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Overcome the Labyrinth Book II: Chapter 7 - Havoc of the Anglers

//The fishing competition begins! The Empyreans (and Leonidas) must prove themselves against competitors new and old in the Waterfall Wood!//

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Thanks to Leonidas having access to a Geomagnetic Pole he’d found near the Giant’s Ruins, the group was able to reach the Waterfall Wood with time to spare. There was a small crowd in the center of the room. In the middle stood an Yggdroid with a red bowtie and small, spherical robots hovering around him.

“Yes. There are five teams total.” the Yggdroid said. One of the mini robots hovered closer to him. “Green, you will observe Group Three: Solo adventurer, Naia. And– Oh!”

The Yggdroid waved at the group. Even without a conventional face, it was easy to feel his enthusiasm. “Hello! I am H0-5T, the host for the directive: Fishing Competition! Are you here to participate?”

Even his voice had a cheer to it, making Zandiel smile. He opened his mouth to reply.

“Yep!” Kor said, raising a hand. “Guild Empyrean, that’s our name! And we’re gonna win this fishy game!”

Wing, who was tasked with carrying Kor, barked loudly. Multiple eyes were on the guild. Zandiel wasn’t sure if he wanted to shrink back or encourage Kor’s behavior. He seemed both excited and proud of the guild.

“Yes, that’s us.” Zandiel added.

“Then you may call me 5T, you daring, bold challengers!” the Yggdroid said, pointing to them. Once he did, every mini robot floated their way.

“What are those–”

Before Zandiel could finish, each robot flashed a bright light on the team. The group shouted and covered their eyes. Wing ducked her head into the ground with a whine, causing Kor to nearly fall off her back.

“Fiend!” Leonidas shouted, grabbing the hilt of his sword without a moment’s hesitation. “Prepare yourse–”

“The spotlight falls on our newest challengers! Guild Name: Empyrean! Tell me your names!”

“Za– A-Ain! Ain. A warning would do, next time!” Zandiel rubbed his eyes, still rattled by the blinding light.

Leonidas drew his sword. Even with his eyes closed in a narrow passage, he avoided harming anyone with the draw. “Leonidas! Prepare yourse–”

“I did not mean to provoke you! Put away your weapon!” 5T quickly replied. “Next name!”

H0-5T soon had everyone’s names and left the group, but not before catching them up on the rules.

Kill as many Fanged Fish as you can before the assigned Bot’s alarm goes off.

One Bot will accompany each team to keep an accurate, unbiased score.

Participants will be disqualified if caught purposefully attempting to share kills with other teams, as that would confuse the Bots.

Participants will be disqualified if they leave the labyrinth or the first floor.

Any participant that purposefully harms a Bot will receive appropriate punishment.

Zandiel nodded at the rules, as quickly as they were stated. He couldn’t bring himself to say much after the last one, though. He just nodded again. Afterwards, the guild was given a bot. It had a purple screen where the score would be displayed.

Kor smiled at the entity that bobbed up and down. “It’s kinda cute! Reminds me of a big eye, though.”

“Hey there, Empyrean! Nice seeing you again! I didn't know you guys were famous!” an unfamiliar person approached the team. They were a Therian with white hair, dressed similarly to the dancers of Tharsis. Their long hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and a cat-like tail swayed along with them.

“Well, hey to the wolf! I remember you from last week. Remember me?” they asked with a wink.

Wing walked up to the Therian and flopped down in front of them.

“Wuh–” Kor looked down at Wing, then back to the guild. “When’d any of you meet this guy?”

They laughed, waving a hand. “I’m… not a guy, but! Some of your guildmates were looking for the ruins on this island a few nights ago. The Celestrian with the purple hair and the Earthlain with the red hair. And they were with this wolf– I mean Wing!” they explained as they ruffled Wing’s head.

“Oh.” Zandiel cleared his throat. “I-I see.”

“Yeah, I guess they found it alright. Anyway, the name’s Machias, member of the Havoc Guild!” they stuck out a hand to Zandiel. “Nice to meet you.”

