for this very moment, when Suletta stands up to her mother and openly defies her.

This is the point where shit gets a little weird. I did not much care for Number 4 and certainly wasn’t expecting his return, especially now of all times. Apparently everyone who has used the Gundams exists in the datastorm, not just Eri. Which means they were the ones who interfered last episode, and it explains how Eri knew who it was without anyone else appearing to be around.

This is the point where weird turns into awesome. We’ve seen Aerial go from red to blue to white, and now we have the Calibarn go full rainbow.

Threaten her all you won’t, Miorine doesn’t give a fuck.

So this is Miorine’s Plan B. Dissolving the Benerit Group, selling the assets to Earth like Shaddiq planned, and exposing his criminal ties to the Space Assembly League.

There is something so satisfying about seeing the Peil CEOs realise they’ve lost everything and the cherry on top being Elan quitting on them and taking a better offer. I suppose he never really did anything wrong, and he probably wasn’t to keen on having several other people walking around with his face.

The desperate, last ditch gambit of a man who is unwilling to admit he has already lost. This never works and usually is the point where hero starts to flex and show how much more badass they actually are.

Now she’s controlling other Gundams now and using them to amplify the power of the datastorm. Since everything runs on Permit, even Doomsday weapons, that’s all Suletta needs.

I see dead people.

No. 5 gets to see Norea one last time.

Meanwhile Prospera has one last talk with all the people she needs to hear from most, the family she lost and the family she still has left.

And now everything is turning into space dust for some reason. To be fair, both Quiet Zero and Gundams are very dangerous and would only ever be used for one thing, so it’s probably for the best. That said, one of them is Suletta’s current ride, so it is a bit inconvenient for her.

I didn’t know those keychains had any sort of practical function.

The silence was a bit eerie while it lasted but I wasn’t too worried. This scene was clearly a callback to their first meeting, complete with a headbutt.

Three years later…. Nika was released from prison. What a way to kick off this epilogue. Nice haircut.

Petra is better and working for Gund-Arm Inc. and her dumbass boyfriend didn’t get killed.

Guel is working with two of the sassiest people in space. Pray for him. Or not.

Seems Shaddiq took the fall in order to expose the SAL, and Miorine, the girlboss that she is, stole his harem.

The matching keychains that Miorine apparently brings around everywhere are now her sisters-in-law. Figure that one out.

Judging from the conversation, despite going through physical therapy to regain the use of her body, Suletta has already built her school on Mercury, and plans to build another on Earth. Impressive. She also seems to be settling down on Earth with her new wife, her mother and her keychain sisters. Good for her. She moved forward and gained a lot more than two.

All around, happy ending. Almost no one of importance died, and if they did, they apparently ascended to a higher form of existence, or something like that.

More importantly, we the gays win again. Sure, we didn’t get a kiss, but it’s not like there’s any ambiguity here.

#the witch from mercury #g witch #g witch spoilers

[ratherbefangirling]

Save me pt 2

Summary : You choose to save him but will he do the same.

Pairing : Namjoon × Reader

Genre : Yandere,Drama, Royalty AU, Amnesia AU,

Warnings : Yandere behaviour, Betrayal, Slavery, Debt trapping, Making out, plotting, causing physical harm. That's probably it.

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Please note the chronology of this is all over the place. Hope you're not to confused but if so let me know. I will see if I can do something.

And wow this is getting longer than imagined. I might just have the hots for historical AUs... and probably write another part maybe...

Hope you enjoy it.

The city was alive with festivities. Decorated streets filled with drums and dancing. Food and Drinks passed generously among its inhabitants. The Royal Fortress too glittered and gleamed through all the hours of the day.

It was the young prince's first birthday.

Inside one of the palaces Kim Namjoon, the elder half brother and the crown Prince was only four and was pleased with the fact his mother was spending time in his quarters.

"Queen mother." He called for attention.

"Yes, my moon." His mother replied fondly.

"Do I get to see the baby?" He asked curious about the brother every one was talking about.

His mother's smile faltered. She took in a deep breath tired all of a sudden.

"You mustn't love him, my moon. .. he is not your brother but an usurper." His mother warned.

Namjoon nodded dutifully to see his mother's smile return to her.

During the festivities he got to see the cute baby in the cradle but he only looked at it when he was sure no one was looking.

Namjoon didn't understand his mother's worries, the baby did nothing but drool and smile and sob.

Later his mother had been exiled in her own palace for allegedly harming the Prince where she'd died not even six months later.

Namjoon never considered Taehyung a threat. Taehyung was a lone wolf inside the palace because he was a powerless concubines child no one really sought his favor except those who had an agenda against Namjoon.

And really Namjoon avoided unnecessary bloodshed and Taehyung would never have faced the sharp end of his blade had he continued to live quietly as he had so far, had he not coveted what was his.

Had he not achieved what Namjoon kept failing at.

Making you smile.

The palace was preparing for an annual matchmaking festival. It had been some days since you had discovered about him. He had confined you in his residence 'so you stay safe' as he left to monitor his military base which took longer than anticipated.

[ P R E V I O U S L Y ]

Namjoon carefully placed your form on the bed. You had thinned considerably. He frowned he had made sure Jimin didn't overwork you. He'd have to ask about that.

His eunuch stood behind him sweating in worry

"Your highness. The foreign delegates are asking you. The crown princesses family is here. Please I beg you return to the banquet. After all its time for the proests to give you there blessings."

As if they would, the priests were greedy and liked showing of their power to even hold the king as a puppet. Still he had to go.

Soon, he whispered to himself.

He was going to spend the day making up to you.

He is met with Jin on the way.

"Where's my sister your majesty?" He asks breathless.

"She is in my Chambers. Go back now."

"B-but.."

"I am being patient right now. I am the crown prince it will do you well if remember that if you ever want to meet her." Jin bowed his head in apology and Namjoon left without glancing back.

Jin trudged to the side of his mistress.

A person who was nothing less than a devil.

"You are back." She noted drinking the sake without even blinking her eyes. The crowd of her immediate circle had thinned.

"She's with his majesty." Jin informs her.

"You should focus on me. My brother can take care if her." As if she hadn't almost ended his life a moment ago.

"With all due respect. I dont trust your brother." He spat out in his anger.

Yoonji laughed amused. He was so pure, so simple, so pretty her puny guard.

"That's a wise decision. " She turned to look at the entertainment.

"By the way wipe your neck the blood has clotted." Jin resisted the urge to scoff.

When Yoonji had overheard him asking to meet you later. She had asked him to come close all pretence of a good mood disappearing and caught his neck. So the nail claws she had worn dug into his skin.

"Do you think just because you're a fake you can do whatever you feel like and go of fooling of with other women."

"Your highness she's not an other woman." Yoonji had pressed her nail deeper drawing blood.

"She's my sister." All of Yoonji's rage disappeared with those magic words.

"Go then but come back soon." She said calming suddenly and loosening the hold on his neck.

"Thank you your grace." That had been that.

Yoonji's nail Jewellery visualisation pic 💅 to be fair hers is more sharp and darker maybe with lot of gemstones

You lay on a very soft bed, refusing to open your eyes you glided your hands across the smoothest fabric you had the honor of touching.

"Are you up beautiful?" The deep familiar voice asked.

You whined the last vestiges of sleep making you drowsy. Which made sense because you hadn't eaten properly with the stress of going to the palace added to your previous insomnia.

"m gon sleep more no good sleep." You mumble mouth pressed onto the pillow.

"Wake up beautiful or you'll have a stomach ache."

"Mmh." You respond with no intention to leave the bed.

Someone pulls away the blanket.

"Y/n darling. Please wake up. "

You slowly blink sleep of your lids.

Arms wrapping around each other shivering. A coat is wrapped around you.

Finally you look up to see the person who ruined the best sleep you have had in a long time.

"Joon."

Namjoon is pleased to finally have your attention.

"You're awake now. Have some food. I had them make your favourites."

It's then you realised you are in an unfamiliar place. You realise you've been kidnapped by your ex lover in a. ... a very luxurious place.

"I dont want to eat." Your stomach grumbles in response.

"Don't be like this y/n huh? See this is all your favourite food I had the chefs make."

"I told you I don't want to eat. Please leave me alone. Infact let me go."

"I know you are mad at me but its not the foods fault. Is it that you want me to feed you because you're not feeling well. You should have said so " He brings food towards you and you look away.

He sucks his cheeks in anger.

"Y/n." There is warning in his tone but you refuse to look at him.

Throwing away the bowl of rice to the floor.You flinch. A servant comes in to clean the mess.

"My darling is being fussy. I'm sorry for troubling you." He says not taking his eyes of you.

"No worries , your majesty." The servant replies quickly scurrying away.

There's silence for a while. He is going to say something when a knock on the door interrupts him.

"Come in."

" Your majesty, Guard Jin is here." The head eunuch says.

Your ears perk up and gears in your head churn.

"You're a ... Prince." You gasp.

"I'm glad you finally got to know... please understandI didn't leave you of my own will."

"Jin.. Jin is here."

"And I'm going to send him back." You clasp his hands.

"Joon please let me see him. Please." He smiles at you adoring, running a hand over your hair.

"If he were anyone but your brother I would be so jealous... but he's only going to be here as long as you eat. The moment you stop it's time over beautiful." You nod you had to see your brother. Placing a kiss on your forehead he gestures the eunuch.

The door opens to reveal your brother. Before he can say anything Namjoon interrupts. "She's still week, bear in mind she needs to eat and rest." Jin nods in understanding.

"Are you alright y/nie?"

"I'm so relieved to see you safe and sound."

"I missed you too sister."

"But how did all this happen?" You ask.

"We can talk about that later once you're well and not on the verge of fainting." Namjoon interrupts.

"But.!" You speak out.

"He's right. We will tell you everything once your better for now. Take care of yourself and build your strength, ok."

You nod choosing to keep go of the topic for now.

Your brother leaves after a while. You avoid Namjoon's gaze and focus on the food.

Namjoon notes your behaviour displeased but decides to not aggravate you.

"Baby, I'm sorry for leaving you alone on our wedding day." He says.

You bite your lip, anger rising.

"At least you know what mistake you made." You respond curtly.

He sighs.

"Baby will you please look at me?" He asks.

"I'm sorry I can't, I need time." You respond.

"Alright if that's what you want. I'm leaving tomorrow morning and it will be a while before I come back hope you're feeling better than."

You dont respond.

He sighs and pressing a kiss on your forehead leaves the room.

Leaving you alone for two weeks had been almost unbearable but risking you running away if he took you away was something he decided against. Maybe one day when you accepted your new life.

Now you were observing the decorating and planning required by the festival. Since once you became his consort it would be one of your jobs. It was regrettable that he had a lot of paperwork from the delay cutting his already limited time short with you. Beside him Yoonji commanded the servants, making sure all was in order.

He could see how you had hidden away from Yoonji, who was amused but not surprised. She was a princess and you were a peasant. A dime a dozen if not for Namjoon's interest but she had to admit that you siblings did have superior genes managing to catch the eyes of the most love starved people in the entire nation.

Taehyung stumbled on the scene, curious about the fresh face people claimed to be his brothers lover. You were being taught the ceremonial dance and were finding it very difficult. He could see that you were close to tears after constant chastisement from your etiquette instructor.

He decides to help.

"Ladies if I may provide my assistance." He introduces to the group.

You look at him wide eyed.

"My lady, please allow me."

Dancing together is better than dancing alone, you realise and it helps greatly that your partner is a seasoned dancer.

"Thank you mister"

"Its my pleasure that I got to dance with a beautiful lady even before the festival started."

"Uh can I know you're name?"

"Kim Taehyung." A voice behind you answers coated in thinly veiled anger.

"Good Morning to you too Hyungnim" Taehyung replies.

Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist.

"You look like you have too much free time, Is the general not working you enough or are you goofing off again?"

"You wound me hyungie"

"When I wound you Taehyung-ah I assure you you will know it."

Taehyung only grinned in response. You couldn't imagine any scenario where you would grin if Namjoon said something like that to you.

"Come on." Joon said tugging you.

"Oh Noona!" Taehyung unfazed as ever rushed to annoy his sister.

"Oh no Kim Taehyung I have to much work to be doing to entertain you, go... go play with someone else."

"But you're my favourite."

"As if I will fall for your tricks after last time. Begone and bother someone else."

Anger radiated off his form and the wrist he was clutching would probably leave a bruise.

He opened a random door revealing a storehouse stacked with grains, pushing you against one such piles he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss, biting your lower lip that it bled. Your wrist were pinned using one off hid hands the other pressing you to him as he started kissing your jaw, your neck , your collarbone where ultimately he left a mark. You were flustered with the ferocity of his passion, his eyes bypassing with desire for you had always soothed your heart, not everyone showed love the same way and he was a Prince that must be why he wasn't open with his affection, right?

"Dont..don't ever allow another man to touch you because I will chop his hands off..." He warns and embraces you. "You're mine, only mine."

