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aanoia · 2 months ago

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Orphic (pt. 7)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 4,012 warnings; sadness Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5; Pt. 6 I figured it'd be nice to get some other perspectives in here, so I present to you; Ao'nung (cuz I can't help myself), the beautiful L'oa (OC, love her), Tsireya, and Neteyam. (Can you tell I got tired at the end?). Anywho, I kinda love this chapter a ton. Basically italics is like flashbacks, this chapter probably spreads over the time of a few weeks, maybe a month. So they've been on bad terms for a good bit of time. Planning on fixing things (or attempting too) next chapter! (because I want it to be cute when Ao'nung's Soul Brother comes :]) As promised, your long fic...

Ao’nung sighs softly as the undeniably beautiful girl in front of him talks. She has an easy smile on her face as she recounts a story, her and her brother racing on their ilu. It just made him think of Y/n, no matter how hard he tried to get her out of his mind, it seemed impossible. Ever since that night, she’s like a persisting bug, that won’t die even after stomping on it a dozen times. That’s how he felt, hopeless. And it showed.

“Ao’nung, we need to talk.” Tsireya says the moment the marui flap closes. Ao’nung ignores her as he sits in his corner of the room, pulling out his knife to sharpen his spear. Tsireya persists, walking to him and sitting in front of him. “I’m serious. You’re different- I want to know what’s wrong, brother.” She looks at him in worry, her ears flat against her head.

“There’s nothing, ‘Reya. I’m busy, leave me alone.” He says calmly, beginning to slide the blade across the spear.

She tilts her head in disbelief, “It’s Y/n, isn’t it?” She doesn’t miss the way his muscles stiffen, and his cuts become more aggressive. “What happened between you two? Lo'ak said she’s been acting differently as well.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, “Butt out of it. Nothing happened, and even if something did, it’s none of your guys’ business. Leave me alone.”

She frowns deeply, “But Ao’nung everybody notices your changes. You’re becoming…” She hesitates.

“Becoming what?” He hisses, tired of the prying of his private life. He’s allowed to have personal things, and feelings.

Tsireya sighs softly, her eyes lowering to the ground, “The same mean, terrible boy you were before.”

The blade slips and nicks Ao’nung’s thumb, making him yelp in shock and pain. He hisses, tossing the knife to his side as he instinctively raises his knife to his lips. Tsireya gasps softly, reaching for his wrist. He pulls away from her, standing and glaring.

“It’s got nothing to do with you, Tsireya. Stop being annoying, and just let it be.” He storms out of the marui, and if the flaps could slam shut, they’d fall off their hinges.

“Uh, Ao’nung,” The girl’s melodic voice beckons him out of his thoughts, and he raises a single brow. “Are you in there?” She asks, smiling a little.

He hesitates, and clears his throat, “Uhm, yeah, yeah. Your dad won the race.” He lists off unsurely.

Her face falls, “My dad was out hunting. It was my brother.”

Ao’nung pauses, and sighs softly, “I’m sorry, L’oa. My mind has been elsewhere.”

L’oa looks at him sympathetically, and she gently rests her hand on top of his, “Do you want to talk about it? Your mother said it’d be good for us to talk about this kind of stuff with each other. Said it’ll bring us closer.”

Ao’nung pulls his hand away from hers and turns his head, staring out at the water, “It’s none of your concern. Nothing you can fix, anyway.”

She retracts her hand with a frown, “Are you sure? I could at least try to understand.”

Ao’nung’s jaw locks, “I’m sure, L’oa.”

She stares at him for a moment, before nodding, “Okay. Well, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

He nods, not bothering to answer. The truth is, the girl his mother chose for him is an amazing person. She’s beautiful, good at everything she does, kind to everyone, funny, etc. She’s got all the qualities a good mate, and a good Tsahik would have. But as hard as Ao’nung tries to convince himself that he likes her, and that she’s great for him, he just can’t. Because despite how perfect she may be, she’s not Y/n. All he wants is Y/n. Every experience he has with Lo'a, he imagines how Y/n would react. He always knows, too. Whether she’d laugh and smile, or frown and furrow her brows.

Sometimes, when he was alone, he’d imagine her there with him. He’d talk to her and laugh with her. He knows exactly what she’d say back to him. He’d do it in such a way he’s sure that if someone discovered the boy, sitting alone and talking to the air, they’d think he was crazy. But he didn’t care, it seemed to be the only thing keeping him sane. He can’t handle seeing her everyday with her siblings, his sister, Rotxo, or anyone, instead of him.

However, once he sees her eyes he’s reminded of the way they look that night. Filled with tears and the telltale signs of her lies. The night she told him she didn’t care about him, and could never love him. It reminds him of when he left her and beat a poor, innocent tree until his knuckles were raw and covered in blood. He didn’t know what else to do, so he closed his heart off again. Went back to being brooding and angry, to a more severe degree than before. Not even his own family escaped his wrath.

“My son, could you help your mother cook, please?” Ronal asks softly, a tone saved only for her home with her family. If she had eyebrows, one would be raised as she watched her eldest brood in the corner of the marui. He ignores her, simply rolling his eyes and turning his shoulder. He’s sharpening the same spear, which has become ineffective due to its newfound shortness, a consequence of frequent cuts being made.

This catches the attention of Tonowari, and he looks at his son, “Ao’nung, your mother has asked something of you. If you know what’s good for yourself, you’d grant her requests with a smile.” His tone left no room for rebellion, but Ao’nung didn’t care. He ignores his father as well, his slices becoming more aggressive. However, he is careful not to nick his finger again.

Tsireya watches the scene unfold with worry in her eyes. She knows how this goes down, but it's never been this bad. She stands and silently slides out of the marui, slipping out without being noticed. Tonowari strides over to his son, his anger overtaking him and he roughly takes the spear from his son's hands. Ao’nung jumps up, hissing slightly as he reaches for the spear, but his father holds it out of his reach.

Tonowari stands tall, “I am unsure of what is going on with you, Ao’nung, but I am sure that your behavior towards your parents is unacceptable. Whilst I understand you are going through something, some weird teenage phase,” It’s something he and Jake have frequently talked about. “But it does not excuse your cruelty! I will have it no more!” His voice has raised as he spoke, and his chest heaves.

Ao’nung stares at his father, anger radiating off him, “You don’t know anything.” He mutters.

Tonowari tilts his head, “What was that, boy?” Ao’nung meets his eyes, and Tonowari is taken aback at the fire burning within them, “You know nothing! And I am so tired of you acting like you do. You have no idea what is going on in my life. I’m done doing shit for you, I have other things to worry about!” He’s picked up the dirty language from listening to Lo'ak and Tsireya. “You two are shitty parents, and I’m sick of pretending you aren-”

He’s cut off by a sudden stinging in his cheek, and a loud crack echo in the marui. Instinctively, Ao’nung’s hand flies to his cheek, and he looks at his father in shock. Tonowari looks equally as surprised, and soft cries from Ronal are soon the only sound heard. But Ao’nung hears nothing but his heart beating against his chest as he runs out of the marui, leaving behind the leaders of the Omatikaya people, but more importantly, his parents.

“Ao’nung.” L’oa once again breaks him out of his thoughts, this time an angry look is settled on her face. “I’m leaving. I’ll talk to you later, when you can actually focus on me.” The girl stands and stalks off without another word.

Ao’nung, just now registering the situation, sighs deeply. He lays back on the sand and watches the clouds. Sometimes he wonders what it’d be like to fly in them. On one of those ikrans the Sully family came on. Y/n offered once to give him a ride, but he declined out of fear of falling. He realizes now that that fear has held him back his entire life. Since he was a little child, he’s feared doing things differently. He’s been afraid of being his own person, not being the perfect son for his parents. And it made him bitter, so bitter. But now he understands where that fear came from, because he fell for her. He wonders if the brutal pain of landing on the hard ground was worth the temporary freeness flying gave him.

“Ao’nung enough!” His father roars. Once again they were fighting. Ao’nung barely remembers what about, something to do with the lack of fish he brought home for the family. “I don’t know how many times we must have this talk! I see you are hurting, but it does not give you a right to take it out on your family! We are sick and tired of you wreaking havoc in our home. You need to pull yourself together if you ever wish to be Olo’eyktan! Do you hear me, boy?!”

Ao’nung’s chest heaves as his fists clench in anger. He debates hitting his father, but he can’t. His hands won’t move. His aura radiates anger, but more so grief. And slowly the fresh facade he’s built up crumbles. His eyes sting as his bottom lip wobbles. He bites down on it to suppress the cries, but he fails. A small sob escapes his lips, and a tear runs down his face. Tonowari’s face immediately softens, and he pulls his son into a firm hug. The action only makes more tears fall from the boy's eyes, and he hugs back immediately. He holds onto his father tightly, as if he’ll disappear. Ronal watches the scene with wide eyes, unsure of whether to join in comforting her son. The faltering confidence in her decision grows, and she debates on whether her need to be right is really worth her own child's turmoil.

Tonwari rubs his back, whispering quietly, “Sh, it’s okay, my boy. It’s okay.” He mutters softly. He’s reminded of when Ao’nung was a small child, and he cut his leg on a piece of broken coral. To the young boy, it was the worst pain he’s ever experienced. And to Ao’nung now, almost an adult, this was the worst pain he’s ever experienced.

“I’m so-” Ao’nung is cut off by his own cries. “I’m so sorry.” He manages to get out. Guilt, on top of everything else, creeping in.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Ao’nung’s cries bring tears to Tonowari’s eyes. “We forgive you. You’re okay.”

Ronal looks at the ground, closing her eyes. It wasn’t.

L’oa walks home with a heavy heart, and her ears pressed flat against her head. She sighs softly, her feet dragging along the sand. She’s liked Ao’nung for as long as she can remember, since she was a little girl. She had fantasies of one day marrying him and being his Tsahik. So, of course she happily accepted when the current Tsahik came to her family. She had noticed the proximity of the Sully girl and Ao’nung, so she had respectfully backed off, but now she had him. He was finally hers, just as she’s dreamed of.

It felt like a slap in the face as she made the realization that he never really was, and definitely never would be. She can see it in his eyes when she’s around, the longing, heartbroken stare. It hurt her heart, more than she would ever admit. Not that she had anything against the Omatikayen girl, but obviously she’d done something to break the boy. L’oa wished that he could just open his eyes and see her. See that she’s always been there, just waiting for him.

L’oa enters her family marui obliviously, humming quietly to herself. She glances up and freezes in place. In the middle of the marui were three adults kneeling, her mother, father, and the Tsahik. Her posture straightens as her eyes widen slightly. They all looked at her, as if she walked in on a top secret conversation. Her mother beckons her over, pointing to the spot next to her.

She kneels as she addresses the Tsahik, “Tsahik, I See you.” Ronal nods calmly, her face showing no emotion. It unsettled L’oa, but she didn’t speak on it.

“The Tsahik was just speaking to us about a proposition.” Her father says softly, smiling a little at his daughter.

“Whatever for?” She asks curiously, looking at the Tsahik.

“My son needs a mate.” Ronal says stiffly, L’oa’s heart drops. “And I have chosen you to be that for him.”

L’oa doesn’t say anything, taking in her words, “What?”

“I would like you to be my son's mate. You are a good choice. You are smart, and brave, and kind. The village likes you.” L’oa blushes at the praise from the Tsahik.

“Must they mate immediately?” Her mother asks softly, her hand resting on Lo'a’s back.

Ronal shakes her head, almost disgusted by the idea, “Oh, Eywa, no. They will hang out and get to know each other. Learn to love each other. They shall mate when they are ready.”

L’oa’s dad looks at her, “The choice is yours, Lo.”

Every eye in the room was on her, and her palms were slick with sweat. She swallows thickly as she nods, “I- okay. Yeah. I’ll… be his mate.”

Her mother smiles, “Perfect. Thank you, Tsahik, for this visit.”

Ronal nods, and everyone stands, “Thank you, for your daughter.”

“L’oa, walk the Tsahik out.” Her father commands gently, but firmly. L’oa nods, leading Ronal to the flap of the marui.

Before she leaves, Ronal turns around and places her hand on L’oa’s shoulder, “You will be good for my son. Much better than she was.”

She?

L’oa wipes a stray tear from her cheek as she passes by a familiar group of friends. Tsireya notices her and frowns, standing up and running to her.

“L’oa!” She grabs ahold of her friend's arm, tilting her head. “Is everything alright?”

L’oa nods with an easy, practiced smile, “Of course, Tsireya. You?”

Tsireya nods softly, “Would you like to join us?” She moves slightly, so L’oa can see the group. Lo’ak and Neteyam are wrestling “to the death”, and Rotxo laughs as he watches, holding Tuk in his lap. Kiri rolls her eyes as she watches, hiding her amused smile. L’oa’s gaze locks on the final girl, Y/n, as she just watches with a small smile. Seeing the girl she knows Ao’nung’s love just makes the aching in her heart worsen.

L’oa shakes her head, “Thank you for the invite, but I must go. My mother and father are waiting for me at our marui.”

Tsireya sighs and lets her arm go, “Okay. If you ever need me, I’m here.”

L’oa nods, smiling, “Thank you, Tsireya.” She looks over her shoulder at Y/n once again. “But I think I’ll be fine.”

It is widely known how empathetic Tsireya can be. It’s in her nature. The village elders say she gets it from her father, and he was the same way when he was her age. It’s her proudest trait, and sometimes her greatest weakness. She can see her brother’s anger, and feel his grief. And she can feel it from the people around her as well. Her parents, her friends, even the sea seemed sad in a way.

She’d spoken to Lo’ak about it, and it revealed that they feel the same way. Y/n had been acting similarly to Ao’nung, except she’s reclusive, and he’s explosive. She’s learned that Y/n hides away from her family now, and refuses to talk most nights. And she’s explained how Ao’nung is completely the opposite, exploding at his family and storming out of the marui.

Lo’ak softly wipes from Tsireya’s cheeks, “Sh, baby, it’s okay.” He pulls her into his side, rubbing her shoulder gently.

Tsireya heaves a sigh, sniffling softly, “I just don’t understand what happened between them, Lo. And why? They really loved each other.”

Lo’ak frowns deeply, nodding, “Yeah, as much as I hate the idea of fish lips loving my sister, and the other way around, they really did. And he took care of her, made her happy.”

Tsireya smiles a little, “And her, him. He was so bitter before he met her. So mean. She really changed him. And now he’s even worse than before.”

“Yeah.” Lo’ak furrows his brows, “It was all so sudden. The split.”

Tsireya bites her lip as she stares at the water, the dim glow of the foliage underneath the surface lit up her face. Her feet are dipped in, and she relishes in the small comfort of the cool water around her ankles.

“I wish there was something we could do.” She says softly.

Lo’ak kisses the side of her head, “Me too, ‘Reya, me too.”

And after that night her brother and father got in a fight and she ran, she found herself at the Sully's marui. She was unsure who she was there for. Her instinct called for Lo’ak, but when the flap opened and she caught a glimpse of the girl behind Toruk Makto, her name spilled from her lips.

Tsireya was slightly out of breath once she reached the Sully marui. Her eyes were widened, slightly watery as the voices inside the marui stopped upon noticing her outside. She swallowed thickly as soft footsteps neared the flap, and it opened to a tall, deep blue man. She glanced behind Jake, and her eyes caught onto Y/n’s. Lo’ak stood, assuming she was there for him.

“Tsireya, what is it, child?” Jake asks softly, worriedly looking her over in her state.

“I need Y/n.” She says quickly, without thinking. Lo’ak freezes, and all eyes land on Y/n. The girl looks at Tsireya questioningly. “Please, it’s important.”

Jake glances back at his daughter, and she nods, standing slowly. She passes Lo’ak, silently asking him if he knew anything about this. He just shrugs in response. She passes her father, and exits the marui. The flap shuts behind her, and the two can hear the family resume speaking quietly, most likely speculating over what Tsireya could possibly need Y/n for. Tsireya can hear Neteyam guess correctly, saying it’s probably about Ao’nung.

“Tsireya? Is everything okay?” Y/n asks gently. Tsireya focuses on her, and pulls her away from the marui, so no one can listen in.

“It’s about Ao’nung.” Tsireya explains bluntly.

Y/n blinks, “What?”

“He’s going crazy, Y/n. He needs you.” Tsireya takes the girl’s hands, holding them firmly. “I don’t know what stupid thing he probably said to make you leave, but please, please give him another chance.”

She has no way of knowing what the girl is thinking, but her deep frown and the pain in her eyes allows Tsireya to read her. She’s always been good and reading people, and Lo’ak once told her that she reminds him of a skywalker quote “The eyes are the windows into the soul”, and she loved it.