Zandiel shook Machias’ hand. “Yes, it’s a pleasure. Though it seems we’ll have to compete for a while.”

“That’s right,” Kor said. “No hard feelings when we totally stomp you.”

Zandiel glared down at Kor, who was looking up expectantly, nodding at Zandiel with a cocky smile.

Very well, just this once.

“We won’t hold back, Machias. And… There’s nothing wrong with getting second place, Havoc Guild.” he added with a smile.

“Yeah! Tell ‘em, Ai!”

“Oh that’s cute.” a new voice said. She was a brown-haired Earthlain wearing the traditional uniform of an Arcanian Herbalist, but she had a giant alchemical gauntlet attached to her left hand. “Big talk, too. Who’re these people?”

“C’mon, didn’t you hear the host? This is the Empyrean Guild. You know, the fishers who found that first set of ruins? There’s… Ain, Kor, Ruki, Wing, Leonidas.” they pointed to each member, then to the alchemist. “This is Cadence, Havoc’s alchemist.”

“Wait, they’re fishers?!” Cadence looked at Machias with worry before looking back at the guild.

So that’s what Machias meant by famous. Persephone had also mentioned their accomplishments in the shrine and jungle when requesting they investigate the Southern Shrine. Among the countless explorers, it felt odd to stick out and be known. …And for their fishing trip to still be one of their exploits.

“But this isn’t gonna be as easy as hooking some fish on a rod!” Cadence said, her confidence returning as if it’d never left. “Do you even know what you’re getting into?”

“Of course. We’re capable fighters as well.” Zandiel replied. “Actually, most of us aren’t fishers to begin with.”

“Four minutes and thirteen seconds until the competition begins!” 5T announced. “Any last minute preparations, drop-outs, additions, or advice? Please come to me, in any such case!”

“Hm… But really,” Machias murmured. “I don’t think you guys are the only tough ones around here. That Therian over there seems like a competitive threat.”

“He’s just one guy.” Cadence said. “Quit stroking his tail, damn!”

“I’m not! I’m being serious! He’s…” Machias looked over their shoulder, then looked back. “Actually, Ain. You know him, don’t you?”

“Hm?”

Zandiel also looked over Machias’ shoulder. He had to narrow his eyes to see that Tenmaar was sitting under a tree, facing away from all the competition.

“Yes, I do. Did he tell you about me?”

“Nah, I haven’t spoken to him. I saw you two walking together one time. I thought, wow, his tail is gorgeous.”

Zandiel laughed.

“I mean– I’m not jealous or anything, it really does seem like a huge hassle, but wow…”

“Would you stop drooling over that guy’s tail?!” Cadence hissed, pressing a finger into Machias’ chest. “If he ends up distracting you, I swear…!”

“Not to worry, I believe he hides it during battle.” Zandiel said. “Now I know Kor seemed a bit competitive, but he’s only having fun, and I hope to do the same.” He held a hand out to Cadence. “I truly hope there are no hard feelings, come what may.”

Cadence took Zandiel’s hand. “Alright, alright.”

With a wave from Cadence and a goodbye from Machias, Zandiel decided to at least say hello to Tenmaar. Who knew if they’d see each other during the competition? He was still sitting by the tree. His eyes were closed, and his legs were crossed. Was he meditating, or…

“Tenmaar?” Zandiel spoke quietly. A part of him didn’t want to disturb him, but he honestly couldn't tell if he was asleep.

“Yeah?” Tenmaar opened his eyes with a flick of his ear. “Here to tell me no hard feelings?”

“No, no… That was just a bit of friendly competitive encouragement.”

“Obviously.” Tenmaar stretched an arm up and sighed. “But that Kor’s a little punk. Try not to make actual enemies with him around.”

“He’s no punk, but I understand where you’re coming from.” Zandiel leaned against the tree. “I don't mean to sound rude, but are you aiming for the first prize alone?”

Tenmaar shook his head. “I’ve been needing to let off some steam lately. I figured clearing out monsters and maybe getting some money out of it’s a good way to do it. What about you?”

