#the conflicts she faces are so clearly something i was struggling with at the time and wanted to explore safely

[fortheloveofhylia]

Legend and Fable being twins therefore Legend’s technically a prince

This one ended up being a bit of hurt and comfort for Legend and got me to write for Hyrule too which I haven't really done yet. Enjoy.

Twins

Legend always felt conflicted about returning to his era. Although it held everything dear to him, his lover, his friends and family. As well as all the familiar comforts of home, in contrast to life on the road. Whenever he stepped out of a portal and felt the familiar rush of magic from his own time greet him, it was tinged with a little sadness. Even though he would get to spend time in more familiar surroundings, he knew eventually he would have to leave again and continue his quest with the Chain.

Ravio had been there to greet the boys at the door of his (Legend's) house. Arms wide and a smile even wider, he assaulted the Vet with a bone breaking hug, followed by a flutter of rapid kisses. Legend could feel the eyes of the other boys watching them, making his face flush pinker than the streak in his hair. He struggled out of Ravio's grip and showed the rest of the Chain into his house.

After a couple days of rest, and Legend making sure Ravio hadn't sold off any of his equipment while he'd been away, a letter arrived for Legend. Four managed to get a glance at the seal on the envelope before Legend tried to hide it.

"Looks like the royal seal," he pointed out to the others. "Is it from your Zelda?"

"It would appear so. But she hasn't written to me in ages," Legend shrugged.

"That's not true. She actually writes to him fairly regularly. Bunny just doesn't like to admit who he really is, it's quite adorable really," Ravio hummed, sitting on the arm of the sofa staring up at Legend with mischievous eyes.

"What do you mean, 'who he really is'?" Asked Wild, looking up from the stove where he was making toast.

"Bunny?" Ravio frowned. "You mean you haven't told them?"

Legend glared at his boyfriend with steely eyes which clearly conveyed the desire for him to stop talking. But Legend had used that stare for so long, and it rarely worked.

"Rav, I swear, if you utter one more syllable I'm kicking you out!" Legend warned in a husky whisper. Which Ravio tried not to be turned on by.

"Okay, okay. If you want to keep it a secret that's your choice. But I'm sure they're all dying to know!" Ravio replied, raising his hands in surrender before turning and leaving the room.

"Well, then there'll only be one hero left and I can have some peace and quiet!" Legend retorted.

As he glanced over his shoulder and realised the whole chain was staring at him. Each with a different expression. Some looked curious, others rather shocked, while the rest seemed downright concerned.

"Legend," said Sky softly. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong." Legend insisted a little too quickly. "Agh, I'm going to bed." He huffed, before shoving the letter into a pocket and stomping up the stairs.

What Legend didn't realise was that in his haste he had failed to get the letter into his pocket and it fell to the floor, where it slipped under a bookcase by the door. Hyrule was the only one who noticed, but decided not to retrieve it until later.

That night while the rest of the boys were asleep, Hyrule's curiosity had kept him awake. Silently he got out of his bed roll and shifted into his Fae form. Rolling his shoulders to stretch his underused wings, he fluttered them experimentally. It had been so long since he had transformed, but the familiar flow of magic was warm and welcoming. Careful to fly above the sleeping forms below, Hyrule drifted across the room and landed in front of the bookase. The gap beneath was only a few inches high, but Hyrule was now only four inches tall. Still, he had to crawl into the gap until he found the envelope. Tugging it behind him Hyrule crawled back out from under the bookcase and laid the letter flat on the floor.

He stared at the crest, it was indeed the Hylian royal seal, a symbol they all recognised. Hyrule's wings fluttered as he considered what to do next. He was certainly intrigued enough to open the envelope and read the letter. But reading a message from Zelda to her Link felt a bit like a violation of Legend's privacy. Especially since it had taken Legend longer than most to trust the other members of the Chain. Plus, he clearly hadn't wanted to read the letter in front of them.

But what if it was urgent? What if Zelda was trying to relay vital, time sensitive information to Legend? If that were the case, surely it would make sense to read it as soon as possible. They were on a dangerous quest after all. Any news could be bad news. Spurred on by his sudden overwhelming sense of concern for his predecessor, Hyrule broke the seal on the envelope.

Pulling the sheet of paper out of the envelope, Hyrule began to read the note.

Dear Brother Link,

I have been informed that you and your hero friends have returned to our kingdom. It has been many weeks sine we last spoke, but I hope that Ravio has passed on my previous letters. I have been worrying about you lately and hope that you might be amenable to coming to the castle. If you have some time before you must leave us again on your quest. There are some urgent things I wish to discuss with you regarding family matters.

Your ever loving sister,

Zelda x

Hyrule had to re-read the letter twice for the information within to sink into his racing brain. Before he could process any kind of emotions, Hyrule was startled by the sound of footsteps overhead. Instantly, Hyrule transformed back into his Hylian form, careful not to step on the nearest sleeping Link. The letter clutched in his hands.

Only a heartbeat passed before Legend's stumbling sleeping form swayed into view. He rubbed at his eyes and yawned wide before turning his head ever so slightly. The frigid form of his successor standing in the doorway, clutching at what looked like a pice of paper, caught his gaze. Legend stopped dead, staring like - well, like a rabbit caught in torch light - startled by the sudden apparerance of an unannounced figure, but also at the paper in his hand.

"What r'you doin?" Legend mumbled, his voice low but easily conveying his annoyance. His hand was still pressed against his face as he eyed Hylue suspiciously.

"Erm, I was just, retrieving the letter you dropped," Hyrule stuttered, unable to meet Legend's gaze.

"And you just thought you'd read it while you were at it?!" Legend raised an eyebrow, dropping his hand to his hip.

"I'm sorry, curiousity got the better of me," Hyrule replied, his shoulders slumping as his ears drooped a little.

Legend reached forwards and snatched the letter out of Hyrule's hand. He scanned it quickly and some of the venom in his posture seemed to melt away.

"You read it?" He asked softly, looking at Hyrule from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, I was worried it might be urgent. But I guess that's no excuse. I'm sorry Legend." Hyrule sighed, hanging his head.

Legend let out a long sigh, but before he could say anything another pair of footsteps joined them in the hallway.

"Bun Bun?" Ravio called, in a loud horse whisper down the stairs. Hyrule tried not to snicker at the nick name.

"What?" Legend responded in an equally loud whisper.

"Are you coming back to bed?" Ravio asked.

Legend looked back at Hyrule, observing his brother's shrunken figure and his sheepish expression. Legend huffed a resigned sigh and turned his head to call back upstairs.

"I'm just going to go out and get some air. I'll be back soon. Go back to sleep Rav."

Legend and Hyrule heard Ravio close their bedroom door overhead and a moment passed between them before Legend spoke again.

"Come on, I think I really do need some air."

Hyrule followed Legend out of the cosy warmth of the house and out into the chill of the night air. Legend kept walking a short way from the house towards a well on top of a small hill. There he stopped and sat down on the well, looking back at Hyrule who came to a stop a few feet away.

"Are you okay Vet?" Hyrule asked softly. "Link?" He said a little louder when Legend didn't respond.

"Hmm, oh. I'm fine," Legend huffed, his eyes fixed on the grass at his feet.

A few fireflies were hovering around the top of the grassy hill. Hyrule watched them drifting to and fro while he thought hard about what to say next. His brother was clearly not fine, but how to probe for answers without the Vet being his usual defensive self.

"I can tell something is eating you up inside Lege. And it's just me, no one else is here right now. You know you can talk to me," Hyrule insisted, laying a hand over his heart.

"Not sure I want to talk about this Rulie," Legend responded, still not meeting Hyrule's eye.

"Okay, you might not want to talk, but it might help. I don't mind how long you want to sit out here." Hyrule insisted, as he dropped to the ground and sat cross legged in front of Legend. "We can stay out here all night if it helps. I can sit and watch the fire flies."

At this Legend looked up. He seemed to noticed the fire flies for the first time. The corners of his lips curled slightly as he watched the tiny green specks floating around in the still night air. Hyrule watched Legend for a long time, his eyes following the softly glowing bugs. Hyrule wasn't sure if Legend would actually say anything. But he hoped he would. They sat for a long time and Hyrule could feel the turmoil inside the Vet coming off of him in waves. It interrupted his natural flow of magic, his general aura felt staticky and jagged. As though it were compensating for the lump in Legend's chest. At last Legend closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"I don't want the others to know, alright?" Legend asked, fixing Hyrule with an intense stare.

"Cross my heart," Hyrule replied, making the motion with his fingers.

"It's a long story, but I think I can keep it short." Legend took another deep breath before he continued. "A few years ago Zelda was going through some old paperwork in the palace, can't remember why, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, she came across her birth certificate. She thought it was odd that it had been lost for so long, but that wasn't the only unusual thing about it. Her name wasn't the only one on the document. It turned out she had a twin. A brother. Named Link."

Hyrule's eyes went wider than Legend had ever seen them. So wide he was afraid the poor teen might loose them.

"Holy...! Wow!"

"Yeah, that was kind of my reaction. Though with more swearing. Anyway, we learned from Impa that Zelda and I had been separated at birth to protect us from the prophecy that Ganon would return. She got to live a life of luxury and safety, while I was adopted by a simple family to live a life on the margins. I was so..."

Legend stopped, squeezing his eyes shut and balling up his fists in his lap.

"It's okay," Hyrule uttered, reaching forward to lay a hand on Legend's fist. "You don't have to keep talking if you don't want to."

"No, I, I think I need to get this off my chest." Legend said, shaking his head as the beginning of tears began to well in his eyes. "Ever since we found out, Zelda's tried so hard to reach out and make me feel wanted. I think she's trying her best not to feel guilty. Not that she has anything to be guilty for. None of it is her fault, we were both infants when we were separated. But I don't think I've helped how she's feeling. She was always supportive of my relationship with Rav. After we found out we were siblings, she offered to buy us a bigger house. I mean, I just couldn't imagine living anywhere else. I know Rav would love it, but he'd just fill it with junk."

Hyrule nodded, if their current living situation was anything to go by, a larger house would definitely be filled with trinkets and items collected by his cleptomaniac friend and his boyfriend. Hyrule felt his heart strings being tugged as Legend drew in a slightly rattled breath.

"I don't blame Zelda for any of it. But whenever I see her I... I'm just reminded that her parents chose her over me. I can't even bring myself to call them my parents. They were never there for me the way they were for her. Ravio says it's not important where I came from as long as I'm happy where I am now. And I am happy. I almost wish Zelda hadn't found out." Legend flicked his eyes in Hyrule's direction, then straightened his posture. "Anyway, that's the nonsense I've been dealing with. Told you it wasn't important."

"Legend," Hyrule sighed. "It's not unimportant. Anything that has the power to make you feel this way can't just be ignored. You may not want to acknowledge Zelda's parents as your own. But you're right when you say you shouldn't blame her. And look at it this way, you now have a sister. A sister you already had a bond with. Isn't that a good thing?"

"But I can hardly bring myself to see her. And I know it's upsetting her and I never wanted to do that. Ahhh, it's all so messed up!"

Legend dropped his head into his hands, and Hyrule shuffled forwards on his knees to lay a hand on the Vet's shoulder.

"It is messed up. You're right. It sounds like your parents did what they thought was best to protect you. But that doesn't mean they were right. You don't have to forgive them. But I think you need to try hard to forgive Zelda. I'm sure she feels just as betrayed as you do and you ignoring her is only going to hurt her even more."

"Yeah," Legend sniffed, a few tears rolling down his cheek. "I know I should go and talk to her. I'm just, I'm just angry and afraid."

"Have you told Ravio about how all of this has made you feel?"

"Not really," Legend shook his head. "He was too excited to have a Prince as a boyfriend. I didn't want to burden him."

"If I know anything about Ravio and how much he loves you, I'm sure he would want to know how you're feeling. And Zelda too." Hyrule insisted, trying to catch Legend's eye and fix him with a stare.

"You think?" Legend asked weakly, wiping away some tears with the back of his sleeve.

"Think? I know. From what I've seen your Zelda is so sweet and understanding. And Ravio would do anything for you. You have people here who love you Lege. You just need to trust them and open yourself up a little bit to that love. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by how good that can feel."

Silence feel between them while Legend considered Hyrule's advice. The teen was right, and annoyingly wise for his age. Legend's stubbornness had finally got the better of him. It was holding him back. It was keeping the people he loved most at arms length. Of course he trusted Zelda and Rav. More than anyone. Trusting his brothers was different, he knew they had his back, but Ravio and Zelda had his best interests at heart.