His mother's warning echoed in his head. It was a shame really.

Min Yoonji was often bored of harem politics, as a teenager after the death of the dowager empress she had been thrust into the world because her mother too had passed away birthing her.

It was a place where poison was served with every smile. She came out on top of the blood war.

Even Lim Jiwon the crown princess was below her because she was a foreigner. Yoonji supposes she could fight Jiwon but the young girl was terribly stupid. Namjoon and his world would eat Jiwon alive.

Namjoon too favoured her though they had fought terribly as kids. They both had developed a taste for power and weren't shy to achieve it in any way possible. Perhaps this trait was why they chose to be allies.

That was also why Namjoon let her choose a husband.

On a summer evening when she had been enjoying watching the imperial sword training. She saw Jimin. She decided she would have him.

So without preamble she barged into Namjoon's quarter.

"Park Jimin.I want him." She announced to Namjoon who didn't look up from his plans.

This didn't phase Yoonji at all.

"And why sister dearest should I give you him?"

"I'm not asking you Kim Namjoon. I'm telling you." Yoonji says plucking a grape and putting it in her mouth. "And you do sound like you wouldn't need someone to manage your harem. You do know no one can enter the harem without my permission."

Namjoon sighs exasperated. "Do what you will."

"Thank you brother." She says giving a smile that could have fooled every one. She kisses Joon's cheek in gratitude.

"If you were better I'd call you the best brother." She says and leaves as abruptly as she came.

Jung Hoseok entered from behind the divider.

"Is it really OK for her to treat you like this your majesty?" He asks.

"It's Yoonji. This is how she is." Namjoon explains. Not noticing the frown on Hoseok's face.

"Let's get back to what I asked you to do you have new information."

Namjoon had disappeared and Yoonji had to play a game for pretend for months before he returned back.

Explaining his absence in the court was becoming harder by the day excuses fizzing out.

It gave Kim Taehyung, the concubines child a perfect path to the crown.

After all Namjoon wasn't just anyone but a crown prince. The emperor lay at his death bed only worsened the balance of the crown.

Until one day as swiftly as he had disappeared he showed up.

Yoonji had been relieved and then threw the ink bottle at his face.

"You better compensate me for overworking me." She had threatened.

"Ofcourse but for now I need another favour. Its urgent."

"What else? Do you not deem it necessary to give an explanation first."

"I promise Min Yoonji I will explain everything. For now send for Park Jimin."

Then he had hatched the plan for you to work in the Park household while he started the path to clean up the palace and explain his aides all that happened.

When Yoonji first saw you. She understood what captivated Namjoon. It was because you has everything Namjoon lacked. Softness, empathy and maybe the worst of them all love.

Maybe it was the poison of being a noble that it killed feelings like love adoration and trust. Feelings didn't last in the palace.

And that was why they were at the top but humans greedy as they are crave what they can't have and so he was going to consume you until the last drop of life escaped you.

What a pity but atleast Yoonji wouldn't be bored anymore. With Namjoon's lover in the palace there was going to be bloodshed but Yoonji was always partial to the color crimson.

Jiwon sat embroidering on the silk she had recieved, finishing the last touches before presenting it to Yoonji. Who had requested for the cloth.

For what reason Jiwon couldn't fathom but she couldn't deny Yoonji and risk loosing her favor.

Lim Jiwon was furious that the crown prince refuses to see her. For weeks all her requests to visit him had been disproved either by the prince or Yoonji. To top it off, as soon as the prince returned, the rumors that he had taken a woman from his birthday celebrations to warm his bed spread like plague in the palace.

She is aware how little the Prince cares about her but if another woman bears his child before Jiwon. His trust or respect or the seat of the empress would be farther away from her.

On top of that her value in her own household might decrease and they might just abandon her for more better investments.

She wonders who the wench is who secured a space in his bed before the crown princess herself especially because of his flawless reputation. Which had even dissuaded Jiwon from trying to seduce him. She was young and charming and beautiful and that was why she was put ad the candidate for crown princess. How dare that wench. Still Jiwon was all but aware, the royal court was only for the ambitious, no weakness survived and that was why Min Yoonji freely ruled the high society.

People of the High society were worse than thief and beggars.

She instructed her aide to find out more about that person and more importantly if she was really a threat or not.

"Send this to Princess Yoonji." She tells one of the maids.

Stretching out her limbs. She paints back the foolish smile on her face.

"Did the Prince send anything?" She asks.

The maids stay quiet. Her smile falters for a moment.

"Bring out my dress." She instructs her maids. "It's time to get ready for the festival."

You were taken into Yoonji's quarters. They were more artfully decorated than Namjoon's.

Yoonji instructed her maids to bring out the dresses. She was going to give some to you since you couldn't stay here without owning somewhat decent clothes. As for jewellery he had permitted her to pick out something from the royal collection. She was going to take some foe herself afterall there's nothing like too much wealth.

A maid interrupts them.

"Your grace, The princess has sent a gift for you."

"Bring it in."

Yoonji removes the cloth covering the present which reveals the embroidered piece.

Yoonji suppresses a smirk.

This was going to be fun.

"Bring out all the seamstresses from the capital, the Kings lover deserves better than a hand me down. "

There's hustle bustle in the castle but the storm is yet to come.

I'm curious do you guys like the yandere winning or not?

So this is going to be a three part series lol sorry but I was coerced I to writing a 2nd part so it's not my fault.

Hope you're having a good day 💗

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[disturbedbeautywrites]

Hollywoods Bleeding - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Drugs, scandals, and lies. That is Bradley Bradshaw’s new life since he got pulled into the lime light with his new celebrity girlfriend. She’s been in some hot water with the press and her PR team thought her dating an American naval hero would be good to her image. They’re now the new ‘it’ couple; however only one of them knows that the relationship is fake.

Masterlist | Previous Chapter

Meet me in my office at 8.

When you got the text, you had debated staying in bed. You had debated lying to Anna. You could’ve played sick. You could’ve faked a fever. Any of that would have been better than what you were being told right now. The words that were leaving your publicists lips had to have been wrong. They absolutely had to be.

“Fake dating?” You repeated the words back exactly as you heard them, a sour taste following their wake on your lips. Your arms were now out in front of you on the table, a shell shocked look on your face as you watched the picture of you hugging Bradley show up on the main board. You knew the picture was making rounds and serving up gossip, but this seemed excessive.

“Yes. Exactly. You need this to save your image. Lost actress gets swept away by an American hero. It’s absolutely perfect.” She was making grand gestures with her hands, a bright and proud smile on her face. “I mean, the tabloids already love you two. You’re on the cover of every single cheesy gossip magazine.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head, feeling a migraine coming on. “And if I say no?” You barely dared to ask the question as you glanced up at the woman in front of you, her shoulders shrugging. “Honey. I don’t know if you’ll have a career anymore if you say no. Your ratings are absolutely tanking. Streaking through a neighborhood while being absolutely high out of your mind isn’t a good look.” She dared to remind you of the latest scandal you had been apart of and you let out an audible groan. Your forehead hit the palm of your hand as you sat there and contemplated.

Fake dating. It was never something you had considered. But, it would basically be another acting job, right? Just play pretend until all of the bad press is gone. That couldn’t be too hard. “When do we tell him about the plan?” Your question implied you were interested, an excited squeal leaving the lips of your publicist.

“Well, actually. We don’t. He can’t know it’s fake.” And that’s when it hit you like a brick. They wanted you to do this and act like it was 100% authentic. Not only did the tabloids have to believe your show, but your new “boyfriend” had too as well. You sighed as you realized you had no other choice, a curt nod occurring before your next words left your lips. “I’m in. When do we start?”

“Tonight. You and him are going out tonight. The paparazzi are already in the loop and prepared. We just need you to make sure that he is with you.”

You let out a sigh, deciding your fate was already sealed. You pulled the crumpled up paper out of your wallet, thanking a higher power that you didn’t end up tossing it when you thought about it. You typed in the number and invited Bradley out for a drink that night, praying that he didn’t say no.

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That night started the first of many dates with Bradley. You went into this knowing you wouldn't get attached, but you were soon finding that he was a very likeable man. He was a gentleman and a tease all wrapped in one and it absolutely drove you crazy in the best way. Conversation was so easy with him and he had a very charasmatic energy that kept drawing you closer and closer to him.

Everytime the two of you went out, his arm was protectively wrapped around your waist. He wanted to protect you and that was exactly what he was going to do. More often than not, he used his own body as a shield to get you through the mob of cameras and gossip greedy men. He would always look behind to check and make sure you were okay, knowing damn well he would already knock someone out for you.

Normally, Bradley wouldn't have been a relationship man because he knew how dangerous his life was. He never knew if he was going to be able to come home and he always vowed to never leave a girl stranded like his dad left his mom. However, the more that he spent time with you, he could see some of the appeal of inviting someone in.

You were the kind of girl that he knew he would have never had a chance with if it wasn't for the one in a million way you two had met. But, now as you were curled up beside him; his shirt looking like a dress on you, he knew he wasn't going to question how you came into his life. Hell, he knew Hangman would kill him if he did. The blonde aviator had a field day telling rooster how he didn't deserve the very girl he had pulled, but it was all in good-humored fun.

He felt himself coming back to the present as he let his fingers brush against some exposed skin on your waist, a smile coming to his lips at the content sigh that escaped yours. Your eyes peeked up at him from under his arm, a sleepy gaze taking over your features. Your beauty never failed to take his breath away, his fingers moving some stray hairs out of your face. "Will you be my girlfriend?" The words were meant to be a thought that he could ponder, but now he was realizing they were out in the open and your eyes were wide in shock as you pondered the answer.

You opened your mouth to respond when your phone rang; acting as a savior as you answered it.

And I am leaving you guys with that for this chapter, I am so excited to be getting deeper into this fic. I have so many ideas for it, you guys have no idea.

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[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

4. CHAOS

"YOU KNOW," ETHAN SAID. "EVER SINCE YOU'VE BECOME A VAMPIRE, YOU'VE BEEN HAVING SOME CRAZY GIFTS."

I didn't know how I could respond to that. All I was thinking about was that table. I could have sworn it was flipped over close to the wall on my left. And Rhona told me that I did it? I somehow put the table back as it was.

"You're sure it was me?" I asked them.

"Yes?" Simon replied.

"Violet, we just saw it," said Alana.

"What were you doing?" Joseph questioned me.

"I... I was remembering my childhood," I admitted. "I mean, back when I was human. When I was eight. My da... Gavin flipped the table over when he got mad."

"Oh, so that's what you were doing?" Ethan responded.

"What are you talking about? Rhona would have seen my memory."

"Violet, I tried but I couldn't," Rhona said and I looked at her. "It was like something was blocking the way."

"What?" I bewildered. "Ro, you can - You showed me your power when we were in the woods and..."

"And I thought Uncle Joe is greedy when it comes to gifts," Ethan blunted out and my eyes snapped at him.

What the hell?

"What are you... talking about?" I asked slowly.

"Uncle Joe has more gifts before you came along," Ethan said tunefully.

"Shut up," I growled.

"What? You guys were talking about that ages ago." Ethan gestured his hand to Joseph, Rhona and me.

Crap. He knew.

"And how do you know we were even talking about that?" Joseph enquired.

"We're vampires," Ethan responded. "We have great hearing. Plus I was just coming back from the swimming pool."

I froze. He did know. He knew.

"You're okay, Violet?" Alana asked.

"Y-Yeah," I managed to say. "I'm fine."

"You've hardly drank," said Simon.

"I'm just taking my time."

"She's probably thirsty for power," Ethan said quietly and the rage took over me.

"That's it!" I shouted and I jumped across the table and grabbed Ethan.

We fell onto the floor with me on top of him. My fists collided with his face as I heard chaos from behind us. Alana yelled at us to stop and Joseph was encouraging it. At least, I think it was encouragement. Then, Ethan pushed me off him and got up. With speed, he ran around me and started pulling my black hair from behind.

"Ethan, can you stop it?!" Simon yelled through the quick speed.

"Stop!" Rhona shouted as well.

"You like that?!" Ethan said loudly to me. "What are you going to do about it?!"

The rage inside me grew bigger and my body tensed, feeling like it was electrifying me in a way. Without warning, I threw my hand forward and a large purple force field appeared in front of me. Then, Ethan collided with it and fell on his back. He looked at me with clear shock on his pale face.

"You can do force fields now?" Ethan yelled at me.

"Hell yeah!" Joseph joyfully shouted.

"You're not helping, Joe!" Alana bellowed at him.

"I'm allowed to call him that!" Rhona screamed.

"What? She's developing her gifts!" He defended me.

"Well, he made me do it," I said and my hand gestured to him.

Ethan got up from the ground and came towards me, ready for the attack. I was ready too. But before he could do anything, Simon and Alana grabbed his arms from behind and tried to drag him away. Then, I felt something grabbing my hands. I turned around both ways to see Joseph and Rhona gripping me.

