#{Support: Saias}

[always-andromeda]

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 1039

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ You spend a quiet moment showing Abby your Animal Crossing island; a testament to your love for Sanrio characters and your favorite girl.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ on my old sideblog, my sweet Saia requested that I write something with Abby involving Animal Crossing. buuuut, since I've deleted that blog, I thought I'd repost it here! I've made some little edits so it's a bit longer than before; but here it is in all its glory again! this one is entirely dedicated to you, @abbysdolly; thank you for being so lovely and so supportive, dear. I hope you enjoy this again!! alsoooo, divider credits go to @cafekitsune!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ minor swearing, absolute tooth rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

"Fuckin' video games..." Abby spoke under her breath as she fiddled with the controls of her switch. She'd only had it for a few days (thanks to some gentle persuasion from you) but she was already moments away from giving up on it completely.

"What's wrong?" you leaned over from your spot on the couch. Her character now stood blankly in front of her starter tent. You rested your chin on her shoulder, breathing in the pine scent that felt like home to you by now as you tried to see what the problem was.

"There was a scorpion and he just–"

Realizing her plight, you giggled, "Stung you?"

Abby set the console down and reclined back on the couch, taking a deep breath. "How did you get so good at this in the first place?"

"I dunno," you hummed. "You just gotta work on it."

Of course. As much as Abby fancied herself an expert at all things, part of her was alright with taking the loss on this one; especially knowing how happy you got when you finally got to best her at something. You could have this one.

Abby rolled her eyes and continued, "Ah, it's whatever. Show me what you've got on your island, babe." 

Your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed across your face. Letting out a chuckle of her own, Abby swore she'd never get sick of that expression. You picked your own console back up and snuggled closer into her side.

Immediately your fingers flew, maneuvering your character around the screen. Abby smirked, catching a glimpse of the pink bunny that decorated the skin of your console. She never had a single clue how she managed to land a delicate thing like you. It always made her a little afraid of breaking you; something she didn’t worry about with most. She was abrasive and proud of it. But not with you. Never with you. She hooked a strong arm around your frame and pulled you closer.

"The first thing I have to show you..." you trailed off as your character disappeared inside of a pastel pink house. The main room of your house was thoroughly decorated with polka dot wallpaper and white wood floors. Pastel couches and a white coffee table with a decorative cake and tea set on top constituted your home’s living room. Underneath it all, a fluffy looking rug tied the whole soft atmosphere. Except…it didn’t look like any old carpet. It was a picture of some sort of cartoon character tucked inside a bright blue teacup.

Abby squinted. "Who's on the rug?"

You looked up at her, "I've told you about the characters, Bee. Guess."

Noticing the long ears on the character, she spitballed, "Isn't that the bunny? MyMelody?"

"Nooo..." you whined and tapped the decal on your switch. "That's MyMelody. The rug is Cinnamoroll. And he's a puppy, not a bunny."

Abby scoffed, "Well, sounds like I've gotta do more studying."

"Yeah," you replied matter of factly with a glint of pride in your eye, "you really do."

As soon as you showed her around your house, you then graduated to running around your island. You'd sunk hundreds of hours into the game and it showed, considering every nook was themed and immaculately adorned with various trees, bushes, and flowers. She couldn’t help but be a little jealous. It wasn’t fair that these little virtual creatures could live in a paradise, entirely hand crafted by you. That sounded like a dream to her.

"So, this is Toby," you introduced her to a yellow rabbit with big eyes and teal hair. "He's part of the Sanrio set of characters. I'm trying to collect them all."

"Now, that is a bunny. It has to be. Geez, how many bunnies does this brand have?" she grumbled.

You giggled again, "Yes, he's a bunny. But he's based off of Keroppi," you added with a pointed glance in her direction, obviously expecting her to fill in the blank.

Now this is one Abby knew. She blurted out, "The frog!"

"Good job, Bee," you smiled proudly.

"Eh, it's no big deal," she brushed you off with a teasing look that told you she was playing her humility up. She had to preserve some respectability.

Then she watched as your character ran over to a secluded piece of land that looked over the ocean. The sun was setting over your island paradise as your character plopped down on an iron bench. Cut off from the rest of the island by a thick layer of trees, this area was quiet. The normally upbeat music subsided so you and her could clearly hear the wind blowing and the waves crashing. It was strangely kind of…calming.

"This spot is nice," Abby mumbled.

"I made it for us,” you replied quietly.

"For us?"

Your gaze was especially sentimental when you answered, "Yeah! So when you finally visit my island, we'll have a place to sit and watch the ocean."

Abby blinked vacantly. "You know...we can totally do that now too...in real life?"

You chewed on your lip as you watched the screen. "I mean, yeah. Of course. But I want to sit with you and watch the sunset virtually too."

Abby was quiet, thinking about all the hours you put into this endeavor. How patient you had been, sharing all of the things you loved with her. God…how had she been lucky enough to find you again? 

Finally, she spoke, "Ya know...maybe I won't quit the game just yet. At least not until I get to sit on the bench with you...virtually..."

"You're such a goober," you smiled, laid your head back on her chest, and hopped off the bench in game so you could keep showing her around.

Her emotions weren’t showing up too visibly on her face. But she was undoubtedly and thoroughly impressed. For one, she was amazed at your eye for design and the way you coordinated everything without making it look too uptight and proper. Your island felt comfortable, just like how you made her feel. And more than anything, she was happy that it was a kind of comfort you always wanted her to be involved with.