"Thanks Rulie," Legend sighed, allowing his shoulders to relax. Hyrule smiled at the tension leaving Legend's body. "I, I think this helped."

"You're very welcome. If you ever feel like you need to talk about something, I'm right here ready to listen."

"Thanks brother. I think, I think I'm ready to see Zelda now," Legend said, slowly assuring himself.

"That's great," Hyrule smiled warmly. "And however you want your relationship with her to be, I'm sure she'll understand."

"Yeah, she's pretty great like that."

"I know you're not one for physical contact but, can I give you a hug Lege?"

Legend hesitated for a moment, but he soon nodded. Hyrule stood up and closed the distance between them. He carefully wrapped his arms around the older boy and pulled him into a soft embrace. Hyrule rested his chin on Legend's head and held him for as long as he felt comfortable. To his surprise he felt Legend's arms squeeze him around the middle for a moment. When he let go, so did Hyrule.

"Thanks Rulie," Legend uttered, wiping more tears from his face.

"It's okay, your highness," Hyrule attempted to tease. Earning him a scowl from the Vet, which odly felt more comforting to him than the hug.

#legend of zelda #link #fanfic #fandoms #the legend of zelda #linked universe #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu chain #ravioli ship #raviolink #ravio x link #asks open #ask response #ask blog #zelda fanfiction #zelda fluff

[rhinexstone]

Snw spoilers about SPIRK

The CHESS GGAAAAAAMMME

Spock playing the game so fast with Chapel struggling to keep up, while they literally talk about Spock wanting to make their relationship official while Chapel clearly struggles with commitment and giving up/showing emotional territory

I can’t help but KNOW this is where their conflict will always be rooted, that Chapel is slow to fall in love, and so she’ll turn down Spock too late, too painfully late, and by the time we get to TOS he’s going to be hurt by her but she’s still falling in love and her past actions kill her

BACK TO THE MOMENT

THEM NOT BEING ABLE TO MATCH PACE WITH KIRK LITERALLY WATCHING FROM AFAR, LURKING AND BEING DEEPLY INVESTED IN THE GAME AND STRATEGY

Kirk then IMMEDIATELY telling the first person who sits next to him about their game, that he’s know EXACTLY what to do. He can not only keep pace with Spock, but maybe even beat him, something that would prove to be difficult. They move at the same, rapid pace. Because they’re both deeply feeling beings and when they feel it’s with their whole body and essence, and with neither pumping the brakes it’s inevitable that they become entwined. And because it’s them, because it’s fucking kirk and spock, they never face any need to let go

#star trek #spock #jim kirk #James t Kirk #commander spock #spirk #snw #Star Trek snw #strange new worlds

[solisaureus]

will is not unreasonable for repeatedly saying things like he could never live in the underworld and he doesn’t understand how life thrives down there. please consider:

like every other person on earth Will was taught that plants need sunlight to grow so it confuses him when he sees that contradicted. he’s also got a little bit of a scientific mind (eg. wondering how the regeneration blisters could be used for healing applications) so of course he’s curious about how that works

Persephone takes one look at Will and says she can see he misses the sun and she does too and it took time for her to adjust to the darkness

Will has a sun therapy light because he gets depressed when the sun is weak. He is struggling with that the whole time he is underground

Menoetes said “i don’t know what you’re doing down here” to Will’s face after learning he’s a son of Apollo. even Underworld residents who love living there don’t get why a son of Apollo would ever be there

being in the Underworld too long was literally opening gashes in his skin. And plenty of other features in the Underworld were causing him physical harm and extreme emotional distress. At this point it’s not even a matter of attitude, he physically could not live in the Underworld

even Nico acknowledges that it might be hard for Will to revise his impression of the Underworld when the literal second he set foot in it he was overrun by his worst nightmares

yes, clearly it bothered Nico that Will had a negative outlook on life in the Underworld. But how many times did he pointedly NOT voice the way Will’s attitude was bothering him, instead choosing to simmer in avoidable resentment? There is a lesson here that I feel is getting lost. Nico can’t expect Will to magically be more sensitive about something he didn’t know was bothering Nico. The guy is a loving boyfriend but he’s not a mind reader.

Plus as much as Will’s words bothered Nico, it was clear that Nico wasn’t being thoughtful enough of Will’s feelings either. There’s a part where Nico gets frustrated with Will (wherein he again did not open up to him about what was bothering him) and freaking walked away from him while Will was seriously injured.

They BOTH messed up. AND, they both had understandable reasons for acting the way they did. Their conflict was super sympathetic and relatable — they weren’t antagonizing each other, they were navigating the inevitable friction that arises when two people from different walks of life get close to each other.

The sign of a healthy relationship isn’t a complete lack of conflict and misunderstandings. It’s how those misunderstandings are resolved — they apologized to each other and continually made the effort to meet each other where they were at and provide support in the way that was most needed. This book provides a great model of one of the hardest things on earth, which is resolving tangled relationship conflicts. And i love it for that 🩵

#robin text #tsats spoilers

[yourhighness6]

NATLA Episode 2 Debrief (by yours truly)

Hi again! Here's episode 1 if anyone is interested. This is going to be another outrageously long post, just a tw

I absolutely loved the ominous start and then it's just:

They really captured the Zuko/Iroh dynamic the cartoon had in this scene. I hope they keep this sort of thing throughout the show. Also, side note, but for whatever reason Zuko seems a LOT more violent in this version. This child needs some serious therapy.

I guess this is their version of the map joke, huh? Low-key disappointed but not as mad as I thought I would be.

I'm not sure how I feel about the writers prolonging some of the conflicts that were resolved back in the SWT into this episode. I guess it makes sense that they would have to extend the drama, but I'm a little disappointed these thoughts didn't make it into the first episode. I'm glad they're included, but I think at this point team avatar had started to feel like family already in the cartoon, so it's kind of annoying and misses the mark a bit.

Yes I'm so glad they put GranGran's blessing back in! I was really mad when they took it out, but this honestly feels more meaningful than it did in the cartoon. It's a precious cultural artifact rather than just a couple of blankets. This is similar to what I was mad about with extending SWT conflicts, but I don't have nearly as much of a problem with it, as it seems like they're carrying a little piece of home with them rather than just extra drama.

The burial scene was very sweet and sad. It gave us a bit more insight into Air Nomad culture, and a sense of closure the cartoon didn't really give us. A+ for Gordon's acting as well (he is perfect for this part, even if he does still need some more acting experience)

Zuko has officially mastered the "my uncle dragged me here and I'm an agnsty teenager" face. A+ to Dallas for this entire scene. I am absolutely LOVING the Iroh and Zuko dynamic. Never change (jk I wish you a wonderful redemption arc)

Suki looks just as beautiful as she did in the trailer. Unfortunately can't say the same for the Kyoshi statue (I wish it had been made out of wood), but there is something to be said for the little shrines to the avatars instead of a few big ones. I actually kind of like that they changed that element, and I hope they explore it more in future episodes, because I assume some of the spiritualism surrounding them would have to be changed. Side note: but I've seen nothing of the spirit world so far and I'm getting a little nervous. I guess I wouldn't mind if they decided it was some long-lost avatar trick or is introduced in the NWT, but if they get rid of it altogether I'm gonna be pissed.

I'm glad they decided to make Kyoshi Island a matriarchal society instead of having a male leader. It just makes sense based on the lore and I like to see more strong adult women than in the cartoon. Also Suki got a mom! Maybe she'll get some development too!

This Aang speech was very in-your-face storytelling, but I feel like the whole show is gonna be like that so I'm just accepting it at this point. I think it stayed true to his character while getting the point across, and it also kind of helped his character compared to the cartoon. He's very emotionally open and has a charming nativity about him, but he's clearly trying to help. Loved it.

He's so awkward I love it. This whole interaction was really cool, because it expanded on their relationship in a cool way. They're both struggling between doing what their parents expect of them to help their respective villages, but are being faced with a pull to the outside world, Suki with her "big heart" and Sokka with his need to protect Katara. Thishonestly gives more depth to their relationship and I don't mind the writers dragging out first episode conflicts if this is how they're choosing to explore them.

Aww look at these cute little siblings. I like that the writers are giving them more time to progress from strangers to besties. Their interactions seem more natural, and Aang's grief more realistic. It's also great to once again see Katara growing more confident and powerful in her abilities. I love the smell of some good character development in the making.

Look at her face! She's like,"I'm so good at flirting. Mother would be proud." Meanwhile Sokka's scared of her. Anyway I'm living for their scenes and they're making me giggle. (Despite Sokka's sexism being toned down it still exists to a lesser level and I love to see her beating his ass while he tries to flex)

I love the new subplot! I love that flashback! I love this conflict! It gives more credence to his fears as a prodigy. Whatever writer came up with this deserves a hug.

AHH the ship is sailing! I love Sokka learning to be more open minded! I love Suki learning to be more open-hearted! I love when characters in romantic relationships learn from each other! This is giving Suki and Sokka development in ways the cartoon did not without trying to play Sokka's sexism off as a joke and also giving us more screentime and when I say I love it I mean I am doing a happy dance right now!

Okay, so just a quick word on shipping besides Sukka because as Zutara trash I am legally required to do this:

It seems like they are keeping the zutara hope parallel intact, with Katara and Zuko both finding hope in the avatar but in different ways. However, I don't think this really changes anything. So far, there's beven nothing to suggest they're going with ZK instead of KA, and I'm a little worried that they're trying to parallel Sukka and KA wwith the way they're setting up both girls as kind of a "teacher" to the boys in a way and giving both ships a huge amount of screentime in the same episode. Also, and I hate to say this, they might be attempting to fix KA by toning down Katara's anger and her "dark side". She didn't get angry to break the iceberg and they're eliminating her entire waterbending scroll plotline. They're trying to make them a better match for each other by watering her down and therefore increasing her connection with Aang and decreasing the chance of a future connection with Zuko over their anger and shared trauma. It's sad news that I didn't want to deliver, and I've seen spoilers that there is another ZK moment later down the line, but at this point, I think KA is a lot more plausible than ZK. *cries*

In slightly less depressing news, they're inserting the avatar state plotline a lot earlier. This makes sense with the condensed timeline, and I think I like the way they're going with it so far. I hope they keep the concept of avatar guide intact, though, and I'm worried that they're going to play into more of a connection to all of his past lives instead of just Roku. I kind of hate Roku but I do think that's a major concept I don't want them to get rid of, and his inaction during a time of adversity mirror's Aang's own challenges with confrontation. Their dynamic is a good one, and I wouldn't be opposed to changed but I really hope they don't entirely throw it out.

Scratch whatever the fuck I said before. I'm back on my shipping bullshit I can't believe we got a BONUS FIGHT! Also kudos to whoever decided Zhao should burn the village instead of Zuko. I was always so pissed at him whenever I rewatched this episode and now I can sleep easy knowing it was that military dipshit instead of him

I love Kyoshi to an unhealthy extent but I kind of wish Katara had been the one to go off on him. It would have seriously fixed things.

COUPLES THAT FIGHT TOGETHER ARE THE BEST COUPLES CHANGE MY MIND

Also, side note, but I love the hair these in fight scenes:

Most action movies hairspray the shit out of them but these actors are allowed to look a little disheveled while they kick ass. Huge thank you to whoever decided that more natural hair is superior cuz they are 100% correct

THE BONUS FIGHT SCENE IS NO LONGER COOL I REPEAT THE BONUS FIGHT SCENE IS NO LONGER COOL

I think this was the perfect conclusion to Sukka (for now)! Sokka learned something so much more valuable and impactful than in the cartoon, in my opinion. His masculinity is handled very well in my opinion, and even if I would have liked to see him wear the warrior outfit, there's something really great about the way he continues to embrace protectiveness, a masculine trait, while having rid himself of toxic masculinity, such as not being able to learn from others. He's leaving a more open minded and humble person and I love the way they portrayed it.

Okay the speech was a little on the nose but I liked it. One of the best things about ATLA was the way they executed Aang's childishness ending up beneficial for the world. I think the new conflict is expanding on that nicely while staying true to its roots. *pats writers on the head*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS REAL I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO THINK ABOUT THIS LINE AND HOW IT COULD BE ANOTHER PARALLEL TO K/A I HATE IT BUT I LOVE IT AT THE SAME TIME LETS JUST FOCUS ON SUKI SAYING SOKKA HELPED HER AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also the fan was so cute. That last scene on Appa really wrapped everything up nicely. I like the way they tied in the conflicts between the siblings while engineering growth for Sokka.