"Vi," I heard Rhona's soft voice speaking to me. "You need to stop. Remember the last time you lost control?"

How could I forget it? The last time I unleashed my power was at my old school: Forks High. Everyone, the Cullens and the Denalis were having a go at me. I just screamed and it came out of me. Then, I collapsed on the floor; I was unconscious for two days. I don't know how or why it happened.

"Ethan, calm down!" Simon said to him. "Let it go."

"How come you are getting more gifts?" Ethan said bitterly to me.

"Ethan, that's enough!" Joseph yelled.

"I'm surprised Aunt Lena isn't jealous about it!" Ethan shouted and his mother slapped the back of his head.

Now, he took it too far.

"Don't drag Mum into this!" I shouted and lunged my arms forward, making Joseph and Rhona fall to the ground.

I ran to Ethan as he escaped from his parents' grasp and wrestled with each other again.

"Gabriel!" I heard Joseph shouting as we fought. "We need help!"

As soon as he called Dad, a hand wrapped around my mouth and another one around Ethan's mouth too. It pulled us back, pressing against something. Or someone. I rose my head up and saw it was Dad.

"Calm down," he said gently yet darkly to us. "Just calm down."

It must have been a solid minute since he covered our mouths as our bodies relaxed.

"Now, I'm going to let you both go," said Dad. "And when I do, I want to calmly explain what just happened. Understand?"

"Yes, Dad," I said, his hand covering my mouth.

"Sure, Uncle Gabe," Ethan mumbly answered. 

With that, Dad released us from his grips and we faced him.

"Violet was moving the table," Ethan began. "While sitting down."

Dad turned to me. "Like my power but can be seen?"

"Apparently," I replied. "But I wasn't aware I was doing it..."

"How?" Dad sounded confused. "First, invisibility? Now telekinesis?"

Ethan sighed. "And can release force fields too."

"What?" Dad said and I gulped.

"I've heard of the saying 'the gift that keeps on giving," I heard Mum saying. "But that's way too much. Even for a standard vampire."

"I mean, look at him," Rhona added, my head turned and saw her gesturing to her and Joseph.

Yeah, he has more gifts too! So why...

"You're special, Violet," Joseph said.

Yep. I forgot he could read minds. Like Edward.

"Anyway," Ethan resumed. "I mentioned him and she attacked me. Powers and all."

Then, there was a knock on the door. We all looked directly at it and Gabriel walked to the door.

"That will be a discussion for another time," he announced and opened the door.

A couple was waiting outside: a man and a woman. The man had blonde hair, pale skin and golden eyes. He was wearing a grey jacket with a dark suit underneath it. The woman had dark brown hair with pale skin and gold eyes like the man. She wore a grey dress with a beige jacket. They looked at us as if they were begging for something.

It was Carlisle and Esme Cullen.

Continue to 5. PLEA

#twilight #twilight saga #fanfiction #fanfic #vampires vs werewolves #werewolf #nightfall #shapeshifter #vampire #vampires #chapter four #reading fanfiction #renesmee cullen #book two #aurora #aro volturi #the volturi #jacob black #bella cullen #breaking dawn #power #sequel #saga #chaos magick #tw arguing #fight #irina denali #denali #irish coven #edward cullen

[99milsofdepresso]

It's Easter today. My roomie got me a chocolate bunny and left for the whole weekend. They won't be back for another several hours. I woke up with nightmares today. I can't seem to stop failing at everything. I think I will be fired on Tuesday. I do not know if I am scared of this or resigned to it. I've called out sick way too much. I do not know what I will do for work if I am fired.

Chocolate Bunny roommate brought home a dog that lives to roam, and then immediately got distracted. Dog was in the house while I was away. I hesitate to love this dog. She seems to delight in making mischief and CBRoomie has Philosophies about dogs and life that I find not only distasteful, but downright wrong and harmful. It is conjecture. I do not think CBRoomie recognizes the spirit in this dog.

The dog wants to believe she'll be fine on her own and doesn't need someone to check for cars or danger for her. Like a fool Military Sargeant who thinks screaming will solve her problems with everything, she also believes that she can cow anything and everything that opposes her, but knows not what to do with herself when she is severely outmatched. She believes Respect is bred from Fear and that in order to Have respect she has to be Violent and Aggressive. I won't lie. There are those for whom they will not respect someone they do not fear. There are those who won't stop their disrespect and cruelty unless you stop showing Mercy or Restraint. Punishment.

Sometimes I worry I am one of them. A Tyrant in disguise as a worried King. Just a fool Sarge.

But there are some problems that cannot be shouted away. There are some that get Worse with shouting. Some problems need to be dealt with when they are vulnerable. Sometimes Guile is Dishonorable.

I do not want any sort of power over someone else. It means a horrible responsibility that I never want to pick up. I don't believe that if I pull the sword out that I will ever be able to actually rule as King, and that my disappointed people will guillotine me as they starve with me. Possibly from not listening to me in the first place, or from me foolishly trusting someone who IS Power-Hungry, but Completely Irresponsible. Greedy. Disconnected.

I understand the Dog. I am like the dog. I crave Liberty like the Dog craves Liberty. I am Bound, not by a Leash like the dog, but by a Fear of Punishment that I do not understand. I would rather be Invisible.

Or just not exist.

With everything I have witnessed and survived, I can't stop seeing this Pattern of Punishment and Fear and Mistakes. I keep making mistake after mistake every day, and being punished for some of them soon after, and others it might take a while.

[isirumarin]

Rumarin x Isira (LDB)

Ep.9 Secrets

Isira woke up first, again. She sat up and watched Rumarin sleep for a moment. She loved him so much, so quickly, it was...unsettling a bit but, she felt like she already knew him that day at the barrow. It was far more similar to rejoining with an old flame than an utter stranger. He was definitely following along. She hoped it was genuine and not the get-laid-and-see game some mer play. She felt embarrassed for a moment. Doubting her behavior- as always, her powerful instinctual intuition fighting against logic and common sense. She closed her eyes took a deep breath and meditated on her instincts. When she opened her eyes, he was looking up at her with his floral pink eyes and his stupid smirk. 'I'm right where I should be, and with whom.' She smiled at him and kissed him. She lay down over his chest. Her hair fell out of the braids and flowed over his skin like silver mist. Rumarin petted her head. She snuggled her face into his chest, savoring his pleasant scent. She rubbed her hand over his copper colored chest hair, soft and curly.

"So manly!" She teased. Rumarin chuckled. "That's the last thing I deserve to be called." He retorted. "Banana-ly is more like it."

"Oh no.." Isira said sadly. "There's a hair in my banana." They both laughed heartily together.

"I'll give you a new banana.." Rumarin growled, rolling on top of her. "I'll give you two melons in exchange for your fresh banana, sir." She said with an impish smirk. "It's a good day to trade." He replied before kissing her passionately. "Okay, we can go to the market..but I have to go soon, so we must be brief." She said breathlessly, throwing her head back as he kissed her neck.

---

Isira walked up the staired corridor into the Arcanaeum. Books and locked shelves were everywhere and the room had a unique smell. It smelled...ancient.

Urag gro-Shub greeted her in his usual gruff manner. "Archmage, I've unlocked the chest."

"I'm ready. Show me." She replied, taking a deep breath. Gro-Shub placed the rusted, ominous- looking black box on the counter and opened it for her.

She looked inside. An amulet was inside. It was made of a dark material. The pendant was a large, black, spherical teardrop. "How odd.." she muttered, picking it up by the chain. Small runic letters of an unknown script were etched into its dark material. "Thank you, Urag, I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

Urag nodded in acknowledgement. "I would be careful, Archmage. The runes appear to be the same script that was on the Eye of Magnus. And I haven't made any progress trying to decode them. I swear they change after I've studied them, and my notes don't fare any better. Its maddening and I think its dangerous. We know nothing about it..." He growled, his irritation apparent.

She hadn't told him where she got the box. Quaranir, the Altmer mage from the Psijic order that had guided her through the Magnus artifact crisis, had given it to her.

She remembered how he had appeared in her chamber while she was soaking in her hot bath:

A blue orb flashed and there he was, Quaranir the Psijic. "Greetings." Isira called out, not moving from her comfortable position.

"I don't have much time."

"You never do." Isira quipped coldly as she inspected her fingernails.

The Psijic pursed his lips. His green eyes narrowed and he walked towards her. Standing at the edge of the bath, he set a black and rusted box at the water's edge.

"Care to join me, Psijic?" Her voice just above a whisper. "Too few Altmer in this frozen place." She complained.

The Psijic eyed her with contempt before casting his robes aside and kicking off his leather boots. He stepped carefully into the warm waters. He sat next to her, his green eyes staring straight ahead.

She stared at the side of his face for a few seconds. He didn't flinch.

She hungrily mounted him. Their lovemaking was rushed and greedy but he was always on time and when he left she was always satisfied. The Psijic Way.

She looked at the amulet. How things had changed. Her flings with the Psijic were soulless and greedy. Not at all like Rumarin.

She put the strange amulet in her pouch. It would no doubt be an awkward visit next time Quaranir ported in. She needed to talk to Rumarin and tell him everything. His identity was also a shock. Surely the humor of fate.

#3dnpc #fanfic #interesting npcs #rumarin #rumarin 3dnpc #rumarin skyrim #isirumarin #x ldb #ldb #skyrim fanfiction #quaranir #psijic order #skipping school for some nookie #mannimarco and vanus

[sherlokiness]

Aegony foreshadowing / Maybe there will be love?

“I told you, I know our little queen. Let her hear that her brother Rhaegar’s murdered son is still alive, that this brave boy has raised the dragon standard of her forebears in Westeros once more, that he is fighting a desperate war to avenge his father and reclaim the Iron Throne for House Targaryen, hard-pressed on every side … and she will fly to your side as fast as wind and water can carry her. You are the last of her line, and this Mother of Dragons, this Breaker of Chains, is above all a rescuer. The girl who drowned the slaver cities in blood rather than leave strangers to their chains can scarcely abandon her own brother’s son in his hour of peril. And when she reaches Westeros, and meets you for the first time, you will meet as equals, man and woman, not queen and supplicant. How can she help but love you then, I ask you?”

Jon was also murdered and fighting a desperate war- the War for the Dawn. This quote can be the Aegony inspiration for the show. I do think Dany will still help in Jon's war but it will be more of a PR move cause she is a "rescuer" or might be because she fucked up with FAegon/KL and really needs the PR boost. Depends on the timeline.

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice.

Blue lips and cold as ice.

It was Lemore who forced the water from your lungs after Griff had pulled you up. You were as cold as ice, and your lips were blue.

Those two things only apply to Tyrion, a drowned man resurrected by a kiss of life. Euron was never described as cold in text(afaik) but he is cruel and Jon never had blue lips but he checks the cold bit.

She had made Hizdahr her king, taken him into her bed, opened the fighting pits for him, he had no reason to want her dead. Yet who else could it have been? Reznak, her perfumed seneschal? The Yunkai'i? The Sons of the Harpy?

They will have sex?

The light of the half-moon turned Val's honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet."

"My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold."

Different tastes. Val is a love interest so her hair turning silver means Dany will also be one?

"It has been so long," she had said to Ser Barristan, just yesterday. "What if Daario has betrayed me and gone over to my enemies?" Three treasons will you know. "What if he met another woman, some princess of the Lhazarene?"

The old knight neither liked nor trusted Daario, she knew. Even so, he had answered gallantly. "There is no woman more lovely than Your Grace. Only a blind man could believe otherwise, and Daario Naharis was not blind."

Daario will not betray her. He's not blind. Heh. She's the one who will leave thus proving that her spiel about giving up the throne for love was all a lie she told herself. I guess this is a positive point to Aegony because it means they will love each other but she's too power hungry.

Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.

Sad and lonely feelings won't stop her from getting the IT and ending up with a disgraceful death. So maybe they really fall in love but it's Dany being greedy that tears them apart?

"The blood of the dragon." But my dragons are roaring in the darkness. "I remember the Undying. Child of three, they called me. Three mounts they promised me, three fires, and three treasons. One for blood and one for gold and one for …"

Very sus that she never got to finish the word love. I interpreted this as her never getting love but maybe it's just her getting it but not holding onto it. But then again, whenever I read about that only a blind person won't fall for Dany's beauty, I'm reminded of Jonnel One Eye and the other time Jon was "blind" by mistaking the color of Val's hair and eyes and finding that woman lovely. And if it's Jon who will really kill her, it will be FOR LOVE? For love of who? So jonsa maybe.

"A child born of traitor's seed will find that betrayal comes naturally to her," said Grand Maester Pycelle. "She is a sweet thing now, but in ten years, who can say what treasons she may hatch?"

This was in the first book where GRRM put most all the endgame hints. Lyanna, the blue flower, was the mother of a dragon BUT also the bride of fire. What if Jonsa really happened in the books and Jon commits Dany's last treason for Sansa? It's a warning? That would make Sansa, a blue flower candidate, a bride of fire and a mother of dragons. It might sound funny for Sansa to be called a mother of "dragons" but she will technically be that.