[mia-nina-lilly]

Eu sinto que Cassian nunca vai apoiar Nestha verdadeiramente, sinto que Cass frequentemente se ressente de Nes por ela entrar em conflito com Rhys, pondo-o numa saia-justa entre a "parceira" e o irmão e grão-senhor. Na verdade, depois de toda a porcaria que foi Chamas Prateadas, o capítulo bônus de CC3 deixou isso ainda mais claro, já que a única aliada dela quando Rhys resolveu explodir foi, ao invés de sua família ou seu parceiro, Ember, uma mulher que nunca a tinha visto antes e sequer tinha motivos para defendê-la. Eu ainda não sei porque Nestha se submete a isso, um tratamento constantemente rude por parte do homem que se diz seu companheiro e a família dele, quando podia simplesmente deixá-los, abandonar a Noturna e pedir asilo em outra Corte, para reconstruir a vida em uma delas.

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I feel like Cassian will never truly support Nestha, I feel like Cass often resents Nes for conflicting with Rhys, putting him in a tight spot between the 'mate' and the brother and High Lord. In fact, after all the mess that was Silver Flames, the bonus chapter of CC3 made it even clearer, as her only ally when Rhys decided to explode was, instead of her family or her mate, Ember, a woman who had never seen her before and had no reason to defend her. I still don't know why Nestha submits to this, constant rude treatment from the man who claims to be her companion and his family, when she could simply leave them, abandon the Night Court, and seek asylum in another Court, to rebuild her life in one of them.

[randomnameless]

why don't you want jurgdral remakes? are you afraid they will be localised like fodlan games or modified like shadows of valentia?

Mmh...

Lolcalisation aside, I'd say the biggest thing I'm dreading with those remakes is IS' (if FEH is any indication) willingness to retcon those older games to, I suppose, make them more "trendy" or approchable for a "modern audience".

Sure, FEH might goof here and there, but take the "Miccy founded the DB" take - it's present at least in more than one unit so imo, it's no goof at all, what is it supposed to mean? That a Miccy who is only a person who joins an existing group because she embraces their ideals and thus puts them above her own "need" to hide her existence, as a Branded, is not as... bankable as a Miccy who forms her own ragtag group of randoms to fight against Daein, giving hints at her later role as the leader of the Daein army?

I've ranted enough about IS retconning Lyon and Magvel in general (tfw Eph was caught by Grado lel) but it follows the same pattern, OG!Lyon (and FE8 in general) falls because of his very human and earthly desires - he might have ideals and all, but at the end of the day, he falls because of his love and adoration/obsession for the twins and that is something he cannot fight against - FEH!Lyon sassing Fomortiis is just, no. Fomortiis always has the last laugh in FE8 (at least with Lyon and even, I'd say with the playable cast because, again, his soul isn't erased, he is stuck again in a shiny rock, just like what happened in the lore, and led to Lyon's possession. Who can be sure that in 800 years after Ephraim's adventures, L'Arachel's descendant won't be seduced by Fomortiis' power and free him from his shiny rock, like Lyon did?).

FE15 is its own thing lol - but there is a possibility for Jugdral to be pissed on like Magvel and Tellius were in FEH, and I guess, for any Jugdral fan that's terrible.

Sure, FEH seems to treat Jugdral verse with, uh, careful consideration but hey - if the Ayra wanking is any indication, even Jugdral isn't immune to retcons to make a popular character even more #badass, plot be damned.

Add some eggtivation here'n'there, and I wouldn't be surprised if we had some NPCs or even characters in support dialogues explaining how major holy blooded people aren't always better in the domain corresponding to their holy blood than non HB people because non HB people can bypass their lack of dragon blood with hard work - completely pissing on this core Jugdralian mechanic that was translated in FE4's gameplay by weapon rank.

Is it gatekeeping? idk.

For me, it's just that I fell in Jugdral Hell some years ago (nearly a decade!) and despite its defaults, I still like this verse very much so I'd like a remake that is as faithful as possible to that thing I came to know all those years ago, maybe to exchange with new (and non new lol) fans about that verse!

But if we get, idk, a very #badass Deedee who doesn't, idk, mind killing a kid or two to show how #girlboss she is, well, for me, that wouldn't be Jugdral at all, but some sort of adaptation using those characters but writing them OOC.

Of course I can't say I have a better reading and take on those characters as IS themselves, but after seeing A!Mareeta's FB where she is supposed to be at her best/peak performance, and IS still wrote her to be "below" Ayra in terms of ability when Mareeta's Major Holy Blood means her skills with the blade are naturally superior to her "great aunt" 's skills I still think there's something that's missing.

It's as if we had Reinhardt throw better spells/be stronger at Thunder Magic than Peak!Ishtar, or worse, Azelle on a pony teaching FE5!Saias how to throw fire spells.

It's just, not possible in the Jugdral verse, because Jugdral verse is pretty inequitable and major HB people are cheat codes compared to minor HB people or non HB people. Now with that being said, the story is about what those people with magic blood that are cheat codes do and if they use their powers for good or stupid things. It's not about Midayle finally showing Aidean that his skills with a bow are superior to her sister's so now, he is finally strong enough to protect her from Verdane ruffians.

But after Fodlan's false "yeah but crests aren't the alpha and omega and yet i'm never going to tell you what they do because otherwise my excuse for worldbuildling falls apart", I wouldn't be surprised if Jamke, in a support, would teach Bridget how to use a bow.

:/

So yeah, it's better not to have any remakes.