Daniel Kim delivered in his two seconds of screentime. Zhao was such a bitch but idk what else I expected. Can't wait to see more of these two bastards in future!

Anyway, to recap:, things I did like:

Aang's new conflicts

Sokka's mini arc

SUKKA

Expanding on Katara's PTSD

Zhao burning the town instead of Zuko

Zuko and Iroh's dynamic

Things I didn't like:

Katara's characterization

Lack of Aang's actual avatar guide

K/A hints and lack of zutara implications

Postponing the Zhao and Zuko agni Kai

Overall, I have to say I think that they're playing into the core themes very well while expanding on the characters. If it weren't for the whole Katara debacle this would be a 9/10 episode, but with the Katara debacle imma give it a 7/10. Still, I can at least understand why the writers made their crappy decisions, even if I don't agree with them. Hopefully certain things are fixed in future episodes, but as it stands I think I'll live (barely)

#natla debrief #emmie babbles #zutara #sukka #aang #sokka #suki #zuko #katara #avatar the last airbender #natla episode 2

[qawcamiz]

scaramouche being jealous? 😁

Are you... jealous?

SFW : gn!reader, fluff, jealousy, no proofread (SORRY)

a/n : This has been in my inbox for a while now 😭 I didn't know how I'd begin the process (my struggle everyday)

Scaramouche never quits teasing you, He’s a pang in your ass that’s for sure, there's no denying that he is and you can’t stop him no matter how much you would like to because that would be accepting defeat in the face of his endless mockery. You're used to it now though, and so is he.

you have gotten good at shrugging off his remarks when they're provided with enough irony to make you crack up rather than cry or maybe even punch him in the arm for being rude like what happened before but you don't want to do that and risk getting yourself thrown in an infirmary so instead you shrug him off every time and try not to let it get under your skin. You've long since come to let in that you'll never understand his humor, but still, he can be aggravating sometimes, but this time, you let your eyes drift towards where he is standing at the counter, ordering you a coffee from that one barista who always manages to beam sweetly at him while taking down his order that somehow made you feel nauseous to your stomach whenever you saw it.

"Oh,"

On the other hand, Scaramouche wasn't even paying attention to the barista who kept on flirting with him as if she was giving her whole soul to him in order to seduce him, somewhat, he had a misbehaving flash in his indigo eyes as he keeps an eye on a guy approaching you with a big grin on their face. It was an unreadable expression, which was odd because Scaramouche knew how to read people well and clearly and the way the guy approached you was way too casual for someone who was about to start hitting on you.

He quickly paid for the beverage and made his way across the room, stopping right next to the two of you without cautioning you about it. "Oh? Am I interrupting something?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with a little amused grimace tugging at the corner of his lips. His voice was low and rough, which made you realize that he must use some kind of throat tonic since his voice sounded slightly hoarse.

"Uh, can't you see I'm busy trying to talk to them?" he snapped at Scaramouche with annoyance lacing his tone. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans and even when Scaramouche looked unbothered, you could sense a slight tension increasing in his body. The guy was irritated by him, and you knew it was just the calm facade he put on.

Scaramouche gave you the same mischievous look he had just a moment ago, "Oh I don't know about that. Look at them, I think they like me." he said as he grabbed your chin, gently raising your gaze to meet his indigo eyes. You had to look away when you felt the heat of those eyes on yours, embarrassed. Your cheeks felt warm when he spoke again, "Besides, We're currently occupied, and I wouldn't appreciate others attempting to distract our plans ahead." he added in a low whisper that only you could hear while brushing a thumb over your cheekbone.

The guy felt awkward enough that he didn't have anything else to say after that, he looked conflicted between wanting to leave and staying near you to keep an eye on Scaramouche and avoid making things weird. Eventually, He thanked you and turned around abruptly, and marched out of the cafe without sparing another glance toward either of you. Scaramouche watched him go and then quickly removed his thumb from your cheekbone, letting your skin go back to its usual temperature.

You blinked at him in confusion, "What's that for? The guy was just—"

"They were flirting with you, y/n," he told you simply, a little snicker sneaking up behind his words before he went completely silent. Scaramouche was glaring at his mug as he took a sip, his shoulders stiffened almost bitterly, probably to hide any signs of emotion, which made you curious as to why he was suddenly behaving this way, his eyes darted up towards yours before lowering his gaze back onto his drink, muttering quietly, "It was obvious."

You furrowed your brows and were a little scared before realization dawned on you, feeling the corners of your mouth turning up into a knowing smirk as you leaned against your chair and crossed your arms on top of your chest, "Pfft... Jealous, huh? I never thought I would get to witness that side of you, Not like I'm complaining, The sight of you looking jealous is quite funny..." you commented with a chuckle as you shook your head fondly, amused.

When he shot you a glare, you couldn't stop laughing anymore, your shoulders shaking as you tried to breathe through your laughter. "So what if I'm jealous?" he glared at you in response and you could tell he was pissed now but it only made you chuckle more, he was just too adorable, and it was so easy to pick on him, especially now that you finally got to do so.

"There's no need to be jealous. He was just asking for paths because he was going to meet his boyfriend and he's new here, so he's not familiar with the city yet."

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact wanderer #genshin impact kunikuzushi #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #genshin wanderer #genshin kunikuzushi #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #wanderer fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabble

[missycolorful]

Chayanne is, put in the simplest of terms, a lot like his father, q!Philza. And one of their shared traits, unfortunately, is that they struggle with processing their emotions. Chayanne has stated before that he's not great at talking about his feelings. Whereas Tallulah has no problem opening up about what she's going through.

Chayanne doesn't feel comfortable doing so. He hasn't openly talked about this sad, depressing feeling that losing q!Tubbo has caused. It's more so shown in the way he clings to q!Missa's bed (aka the father with quite a bit more emotional intelligence), the way he sat around a lot today, not really expressing much excitement. And he's also not being open about it because he's probably afraid to. Given all his family is going through--all the trauma, all the danger, everything--he doesn't want to pile more onto their plate. This line of thinking is wrong, of course, but he's a kid, he's not aware of that. So he keeps it all locked inside, because he doesn't know what to do with it otherwise.

And in turn, Phil isn't all that great at reading people's emotions, their body language, et cetra. It takes a direct approach to get him to realize something's wrong. He greatly benefits from Tallulah being so open with him. And when Chayanne and Tallulah had a big argument, which sparked after a long period of issues they were both going through internally, he stated that he had no idea what they were going through, and that he felt awful for not seeing it. Once he saw things clearly, he set out to do what he could to help mend things.

But that's only because he was able to see/hear the problem before his very eyes. If someone doesn't say what they're feeling to his face, Phil will likely have a hard time seeing it. Maybe he'll see signs, but it won't click for him just how serious it is. If Chayanne isn't comfortable with talking about feeling depressed over losing Tubbo, Phil is going to struggle with putting the pieces together in order to try and comfort his son. They won't be able to work things out, and come together during a rough time in their lives.

Given the way they both struggle to process emotions and feelings, with Chayanne who isn't good at talking about his feelings, and with Philza who isn't great at reading people's feelings unless they're direct about it, these issues clash significantly. It causes the conflict to prolong itself. It causes feelings to build up, to not to be let out.

But this doesn't mean this family doesn't care for and love one another. This doesn't Philza doesn't care. This doesn't mean he's a bad person. This doesn't mean either of them are bad or in the wrong or anything. This is just a family going through a lot, and having a difficult time coming together during it because there's this clash in how they handle their trauma/emotions.

It also literally just means communication is the key to resolving things. But these internal obstacles they endure get in the way of them coming to that solution with ease. Communication may only come if Phil finally catches onto one of the signs, or if Chayanne finally lets it all out, or maybe there's an outside force that brings it to light. But as I said, it has happened before, so it will happen again in time. Because this family loves each other so damn much, and they would do anything for each other. They'll get there :)

#qsmp #philza #chayanne #qsmp meta #missy rambles #writing this before i see posts about how 'durrr qphil doesn't care about his kids' like damn #imagine telling someone who struggles to understand people's emotions that they don't care couldn't be me

[imagine-silk]

Fallout Guys reacting to their crush Sole who has been traveling with them for awhile, and know each other like two peas in a pod, suddenly saying that they'll need to part ways for a little bit as there's something that they have to face alone. They promise they'll be back as soon as they find what they're looking for. A week passes and they return with a couple of items they picked up and gifts them as they apologize for leaving but they needed time to process. When they ask what they're trying to process, Sole says, "That I'm allowed to love you." As it turns out, they liked him too but was struggling with what their late spouse would think. Ultimately they decided that they'd want them to be happy.

》Ooh, I love this. Also, looking down the list I think they would feel conflicted about it as well. Extremely my shit.

【Danse】 "Are you sure?"

There is a certain self-loathing he has after Blind Betrayal that leaves him lost. Through all of it you pushed him better footing and he was doing so well. Then you dropped that on him. It takes a conversation to teach him it's also okay for him.

【Deacon】 "Of course it is. Have you seen me?"

Like always, he hides behind false bravado. He panics and tries to shift the focus to the idea you were bound to fall in love with his dashing rogue persona. Of course that doesn't work when he sees your face, like you're about to cry.

【Hancock】 "Took you long enough."

He had absolutely no idea you felt the same and he himself was feeling insecure about staying by your side with his love. You lost your spouse and here he was wanting that from you. But now that you told him you do as well he's over the moon.

【MacCready】 "Then I guess I am too."

He was in the same boat. Lucy only died a few years back, and to you Nate/Nora died less than a year ago. He was so caught up in figuring out if it was appropriate to love you he missed very obvious signs you were throwing.

【Nick】 "Lucky me."

He didn't particularly grieve Jenny, not in the way you grieved Nate/Nora, didn't have the direction to. He never thought to consider Jenny's feelings in his life. Somehow that made him feel better. You wanted him, and he wasn't the man from 200 years ago. You weren't a haunting shadow or clearly mistaken.

【Preston】 "I'm sure he/she would want you to be happy."

The idea of your late spouse made him feel conflicted from the start. You didn't seem to want to let go so he left it alone and refrained from asking. Because of that this came at him from a bit of left field. But who was he to say what they would feel about it or how you should handle it.

【X6-88】 "I see."

He did not see. To be blunt, Nate/Nora was dead, their permission was not needed. Even if they were alive you could ignore their wishes. Who would say no to you? Not him. But for you he'll sugarcoat it. It's not like he dislikes the news it comes with.

#ask and you shall receive #fallout 4 #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #companions react #gender neutral reader #danse #deacon fo4 #hancock #maccready #nick valentine #preston garvey #x6 88

[aceandersonn]

All for you, Sweetheart-Oneshot

Main Masterlist

(Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader OneShot)

3rd person(POV)

Word Count: 799

Warning(s): some curse words, very angst-y, mentions of Order 66, non-canon details, fluffy ending

***

The hallways of the Jedi Temple were dead silent, which was unusual for a Saturday morning. Usually, many people hustle around at this time to get to the cafeteria where they can get a weekly serving of pancakes. Which of course, confused Y/N a lot when she arrived back at the temple, to empty halls.

She had just arrived back from a week-long mission; one of her firsts, actually without her Master. 

She left the hangar bay and began to tread down the hallways of the temple to get to the main area of the building.

That’s when she saw it-bodies.

Everywhere.

“What the fuck?” She gasped at the sight. 

Younglings, Padawans, the children of the temple, were spread out everywhere along the floors of the enormous room. Near them, their Masters, died attempting to protect them, only to fail.

“Oh my gosh, Master!” She choked on her air when she spotted a familiar lightsaber laying on the ground near her feet. She ran over to her Master and sat down next to them, and laid their head on her lap. Her eyes became glassy and tears started to fall slowly down her face.

“Oh, Master. Who did this to you?” She whispered. Tears began to fall more frequently. Her sorrow began to black out all other senses around her; she didn’t feel him.

“I did it.” 

She turned around and met his gaze. The eyes of her best friend. Her secret lover. Him. Anakin Skywalker. His eyes looked conflicted and had some unnatural colours swirling around in his once sapphire blue eyes. His hair was matted and stuck to his face. Never once had she seen him so vulnerable–so weakened and troubled.