"Do not think ill of the queen," Lancel pleaded. "All flesh is weak, Jaime. No harm came of our sin. No . . . no bastard."

"No. Bastards are seldom made upon the belly." He wondered what his cousin would say if he were to confess his own sins, the three treasons Cersei had named Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella

Treasons born from incest. Heh. Sansa will be hatching treasons/dragons? If we look at the Aegony quotes, the two mentions of wolves in her chapters are also accompanied with the word sad. It will end sadly for her AND him maybe but there will be love.

#I'm not tagging j***sa #cause this isn't really it #but also not pro aegony #ice and fire boy and nothing so sweet #I'm sorry for the storm shippers

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

Ed and Izzy are hard for me because I don’t know enough of their past to know what I’m seeing. Were they ever good to each other, or for each other? Have they ever understood each other at all? Did they get hurt together, turn into pirates together? Were they friends first before the brutality of their life killed that? Or has Izzy only ever been attached to a myth whose power he loved and whose heart he’d never seen?

I don’t like Izzy’s “loyalty.” It’s greedy, not goodhearted. He does seem to believe that brutality is just realism, but he’s actively feeding the horror. He encourages Ed to trust no one else; is exasperated, not sympathetic, with his increasing misery; tells him the crew would mutiny if not for him, claims he’s the one holding everything together (maybe true, maybe exaggerated—his interactions with the crew involve him mostly complaining to them about Ed!).

When Ed wants to meet Stede, he tries to set up a misunderstanding that will get Stede killed instead of taking the message Ed asked him to (has he stopped Ed getting to know anyone else?). When that fails he threatens to leave; when he realizes Ed’s not really set on killing Stede, he tries to kill him against Ed’s will (claiming it’s what’s best and Ed needs Izzy to rescue him from himself!).

Finally he betrays them. Izzy refuses to become a willing member of the Revenge crew like the others. Izzy wants to be First Mate Hands or God. And Izzy gets that power from Ed, and he only has power over Ed when he’s volatile and miserable and unable to manage alone.

He can’t sustain that if Ed feels safe. He can’t convince him their life should stay the same if Ed’s got something better. He doesn’t want to change and grow too; he wants Ed to stay who he’s been, unless he really will murder Stede and let Izzy have it all. Then maybe Izzy would let him go. It’s the only thing that gives him pause. He isn’t going to stop for Ed’s happiness, and he is willing to destroy it in the end.

It shocks me that Ed lets him back on the ship after his betrayal. But for a long time Ed has let Izzy do what he does. Izzy takes care of business for him; he makes his life easier; he bolsters his reputation, and as a pirate who secretly can’t kill anyone directly, Ed really needs that bolstering. He likes how Izzy makes him look. After everything, he doesn’t know how to survive the world without Stede’s gentle courage making him feel safe, or Izzy’s brutality making him feel shielded. Ed telling Izzy that he’s still Blackbeard, and Izzy saying no, he’s not? That he can’t command Izzy’s respect or his protection? That rattles him.

If Izzy doesn’t see him as Blackbeard any more, he won’t help the men see that; he won’t help the world see that. And then Ed will be really alone. Easy pickings. And he’s spent so long as Blackbeard; it has to feel unfair to lose that, too. For all he was sick of it, and trapped in it, his reputation is all he has left.

The closest parallel I can see to Ed and Izzy in the show is Stede and Mary. Neither of them are good for each other. They actively bring out the worst in each other—half by selfishness, half by not really understanding who each other could become, given the chance. But for a long time they rely on each other for stability, anyway. I don’t think they’ve imagined yet who they could be, at the start. But even if they have, Mary needs Stede’s last name and Stede needs her heterosexuality, in the world they live in; polite society would eat them up if she became a bohemian artist with a lover, or he became an adventurer and loved a man. So they go on until he can’t bear it (and then try again until she can’t).

It’s not that they’re helpless. All of them have agency in what they’re doing—Stede chooses not to talk about his misery with Mary when she invites him to (I think I’ve heard you crying? Alone?) and never asks her if he can go. Mary gives up on communication thoroughly enough to try murder as her final out (objectively fucked up even if it’s played as funny). Meanwhile Ed chooses to yank Izzy’s hopes around (you’ll be captain!), lets him do the dirty work, and later maims him to force his respect; Izzy chooses to betray who Ed loves and threaten and belittle him until he goes cold again.

None of them are good to each other. But Stede and Mary find a way to release each other in the end, even if they dodge the social consequences via fuckery; Ed could only manage to passively watch Izzy sent off with Stede there, and then takes him straight back after Stede is gone. Ed chooses to use Izzy’s need to be needed, and Izzy refuses to let him grow. It’s going to have to end in crisis, somehow. They can’t let each other go.

#ofmd #ofmd spoilers #Izzy could have been through a lot to turn this twisted #it’s not that I don’t feel for him #it’s just that that doesn’t stop him from being a terror #and he needs to get marooned somewhere and think about what he’s done for a good long while #their relationship is textbook mutual abuse by this point #however it began #and Izzy is absolutely the one most invested in maintaining the abuse of the two

[helliontherapscallion]

pspspsp can I just request an immortal reader who's life is just dull/sad as hell since they've seen their loved ones leave or die in front of them so many times

but when they meet SBI or anyone, their life just suddenly brightens up? (Platonic and it can be any type of fic!)

(A/N): I got waaaayy too carried away with this. Star god reader my beloved (also, I’d imagine that your cloak looks like this guy’s but on the inside with the outsides being any color of your choice (credit goes to original artist))

If you want more god!reader content with the dream smp, @wooloo-inc has a really good series about a male!nature god!reader (aka, the god of dilf collection)

In the beginning when DreamXD created you (which if you think about it, that makes him your father, but I digress) from stardust and meteorite shards, you were a ball of fun loving sunshine (well, starshine?)

You loved watching over all of humankind, admiring their determination and bonds with other humans (both romantic and platonic)

Your older brother, the god of the moon, told you about how they viewed you and you were amazed

“Oberon?” You ran up to your older brother and tugged on his cloak making him hum in question, not looking up from his parchment scroll. “What- what do the humans think of me?”

He scoffed and glanced at you with his lily white irises, “why are you on about them again? They are lowly creatures compared to us, filled with greed and misfortune.”

“They worship us and that’s how you speak of them?”

“(Y/n) believe me, you have not seen the brutality they are capable of. War, famine, greed, plague, genocide, it’s all something you have not witnessed before. You have only seen the good in those things.” 

“But Oberon, I wanna-” he lightly smacked the side of your head, “use proper English. We are gods and you will behave as such.”

You huffed, “I want to know about how they view us! I do not care about the bad things they have done! Plleeeaaassseeeeeee Beri?” You willed the stars that constantly gleamed in your eyes to shine brighter as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He may seem like he hated everyone and everything (especially his siblings), but he had a soft spot for his youngest sibling. He just stared at you for a bit before he sighed and shifted in the massive throne so that you could hop up onto his lap. With a wave of a slender pale hand, he conjured up various images of humans with stardust gazing at the stars and the moon with carefree swipes of his hand. 

“They view us as… poetic of sorts. They compare us to romance,” an image of two human males kissing then gazing into the stars laying down on a cliff came into view, “fortune tellers,” an image of the Aquarius and the Capricorn constellations popped up making you squeal in happiness. He chucked and changed the picture to a mother and son standing over a grave looking up in amazement at a shooting star, “and most importantly, as a sign of hope. 

“They see us as complementary, the moon and the stars cannot be as beautiful without the other. We hold the power of the night and everything it touches, (y/n). This is our kingdom, do not forget that,” the image changed to the moon surrounded by stars and swirling blues and purples of nebulas.

You looked at the images with awe, absorbing every word that fell from his mouth. “Beri?” He once again hummed, his deep baritone voice sending vibrations along your back. “Will we be together forever?”

His lanky arms wrapped around your much smaller frame, “for all of eternity. The moon is nothing without the night sky and all of the stars it holds.”

Centuries passed and your fascination with humans only grew from there

When you eventually asked if you could meet a human Oberon reacted angrily and forbade you from speaking of humans again in your shared palace, worried for your safety

When he caught you attempting to sneak out, he locked you in your room for months on end

Humans wondered why the stars hardly appeared in the night sky anymore, forming the theory that they had somehow angered you

They prayed to you more and more, begging and groveling for forgiveness

They left more offerings at shrines

You heard their every word, feeling your heartbreak with sorrow and guilt for your lovely humans

You snuck out of the palace that night determined to make it up to the humans

You quietly snuck past the main room where you and Oberon used to sit on your thrones together and control the night. The large doors were cracked open showing your older brother watching the night with boredom. As you passed, his voice startled you, “I just cannot stop you can I?”

He appeared in the doorframe looking at you emotionlessly, his eyes glinting with hidden pain. “Do you realize how cruel of a place that world is? How cruel humans are?”

“I do not care, brother! They are in anguish because they think I am angry with them! Because you locked me in here!”

“I have told you time and time again, they are ruthless creatures. Humans are constantly clashing with their own kind for the slightest bit of power, they’re greedy creatures! Have you forgotten what happened to Arachnia?”

A shiver went down your spine at the mention of your fellow deity. She wanted to be with humans but they stripped her of her grace and virtuosity, torturing her when the moon would rise. That is the reason spiders attack humans in the night when the moon and stars show themselves and are dormant in the daytime. However, that did not deter you. 

“I have not forgotten what happened to Arachnia, her tale fills me with grief. But not all humans are like that! They are compassionate, loving, and sweet creatures deep down, each and every single one of them!”

“They were not showing compassion or love when they tore Arachnia limb from limb! When they languish in riches while millions die around them! What part of that is compassionate?”

“Sure they do bad things sometimes, but have you forgotten the love they hold for each other? The determination and hope shining from within them when they pray to us? Have you forgotten that?”

“THEIR ACTIONS ARE NOT JUSTIFIED IN ANY WAY!”

“AND OURS ARE? YOU ARE BLIND, OBERON. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE CRUELTY THE GODS HAVE SUBJECTED HUMANS TO? WHEN OUR FATHER TOOK YEARS AWAY FROM THEIR LIFESPANS SOLELY BECAUSE THEY STOPPED WORSHIPPING HIM AS OFTEN AS THEY USED TO? WHAT PART OF THAT IS JUSTIFIED?” 

He just stared at you with angry irises and his chest heaving before he ran a hand through his long ivory hair and turned around, the flowing white cape flowing wildly behind him with unseen air. He walked back into the observation room and back to his throne. Without a second glance to you, he worked on the transition of power between the sun and moon. You could imagine your sister Aelia grinning brightly as she rose the sun for the day.

“You are to never return here if you step foot out that door. You will still have control of your duties of the night. However you will never return. Do not come back groveling for forgiveness when I have given you constant warnings of their cruelty. If I see your face show up here, I will make sure father smites you down. Now get out of my sight.”

You huffed and whipped around to the front entrance, the stars that constantly twinkled and the nebulas that constantly swirled in the inside of your cloak illuminating the white floors below you as you ran. You left the palace without a second thought, leaving your old life behind in favor of spending it with the humans.

When you came crashing to the Earth in a shooting star, you were amazed by the beauty of it up close and in person

It was everything you expected and then some

You heard the humans cheering and thanking you in their prayers when the stars returned brighter than usual

You being completely enamoured by all of the humans, even if they recognized you or not you loved them all unconditionally

You set up a little cottage in the tundra where you could see the night sky clearly with the occasional aurora borealis 

From the roof, you controlled the stars

The tales of you defecting from the heavens was a popular one, and you became somewhat of a symbol of the hope that humanity should hold for themselves and compassion

Occasionally sending shooting stars over humans you knew were stargazing

You have met many lovers, friends, and even your own adopted kids over the next millenia, all of them accepting your immortality and everlasting duties

But it’s all the same in the end: they come, they leave, and they die

With each death of your loved ones, you could feel your will to keep going dissipate

The stars grew dimmer gradually in the night sky

The humans gradually stopped worshipping you as you disappeared from the night skies

You became a distant memory for elders to tell children 

Disappearing from the face of the Earth for a few centuries when you could not take the constant deaths any longer

Nobody knew where your cabin laid so you were undisturbed for centuries on end, left to your grief

That was until a knock sounded at your door

The knock startled you out of the comfort of your bed. Reluctantly, you left the warmth of the multitude of blankets and donned your cloak to hide your unkempt appearance. When you passed the mirror hanging in the hallway, you could see that your face was shrouded by darkness with the exception of a single glint where your eyes were caused by the lone star that was a constant reminder of your position. Before you fell into a deep depression, the stars would illuminate your entire face if you put your hood up. 

You opened the front door without a care in the world. If the beings on the other side were humans that would take you away and torture you, you didn’t care. You’re long past the point of caring for your own well being.