[louvay]

Thoughts on the roles of Julia and Altena post-game? Strange that they both have holy weapons yet get passed over for their brothers. Would it be better if Altena became the monarch of Thracia rather than Leif, for instance?

Judgral do be weird and maybe even sexist when it comes to the topic of inheritance and who gets to be the heir to a kingdom or house. Julia’s case somewhat makes sense since Seliph was the firstborn of Deirdre and she herself would want to stay at Belhalla to be around her half-brother (including Saias too) so her not wanting to claim Velthomer makes sense from that angle. However, they make no mention of what Altena exactly does aside from support Leif in uniting Thracia and apparently being given “old Thracia’s lands” to govern (Poor Arion). I guess the idea is that each of Quan’s children now control both North and South Thracia in order to try and mend the hostilities both sides have with each other. Fe5 doesn’t really cover much of Altena either and her role in all this since the liberation of Thracia was something Leif fought for while Altena was on the same side as Travant for a long while though through no fault of her own. Northern Thracians would dislike her but Southern Thracians would adore her while the opposite is likely true for Leif.

Though one thing to note about holy blood in the context of Jugdral and its politics is that it’s not really the end all be all of things when it comes to who deserves to rule. Agustria for instance used to have its king be of minor Hezul blood while Nordion’s lords have the major blood yet pledge loyalty to the minor blooded kings. Lewyn, despite having Major Forseti holy blood, is fought against by his two minor blooded uncles for Silesse’s crown and they do have supporters who fight for their ambitions (Dithorba & Pamela). There are even nobles who don’t have Holy blood yet are prominent figures within their country’s politics such as Dorius, who is a count, and Reinhardt who is not only from a noble house but also a venerated figure within the Gelbenritter. Most of Agustria’s lords like MacBeth and Clement also don’t even have Holy blood yet govern their lands as they see fit, it’s quite complicated in hindsight. At the end of the day though, I do think Julia and Altena were somewhat shafted due to how Jugdral society tends to be patriarchal.

…Except for Yngvi. For some reason, even if she has Major Forseti/Bragi blood, Patty will always go and govern Yngvi over Febail if their dad isn’t a commoner.

[mutiarafirdaus]

Harapan Hari Ketujuh

Bacain cerpennya teman teman di #DioramaCareerClass pada seru seru banget!

Memang kebanyakan tulisan tulisan disana bentuknya cerpen dan bukan kisah nyata para penulisnya, tapi biasanya kalo nulis cerpen suka mengutip dari referensi kehidupan nyata orang lain kan ya? Secara itu bukan cerpen fantasi yang tiba tiba tokohnya bisa teleportasi.

Jadi bikin mikir, kehidupan pernikahan nano nano banget ya rasanya, bisa gasi request dibuat simple aja? 🤣

Terus yaudah, saling sayang aja karena kita adalah keluarga. Jangan ada intrik intrik pengkhianatan atau penipuan gitu, juga masing masing fokus dengan perannya. Dan terus belajar untuk mengenali masing masing anggota keluarga.

Kalo ada yang ga sesuai bicarain baik baik jangan pake teriak teriak kayak anak TPA. Sama derai airmatanya tolong dikurangin. Dan peran keluarga, siapapun dia gabisa digantikan sama orang lain, jadi gausah selingkuh selingkuh tolong 🙃

Sejak lahir sampai sekarang aku tidak pernah pacaran. Bukan tipe yang ughtea-ughtea tundukkan wajah dan gegas pergi juga kalo ada laki.

Ya biasa aja, kalo ada perlu ya komunikasi, kalo kocak ya ketawa ngakak, kalo setim ya kerjain bareng, kalo ketemu di jalan ya lewat aja, itu jalanan bukan punya budenya kan. Kalo kedapetan jadi leader ya koar koar depan mereka.

Kalo ada konflik disampaikan baik baik dan buat forum khusus untuk menyelesaikan. Intinya didepan mereka jaga profesionalitas dan kontrol diri, nanti baper bapernya tuangin di tumblr wkwkwk.

Sejujurnya karena terdoktrin novel novel yang dibaca, dulu menganggap pacaran itu bukan sesuatu yang super haram, malah kayak so sweet wkwkwk.

Mohon jangan ditiru karena jahiliyahku dulu sangat buat pusing kepala. Tapi ini edisi ketika masih jadi anak sekolahan ya, jadi sudah sangat lawas pemikirannya 🙂

Tapi kendalanya adalah dulu sekalinya suka sama orang, orangnya suka sama yang lain. Sekalinya disukai orang, malah ngerasa ngeri dan takut sama dia.

Ketika orang yang dulu disukai jadi suka, malah yang ada ilfeel. Pokoknya nggak pernah match antara suka dan disuka, tapi alhamdulillah drama queen ini jadi tidak pernah merasakan pacaran karena ketidak match itu 🤣

Ragam nano nano cerita pernikahan yang kudapat itu, ada yang serumah sama orangtua dan capek diintervensi. Atau pasangan yang ga pernah inget tanggal tanggal penting sehingga mikirnya dia ga dianggap penting (emang berkaitan ya? 😂).

Atau laki lakinya kaku banget bin tertutup, atau yang LDM tapi nggak komunikatif. Atau ibu rumah tangga merasa sendirian dan nggak dihargai.

Atau wanita karir yang merasa letih berkepanjangan dan mikir kok kayak saya saja yang sedang berjuang. Atau sakit yang dideritanya kompleks. Atau orang dari masa lalu datang. Loh emang kalo udah bulat memilih nikah masih ada celah rasa buat orang lain ya?