“A-Ani?” She gasped. She stood up from the ground and began to take small steps back.

“Hello, Sweetheart.” He whispered gently. He reached out to her but she moved away.

“What do you mean by ‘I did it?’ Did you kill everyone? All the Padawans-the children?!” Her voice cracked at the end and more tears fell down her cheeks. Anakin’s words were caught in his throat at the sight. Never has he ever seen her so depressed in his entire life knowing her.

“I-” he hesitated between his words. He looked up to meet her gaze and swallowed visibly. Tears also began to fall down his cheeks and she gazed at him with her mouth agape.

“I have no excuse for the things I did. I was used when I was the weakest–he promised me, but it still ended up twisted in the end.” 

“Who? Who used you, Ani?” She asked, stepping closer to place a hand on his cheek. Tears fell from both of their eyes, and she used her thumb to swipe them away from his cheek.

“I-I can’t, and I know what I’m about to tell you will make you hate me for the rest of your life.” The words fell from his lips, struggling to tell the words clearly.

Her lip began to quiver- could she ever forgive him? Yes, she could. It may take a long time but he will make up for it.

“Anakin Skywalker, I know that you’re not the type of person to suddenly go around in a building and kill everyone in sight without something forcing you to it.” She placed her other hand on his cheek. “Please, tell me. I want to help you.” She whispered.

Anakin sighed heavily and moved her hands from his face.

“Palpatine. He promised me that if I did his bidding he’d protect everyone I love and care for.” He breathed in heavily and his dreary eyes met her glassy ones. 

“I was part of his plan.” He continued shakily.“He manipulated me and used the things I cared for the most against me. It isn’t fair. Now I must face the consequences of my actions. I deserve to die.”

“No, Anakin. No one deserves to die. Especially not you.” She stopped him. Her hands found his hands and she squeezed them lightly.

“Y/N, I did something unforgettable, how can you say that?” He choked as more tears began to escape his eyes.

“Because, Anakin.” She placed her forehead against his. “I know you did it all for me. To protect me. And I will never be mad at someone for protecting their loved ones. It’ll take time, but I know you will make up for it one day.” 

He inhaled deeply before he closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. His eyes fluttered open and met her gaze.

Love, sympathy, and understanding filled them.

“Yes, I did it all for you, Sweetheart."

#star wars #star wars fic #star wars x reader #anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin x y/n #x reader #x y/n #hayden christensen #fanfic #angst #fluff #Order 66

[allieinarden]

Been thinking on how Maggie would technically still be a brand new member of the Simpson family if the timeline wasn't however many seasons long. Don't know what to do with those thoughts but I have been having them.

I’m so glad you brought this up because it happens to be something I think about continuously. I need everybody to embrace my theory of The Simpsons where the family having an unexpected brand-new member is fundamental to all of the characters as we’re currently (constantly) perceiving them:

Marge’s difficulties with her, up to this point, uneventful marriage (tempted to have an affair a few episodes in!) are the result of all her hormones still resettling combined with the stress of the pregnancy itself where Homer struggled to come to terms with the fact that he had to go back to his old job, and wasn’t very emotionally supportive as a result. As her older two children grow up, she’s gaining a sense of her identity outside of motherhood, while the new baby is simultaneously tying her more closely to the heart of her home than ever. She’s both more rooted and more unsettled than she’s ever been before and that conflict is reflected in her episodes.

In the episode “Lisa the Simpson” we’re told that Bart was a good student when he was in Lisa’s year, before his grades took a rapid dive from which they never recovered. The episode attributes this to a “Simpson gene” which makes all the male members of the Simpson family lose their intelligence at the age of eight. I have not lost my intelligence and think it’s very obvious that Bart is still trying to recover from all the aforementioned sources of stress that would have occurred right around that exact point in time. He faced some upheaval shortly before we met him and the Bart we know now is still trying to get his head above water.

Lisa tends to feel neglected and overlooked, identifies herself with her intelligence to the point where she has an identity crisis any time she’s not the smartest person in the room, and is constantly embarking on socially disruptive moral crusades. All of the above are clearly the actions of a child who was the baby of the family for most of her life and is now actively engaged in determining her value beyond that designation.

And finally, Homer’s contribution to his family up to this point has been completely based on his role as the provider, having spent the better part of the past decade since he and his high school sweetheart had that accidental pregnancy paying off the family’s debts and looking forward to the time when he had definitively done right by them and could transition to a lower-paying job without worry. Instead, the presence of yet another unexpected baby and his transition to the role of safety inspector have forced him to an awareness of the fact that his responsibility is ongoing, that his other two children—at ages eight and ten—aren’t babies anymore, that it’s no longer going to be enough to clock in every day to provide for them and then clock out and nurse a well-earned beer, that they now need him in a way they didn’t before and that leaving all the parenting to Marge is no longer going to be enough. I think that this reflects a reality of life for many working parents whose primary duty hasn’t been at home, until suddenly their home starts to demand them. That’s why The Simpsons doesn’t take place in 1989 or 2024 or any year in between, it takes place in the year that Homer Simpson becomes a father.

#The Simpsons #awesomebutunpractical #TLDR Maggie is the catalyst for the entire series as we know it and everything that happens in it and all the characters being who they are #She’s the reason we’re looking at them at THIS point in their lives and not at any other

[ghostofskywalker]

hiii Lucy Gray anon, since our lovely Peeta took that prompt maybe "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?

of course, i love this prompt for her!! and since you were next on my list, here it is :) it went a little angstier than i had originally planned, i hope that's okay!

Moving Forward, Together

words: 888

summary: when your girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night, you two have a conversation about her past, and she attempts to teach you a skill for the future.

flower and meaning: poppy || remembering the fallen of wars and armed conflicts - this is also going to fill my november prompt for the @yearofcreation2023

lucy gray baird masterlist || year of flowers masterlist

It took a while for Lucy Gray to open up about her experience in the Hunger Games, and you never pushed her to talk about things she didn’t want to. You couldn’t even imagine what experiencing that must have been like for her, but you could clearly see it continuing to affect her life, even as far away from Panem as you were right now, having taken the chance to run away together the first moment it came. 

On particularly rough days for her, you tried to help in any way you could, but you often felt powerless, especially when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night. You wept along with her most of the time, offering your comforting touch to her in any way she might want it. Sometimes she would even ask you to sing for her, though your voice was in no way as beautiful as hers. 

When Lucy Gray woke up crying this time, you immediately wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer to you, placing soft kisses on her forehead and she shivered slightly from the sobs. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Usually, she would shake her head and that would be the end of the conversation, but you always wanted to make sure you gave her the chance if she wanted to continue. 

And it seemed that this time, she did want to talk. “I can’t stop seeing their faces,” she said, her voice shaking almost as much as her body was. “Jessup, Reaper, Lamina, Dill, Coral, Mizzen,” she said, rattling off the names of her fellow victims, those who were taken from their homes and their families and forced to publicly fight to their deaths in order to satiate the Capitol’s sadistic power fantasy.

Unsure of what to say, you only hugged her tighter, and she sucked in shaky breaths before continuing. “I don’t want to forget them, because that’s what the Capitol wants. But I can’t stop seeing them as if they were attacking me.” 

Tears began to slip down your face at her words, and even though you had never lived this particular trauma, you could understand her struggle. “It’s perfectly okay to want to forget the version of them you met in the arena,” you said gently. “No one blames you for that.” 

“I know, I just-” 

“Lucy Gray,” you said, cutting her off. “You are the strongest and bravest person I’ve ever met, and just the fact that you want to remember those who tried to kill you shows how compassionate and kind you are. You and I both know that their attitudes were a result of the brutal treatment and sick game the Capitol was playing, and I think that they would much rather us remember them as people who loved more than they hated.” 

She nodding, pulling away from you to get out of bed. “Can we talk about something else right now?” 

You could only imagine the toll this conversation must have taken on her, so you immediately nodded and reached out to take her hand. “Of course.” 

“Can you dance with me?” 

The new topic of conversation was not exactly unpleasant or unwelcome for you, but it also forced you to contend with something that you had never admitted before. “Oh,” you said softly, and she looked at you with a confused expression. “I don’t really know how to dance.” 

And it was true. You had met Lucy Gray in the middle of the woods, and although you knew that she and her family often performed at some of the dance halls in District 12, you had never been to one. All the time you spent with (before running away together) had been with the rest of the Coveys in the cabin or the lake, and in the middle of the woods as you rested on the soft patches of earth.

She looked shocked at your admission, but it wasn’t long before a smile began to spread across her face. “Well, it’s never too late to learn, if you’d like to,” she said, holding out a hand for you to take. 

When you took her hand and let you lead you through a (rather clumsy) waltz, it didn’t even matter that you felt completely out of your element. You could see some of the tension and worry evaporate from Lucy Gray’s face, and it was soon replaced with a look of concentration as she tried to explain to you both the steps of the waltz and then a simple line dance, which you were equally terrible at. Soon, the heavy atmosphere that had filled the room was gone, and the sound of bright laughter took its place. 

“You really are a terrible dancer!” she said, after you stepped on her foot for about the twelfth time. 

You laughed. “Am I the worst you’ve ever seen?”  

“Absolutely!” she shouted, leaning in to steal a kiss before bursting out into laughter. “But that’s okay, I still love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

The frightening memories and persistent troubles that Lucy Gray felt would never truly go away, you knew that. But you hoped that with moments like these, you would be able to help make them a little less haunting.  

- the end -

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#winterficlets23 #lucy gray baird #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x gender neutral reader #lucy gray baird x you #the hunger games x reader #this one gets an image for consistency with the rest of my yotc works!!

[kidstemplatte]

shattered pt. 2

pairing: terzo/ fem! reader summary: terzo seeks help for his struggles with addiction. warnings: alcohol, drugs, addiction this is a sequel to this fanfiction i wrote. message at the end as usual. please enjoy. ♡

He didn’t remember.

You wished you didn’t.

The morning after your violent dispute with Terzo, you woke up on the couch feeling nearly as sick as he had been been waking up recently. You were so exhausted from the night before that you didn't bother to clean up the absolute wreck he had caused. But to your surprise, there was no glass on the floor, no staining from the liquid on the hardwood. The items that Terzo had carelessly thrown out of the drawers and shelves during his were placed neatly where they belonged. For a moment you wondered if it was all a fever dream. Until you saw all the bottles of liquor on the counter were missing and were snapped back to reality.

You opened your phone and checked the time: 11:37 am. Much later than you usually slept in. There were no messages from Terzo, which you had conflicting feelings about. You decided to go find him, assuming he was still in the bedroom. You entered your shared room carefully, but did not see your husband, rather than a large suitcase sitting by the closet.

Where was he going?

After getting dressed and dragging yourself through your daily routine, you decided to gather up some courage and look for him. When you opened his office door, you were not only faced with your husband sitting with his head in his hands at desk, but a sea of familiar faces surrounding him. Sister Imperator and his brothers, Primo, Secondo, and the new Papa: Copia.

Terzo looked a mess. Clearly last night was one of the worst nights he’d had, if not the worst. His hair was disheveled, he was free of makeup, the bags under his eyes were heavy and nearly a scarlet color.

The room became silent when they caught sight of you anxiously standing in the doorway. Sister Imperator gestured for you to come in, politely stepping aside to make room for you by his desk.

“What… what happened?” he wearily croaked, looking up at you. “They… they can hear.” he stammered.

Wow. Terzo was really trying to take accountability for things he didn’t even know he had done. That was a bold but needed and heartfelt move.

“Um…” you mumbled. “How much should I say?”

“Everything.” Terzo weakly responded, not even able to look you in the eyes.

“… You really don’t remember?” you winced.

Terzo, riddled with shame, shook his head.

You then described everything he said and did, not leaving out a single word. Not a single bit of it was censored out by you, even the most graphic of moments. As you continued enlightening the room on the events of the previous night, your words quickly turned into sobs, and your voice a painful cry.

You weren’t the only one who cried. Terzo’s beloved half-brother, Copia, couldn’t help but shed a few tears at the tragedies you were describing, and for a second you swore you saw a tear fall down Secondo’s face. Primo’s eyes were covered by his hand as he kept his head low. Sister Imperator shocked you more than anyone, though. She did not attempt to conceal the tears that welled up in her eyes, but still kept a strong face and demeanor. Terzo was utterly mortified by the things you were telling him, his face painted in pure shame.