“The prize would be nice.” he admitted. “We actually came here to defeat some Scylla Crabs for dinner, but we learned about this competition on the way. Hopefully we’ll get first place and have some seafood for dinner.”

“Is that why Lee’s with you guys?”

“Yes! Alverion wanted some crab legs, and Leonidas wanted to help.”

“Sure, but… You know this competition lasts for six hours, right? Dinner usually starts at five. Unless you're quitting early.”

“Well…” he looked at Leonidas, who was speaking enthusiastically with a blue-haired Ronin. The two had their swords out, and seemed to be comparing them. “He likely has a plan.”

Tenmaar glared at the Shogun. “If I get back to the inn after this and no one’s cooked anything, I’m gonna be pissed.”

The more Zandiel thought it out, the less certain he was of tonight’s dinner. “Folze should have something ready by then.”

“One minute until the competition begins!” 5T said. “Gather your teams and prepare to leave through either of the doors!”

Tenmaar stood up, dragging his Drive Blade along with him and causing a quiet chime to come from him. “Alright, guess it’s time.”

“Was that a bell?”

“Uh. Yeah.” he looked away and mumbled, “...tail.”

Once he caught on, he looked behind Tenmaar and saw a small silver bell tied on the base of the tail. “Oh. You really do like to accessorize! It looks lovely.”

Either Tenmaar didn’t respond, or H0-5T starting his countdown drowned out Tenmaar’s voice as he headed to one of the doors. Zandiel hurried off to the opposite. H0-5T took off his bow and held it high once he reached five. He held it up until he counted to one, then swung his hand down with a galvanizing “GO!”

“Alright, let’s do this- hey!” Kor shouted as a group of adventurers ran past. “Sheeesh. Alright, competition’s serious.”

Ruki signed to Kor with a frown, then a roll of her eyes.

“I goaded an appropriate amount.” Kor reasoned, looking away and crossing his arms.

Now that they were in a main area of the labyrinth, Zandiel took a look around. The Waterfall Wood was beautiful. True to its name, there was a small waterfall pouring down a ravine, leaving a pleasant petrichor scent and a refreshing breeze. There were lively, vibrant flowers dotted around too. Like many labyrinths, it would have been relaxing and serene if not for the monsters.

Zandiel took a deep breath. It was a shame… he really would have enjoyed a picnic here. Maybe there was still a way to arrange that.

Ruki pat Zandiel on the shoulder and pointed to the Bot that was assigned to them. It hovered around as if it didn’t know what to do.

“Ah, right. I’m getting distracted.”

Ruki pointed to Leonidas, who was similarly in awe, but was a bit further back than the Empyrean Guild.

“Leonidas?” he asked. The Shogun was startled, grabbing the hilt of his blade.

“One must offer his apologies. We were reminiscing!” Leonidas said, taking out his silver, nameless sword. “To see the Waterfall Wood after all this time, and on an entirely different continent, is odd.”

“Yeah, you get it!” Kor said. “That’s how I felt when we walked into the Lush Woodlands.”

“Mhmm.” Ruki agreed before pulling out her weapon. “Shh.”

Zandiel took out his shield, standing near Kor and Wing. A green spiky creature and a blue mollusk came skulking out the bushes.

“Well those aren’t fish.” Kor scoffed. “Should we run or fight?”

“What are they capable of, exactly?” Zandiel asked. He’d prefer to know something before making their decision, and Leonidas was the perfect person to explain.

“Analysis:” the Bot said, startling everyone. “Deadly Durian. Origin: Waterfall Wood, Armoroad Yggdrasil. Current Location: Waterfall Wood, Lemuria. Description: A fruit monster with a pungent smell. Its thorns temporarily rob the victim's sight. Weaknesses: Cutting, High Temperatures. Resistances: Electricity.”

“Oh. I–”

The Bot quickly offered its analysis on the other enemy. A Starry Slug, capable of conjuring ice, weak to piercing, and resistant to all magical elements.

“Ahem. Thank you very much. There’s no use in avoiding them. We should be able to dispatch them quickly.” Zandiel had to wonder what else these Bots could do.