Aaaa pada ngeri pokoknyaa.

Kukira kalo ngomongin pernikahan, yasudah kita dapat teman baru yang nanti bisa ketawa-ketawa bareng dan tempat curhat aman.

Saling jaga dan support satu sama lain. Dapet partner setoran murojaah secara tatap muka setiap hari. Bisa diskusi lama gapake jamal. Bisa tasmi hafalan tanpa ikutan program.

Jadi boleh ke bioskop karena sama abi ga dikasih restu kesana. Kalo udah nikah kan udah pindah restunya wkwk. Atau jadi bisa naik gunung karena sama umi ga dikasih restu, lagi lagi karena kalo nikah udah pindah pawang izin 🤣

Jadi bisa tata rumah sendiri sesuka hati dan buat peraturan yang disepakati bersama. Atau foto foto lucu dengan baju kembaran. Tapi setelah dipikir bayangan tentang pernikahan versi saia kok masih bocah sekali ya :")

Kalau pasangan gabisa antar-antar, bisa berangkat sendiri. Kalau dia nggak ingat tanggal istimewa, bisa siap siap buat suprise di hari sebelumnya bagi yang inget. Kalo berdua ga inget, mungkin orang lain ada yang ingetin wkwk.

Kalau tinggal bareng orangtua, coba ajak tahsin bareng dan sering sering ngobrol biar hatinya saling terbuka.

Kalau dia lagi capek dan menutup diri, kubisa me time sambil ngemil dan baca buku. Kalau ada lawan jenis yang caper atau mempesona, yaudah emang bukan jodoh kita jadi gausah direspon atau didekati.

Kalau LDM, bisa tinggal bareng keluarga sambil berkreasi dengan aktifitas masing masing atau sambil perang stiker di WA dengan pasangan.

Hahaha bakal diserbu sok tahu sepertinya tulisanku bagi yang sudah berpengalaman menikah ya, mohon dimaafkan anak bayi ini 😂

Dan harapannya, semoga nanti ketika sudah diizinkan Allah ke fase itu, bisa jadi pasangan yang mandiri dan nggak menyusahkan.

Pun dia sebaliknya. Saling sayang dan menjaga kehormatan. Komunikasi lancar dan bisa jadi qurrota ayun bagi orangtua atau mertua.

Punya kakak dan adik ipar yang baik dan kooperatif. Terhindar dari penyakit mematikan atau sejenisnya. Bisa semakin lancar dalam beribadah kepada Allah dan semakin dekat denganNya lewat jalur kesyukuran.

Terhindar dari hutang dan kemaksiatan yang menarik pada deret kemaksiatan lainnya.

Bisa menjadi lentera bagi masyarakat yang keberadaan kami diridhai oleh orang orang shalih dan baik. Dan bisa setia sampai Allah panggil diantara kami, sehingga tak lagi bisa bersama di dunia ini.

Kalau aku sudah meninggal nanti, suamiku silahkan menikah lagi. Tapi kalau aku masih hidup, jangan dulu ya akhee 🤡

#RamadhanPenuhHarapan!

[faulksstuff]

Mari kita usahakan cita-cita itu!

Sebuah kesenangan tersendiri adalah ketika Tuhan mendatangkan kepada kita teman atau orang orang yang support sma apa yang sedang kita kejar, ngajakin tumbuh bareng, dan saling belajar bersama.

Bismillah, semoga ini bisa menjadi awal yang baik untuk saia dalam menjalani proses mengejar cita-cita mulia itu, ya Rabb. 🥺

Terkdang, saya tidak pernah menyangka, hal-hal dan tawaran seperti ini akan hadir mewarnai hidup saya. Farah, dengan pemikirannya yang Pendek, mana mampu berkecimpung dalam hal akademis demikian? Pikirku sembari meng underestimate potensi diriku sendiri.

Syukurlah, Allah hadirkan kepada hamba-Nya yang sering insekyur ini orang orang yang mau ngajakin tumbuh dan belajar bareng.

Terimakasih ya Allaahh. 🥺

Mari kita usahakan terwujud nama kontak yang kau buat itu🫵

[lolasimms]

Hello honey~ ! ♡

Just passing by to say that u are very sweet and that you deserve nothing but the best in this world! Sending u so so much love, love u !!! ♡

-saia ୨୧

My sweet Saia, you’re so kind. Thank you so much for always being such a supportive and kind person. You also deserve nothing but the best, and I hope your week is off to an amazing start <3

[dt75artblog]

saias (to be made into a standee in the future)!

[sublimeflowoftime]

Vicarious Reading Session

Starter for @saionofvalflame

The library was a place that Sothis often avoided. All of the books on the shelves and knowledge readily available to grab only served as a reminder to her that she couldn’t grab it, and there was so much she didn’t know. Both in terms of general knowledge, as well as herself. It was to the point that she had almost convinced herself that she didn’t even know where it was, so obviously she couldn’t go there even if she wanted to! It definitely was not one of the first places she stumbled upon when exploring! What’s a library? Sounds dumb. She would much rather continue to bother the various staff members she could find around the academy.

Unfortunately, the staff that she could find didn’t appreciate her genius solution as much as she did. They would often completely ignore her or find some excuse to leave. Not that she really minded. She was bored, and even negative interactions were entertaining. Besides, it seemed like it was a busy day. Despite her complaints, she understood why they wouldn’t entertain her commentary, so she would just find someone else. The current person she was following was walking somewhere, but she didn’t particularly pay attention as to where. It wasn’t until they closed the door behind them as they went to grab a book from the other side of the library did it truly click. Oh. Okay. Sure why not.