“I… I am so sorry. I can’t-“ Terzo cut himself off with a hiccup and a broken sob. “I am so sorry, Y/N.” He was utterly humiliated, and more importantly, furious with himself for treating something as precious as you so horribly. “I didn’t- I didn’t-“

“I know you didn’t mean what you said. You don’t even remember.” you interrupted.

“I know, but still, I’m… I’m so sorry.” he cried.

“We’ll give you two some space.” Sister Imperator spoke, leaving the office as the other men nodded and followed. The door was shut. It was just you and your husband. You took a seat across from him and looked into his tired eyes. “You are right. You have been right this whole time. I have a problem. I am going to get help.” He stated, breaking the silence. “You mean like a treatment program?” “Yes, it’s not too far from here, I’ll be gone for four weeks.”

You nodded. Finally. He was seeking help.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much. Everything I said last night was so far from the truth. You’re everything but a burden. I love you for so much more than your body. You’re the light of my life. I have been so horrible to you recently. I would do anything, anything in the world, to take it back if I could.” He paused, as if the next thing he was about to say would physically pain him. “I understand that my mistakes have left scars that won’t heal. And I understand that I have to let go, even though I do not want to.” he uttered.

“Let go of what? Substances, you mean?”

Terzo shook his head solemnly.

“Of me? Why would you have to do that?” you questioned.

Terzo was completely shocked by your response. “Why would you stay with me after I’ve done such unforgivable things?”

“Because I know you, Terzo, I’ve seen you at your best and worst. I know who you are, and it’s not whoever you’ve been for the past few months. We can fix this, Terzo. You’re the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. There is nowhere to go but up from here.” you explained, placing your hand on his.

Terzo was utterly blown away by your never ending support, experiencing graciousness at new heights he had never reached before.

“Y/N. If I ever do anything like this ever again, which will not be the case, but still- I’m begging you- please, leave me. Please do not settle for this.”

“I know it won’t happen again, Terzo.”

“Still, promise me. I want you to be happy. I want you to understand you deserve better. Please, I want you to be happy.”

“I’ll promise you, Terzo. If you promise me you’ll never mess with that shit again.”

“I promise. I promise.” He said, taking your hand in his trembling ones, and kissing it after each promise.

“Thank you. Thank you, amore mio. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” he wept. “I love you.” He professed, not even expecting the sentiment to be returned.

“I love you too, Terzo.” you replied. “We’ll get through this together.”

❥

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You reassured Terzo, standing in the waiting room of the large treatment facility. Truthfully, you were reassuring yourself just as much as you were him. You knew he would come back, physically, but you were worried he still wouldn’t come back Terzo. Your husband that you missed dearly. The man who made you laugh, who made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, showed you things about the world you didn’t even know were possible. You were anxious to be separated from him, and anxious for his stay, praying he would have a positive and beneficial experience.

“Very soon. I love you so much, tesoro.” He said, leaving you with a quick kiss on the lips, something he hadn’t done in ages.

That night, as you entered your quarters, a lonely feeling began to sink in. Even though Terzo had been a menace recently, you couldn't help but miss him. You almost went to pour yourself a glass of wine, quickly realizing that wasn't an option in your current location. It felt a little ironic considering you had just dropped your husband off at a rehabilitation center, but you really needed a break. You decided to send a text to the one other person you knew you could count on.

"hey, would you wanna have a glass of wine?"

"Yes please"

And within a few minutes, you heard a knock at your door. You paced over and opened it, and were faced with none other than Terzo's half-brother, Copia, a bottle of wine in hand.

"Please, take a seat." You welcomed him, gesturing to the couch.

There was an awkward silence from both of you, as you weren't quite sure how to tackle the topic at hand.

"So what did Terzo tell you before I came?" you asked, pouring him a glass of wine.

"Well, he texted me very early this morning to meet him in his office at 11, and that Sister Imperator and the other brothers would be there. He did not say anything else until we got there. He was clearly in distress, and then, just- word vomit. He told us he'd been struggling recently and that last night was bad. But he couldn't remember what happened, he only knew something went wrong when he woke up and saw what a disaster the place was. He told me he needed help and he couldn't bear to hurt you ever again."

You nodded.

And in the blink of an eye, you and Copia realized you had a bit more wine than you initially intended, experiencing the highs and lows of drunkenness: the serious conversations, existential and solemn, and the silly things, laughing and holding onto your stomachs as you struggled to sit upright. On his way out, you thanked him,

"Thank you, Copia. It was nice to spend some time with you, you saved my life tonight. Goodnight."

"No worries, Y/N. Always a pleasure." he said, waving goodbye as he exited your quarters.

You checked the clock. 3 am. Damn, it was late. You walked into your room to get changed into some pajamas and as you opened the drawer, made a shocking discovery. Your clothes were folded just the way you liked them. The only other person who knew of this preference was Terzo.

So he was the one who cleaned up the place.

Rummaging through the drawer, you noticed a small piece of paper underneath a pair of shorts, with handwriting on it belonging to no other than your husband.

Amore Mio,

I find it difficult to express my gratitude for you in words throughout any language. So I am going to do so with my actions, my progress, and my dedication. I am going to get better. And even on the harder days that are bound to come, when I don't feel like it is worth it, I will think of you. And you are always worth it. You are a blessing, the greatest gift Satanas has ever brought me. There is no title I long for more than that of being your lover, and I will wear it with pride for as long as I live and even after I have passed on. I owe everything to you. You are the most compassionate person I have ever known, stayed with me by my side even when I am at my lowest. You piece me back together, make me whole again, even when I am shattered and I feel unfixable. Thank you. Not just for helping me, but for being you. That brings me more joy than anything. Focus on yourself for these next few weeks while I am gone. I will see you very soon, cara mia.

I love you so much.

-Terzo

You fell asleep with that note under your pillow that night, like a little girl making a desperate wish, hoping a magical being would visit you and make his words come true.

❥

Before you knew it, 28 days flew by. During those 28 days, you found yourself forming new relationships with people you least expected. His brothers, Copia especially, became your rock during his absence, listening to you cry, rant, or simply giving you a laugh. You found out that the brothers all shared the same humor, though some hid it more than others. They made you feel closer to Terzo despite his distance. You also found out that Sister Imperator had a caring heart, and was able to provide you with thoughtful insight during your times of need.

Terzo sent you many letters. 28, to be exact. You smiled each time you received a purple envelope in the mail, your name written in his distinguishable handwriting. He told you about the things he processed in group therapy as well as one-on-one counseling. The facility sounded like a very nurturing environment, one he had needed for some time, containing lots of opportunities and activities. You got to call him a few times a week as well, and as time progressed, you heard his voice grow lighter and lighter over the phone. You heard his laugh for the first time in what felt like centuries when he told you about “Equestrian therapy” and a particularly rude horse who wanted nothing to do with him. Although it sounded silly, that moment was so magical, and you felt a joy you had been deprived of for quite some time. You were so impacted that you wanted to drive to the facility and shake the horse’s hoof, personally thanking it for its impact. But instead of praising the horse, you praised your husband, providing him words of encouragement and love as he powered through the ups and downs of the treatment process.

“Thank you for being my everything. I miss you, amore mio. I love you. I’ll talk to you soon.” He’d say at the end of each conversation before he had to hang up.

To that, you responded, “You don’t have to thank me. I miss you too, Terzo. I love you. Goodbye.

Those 4 weeks weren’t just about Terzo’s healing, they were about your healing as well. There was no doubt that though his issues with addiction were a battle within his own mind and body, they scarred you as well. You scheduled several extra meetings with your therapist to work through your trauma, as well as discussing options regarding couples’ counseling, which Terzo agreed to.

Before you knew it, the twenty-eight days had passed, and you were driving to the treatment center to pick up your husband. You walked into the common space, gazing around the room to find Terzo. And there he was.

He looked so much better. So much better. He looked clean and well-kept, the color in his face had returned, his posture improved, and he was smiling.

Immediately, you dropped your purse and sprinted towards him, a reaction so triumphant people might think you hadn’t seen him in years. You crashed into his strong arms, holding him tighter than you had ever held anything or anyone in your entire life. There you two stood, in the middle of the building, while you wept into his chest, not caring who heard you.

You pulled away from the hug, and placed your hands on each side of his face. Your heart was pieced back together again once you saw the glimmer in his eyes had returned.

“You’re back.” You whispered. “You’re back.”

“Yes, I am. I wouldn’t be without you. Thank you for being my everything. I missed you, amore mio. I love you.” he said, similar to what he had ended your phone calls with, except this time, there was no goodbye.

There he was.

Terzo was back.

And he was there to stay.

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AAAAA😭 i’m so glad we have a happy ending now!!! if you take anything from this let it be that even though addiction and mental health issues in general feel impossible to deal with, it is possible to get better! you are not defined by your mental illness and you are a good person!!! don’t be afraid to reach out for help because so many people love and care for you! (including me!) more fics coming soon, the next one coming up is super fluffy (there is a new addition to the emeritus family!!!) and the one after will be one of two soft terzo/reader fics im working on 🥺❤️ and another copia fic im thrilled to get to work on! thank you so much for reading, it seriously means the world, you all make me feel a little less alone in this weird world. i love you! 🤍, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader

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𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡) 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓 & 𝑛. 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: well well well... here we are... all I can say is please don't yell at me for where I had to cut this fic. It just makes the most sense for everything that happens. If you only care about the smut and not the reconciliation of emotions, you'll want to wait for tomorrow's part! I am once again asking that people pls not yell at me for this, I promise you're getting literally 11 pages of smut in pt. 7 tomorrow!

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; D/S dynamics; emotional submission; smutty intentions/leadup; yelling/ loud conflict; physical intimidation; coercion; Wanda being at her fucking limit with Natasha's bs; a lil gaslighting; the typical red flags that come with these ladies convincing R not to be scared of their behavior, but also a lot of emotions because Natasha loves her wife.. what a simp

summary: Private Hire AU; Natasha knows Wanda isn't one to be messed with. That does nothing to stop her from doing so- or bringing you along with her. But Wanda won't stand for it.

words: 3.6K

private hire au. || main masterlist.

The next day was hard, Wanda hitting you with pointed glares from the time you stepped out of your bedroom and following you all the way down the hallway. It was terrible to feel her eyes on you in such a way; she’d stared at you before, but never with so much contempt and the embarrassed guilt was eating you alive. Natasha unfortunately was too pleased with herself to help you make Wanda feel better; any mention of it was met with a mildly irritated scoff. As much as she said Wanda would get over it, you knew Natasha was still trying to get over the hurt her neglected dinner brought. 

This time though, Natasha brought you into their domestic spat and you figured you could end it. You saw Wanda in the kitchen, back against the counter, eyes fixed on the dirty pot that once held Natasha’s Valentine’s Day gift. She didn’t look particularly upset in that moment, more contemplative, and you hoped that just maybe if you found just the right words, Wanda would listen to what you had to say. No matter how many ways you rationalized it to yourself though, the situation scared you. “Hey uhm.. Wanda?”

Wanda snapped from her thoughts and instantly her brow furrowed again, a deep scowl set on her soft features. “What do you want?”

It stung, but at least it wasn’t a full rejection. She was waiting impatiently for your answer, like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you and never before had you longed harder for Wanda’s constant need to be around you. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop. I don’t care.” Your face was puzzled, clearly she cared. You didn’t have the mental energy to deal with two stubborn women, but you didn’t know why you ever expected anything else. Just as you were about to offer a rebuttal, she raised a hand and with the slight shake of her hand you knew she was struggling not to physically shut you up. “I said, I don’t want to hear it. Take the hint and walk away.”

It was taking everything in Wanda not to fully snap at you, trying desperately to reign herself in. Her anger was with both of you, but mostly Natasha. She knew what an asshole she was being; her wife had taken advantage of her absence to hit her right where she knew it would hurt, meddling just enough to annoy her without breaking any of their established rules. Wanda just hated that you’d been too blind to see through it.

Your concern for Wanda loomed large, but self-preservation kept you quiet. There wasn’t another word between you two before you walked away, but Wanda had never been this upset with you and although your heart was heavy, you knew to give the brunette her space.