On the other side was a man of average height and long shaggy blond hair pulled into a slick ponytail. He was dressed entirely in green with a green and white striped bucket hat placed on his head. Past you would’ve been cooing at the object, but now you dully looked at the man in front of you. You glanced behind him and your eyes widened at the huge black wings sprouting from his back. You know who he was the second your eye caught the black feathers; he was the Angel of Death.

“Hello, Angel of Death.”

He tried to peer into your shrouded features, only seeing two pinpricks of light where your eyes should be. He gave you a friendly smile, brushing off the snow that gathered on his shoulders. “(Y/n), the God of the Stars and the Night Sky. Giver of compassion to the human race, it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Why are you here? Last time I checked, my last lover died centuries ago.”

“Yes, my condolences. They were lovely when I guided their soul to the afterlife.”

“You still have not answered my question, Angel of Death. Why are you here?” You grit out the last sentence through a clenched jaw. He has no right to talk about them when he assisted in taking them away from you. Him and your cousin, the Goddess of Death Kristin. They took everybody you loved away from you. You knew that their deaths were unavoidable since they were human and you were immortal, but you still couldn’t help but resent them.

“The Goddess of Death sent me. The God of the Moon and the Goddess of the Sun sent her a request to send me to check on you.”

You stared at him for a few moments before you saw him shivering slightly and sighed. You always had a soft spot for humans, even if the being in front of you was not a human in the slightest. He reminded you of an old friend. You stepped aside and gestured lazily inside the house, “come in.”

He started to visit more and more over the next century

He eventually befriended you about half a century into the visits

It was extremely difficult to do because of how guarded you were, but he managed to break you out of your shell

You realizing how kind he was and how much he cared for you

You quickly came to the realization that he was immortal as well after reading up on the Angel of Death

After another fifty years, he became your best friend

You both opened up and comforted each other about everybody you both lost over the years

When he adopted Technoblade and then Wilbur not long after Techno, you were extremely hesitant to get close to them

Even going as far as telling Philza that you thought that it was an extremely bad idea

Mortals always end up leaving in the end anyways, it’s best to avoid the endless cycle of hurt that came with having mortals around

You told him about your own adopted children that have died over the years

You refuse to meet them, cutting off all communication with Philza for a year or two

Eventually meeting his three adopted kids when you reluctantly accept a dinner invitation one day

You attempted to appear cold and uncaring, but your love for humans (especially baby humans) shone through when an infant Tommy started to play with your cape

It seemed that the stars and the moving nebulas within the fabric entranced him

From then on whenever you visited Philza, you always held Tommy until he was too old for you to do so

Becoming very attached to the blond with your strong innate parental instincts

You introduce Techno to mythology, sharing stories of your personal interactions with certain gods and entities throughout the years

You teach Techno how to cope with the voices as you constantly hear multiple prayers to you from humans at the same time

You arrange a meeting for Wilbur with the Goddess of Music when he asks you about her

Arranging for her to start giving him lessons in exchange of a favor that will be cashed at a later date

You help raise all three of them, often taking them off Philza’s hands for a night or two 

Their favorite activity with you is watching you raise the stars and turn the sky dark

They always loved to watch you move the stars and summon shooting stars for them

The stars gradually returned to your eyes and a constant ecstatic smile slowly became synonymous with your face again

Humans started to worship you again when the stars in the sky became brighter

You became your old self again after centuries of feeling lost 

To repay them for everything they’ve done for you, you decided to rearrange the stars for one night 

One night of having a different star pattern couldn’t hurt 

Sure, it’d make a few theories pop up among the humans, but those are fun to overhear sometimes

The young boys and Philza behind you watched in awe as your eyes started to glow brightly and you slowly moved your hands gracefully raising the stars with the moon, your cloak starting to flow with nonexistent winds. They’ve seen you raise the stars thousands of times, but it never ceases to amaze them. It was just so… entrancing. 

You broke into a slight sweat and started to move the stars from their original positions in the sky. Shaking slightly, you pushed back against the strain and slight pain that it brought you. You’ve never done this before, so you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You felt someone put a hand on your shoulder.

“What’re you doin, mate?”

“Uh Dad?”

“Not now Techno. Mate, are you alright?”

“Dad, look up. They’re rearranging the stars,” Wilbur breathed out.

You could hear Philza gasp slightly as he watched star after star move until they locked into place. There in the twinkling night sky was each of their names gleaming brightly in small lettering. When you were done, you fell into a kneel onto the ground and rubbed at your aching head panting lightly. 

You could hear the boys around you panic slightly as you regained your breath. As you heard them approach you you looked up at them and smiled, the stars gleaming brightly in your irises. “Do you like it?”

“Y-yes but gods, (y/n) are you alright?”

“I am fine, but stars, I have never done that before. Are you four ready for stargazing?”

“That was so pog, (y/n)! How’d you do that?”

“I hold the power of the stars and the night sky in my hands. My brother once told me that the night is our kingdom.” You laid down onto the grass and took off your cloak to cover up a shivering Tommy and Wilbur next to you. You sighed as you thought about your siblings; you wondered how they were doing. 

“I will gladly move the stars themselves for you four. You are my family.” There was a stretched out moment of comfortable silence as you five watched shooting stars blaze by. Eventually, you saw an aurora borealis materialize above you. Furrowing your brow, you looked at it in question. They don’t appear this time of year, so why-

“Aelia,” you breathed out as you watched the greens flow above you. She must’ve sent a gust of solar wind your way. 

“Isn’t Aelia the Goddess of the Sun?” Wilbur asked you.

“Yes, she is my oldest sister. She must have redirected the solar winds over here.” 

“Damn, what’s with the gods changing everything tonight? You guys need to fuckin chill.”

“Tommy!” Philza scolded and was about to continue before he heard you start to laugh. They’ve only heard you genuinely laugh only a couple of times, so the sound that left your mouth immediately brightened the mood. 

“Yes Tommy, I suppose we do need to ‘fucking chill’.”

“You swore! Fuckin pog,” Tommy cheered to himself as the others looked at you in slight shock at your words. If you’re being completely honest in all of the years you spent alive (which is since basically the beginning of time), you’ve never sworn once. You were raised differently than that. When you realized that the others were staring at you, you smirked at them. The stars twinkling and giving your eyes even more of a mischievous glint, “what? Have you never heard a god swear before?”

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Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I'd like to request a Kol Mikaelson X reader where the reader is a child psychic (12-15) that Kol low-key adopts. Like the Mikaelsons find about this kid with "gifts" and try to locate her but when they do they find out that her parents are physically abusive and trying to repress her abilities. So, the Mikaelsons gang saves her and she lives with them and at first Lol only really cares to study her abilities but he eventually realizes she's kinda a mischievous little whack-job of a human and he's like: "This is my child now." You can choose what sort of psychic power the reader has. (Ex. Empathic, telepathic, telekinetic, foresight...) Thank you!!!!

*Thank you for the request and your patience love! I hope you like it!*

Black Sheep

Kol had been watching you for a few days now. He had gotten wind of your abilities from the witches in the quarter, but was determined to see if you were worth his time himself.

From distant observation alone he could tell you were an empath, though he wasn’t sure just how far your abilities could go.

Could you control other people’s emotions?

Had you even scratched the surface of what your powers could actually do?

Listening intently from the corner of your street he hears the disturbing sound of your pleading.

“I won’t do it again! I promise! PLEASE DON’T LOCK ME IN HERE!”

“You’ve left us no choice Y/f/n, you’re a danger to everyone around you, there are consequences to your actions.” Kol’s head lifts at those words, he had heard a rendition of that more than once, listening to you endure the same treatment cracks his inhuman exterior slightly. It didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t dangerous, just different… A black sheep, like him. Without much thought Kol makes a decision, one that could very well leave him daggered, in a box for the next century.

“I’m sorry, you what?” Staring into the eyes of Klaus, Kol doesn’t back down from the choice he’s made, whether or not it was a mistake was still up for debate.

“They’re an empath, I figured they could be of use to us.” Without another word and before things could get heated, Elijah shows you to one of the many spare rooms that litter the compound.

“Did he kill them?” Your voice is soft and unsure, your age shining through despite your predicament. Although you were looking for reassurance Elijah was quite finished with Kol’s antics.

“Sleep. We can discuss things further in the morning.” He turns away at that, leaving you with the uncertainty of your parent’s survival and the unsettling feeling of a strange bed.

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As the months progressed so did your abilities, under Freya’s watchful eye you had learned more about your powers than you thought possible, which got you into trouble. A lot.

Running up the stairs of the compound you desperately attempt to reach your room before Klaus got wind of your little prank, though the vampire in your path did little to aid you in that endeavor.

“And where are you off to?”

“No time to explain, HIDE ME.” Jumping into the arms of your rescuer, your eyes widen at the vicious yell from the living room.

“Y/N!!” Glancing from you to the end of the stairs Kol immediately releases you, laughing loudly at your unceremonious landing. Within a second Klaus is in front of the two of you, eyes blazing with fury.

“You little brat.” Before things could escalate further you dulled the emotions raging through the hybrid’s mind, lulling him into a false sense of security.

“I’m sorry Klaus, I promise it won’t happen again.” Your smile to others would seem apologetic but to Kol was as mischievous as they came.

“It’s alright love, no worries.” Glancing at Kol you can’t help the small giggle that bubbles from within you.

“Your abilities seem to be coming along well.”

“Yeah… Freya’s really helped a lot.” It was awkward, Kol hadn’t spoken to you much since saving you, though you had spotted him watching from the door while you and Freya practiced on occasion.

“Better hide before he realizes what you’ve done.”

“Done again, you should say.” As if on cue Klaus’ booming voice rips through the compound for the second time.

“WHERE IS THAT LITTLE MONGREL!!!”

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Try as he might to keep his distance, Kol couldn’t help but feel a kinship towards you. You were a trouble maker. From playing pranks on Elijah, to dulling Klaus’ rage in the presence of his enemies, you were the culprit to some of Kol’s favorite crimes. Of course, a case could be made that you were certifiably insane, but what was the world without a little chaos?

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Jumping a mile Freya whips around to face you, eyes wide.

“Why?! It’s just a rock?!”

“My socks keep going missing, so I’m leaving an offering to the house troll.” Mouth agape, Freya isn’t quite sure if you were serious or not.

“Y/n there is no such thing as a house tro-”

“SHHHHHHHH! He’s always listening.” In true twelve-year-old fashion you bolt behind the couch, eyes constantly watching the rock perched on the window.

“KOL! COME GET YOUR CHILD PLEASE!” With a furrowed brow Kol enters the living room, eyes landing on your squinting form from your semi hidden position.

“Uhh…” Sighing loudly you go through the explanation again, never once looking away from your trap.

“That’s why I’m waiting here.”

“So the house trolls will leave you alone?” Kol’s confusion bleeds into his question.

“No! So I can get my socks back from the greedy bastards. They messed with the wrong kid.” Shaking his head Kol kneels next to you in your makeshift trenches.

“How long do you intend to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

When Rebekah enters the war zone twenty minutes later, she’s greeted with a sight that melts her heart. You were fast asleep on Kol’s lap, mouth wide open, face pointed towards the ceiling. Kol wasn’t much better, head resting against yours with his eyes closed.

“So much for hunting trolls.” She can’t help the smile that forms as the words leave her mouth. Her brother truly was a child. Good thing he had you to play with.

~~

Your thirteenth birthday was something Kol was admittedly not prepared for, not because of the balloons or the obvious sugar rush you were sporting, no those things he could handle. What he couldn’t handle was the effects of time already taking their toll. You were a year older now than when he had saved you, features slowly morphing and changing.

How long did he truly have left with you?

That thought alone turned the cheery celebration into something much more debilitating. Somewhere in the back of Kol’s mind he’d thought about changing you, turning you in the middle of the night like his parents had done to him. Could he do it? Rip away everything you have ever known for his own selfish want to have you around forever? Watching the joy break out across your face as you open presents, he doesn’t think he could.

As the night winds down Kol goes in search of you, fully prepared to compel you to sleep off your sugar high. When he finds you fast asleep on the couch, stuffed bear he had bought you gripped tightly in your grasp, he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Dad?” With your groggy whisper Kol’s freezes in place. You had never called him that, refusing to emotionally attach yourself to any one after what your parents had done, though your tired state didn’t seem to mind all that much.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t acknowledge your slip up, too concerned with the moisture building in the corners of your eyes.

“Bad dream.” Lifting you into his arms, he shushes you gently.

“It’s alright little one, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Watching you sniffle quietly and burrow into his embrace, Kol knows no matter how much it hurts, or how little time he had left with you, he would never let himself be the source of your sadness.

After all black sheep had to stick together.