The monsters had turned to them by now, and particles of energy were gathering around the slug.

“Well said! Now…” Leonidas threw an outstretched, commanding hand out. “Fight! Let us see how much stronger the Empyrean Guild has become since our last labyrinth cooperation!”

Zandiel started by narrowly blocking the ice the slug had shot towards him.

“What?! Dude– aren’t you gonna help?!” Kor shouted.

“Directly? Only if necessary, or if there are Scylla Crabs. Otherwise, we will play a more backline, strategic role. This is a challenge for the Empyrean Guild, after all!”

“Uuugh… So much for an easy first place…”

With three frontline fighters, the enemies weren’t much of a challenge. The Durian was killed after Zandiel blocked its blinding attack. Ruki swept in and performed a downward slash, cutting the Durian with a burst of flame.

The Starry Slug was defeated with a shield bash from Zandiel. It flattened the slug against the ground with a loud squelch. Zandiel wished he could tear his eyes away as it squirmed under the shield before going limp.

What an unsettling sight...

Leonidas applauded the guild before they continued on.

Not long in, Ruki’s ear twitched, and she beckoned the guild to follow her. Reaching a new area of the room, the guild found a stream of water.

“Yes~!” Kor cheered. “It’s fishing time, right?”

“Indeed.” Leonidas replied. “You are in pursuit of Fanged Fish, the red ones. Those and the purple Devilfish utilize the elements of surprise and numbers to fell their prey. Proceed with caution.”

Zandiel nearly took a step back from the stream, but stepped forward instead, raising his shield. He was the team’s main source of defense. To shrink away would be an embarrassment. He looked into the water, seeing gentle ripples forming on the surface.

“The fish jump out of the water in groups, and show no mercy once they’ve latched onto their prey with their sharp fangs!” Leonidas explained. “The Devilfish in particular–”

Two red fish shot out from the ripples of water with the speed of a bullet. One smacked into Zandiel’s shield with enough force to make him stagger. Ruki gasped after hearing a thud nearby. A fish had barreled right into Kor’s body, knocking him off of Wing’s back.

“Ow…!”

The fish had landed on the surface, barely dazed as it floated back up, its eyes set on the injured Brouni. Wing snarled at the monster before whipping her knife out and charging at it. Ruki ran through and picked up Kor.

“Ain, yours has recovered!” Leonidas shouted. The fish that had struck Zandiel’s shield shot back up, aiming directly at his face this time. He swung his shield into its body, sending it into a more open area on the surface.

“Ruki! Behind you!” Two fish, one purple and one red, emerged from the water. Ruki turned around, swinging her blade in an arc that distanced the fish. With her other hand, she squeezed Kor closer to her.

“G-Get em, Ru…!” he pressed a hand against his body, with light Mana emitting from it.

Zandiel had ended up a bit further away, engaged with the fish that had attacked him. Alone and further from its allies, the fish floated cautiously. It rammed into his shield, but had tilted its body before doing so, making it slide off the side.

He couldn't react in time, and the fish used the momentum to double back and bite into his torso. There was a layer of scale armor, but he could still feel the pressure of its jaws and teeth through it.

Zandiel calmed his panic and backed further away from the body of water. Other fish were bound to gang up on him if he stayed close. Zandiel drove the tip of his sword down. It pierced into the fish while being able to slide across his armor, leaving the fish skewered through the blade.

It hissed and gurgled, thrashing in an attempt to bite deeper into the armor. Zandiel scowled at its persistence before pulling his sword away. Blood seeped down the fish’s body as its wound was pried open further. Its body was being stretched apart as Zandiel pulled, yet it wouldn’t let go.

He shut his eyes in disgust with one last pull, feeling his sword freed from the monster’s body. Squinting an eye open, everything except its head had been split in two, each side of its body limply hanging and dripping with blood.

It was dead, but its bite had been strong enough to keep it hanging onto him. Zandiel pulled the monster from his armor, then tossed it into the water before he could think more about it. He looked to the rest of his teammates.