The day went on like that, Wanda isolating herself while you chose to stay around Natasha, hoping that if something else did happen, at least you’d have her to hopefully back you up. Of course Natasha took great pride in this, using every opportunity she could to whisper naughty promises in your ear as she passed or pinch you so you yelped. Each time you were sure even if you couldn’t see Wanda, she’d seen the two of you and when Natasha made a big show of deciding to sleep in your room, you were shocked the door didn’t fall off of its hinges with how hard Wanda slammed it. That night you were sure Wanda was going to kill you; there was no way she didn’t hear the desperate noises Natasha pulled from you when her hands went roaming.

“You really are a squirmy one, aren’t you?” 

“It’s your fault…” you shuddered, Natasha licking a lewd trail up the column of your throat. If it was just the two of you, maybe you’d have let your eyes flutter closed. But Wanda was glaring daggers into the display her wife was putting on with you from across the couch and you were scared she was seconds away from actually stabbing you both. If it was up to you, you would’ve apologized by now and really you did try, but after yesterday’s confrontation in the kitchen you figured only time could make Wanda come around. You feared that time may never come if Natasha didn’t take an hour off from tormenting the brunette. The couch felt so big, but so small— with one lunge Wanda could be on you both and while you didn’t know exactly what she was capable of, it was too hard to guess. 

The tension was killing you, yes, but mostly you missed Wanda. She’d never been this mad at you, especially not for this long and despite how often Natasha whispered reassurances that she’d never let Wanda actually hurt you, it was torture not to be able to curl up to her how you’d gotten used to. “Natasha, when are you going to get tired of being so insufferable? I’m bored.”

The redhead scoffed, putting her head atop yours to peer over at her wife. “Right after you get tired of being a stubborn child-” It didn’t take long for them to switch languages, something they only did when they didn’t want you to hear a conversation or if their emotions were running dangerously high. Part of you wished it was the first option, but you knew better. 

Natasha came back first, only to bring you back to the center of attention, “You can’t be upset over what happens when you refuse to come home. We had a lovely Valentine’s Day and you were welcome to join us.” She pulled you further onto her lap and as she put more distance between you and your other boss, you didn’t miss the small twitch of Wanda’s hand as she struggled not to reach out for you. Even though she resisted, your heart fluttered that on some level, she wasn’t completely done with you.

“You can’t be upset when I don’t show up for a surprise!” Wanda sat up straighter now, having exhausted the last of her patience seeing not only Natasha so damn smug all weekend, but also how you cowered into her when she dared shift closer. Like you were scared of her. Frustration, hurt, and envy had her seeing green and she wanted whatever this weekend had turned into over.

“How dare you call me a child when you’re the one who can’t even bring herself to say she got her feelings hurt because I had to take care of something and didn’t magically know you’d planned dinner!”  Wanda crept closer as she yelled, her uncharacteristically loud voice echoing through the large living room. “You are rarely romantic and it’s never on some stupid marketing holiday; I couldn’t have known any better so get the fuck over it!” She was close enough that you felt her looming over you, could see her intensity up close. It took everything in you not to take your chances with leaping off the couch and fleeing the room— but then her head bent to look at you. 

“And you,” If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you saw actual fire behind those eyes. “I don’t even want to look at you right now. Do I treat you so terribly that when I leave for one week, I come back to you begging my wife to fuck you? Are you really that stupid to not know what she was doing?” A glance away let you take in her shaking shoulders, the definition of seething mad. 

While Wanda was tense with rage, you were equally so— with fear. Reasoning with her was hard, but you’d done it before. Never with something this big, but maybe if you could just explain- “I’m not! I mean, I didn’t-”

“Shut up, I’m talking.” Oh.

Natasha tried to put distance between the two of you, trading places so you sat on the other side of her. To her, this was nothing. She could handle Wanda in any mood, but some were more dangerous than others and this was one you had no hope of solving. “Wands, don’t-”

“I said, Be. Quiet.” Wanda grabbed you before Natasha could stop her, blunt nails digging into your soft flesh without a singular care for how you cried out. On instinct you reared back, but to no avail; as small as Wanda looked, she was too strong for you to pry off. Your eyes darted from your stinging forearm to Wanda’s unwavering glare; the only action you could take was to whimper. “If she wants to be a traitorous little slut then I’m going to treat her like one.”

“Wanda. Stop it. Now.” It was rare Natasha came between Wanda and the object of her irritation, having learned early on it only pissed her off further as well as put herself in the line of fire, but this -whatever Wanda was thinking- was too much. Natasha wouldn’t let you get hurt for her mistakes, especially knowing how much Wanda would regret scaring you any further. Enamored with her as you were, there were always limits. 

You didn’t know when tears started falling down your face, but as Natasha successfully wrenched Wanda’s grip loose, the first thing you did was try and hide any evidence of them. It wasn’t working, emotions overwhelming you still as you choked on a sob. Through blurry eyes you could see Natasha standing bent at the waist in front of Wanda, their faces inches apart while the redhead held her angry wife down with a calmness you could never hope to have. “You are out of control and I’ve had it. Calm down.”

No matter how she struggled, Natasha was stronger than Wanda and with her arms stuck to her sides on the couch, all she could do was snarl out her rage. “I’m not the one trying to upset her spouse because she’s sad! I’ve had just about enough of you.” Wanda gave you a quick once over that made you feel small as a mouse, but as she turned to do the same to Nat, the older woman didn’t even flinch. 

“If you think jumping in her bed and putting on disgusting displays of affection as if I’m not right here is going to make me forgive you, Natalia, you’re pitifully wrong.” You’d never regretted a lapse in judgment more in your life. If you could take your after dinner dalliance with Natasha back, you would in an instant, no matter how good it felt. You hadn’t known you were doing anything wrong, certainly not that Wanda would take it so heavily, but Natasha knew. Whatever she did set Wanda off so pointedly, it couldn’t have been a mistake. Natasha had plotted and poked until she hit just the nerve she wanted to with Wanda, some piece of her she hadn’t shared with you yet. 

Lack of knowledge left you powerless to fix this mess; thankfully Natasha had just figured it out. Wanda’s words made the last piece click and instantly, the typically stubborn woman felt regret stab her through the heart. “Is that it? Did you feel neglected?”

When Wanda’s only response was to huff and look away, Natasha’s suspicions were confirmed. She’d stopped fighting, now hopefully she’d start listening. In all their years together, Nat knew there was no use trying to apologize until she identified the problem. It took time and sometimes her actions made things a little worse before they got better, but it was always worth it. 

Natasha hadn’t apologized immediately because, at that moment, she wasn’t sorry. By the time she realized Wanda wasn’t going to let this go with a passing insult and temporary cold shoulder, she was too annoyed with her to understand where Wanda’s irritation stemmed from. Instead she threw salt in the wound, continuing to use you as a pawn in her selfish game, daring Wanda to challenge her. Natasha got the fight she sought, but it wasn’t shallow or fun like she thought; Wanda was acting out of genuine hurt and scaring you in the process; that was never her goal. “Did you come home, see us at the table and think we’d forgotten about you?”

You were in disbelief as Wanda stayed silent, her tense posture slumping as Natasha exposed her true feelings. How she’d gotten all of that from Wanda’s silent treatment turned spiteful outburst, you didn’t know, but you were grateful. Between feeling helpless and frightened, your mind had barreled towards the worst, fearing your actions were unforgivable in your boss’ vengeful eyes. Still, when you saw her now, Wanda wasn’t angry; she was sad. “I missed you, Wanda…I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

She didn’t look at you, but she didn’t snap either. It was better than last time you’d said something to her a few minutes ago; you’d take any bit of progress at this point. But Natasha wanted better, “What do we say when people apologize, Wanda?” 

“Don’t do it again.” The redhead sighed, but gave Wanda a kiss to the forehead anyways. Wanda could hold onto anger like no other, but speaking to you was a sign she was at least on her way to letting it go. That was more than she could say for how some people had fared. You’d be alright, Natasha would work on it.

“Fine… You know I love you?” Natasha’s voice was lower now, quiet enough for her words to clearly be for her wife alone; you felt as if you were spying. When she kissed her properly it was sweet and slow; when Natasha pulled away, Wanda went with her until her restrained arms kept her down. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so far, that wasn’t right. I love you, I’m sorry.”

You had a feeling that would be the only time you ever heard Natasha Romanoff apologize for anything, especially with such vulnerability. The words were simple but effective, Wanda letting out a deep breath you were sure she had to have been holding in since she first laid eyes on you in the dining room. Nervous hands were freed soon after Natasha determined Wanda would no longer lash out, but despite her calmer demeanor, you still flinched away when she reached out for you.

The action stung, you’d never refused her touch before; the last thing she wanted was to leave you truly afraid. Wanda knew her emotions tended to get the best of her sometimes; Natasha, rock steady as she was, acknowledged it and loved her, outbursts and all. But there was nothing in your arrangement that said you had to be the same and she never wanted to keep you from fear alone. 

Wanda knew that fear all too well; she’d never wish such cruelty on a treasured thing like you. She tried once more, offering a small apologetic smile, touching the hand closest to her. Words couldn’t express how relieved she was when you stayed still, gentle fingers now stroking over where your wrist dully throbbed. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me now? I won’t hurt you, love.”

So many responses swirled in your head, trying to decide whether to silence that internal warning bell and listen to Wanda or to run away. You couldn’t bring yourself to give up her soothing touch on your red skin. When Natasha encouraged you forward and you followed until Wanda successfully brought you into a warm embrace, you were sure you picked the right choice. “I should’ve been better and waited, I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry. I left Natasha in charge and you were just doing what you were told, weren’t you?” Wanda felt your nod more than saw it, once again narrowing her focus at her wife who just rolled her eyes. When she looked your way this time, it was with her typical tender ways, cuddling you close in apology for her earlier behavior. She’d missed holding you while she was away, had been looking forward to it every day since she left, now she was two days overdue and intent on soothing any lingering hesitation. “But I’m still your favorite? You’re still my darling little dove?”

“Of course, mommy,” The title slipped out before you could fix it, but Wanda didn’t comment on it. Instead she chose to leave kisses everywhere she could reach and while she covered your cheeks in lipstick smudges, you wondered if she was just trying to make up for lost time or outdo the number Natasha had given you over the weekend. Either way, it left you blushing terribly. 

Natasha sat next to Wanda, enjoying the calm after the storm that was Wanda. She let Wanda take her time with ensuring your comfort; that was as important as anything. After the two of you had settled, Wanda burying her face in your hair while you contently snuggled in her lap, Natasha gingerly guided the brunette’s head away with two fingers until Wanda had her eyes on her. “This is very sweet, but I can’t just forget your outburst, sweetheart. You were completely out of line, no matter how upset you were.” Wanda pouted, mildly disappointed her quick change of attitude hadn’t let her off the hook. That didn’t stop her from at least attempting to plead her case.

“In my defense, I was gone all week and you haven’t been very kind since I came home…” Whatever she was trying to get out of, Natasha wasn’t budging, shaking her head as her thumb stroked Wanda’s cheek. It always felt foreign watching Natasha wield control over a woman who always exerted that same power over you; so far, you’d only seen it a handful of times, but you’d never been this involved before. 

Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s excuse; it wasn’t one of the better ones she’d come up with over the years. Maybe another time she’d let it go, but Natasha knew her wife and despite her apologies, Wanda was in desperate need of a reprieve from her own head. Another problem she’d become an expert in remedying. This one, thankfully, was a lot more fun for everyone involved. “I’ll be as kind as you need, Wanda. Then you can still enjoy part of your ‘stupid marketing holiday’ gift with all the attention you’re too stubborn to ask for.”

“It can’t be that easy. You never play fair, Tash,” Wanda whimpered, her grip on your waist loosening in favor of leaning into Natasha’s touch. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Natasha wouldn’t give up what she wanted without making her work for it in some way. With you being here too, she was sure to make a show of it; if there was one thing her two loves had bonded over it was their love of her— especially of seeing Wanda fall victim to Natasha’s schemes. 

This wasn’t just a reward for Wanda; in her distress, she’d gone overboard, scaring you in the process. Nat would put her through the wringer for that. But fuck, she needed to decompress, let herself go in the hands of the woman she loved and trusted more than anyone in the universe. Wanda nodded, accepting whatever night the redhead was so obviously concocting in her head, “Make it worth it, I’m still upset with you.”