“It’s not-” Y/n inhales deeply. “It wasn’t Ao’nung’s fault. And I can’t go back- I’m so sorry, Tsireya… what’s happening?”

Tsireya’s eyes water, “He’s fighting with his friends, with me, even our parents.”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m so sorry, ‘Reya, there’s nothing I can do.” Her ears flatten against her head, and her brows furrow deeply.

A tear falls down her cheek, “Can I at least know why?”

Y/n hesitates, and shakes her head, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She pulls away from Tsireya. “I need to go back inside. Goodnight, Tsireya.” She goes back inside, tying the flap shut. Tsireya stands there for a moment, her mind racing. She sighs deeply, and heads back to marui to find her parents alone, and her father crying.

Never, in her entire life, had she seen her father crying. Whatever was happening was big, and it caused a shift in the atmosphere of the village. It didn’t take a Tsahik to see that this was against Eywa’s will.

Neteyam’s days drag on, seemingly no end to either one. He spends most of his time being bored at the lack of training to do, or worried about his sister. She’s never been the most outgoing and crazy, but there’s no doubt she’s an extrovert in everything she does once she’s comfortable with you. But now, even with him, she’s quiet and doesn’t seem to want to do anything fun. She’d rather stay in the marui, or relax in the sun. She won’t even ride her ikran, which worried him the most.

Neteyam rests his arms on Y/n’s shoulders from behind, leaning forward, “Come, ride with me. Like the old days, sister.” The old days was almost half a year ago now.

Y/n glances over at him and shrugs him, “I’m busy.”

He raises an invisible brow, “You’re doing nothing.”

She nods, “Exactly. I’m busy doing nothing.”

He deadpans, “Wow, enlightening. You don’t want to ride your ikran again? He’s been squawking at me nonstop. He misses you, little sister.”

Her face doesn’t change, “I’m older than you.”

“But you’re smaller than me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Fuck off, Neteyam.”

He smiles, ruffling her hair, “Come on, seriously. You need a ride, your legs are getting weak. I can see them losing their muscles.”

Y/n glares at Neteyam, “Didn’t I just tell you to fuck off? I don’t want to go flying, let me sit and relax.”

He frowns a little, “Y/n, flying used to be your favorite thing to do- you never missed a chance to be in the air.”

“Key word: used to.” She sighs, lowering to the ground and laying on her back. “Now, leave me be. You’re blocking the sun.”

He purposefully blocks the sun, casting her in his shadow, “What’s happening to you, dude? You’re acting weird. It’s freaking me out.”

She doesn’t respond, closing her eyes and adjusting in the sand to get comfortable. He waits for a second, before sighing and kicking sand on her. He doesn’t wait for her reaction, just walks off towards the small mountain the ikrans were perched on. He can briefly here her scoffing and cursing him out, but he takes his turn in ignoring her. He reaches the ikrans rather quickly, having taken the route many times now.

Y/n’s ikran squawks with hope that his rider is finally here, but his head bows upon just seeing Neteyam. Neteyam frowns and gently pets the beasts head.

“Yeah, I’m disappointed too, bud.” Neteyam sighs, moving to his ikran. He hesitates, it almost doesn’t feel right riding while knowing his sister is hurting so badly. He exhales deeply, and sits, his back against a rock. “I can’t fly with you,” He speaks gently with her ikran. “But I can be with you.”

Maybe if he can’t make his sister feel better, he can make her ikran feel better.

As the days stretch on, the hearts of those around Ao’nung and Y/n remain heavy with unsaid words and broken bonds. Tsireya's quiet concern, Neteyam's silent frustration, and the deep sorrow shared by all have only deepened the divide between the once-close pair. With each passing day, they drift further apart, caught in their own spirals of pain and regret. Yet, in the quiet moments, the longing for what was remains—a faint glimmer of hope that maybe, someday, the wounds will heal, and the space between their hearts will close. Until then, all anyone can do is wait.

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old faces, part three

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: you and Rowan meet again, and deal with the fall-out of your secret.

Warnings: violence, descriptions of violence, death, minor injury, drinking

Word Count: ~5.3k

A/N: more rowaelin in the next chapter! coming late tonight/tomorrow if everything goes according to plan

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True to their word, you didn’t see Aelin or Rowan before their departure yesterday. Fenrys came by once, letting you know they’d spoken to the future Emperor and Empress, and that they’d be keeping an eye out for you. You never saw them, but you sensed their presence. It brought a small bit of comfort. Not enough to let your guard down.

Overwhelmed. That’s how you felt. Ceri and Ani seemed thrilled at the ‘new adventure,’ even more excited it was a secret, that they couldn’t tell anyone exactly when they were leaving and where they were going. Reya had been a mixture of contemplation and excitement but you - you were an anxious mess.

New challenges, and more exposure you couldn't avoid. You were nervous for Ceri, above all. Nervous about how she’d be treated, about what this meant for her. At least she’d have her best friend with her. The vague plan was to visit a few different parts of Terrasen, starting with Orynth, and if the trial went well, it would be a group decision on where to settle.

“You’re nervous.” Reya commented, you shot her a look and she held her hands up in a placating gesture. “Have you decided what to do with your home?”

Home. A pleasant surprise in your mother’s will. A home you fully intended to keep in the family. But, Reya’s asking if you’ll rent it out or not. It would be easy to let magic seal it up, but if you rented it, you could deposit the money into a bank account and leave you with a fund if you ended up back here.

The last week had been a gods-damned whirlwind, giving you barely a moment to rest. Liquidating your assets, downsizing, late nights finishing up projects, informing vendors you’d no longer have goods available, pulling the girls from school, and more.

“Renting would be a good option,” you finally replied. Reya nodded, she was doing the same thing - and you trusted her sister to take care of both properties - for a fee of course. At least there was someone you could trust.

“They’re going stir-crazy,” Reya commented. You could see it too, the frustration on their faces at being cooped up. “The park is right around the corner.”

“It’s risky,” you hesitated.

“We all need it.”

You couldn’t argue with that, or with the excitement on their faces as you told them. Still, you slipped a trusted knife into a sheath under your dress. On the way, Reya reminded them to keep their ‘adventure’ secret. To answer ‘I don’t know,’ if anyone asks questions, and to inform the two of you. No chances.

There were a few other women there you vaguely recognized, and children both Ani and Ceri sprinted towards. They climbed over the various obstacles, running around and making up different games. Ceri, of course, took the lead in organizing everyone, directing them like a general. What would Rowan think if he was here? Probably pride. And maybe alarm at just how wild his daughter ran. Her Fae heritage let run and climb faster, and it took away a certain sense of self-preservation.

“Will she be immortal as well?” Reya murmured quietly.

“Most likely,” you admitted. Maybe in a selfish way, you really hoped she would. If you had to watch her grow old … you shoved the thought to the back of your mind. There was enough to worry about for now.

Three hours later, the two of them exhausted enough energy to start asking for dinner, and agreed to leave. The break was good for you, the fresh air and walk in your city calming your nerves. Another chance to see it - your shelter and safe haven.

Ceri held your hand on the twenty minute walk, chattering about the games she’d played, her enthusiasm and joy confectious. Ani was doing the same to Reya in front of you.

Just around the corner, the hair on the back of your neck pricked. Something was wrong.

“Reya,” you called, voice just drifting over the wind, laced with warning. Her head swirled, the whites around her eyes showing and you mouthed; act natural. Letting your senses take over, you listened in for movements, for heartbeats, for whatever the hell was out there.

A magic you didn’t recognize was present, and probing at the wards on your home. A male, mortal, magic wielder. Across the street, but still too gods-damned close. You needed to get inside, to get into safety.

Throwing up what you hoped was a discreet shield, you kept your pace and body language natural as you approached. First thing you learned; don’t let them know. But, Ceri had picked up on it, her hand tightening around yours, head on a swivel. Quickly, you spared a glance at her; trust me, you tried to say, and she gave you a small nod. You prayed you’d show yourself worthy of that trust in the next few minutes. Maybe some of the emperor and empresses ‘eyes’ were nearby. But, no sense in hoping or relying for something that might not be true.

Thirty paces away, male disappeared, cloaked from your sight- but you could sense his location. Reya fell back with Ani to walk next to you. It was Ceri they were after, and that brought lethal focus to your mind. Let those instincts rise, the instinct to protect your family and friends.

Ten paces, Reya’s nerves were showing but she kept herself loose, putting her trust in you.

Everything happened within a minute, but each second dragged on. You had the seconds to shove them back behind the gate, throwing the wards up. Reya knew to drag the girl’s inside - Ceri’s yells and shouts echoing in your ears. If you went in as well, there wasn’t anyone to stop him from trying to shatter the magic, and you couldn’t do shit from behind them.

The bits of training you picked up over the years came into play, the glint of a knife in front of you, and you thanked the immortal reactions and senses you’d been born with - gifting you an advantage. A knife flew to your shoulder, you dodged, shifting again as he threw another - shallowly slicing across your cheek. You palmed your one fighting knife, the pain fading into the background, and slashed across his forearm, severing his tendons. The dagger clattered, metal echoing off the cobblestones, copper scent filling the air.

He spat a curse, and you danced around each other, before landing another slice. Blood spurted from his arm in rivets - eerily like a fountain, and you heard the whistle.

An archer on the opposite roof, gesturing to the side. They needed a shot that wouldn’t risk hitting you. You hoped they’d leave him alive - you had several questions for him. They got their shot a second later, and you watched as an arrow lodged through the man’s skull, his body flopping to the pavement in front of you. So much for your questions.

You prayed Reya had shielded their view.

A plain-clothed guard was there in seconds, and you let your back hit the wall behind you, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, and used your dress to clean the blood from your knife. It was ruined anyway, a little more blood wouldn’t make a difference. The strange sense and scent of death filled the air as slid it back into your sheath, focusing on one movement at a time, keeping yourself grounded.

You tried, you really tried, not to hate Rowan in that moment. It’s not his fault, not his fault he’s the father. He’d mentioned the target, the risk and dangers, but it hadn’t quite set in until that moment. Stupid, you were stupid for leaving the house. If anything, it was your fault. By some miracle, none of your neighbors were peeking their nosy heads out.

Reya’s muffled voice came from the garden. Gods, she must be screaming at the top of her lungs for you to hear her. You turned, giving her a ‘thumbs up.’ It felt childish, considering someone had just threatened your lives, but she returned with a tense smile, one arm barely holding back a furious Ceri. Ani tucked behind her, head just poking out.

“I’m fine,” you mouthed to your daughter. She signed back - you were a bit surprised she remembered that language, it had been a while since you used it.

You’re bleeding.

Not my blood. I need you to keep Ani calm.

Give her something to do, a task, and she’d focus on it. Sure enough, it worked and she tugged her friend back inside.

The guards had multiplied, at least seven of them on the surrounding street now. And - a certain blonde haired male sprinting down the street. Fenrys stood by your side as you answered all of their questions. The magic shielding the house behind you didn’t waver, not for one second.

“You should get that looked at,” Fenrys murmured, as the body was carted off, a small crowd dispersing, and one official-looking woman promising updates.

“Hm?” Your eyes flicked to him. He gestured to your cheek, to the cut already healing.

“It scarred.”

The small sting had faded to the back of your mind. Frowning, you ran two fingers over your face, an angry raised red line. That shouldn’t be there, not unless … you crouched to the ground, snatching the same knife that cut you.

“Iron,” you murmured.

“Still shouldn’t leave a scar,” Fenrys took a step closer, eyeing the weapon.

You twisted the blade in your hand, surprised the guards hadn’t already picked it up. Marks etched into the handle, marks you recognized.

“He was a magic wielder,” you had his full attention now, “it’s not … cursed, but enchanted to leave a scar.”

Your fist white-knuckled around the handle. He meant to mar your daughter.

“Can you let us inside?” Fenrys requested, distracting you from the pure wrath filling every inch of your body. The guards had finished their questioning, some now obviously stationed down the street - another archer joining the previous one.

You willed the magic to bend slightest bit, enough for the two of you to slip inside, before slamming it shut again.

“How soon can you be ready to leave?” Fenrys’s voice was insistent. You had a feeling he’d drag you to the ship soon if he had to.

“Aren’t we traveling with you?”

Fenrys nodded, and paused for a moment. “Can you be ready tomorrow by dusk?”

You’d wrapped up the last of the ‘official’ business this morning, intending to give you a week to sort things out at a leisurely pace. But, words were too much right now, everything was too gods-damned much, so you answered with a nod. By tomorrow would be stressful, but doable.

“We’ll leave then. I’ll announce we’re leaving at dawn the day after.” Smart, giving a false departure. “Only us, the captain and the crew will know, and they won’t know who it is until we board,” Fenrys continued - maybe more to reassure himself than you. Part of you wondered why he was going through the effort but … Rowan was his bloodsworn brother, maybe he felt some kind of duty to the two of you.

“How’d you get here so quickly?” You asked the question lingering in the back of your mind.

“I didn’t. I was already on my way.” Fenrys’s mouth opened, and you could read the next word,

“Say sorry and I’ll kick you in the balls.”

He winced, and feigned sealing his mouth shut.

The door slammed open, knocking into the wall, and Ceri sprinted out, silver hair flowing behind her. You braced yourself as she slammed into you, arms wrapping around your stomach.

“I kept Ani calm,” she whispered, squeezing you tighter.

“I’m proud of you,” you ran your non-bloody hand through her hair.

After a few minutes, she released you. Her small hand reached up, and you stayed still as she ran a finger on the scar. “Why would he do that?”

When you hesitated, Ceri turned to Fenrys, as if he might have the answer. Her green eyes nearly bore a hole through his head.

“Sometimes people do bad things and we don’t know why,” he answered slowly, “but everyone’s safe now.”

“What happened to him?” She turned back to you.

“He died,” a small tension left your chest - she hadn’t seen it.

“You killed him?” Her head tilted, no judgment - just curiosity and a desire to gather all of the facts.

“No, I didn’t,” you anticipated the next question, “and neither did he. One of the royal guards did.”

Ceri mumbled something suspiciously like; I wish I killed him, and grabbed your hand - dragging you back inside. You shot an alarmed glance at Fenrys, whose mouth curved up at the corners. Seven years old, and already bloodthirsty. Maybe you should’ve questioned what kind of bed-time story Rowan told.

“Just like her father,” he murmured, quiet enough only you heard.

An inelegant snort left you, “I was thinking the same thing.”

Reya’s eyes scanned you from top to bottom, and you were aware of the blood staining your skin and clothes.

“Ceri,” she called, gaining her attention, “can you help me run a bath for your mother?” She looked at you for permission, you forced a soft smile, watching her take off after your friend, Ani’s dark hair flashing as well, never one to be left out.

“Are you going to insist on spending the night?” You didn’t look at him.

An edged chuckle, “I'm afraid I will.”

“Males,” you muttered under your breath, but shot him a grateful smile. Another set of eyes, another person to watch out for Ceri. Not that you’d get any sleep tonight. Reya returned a minute later, shoving a bundle of clothes in your hands, ushering you off towards the bathing room.

Ceri was proud of the rose scents she’d chosen. Once, you’d loved Lilac - but you shedded that when you left Wendlyn. It hadn’t felt right anymore, it felt like an old version of you. The female left behind. Plus, it made you nauseous during your pregnancy.

Fenrys didn’t leave for the rest of the night, entertaining the girls as you and Reya cooked, helping with the dishes, a perfect guest. Even with a spare room available, he insisted he’d crash on the couch closest to the door. He didn’t comment as you exited your room each hour, traveling past the sitting room to peek into where Ani and Ceri slept, both sound asleep.

You caught maybe two or three hours of sleep total, but pure adrenaline kept you going the next morning. It spurred you and Reya into near-frantic packing, listening to Fenrys’s request to stay put when he left for a few hours. One small trunk each, plus one extra for books - your personal ones and school books. Everything else ended up in the attic, sealed off by magic. The tears stayed at bay as you deactivated the wards, dropping off the keys to Reya’s sister - who was informed less than an hour before, and vowed herself to secrecy. Everything about this felt so … cloak and dagger. Ceri and Ani viewed it as some grand adventure, but you and Reya were tense, entire bodies taut with nerves.

With twenty minutes to go, you closed the door to the bathroom, hands bracing on the counter. An angry red scar ran diagonally across your cheek, still slightly lifted from your skin. If you adjusted your hair, just a bit, it mostly cloaked it from sight. Another permanent reminder.