Ruki thrust her blade into an airborne Fanged Fish, sending a jolt of lightning through it. Once it stopped convulsing, she swung it off and across the stream with a huff.

And then…

There was silence.

…

“Seven!” With everyone startled, the same number displayed on the bot’s monitor for a moment. “Great work!”

Kor cheered. Zandiel was glad to hear his voice, but now he was confused.

“Seven… Fanged Fish?” he asked, looking around. There were a few dead fish scattered, and even a Durian. “When?”

“The Devilfish,” Leonidas said as he walked up to the stream and placed the blade of his nameless sword into it. “Have the ability to summon Fanged Fish with a call. One would have warned you all, but they set upon us before we had the chance.”

Leonidas took a deep breath, removing the sword and swinging it through the air. “One must apologize. We do not mean to coddle, but… we also have no desire to see any of you hurt.”

“Why would you apologize for that, Leonidas? You saved us from a worse conflict. That’s not what I would call coddling.”

“It… is not?” Leonidas whispered, gaze fixed on the now-gentle waves. “But I– one has greater battle experience than you all. How will you learn if you do not experience all sides of combat? Even the sides that invariably end in pain, such as ambushes?”

Confused, Zandiel couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “But you came here to help us, right? Even if you were strictly here for the crabs, there’d be little to gain if we were fatally wounded.”

Leonidas didn't answer immediately. He gazed into the water with a faint, apologetic smile.

“One may have found himself… delving too far into his own head. Yes. We came here to help.”

Zandiel lightly tapped a hand against his shoulder. “And I thank you for your help, Leonidas. Now let's check on everyone.”

The other three were around the corner, sitting near a wall of foliage in a small alcove.

“Is Kor alright?” Zandiel asked.

“I am now.” he said. “Won't lie, I think some ribs were fractured. But they’re all better now.”

Zandiel covered his mouth. “A-Are you certain?”

“Yep! C’mon, Ai. Don't you know how healing magic works?”

“I… may? Somewhat?”

Ruki shrugged at Kor.

“Okay, I guess not.” Kor realized. “Basically, the less time it’s been since the injury or illness, the better chance it has to, like, work without complications. So I’m mostly fine.”

“I see… Healing magic truly is a wonder.”

“And don't you forget it!” Kor wagged a finger around. Though he kept the other hand on his ribs as the light continued to glow. The group decided to take a quick break, and Kor pulled a snack out of his bag. Recalling that Kor hadn’t had lunch, Zandiel wondered if it was possible to find any regular fish outside of the labyrinth to cook.

“Well first, we’d get disqualified if we left. Second, what about the fish here?” Kor wondered.

Zandiel glared at the body of water the fish had come out of. “Would you really want to eat those?”

“You need not worry, Leader Ain. One considers himself a gourmand of Waterfall Wood monsters. These fish are as safe as any other.” Leonidas placed a hand under his chin, looking out into the same stream with a wistful smile. “Back in Armoroad, we cooked and ate every animal many times, even the Greedy Lizard.”

“Even, hm?” Zandiel grumbled. “I suppose we should be careful of that monster?”

“Certainly! It spews venom! You must also cook it a certain way to avoid a deadly venom running in your veins.”

“What?!”

“So it’s like those famous pufferfish, right?” Kor asked. When Leonidas nodded, he got giddy. “Wooow…! So how’d you not die trying those?

“One always ventured with a Monk! Sometimes multiple!” he responded proudly. “One would cook in the sanctioned campsites of the labyrinth, and they would remain on standby, quick to heal at the mildest detection of bodily issues. Their Qi allowed for such feats.”

“Huh. That’s smart. Guess I’ll be the one on standby this time?”

“No need. We have mastered the art of preparing a Greedy Lizard for consumption. Furthermore, no meal at the Baku Inn will include those creatures. One understands how cautious the everyday person may be of such a dish.”

“G-Good.” Zandiel said. “I trust you, but I’d rather not try a monster like that.”

“How unfortunate… We must work on your adventurous spirit.” Leonidas solemnly shook his head with an exaggerated sigh.