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can i request zhongli , kaeya and xiao with a fem!s/o that comes from an extremely rich family and the boys get kidnapped and held for ransom and then out of nowhere their s/o comes and beats the group of people that kidnapped the boys , gracefully😋😋

Note: we stan a baddie s/o! Anyways, enjoy the drabbles with a word count averaging 0.5k for each character :) I'll make the setting at an abandoned warehouse, classic

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Kidnapped Genshin Boys x Fem Rich!reader pt.1

Part 2 (Childe, Diluc, Kazuha)

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli

Genre: fluff, established relationship, some woman kicking ass action, (TW: mentions of blood and violence)

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KAEYA

Your boyfriend would deliberately act like a damsel in distress with no fighting aptitudes. Exaggerating his emotions to fabricate fear, he voluntarily let himself be held hostage, thinking they caught an easy target. Kaeya went along with his abductors' antics because he intends to bring them down once they reach the hideout.

While they were camping in the warehouse, Kaeya was not worried at the slightest. These people were no vision bearers, just mere greedy criminals that do not know who they were messing with.

Kaeya is aware of how affluent you and your family are. He already anticipated something similar to happen one day. Lowly tactics like these do not budge him at all, especially his unyielding loyalty towards you. As if the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonious would be shaken by something as childish as this.

While he was improvising a plan in his mind, one of the men yelled, "Intruder!"

They all assembled at the source, but glanced at each other in confusion, "Intruder? Where?"

While an altercation sparked between them about the unseen intruder, their attention successfully diverted away from Kaeya. Thus, using the containers and blind spots to your advantage, you sneaked your way towards your boyfriend. While freeing Kaeya from the ropes that bound him to the chair, you giggled as well, "Are you lost, baby boy?"

Your unexpected appearance left him stunned, but it was a pleasant surprise, "Lost in those eyes, baby girl." He smirked back. By the time you finished, the men realized that the intruder was you.

Now that you are actually here, Kaeya's concerns began sprouting because he wanted to ensure your safety first before carrying out his plan since your arrival was not formulated in it.

You fueled his worries when you stepped forward towards the group. You dropped the bag you carried along in front of them, "Here. You wanted the money right? Take it."

"Well, that wasn't so hard." The gung ho group laughed boisterously among themselves, the leader leaning down to pick up the bag. You swung your foot, landing a clean kick on his face which caused him to stumble back. He pressed his nose, blood trickled down, "You-"

You refused to let him finish by sending another vigorous kick, this time at the center of his stomach, causing him to hunch as he grabbed onto his stomach and surpassing his coughs. To finish it off, you plunged your elbow down the back of his head and connected with an uppercut. The force was strong enough to send their leader flying back and never stood up again, completely knocked out.

The rest of the gang blinked. It was not even a fight. You took him down with only a few moves, barely breaking a sweat.

"You guys want some more? Or just take the money and leave us alone." You taunted them. They hustled along, grabbing the bag, and left their leader in the warehouse. Little did they know, the bag was not filled with money, but just some rocks to give it some weight.

Kaeya walked up behind you, clapping his hands, "That was superb, babe. I didn't know you were such a fighter." Needless to say, Kaeya is so proud of you and praised the way you executed your beautiful course of movements. He will also keep in mind to never mess with your temper too much in the future.

XIAO

Your boyfriend could take out all the adversaries he wanted to, driving them to regret that they wished they never premeditate this abduction. Unfortunately, his hands are tied because the group threatened that harm would come your way instead if he did not comply with their demands.

"You just have to sit here until your girlfriend bails you out. I'm sure she has some extra cash to blow to save you."

You did warn Xiao beforehand that similar incidents happened in the past and it is bound to occur again, to which he glazed over as a simple matter since he is confident with his combat experiences. But you did not explain how the incidents were settled. Xiao did not know that you have the capability to defend yourself, so obviously he reluctantly listened to them to protect you.

If they were to resort to hurting anyone, Xiao would rather have them hurt him instead if it meant they could spare you. He will never forgive them or himself if they even attempt to graze a single strand of your hair.

While worrying for your safety, he heard one of the men shouting a yelp, but it got cut off as his body fell, passing out cold on the ground.

The group huddled together, "Who's there?!" Their eyes darted around to search for the one responsible.

While they were bewildered, you jumped down from one of the containers at the warehouse, sending your knee flying directly towards one of the members to knock him down. In a kneeling position to pin the person below in place, you sent a swift strike to his neck, making him faint. As you stood up, the gang and also Xiao all looked at your abrupt appearance with wide eyes.

Glaring at the men in front of you, "Now, if any of you touched my boyfriend, one doctor visit wouldn't suffice." Without giving them any time to react or respond, your palm curled into a fist, dashing forward to begin taking them down one by one with your nimble feet.

Your calculative movements were sharp and precise, leaving no opening for your foes to attack. As the battle proceeded, your hair flowed gracefully behind along with your bold actions. Although Xiao was itching to help, he only managed to stare at you in awe, marveled by your bravery and poise stance that showed no weakness.

Before you both knew it, the fight ended with you emerging victorious.

You ran over to Xiao to free him immediately, "Oh archons! Xiao, are you okay?" Caressing his cheeks, you frantically inspected his face for any external injuries. Those men will face your wrath if they did anything to him.

Xiao was still processing what happened, his pupils fixed at you, lips parting, "That was really... amazing of you." He wanted to tell you that you looked so gorgeous that it made him breathless, but kept his mouth sealed after. For now, he enjoys the sensation of your hands that were used to unleash such fury now stroking his face so lovingly. It is also worth mentioning that Xiao has a new profound respect for your charming side that he never knew of.

ZHONGLI

Your boyfriend maintained a tranquil state of mind when he was kidnaped. Not portraying any signs of retaliation or profound panic, it even caused the group to be unnerved with how silent Zhongli behaved.

While held hostage, the head of the abduction blabbered about how they intend to lure you here, exploiting you through Zhongli's situation for some quick money grab.

Upon hearing that, Zhongli's eyebrows twitched in a displeased manner, "So you'd rather take advantage of someone for money instead of working for it? Don't you have any dignity left?"

"Obviously! If there's an easy way to earn money, who wouldn't want to partake? Someone as sheltered and rich as your girlfriend will never understand. Don't act like you never took money from her." They ridiculed his righteous morales by bringing you in the conversation, implying Zhongli only dated you for your status.

Zhongli leaned back against the chair with an inscrutable demeanor on his face. He knew that surely someone would point out the disparity in social status between you and him. But, if they thought he only valued your wealth and nothing else, then he will have to disappoint them.

"Oh, I'm very lucky to have a wealthy partner. Something you will never understand, yes? That's why you turn to disagreeable schemes such as this." Zhongli stalled time by making mindless talks with the leader.

Not appreciating Zhongli's remark, the leader raised his arm, ready to swing at full force to land a hit, except you obstructed him. Appearing out of thin air, you found your way towards Zhongli and held a tenacious grip on the man's arm from behind before he could potentially scar your boyfriend's precious face.

The group was alarmed by your arrival and the way you constrained their leader's strike. Applying even more force to twist his arm, you contorted his limb. It caused him to arch his back and bawled in pain as he attempted to wriggle his arm out of your grasp. In contrast, you reinforced your strength and kicked the back of his knees.

Once you let go, everyone watched him squirmed in agony on the ground with your grip leaving a red imprint on his arm. Turning your head towards Zhongli, you sent him a cheeky wink, "You're one lucky man indeed."

Now channeling your attention at the group, "Who's next?"

The group charged towards you, assertive that their strengths in numbers will have more odds in winning against you, a woman who stood alone.

Thus, to prove them wrong, not only did you beat their egos to pulps, but also the entire gang. Keeping a composed manner, your limbs carried your movement with great finesse and elegance. You dodged and blocked every incoming attack, never allowing them to get a clean hit on you. Your presence dominated the flow of the battle.

Eventually, only one victor is appointed, that victor being you.

You walked back to Zhongli to untie him. You placed your hand on your hip, huffing your chest to stand proud, "How was that? Not only is your girlfriend rich, but also powerful."

Zhongli nodded in agreement, softly patting your hair as he watched you with affectionate eyes, "That was a remarkable performance to remember down the road. Guess I have a lot of things to learn about you." Although Zhongli is fully competent to defend himself if things went wrong, he found it absolutely charming of you to protect him. You were reckless, but he acknowledges your ability to fight so gracefully.

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 2

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3

Warnings: mentions of violence

Length: ~1000 words

As soon as the child disappeared into the forest, Scaramouche turned to you with an annoyed look on his face.

'Who was this brat?'

'Her name is Yu.' You answered calmly. 'She's a really sweet child and...'

'I couldn't care less about that' he interrupted you in the classis way of his which didn't surprise you any more but it sure made you sigh. 'Why are you associating with people like her?'

You rose your brows at him. You looked like you were bored and amused by his words at the same time.

'That's my job, remember? I'm a protector. And I also do love these people from the bottom of my heart.'

'Whatever' he snorted. 'I could never understand why you chose to become a slave of these absolute nobodies... Only if you joined the fatui.'

Icy silence followed his words as you stared at him. He has mentioned his crazy idea of his before but you never really took it seriously.

'You're joking, right?'

He shrugged and turned his face away but you stared at him until he was forced to lock eyes with you again. A defiant look sat in his gaze.

'Let's go back' you finally broke the uncomfortable silence. 'I do not wish to continue the walk with you until you leave this horrendous mood.'

Without further ado, you turned back to where you've come from and started walking towards Qingce with definite steps.

Scaramouche caught up to you but he said nothing as you two were walking on the same path.

It was obvious that something put him in a bad mood that day. You just couldn't get your head around what.

Maybe on of his coworkers riled him up. Or a servant didn't follow his orders properly. Maybe he just got some ridiculing looks for his hat - he sure hated that.

All of those were possible situations but it just didn't feel right somehow. Scaramouche could be really stubborn and stupid, but he wouldn't be so stupid to ruin your precious day together because of some irrelevant events.

Could it be... that he really wanted you to join the fatui?

You took a quick glance of him. He was walking next to you with his chin straight up, still visibly angry.

It was no secret that he hated your job. But the question was, did he hate your job because he thought it was unnecessary or because he too wanted to be with you more?

It's not the same, you decided.

But you also knew that the only way you could find his true reasons out, is if you ask him. He would've never admitted something like that unless you actually forced it out of him.

So you threw away your pride and cleared your throat to get his attention.

He looked at you - and you swore that he seemed relieved for a distant moment. Maybe because he could've never ignored that stupid pride of his - even though he longed to talk to you as well - so it made everything easier that you took the first step.

But before actual words could've left your lips, a scream cut into your thoughts.

You froze as if someone would've applied cryo on your hydro. But even before Scaramouche could've reacted, even before the scream could've stopped, you moved.

You started running towards the source of the desperate sound as fast as if you had the winds backing you up.

Because you immediately recognised the voice.

It belonged to one of your people. The people you once swore to protect by all means.

The trees and fields all blurred into a quick flash in your eyes. It felt like your feet didn't even touch the ground, almost like you were flying.

And in the next moment, you stood in between a woman from Qingce and three fatui agents.

'What is happening here?' You asked as sharply as the edge of your polearm in your hand. You rose your other arm to form a shield for the woman behind you, who was kneeling on the ground, shaking and nearly in tears behind her own house's gates.

'They... they tried to take food stored in my garden... and when I didn't let them... they just pushed me away and...'

'I see' you cut her off. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the agents. They all stood there with their weapons out, looking at you like they would happily end you in an instant.

You felt Scaramouche's presence as well but you didn't turn around to acknowledge it.

'Is that true?' You asked loudly, still, to make sure that the harbinger hears and sees everything that was going on.

A tall, burly man smirked at you.

'Yes, why? We just wanted to ease our hunger after guarding the village all day long. I believed Liuye people were welcoming but it seems like the rumos were wrong. They are so greedy, they don't even want to provide us with food.'

'Asking for something and taking it away are two very different things.' You hissed. 'I don't know what's going on in Sheznaya but stealing will not be tolerated in my village!'

Your furious outburst was powerful indeed but the agents weren't even looking at you, they were looking at Scaramouche behind you. You couldn't see what he gestured towards them but all of a sudden they moved.

The fatui agents turned their backs to you and started walking away.

'Hey!' You yelled after them. 'Do you really think you can get away with this without apologising to...'

'No, please!' The woman kneeling behind you grabbed your coat and pulled you back. 'You've already done enough! Thank you for saving me but... please don't anger the fatui!'

You knew she was right. Even though you belonged to one of their harbinger, your life didn't mean much in their eyes, not to mention the people's in the village.

It was better to stay silent.

Your grip tightened on the polearm. Then you lowered your arms, letting the weapon fall back down to your side.

You turned back and helped the woman up from the ground. From the corners of your eyes, you could see other locals slowly gathering getting out of their houses. It seemed like everyone thought hiding from the fatui was a better idea.

There was a shadow among the trees but once again, you didn't acknowledge it. Without calling his name out or even looking at Scaramouche, you left the garden of the one you protected and started walking towards your own house.

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ch. xlvii - center stage

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After the performance, you all congratulated Yunho for his performance along with his teammate. But not long after that, he ran off with his team to do an evaluation back at the practice room where they had also put their things.