A nondescript carriage, made less discreet by armed guards, picked up the five of you just after sunset and took the long way through the city. It gave you a chance to see everything gaze through the window, making out a few details by moonlight. There’s no telling how long it would be before you see it again. Maybe a year, maybe a decade, but one day you’d at least come back to visit.

Not a permanent goodbye.

Fenrys ushered you onto the ship, joined by a few others you didn’t recognize. Soldiers, disguised as courtiers. Or maybe soldiers turned courtiers.

“Did you send word ahead?” You murmured, the captain directing you to a spot still on deck, but out of the way. The girls bounced with excitement, barely managing to keep themselves still.

“No sense in it,” Fenrys countered, “we’re on the fastest ship available. It would probably get there after us.”

You learned quickly what fastest meant. Magic wielders were on board, the ‘soldier-courtiers.’

Most of the first day was spent holding back Reya and Ani’s hair, convincing them to take some of the nausea tonic you’d brought with you.

The second day, Fenrys showed Ani and Ceri some more advanced self-defense.

The third day, the girls had convinced the sailors to tell them stories.

The fourth, you rolled dice and made bets - Fenrys sharing his liquor with you.

The fifth, you thought you might lose your mind of boredom - until Fenrys dragged you out to see how much self defense you knew. According to him - better than expected. He quickly added a ‘not surprising,’ considering who your father was. That particular detail, you usually forgot about - or tried to.

The next several days passed in similar fashion, interrupted on day eight by Ceri trying desperately to convince you to shift to your animal form - then to teach her to shift to her animal form. It’s too dangerous at sea, you told her. When it didn’t work with you - she moved to Fenrys, who repeated your words, adding that she needed to be a bit older. After that, she gave up, thank the Gods. The last thing you need is to rescue an adolescent bird from the water.

On day twenty, you spotted land. The first look at Terrasen. Mountains, still snow-capped in the summer, green forest, a small city. Illium, according to the maps you’d acquired. Then, you’d cut into the Florine river, taking you right to Orynth. Where you’d reconnect with Rowan and Aelin, and figure out what comes next.

According to Fenrys, it’s normally a two week journey, but they dragged it out enough that the five of you would arrive closer to the expected time, after the rest of their court did. He declined to inform you of that until a few days before.

“Will they know we’re coming?” You asked, propped up against crates, Fenrys stretched out next to you, tan face tilted up towards the sun, Reya on your other side, Ceri and Ani a few paces away, playing a card game they learned the night before.

A genuine friendship had formed between the three of you over the last few weeks. Fenrys could’ve easily ignored you, but instead he sought out both of your company. The girls attached to him as well, eagerly taking in all of his lessons, pestering him with questions about Terrasen, all of which he answered patiently and thoroughly.

“Depends,” he turned to shoot a lazy grin at the two of you, “on how much chaos Aelin decides to cause. It’s been a while since she surprised anyone, I wouldn’t be shocked if she convinced Rowan to keep it a secret.”

Gods, you tilted your head back this time, letting it rest against the top of the crate. There’s a chance you’d arrive to Orynth, the entire court with no fucking idea who you were, who Ceri was. It had the potential to be incredibly awkward, or hilarious. You refused to stress over it, it was out of your hands for now.

Their court gathered to discuss the results of their visit to the southern continent, as planned, arriving earlier that afternoon. The scouts reported the ship carrying Fenrys and company would arrive tomorrow after dusk - perfect timing for a discreet entry. But … two days early. That unsettled both her and Rowan. There wasn’t a good reason for them to arrive early, especially without any kind of notice. Although, with the crew they had - any notice sent would likely arrive after them. Instincts told her something went wrong, and she saw it echoed in Rowan’s face. They tabled it for later. There wasn’t anything they could do until they saw them. Until they had a chance to launch questions at Fenrys.

Aelin wouldn’t call it a fight, but she’d argued with Rowan over whether or not to tell their court about their surprise.

“At least before they arrive, Fireheart,” Rowan sounded exasperated.

“At breakfast, then,” she wound her arms around his neck, tilting her head up to grin at him. Tomorrow, they’d be here, and she was looking forward to your company. Aelin thought she might feel jealous of the connection you shared with Rowan through Ceri, but she didn’t. Instead, she wanted to be your friend - there was something soothing about your company, and she saw why Rowan grew … close to you. Even before she met the two of you, he’d been upfront about how you traced the line between friends and lovers, how you both knew it was a temporary arrangement.

Her mind tried to tell her it was wrong that she felt this comfortable with Rowan being near an ex-lover, that her Fae instincts should be rearing with territorial jealousy. Thankfully they weren’t - otherwise it could make their current situation very difficult.

“Should I be the one to make the announcement?” Rowan pressed a kiss to her hair.

“I’m much better at them,” Aelin gave a smile, honeyed with false innocence.

“You’ve given us enough surprises for a lifetime,” he muttered - but she knew he’d follow her lead. As much as he denied it, Rowan didn’t mind shaking everything up once in a while.

“Evangeline will be excited,” she pressed up on her toes, placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“She’s much older,” he murmured.

“I imagine she’ll take them under her wing.” Aelin pulled back to watch Rowan’s face. Nervous, her mate was nervous, one of the few times she’d seen him like that. It was oddly endearing. She was nervous too, of course, but it was … refreshing to be nervous over something not quite life and death.

She decided now was the wrong time to remind him they’d be able to explore different parts of Terrasen - to decide where they’d want to live after Ceri’s ‘trial.’ If they stayed in Terrasen.

Rowan sensed her shift in mood, and tilted her chin up to look at her. “It’ll be fine.” Aelin forced air in and out of her lungs, and nodded.

“Bed,” he muttered, and tugged her off towards their room.

“What is it?” Aedion sat down his glass, looking between Rowan and Aelin. Rowan kept his mouth shut, sending a pointed look at Aelin. She wanted to make the announcement, she could do it. “Please tell me you’re not planning something,” Aedion groaned.

“It wasn’t planned,” Rowan muttered before he could stop himself.

Aelin’s foot stomped on his insole, and he pinched her thigh under the table.

Aelin propped her forearms on the oak wood, and everyone’s attention turned to her. Their entire court was here - minus Fenrys. Ren, Aedion, Lysandra, Evangeline, Elide, and Lorcan - who wouldn’t let Elide go anywhere alone.

“We have some guests arriving with Fenrys.”

“Who?” Lysandra asked, lifting a glass of water to her lips.

Fuck it, Rowan could say this for himself..

“While we were in Antica, I ran into an old … friend,” Lorcan’s eyes dug a hole into his skull, and he avoided his former commander’s gaze. “I have a seven year old daughter.”

Lysandra yelped and shot back as Aedion spewed water across the table, Elide’s eyes were wide, Lorcan looked contemplative, Ren and Elide blinked several times, Evangeline - as Aelin expected, looked thrilled.

“Ceri, Rowan’s daughter, her mother - y/n, her friend Reya, and her daughter Ani will arrive this evening,” Aelin cut in. Rowan caught Lorcan’s gaze as soon as Aelin said your name. Dark eyes flashed in recognition. Interesting.

Aelin continued to explain the deal they’d come to. His wife even asked if they’d be willing to let the group explore living in their respective lands, conveniently mentioning some of your skill sets and how you’d been open to working here.

“Gods, Aelin.” Aedion sighed at the end. “And Rowan,” he added, ignoring his glare. “A little warning would’ve been nice.”

Still, he had a contemplative look on his face. You’d done the same thing his mother had - to protect his daughter from Maeve. A silent understanding passed through them, that Rowan was getting the chance Gavriel didn’t, that he’d honor it.

“How did she go … undiscovered, in Antica this long?” Ren asked cautiously.

“Well, Sartaq suspected there was a Whitethorn relative living in the city, but as Fenrys said,” Aelin ignored the elbow he discreetly jabbed into her side, “Rowan has an army of cousins - there were plenty of possible sire’s.” That drew a few chuckles and eye rolls.

“She wasn’t going to tell you?” Elide pushed.

“We don’t know.” Aelin said honestly. It was luck … or fate, that he ran into you during that trip. He had a feeling your paths would’ve crossed eventually, but the timeline was pushed up.

“I’m surprised she agreed that quickly,” Lorcan said.

“It wasn’t safe in Antica, anymore. There were already people gathering outside their home.”

“It won’t be completely safe anywhere.” Lysandra replied, “but it’s safer here.”

“Considering who her father was, I imagine she can handle herself,” Lorcan drawled. Aelin’s brow furrowed, and Rowan frowned. He hadn’t shared that, it hadn’t really struck him as particularly important.

“Are you going to explain?” Elide pinned him with a look, and Lorcan - firmly on her leash, kept talking.

“Her father was a skilled warrior. He mated to a demi-Fae from Antica, met while visiting Varese, and finished out his military service not long after,” Lorcan said, adding “he declined the blood oath for centuries, eventually Maeve gave up on him,” as an afterthought.

“Was?” Elide asked quietly.

Lorcan looked at Rowan, almost asking for permission to share this part of your story - or giving him the chance to. He wondered how Lorcan knew, when it took him a lot of convincing to find out.

“Her parents died when she was young,” he made a point to meet each of their eyes. “Don’t push her about it.” His warning tone was enough that nobody, even Aelin, pushed the question further.

Rowan remembered enough to know how you locked up at any mention of their lives and deaths, how it took a decent amount of liquor to pull any personal details out of you. One night - after you’d had a good amount of particularly strong brew, you spilled.

For some reason, Rowan had a fixation on knowing your story. He wanted to know everything he could about you. A terrifying feeling, but he didn’t see the harm in learning, gathering information was a habit built over centuries. Even if this particular story wasn’t pleasant. If it involved you, he wanted to know. Learning your fathers name surprised him, and as soon as you said it - he didn’t know the story, but knew how it ended.

“They bought me time. There must’ve been nearly three hundred of them - mortal soldiers,” one Fae warrior was as good as a hundred mortal soldiers, but against those odds, against three hundred …

“They hit them both with Iron first, and my mother made me promise to run for the hills - told me if I came back I would be dead, and then they would win.” Rowan kept his face neutral, but inside he winced. That was a harsh way to put it, but effective. “I made it to the hills, and hid in a tree. But … I could see everything. Eventually, they were overrun. I watched the whole thing. They spiked their heads on our fence posts, but left the house intact. For seven days, they waited to see if someone would come back. I still don’t know why.”

He did, her father had built a reputation, and wiping out his entire family line would’ve been a prize to them. He didn’t tell you that.

“After I was certain they were gone, I buried them, took what I could carry, and left. I’m still not certain what happened to the rest of the soldiers. Maybe twenty were left by the end.”

Rowan knew. Lorcan hunted them down. Made a brutal example out of them. By the time he opened his mouth to tell you, you were already asleep.

“We could use more women - and females, around here,” Lysandra switched the subject with a grin.

“What’s she like?” Evangeline asked.

“We didn’t get to spend much time with her, but we’ll find out.” Aelin answered.

Time. Rowan would take full advantage of every second he could spend with Ceri. He’d missed too much already.

The ship steadily made its way up the river, your eyes glued on the surroundings. Terrasen was … absolutely beautiful and different than anywhere you’d seen before. Snow, that would be new to you. The sun was setting as you approached the city, steady but slow.

“We’re going to arrive after dark,” Fenrys said, arms propped on the railing next to you. “More discreet.”

You hummed in appreciation before your mood sobered. “Everything’s about to change, isn’t it?”

“No need to be so dramatic,” he tutted, nudging you with his shoulder. “But yes, it is.”

With three hours left, you all disappeared below decks to try and make yourself as … not stinky as possible. As you were making the final approach, Fenrys offered you a small flask. Alcohol - but the scent was barely detectable. Could easily be explained as time spent on a ship. You shot him an incredulous look.

“Liquid courage, they won’t scent it on you.” You stared at him for a few moments, where had he gotten that? “If you don’t want it,” he reached a hand towards it, but you snatched it back - tipping a small bit down your throat. Just enough to take the edge off. You wiped the droplets off with the back of your hand.

“Thank you,” you handed it back, and watched as he took a drink himself.

“For solidarity,” and something else he wasn’t telling you. You decided it’s not your place to push.

It certainly took the edge off as you pulled up to the docks - a carriage waiting to take you right to the castle. It was a comfortable fit with all of you. The two girls pressed their faces against each window, although with the sun already set - they couldn’t see too much.

You knew they got closer, because Fenrys’s shoulders rolled back, his body tilting forward to look out the window. “A few more minutes,” he said. It felt like an hour, but it likely was less than a twenty minute ride. As you approached, each clop of the horse's feet, each turn of the wheel, each small murmur from a driver, all seemed to thunder in your ears.

“Breathe,” Reya whispered next to you, and you forced air in and out of your lungs. You could do this, it would be fine. Ceri’s excited. For her, you reminded yourself. So she can have a father, so Rowan can be a father. For safety. Everything would work out, and you for her, it didn’t feel like a sacrifice. Since you felt her little life growing, you knew there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her. This is no exception, a bit of discomfort you could survive. You’d adjusted before, and you would again now.

Reya grabbed your hand in her own, for her comfort as much as yours, and the two girls squealed as the gates groaned, the carriage passing through. “A better world for us,” she whispered - so low you barely heard it, but squeezed her hand in reply. A safer place for Fae, a place for Reya to find some peace, new things for your daughters to experience.

A hand thumped on the carriage, and Fenrys swung the door open. You breathed in through your nose, out through your mouth. You could do this.

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eywamygoddesswrites · 2 years ago

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— 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 — (tsireya x fem!reader)

pairing: tsireya x fem!human!reader

tags: reading being able to breath pandora air, hand holding :cc, slight angst, but mostly fluff, just tsireya being whipped and fighting for her love

warnings: lowercase intended, slight angst, ronal not accepting

a/n: characters are aged up!

word count: 2.2k

+ gif not mine. ctto.

being the only human that the sully’s brought after they left the forest was certainly a big shock to the metkayina people. they were confused, scared, and angry at the sully’s for bringing a demon that could potentially be the downfall of their clan. despite the reassurance that y/n was born on pandora and didn’t come from earth doesn’t change the fact that she was human.

what helped a bit as she is able to breathe the air of pandora when humans would die mere seconds without the mask, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s a sky person. by tonowari’s kind heart, she was able to stay with the sully’s and learn how the ways of the metkayina.

it was hard. for a 5’2ft human, how was she supposed to swim just as fast as 10ft tall na’vi’s? she can’t tame an ilu since she doesn’t have any queue to use to bond with the animals in pandora. well, it doesn’t matter so long as she rides with her honorary siblings when they need to travel through the water.

during their stay, she unknowingly caught the eyes of a certain metkayina woman. sweet tsireya, younger sister of ao’nung, youngest daughter of the olo’eyktan and tsahik.

tsireya was curious about y/n. how was a human able to breathe pandora air? didn’t they wear masks in order to breathe? did she come from the star or was she born here? do humans wear the same thing as na’vi’s or do they dress up differently?

so many questions that only that human can answer. but how can she approach y/n? she can’t guarantee that y/n’s safe enough to have a chat with but seeing how the sully kids interact with the human, maybe it won’t be a bad thing.

it was training day with the sully’s and y/n was going to practice with them. she won’t be able to hold her breath as long but she tries her best. tsireya can see that and is happy that y/n was learning how to live like her people.

when tsireya saw that y/n was struggling, she swam toward her and helped her keep her head above the water. y/n coughed out the water that came into her mouth while tsireya pats her back to help and comfort the small creature.

“are you okay, tiny paysyul?” the metkayina asked softly, her round eyes full of concern for y/n. once y/n was able to take a deep breath, she nods her head signaling that she was okay. “are you sure?” “yes. thank you so much, reya.” y/n pats tsireya’s arm as a thank you before the na’vi lets her go.

once tsireya had a reasonable distance from her, y/n turned around and her eyes widen and her nose flared, feeling her heart race fast as her mind registered what just happened. neteyam and kiri snorted at the interaction while lo’ak laughs his stomach out. y/n turns to them and snarls before they return back to their training.

ao’nung rolls his eyes as he swam next to his sister. “what was just that?” he asked with a scoff. he hopes it was not what he thinks it is. “just helping a friend out.” tsireya said, not noticing how her voice had a dreamy tone. well, it is what he thinks it is.

everyone had headed off back to their mauri besides y/n, who wanted to stroll for a bit before eating dinner. “you’re just going to see tsireya~” lo’ak says while wiggling his eyebrows before making kissy noises. neteyam and kiri laughed at their brother’s actions while y/n blushed furiously, her cheeks becoming red.