Her moment of realization caused her to lose sight of whoever was being tormented advised by her until now. It’s fine, she can just leave. As Sothis reached for the door handle and pulled, nothing happened. Oh. Again. Right. She can’t move anything. Sothis sighed, accepting she was stuck somewhere that didn’t have anything for her to do. Might as well go find the person who led her here. Before she took off on her quest, she noticed a student staring at her. Wasn’t there a class right now or something? How curious.

Sothis wasted no time to float up behind the student, trying to peer over the students shoulder at whatever book was being held at the moment. “Skipping classes, are we? What could possibly be so interesting as to warrant that?”

[randomnameless]

If we ever get Genealogy remakes (fingers crossed), are there any things you would like the remake to do differently from the original?

Based on your profile pic, I figured you might appreciate a Judgral ask

You can always send me jugdral asks anon ! Party!Julia's from 2014 iirc, when I fell in Jugdral hell and she remained there since then.

As for different things from Fe4...

Well, add more convos between characters, like support convos especially with characters who "are/became" married !

And maybe... Make fire tomes not so damn heavy to the point they're not garbage anymore, ditto with giving one or two more point of weight to wind tomes, jugdral really needs some balancing (but it shouldn't balance the general unfairness that is HB and the associated HW).

Oh, and of course, correct Hilda's major Dain blood lol, and give the ish sibs minor Fala blood (but still nothing for scipio he'll forever remain a joke !).

As for the plot...

It's opening another can, rather, super container of worms anon !

In a nutshell, give more plot importance to Julia so she's not in her own tier anymore, maybe have Tine not join if Arthur is the one who killed Ishtore (give him more relevance damn, Tine is supposed to like/love her cousins but dgaf, after crying for his death for 3 seconds, when the LA wants to recruit her ?), kinslaying being so vile in Jugdral verse, Johan/lva doesn't die when the other is picked up, let's have them maybe be a green unit sometimes met in a castle, or have him lead off screen armies (like they're sent to meet with Leif before Seliph officially rescues him in Fe4) etc...

Oh and unless it's a pure Fe4 remake, incluses elements from Fe5 (with Fe5 remake proper being another game), like the feud between Galzus and Shanan (resolve it ffs, let us have the reason why Shanan's dad slaughtered one of his sisters and threw his nephew in exile, but didn't want the same fate for his other sister), Faerghus shenanigans and, of course, Saias stuff (him joining Julius' side and picking Valflame in the last map, only being recruitable by Julia).

Edit bcs I forgot :

Give Julia the Lord status, aka when she dies it's game over because she's the only one who can use Naga to defeat Loptyr !

For all of the narrative integration in its gameplay, Fe4 really dropped the Ball with having Seliph and pals be able to defeat Julius once he's fully Loptyr'd

[saiacross]

Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 2148 Words : First Work : OC

Chapter 2

Who.... What?

Saia, once a lone fighter, has seamlessly integrated herself into the Winchester brothers' world having earned their respect and trust, as she has become an indispensable ally in the war. Sam, Dean, and Saia, now a well-oiled team forged in the fires of battle, find themselves just outside of a small, forgotten town. Their journey together over the past three months has taken them to countless corners of the country, facing horrors that most could scarcely fathom.

Under the pale glow of the moon, the trio confronts the vampire; a figure of predatory elegance, hisses and bares its fangs, its eyes glinting with malevolence. Saia tightens her grip on her trusty machete, its blade shimmering with the promise of steel meeting flesh.

The vampire lunges forward, its movements a blur of inhuman agility. Saia meets the assault head-on, her muscles coiling like a predator's as she dexterously dodges the vampire's deadly claws. With a swift and calculated motion, she delivers a slashing strike, her machete carving through the air. The blade finds its mark, slicing across the creature's arm, drawing a spatter of dark blood.

But the vampire is no mere foe to be underestimated. In a swift counterattack, it strikes with blistering speed, catching Saia off-guard. Its claws rake across her side, leaving behind deep, searing wounds. Pain courses through her, but she grits her teeth refusing to cry out. Saia staggers backwards unil her back meets a tree, her arm wrapping around her waist to put pressure on the wounds as she stare the vampire down. Their eyes locked, as the vampire grins at its next meal.

Sam, wielding a mighty axe, seizes the opportunity to retaliate. He circles around the vampire, he is quick and direct with a mighty swing, he brings the axe crashing down, the force of the blow resonating through the night. The vampire's arm is severed, a spray of dark blood staining the ground.

Dean, armed with his formidable corbar, steps into the fray, his eyes blazing. He unleashes a barrage of relentless strikes, his weapon meeting the vampire's defenses with resounding impact. Each blow is a testament to Dean's strength, the corbar's serrated edges leaving trails of bloody gashes on the creature's body.

But it is Sam, who delivers the killing blow. With a final, decisive swing of his axe, he aims for the vampire's neck, severing its head from its body in a spray of arterial blood. The creature's lifeless form crumples to the ground, its reign of terror brought to an end.

As the battle subsides, Saia, wounded but unbowed, clutches her side, her breaths ragged. Her gaze meets Sam's eyes, filled with concern the brothers quickly move to her side, their footsteps purposeful but gentle.

Sam kneels down, his eyes scanning Saia's injuries; her shirt had been torn and her side gashed open with three lacerations . He hesitated for a moment.

"Hang in there, Saia. We're gonna take care of you." Sam assured as he removed the open flannel he wore.