Deciding you wanted to spend more time with Yunho, you split off with the others to wait for Yunho. How could you not? The way he danced woke something in you that you didn't think was there.

Luckily when you got to the practice room, the captain had just wrapped things up and they began to slowly file out. As people walked out, you sneaked in and waited until the room was empty except for Yunho who was focused on rummaging around in his bag.

You slowly crept behind him, making sure he wouldn't realize you. when you glomped down onto his back, he yelped and fell to the side, effectively toppling the both of you over. You giggled when he looked at you with eyes wide as saucers.

"You scared me!" he exclaimed. Though when he looked at your widely grinning face, he couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation was.

You both scrambled back into a sitting position before talking.

"So," Yunho started as he zipped his bag tightly, "how'd you like the performance?" he asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You light up as well, wanting to tell him what you thought.

"I loved it! You were so cool! The boys and I couldn't tear our eyes off of you!" you told him. He beamed up immediately at your encouraging words.

"But there was something that I don't quite like from your performance," you added, pursing your lips. Yunho's eyes widened at that, worried, "w-what is it? Did I made a mistake on stage??" he panicked immediately.

You pouted and feigned a saddened look at him, "I don't like the part where you danced with that one girl and the fact that you looked so incredibly hot that the girls around me were lusting after you," you said, playing with your fingers and avoiding Yunho's stare.

Yunho exhaled in relief at your words. But soon his demeanour changed into a teasing one. His darkened eyes looked straight at your face and he crawled close to you, "so... you were jealous at the other girls, baby?" he asked, tilting his head to the side even though you weren't looking at him.

You nodded slowly at him, hands fiddling, "I don't like the way they talked about you, they were saying things like being able to see the outline of your dick from your pants," you mumbled.

"And why don't you like it?" he asked. At his question, you snapped your head up to look straight at him. Your eyebrows were furrowed and cheeks puffed up slightly, "because I'm the only girl who's supposed to be able to see your dick!" you exclaimed.

Seeing how adorable you are though upset, Yunho laughed wholeheartedly before he pulled you closer to his lap. He let your legs dangle on his sides as his arms wrap around your waist securely.

He stared at you with a smile on his face and eyes filled with affection, "you ARE the only girl who's able to see my dick," he giggled. He leaned his face forward and nuzzled his nose with yours.

Your hands instinctively gripped on his shoulder, bottom lip still jutting out, "don't make me tattoo my name on your dick to ward off other bitches," you muttered at him.

Without a warning, he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency that is not usually like him. His kisses were always soft and gentle and he only acted as such during sex. But with the position you were in, how things progressed from one moment to another, and his dick coming to life, you had an idea of where this might go.

His teeth tugged at your bottom lip teasingly as his hands rest on your thigh, his fingers crept into the inside of your short skirt. When his fingers began to scratch at your thighs, you gasped into his mouth.

At the opportunity, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and drove his hand to cup your ass under your skirt.

"You know, you talk as if guys weren't lusting after you all night long," he mumbled against your lips. You let out a noise that indicated you were questioning him, to which he chuckled, "I saw how the guys other than us looked at you, probably wondering what kind of panties you're wearing," he said before he suddenly flipped your skirt up at while detaching his lips from yours to stare down at your crotch at the same time.

Once his eyes saw your panty-clad pussy, you could see how it immediately darkened. His hand didn't even hesitate when he reached forward and tugged your panties to reveal your pussy.

At the revelation, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, "how would you think they'd react if they saw my marks all around your body?" he asked as he began pushing you down to a laying position, "t-they wouldn't be able to see them because I w-won't let them," you stuttered out.

Satisfied with your answer, Yunho proceeded to hover above you with his face at your crotch. "Little princess has been trained well, hasn't she?" he smirked up at you. He pressed a soft kiss on your mound over your panties before tearing the flimsy material off with his teeth.

When his teeth grazed at your skin, you couldn't help but gasp and instinctively tried to close your legs. But Yunho was having none of that as he immediately pressed your thighs to make sure your legs stayed open for him.

Once your panties are fully off, you saw Yunho pocketed it in his front pocket. His eyes met yours and he smirked devilishly, "I'm confiscating this," he simply said.

Before you could even say anything to him, he had pressed a finger into your hole. Your eyes widened in shock and your breath hitched. At the sudden intrusion, your hands gripped onto your skirt tightly.

Yunho chuckled at your reaction, finding it rather cute, "you look adorable like this," he said. Then his eyes shifted to your pussy, staring at it intensely, "and your pussy's taking my finger so well," he said before he started thrusting his finger in you slowly.

Knowing you both are in a relatively public space, you bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from being too loud.

Blissfully in his own headspace, Yunho moved to pepper kisses along your inner thighs. The feeling of his soft lips so close to your pussy was frustrating.

You let out a soft whine at Yunho, wordlessly letting him know that you want more. But Yunho only bit your skin in response, letting you know that you were in no place to make demands.

Yunho's fingers began moving quicker, more desperate than before. His lips left multiple marks on your skin, painting them red and light purple. His possessiveness was apparent with the way he was marking you up, wanting to make sure that you and maybe the others would see that he was with you, that you're partially his.

Without you even realizing, Yunho had managed to slip three fingers in you and was ramming into your cunt quickly, adding a thumb to your clit just because.

"-n-nho! Yu-yun- ho! I'm gon-gonna-" you stuttered out, brain fuzzy from the sheer intensity of his finger fucking. Yunho grinned wickedly at the sight of you. He crawled back up, his finger never stopping, fervently pushing you to cum all over his fingers, "Come on baby, let it go, show me how much I affected you," he commanded.

Your eyes snap shut as your jaw hung open when you cum hard on Yunho's fingers. Your pussy clamped his fingers, preventing them from moving.

As you let your first orgasm ebb away, Yunho moved forward to press rewarding kisses all over your face. He whispered compliments to you, telling you how proud he is at how obedient you are.

Before you could fully recover, Yunho hoisted you up and pressed your chest onto the cool mirror. The coldness of the mirror on your hot skin made you shiver. He had a hand wrapped around your waist as the other lifted your skirt up to expose your bottom whereas you had both hands pressed on the mirror by your side.

Yunho stood behind you, his dick pressed onto your ass and you were able to feel how hard he was. You could only assume it's uncomfortable.

"Can you feel me baby?" he asked right next to your ear, biting on it slightly. You whimpered but managed to let out a soft 'yes' to him. "You were worried that other girls would get to me when the fact is, you're the only girl who is able to make me this hard," he groaned.

You heard the sounds of zipper unzipping and a bit of rustling before you felt the bare tip of Yunho's dick in between your legs. You sucked in a breath when he started to rub his massive length along your pussy, using your juice as a lubricant for his dick.

"Can I please fuck my girl? Please?" He asked softly.

Your legs almost buckled at how affected you are by his voice and words.

"P-please Yunho, fuck me," you whimpered at him.

At your confirmation, Yunho used his free hand to manoeuvred his dick at your hole. Your jaw once again dropped open when he began to push in slowly. You could feel all of him grazing against your inside, slowly bottoming out until he's finally all the way inside you, his hips flush against your ass.

Yunho gripped on you tighter, seemingly trying to control himself, wanting you to get used to him first. Your head dropped forward as you focused on how he made you full.

After a while, you pushed yourself back at Yunho, urging him to start moving.

He took notice of your signal and immediately took hold of your waist with both of his hands and just began thrusting into you.

The pace wasn't rushed, but it wasn't slow either. It was rather powerful but not harsh. Yunho wanted to make sure that you felt him as much as he was feeling you enveloping him tightly, making him feel so exhilarated without doing much.

"God, you feel amazing, your pussy is so fucking greedy taking all of me," he moaned loudly. Yunho leaned back to see how you both are connected, "God, I fucking love you, (Y/N)," he groaned out. The sight of his dick disappearing into you sent tingles down his spine and he could feel his dick twitched, wanting nothing but more of you for him. He began thrusting quicker, your slick helped him slip easily with the pace he wanted.

With every powerful thrust, he sent you lurching forward, almost colliding with the mirror. But thankfully you were anchoring yourself with your hands on the mirror.

Yunho looked up only to see you were looking down. Frowning, he reached a hand forward and grab your chin, "I want you to look at me fucking you, got it?" he growled. Through the pleasure that clouded your mind, you managed to nod.

Both of your eyes stayed on each other the whole time he was thrusting into you. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, pleased that you listened to him well.

Due to the previous orgasm from his fingers, you were still very much sensitive and it didn't take much for you to feel your second one incoming. Yunho felt you began clenching him, almost trapping his dick in you while your hand curled into fists. He reached both of his own hands to interlace with yours. You felt his chest pressed on your back and you couldn't help but leaned back to capture his lips with yours.

With your lips connected, fighting for dominance and Yunho's dick buried deep in you, stroking your g-spot constantly, it only took a couple harsh thrusts before you came hard whilst squealing into his mouth.

Immediately, your legs felt like jelly and thank god for Yunho's fast reflex as he immediately held you close and brought you to a standing position.

Your pussy was clenching him so hard and with the warmth and the feeling of you shuddering against him, Yunho came inside you not long after.

You detached your lips from him to catch your breath. But you opted to press soft kisses along his jaw. Yunho kept thrusting through both of your orgasms, prolonging them as much as he can.

When he felt like he couldn't unload more, he stopped the movements of his hips and once again connected his lips to yours. You giggled when he playfully bit onto your bottom lip while caressing your hips underneath your skirt.

"Can we just stay like this for a while?" he mumbled against your lips. When he felt you clench on his dick that was still inside you, he moaned loudly, "scratch that, can we stay like this forever?"

You giggled at him and poked his nose, "nope, because," you cut yourself off to peck him quickly once more on his lips, "I'm hungry and I wanna go get something to eat with you," you grinned.

Yunho matched your grin with his own and nodded. He carefully slipped himself out of you, making you visibly shudder both at the feeling of him grazing your inside and the sudden loss of him.

He fixed your clothes first before fixing his own, making sure it wasn't too obvious that you two just had sex in the dance room. Once he deemed that you both looked good, he took your hand in his and walked out.

"Oh, look!" you called out to him, showing the screen of your phone with an open group chat message, "the boys are at Mcdonalds! Should we join them?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

Yunho pursed his lips but shrugged, "I can use like 20 pieces of nuggets now," he said. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with your shoulder, "can you really gobble 20 nuggets in one sitting?" you questioned. He raised an eyebrow at you challengingly, "you doubting my skills?" he then leaned his face close to you, "I can gobble you up if I want to," he teasingly stated.

At his faux threat, you giggled loudly and smack his arm playfully, "you can't gobble me up, you doof!" "Sure I can! you're teenie," he grinned.

All the way to Mcdonalds, you both joked around, teasing one another. He even commented on the fact that you hadn't worn your panties as it was still in his pocket.

But he got to admit that at that moment, when you two were alone, with you laughing at whatever stupidity he uttered, he had never seen or heard anyone so perfect.

And that's when it hit him.

He loves you.

Not only loving having you around.

But he loves you genuinely and wholly.

And that he had said it to you not long ago.

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future. 

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~ 

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7. 

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season. 

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching  the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find. 

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his.  Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate! 

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The Crows Summon the Sun

Or, Hamliet’s review of Shadow & Bone, which gets a 4.5/5 for enjoyment and a 3.5/5 in terms of writing.

The true heroes of this story and the saviors of the show are the Crows. However, the problem is that the show then has an uneven feel, because the strength of the Crows plotline highlights the weaknesses of the trilogy storyline. But imo, overall, the strengths overshadow (#punintended) the weaknesses. 

I’ll divide the review into the narrative and the technical (show stuff, social commentary), starting with narrative.

Narrative: The Good 

It’s What The Crows Deserve

I went into the show watching it for the Crows; however, knowing that their storyline was intended to be a prequel, I wasn’t terribly optimistic. And while it is a prequel, the characters have complete and full arcs that perfectly set them up for the further development they will have in the books (which I think should be the next season?). Instead of retreading the arcs they’d have in the books, which is how prequels usually go, they had perfect set up for these arcs. It’s really excellent. 

Jesper, Inej, and Kaz are all allowed to be flawed, to have serious conflicts with one another, and yet to love each other. They feel like a found family in the best of ways. Kaz is the perfect selfish rogue; he’s a much more successfully executed Byronic hero than the Darkling, actually. Inej is heroic and her faith is not mocked, yet she too is flawed and her choices are not always entirely justified, but instead left to the audience to ponder (like killing the girl), which is a more mature writing choice that I appreciated. 

Jesper is charming, has a heart of gold despite being a murderer and on the surface fairly greedy, and MILO THE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER. I also liked Jesper’s fling with Dima but I felt it could be better used rather than merely establishing his sexuality, like if Jesper and Dima had seen each other one more time or something had come of their tryst for the plot/themes/development of Jesper. 