“shut up you skxawng!! i will shove sand down your throat!” y/n screams while punching the bigger na’vi. kiri pulled y/n off of lo’ak before she could actually shove sand down his throat. “just come back before dinner, alright sis?” neteyam gives her a pat on the shoulder before motioning the rest of the sully kids to go home.

y/n walked towards the shore, grabbing some washed-up shells and pearls to give to tuk. maybe she can make a necklace too for a certain someone while she’s at it.

when y/n couldn't hold enough, she sat by the ocean to take a breather before going home. although she missed the forest, this was a nice change of scenery. the beauty of the reef has its own perk just as the forest has its own.

"what has captured the little paysyul's attention that she hasn't come back home with the sully's?" tsireya's sweet voice filled y/n's ears, a smile growing on her face. "hello to you too, miss tsireya." y/n does the 'i see you' motion, the metkayina returning the same gesture, before sitting down beside the human.

"i just wanted to walk around. i also saw some pearls and shells to give tuk. she wanted to make new necklaces and i wanted to help her gather them." she nods towards the pile of pearls and shells, a purplish blue pearl snuggled between her fingers as she used it as a fidget toy.

tsireya hums in response, and a comfortable silence between the two. "i'm sure you can make beautiful accessories back in the forest." tsireya says softly while her hand plays with the water in front of them.

"i'm wearing some of what i made back at home!" y/n exclaims happily as she moves closer to tsireya to show them. stories of how y/n gathered the materials to make the necklace and anklet while explaining the significance of each one.

tsireya listened intently, happy that somehow, she was getting to know this tiny but beautiful being. maybe the questions she had in mind can wait to be asked in the future. for now, this is enough.

hearing each other's stories about their homes and lives made the metkayina and human grow closer. despite living differently, they're similar in their own ways.

gifts became a norm for the two, having at least a small trinket to give before the day ends. it was mostly rings, something y/n had told tsireya the significance of back on earth.

tsireya loved the thought of rings. a sign of promise between two people who will eventually spend the rest of their lives until death.

the thought of marrying y/n had made her heart beat fast. she didn't mind that they wouldn't be able to mate before the eyes of eywa. in fact, the rings might as well be what bonds them for life! so long as she gets to call y/n hers.

y/n had invited tsireya to another walk on the shore. for a while, they weren't able to hang out due to tsireya having lessons with her mom while y/n had her own lessons with the sully's.

they walked for a bit before settling into their usual spot. they brought out the little gift they had made and gave them to one another. this is the 19th ring they have exchanged with each other.

“this is so beautiful!” tsireya exclaimed with excitement as she examined the ring. it had a pearl with an orange tinge with yellow accents when reflected on a certain angle. what held the ring together was some sort of twig then hardened with clay, pieces of shells sprinkled around to reflect shimmers. “i was able to put it on fire so you can use this ring while swimming.” y/n rubbed the back of her neck.

tsireya immediately wore the ring and continued to admire the ring. “this is by far THE best ring ever. thank you so much!” tsireya holds y/n’s hand and gives it a squeeze.

y/n blushed. the metkayina in front of her was so, so beautiful. the ring couldn’t compare to her beauty. nothing else can compare. she reaches out to cup tsireya’s face, the universe held in the pools of her blue eyes.

the comfort between the two was disturbed when they heard ronal’s voice. their eyes widen and they pulled away but it’s too late. the tsahik saw the interaction, anger filling her veins. “what is this?!” ronal walks up to the two and pulled tsireya off the ground.

“we just exchanged some gifts, tsahik.” y/n says, her head down because she can’t look at the older na’vi. ronal glares at the human before looking at her daughter, "you are to never speak to this human. you may continue to teach her our ways, but you are forbidden to speak to them outside the lessons. understood?" tsireya's ears flattened against. "i said, understood?" taireya nods, before ronel pulls her daughter away from y/n.

y/n stood there, the last ring she may as well get from tsireya between her fingers. she brought it up to her lips, a kiss that will never be shared before she goes back to the sully's mauri.

the following weeks were torture for both tsireya and y/n. although y/n accepted the fact that she will never have the chance because of their differences, tsireya believes otherwise. if jake sully, a former sky person now na'vi, was loved by another na'vi, why can't she and y/n?

eywa is a giving mother, a goddess who accepts those who open their hearts. if they can show eywa that what they feel for each other is true, maybe they can have a chance.

but tsireya has one chance to do this, to make things right. she just had to do what her brother does; sneak out during an ungodly hour. it’s out of her character, but she will do it for y/n.

when everybody was asleep, she quietly sneaks out, only to be met by her older brother on the way out. “you know, mom will eventually find out.” he says softly. tsireya thought for a moment before shaking her head. “i would rather take this chance than never try at all.” she looks up to be met by ao’nung looking at her with a smile. “go get her.”

with a smile, she leaves the mauri to go to the sully’s.

upon arriving. she looks through the rooms where the sully’s sleeps. she peaked to see if y/n was there, only to not see her figure. tsireya was confused. where was y/n? why is she out so late?

she walked to their usual spot, y/n wasn’t there. huh. maybe by the rocks? she wasn’t also there. the forest! she might be there. y/n mentioned once to tsireya that she goes to the forest when everything feels too overwhelming.

walking in the forest, she studies the plants she passed by. tsireya remembers how y/n taught her about the plants and little wildlife that pass them by.

upon arriving at where y/n usually stays, she sees a figure sitting by the stream. suddenly, she felt nervous. she was actually doing this. this is now or never. tsireya walked closer to y/n and sat down beside her, a good space between the two.

“it’s so late, tsireya. you should be asleep.” y/n mutters while playing with the fish in the stream. “i should be telling you that.” tsireya says, a chuckle leaving her mouth as the corners curved up.

when she didn’t see y/n react, tsireya moved closer but not too close to where their skins were touching. “look, i know what my mom said awhile back but that doesn’t change the way i feel.”

y/n looks up at the na’vi, her eyebrows furrowed. “your mom is right though. let’s not hurt each other by doing this.” tsireya didn’t budge on how y/n’s tone was. “well, we haven’t tried, haven’t we?” the metkayina offered her hand to the human. y/n takes her hand, warming both tsireya’s cheeks and heart.

“i know getting my mom's approval won’t come easily. i know everyone's view will see this as out of the ordinary. i know that because you’re human, we won’t be able to mate in the eyes of eywa. but, i believe in destiny. i believe that eywa has given us someone and that someone to me is you.”

tsireya stares at y/n’s eyes, one that is full of life, full of love, and full of curiosity. she would do anything and everything just to keep those eyes on her.

“i see you.” she whispers, just for y/n to hear. y/n’s heart beats fast. this is actually happening. but what about the metkayina clan? what were they going to think? what about the sully’s? what about her family? what are they going to think about this?

“hey, look at me.” tsireya says, pulling y/n out of her thoughts. “don’t think of anyone or anything else. it’s just you and me here.” she leans down to rest her forehead against y/n’s.

y/n takes a deep breath before saying the same words that tsireya had longed to hear from her. “i see you, ma tsireya.” the dam that held back tsireya’s tears broke. happiness poured out of the two as they finally hugged each other after weeks of staying away from each other.

“we need to make those rings. the ones that humans use to bind the couple.” tsireya says while holding y/n’s tiny form. “of course, ma tsireya. we’ll make those wedding rings. just for us.”

they shared a kiss only the forest will see. just because they’re different doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try.

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xylianasblog · 1 year ago

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Needy for you

Pairings: AgedUp Tsireya x FemNavi Reader

Summary: Spending time with your favorite person always makes things better. Especially when it was certain things the two of you kept secret.

Warnings: MDNI, Thigh riding, switch reader, switch Reya, scissoring.

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Tap! Tap! Tap!

This is all you can hear as Reya's fingers tap away at the post she’s leaning on, she has a small pout on her lips as she stares off at nothing. You were feeling amused by this so you let her continue to throw the silent tantrum before finally asking any questions.

Setting down the nearly finished pearl and seashell necklace you were making for her. “What’s the matter Reya? You’ve been silently sulking for the last hour.” Her ocean eyes found your pale blue orbs immediately. Your brow bone raised in question as you stared at her, and for a moment she sat there staring back before she sat up straight. You watched the way she leaned forward placing her hands in front of her with a sweet smile on her lips.

“Let’s do something fun!” She squealed. You laughed at her enthusiasm as you turned to face her completely. Giving her your undivided attention as you wait for her to continue. “Like last time. I want to do more things with you.” Back was the nervous demeanor you adored.

“Okay, I think.. I have something for us to do” you said, this caused her ears to perk up.

Moving slowly and carefully to her you smiled shyly, once you were close enough you parted her legs. Placing yourself on her thigh, each of your legs on either side of her. Your hands rested on her face, your fingers rubbing at the side of her cheeks while she stared up at you. Her lips parted and pupils blown wide, she looked absolutely stunning.

She placed her hands on your waist before sliding them down to hold onto your ass. You giggled as you leaned down connecting your lips in a sweet little kiss, one so different from the last kiss you both shared. She whimpered softly into the kiss, the sound had you pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. You forced your tongue into her mouth, tentatively touching your tongue to hers.

Both tongues tangled in a battle for dominance, until finally you won taking control of the now sloppy kiss. Every soft moan and whimper that left her mouth was silenced by the kiss only for her to become needy for more, she bit down on your lip before pulling away. Her eyes were lidded as she stared up at you, her chest rising and falling in soft pants. You ran your fingers over her bottom lip gently as you stared down at her. “So pretty..”

She giggled shyly, her grip on your ass tightening. A soft hum rumbled from her chest as she slowly began grinding you against her thigh. You let out a soft little moan, your grip on her face loosening up just a bit. She smiled up at you, loving the way she could feel your slick pooling against your bottoms, her hands on your ass working to help move your covered pussy along her thigh.

Your hands dropped to her shoulders, gripping onto them for leverage as you moved along her thigh. The friction of your clothes rubbing against your clit had you whimpering, your slick seeping through the material making her thigh wet with your juices.

Soon her hands on your ass disappeared but you never stopped moving, rolling your hips harder with each movement. She began undoing your tewng along with her own, simply letting them drop down.

Your movements stopped momentarily once you were aware of what happened, your grip on her shoulder tightened up once more as you pushed her onto her back. Letting go of her shoulders so you could place one hand around her thigh and the other on her lower abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly letting the feeling of her wet thigh against your clit flood your senses. You whimpered and she moaned now receiving her own feelings of pleasure as your thigh rubbed against her own sopping wet cunt.

Her hand gripped at your thigh as she helped moved her hips, adding to the bits of pleasure you were both experiencing.

You rolled your hips harder pressing yourself closer, the feeling of the pleasure being given and received intensifying. She growled quietly, the small rumble falling from her chest as she threw her head back. “O-oh.. feels so good..” she whined.

You enjoyed watching her writhe in pleasure underneath you, it only added to your own enjoyment of that situation. You applied more pressure for your thigh as you lifted her a little more to making rocking and rolling your hips a bit easier. She cried out her nails digging into the skin of your thigh, the sudden mix of pain with your pleasure had you whimpering, hips stuttering against her thighs.

Your hold on her thigh becomes tighter as you moves faster, the familiar feeling building up along with her own. “Y-yes.. that’s it yawne..” she whispered out through her cries of pleasure.

She raised herself slightly angling her hips for better friction, this had her mumbling while you cried out. The new angle had her reaching her orgasm almost immediately, the stimulation to her sensitive clit mind-blowing. Your orgasm soon followed rushing over you with such intensity you collapsed onto her, she held you close as you both let the feelings of pleasure pass.

Tsireya giggled sweetly, cupping your cheeks to place a soft kiss to your lips. “Mhm.. let’s continue to teach each other new things at our sleepovers. Okay Y/n?”

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#avatar twow #avatar smut #tsireya x reader #lunaskinktober2023 #tsireya smut #avatar #atwow smut

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avatarl0v3r · 2 years ago

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“Navi Can’t Be With Humans”

This is part 2 if you haven’t read part 1 please go back and read so this’ll make sense

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Lo’akxFem!humanReader

warnings/notes: 3 month time skip, cussing, Tsireya still being a bitch , time skip happened in part 1 reader and Lo’ak are 16 now, as i said before i picture y/n as black in all my stories w/o mentioning skin tone or hair type but in this story y/n has curly hair (3b-3c)

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It had been at least 3 months since you seen Lo’ak and all the feelings from the past came back to haunt you, you didn’t realize how much you missed his touch, his smile, the way his tail would slowly wag when he was happy about something, his laugh, the way his eyes would widen in surprise when you showed him something you made or learned, you mostly missed how happy he made you, you excited to visit him your dad made arrangements with Jake just so you could see him, your dad knew how much you cared for Lo’ak maybe even loving him, you’d never admit to that thought that crossed your mind once in awhile.

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Lo’ak missed you just as much when you left he went back to the Lo’ak that first arrived on the beach of the Metkayina village, he would ignore Tsireya he knew she liked him but he didn’t think she liked him that much to where she would hate you, he didn’t know how to feel when she told him that she hated you.

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Lo’ak wanted to ask Tsireya about you because he wanted the two of you to be friends.

But that was not Eywas will.

Lo’ak caught up to Tsireya after you left with Max and Norm hoping she liked you, he found her floating on the clear blue waters her face turned to the sun, Lo’ak couldn’t deny she was beautiful, but he wanted you and only you.

When he approached her she smiled at him when he asked the question the mention of your name made her want to get rid of you so she could have her mate without you being in the way “What do i think of Y/n,” she acted as if she was thinking but she knew what she wanted to say “i hate her. i don’t want her back here, she’s a human Lo’ak you should be with your own kind, like me” she looked at him desperately Lo’ak was confused “Like you?” “Yes ive had feelings since i met you and i thought i almost had you, until that little human girl came along and changed everything.”

Lo’ak could only shake his head in disbelief and walked away and thats why he’s here now ignoring Tisreya’s attempts at talking to him from outside the hut, she huffed in defeat and walked away passing by jake on her way.

Jake walks into the hut watching Tisreya’s fleeing figure walking away from the hut, he looks at Lo’ak and sits by him.

“Lo’ak you need to be nice to reya no matter what, she’s the chiefs daughter, we don’t need you ignoring her to ruin the friendship our families have, understood?” Lo’ak looked at his dad annoyed “dad-“ Jake cut him off “understood” Lo’ak rolled his eyes.

“Yes sir”.

You gabbed some clothes for your avatar stuff you'd wear on a daily basis, your avatar had curly hair like you just longer and styled differently, it had the same nose or as close as it could be having the nose of a Na'vi, same shaped eyes, and lips, the height was taller you standing at 5'8 with your avatar stood at 7'3, you smiled down at it as you watch the people get it ready for linking.

You laid down in the link and cleared your mind when you opened your eyes you were in the other link room, you sat up and grabbed the clothes you'd pick out a little bit before.

You walked out the door breathing in the pandora air.

You knew about quartich being out to find Jake Sully and his family this made you nervous not knowing what would happen to Lo'ak and his family. you found norm taking care of Grace's plants still "hey uncle norm we goin to see Lo'ak again today, right?" he turned to you "yea get ready we'll be staying there for a bit, also your parents are coming".

The way to the village was long but still breath taking it was different this time being taller and able to see more things.

When the helicopter landed you hopped out and stood there in the sun your tail lazily swishing behind you, eyes scanning the crowd of people standing around the helicopter fascinated by the strange object, until they land on one familiar face.

Lo'ak.

with tsireya on his arm, smiling, and holding him close as if it would her last time holding him.

lo'ak's face was the complete opposite of tsireya, but you didnt notice you rolled your eyes looked away from him when you both made eye contact and walked away from his line of sight.

"anything you need help with uncle max?" he looked up at you from his crouching position "yea since you're in your avatar can you grab that bag up there in the back, but be careful it has stuff in there we can use to study the animals here" you smiled and nodded.

after getting everything, you needed for the night Ronal showed you to the hut you'd stay in, Ronal didnt know how to feel about you, max, and norm all being there but Jake talked to her and tonowari and explained that they were close friends and loyal to the Na'vi, tonowari understood and convinced her to allow you all to stay there

later that night you were walking on the beach like you did the first night there when you seen lo'ak running towards you.

you turned to him cocking an eyebrow and stopped in front of you and put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath "so this is your avatar?" you slightly got annoyed "no its my fuckin sister" he put his hands up "i was just asking it looks just like you and has your hair," you laughed at him "and your smile" he said smiling at you.