"Here, it'll help clean the wound. It's gonna sting, but you're tough. You can handle it." Dean spoke as he retrieves a flask from his inner jacket pocket, pouring a small amount of whiskey onto the flannel before Sam placed it against her side.

Saia grits her teeth, the pain etched across her face as she tosses her head back to meet the tree, but she nods, appreciating the assistance.

"Thanks, guys. I'll be fine. Just need a moment."

 "We need to get you patched up properly, Saia. We've dealt with worse, remember? But right now, let's get you someplace safe." Sam's voice carries a gentle urgency as he speaks, his focus unwavering.

Dean helps Saia to her feet, offering his support as they begin to slowly move away from the scene.

"We'll find a motel nearby. Get you cleaned up and some proper medical supplies. You'll be back on your feet in no time." His voice carries a mix of determination and brotherly concern.

Saia leans on Dean's shoulder, finding solace in their unwavering support.

"I couldn't have asked for better partners. Thanks for having my back, guys." Her voice, though strained, carries a hint of gratitude.

Sam and Dean exchange a glance, their expressions filled with a blend of resolve and camaraderie.

"We're in this together. We'll keep each other safe. That's what family does." Sam chuckled lightly through his words.

"Welcome to the family by the way. We've got your back, always."Dean nods in agreement, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken promises.

With Saia supported between them, Sam and Dean guide her towards the waiting Impala. They carefully help her into the backseat, ensuring her comfort despite her injuries. Dean settles behind the wheel, his eyes focused he starts the engine. The familiar rumbel of the Impala is a comforting sound. Dean glances at Saia through the rearview mirror;

“Just try to take it easy." his voice filled with reassurance.

Sam takes the passenger seat, turning his gaze to Dean, speaking in a hushed tone.

“Those wounds will take a while to heal, they…”  Concern etched across his features as he spoke, but Sam didn’t get the chance to finish before Saia interrupted.

 "I'm tougher than I look. I'll bounce back." She nods, her face pale but resolute.

 "Damn right, you will.” Dean's eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, his voice laced with determination. He then looks to Sam with a stern nod as he processed to speed down the road.

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The Impala cruises into the parking lot of a nearby town’s motel, its neon sign flickering in the darkness. Dean expertly finds a parking spot, and they help Saia out of the car. All while Sam obtains rooms for the night.

They help Saia out of the car, supporting her as they make their way to her room. Inside, the brothers carefully settle Saia onto her bed, surrounding her with an array of medical supplies. Sam's gentle touch and skilled medical hands tend to her wounds, while Dean sets up a makeshift arsenal nearby, ensuring they're ready for any unexpected threats.

 "Just take it easy, and try to get some rest. We'll be right next door keeping watch." Sam explained as he was packing up his med kit.

“If you need anything just holler, and we’ll check in.” Dean's voice carries an air of protection as he adds, reaching out to place a hand on Saia's shoulder.

“Thanks.” Saia said with relief as she closes her eyes, exhaustion washing over her.

Sam and Dean exchange a glance, a silent affirmation of their firm commitment. They settle in, keeping a watchful eye and checking in on Saia as she slept through the night.

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The morning sun casts a warm glow through the curtains of the motel room as Dean gathers a tray of breakfast. A stack of pancakes, a side of crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of coffee are carefully arranged on the tray. Intent on surprising Saia with a delicious meal, Dean knocks lightly on her door, stepping inside without waiting for an answer.

However, as the door swings open, Dean freezes in shock, his eyes widening. Saia, in the midst of changing, stands before him. Saia stops mid movement; with her hands filled with the hem of her shirt lifted just below her chest, her bandages are visible. But something is different. Adorning her head are a pair of exquisite fox ears, twitching slightly in response to the unexpected intrusion. Two fluffy fox tails sway gently behind her, a surprising addition to her form.

Dean's jaw drops, his breakfast-laden hands momentarily wavers. After a moment he pulls the door shut, hand not yet leaving the nod as he attempts to process what he just seen.

“SAM!” Dean hollers to the next room over, his voice catches in his throat as he manages to call out to Sam, his tone filled with disbelief and urgency.

Within seconds, Sam appears at the doorway, concern etched across his face.

“What? Is it Saia? She Okay?” Sam questions, looking to Dean concerned. However, Dean doesn’t answer, and instead Sam is now studying his brothers face.

“Dean? What’s wrong?” Sam’s brow scrunches in confusion; his body a bit more relaxed now, feeling that the issue must not be that dire.

Dean’s lips are pressed tightly together as he tries to figure out the best way to describe what he just saw, before finally coming to the decision to just once again open the motel room door to show him.

“That.” Dean emphasized the single word, his eyes at first not leaving the floor but eventually looking up to Sam, then over to Saia.

“What the hell….?” Sam's voice trails off as he takes in the sight before him—Standing in the middle of the room was Saia in her usual tattered jeans, deep purple t-shirt, black boots with her short brown hair tied back but now she also had fox ears and 2 tails now exposed to both brothers. Dean's shock turns to apprehension in his realization as he looks at Saia.

“Wait a minute... You've been a freaking Kitsune all along?” Dean asked, his tone harsh.

Saia's face pales slightly, her eyes filled with nervous anticipation. She understands their apprehension given their past encounters, her gaze shifting between Sam and Dean. She braces herself for their reaction, her voice trembling slightly as she responds.

“Yes, I am. But please, hear me out. I know what you must think, but I'm different. I would never harm innocent people." Saia was fidgeting with her fingers in front of her, a habit the brothers knew she did whenever she became anxious and one that Dean hated.