Nina and Matthias’s backstory being in the first season, instead of in flashbacks, really works because it automatically erases any discomfort of the implications of Nina having falsely accused Matthias that the books start with. We know Nina, we know Matthias, we know their motivations, backgrounds, and why they feel the way we do. It’ll be easy for the audience to root for them without a lot of unnecessary hate springing from misunderstanding Nina (since she’s my favorite). Matthias’s arc was also really strongly executed and satisfyingly tragic. Their plotline was a bit unfortunately disconnected from the rest of the story, but Danielle Gallagan and Callahan Skogman have absolutely sizzling chemistry so I found myself looking forward to their scenes instead of feeling distracted. Also? It’s nice seeing a woman with Nina’s body type as a romantic and powerful character. 

Hamliet Likes Malina Now

Insofar as the trilogy storyline goes, the best change the show made was Mal. He still is the same character from the books, but much more likable. The pining was... a lot (too much in episode 4, I felt) but Malina is a ship I actually enjoyed in the show while I NOTP’d it in the books. Mal has complexity and layers to his motivations (somewhat) and a likable if awkward charm. Archie Renaux was fantastic. 

Ben Barnes is the perfect Aleksandr Kirigan, and 15 year old me, who had the biggest of big crushes on Ben Barnes (first celebrity crush over a decade ago lol), was pretty damn happy lol. He’s magnificantly acted--sympathetic and terrifying, sincerely caring and yet villainous in moments. Story-wise, I think it was smart to reveal his name earlier on than in the books, because it helps with the humanization especially in a visual medium like film. Luda was a fitting (if heartbreaking) backstory, but it is also hard for me to stomach knowing what the endgame of his character is. Like... I get the X-men fallacy thing, but I hope the show gives more kindness to his character than the books did, yet I’m afraid to hold my breath. Just saying that if you employ save the cat, if you directly say you added this part (Luda) to make the character more likable (as the director did) please do not punish the audience for feeling what you intended. 

I also liked the change that made Alina half-Shu. It adds well to her arc and fits with her character, actually giving her motivations (she kinda just wants to be ordinary in a lot of ways) a much more interesting foundation than in the books. Also it’s nice not to have another knock-off Daenerys (looking to you Celaena and book!Alina). Jessie Mei Li does a good job playing Alina’s insecurities and emotions, but... 

Narrative: The Ehhhhhhh

Alina the Lamp

Sigh. Here we go. Alina has little consistent characterization. She’s almost always passive when we see her, yet she apparently punches an officer for calling her a name and this seems to be normal for her, but it doesn’t fit at all with what we know about her thus far. Contradictions are a part of humanity, but it’s never given any focus, so it comes across as inconsistent instead of a flaw or repression. 

I have no idea what Alina wants, beside that she wants to be with Mal, which is fine except I have no idea what the basis of their bond is. Even with like, other childhood friends to lovers like Ren/Nora in RWBY or Eren/Mikasa in SnK, there’s an inciting moment, a reason, that we learn very early on in their story to show us what draws them together. Alina and Mal just don’t have that. There’s the meadow/running away thing, but they were already so close, and why?  Why, exactly? What brought them together? The term “bullies” is thrown around but it isn’t ever explored and it needed to be this season. If I have to deal with intense pining for so many episodes at least give me a foundation for their devotion. You need to put this in the beginning, in the first season. You just do.

A “lamp” character is a common metaphor to describe a bad character: essentially, you could replace the character with a lamp and nothing changes. Considering Alina’s gift is light, it’s a funnily apt metaphor, but it really does apply. Her choices just don’t... matter. She could be a special lamp everyone is fighting over and almost nothing would change. The ironic thing is that everyone treating her like a fancy lamp is exactly the conflict, but it’s never delved into. We’re never shown that Alina is more than a lamp. She never has to struggle because her choices are made for her and information is gifted to her when she needs it. Not making choices protects Alina from consequences and the story gives her little incentive to change that; in fact, things tend to turn out better when she doesn’t make choices (magic stags will arrive). 

Like... let’s look at a few occasions when Alina almost or does make choices. For example, she chooses to (it seems) sleep with Kirigan, but then there’s a convenient knock at the door and Bhagra arrives with key information that changes Alina’s mind instantly despite the fact that Bhagra’s been pretty terrible to her. If you want to write a woman realizing she’s been duped by a cruel man, show her discovering it instead of having the man’s abusive mother tell her when she had absolutely no such suspicions beforehand. There’s no emotional weight there because Alina doesn’t struggle. 

When she is actually allowed to carry out a bad choice, the consequences are handwaved away instead of built into a challenge for her. Like... Alina got her friends killed. More than once. I’m not saying she’s entirely to blame for these but could we show her reacting to it? Feeling any sort of grief? She never mentions Raisa or Alexei after they’re gone, just Mal, and I’m... okay. They were there because of you. Aren’t you feeling anything? Aren’t you sad? The only time Alina brings up her friends’ deaths is to tell Kirigan he killed her friends when they were only there because she burned the maps. She yells at Kirigan for “never” giving her a choice, but she almost never makes any, so why would he? Alina has the gall to lecture Genya about choices, but she herself almost never has to make any. 

Which brings me to another complaint in general: Alina’s lack of care for everyone around her when they’re not Mal, even if they care for her. Marie dies because of her (absolutely not her fault of course) but as far as we know she never even learns about Marie. She certainly doesn’t ever ask about her or Nadia. Alina seems apathetic at best to people, certainly not compassionate or kind. 

The frustrating thing is that there is potential here. Like, it actually makes a lot of psychological sense for an orphan who has grown up losing to be reluctant to care for people outside of her orbit and that she would struggle to believe she can have any say in her destiny (ie make choices). It’s also interesting that a girl who feels like an outsider views others outside her. But the show never offers examines Alina’s psychology with any depth; it simply tells us she’s compassionate when she is demonstrably not, it tells us she makes decisions when it takes magical intervention to do so. It’s a missed opportunity. This does not change between episodes 1 and 8, despite the episodes’ parallel structures and scenes, which unintentionally reinforces that Alina had little real development. 

Inej and ironically Jesper and Kaz embody the concept of “mercy” far better and with far more complexity than Alina does. The Crows have reactions to the loss of people who even betray them (Arken, etc), learn, and course-correct (or don’t) when they are even loosely involved in having strangers die. They’re good characters because they change and learn and have their choices matter. When they kill we see them wrestle with it and what this means even if they are accustomed to doing so. Jesper can’t kill in front of a child. Kaz wonders what his killings do to Inej’s idea of him.

Narrative: The Mixed Bag

Tropes, Themes, Telling vs. Showing

So the show’s themes in the Alina storyline are a mess, as they are in the trilogy too. Tropes are a very valuable way to show your audience what you’re trying to say. They’re utilized worldwide because they resonate with people and we know what to expect from them. The Crows' storyline shows us what it wants us to learn.

Preaching tells, and unfortunately, the trilogy relies on telling/preaching against fornicationBad Boys. It’s your right to write any trope or trample any trope you want--your story--but you should at least understand what/why you are doing so. The author clearly knows enough about Jungian shadows and dark/light yin/yang symbolism to use it in the story, but then just handwaves it away as “I don’t like this” but never does so in a narratively effective way: addressing the appeal in the first place. If you really wanna deconstruct a trope, you gotta empathize with the core of the reason these tropes appeal to people (it allays deep fears that we are ourselves unlovable, through loving another person despite how beastly they can be), and address this instead of ignoring it. Show us a better way through the Fold of your story. Don’t just go around it and ignore the issue.

The trilogy offers highly simplistic themes at best--bad boy bad and good boy good, which is fine-ish for kid lit but less fine for adult complexity, which the show (more so than the books) seems to try to push despite not actually having much of it.

Alina and Mal are intended to be good, we’re told they are, but I’m not sure why beyond just that we’re told so. Alina claims the stag chose her, but in the show it’s never explained why at all. Unlike with Kaz, Inej, Jesper, and hell even Matthias and Nina, we don’t see Alina or Mal’s complex choices and internal wrestling. 

Like, Inej’s half-episode where she almost killed the guy they needed was far more character exploration than Alina has the entire show, to say nothing of Inej’s later killing which not only makes her leaps and bounds more interesting, but ironically cements her as a far more compelling and yes, likable, heroine than Alina. We see Inej’s emotional and moral conflict. We can relate to her. We see Kaz struggling with his selfishness and regrets, with his understanding of himself through his interactions with and observations of Inej, Alina, the Darkling, Arken, and Jesper.

We don’t explore what makes Mal or Alina good and what makes them bad. We don’t know what Alina discovers about herself, what her power means for her. We are told they are good, we are told she knows her power is hers, but never shown what this means or what this costs them/her. Their opportunities to be good are handed to them (the stag, Bhagra) instead of given to them as a challenge in which they risk things, in which doing good or making a merciful choice costs them. Alina gets to preach about choices without ever making any; Inej risks going back to the Menagerie to trust Kaz. Her choices risk. They cost. They matter and direct her storyline and her arc, and those of the people around her.

Production Stuff:

The Good: 

The production overall is quite excellent. The costumes, pacing, acting, and cinematography (for example, one of the earliest scenes between the Darkling and Alina has Alina with her back to the light, face covered in his shadow, while the Darkling’s face is light up by her light even if he stands in the shadows) are top-notch. The soundtrack as well is incredible and emphasizes the scenes playing. The actors have great chemistry together, friend chemistry and romantic when necessary (Mal and Alina, the Darkling and Alina, Kaz and Inej, Nina and Matthias, David and Genya, etc.) All are perfectly cast. 

The Uncomfortable Technicalities Hamliet Wants to Bitch About:

The only characters from fantasy!Europe having any trace of an accent reminiscent of said fantasy country's real-world equivalent are antagonists like Druskelle (Scandinavia) and Pekka (Ireland). When the heroes mostly have British accents despite being from fantasy Russia and Holland, it is certainly A Choice to have the Irish accent emphasized. The actor is British by the way, so I presume he purposely put on an Irish accent. I'm sure no one even considered the potential implications of this but it is A Look nonetheless.

The Anachronisms Hamliet Has a Pet Peeve About: 

The worldbuilding is compelling, but the only blight on the worldbuilding within the story itself (ignoring context) was that there are some anachronisms that took me out of the story, particularly in the first episode where “would you like to share with the class” and “saved by the horn” are both used. Both are modern-day idioms in English that just don’t fit, especially the latter. The last episode uses “the friends we made along the way.” There are other modern idioms as well.

IT’S STARKOVA and Other Pet Peeves Around the Russian Portrayal 

Russian names are not hard, and Russian naming systems are very, very easy to learn. I could have waved “Starkov” not being “Starkova,” “Nazyalensky” not being “Nazyalenskaya,”  and “Safin” not being “Safina” as an American interpretation (since in America, the names do not femininize). However, “Mozorova” as a man is unfathomable and suggests to me the author just doesn’t understand how names work, which is a bit... uh okay considering a simple google search gets you to understand Russian names. They aren’t hard. I cannot understand why the show did not fix this. It is so simple to fix and would be a major way to help the story’s overall... caricature of Russia. 

Speaking of that... Ravka is supposedly Russian-based, but it is more accurately based on the stereotypes of what Americans think of Russia. Amerussia? Russica? Not great. 

The royals are exactly what Americans think of the Romanovs, right down to the “greasy” “spiritual advisor” who is clearly Rasputin and which ignores the Romanov history, very real tragedy, and the reason Rasputin was present in the court. The religion with all its saints is a vapid reflection of Russian Orthodoxy. The military portrayal with its lotteries and brutality and war is how the US views the Russian military. The emphasis on orphans, constant starvation, classification, and children being ripped from their homes to serve the government is a classic US understanding of USSR communism right down to the USSR having weapons of destruction the rest of the world fears (Grisha). Not trying to defend the Soviet Union here at all, but it is simplistic and reductive and probably done unconsciously but still ehhhh. 

However, I’m not Russian. I just studied Russian literature. I’ve seen very little by way of discussion of this topic online, but what I do see from Russian people has been mixed--some mind, some don’t. The reality is that I actually don’t really mind this because it’s fantasy, though I see why some do. I'm not like CANCEL THIS. So why am I talking about this beyond just having a pet peeve?

Well, because it is a valid critique, and because it doesn’t occur in a vacuum. The Grishaverse is heralded as an almost paragon for woke Young Adult literature, which underlines itself what so frustrates me about how literary circles discuss issues of diversity and culture. Such praise, while ignoring its quasi-caricature of Russia, reflects a very ethnocentric (specifically American) understanding of culture, appropriation, and representation. All stories are products of their culture to various extents, but it bothers me on principle what the lit community reacts (and overreacts sometimes?) to and what people give a pass to. The answer to what the community reacts to and what it gives a pass always pivots on how palatable the appropriation is to American understandings and sensibilities. There’s nuance here as well, though. 

I'm not cancelling the story or thinking it should be harshly attacked for this, but it is something that can be discussed and imo should be far more often--but with the nuance it begs, instead of black/white. But that’s a tall ask. 

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