"god i hope so i-" your words were cut off as you heard rapid footsteps coming towards you and lo'ak and heard the annoying voice of tsireya "lo'ak there you are ive been looking for you everywhere" she said as she grabbed his hand.

your tail flicked annoyingly, and your ears pinned tightly to your head in annoyance, she looked you up and down "why are you talking to her" she said rather rudely as if you weren't standing there.

before lo'ak could respond you spoke up, your voice lacking any emotion "yea you probably have better things to do than talk to me," you brushed passed him "catch you later lo'ak".

and with that you walked back to the village, not evening looking back as you felt lo'aks gaze pierce that back of your skull.

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this one’s shorter but next part will be longer bc that’s when i’m going to end this mini series but anyways, thanks for reading lovely’s <3

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #pandora #lo’ak #jake sully #neteyam #neytiri #kiri sully #tuk sully #loak x reader #atwow loak #loak x y/n

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h4arts · 2 years ago

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sandy hair, tsireya -synopsis: your best friend meets you at your spot the same way she does every night. the only difference is that this time, you leave being more than friends. -warnings: light mentions of jealous reader, fluff, smiley reya

it had been a few weeks since the family of forest na'vi had arrived with the metkayina clan and stolen your best friend away from you. tsireya was such a sweet girl, always helping when asked, and unfortunately for you, had no capacity within herself to be selfish, even just for a day to give herself a break and spend time with you like she normally did before they sully's arrival.

you attended to all your daily responsibilities as normal, but now it was all dull without the laughs shared with your best friend. well, best friend that you had a massive crush on, but you were still trying to figure out the best approach. you had no doubt that your feelings were reciprocated, you saw the way tsireya looked at you compared to all your other friends. but what had scared you as of late was that she might move on to one of the sully boys who couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. it annoyed you to no end, but you couldn't blame him, she was beautiful, with a personality to match. not to mention that she was not tied to you in any way besides being your closest friend.

it had been nearing eclipse as you wandered the beach, taking the all-too familiar route to a hidden waterfall that you and tsireya had claimed as your spot. the two of you had met there every night for years, in fact, you couldn't remember a time either of you had skipped those sacred meetings.

you must have appeared a bit later, or tsireya was early because as you heard the cascading water hit the rocks below, you could see the outline of tsireya's form from the dimming light in the sky.

"you are here!" tsireya turns, a wide smile on her face to match yours as you took your place on a rock beside her.

"of course. i always am." tsireya leans her head on your knee, as the rock you were on provided more height that hers. "what's on your mind, reya?"

"i feel as though i have not seen you." the girl sighs, leaning into your touch as you run a hand through her hair. "i miss you."

"i bet i miss you more." you smile, looking down into tsireya's wide gaze. the reflection of the stars brightly shining in her eyes makes you pause for a moment.

"i do not think that is possible."

"oh really?" somehow, tsireya's smile grows wider at the mischievous glint in your eyes. she no longer leans on your leg as she sits up on the rock beneath her, prepared to take off running. you stay still for a moment, watching her movements until she runs away, leaving you to chase after her.

your laughter echoes through the formation of rocks separating the two of you from your village as your feet carry you across the sand of the beach. you could easily catch up to tsireya if you wanted, but you instead settle for following her, just for now. as desperately as you longed to live in this moment forever, you knew it would not last, so you enjoyed the chase.

tsireya's steps slow eventually, still laughing to the point of her stomach muscles tensing uncomfortably as you tackle her to the sand. however, as you do not move from you place hovering over her, tsireya's laughter dies down, and she becomes nervous at the proximity. you notice as she traces a line with her eyes from the inner corners of your eyes, down the center of your nose to the arch of your lips, and you wonder if now would be a good time to finally tell her how deeply you cared for her, how you hated the time spent away from her that you've lately suffered through.

your choice is made for you though, when tsireya's soft hands gently nudge at your shoulders, signaling for you to move off of her. rolling to the side, you help tsireya sit up from the sand, a small grin forming at the corners of your mouth at the many grains of sand stuck in her long hair. "what?" she frowns, tucking her legs beneath her as she looks at you.

"you have sand all over your hair, syulang." tsireya quickly looks away from you, unsure if it was because of the gentle look you gave her, embarrassment of the mess in her hair, or the fluttery feeling taking over her stomach at the nickname you had called her.

it was not new, you had called her that before, but only rarely. tsireya hadn't heard you call her that since she realized her feelings towards you, and hearing it with a new light made her smile so widely that her cheeks began aching. she did not look back at you, but did not move or protest as you began combing your fingers through her hair, brushing the sand out of her curls.

even after all the sand had been brushed away, you couldn't help but admire the way the starlight seemed to make her glow, white spots dancing across her skin so beautifully, you couldn't find it in yourself to look anywhere but at her. "you're so lovely, reya."

finally, the girl looks at you again, her eyes wide at the sudden words. "hmm?"

"you're always so kind, sometimes i don't understand how someone could be so pure hearted." you begin speaking, before you realize. but you continue, if this all went wrong, you could regret it later. sleep it off and apologize in the morning. "i never understood how you became friends with me, of all the others in the village. you are way too good to be my friend, too good for me." your voice lowers at the end of your sentence, nerves finally catching up to you with what you were about to say, but like always, tsireya is patient with you, not rushing the pause you took to gather your thoughts, though internally she was nearly as nervous as you. "that's why sometimes i wish i didn't like you the way i do, because i'll never be good enough for someone like you. you deserve way more than i could ever have to offer."

"stop." you look at tsireya with wide eyes, fearful you had said something wrong, that she would be upset that you liked her as more than what you were. "you should not speak so lowly of yourself. if i had thought even for a moment that you were not enough for me, we would not be here. if you were less than what i deserved, then why would i care so deeply for you, more than i would any other friend?" unknowingly, tears had begun welling in both your eyes as tsireya spoke her next words softly, to be kept just between the two of you, sacred and reserves only for your ears. "i see you."

"i see you, reya." across from you, tsireya's smile glowed brighter than all the stars in the sky, and in that moment, you swore you could never live a day without her, unsure of how you ever did before you met her. distracting you from your thoughts, tsireya presses a small kiss to your cheek, only a small distance from the corner of your mouth. "missed." you whisper, your grin returning at the small action. your hands find tsireya's as she this time gently kisses your lips, sighing happily as your fingers intertwine with her own. as her lips move with yours, you both feel a rushing feeling that everything that led to this moment was long awaited, and neither of you would trade this for anything. "take off the lessons tomorrow, yeah? stay with me." you ask, looking into the big blue eyes of the girl you had grown to love.

"just this once." as promised, tsireya snuck away with you the next morning, and many mornings after. tonowari and ronal had begun to question why their daughter left the sully children to their own time so early, but decided it was not worth questioning as any time they asked, the only received a wide, un-telling smile from the girl, and they knew the true reason would come out with time.

#tsireya x reader #tsireya #atwow x reader #tsireya x fem!reader

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anotheranonymousquill · 4 months ago

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hi hello STS for you! what can you tell me about your vibey fantasy wip? (the vibes sound *excellent* honestly) are we just roadtripping about it or do they have a Quest going on?

Thanks for asking!

Yes, so I'm thinking it'll be a fairly episodic story with them taking various shepherd type jobs transporting heards of stock across long distances. This'll be cows, sheep, maybe horses or deer ect that you'd find around the globe. But I'm planning to play around with slightly magical or fantasy versions as well.

Think deer with antlers that grow valuable plants and are a sought after material when they naturally shed each year, or your more typical Pegasus.

The vibes I'm going for are high fantasy with a focus on exploring the world and its natural wonder rather than having to save it from some great catastrophe or do war. If that makes sense.

I'm more of a character driven person when it comes to writing, so I've given myself Reya Teran (26f) and her friend/younger brother figure Syon Klau (21m) to explore the world through. Neither of them have a home by this point, and both are fairly happy wandering from place to place so long as they get a bit of adventure along the way. They'll both probably also have some type of powers.

But yeah, it's mostly characters taking once off remote cattle driving jobs with whoever needs some extra hands, visiting small towns, and exploring the land.

I'm having fun with the worldbuilding and plan to play around with the common language being similar to our sign language, with dialect or accent differences depending on your occupation. For example, busy shops in the main parts of town have rapid and small movements to keep up with the noise and pace of their work, while the faming jobs in large open plains or in high wind/bad weather have big clear motions to be understood when shouting is tiresome or can't be heard.

That's most of what I have at the moment, but it's been a heap of fun to brainstorm and worldbuild for even though I haven't worked on it much or had it in mind for very long!

#my wip #writeblr #writing #rambled fantasy wip #storyteller saturday #sorry its late #i forgot to check my inbox and had notifications off #writing rambles #aspiring author

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queenpiranhadon · 1 year ago

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A/N: Hey guys - me and Nyota (the lovely @labaguetteisdabest) decided we would post chapters of SCH weekly on here so you guys can read it! Each chapter alternates between the two MCs’ perspectives, but this one is from our character Apex's perspective. You can find the masterlist here

Warning(s) : Mentions of self-burning (not on purpose), enemies to lovers, fantasy + royal universe, both MCs are cisgender females, and gay. Homophobes stay away!!

Pairing(s): Kaeda x Apex (Kaepex)

“Miss Ape- Adrienne!”

“What is it?” I say, glancing in the mirror before me. Just my luck that I have some dumb appearance to make before I finally get to go home.

I adjust the dark red hair that covers the right side of my disfigured face. My fingers trace the edge of the scar that stretches across, and I shudder. Even after having it for nine years now, it never got more normal.

Perfect, I think. You could barely see my right eye.

My chambermaid, Eudora, waves a hand in front of my face.

“You realize that you need to practice your Reya more, yes?” she questions.

“Yes, I know,” I grumble. “And I need to practice my thermodynamic vision.”

“Stop taking your Reya for granted,” Eudora chides. “Your own brother rejected his and look how he’s turned out.”

A man who has nothing to worry about.

My voice lowers to a mumble. “And I’m starting to wonder if he made the right choice.”

Reyas are only granted to lucky children, each from a different patron god, which depended on your kingdom. Fujimura, my kingdom, has the patron goddess Vohona, the goddess of fire. Which I find mildly ironic, as Fujimura means “wisteria village.”

At this rate, I feel like I would’ve been better off rejecting my Reya. But after my brother – Daxton's – rejection, my parents (Queen Fiamma and King Adish Pyracent) were desperate. And my little brother, Covyn, was only one year old at the time- and according to my parents, another 5-year wait was far too long.

“Adrienne. The faster you get through this, the faster you get home. Your family back in Dodomi eagerly awaits you, I’m sure,” Eudora reminds me. I hate that she’s right.

I make the mistake of looking back at her. Her dark curls spill across her shoulders, and warm brown eyes stand out on her pale face. The bright red flower she keeps tucked behind her right ear falls a little bit, and I want to reach out and fix it. But she would find that weird because she’s not like me.

Eudora pushes her thin, round glasses back a bit and notices me staring at her.... I feel my cheeks warm, and to get out of the awkwardness, I abruptly stand up.

“I should, uh, probably head out to the training grounds for a few more minutes,” I blurt out and dash out of the room.

I walk outside into the bright sunshine, and even though I'm wearing a black turtleneck, I feel comfortable at this temperature.

The orientation of each element’s training area changes daily, so I scan my surroundings, activating my thermodynamic vision. The reds, greens, and blues that replace all other colors are comforting. My eyes are immediately drawn to the deep blues of the ice training area, and lo and behold, there she is.

Kaeda Cynet.

Her and her stupidly shimmering dark hair and her dumb ice-pale skin and sharp eyes.

I can’t stop looking.

Kaeda is the crown princess of Khaenpanii, Fujimura’s rival kingdom. My rival in our quest to become the Syla of our generation.

Power. Strength. Royalty.

The title of Syla bestows a great honor upon you and your kingdom.

And Kaeda’s stupid kingdom keeps stealing the chance away from any other!

Generation after generation, almost every single Syla has come from Khaenpanii. It’s absolutely outrageous. I can remember maybe twice when Fujimura held the title.

I snap myself out of my rant when I finally spot the small flames of the candles I’m well accustomed to training with. Jogging over to them, I switch back to regular vision, taking a moment to adjust to the onslaught of color.

The candles.

The small flame atop them.

It's disappointing, really, that they’re all I’ve been able to train with for ten years now.

A swish of my finger strengthens a flame. Then another. Then the third.

Feed me. Let the flames engulf you. Feed me. Feed me. FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME-

I take a deep breath, and slowly, the starved calls cease.

A triumphant smirk spreads across my face, and I turn my gaze to Kaeda, hoping to see less success over with her. Alas, she turns the cup of water before her into fragile ice.

My thermodynamic vision tells me that the ice is 32º Fahrenheit, which isn’t nearly as good as a typical day. Unfortunately for her, today is exceptionally warm.

I clear my mind and focus on the heated air surrounding me. Fast-moving molecules, as expected. The flames before me have the same result.

I tell myself I need more practice, but truly, I’m ready.

Wandering past Kaeda, I flick my index finger, heating the breeze blowing past her ice block. A frown decorates her typically joyful face when she notices it dripping, and she whips her head around. She sees that I’m the culprit and her frown becomes a sour look.

My face remains devoid of emotion. Her grey-blue eyes stare deep into my bright teal ones, and we maintain eye contact for a second too long. I feel my cheeks heat, and hers take on a slightly red tint.

Kaeda looks away from me and says, “What was that for?!”

I simply reply with, “Revenge.”

And I walk away.

When she’s out of my sight, reaching under my red hair, I touch my scar again. Revenge for giving me this thing.

I had been eight years old, practicing my fire control skills. Growing flames was easy but calming them was a different story.

I stared at the flame before me, struggling to keep my mind over the one of the fire.

Feed me. Feed me. FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME-

This time, I had succumbed to the calls.

The blaze towered before me, and I realized too late that I had set the candle far too close to me. Sparks spewing from the inferno flew onto my face, and to try to protect at least part of my face, I had turned to the left.

By then, the flames had been as tall as me, and the right side of my face exploded in pain. I cried out and focused as much as I could, but to no avail. I couldn’t muster enough focus. It hurt too much.

Why isn’t anyone helping me?

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing for the pain to go away.

“Make it stop!” I wanted to shriek. It hurt too much for me to even utter a single word.

“Adrienne!” Kaeda’s voice filled the air. I heard the sound of the flames crackling to a stop. “Take your hand off your face.”

I gingerly lifted it, like she instructed.

Kaeda gasped, and I kept my eyes shut. If I opened them, it would hurt so much.

“Please, open your eyes. Can you see?” she asked.

“It’ll hurt too much. I don’t want to.” My voice was shaky, and I wasn’t about to start crying in front of Kaeda, with her perfect hair and face and perfect everything.

“Please!” she pleaded. I had reluctantly obeyed, and the shock of pain was less startling than I had expected.

When I looked at the crown princess of Khaenpanii, she almost had... tears in her eyes?

Was she worried about me? Her rival?

I watched as she painted a pained smile on her face, telling me thanks without saying a single word. She lifted her right hand and her fingertips turned paler than before, which was saying something. Kaeda flicked her hand towards the burned side of my face, tiny snowflakes flying out.

I grimaced when they hit my face, and Kaeda began spewing apologies when she saw she had made me hurt more.

My voice was even shakier than before when I said, “I don’t care. P-please just go get someone.”

She had nodded and run off.

I can barely remember what happened next.

I remember the vague sensation of hitting the solid concrete floor, and then darkness.

Waking up and feeling... different.

Feeling... changed.

Feeling... angry.

If Kaeda had been smarter, she would have run to get an adult almost immediately. But no. She just had to go and try to fix this problem herself. She may have only been seven, and slightly more advanced at her Reya than me (of course she was; just a Khaenpanii thing, I suppose), but she should have had enough logic to go and find an adult.

I hate when anyone sees me at my worst, too, and I was definitely at my worst then. Kaeda saw a private part of me that I try as hard as I can to keep to myself, and that alone warranted my loathing towards her.

When I surface from my deep thoughts, I find myself in my room. The pale red walls have been my home for the past 10 years, and I can’t imagine leaving them tomorrow.

All children with Reyas should go to a special school, should they not? We all have abilities that are far too dangerous to be taught at a regular school, after all. The kingdom of Minsare has the patron god Elektras. Anyone who has a Reya and comes from there reigns over lightning and wind. These kids are awfully powerful, and they cannot be trusted around regular schools. Fujimura children also aren’t allowed to go to normal school after the Reya ceremony, as we can summon an inferno in the blink of an eye.