“Aw kitten,” Wanda shivered at the petname, you felt it under your thighs as her own shifted and squeezed together, “it’s sweet that you think I care if you’re mad at me. You still need me to fuck you. If you didn’t, you’d be yelling my ears off right now.” She huffed, but didn’t move and Natasha knew she had her; she was as needy as Wanda was for this. The last few days had been frustrating and she was oh so eager to release all of her pent-up emotions. “It’s so much nicer when you realize I know best. I’ll take such good care of you, I always do.” 

Shock overtook you as Wanda didn’t protest, not even a squeak. Neither of them would ever let anyone else get away with the chaos they’d been inflicting on each other. From dinner to this moment, anyone else who treated Wanda anywhere close to how Natasha did or vice versa, would be buried in several places by now. Entranced was the closest word to how you watched the two of them interact, Wanda’s indignant pout disappearing as Natasha kissed her, the most miniscule of gestures seemingly rendering your typically authoritative boss with all of her guards lowered.

You jolted as Natasha’s free hand cupped your chin, bringing you back to the tempting reality playing out just a few inches away. “Am I in trouble too?”

“Oh no, dear one, not at all. I have a job for you. Think you’re up for it?” You were agreeing before she finished, not having the slightest idea how she intended to use you. It didn’t matter; you didn’t need a contract to sway you towards this particular task.

“Good choice.” Natasha gave your cheek an almost patronizing pinch, her devious smirk reminiscent of what you’d seen when she’d first pulled you into her dinner endeavor two days prior. 

Wanda pressed her nose into your neck, soft lips trailing over the thin skin of your throat. “You’ll enjoy yourself too, dove, I promise you that.” You hadn’t left the couch and already the two women surrounding you threatened to throw your brain into overdrive.  Something about today felt different though. This time wasn’t nearly as intimidating with Wanda having already agreed; there was no way you could land in trouble when she’d be right next to you. All you had to do was survive their instruction; you’ve done that before. Natasha already looked so proud of your consent and that smile made you feel invincible. “Do you want to see what a good girl my wife can be?”

#andddd in 24 hours the next part is out 💖 #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #wandanat fic #wanda maximoff fic #natasha romanoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut #maximotts #private hire au #motts writes.

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Styria sisters headcanons

After talking about this with @autumnmobile12 about this yesterday, I thought I might as well share some of my headcanons for the Styria sisters. Some of them are closely based in what we learn in the canon. Others is stuff that I just made up. After all we have very, very little canonical information about them.

Let's start with Carmilla. Who is probably the one, we do know the most about. We know she got turned by a vampire, who was a "cruel old man" and whom she killed. This makes it quite likely that she in fact does originate from Styria - something that obviously also fits with her novel counterpart.

Part of my headcanon for her as a human is, that even back then she was struggling with the expectations society put on women. Her mother died, when she was young, so first her father and when her father died her older brother put those expectations on her. She fled her first abusive marriage by becoming a nun, but when she was in the monastery her sire saw her and wanted her. At the beginning she came willingly, because she wanted the power he promised. But of course he was just another abuser.

After she killed him, his followers wanted to kill her. But it was Morana, who saved her life. And it was with the help of Morana and Striga that she took over the castle. At the time Morana had her fledgling with her - Laura. Who obviously became her romantic partner.

Oh, and I put Carmilla's birth date into the year 1029.

I wrote about my headcanon for Lenore before. A lot of my headcanon for her comes from this one bit of dialogue we get for her: (Paraphrasing) "I grew up in a castle just like this two hundred years ago. I was five years old when English soldiers came climbing up the toilet chutes with knives between their teeth."

Now, this tells us she is just around two hundred years old and the place she came from had a violent conflict with England at the time. Around two hundred years before the show, so in the late 13th century, England had two wars happening shortly after the other. First another war with France (I mean, it is England and France, what do you expect?) and then the first war of Scottish Independence.

Given her name (that was actually pretty popular in 13th century Scottland) and her red hair, it would make sense for her to be Scottish.

Now, based on her design, she was also fairly young when she got turned. Probably in her late teens. She clearly looks a lot younger from how her face is drawn compared to everyone else.

Something else that makes a lot of sense, as we know her parents got killed, is that she might well have been taken as a hostage, which was something the English did to Scottish gentry.

From this comes my headcanon: She was born in 1287, making her five years old, when war started. She got taken as a hostage by the English, living in luxury, but very much inside a golden cage. Also suffering quite a bit of abuse. She was made to marry at age 15, got pregnant at age 16, had complications and died during child birth age 17. But she was "lucky" that a vampire was nearby, who took pity on her and turned her. That vampire being Laura, aka Carmilla's girlfriend and Morana's fledgling. The two tried to return to Styria from there, but on the way back Laura got killed by English soldiers.

Lenore did somehow manage to make her way to Styria, though she arrived there as a ferral vamp.

We see in the series quite a bit of tension between Carmilla and Lenore. And this is my headcanon reason for it: Lenore came to Styria without Laura.

Morana is kinda in an odd position for me. Katie Silva, who designed her, said, she immagines Morana to be from Ancient Sumer. Buuuut... Ancient Sumer as a civilisation ended around 1500BC. Though it included, obviously, Ancient Babylon. And there is kinda my issue. I set Babylon as the origin of vampires. And if there were vampires left from the time, the knowledge about where vampires came from, would not have been lost.

So... I decided she was from Ancient Persia. Specifically from the North of the Ancient Persian empire, though she was living there at a time the empire was already expiring. Though at the same time, vampires were still part of normal society and ruled together with humans.

But of course Ancient Persia was another empire, that ended. So, in the end, her home was turned to dust. And when she became adrift, she was originally with some other vampires from her home. But bit by bit all of them died. Some of them got killed, others chose the sun. Leaving in the end only Morana. She drifted for a bit, but the Romans did not make Europe a hospital place to be at the time - especially as a vampire - so she drifted further east, spending almost five hundred years in Asia. Part of this she spent in Japan together with Cho. But when Cho went off the deep end, she left, returning to Europe in the end.

Something, that she learned over the time, was that cooperation with humans was not possible.

During the middle of the 11th century she ended up with this sick girl, that would not leave her side. Which is Laura. And who was very, very insistent on being turned. So, when Morana looked for a safe place for Laura to spend her fledgling years, she went for one of the vampire kingdoms - Styria. Arriving there just days after Carmilla killed her sire.

It is also, when she meets Striga.

Lastly we have Striga. My favorite sister. :D Love this wonderful big woman. (All I wanna do, is see you turn into, a giant woman xD)

Now, we do know very little about her, outside of her admittance of not being able to forget an implied to be bad past. She also has an Eastern European accent, though - again - langauge is another messy topic in Castlevania.

I looked into it and her voice actress is from Croatian heritage, so I decided that Striga is from that area. Which would make her of mixed Slavic origin, as before the slavs got to Croatia some Arabian people were living there. It might explain her hair, too.

I am meanwhile fully in agreement with @g-vlssz here, making Striga a trans woman. I just think her design really well fits this interpretation.

My backstory for her is, that she was a human mercenary to feed her family - that is her younger siblings - hunting bandits and monsters. But at some point she got sent after a group of vampires ravaging the country side. This was Lazarus and his men - a vampire stemming from Ancient Rome. When she fought him and managed to hold her own for a bit, leading him to turn her.

Now, just like Carmilla's sire, he was a cruel old man, being abusive towards the men (and the one woman, though Striga was not out at the time) following him. When he learned about Striga's human siblings, he went out of his way to kil them. Striga was with him a good while, until the troop made their way to Styria this one winter as well - just after Carmilla had killed her sire. And when Lazarus tried to take the place over, Striga managed to kill him.

I put Striga's birthday right at the beginning of that millenium. Into the year of 1004.

And, yeah... That is basically my headcanons for the four sisters.

I really adore those four and their sad, sad stories. :D

#castlevania #castlevania netflix #council of sisters #styria #styrian sisters #headcanon #carmilla castlevania #carmilla #lenore castlevania #morana castlevania #striga castlevania

[kiirotoao]

Guys.

I think I cracked the case to why many people (namely the GA) don’t like Mike. And it’s because his character arc is external, rarely internal, compared to other characters.

In season 1, one of the most memorable things to me that stood out about Mike was his ability to communicate. He was straightforward, very level-headed, and tried to reason with the unknown. He made his thoughts known, and they were often pretty understandable to those around him, namely Lucas, Dustin, and especially El. His ability to advocate for her really helped bridge the gaps between their world and the Upside Down. Even in just the really small details, Mike prioritized good communication, like when he told/reminded Lucas to end on the Walkie-Talkie with “over” when he was done talking. Mike is also incredibly emotional this season, and we see clearly times of his frustration, sadness, and joy (all of which are very often due to Will, but I will hold off on going in depth in that department lest I ramble about Byler more than I already do). All of this to say - Mike’s focus is on 1) keeping that group mentality, 2) helping El, and 3) finding Will, all things outside of himself.

Then, right off the bat, what’s the problem that Mike faces in season 2? Lack of communication with El. He doesn’t know where she is and he can’t - and arguably doesn’t ever - see her, not even in the void. I can imagine that it’s tough not knowing if a loved one is even alive, so of course Mike is stricken with worry until he sees her again. I think that in season 2, right from the start, we see his mental health take a toll on him as he starts to worry about things going wrong with d’Art, with Max, with Will, with the tunnels, everything. I just think that from a general standpoint, Mike has become more irritable and anxious because he’s lost someone before. And here’s where his attachment to El starts to get much stronger. When he finally sees her again, he’s already scared that he’s about to lose her as she goes off to the gate. All season long, he’s attached at the hip to Will, frustrated about not being able to see El, and generally pretty easily upset by others. All things that I think are a result of internal struggle, but we only see it manifest outwardly. He does get that shed scene moment with Will, but honestly, that’s about it when it comes to Mike’s transparency that season.

Now enter season 3. The conflict right from the start with El is… painful, to say the least. He lies to her, doesn’t try to explain himself until it’s been far too long, and he even calls on Lucas to defend his bs. He’s hiding something, and it’s no longer grief-related. Maybe it is, but we don’t see it. Mike continues to work with the group mentality and he comes up with the sauna test, assumes the worst with the Mind Flayer (and is correct about the spreading of its power), and kinda a throwaway detail, but I can even assume that it was his idea to push the car over using the metal posts in the last episode based on that random comment, “Told you. Physics.” So here’s where things get interesting. Mike is smart, he still is, and he still uses a lot of good communication and strives to connect gaps where they’re needed, and he still often wields the Walkie-Talkie. But when it comes to his relationship with El, Will, too, he falters. Before this season, he was completely in line with the two. But now, in season 3, we never see a clear reason why he thinks what he’s thinking, especially considering the sloth/speed in which he reconnects with El/Will. It is impossible to pinpoint any direct emotional moments from Mike this season because besides the ending scene overlayed over Hopper’s letter, we never truly see Mike let down his guard like he did before. Nor take the leap, like he did in season 1. He’s closed off and we cannot fully see why, not until you begin to interpret down to a deeper, inferential level. Here’s where I think the roadblock especially begins for Mike’s character, because we don’t know what he’s thinking anymore.

Carry this into season 4. Mike seems completely closed off to us, the audience. Now’s a good time for me to say that Finn’s a great actor, though, because truly, we get to see a large array of emotions in Mike’s expressions. And by all means of art and creative media, we don’t necessarily need to hear Mike’s thoughts to know his thoughts, sometimes. But it still goes to show, based on how he behaved in prior seasons, his connection with others and his drive seems completely lacking. He’s falling behind in school, he seems so emotionally distant from El, and, come to think about it, he’s emotionally distant overall. Even with his family and Lucas. I think that a simple explanation to why he’s acting this way is because he’s forced to grow up and grow up apart from his girlfriend and best friend. He’s not happy. And seeing that manifest externally often causes the isolation of internal things. Think about Max’s story but in Mike’s shoes - except we don’t get to see Mike’s struggles. His one emotional outlier is with Will, however, who he openly expresses his thoughts to and even finds a chance to smile again with. And even though he’s largely not in Hawkins anymore, we still see him use his ingenuity. He figures out the Nina number. He knows where Suzie lives. He can hone in when he’s needed. But even then, no matter what he does, he’s unmistakably hampered. He can’t keep up communication when he’s separated from Hawkins. He’s separated from El. Once again, he’s miserable. His one constant is Will, but even then, he buys the lie in the van scene. So, in the words of Finn Wolfhard himself,

(Caption: “He’s just such an idiot.”) I really think that Mike is trying his best. But ever since the start of season 3, so, essentially, half of the time we’ve seen him onscreen, he’s been closing himself off to the audience. And he might just be an idiot, but that doesn’t translate to how he thinks under pressure. Emotionally, perhaps, he’s an idiot. But is he a total idiot? I don’t think so. His seeming idiocy simply comes out so strongly in the later seasons because we cannot draw reason to his behavior like we could before.