“No, no, I believe I’m adventurous. I simply don’t like the idea of eating certain monsters. Those are completely different matters.”

“I dunno…” Kor said, a few crumbs of food falling from his mouth. “I remember the time Ylva told us how scared you were when she talked about that one Cutter quest. You know, with the heart?”

Zandiel gasped, spluttering as he heard Kor and Ruki chuckle. If he focused enough, he would have sworn Wing was doing something similar. “That’s– P-Putting up with the disgusting beating heart of a monster and its blood is also completely different! That’s absolutely not what you think of when you call someone adventurous!”

“Okay, so what do you think of when you call someone adventurous?” he asked, sticking a finger out towards Zandiel. “Hm? Hmm?”

“Someone who is willing to try new things, of course! I am–”

“Not willing to eat Greedy Lizards. Or grab monster parts.”

Ruki nodded with a smile.

“Those are diff–ahem–different!” Zandiel nearly whined before catching himself. “E-Excuse me. Our ideas of adventurous cover completely different grounds, but I’m not wrong, am I?”

Leonidas gave him a smile that veered on piteous. “You are not incorrect, but… It seems you have been fortunate enough to not witness a sight or event that unsettles you to the point of paralysis. As a frontline fighter, there may– no, will– come a time where you have to handle such a moment. Prior experience in similar situations with less urgency will prepare you better.”

“So this is not a matter of ‘adventurous’, but… will, one supposes. The will to protect, or continue fighting, or to simply keep moving. You may not be capable of completely removing your disgust, but you must learn to at least steel your nerves when such times come.”

“Oh…” The thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now, but wasn't this also what it meant to be one of the guild’s shields? He would need unwavering courage. He had to put away his fears to protect others. He’d done similar things aboard the expedition, but never in a situation that truly unsettled him.

“When you put it like that, I see where you’re coming from.”

Leonidas smiled. “One would hope so! But that is enough on the matter for now. Let us enjoy the rest of our break before resuming the contest! Shall I cook us some Fanged Fish?”

With a resounding cheer from everyone except Zandiel, their break continued…

#etrian odyssey #empyreantale #overcome the labyrinth #book 2

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kazz-brekker · 2 years ago

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if i had a nickel for every time i read a fantasy novel featuring a character loosely inspired by david bowie who was also raised by literal wolves, i would have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice

#had a conversation during a long car ride with lulu about the movie labyrinth #and finally came to this conclusion #wintersong #banewreaker #ushashin dreamspinner #books #i still think about how in wintersong the goblin king's name is wolfgang and he was raised by a gang of wolves #this HAUNTS ME #niche posts that only make sense to me and 2 other people

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thelittlestspider · 2 years ago

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when i say i could just read an entire book or listen to a podcast about someone just describing weird shit in a collection or a museum.

#kimi reads #i started reading this medieval horror book on kindle #and part of the sample was this but it only lasted like 2 pages!!#and i was like no keep going!!!#there was an ep of arch*ve 81 s1 where someone's describing this bizarre #collection of macabre stuff #and it was fascinating and i was like idk why this is here #but keep going #if i was creative enough i could do one over the labyrinth museum in limbo in orphan country

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cecelovegood · 1 year ago

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And this is EXACTLY the kind of teaser Rick likes to do!!! Fingers crossed!!! 🤞

At the start of season 4 of the PJO series, when Annabeth and Percy plan to go see a movie together, either one of them or Percy's mom should casually refer to it as "that new Tristan McLean movie," which would add to the continuity of the series as a whole, act as a teaser for a Heroes of Olympus spinoff, and make the fans go absolutely wild.