Watarumi is the island where the previously mentioned school is located. It’s not located near the schools back on Dodomi, the mainland, and only people that have been verified and have Reyas can travel there.

For ten years, since I’ve been six, I’ve lived on Watarumi, training every day. I rarely got to visit my family as studies are more important, meaning my little brother, Covyn, has barely seen me. Dax was always hidden away in his room, so I never saw him anyway. But Covyn gets his Reya soon, and I want to be there. Thankfully, I finally leave this isolated island tomorrow, just in time!

Knock knock!

I glance at the door. What do they want?! I think.

“Princess Adrienne?” Eudora’s soft voice strings into my room. My face immediately reddens, recalling what had happened earlier. “You should start packing for tomorrow now! Remember to take all your stuff. Oh, and, just so you know, your appearance has been cancelled because of weather concerns.”

“Oh- er- yes!” I reply awkwardly. I look out the window and find that she’s right. Huge dark clouds are coming this way, ready for a long, thunderous storm.

Packing. Right.

At least I don’t have to socialize more, I think with a hint of disgust at the mere thought that I would have been forced to do the appearance if not for the weather.

I need to stop rambling and start packing.

#star crossed haters #kaeda leona cynet #adrienne “apex” pyracent #kaepex #kaeda x apex #writer #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #female writers #writer stuff #creative writing #writeblr #writing #writers and poets

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titanicfreija · 1 year ago

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"Freija."

"You wanted me to come with you?"

"... Yeah."

"That's fine, I didn't think you'd trust her right off. I don't really expect her to trust you for a little bit, too."

"Huh?"

"You said it-- we're Guardians. She's scared of us and she's right to be."

"Heh."

Upon landing, the Exo looked over her roommate and scowled. "Couldn't be bothered to brush off the ashes of the bodies you leave in your wake?" she grunted unhappily. "You've been tithing with the rest of them."

"You asked me along, the fuck are you getting mad at me for?" The Titan crossed her arms and stuck her nose over Three's protruding brow. "I believe in Eris."

"And you're as stupid as the rest! Thanks for the escort, I think I'm good for now."

"I'm bridging for both of you. You said yourself, you're two inches from the Sword Logic. It's not like I'm gonna proselytize at her."

"T'Ree! Reya!"

The Acolyte appeared nearby, smattered with blood, Hive and human alike. She pointed at the stains and chattered excitedly, still agitated from whatever event.

Jinx took a few seconds to start her translation, apparently not wanting to put in her own words, yet. "I didn't mean to get involved and I didn't kill any Ghosts," Jinx said first. Freija stepped forward and Three stepped back, and Yol stepped sideways to get away. Freija stepped toward again with her hands up.

"Are you hurt?"

"Jinx healed me--" The Ghost's voice changed when she spoke for herself. "First it was Hive that attacked us, because of course they did, but then four Guardians came by and attacked us, too. I had to hide."

Freija breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you learned to do that."

Three fixed a questioning brow at Freija and she gestured with a palm up. "First time I showed up here, the little dumbass flew at me to defend her Guardian's corpse."

Jinx wheeled awkwardly and dropped to shoulder level. "I'm learning."

Yol grunted. "I don't know a direct translation for this word, but it's a swear," Jinx said.

"Everything okay?" Freija asked, looking around.

Jinx wheeled and clacked her chitin together excitedly as Yol cried out. "We wanted to brag! We got our smoke bombs to work perfect and we killed a few and hid until the Guardians sniffed us out, and we sent the Ghosts away." Jinx dropped again and mumbled, "They... Really didn't like talking to me."

"You just sent them away? And they went?" Three asked skeptically.

"Don't be like that," Freija objected, but Yol nodded fiercely.

Jinx translated as Yol yammered as she mimed throwing, then picking up and throwing with effort. "I was fighting the Hive and winning but the Guardians attacked and I stunned them all and killed them with my grenade! Then I threw their bodies off the ledge and into the Miasma and the Ghosts went after them."

Three nodded with an appraising frown. "You got the grenade to work?"

Yol bounced her head and held her hand out to summon the ball of Void, only to collapse.

"That's fine," Three promised. "Just shows she spent the energy already."

"You're so weird," muttered Freija.

"I'm right, too. Was right about you from the start. Hard working, good at heart, young, and stupid. And that's with your half ass attempt to look skeevy."

Freija frowned at her with a rude gesture. "Wasn't skeevy. Rise said to come straight from a strike, so that's what I did."

"Shut up."

The Hunter approached her fellow and clapped her hand on the chitinous back, ready for the noise this time, and Yol glanced back at her with a crooked "smile", an open mouth with a slanted bottom jaw. "Good?" She gestured at the Hive and held her other hand out with her thumb sideways and wobbling.

Yol held her own thumb sideways, bounced it down twice then back up. Three clapped her back again and sat down next to her, doing her best to ignore the size difference, and passing her an Acolyte leg.

Yol blinked at it, then at Three, and pointed at it with a confused grunt.

"Shit, I eat 'em, too," Three said with a shrug, drawing out its arm. Singe marks from where she clearly cooked it on a fire at some point marked the red exoskeleton, but not on Yol's. Three bit into the hard shell and broke it to loosen the green-black flesh.

Yol cheerfully picked the leg up and bit similarly, but used the chitin to cut up and hold the meat while she ate both in a bite.

"They taste like shellfish," Three told Freija, not bothering to see if she had anything to think about it.

"I don't eat shellfish either," replied the Titan.

"Why not? It's like fish-fish except you get to play with it and with a smoother texture and there's this taste that isn't... Seriously?" Three turned back to find Freija lying on her back along a tower turret, idly juggling a hammer.

"Maybe there's a species of shellfish I haven't tried, but the ones I have, I didn't like. Didn't think you'd get over the cannibalism thing so fast." The Awoken lifted her head to reveal the perpetually furrowed brow.

Three shrugged wide and turned to sit right. "I eat 'em, too. They probably evolved cannibalism after long enough, the Hive have been rampaging across the universe for longer than we've been a species."

"Our offshoots of humanity are both new but I get your point," Freija conceded. "I don't eat 'em, so I guess I can see why we have different opinions on 'em."

@annieruok94

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #three #yol #lucent hive #lucent brood

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fmdjinyoung-blog · 7 years ago

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Idolized Preshooting Interview; MARS’ 𝓙𝓲𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

We caught up with the twenty-eight year old to get a glimpse into his thoughts for the upcoming filming of the highly anticipated Idolized documentary.

What is life as an idol like? What are the hardships? What is rewarding?

Jinyoung’s more than thankful that he’s chosen a shirt with so many tailoring details to wear for the sit-down; he’s able to pick at the buttons here and there and to rub his thighs when he’s anxious about an answer. He’s arguably the most professional in approaching his job as an idol; he gives just enough, knows when and how to smile after saying something and where chuckles are appropriate, but the notion of explaining that job is not such an easy thing to get personal about. He gives his manager a questioning look, who urges him to continue, and so he does after clearing his throat. “Ah. Life as an idol is probably as hard as everyone imagines, but the hardships aren’t so bad if you take everything in stride. It’s fun to be on the road but all of the flights get tiring, it’s great to perform but it takes a lot of practice before hand, and it’s important to stay fit even if your body feels strain. There’s pros and cons to everything, right? All of the difficulties go away when you finish promotions or something like that, look back, and think, “Ah, I did it.”” He gets a thumbs-up. It’s a workable answer and more than expected from him.

How would you feel if your future child wanted to be an idol?

The mere assumption of his kin is enough to make a laugh bubble on the tip of his tongue but he lets it die there like a passing wave and instead clears his throat again, turning his head to the side quickly as a cautionary gesture. It’s more than unnerving for the manager who draws attention to himself more and more by the passing minute; he’s coached Jinyoung for this and yet he’s trying to go against the cold, collected image he’s always had. Why now? “If my future child wanted to be an idol, I’d support them. My father supported me in the public eye because everyone else in my family already was. If it was what I wanted to do, he was fine with it. I think there’s a lot of ways to express your love for music, and if that’s the way my child wanted to pursue it, then so be it. As long as they understood what it took and did their best, I’d say that’s alright.”

Do you think the words “artist” and “idol” mean the same thing?

Jinyoung knows how he really feels about this, he’s told his manager in honesty while they were viewing the questions in advance. The man told him to lay it on easy, rather not to be honest at all and to be very non-descript as he always is. Straight faced with stiff nods as they’d discussed. Only he doesn’t do that, for once in his career. “Idol and artist of course aren’t the same thing. They can both work as hard, that’s subjective, but objectively they’re not. An artist channels a lot of creative expression and personal touch into a lot of things. They have to create a brand and a certain image. An idol does those things to a lesser extent. An idol has different responsibilities than an artist, a creator does.” They’ll talk about it in the car.

Are there sides to you your fans don’t see?

This is a question that calms his manager’s heart rate. There’s not much Jinyoung had to say about this subject and the solid look on his face seems to project that now. “I think everyone has sides and parts of them they don’t show everyone, so yes, I probably do. I’d like to think I’m very real in my presentation though. I don’t like changing myself if I don’t have to.”

What do you hope viewers will see through the airing of this show?

His manager’s nervous again to be honest and the way Jinyoung’s cuffing and uncuffing his sleeves shows that he’s not sure about this question. The lower half of the questions Jinyoung simply didn’t have a good answer for. “Um. I hope they see through the airing of this show that...idols are not as superior or perfect as imagined. It’s easy to forget that idols and musicians are people just like everyone else, no matter how talented. This might show a new perspective.”

What do you hope you’ll get out of the experience of the show? Are there any other groups or idols you hope to get the chance to meet more through the show?

“I hope that I can learn how to have fun with others during this experience,” He answers finitely and doesn’t speak for a while, which makes his manager groan. He’s mouthing ‘more,’ so Jinyoung gives him more. “I think sometimes I don’t talk to or text others enough like I know a lot of my members in MARS do. Sometimes I’m all work and no play, which can be a bad thing. Um, I think I’d like to meet anyone more.” ‘More.’ “ I musically admire the women in Lipstick and the men of Decipher seem fun to be around. It would be cool to say hello to them.” He’s shrugging.

How do you feel about the upcoming Hallyu Triple Fantasy Concert in Jeju City?

The what? He was only briefly told about this and perhaps chose to ignore it. It wasn’t like MARS was busy, he just hasn’t taken a look at his agenda book in..forever. “I’m looking forward to it.” He provides and gets a blank expression in return. “It seems like a great opportunity for a lot of fans to come together and enjoy themselves, which is always good.”

Do you have any worries about being followed by cameras for the show?

This is something he can tackle on his own and everyone on the teams’ more than grateful it’s the last question. Jinyoung’s quick and easy to work with, but it’s a bit tense with his manager frantically waving a clipboard around the entire time. “I’m only a tiny, little bit nervous about being followed by cameras because I’m a reserved person. I like down time and I’m not interesting during it, but I’ll do my best. I want to be entertaining. I feel mostly fine though because acting involves a lot of cameras, you know? Acting is like second nature for me, and I even have a few drama prospects coming up. This is a good warm-up, no?”

He’s in his coat, gathered with the team, and in a car within the next five minutes.

#(jin is jin...this was fun to do!#(the graphic took a hundred hours though because im picky #(a bit different from reya's i think #fmdidolizedpre #⚐ - Idolized.#⚐ - Tasks.

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zany-brainy · 2 years ago

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Random Thoughts: I don't think Beatrice would travel (or at least wouldn't go globetrotting) after Adriel's defeat and Ava's departure. There's a few reasons.

Beatrice might be feeling more free to embrace who she is and figure out more about herself outside of her upbringing and role within the OCS but I don't think she'd want to go very far.

Perhaps when Ava told her to live her life she meant for Beatrice to travel the world, to climb mountains, and see sights. Maybe she wanted Beatrice to take a boat down the Amazon, to surf off of Bondi Beach, to meet Mickey Mouse in Florida, and swim in the Blue Grotto.

For Beatrice though, living right now means preparing and learning more in anticipation of the oncoming threat. And learning as much as she can about Reya, her realm, and any others that might be like her or Adriel. Hardest of all is doing all that outside of the OCS but in ways it allows her to pursue these goals in ways that her sisters might not be able to. It also allows her to remain in contact with Jillian Salvius, who distances herself from the OCS for obvious reasons. She's great help in directing Beatrice towards information and the former nun hopes she can help keep the grieving mother grounded.

For Beatrice, living starts small. She doesn't leave the country, too worried of being very far from her sisters. She also wants to learn more about the place she's lived for so long while locked away behind the literal walls of the Cat's Cradle and her own figurative walls. She wants to connect to people the way Mary made look so easy.

Research and training still take up so much time. Especially when Jillian comes calling with a new invention or breakthrough she'd like Beatrice to consult on. But Beatrice finds time to connect. She teaches. Short lessons in self defense in the evening hours at a local dance studio. But it's between these responsibilities that Beatrice partakes and lives.

Little victories, as Ava liked to call them. Little rebellions as Beatrice still thinks of them. Her parents never allowed her many sweets when she was younger. Now Beatrice finds herself indulging in Bubblegum flavored, double scoop, sprinkle covered ice cream here and there. And yes, it mostly just enforces that Mint Chocolate Chip is her favorite but in her mind she can see the snarls her mother would shoot her if she bore witness to some of the overindulgent treats Beatrice had been sampling.

Impulse purchases weren't a consideration for Beatrice but after a particularly trying day at Jillian's lab, she finds herself buying a guitar. It only has a little bit to do with Ava once saying she'd look badass with one and a lot to do with her former classmates' insistence on the pointlessness of the musical arts. Beatrice is awful at playing guitar. Her fingers can't quite find the music and sooner than she'd like she finds herself hiding it in a corner of her apartment.

Silly nicknacks like refrigerator magnets, little figurine statues, and the like were mostly just clutter but Beatrice finds herself picking them up here and there. She holds onto cups and receipts from new restaurants and ships she visits. Mementos of where she's been. It's no great adventure around the world but each little new something Beatrice holds onto makes her feel like she's living a little bit more every day.

She moves cities every few weeks. New places and people, new opportunities, hopefully new leads. New receipts, a new magnet or shot glass. Beatrice still didn't drink but the glasses were small and inoffensive enough not to cause clutter.

She still mourns and still worries and prepares but in between these big responsibilities, the duties she retains in different ways than before. It's silly and insignificant but she lives in these little moments, growing and changing in little ways. Beatrice finds herself waking up later than she ever had in the past, 6:00AM. She doesn't immediately clean every dish the second it reaches the sink.

It's small and ridiculous but these changes were unthinkable to her before. It's not living big or loud or adventuring but for as small as each change is, it's something Beatrice never saw coming. Hell, she gets an Instagram just to take pictures of food and animals she comes across as back up for whenever she has to ditch her current burner phones. They're all little victories day in and day out as she works and trains and learns.

And one day, after what seems like far too long, Beatrice gets to share it all with Ava, whose eyes light up at all the funky shotglasses that line their cabinet. Ava, who insists on what restaurants and cafes Beatrice has to take her back to. Ava, who instantly takes over what she now deems as their Instagram account and shares all their victories going forward, little and big.

#Warrior Nun #Zany Rambles #Random Thoughts #once again #Partially born out of how sad Ava was #is Season 1 when she was trying to choose a place to go with JC #and he had already been everywhere #I imagine Beatrice would want her first time in so many new places #to be with Ava #after so many evenings talks with her about where she wanted to go first #once Adriel was dealt with #By the time the holy war is through Beatrice has a binder #full of their travel plans #Avatrice #Long Post

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hyperfixatedonthings · 2 years ago

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🔥🔥 Hot Take Alert 🔥🔥

Not sure if this has been said. Also I may be thinking about this show too much. This is also a bit of a rant.

In 1x08 when Ava declares that she is going to be the last Warrior Nun, that's her first form of self sacrifice. Whether or not she consciously meant it, she is offering her life in service to the OCS. In doing so she is protecting the others in line behind her. We see that when she asks who is next. Also in the soft way she says "you" when looking at Bea.

Lilith has already sacrificed for the cause. Bea on the other hand, she's been sacrificing parts of herself even before the OCS. Beatrice has sacrificed her needs and her happiness for others for years. I think that was made evident to Ava in their earlier conversation. I don't think Ava wants Beatrice to have to sacrifice anything else. Let alone another Warrior Nun giving their life for the mission.

Flash forward to s2 and, I'm wondering if maybe Reya convinced Ava that once Adriel was gone that there would be no need for the Warrior Nun.

I'm showing my Avatrice bias with this but, maybe that's why Ava finally offers the Halo to Beatrice. For protection. Not from Terasks or Demons but, from any other things she may face. Including but not limited to, hangovers, a scraped knee, broken ankle, etc.