Compare this to Lucas who has several dear moments where he opens up to Max season to season. Compare this to Dustin, who doesn’t ever really hide his thoughts. Compare this to Will, whose life we’ve seen the ups and downs all the time. Compare this to Max and her beautiful arc from introduction to depression. Compare this to El and her entire story of finding who she is. Hell, compare this to Steve, who has several glimpses of his life and struggles season to season. Compare this to Robin’s coming out and her struggle with Vickie. Compare this to Jonathan and his talks with Nancy and Argyle. Compare this to Nancy and the constant dilemmas of love and respect. I could go on and on. The characters are written with an emotional story in mind. So if Mike is one of them, who’s to say that his struggle isn’t something to be revealed for season 5?

And now, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t bring this all home with Will. Who has been a consistent source of emotional vulnerability for Mike? Who does Mike let his guard down around? Who does Mike consistently pursue and amend any wrongs with near as soon as possible? Who considers Mike to be the heart? If we’re gonna complain about Mike being closed off or annoying, I get it. I want to see more of his thoughts, too. And the remedy? It’s none other than the one right beside him. The one person who’s never going to give up on him. I think that the only answer to melt that heart is Will Byers.

(So yeah. I can’t wait for Byler to be endgame and for all this discourse about Mike’s true character to end because of it ☺️)

#byler #thank you and goodnight my fingers are about to cramp #byler brainrot #will byers #mike wheeler #byler analysis #stranger things analysis #byler is endgame #byler tumblr #byler is real

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Fanfic/AU idea where everyone in Undertale: Something New’s Underground somehow regain all their memories of the all the timelines before.

Maybe they regain them because of something Flowey, being the only one who remembered everything now that Chara/Frisk/Sans/Killer are gone, did or said.

They remember everything slowly, bits and pieces. But enough to remember what Sans and the Human did (who they believe is Frisk). And nothing but Flowey’s word that “Sans” was somehow taken, and the Multiverse exists.

And basically the main idea is that the rest of the Underground comes to an agreement.

They want to know why Sans did what he did, and potentially rescue him from whoever took him.

Some people (Papyrus) believes Sans needs to be saved, others believe he deserves to face justice for his crimes (Undyne).

So Asgore decides to send Undyne and Papyrus off into the wide Multiverse with Flowey, since he remembers everything clearly.

I don’t know how exactly they’ll manage get access to and travel in the Multiverse, though. Maybe a magical doohickey or something.

Or with a Player’s help, possibly.

And the whole adventure to find and track down “Sans” is basically Paps and Undyne slowly regaining memories, remembering more and more about how Sans appeared to betray, kill, harass, and torture them for no obvious reasons.

Besides the human being the only factor.

Them struggling with their sadness, betrayal, confusion, anger, and fear. Doubt. Still missing Sans. Hating Sans. Loving Sans.

How Sans appeared to have changed drastically at some point, how his soul was always different shapes and colors. His eye-lights always missing, or only having one.

The various bruises, injuries, and cuts across his malnourished and beaten body that was obviously never given proper care or time to heal. How, in some timelines, he was even missing limbs and fighting without them still.

How, in some timelines, he’d kill them without a second thought. And in other timelines, he’d break down sobbing and apologizing.

How he sometimes didn’t seem to know who they were, in various SOUL shapes. And how he’d sometimes start attacking them as if he was an animal. On sight, without any of the usual patience, thought, or learned experience.

How he was rarely ever far from the human in most timelines, but in others he’d run and hide from them. And how, no matter timelines, how fiercely protective he was of the Human in battle.

How sometimes he’d have back and forth banter with the human freely, and other times he would never speak or look at them unless given permission to.

And the Hunts, and games of hide and seek. How the Human seemed to be able to control the shape of his SOUL and behaviors based on certain words, sounds, and gestures.

Just Undyne and Paps having two different ideas of what happened to Sans, and what should be done on the off chance that they find him.

Flowey struggling with years worth of trauma and memories, and just really, really, really, not wanting to be anywhere near Sans or the Human again.

Just a Multiversal traveling, justice seeking, traumatized little gang trying to find answers and clues.

And how they would react to Killer. And how Killer would react to them. And them learning that Sans is gone, has been for a very long time, and they won’t get most of the answers they’re looking for from Killer.

Papyrus struggling to realize and accept that Killer isn’t his brother. His brother is gone, and he never noticed or knew.

Maybe Undyne believes that it’s a trick to dodge responsibility for his actions.

Or maybe she doesn’t accept Killer as his own person, but rather something that only exists because of the Human or Nightmare, thinking they did something to Sans to make him forget who he is.

(She isn’t too far off, but the conflict it could cause in Killer’s attempts to come to terms with his existence and identity would be interesting.)

Maybe them realizing the one who would have the most answers about what happened in their shared timeline being STAGE 1 Killer, and them trying to intentionally but stealthily trigger him to get answers.

But the more they force switches, the more they cause memory loss and distribution amongst the STAGES.

To the point Killer keeps having panic attacks anytime he’s in ST1, and ST3 starts confusing them for Chara or Nightmare and starts trying to attack them, run, or act submissive if all other options are out.

The risk of triggering ST4 gets higher and higher, who absolutely WILL kill them on sight. Because Chara gets more and more active the more memories are revealed.

And eventually the stress and fear starts getting to him, to the point that ST1 starts hiding behind ST2’s emotionlessness and apathy in an attempt to remain stable and secure.

And, of course, ST1’s fear starts influencing ST2 and he immediately starts distancing himself from and avoiding Paps, Undyne, and Flowey.

Like, to the point it escalates to physical fights like it did between Swap and Killer. And they keep going until ST2 is forced to retreat whenever his SOUL starts morphing into ST1 and they can’t keep fighting their ex-brother and ex-friend anymore.

And it eventually starts effecting their work performance. Which angers Nightmare. So for his own well being and safety, ST2 rather violently pushes them away. Forces them away.

Until Flowey, Undyne, and Papyrus have run into Core Frisk. Who introduces them to Color, Dream, and Swap. Everyone who has also tried to save Killer.

#undertale #sans au #sans aus #bad sans gang #killertale #bad sanses #killer sans #nightmares gang #underverse #undertalesomethingnew #chara dreemurr #chara dremuur #asriel dreemurr #flowey the flower #undyne #papyrus #undertale fanfiction #the great papyrus #killer!sans #color!sans #dream!sans #core!frisk #swap!sans #asgore #nightmare!sans #sans undertale #undertale papyrus #undertale undyne #undertale universe

[kingsdespair-if]

I want angst!!! How would the ROS react to the MC staggering into their shared house to be beat up? Someone Robbed the MC and left some nasty scars.

Hello, dear.

Oh my god, who hurt you, dear anon? 😂

But alright, if it's angst you want, then angst I shall deliver!

~

The door to their house stands wide open, revealing broken windows and signs of a violent struggle in every room. The Slayer lies on the ground amidst the chaos, covered in blood and bruises, their arm clearly broken, cuts scattered across their body, and their clothes torn from the intense battle.

Their breath come in heavy gasps as they struggle to avoid choking on their own blood, teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness.

~ Amisha's senses detect the scent of blood from a considerable distance, prompting her to sprint back as swiftly as possible. Unfortunately, the assailants had already vanished by the time she returned. Hastily, she enters the house and finds her beloved one lying on the floor, shattered and gravely injured. A conflict arises within Amisha, torn between pursuing those responsible for this heinous act and staying to provide assistance. But witnessing her beloved in such a vulnerable state, she could never abandon her in such a manner.

Kneeling beside her loved one, Amisha gently cradles the Slayer's head in her lap, attempting to soothe their labored breathing. She had witnessed her partner's injuries before, but never to this extent. A sharp ache pierces her heart. "It's alright, my love, I'm here with you. I'm sorry, so sorry. You'll be alright, just please don't leave me. I'll find a safe place for you, I'll fetch a healer. You'll recover, I promise… Please…" tears well up in her eyes as fear tightens its grip on her heart.

~ Veleena's trained eyes immediately detect something amiss from the unknown footprints on the doorway. Carefully stepping inside, she hides in the shadows, searching for intruders. Her steps are silent as she avoids the broken glass on the floor. When she spots the Slayer sprawled on the ground, all caution is abandoned. She falls to her knees beside them, her eyes wide with desperation. Uncertain of what to do, her voice comes out slow and low, barely a whisper.

"What happened…? Who…" Her voice trails off as her eyes scan her loved one, who is barely breathing. Her stoic face contorts with despair as she reaches for a clean cloth, gently wiping away the blood from the Slayer's face. "Shhh, I know… Rest now. I'll take care of you, I'll take care of everything."

The night is not over yet; Slayer's blood will not be the last she sees.

~ Khalid enters the house, accompanied by his guards. He doesn't care about the house or the money or the ruined expensive furniture at the moment. He can replace them all, but no amount of money can bring back his loved one. When he finds the Slayer almost unconscious, he immediately orders his guards to bring the best healer and sends others to hunt down the attackers. No one dares to mess with a Xa'aron Prince, and no one hurts his loved ones without facing consequences. He will make sure they pay for their actions with their lives. He spends the next few hours sitting motionless beside his partner, watching as they suffer in their sleep.

~ Veldon went out to purchase a few gifts for his partner and gather ingredients for a special dinner. He always enjoyed taking care of and spoiling his loved ones, so he anticipated a delightful evening as he made his way back home. However, his excitement quickly turned to panic when he noticed the open door and broken windows. Without hesitation, he dropped the bags and rushed inside the house.

His heart sank when he saw the Slayer, covered in blood. Instantly, Veldon scooped up his partner in his strong arms and carried them outside to where his horse was tethered. With great care, he managed to place the Slayer on the saddle and mounted behind them, holding them tightly against his chest. He urged the horse forward, desperately racing towards the castle in search of help.

"No, no, no, no. This is all my fault. I should have been here. I'm so sorry, my love. I have failed once again. Please, stay awake, my darling. Stay with me. Don't speak, don't sleep."

~ Kaellë, filled with fear, musters up courage and enters the house in search of the Slayer. Once she locates them, her professional healer instincts take over, pushing aside her fear and worry. She focuses solely on her task at hand, needing to be composed and efficient.

Within moments, she begins using her healing magic, mending broken bones and closing wounds. Her attention remains fixed on her work, with no distractions or deviations.

After completing her healing, she finally allows herself to release her emotions. Collapsing onto the Slayer, she clings to them tightly, sobbing and pleading.

"Why would you do something so reckless? Don't put me through this, don't fight, just run. I can't bear the thought of losing you, please, I beg you… I cannot fix everything, I cannot fix death."

~ Mauthak is furious. He sees red. He destroys the remaining furniture that the bandits hadn't already broken. With the Slayer in one hand and his great axe in the other, he storms towards the city. After ensuring the Slayer is well taken care of, he follows the attackers. He can't wait to find them and have some fun. Their heads will be on stakes. No one messes with the Master of the Orc army. No one messes with his most precious possession.

~ Secret's eyes sparkle at the sight of the Slayer's blood. Oh, how delicious. But wait, Secret is not the reason why there is blood on the Slayer's body; the Slayer is hurt, suffering. Secret would never allow anyone except themselves to taste the Slayer's blood. Oh, no.

Secret easily lifts the Slayer and gently places them on their bed. They are unsure of how to care for someone who is injured; they don't know how to heal wounds. But Secret knows how to hurt, how to hunt, how to kill. They know how to protect what is theirs and punish those who cross them.

Once Secret discovers the individuals responsible for causing harm to their soulmate, they will not be content with merely inflicting torture and death upon them. No, Secret will relentlessly pursue their entire families, decimate their entire village, and obliterate any trace of their name and existence from the world.

Following this ruthless pursuit, Secret returns home to revel in the comforting presence of their soulmate. They will diligently attend to the Slayer, gently licking and cleaning away the blood and tending to their wounds with as much care as they can.

#kingsdespair if #interactive fiction #twine if #original character #twine game #ask #twine wip #ros #anon #Amisha #Veleena #Khalid #Veldon #Kaellë #Mauthak #Secret