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lover-of-mine · 1 year ago

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People that want Leah and Walker to dye their hair have never actually touch their hair and it shows , I love dying my hair but I understand the amount of works it is and the fact you hair never truly comes back to the way it was and these are kids ! Why would you even think about wanting to make them do one potentially damaging to their hair when we actually have stories of young kids actors that as adults say they regretted doing stuff to their hair and also walkers curls and Leah braids are so beautiful, when she had the ponytail and pigtails there wasn’t a more annabeth look than that

Honestly tho, I don't think people realize that if they dyed Walker's hair, they would've probably be dyeing it every 2 weeks because of how light his hair is and how the roots would look, and that would be so damaging to his hair in the long run. And people are arguing that since Leah already had braids in, they could've used blonde braiding hair to make her blonde, but there is no point in making that, her braids following her natural color look perfect with the character. She embodies Annabeth so beautifully, her hair color should be the least of people's worries. And the way there are people who are mad they didn't put her in grey contacts too, like, do yall not realize you're actively telling a CHILD she shouldn't look the way she does??????? I knew I would be wanting to fight strangers on the internet over the trio but OH MY GOD

#people need to get a grip #i see where the braids thing come from #i even made a joke back when Leah's casting was announced that after titans curse with the white streak #it would be cute if they gave her a little blue braid even more considering the battle of the labyrinth and the whole crush on Percy aspect #of that book and it could be a cutesy thing to add a pop of color there #but the way people are saying they shouldn't have just braided her hair and should've in fact made it blonde is ridiculous #thats her actual hair #do people not realize they are beefing with a 13 yo actual hair????????#like seriously wtf #why do you care?????#They are percy and annabeth #its like ridiculous how well they are playing the characters #i dont know where the casting directors found those 2 but they are SO GOOD #why do you care what they look like????????????#unrelated but i also have been blocking people for saying they want the lotus flower/poker face scene from the movies #and im over here like why do you want to see 12 year olds high????????#just stop those are children #they are children #leave them be #its not like they are doing a bad job #they are perfect #stop creating problems just because they dont look like the viria fanart you saw in 2011 #move on #sorry this is pissing me off so bad #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌#pjo

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sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog · 1 year ago

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It's still so weird to me that the guy who wrote the fault in our stars and experienced global adulation and then global reprobation from the backlash and everything from SNL skits to being soft canceled on tumblr ....

was me.

Like, that guy was me. He lived in the same house I live in. One time he walked down to the river and cried and then yelled at himself for crying because who cries about having such a ridiculously good life.

I guess my big takeaway from that whole experience is 1. past me gave current me a lot of opportunities and freedoms for which I am grateful, including the opportunity to support cool people doing cool stuff, and the freedom to write about whatever I want (a memoir in the form of five-star reviews! A book about tuberculosis and its discontents!).

And also 2. the actual experience of Proper Fame is so unpleasant that I do not know how anyone who lives with regular pop culturey fame continues to seek it after getting a good hit of it. I admire the people who do--they get to make a lot of difference in the world in many cases. I am just baffled by them.

I would like to write books that seek large audiences again someday, but I'm not sure I'll ever be able to. I may need to stay in these small happy places where I've been able to live over the last five years.

But the complicated and ever-evolving tension between on the one hand wanting to have my own life, a life that truly and fully belongs to me, and on the other hand wanting to make stuff that is beloved by people and useful to them and so on ... it's a hell of a labyrinth to navigate, and I'm nowhere near out of it.

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comatosebunny09 · 2 months ago

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serve & protect [ prologue ] | sylus

— summary: you’ve stood dutifully by his side for years. seen him at his worst, not once letting that side of him deter you. can you blame him for craving more than your loyalty? — cw: royalty au, king sylus, femme reader, knight/bodyguard reader, mutual pining, brief mention of injury, marking, tension, jealousy, kind of a slow burn, will get steamier — notes: a reimagining of something i wrote a few years ago. heavily inspired by final fantasy xv & the beast within (2024) movie. tysm for reading! — now playing: waltz no.2 - cihat aşkın

You would feel bad for badgering him if he wasn’t prone to disappearing like this.

Prone to shirking off his duties like an entire kingdom didn’t rely on his guidance.

You sigh for the umpteenth time amid the night-blooming jasmines. Fingers tighten around the strapped leather grip of your sword, fastened to your hip. Your feet move on autopilot, carrying you through the garden on a path you’re all too familiar with, the grass shining with dew and crunching beneath your feet.