We know that Ava has to have at least considered that if the Halo is removed, she will die. The Halo offered her a second chance at life. It makes sense that she would believe it would do the same for Beatrice. Also Ava doesn't ask Beatrice to be the new Warrior Nun in that moment, just to take the Halo.

On top of that, this show LOVES a good parallel. Their final scene together is very reminiscent of Shannon's death. However, around Shannon people were arguing about the protocol/process of receiving the Halo. This time around we watch as they discuss giving up the Halo. Not only are the discussions different but, so is the language used to frame the Halo. It's less of a holy relic that bestows great power by rite. In s2 it's more akin to an Iron Man suit. With it comes great power and responsibility (different hero, ik 😆) I'm loosely including Mother Superion's story (see 2x06) as evidence of this. It's not a perfect fit but, I see shades of the same idea.

What I'm saying is that Ava is still sacrificing herself for the Warrior Nuns of the future like s1. This would also explain why Ava is so at peace with the plan after talking to Reya —when she was not at any point beforehand.

tl;dr: General WN overthinking = Ava has been sacrificing herself for others since s1. Avatrice Simp = Ava and Bea have been saving each other since s1. Bea is just less subtle about it.

#idk #just me thinking wn thoughts #also just me realizing how much s1 sets up s2 #go off simon berry #warrior nun meta #wn 1x08 #wn 2x06 #avatrice #warrior nun

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contents404 · 2 years ago

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I like Vincent. He's human.

Not villain, not hero, just human. Vincent watches and thinks by himself. He wants salvation, afraid his darkness never gonna go.

His turning point is not simple as he said the moment Duretti was murdered on camera. It's long set since S1E8. Since the unhearable words from Adriel reached his ear. His face was sad like someone knowing there was nothing he can do, like he tried but he gave up, like there was nothing left in him.

We still don't know what Adriel told him. But it's obviously important to him since he brings that up to Adriel just before the big show.

Vincent's line to Adriel in S1E8 sounds like he was trying to help Adriel get back to “Haven” or wherever he came from to unite with his people. While instead, he stayed and used fear to manipulate people, gather prayer, and built a cult...

You can’t tell me Vincent never thinks any bit of it. Cause if so, he wouldn’t restart drinking but didn't stop again.

Mother Superion’s word makes him face all those little unsettling things he tried to ignore and tried to not think about. They got him to really think about all the things Adriel actually did since he “returned”. They apparently are not what Adriel has promised to him, personally. So he went to Adriel and asked “What about compassion?” and “Do you remember what you told me that night?”

That's a very important scene for Vincent. It shows how Adriel pushes Vincent away by dismissing him without real answers, by don’t remember his own lies, and by intentionally mentioning his will to replace God. And Vincent finally realizes and has to face the fact that this as divine being as this man is might not be his salvation after all. He has to face his own darkness again. And they used their differences in clothes choices to show that Vincent and Adriel may be completely different.

“Such a shame, I really like the suit.” is the no-returning point for this short partnership.

Duretti’s murder is but nails in the coffin.

Vincent as a man has the last bit of him tough and brave enough to admit this whole thing is a wrong choice and bad and disastrous. And he has that in him to go back to the OCS with Ava. That's something most human beings won’t do. It's much easier to start a new resistance than go back to the people you once betrayed. At least emotionally.

I personally kinda of hope to see him betray everyone again in the future. But that might means OCS gone too far in his eyes? I don't want that. But betraying everyone for Reya sounds okay. While I don't know why we fighting Reya though. I kinda of have this theory that Reya might be the whole realm. I don't have solid proof but Micheal’s word-choosing so is nothing but an HC.

Anyway, I want surprises in S3. Let the whole team blow my mind with good surprises. I’d say thank you.

#warrior nun #father vincent

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Fake Marriage

(A/N): It's me, finally writing again! This was requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Spencer's oldest daughter's boyfriend marries the younger one jokingly. But what happens, when they notice that she didn't get the joking part?

Warnings: Sad toddler (lmk if there is something else)

Wordcount: 1.1k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________

(Y/N)’s greatest role model is her older sister, Mireya. Even though they have a huge age gap of twelve years between them, they are inseparable. That’s why the four year old is pretty upset when the teenager is out with her boyfriend.

“Daddy, when will Mireya come home? I have to show her the picture I drew of her and me in kindergarten.” Spencer watches the toddler climbing onto the chair next to him, making sure she doesn’t fall off. Quickly he shuffles all the crime scene photos and reports into the case file he has to finish in order to get the day of Halloween off.

The father can only hope he was fast enough, ever since (Y/N) started reading on an advanced level no written word is safe from her, even though some meanings are too dark for her innocent soul.

“After dinner, when you are already asleep, Honey. Do you want to give it to her yourself tomorrow morning or should I do it?” The girl huffed at that answer. It takes everything in Spencer to stop himself from smiling. After all, her ‘mad’ face looks more like an angry puppy.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’ll do it tomorrow. It is so unfair, now that she has that stupid boy I don’t see her anymore. Can you make them break up, Daddy?”

Spencer smiles at her proposal. “You know, Honey, I’m also bummed out that Mireya is not home as much as she used to”, he starts to explain the situation to her, “But we have to accept that she is growing up. And you already met Joshua, he is really nice to your sister. You even told me that you liked him as her boyfriend.” The father picks her up from her seat and places the child into his own lap.

She cuddles into his chest. “Boys are still dumb.” Silently the father hopes that (Y/N) is going to keep that opinion for a few years longer. Or better forever.

It is a week now until Halloween and Mireya has Joshua over for dinner. “Sweetheart, do you know what you want to dress up as?” Spencer asks the toddler as he puts veggies onto her plate. (Y/N) looks a little weary of it before answering.

“I wanna be the same Reya will be!” She says excitedly. Every year since she was born, the sisters had matching costumes. One time the girl was dressed as a koala baby and the teenager was the matching koala mother. It’s kind of needless to say that (Y/N) sat the whole night on her back.

Mireya glances at her boyfriend. “Uhm, actually Joshua and I wanted to dress as an old married couple, you know. I didn’t really plan on us matching again”, she explains while biting her lip, afraid of her sister’s reaction.

(Y/N) visibly shrunks at that. “Oh, I-I uhm. OK.” Silence falls upon the table, everyone is a little unsure on how to approach the toddler. “Are you really married?” She asks suddenly.

Her sister chokes on the sip of water she just took while Joshua tries to not turn beet red. “I- We aren’t, Peanut. Why do you wanna know?” He answers. “Because I wanna marry someone too!” The toddler says with such confidence, it’s adorable.

Now it’s Spencer’s turn to choke on his food. “Uhm, I can marry you, if you want me to? But you have to finish your green veggies in return, they are good for you.” (Y/N) seems to debate with herself over the options before nodding and wolfing everything on her plate down.

The next day the toddler is only seen with a wide smile on her face. “Oh, what got Baby Wonder 2.0 so happy today?” Derek asks as soon as he spots her when Mireya walks in with her after school and kindergarten have ended.

“I am married!” She sings. Her sister looks a little uncomfortable at that. “Oh, and to who? You know, I have to meet them to know if they are good enough for you”, the agent teases back, while shooting a questioning look towards the older sister.

“You know him already, Uncle Derek. It’s Joshua!” Now the puzzle pieces fall for him together. “Oh. Cupcake, I think your Auntie Penny has a cookie jar with your name on it. Anderson, can you bring her down?” Happily the other agent takes the toddler’s hand, ready to skip next to her.

“So, Joshua just couldn’t decide between you two or what happened?” He asks the older Reid. Mireya sighs desperately. “No, it’s just that he is an only child and doesn’t know that kids can’t grasp the concept of jokes yet. Now he has to break up with her tonight. This will be a fun evening.”

They talk a bit of different strategies on how to tell (Y/N) the truth without hurting her feelings too bad until Spencer comes along, done with paperwork for the day. They decided to eat at the toddler’s favorite restaurant in order for her to get easily distracted.

But what really happens is the whole opposite.

“Uhm, (Y/N), do you remember how I told you yesterday we can get married, if you eat your veggies?” She nods at her sister’s boyfriend while munching contently on a fry. Spencer excused himself to the bathroom a few minutes prior.

“So uhm. We can’t do that. We can’t get married. But I’m so proud of you for eating your greens.” He smiles awkwardly, which turns quickly into a frown as tears begin to run down (Y/N)’s cheeks. Mireya sends him a death glare while pulling her onto her lap. “Shhh, I know. I know it’s not what you wanted. It hurts. But you have to accept it, Little One”, she tries to console her, to no avail.

Luckily their father finally steps back next to them and takes her over. It takes the whole night and nearly the next morning to calm her down.

“You know what?” Spencer asks her, as he drops her off at kindergarten. “I try to get off earlier today and then we look for matching outfits for Halloween. Just you and I, your sister and her boyfriend can do the old couple thing and we do our own theme. We can be Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Ariel and Poseidon or” “Elsa and Olaf!” (Y/N) scream excitedly.

“Or Elsa and Olaf”, he murmurs defeatedly, even though the father is happy to do anything to see that smile on his daughter’s face again.

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Excited about the Zariel headcanons. I’m a dm who isn’t running avernus but Zariel became plot relevant to one of my pc’s personal arcs, so I wanted to consult someone with a lot more knowledge and opinions about her than me. Thank you again!

Hiiiiiiiiiiii I'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this but here it goes. Also tumblr ate your original ask when I tried to post this the first time #cringe. Fair warning I do not refer to the Nine Hells in a consistent way through this post. (also I know like 2 of my players are on here but they're not super active but if you happen to read this then KEEP SCROLLING lol) This is like 7.5 pages of me analyzing a villain from dnd admittedly a bit too seriously and I think that’s really cool and epic of me

First off I want to clarify some stuff about the lore I'm using- I'm going off of what was established in MToF and expanded upon in DiA, BUT I've also taken a lot of inspiration from the Alexandrian remix of DiA (in general I'm following neither in their entirety I'm putting my own spin on them because I have issues with both the official adventure and the remix but we didn't come here to talk about that) plus my thoughts will probably evolve as I run DiA. Sorry this is kind of a ramble and DEFINITELY way too much info and also I don’t fully remember what I took from where and what I made up. The first part of this post is like an overview of her history (you can change whatever you'd like, of course, this is just for my setting), then at the end I put together some more disorganized thoughts.

Sooooo, let's just start with the basics that you probably know- Zariel is a fallen angel who is currently the archduke of Avernus, the first layer of the 9 hells.

Zariel was actually a solar, which are the most powerful of the angels as far as d&d is concerned. As this tiktok puts it, "When god goes on vacation, he leaves [them] in charge and nothing changes" (which is in fact a line I'm stealing to have an npc explain to the party how fucked they are if they try to fight her on their own directly tbh). Zariel was a solar of Lathander (also called the Morninglord), who is a god of the sun (dawn specifically but I'm expanding his role to include the sun in general), rebirth, renewal, creativity, vitality, etc etc etc basically all the goody-two-shoes shit that you'd expect a god of the sun to have in his portfolio. HAAHAHA she's a SOLAR of a SUN GOD. According to Reya Mantlemorn, an npc in DiA, her name means "companion of light" (which is a nod to the Companion, the device that dragged Elturel into Hell, wow they really should've been more suspicious about the convenient ball of light that randomly appeared in the sky and wouldn't leave which the leaders of the city made all the citizens swear allegiance to). First and foremost, she is a soldier, she was created that way and it is her nature (which sounds kind of fucked up when I put it that way but I'll try to expand on this more later). She was basically a cosmic being forever tasked to fight for what is Good and Righteous.

Currently, she's an archdevil, specifically Archduke of Avernus. Archdevils do, in fact, include more than just the archdukes, and they're the most powerful in terms of infernal beings- their power is almost on par with deities. While most devils result from mortals who sold their souls, archdevils sometimes have different origins. Archdukes are just the ones who proved themselves to be the Baddest Bitches and most capable of being in charge, typically through displaying their cunning or power. Among the archdevils, and especially the ones who actually rule layers of hell, Zariel is voted Best at Kicking Your Ass Physically. The majority of other devils use deception, trickery, and cunning to get their way, and while they are definitely strong if it comes to a fight, they prefer indirect methods. Zariel typically skips all that bullshit. She can be cunning and manipulative, but her real skills lie in her martial prowess.

So, the thing about Avernus is that while it's the first layer of the hells, it's not exactly Baby Mode. I'm personally of the opinion that considering the hells to be Worse just based on what number you're on removes a lot of nuance. Avernus is the first because it's the one you go into first- there's no getting to any other layer of the 9 Hells without going through Avernus first. As a consequence of this, Avernus is the front lines of the Blood War, an ancient cosmic battle between the evil sides of Law and Chaos- Devils representing lawful evil and demons representing chaotic evil. They've basically been at a stalemate for Literal Eternity (except also not eternity because technically it did have a starting point somewhere- idk time is weird in d&d but on like a Cosmic Scale it makes sense sort of whatever it's handwaved because mortal minds aren't rly meant to make sense of it). Demons come into the Hells by way of Avernus, but almost none of them can make it any further than that; and Devils have held them there but haven't made any real progress into taking the fight to them in the Abyss. Yugoloths, essentially beings of neutral evil, sometimes hang out to fight with whoever the Hell (pun intended) they want.

Zariel's current job is to be The One In Charge of the devils' side in the Blood War- in this task, she only answers to Asmodeus and in a lot of cases she's kind of free to throw his advice aside if she sees fit. Personally, I think Asmodeus is smart enough to know that this is a fight that can never be won, but he recognizes the importance of keeping it where it is. Even though the devils can't win, the demons can't either. Not, like, in the "it'll be bad if either side wins" way, I mean it literally cannot be done.

Now, let's cover how she got from one point to the other (again, I'll say that I'm taking this both from DiA and the alexandrian remix of the setting while adding some of my own stuff):

Zariel fought in the legions of the Seven Heavens of Mount Celestia before the universe really Was Anything and the planes fully became what they are in settings that use the Great Wheel Cosmology. She was a soldier under the command of a celestial marshal named Ashmedai, who would later become Asmodeus (there are like 6 bazillion different origin stories for Asmodeus, I'm going with the one where he's also a fallen angel because Themes or whatever). Avernus was previously a paradise and eeeeeeverybody wanted it to add to their territory. This is a really complex chain of events that mortal minds can't really comprehend (wow this is becoming a running theme) and tbh it's not like. That Important. But it does make it so Zariel has a connection to Avernus from the beginning. What is important is that Ashmedai pulled a fast one and took Avernus for himself and ditched Heaven to align with the (at the time) Eight Hells. A bunch of angels followed him, but Zariel didn't. Stuff happened and Asmodeus became the leader of the Nine Hells, overthrowing whatever leader there was before him (Zargon in my mind but it doesn't really matter, there are also 6 billion versions of lore for this and it doesn’t come up in the campaign really, it’s just a cool tidbit you can throw in if you want). Zariel gave him the middle finger and refused to follow him.

(Important to note that Avernus actually remained a paradise for a long time, and Asmodeus kind of used it as a way to tempt mortals, showing that Hell was really no different from Heaven. This changed when the Blood War started, and now it basically sucks to be there because it's a war-torn wasteland, but traces of this paradise still remain in pockets of the plane.)

Ashmedai and his followers' betrayal made Zariel really bitter, so she was basically given a court-ordered chill-out time. During this time, she met a hollyphant named Lulu, who became her best friend and war mount. Eventually, she found some kind of peace, but it was really only temporary.

Time passed and eventually the forces of Heaven dragged Asmodeus out of the Nine Hells to stand trial for a) his betrayal, b) lying to mortals and beguiling them to evil for nefarious purposes, and c) generally being an asshole. They called in Primus, who's like the Head Bitch in Charge of Law, and it was basically an eternity of angels testifying that Asmodeus was an asshole. Primus eventually got bored and decided he was done with hearing testimonies, but Zariel hadn't gotten a chance to testify to what she personally witnessed and she got pissed, which started a brawl and disrupted the proceedings for a hot minute. As her former commanding officer, Asmodeus had possibly had his eye on her since the beginning, especially since she was one of the few to defy him during his initial betrayal, but this is probably what really drew his attention to her for the first time. After things settled down, Asmodeus' defense was basically that he hadn't violated any principals of the Law, and he never lied to anyone, not even once. He also said he was doing the universe a favor by using the souls he earned to keep balance between the evil sides of Law and Chaos. Primus was like "I'm a little lost but fair enough" and let him off with a warning, but he does basically have to keep a baby monitor on him for the rest of time (a ruby rod that bound him and all other devils to uphold any bargains they made with mortals).