“Wait so… so everytime you some how, appeared just in the nick of time, or ‘randomly’ picked up the cold trail…..Huh…” Sam suddenly began to put together all the pieces of the odd events and ‘good luck’ that seemed to come their way when he had hit a dead end; however it didn’t make he feel any better about the situation.

“Yeah…” Saia answered Sam’s unfinished question, her voice cracking slightly. “Heightened senses like being able to see better in the dark then… humans and reflexes including speed.” She would explain though her voice cared guilt now.

“Saia, we've encountered Kitsunes before, and it hasn't exactly ended well. We've seen the havoc they can wreak." Sam's brows furrow, his gaze fixed on Saia as he processes her words.

“Damn right. We're hunters, Saia! Our job is to protect people from creatures like that."  Dean threw his hands in the air as he spoke, motioning to the now closed door to her motel room when he spoke about creatures.

"I understand your concerns, and I respect your duty. But I've proven myself to be different. For the past 3 months I've fought by your side, saved lives, and never once betrayed your trust." Saia takes a step forward, her voice filled with sincerity and determination, she was looking straight at the guys now.

Sam's gaze softens, a glimmer of empathy shining through.

"Saia, we've seen you in action, and you've shown nothing but loyalty and bravery. But this is…. this is big and a lot for us to process." Sam would sigh, as he waved his hand between him and Dean; his feelings mixed about the situation.

“You better be telling the truth, Saia. Because if we find out otherwise..." Dean’s eyes were a combination of caution and sympathy as he point at her, his muscle all tense but not knowing how to finish his statement.

"I swear, Dean. I'll do whatever it takes to prove that I'm on your side. I don't want to lose you guys.” Saia’s voice quivered but her conviction was solid.

Sam nodded his head sternly, his hands were on his hips but now he had began to rub the back of his neck, that was surely tense.

"Look we've faced difficult choices and tough truths before. Let's just take some time to understand this better…” Sam took a deep breath before finishing “but know that we're here for you, Saia."

"Yeah, we're not throwing you to the wolves just yet. But if you cross that line, we won't hesitate." Dean’s gaze soften but his posture was still rugged.

"Thank you, both. I won't let you down. I'm ready to answer any questions you have.." Saia's eyes well up with relief and gratitude, her body finally relaxing.

As the weight of apprehension begins to lift, the trio gathers around the table, ready to cut into discussions and research. Uncertainties still linger, but Sam and Dean's willingness to give Saia a chance marks a turning point in their relationship. Winchester brothers and Saia forge a delicate trust, one built on the understanding that actions speak louder than words.

End Chapter.

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You’re looking a little sus Dedue | dimitri & saias

Dedue was a very special person in Dimitri’s life. No, perhaps one of the most important, next to his own uncle. The prince of Faerghus loved his friends - Ingrid, Sylvain and Felix - dearly, but the events in Duscur and the following rebellion made him feel like a canyon had replaced their bridges. Something felt a bit off between them at times, as if their closeness had vanished or gotten strained.

Or perhaps it was just him overthinking things, as always. 

However Dedue was a different case, but not because of his status as the prince’s vassal. The man of Duscur was literally the rock keeping Dimitri’s life from falling apart- the only person he was able to save from that wretched tragedy, the only light keeping him from losing himself in a forest of darkness and death. It was a very special friendship- but it seemed that only Dimitri saw it that way, since Dedue always insisted in being his vassal rather. It was a little upsetting. He was always following the prince around, always so loyal and willing to protect him, so much that Dimitri almost didn’t know what to do to send him back to Faerghus for a moment of rest.

But well, Dedue was back in the palace now- safe, enjoying some time off his duties. He truly deserved some moments off.

A small smile couldn’t help but form in the prince’s features at the memories involving the man of Duscur, his dear friend. I hope he’s having some fun, a stray thought crossed his mind as he wandered through one of the many halls of the monastery.

It was a quiet afternoon, the building mostly empty save for the guards and clergy- some students here and there. Dimitri himself had only decided to go on a walk because he needed to get some steam off- particularly a headache that decided to form in the middle of his homework essay, now left unfinished on his desk. It would do him well to walk a little, basking in the silence and peace-

His eyes cracked wide open at a voice coming from a room nearby. He couldn’t make out the words but...the tone...

Dedue? Wha- That was Dedue’s voice! It sounded just like him- but wasn’t Dedue in the Kingdom? Did something happen, was this even real or another of his mind’s tricks?

Was Dedue okay?

Dimitri accidentally yet a little bit intentionally tore the door open with his own hands. He really only meant to twist the knob, but the rest came off with it. “Dedue-” 

Greeted by someone who definitely wasn’t Dedue. Someone who didn’t even seem to be from Fódlan, actually.

“Who are you.” 

Ouch, that sounded a bit too dry. “Ah- uh...I am so sorry for this sudden intrusion as well as my rudeness, you just...sound a lot like a dear friend of mine, haha!” He said, with a polite bow. “My name is Dimitri. It is great to meet you.” He kind of threw the torn off doorknob away behind him. He’d help the clergy fix the door later.

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[nappingscholar]

How to Train Your Kinshi

When Linhardt woke up in his room after the mission to the Sealed Forest he was convinced it was a dream. He saw his friends die in front of him, yet everyone was accounted for at the monastery. 

Linhardt would spend more time with his teammates from the mission. There was an unspoken bond that had formed between the group, and even Linhardt couldn’t help passing the time with them. 