This is important: Asmodeus never lies. At worst, he simply doesn't make plain the whole truth because he expects you to read the fine print and he and the universe at large consider it your fault if you don’t. He is just extremely good at getting to the heart of what people want and he knows how to manipulate that desire so he gets what he wants. Of course, all archdevils in general have an incomprehensible amount of skill with this, but Asmodeus like. Fuckin INVENTED that shit, he was THE first #malemanipulator.

Another eternity passed during which Zariel kept at her Divine Warrior thing, until at one point, the demon lord Yeenoghu decided to start fucking around on the material plane, having his demonic army just murder a bunch of people. (In my version of the Lore, gnolls aren't actual animals, they're a form of demon.) He'd probably done it before, but this time Zariel and a force of planetars were sent to stop him. She caught him at a village called Idyllglen, where her force beat him back into the Abyss, but they had help- from some devils, actually. A small force led by Glasya, Asmodeus' daughter, showed up, and they allied briefly to massacre Yeenoghu's army. After the immediate issue was over, things almost came to a fight between them, but Zariel and Glasya had a private conversation; no one really knows what was said between them, but they agreed to call it quits and go their separate ways.

Before, Zariel's duties as a soldier of Good had been abstract to her, but now she was convinced that something needed to be done about the Blood War. It had led to incalculable amounts of mortal suffering, and to her, that was unforgivable. She was frustrated that the tides of the war never changed and she was convinced that the Heavens could do something about it. Her superiors didn't agree with her; they told her they would let Evil annihilate itself. But she felt that Heaven was complicit by turning a blind eye to the suffering it caused mortals. Evil was not annihilating itself, it was simply continuing. She felt it was Heaven's duty to fight it, and if the other celestials wouldn't help her, it would be her duty alone.

That’s the thing about Zariel. If she believes her cause is righteous, there is damn near nothing that can convince her otherwise. This can be a good or a bad thing, there’s a lot of nuance to it. She will not be intimidated into putting it aside, it is very difficult to persuade her that her path is anything but just. It turns out, it doesn’t matter to her what angle this is approached from. She sees fighting the Blood War as her duty, and it started when she was an angel, it didn’t happen out of nowhere when she became a devil.

So, following her battle at Idyllglen, the villagers there grew to see her as their angelic champion and their guardian angel. A few centuries passed on the material plane and Idyllglen came under attack again, this time by the forces of Bel, the (at the time) Lord of Avernus. The villagers prayed to Zariel to save them, particularly a young woman named Yael, who had organized a militia of sorts. Zariel and Lulu did arrive to help, and over the next few months, the militia grew to attract the attention of surrounding settlements as they fell under threat (though they were also drawn to fight alongside Zariel because it’s hard to just ignore it when an extremely powerful warrior from the upper planes comes to ask you for backup). Eventually, Bel’s forces were beaten back and Zariel said goodbye to Yael and returned to Mount Celestia, though not for long.

This encounter with another force in the Blood War only made her more eager to truly get involved. She had seen the passion mortals had despite how fleeting their lives were, had seen their determination, and it made her even more frustrated at how apathetic Heaven was in comparison. She and Lulu hatched their plan- since the celestial forces didn’t seem to care, they would lead a mortal army into the midst of the Blood War and create a third front. They didn’t have to win, just upset the balance of the war enough to spur Heaven into action.

Zariel returned to Idyllglen soon (though, soon for her is like 20 years for mortals tbh) and told Yael of her idea. Yael was all for it, and suggested she knew ways of bolstering their forces. They grew their army over the next few years as Zariel taught her new mortal followers how to fight fiends. Their cause attracted mortals who wanted to make a difference, to deliver true decisive blows to evil; many in the area even had personal experience with the suffering the Blood War caused the material plane. It can definitely be argued that Zariel was using them to further her agenda, I can’t disagree with that, but I think her true motivation was just the desire to see something done about it and she felt this was her best option- at this point in time, what she wanted was to see her fellow celestials caring about the mortals they were meant to protect.

Yeenoghu had this massive grudge against Zariel, and when he managed to hear of her plans, he once again attacked the material plane, essentially baiting her into going through with it. They met in combat once again at Idyllglen, at which point Zariel threw him back into the Abyss- though that wasn’t necessarily a bother to him. His job had been done. She decided it was time to mount a full assault into the front lines of the Blood War, and so, soon after, she led her army into Avernus.

They fought for months, battling the endless onslaughts of demons and devils alike. They certainly did make a dent in the tide of the war, but it wasn’t enough. One of Zariel’s soldiers, a vampire named Jander Sunstar, eventually had enough. He’d watched his friends and subordinates die for an unwinnable war and he had barely seen any real progress. He decided they should cut their losses and leave. So, they did, deserting the army and leaving only a few forces behind. This was where they truly started to lose.

Zariel’s remaining forces were quickly whittled down, but it took until they were in the single digits for her to give it up. She infused her sword with a spark of her goodness and had Yael and Lulu flee the battle, telling them to escape back to the material plane however they could and hide her sword so the fiends wouldn’t claim it.

Asmodeus had been contacting Zariel ever since she arrived in Avernus, beguiling her to seek him out, promising her power. She decided to face him herself, and she fought her way through each layer of hell until she got to Nessus, whereupon Asmodeus’ forces finally proved too much for her. The Lords of the Nine all gathered to see her defeat, intrigued by who this invader was. Asmodeus gave the still-living but incredibly injured Zariel to Bel, who was given freedom to torture her in retaliation for all the havoc she caused him. His motivation for this was seeing that Zariel still had it in her to defy him, and he wanted to see if she could be broken.

Eventually, she did break. An eternity later, Asmodeus ordered Bel to bring her before him, and he gave an extensive villain monologue. The way Asmodeus tempted her isn't something that I think can be boiled down very easily. After all, we're talking about two cosmic beings who are meant to be beyond total human comprehension. They conversed throughout multiple planes of existence, and this conversation probably took what the human mind would experience as eons. In the end, it really comes down to the fact that he offered her the ability to continue her fight, but for him this time, and she took it.

Zariel was taken to become a pit fiend- these are basically the top of Hell’s hierarchy, second only to the archdevils and actual lords of the hells. Pit fiends are made from worthy greater devils, who are scorched in the Pit of Flame (the main volcano in Phlegethos, the 4th layer). In my mind, she actually emerged as an archdevil, which Asmodeus thought was pretty cool. Despite that, however, he still had her serve in the Dark Eight, a group of pit fiend warriors that had a lot of duties but mostly were the generals of the Blood War. This meant she was under the command of Bel, but she frequently defied his orders, choosing to pursue more aggressive strategies that pretty much always worked better than his original ideas. This really pissed him off and he kept throwing her into more and more trouble, hoping she’d just die or become too inconvenient for Asmodeus to keep around, but she bested every challenge.

So, there’s this thing called the Reckoning. It’s kind of complicated and a lot of the details probably aren’t super important to whatever situation you have, but essentially, it was a conspiracy orchestrated by Glasya in order to win herself more power, up to and including the possibility of her overthrowing her father and taking rulership of the Nine Hells for herself. She essentially managed to convince one half of the Lords of the Nine that the other half was planning a rebellion and vice versa. She involved Fierna, Malagard, Tiamat, and since she already had interest in Zariel, she got her on board as well. They believed they could seize considerable power for themselves if the archdukes all warred against each other.

Bel was the target of a failed assassination, which left him in a magical stupor. Everyone pointed fingers at Dispater (though in reality, Glasya was behind it, and the assassination was planned to fail). This gave Zariel and Tiamat the excuse to lay siege to Dis. The rest of the Reckoning happened around this, but Zariel spent pretty much all of it in Dis, and since this is supposed to be about her and I’ve already gone on too many tangents already, I’m not going to explore it too much. Essentially, the important bit is that Tiamat betrayed Zariel. The siege of Dis was broken and Zariel became Tiamat’s prisoner. Glasya, Fierna, and Malagard were able to frame Moloch, the Lord of Malbolge, as the mastermind. Asmodeus deposed him and installed Malagard in his place, but Glasya soon betrayed Malagard and killed her, taking her place as Archduchess of Malbolge. Meanwhile, Asmodeus demoted Belial, Fierna’s father, and installed Fierna as Archduchess of Phlegethos. (For the life of me I can’t remember if the Fierna part is actually canon in any official lore, I think I made it up???)

Then, there was the Rift War. Essentially, a rift opened in Avernus, and a massive force of Baatorians invaded Avernus. (Baatorians are basically just baatezu, the difference really isn’t that important for most campaigns, but they were the ones who inhabited hell before Asmodeus’ time. You could get into it more if your campaign really dives into the nine hells). Asmodeus had Bel and the Dark Eight sent in to deal with it.

Bel’s a fuckin chump, though, so he blew it. Since Zariel had been imprisoned by Tiamat, he left the areas she had managed to conquer vacant and the baatorians were able to seize them. No alliance was made between the demons and the baatorians, but Bel was unable to fight both forces at once. With the situation rapidly deteriorating, Glasya took the opportunity to orchestrate Zariel’s release from Tiamat. There isn’t a solid conclusion as to how she did it.

Zariel went in and almost immediately took control of the situation. She was able to gather the scattered remnants of her legion from when she was a Dark Eight member and reclaimed the fortresses Bel had lost. She cut off the baatorian’s biggest lines of communication and sacked their most important strongholds. The baatorian’s strength was broken. This show of power attracted the other Dark Eight members to her side, who decided to answer to her to handle the situation instead of Bel. They attacked the Rift and defeated the last of the baatorian invasion; the remaining baatorians swore fealty to Asmodeus and the nine hells as a result, as it was the best course of action to avoid being wiped out entirely.

Asmodeus demoted Bel to Zariel’s position in the Dark Eight and promoted her to the position of Archduke of Avernus. She is now the absolute commander over the Blood War, answering only to Asmodeus. He is massively pleased with his decision, seeing her as far more successful and efficient than Bel ever was. I’ll clarify that “successful” doesn’t mean that she’s “winning” because, as discussed, neither side will ever win the Blood War. She’s just a lot better at keeping the demons off of Asmodeus’s turf so they’re less of a distraction to him.

That’s the basic history, now let’s get into some like. Headcanons and disorganized thoughts.

-I made a post saying this but basically, the way I like to view Zariel is that she’s like if Lucifer was the Doomslayer and also a Girlboss.

-THE most important thing to understand about Zariel is her Wrath, followed by her Pride. Both of these elements of her character can be good or bad, depending on her motivations behind them. Zariel as an angel was, like, basically created as a condensed form of the universe's anger at unrighteousness, and this is what I was talking about earlier when I said it's in her nature to be a soldier. It's what made her defy Ashmedai, it's what made her defend mortals from the forces of cosmic evil, it's what made her defy her superiors to go fight in the Blood War, and it can be argued that it's what made her Fall to continue fighting. Her pride is another factor that made her decide to fight in the Blood War, because she believed she could end it and win. This is something she still believes as Archduke of Avernus and general of the infernal armies. This doesn't mean she's, like, stupid or anything; she's arrogant. And she's meant to be. She may know on a logical level that nothing will ever change, but it literally can't stop her from trying because it's what, not just who, she is.

-A lot has been said about what alignments in d&d mean and it is literally impossible to reach a consensus. I personally have chosen to see it as good being selfless while evil is selfish, at least when it comes to mortals. At the core of Zariel's being is the will to fight. In my mind, Zariel fell because her fight in the Blood War came to be motivated by selfish reasons rather than selfless ones. She wanted to continue her fight, but she has lost sight of who and what she was fighting for.

-Asmodeus basically trusts Zariel completely. In his mind, his corruption of her destroyed her former self and bound her to him- she won't destroy him because she doesn't want to, because he gave her what she wanted. Whether this is true or just arrogance on his part is up to you if it comes up. For my campaign, it depends on whether the party wants to go the redemption route or not.

-Zariel is the jewel in Asmodeus’ crown. A fallen solar serving as his best general is one of the best prizes and “fuck you”s to the rest of the planes he could imagine. In his mind, the fact he won her over helps prove his superiority.

-Zariel really wants her sword back. Her motivation for this is nebulous, but it pretty much comes down to the fact that it holds the spark of her Goodness. She either wants it back to destroy it completely, or to redeem herself, or just to prevent it from falling into the hands of anyone who would use it against her. She’s pretty sure it never made it out of Avernus, but with all the searching she’s done, she’s never found it.

-In DiA, if Zariel shuns redemption but gets her sword back, she destroys it and forges a new sword called the Blade of Avernus. If you think it sounds cool I can send you the stats for it if they haven’t been posted online.

-Fun fact! In DiA, she has the demon lord Kostchtchie’s hammer, Matalotok, and has imprisoned him in a ravine in Avernus. This led to him really hating her but she doesn’t really give a shit about him tbh. (And she shouldn’t considering his lore seems to indicate he’s a misogynist????? idk why that’s necessary but I guess if you’re gonna be a demon lord you can only get so scummy or whatever)

-Glasya considers Zariel to be very valuable to her, and Zariel doesn’t seem like she’s interested in becoming a threat to her for the moment, so Glasya wants to stay on her good side and keep her in power as long as possible (unless she starts encroaching on her territory). Probably a similar case with Fierna.

-Zariel’s biggest enemies are Yeenoghu and Bel- she and Tiamat also aren’t fond of each other. The only reason Zariel never outright starts shit with Bel and Tiamat is because they’d be a distraction and upset the balance. She usually just avoids dealing with them whenever she can, but tries to keep a watchful eye so they don’t try anything.

-She's large size category. Just a fun fact. Just saying.

-I have this idea that she never particularly emotes. Like you might get vague hints of emotion when she feels strongly about something, but she’s largely stoic to an extremely unsettling degree. I’m planning on using this to make some moments very dramatic (like in my campaign, if Lulu or Haruman or Olanthius die, she’s gonna lose her SHIT- I think it could make for a sympathetic moment).

-I also included an idea that when she walks, she makes no sound, but her feet burn into the ground and leave footprints glowing with embers. This phenomenon also happens to anything she touches- surfaces burn on touch.

-In terms of her voice, my plan is to make it kind of low and subdued, yet commanding. Even though the tone she uses should make her voice sound quiet, it booms louder than a human’s would. Not necessarily practical to act out, but I’m also adding the details that her voice echoes slightly and that behind her voice you can hear shrieking voices in infernal, like a choir in hell screaming with her, but they’re quiet so you can understand her. (As an angel, it was celestial voices.) She also has fire glowing in the back of her throat.

-Asmodeus’ body is reportedly covered in wounds that never heal. I’ve decided to extend this to all fallen angels, as these are horrific bruises and scrapes they received in their fall from grace. While most didn’t literally fall from an insane height and hit the ground hard (it’s usually like. metaphorical), they have wounds as though they did. Most of them, including Zariel, cover this up with their armor.

-Zariel as an arch devil has never taken a war mount. She could have any number of fearsome, powerful creatures as a mount into battle but she never has. This is partly cool-factor; imagine someone walking into a full battle on horseback and absolutely dunking on their allies in terms of kill count. The other part is that she has never found one that could take Lulu’s place. It’s mostly subconscious; none of them ever measure up to what she wants and she’s not sure why.

-I personally refer to her with mostly masculine terms- Lord of Avernus instead of Lady, Archduke instead of Archduchess, devils and worshippers call her “my lord” or “sir” instead of “my lady” or “ma’am”, etc. The source material also does this sometimes, but they flip around on it. Idk, it’s just my personal preference, I think it’s fun. She’s a celestial/fiend in a fantasy story, I have zero reason to think she’d conform perfectly to the real-world western gender binary.

-Zariel is metal as hell. I personally think at least 90% of songs used in moments with her should be metal, if you’re the kind of dm who uses music. The Doom 2016 soundtrack is your friend.

-My top 4 songs I like to listen to while planning for DiA are Archangel by Amaranthe (because duh), Baldur’s Gate 3 by Ilya Bov (just bc I listened to it while reading through DiA for the first time so now the two are permanently connected in my mind but tbh I think it has Vibes), One Winged Angel in the Style of Doom Eternal by Geoffplaysguitar (seriously this song kicks ASS, I’m absolutely using it if my party decides to try fighting Zariel), and The Only Thing They Fear is You by Mick Gordon (also using this in the final leg of the adventure, specifically if they redeem Zariel and have to fight their way out of Avernus).

#zariel my beloved #dnd #long post #avernus #asks

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