It was a beautiful spring night, and Linhardt was half-asleep under a tree next to Saias, who was making idle conversation with him. Linhardt listened to Saias talk, and let out quiet noises of agreement. This was the life he longed for, one full of peaceful naps under a tree.

It must have been an hour for Linhardt to open his eyes. How late was it, he wondered as he yawned and rubbed his eyes. He looked around and noticed Pelleas walking alone. “Where is he heading?” he asked under his breath.

Linhardt glanced over at Saias. The red-head obviously wanted to follow Pelleas. “Fine, you can drag me along...”

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[aegisshielded]

You are Grounded For T(ea)l College || Felix & Saias

Reason and Faith band together to put on this month’s special seminar: the history of tasseomancy! You will be learning the “magic” behind divination and how the old masters used the remains of tea leaves and coffee grounds to predict future events. Just in time for the moon of love, you will all be divining your romantic futures from a delicious cup of white rose tea. [Grants Reason or Faith +1] 

This was such bullshit. 

Felix chewed the inside of his cheek between his molars as his frustration began to bubble up within him, his patience running rapidly thin as the professor droned on about the moon of love and tasseomancy and other divination-related smoke and mirrors. To Felix, it was all bullshit. 

But alas, he was required to attend a special seminar of the professor’s choice after being caught ditching class to go to the training grounds for the third time in a week. Now he was stuck in this classroom where the overwhelming aroma of white rose tea threatened to choke him with its floral stench. It felt as though he’d crashed right into a perfume stall at the market. 

Beside him was Saias, another Blue Lions student--though Felix had spent little to no time socializing with the fellow lion. To be fair, though, he spent little time talking to anyone, really. The only thing he really knew about Saias was that the guy was keen on this kind of stuff (at least, he hoped so. Technically, he only really knew the guy was good with healing magic, and this was somewhat adjacent). Once the professor ceased their ramblings about the lesson, the tea and all necessary items to brew and read its leaves were placed at each station. 

"You any good at making tea?" Felix asked, looking to Saias with bored amber eyes. He hoped the other would say ‘yes’ simply so that he wouldn’t have to deal with smelling the floral tea any more than absolutely necessary. 

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[avemaera]

He's not exactly hungry for barbecue... but Saias would've asked to come, considering this is his father's marriage they're celebrating, of course. So the young, currently redheaded swords-mage finds himself approaching the imperious grill-master with all the shyness of the flowers Saias loves to cultivate. "Hello, Father, I've come to bring you well wishes for your happy marriage!"

Poking his fingertips together, he asks, "May I please have some food? I can't wait to try out your cooking!"

"HELL YEAH BOY, why don't you work the grill for a bit like your old man." alvin and the chipmunks said, handing his son the burger rotational device. "i gotta go see to a man about his hair color and gender anyway."

"FUCK👏IT👏UP👏"

[saionofvalflame]

Even wrapped within the fine papers, Arvis's blood sings along with the tome in his grasp. Saias was born from his union with Aida, and so he would surely be his first son, and Fjalar's next heir. One day Arvis would pass, (and evidently, sooner than he should hope) and Valflame would find her new master. But for now, a different heirloom could be given. "Saias," Arvis speaks quietly, kneeling and brushing back ambered locks. "This is for you." Lady Fjalar's memoirs. It was as much history book as it was spell. It told of her fights alongside the other Crusaders, as well as her studies into magic. Infused with her power, it was a marvel of text. He passes it into his sons hands as he kisses his brow. "On the day of your birth."

Although various people approach him throughout the day to give him well wishes and sometimes gifts, Saias can’t help but feel a bit of nervousness swimming in the pit of his stomach. He hasn’t seen his father yet, and doubt creeps through his mind as to whether or not the man will actually acknowledge the day of his birth. Father’s been affectionate with him after the Sealed Forest, so everything should be all right, right?

And yet he can’t help the anxious thoughts, the ones that insist that the bond they formed during the mission was temporary, that Father’s merely giving out what’s required of him and nothing more, that there is no way the man could ever accept him as legitimate and a son.

He’s sitting on his bench in the Blue Lions’ classroom where his Housemates are throwing him a party when Father finally makes his appearance. Saias glances up at him, his shaking fingers clasped together as his heart rate starts to rise and mind to whirl. Why has the man not appeared until now? He can’t deny the terror forming in his being... but Father’s soft words and gentle touch calm him. Then the elder redhead passes him a book and kisses him on the forehead, and the teen melts at the gesture—and the book! Bragi above, it feels like his very blood has turned to champagne with the way the book makes his power soar! Like a piece of him he didn’t even realize was missing has come back home! Dabbing his hands on his handkerchief, Saias opens the book... and gasps as he skims through it. For all of his anxious thoughts were lies: Father does care, and he cares so much that he gave Saias this precious treasure, meant most likely to be passed down from one Fjalar-blooded to another. In one single action, in this one beautiful gift, Father has declared:

You are my son, and I love you.

Saias bursts into tears and stands up, clutching the memoirs close as he buries his face in his father’s chest, sobbing. All of his gifts today have been so wonderful and meaningful in one way or another, but this? This symbol of love and acceptance from his father? Nothing will ever be able to best it. All he’s wanted most was for his father to love him; now, here on his birthday, he has been blessed with unquestionable proof of that love.

“Thank you—thank you—thank you, Father, thank you, thank you, thank you—I love you, Father, I love you—thank you—thank you...”

No matter what may come next, he can be assured that Father loves him... no matter what.