Your shift just began after a grueling week of training. Yet, you’ve already been tasked by his royal advisor with locating your charge before even shrugging into your coat. You’ve become something of a glorified babysitter these days, practically telling your liege when to eat.

If not for his advisor threatening to lop your head off—he could very well try—you would leave the king be. He hasn’t found much reprieve these days, what with neighboring countries pushing for peace treaties, reformation efforts to rebuild the outlying cities, and distant kingdoms shoving their daughters at him for marriage, amongst a slew of other issues.

It isn’t uncommon for your charge to slip away when the weight of the world is too much to shoulder. For him to retire to his private garden to catch his breath. He’ll never admit it aloud, but shouldering an entire kingdom on his own deepens the violet bags hanging beneath his eyes. The sleepless nights. The impending anxiety stewing in his gut.

Only you know of the secret passageways that lead to his most favored spots in the garden, where his servants get lost trying to navigate the network of rose bushes arranged like a labyrinth to keep them out.

It’s often your responsibility to fetch him since you work more intimately with him than anyone else. You know His Majesty’s habits like they were mapped on the back of your hand. You wouldn’t have it any other way; it’s nice to be the only person allowed into these private quadrants of his life.

A shock of white stains your peripheral, peacefully nestled between swaying hydrangeas.

You near him, noting that he’s propped up on an ironwood bench. His head is lowered and crooked to one side, arms folded over a broad chest, lips slightly parted. A book rests open and forgotten on his thigh, legs crossed. You tamp down a smile when you realize he’s fast asleep.

“Your Majesty,” you beckon with a hidden fondness as your steps slow to a stop before him.

He doesn’t stir. Of course, you don’t expect him to. When sleep claims him, it’s hard to free him from its ivy-like crawl.

You kneel dutifully, bowing your head, your sword scrawling a thick line in the dirt. You caution his name again, the sound of your voice competing with that of the breeze threading through the leaves.

Still nothing. Just the steady rhythm of his breaths and distant morning birds singing their symphony around you.

With a sigh, you incline your head to look up. And what a mistake that proves to be, traitorous butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

He’s a beautiful contradiction amid the soft stir of pastel flowers. A dark cutout of regality, slumbering like a dragon guarding its treasure.

His hair is reminiscent of a thick blanket of snow, piling itself amongst the treetops. He wears summer skin in the midst of spring. Stretched taut over a pretty Roman nose, angular features, full lips. He’s ethereal, limned in the sun’s amber glow, a sight that could bring the end of days or sink ships to the bottom of the sea. Thick, furled lashes dance with dreams beneath furrowed brows. A gruff sound escapes his mouth as he lightly stirs before falling still again.

Even in sleep, he maintains the intensity with which he’s known to rule.

A quaint smile touches your lips. You quell an impulse to soothe the divot between his brows with your thumb. To smooth out the hard press of his lips together. A well-timed gust of wind kicks in, rustling the velvet-soft hair framing his face.

Your fingers twitch with an impulse to touch. To tuck those unruly locks behind his ear. You instead curl them into a loose fist on the ground, quietly chiding yourself for allowing such thoughts to trickle in.

He is your charge—your king. Affectionate gestures like that are forbidden. A conflict of interest, no matter how harmless they may seem.

Besides, you’re unworthy of touching him. There’s dirt caked beneath your nails and an ever-present film of grime adorning your cheeks. He should have someone of equal stature smiling at his side. A pretty, glittering doll in flowery dresses, well-versed in the tongue of nobility. In the art of being poised and prim.

You’re a mere servant. A shield to be used at his disposal, your hands battle-worn and skin sun-kissed. You threw away all hope for love when you took an oath, binding your life to his and pledging your fealty to him.

He handpicked you to serve as his personal bodyguard, a decision you still grapple with several years later. Many seasoned knights served in the royal guard longer than you’ve held a sword. You would never do anything to jeopardize his trust, to betray his kindness.

The affection that unfurls like lotus petals in your chest for him is deep-rooted. However, it results from serving under him for so long and nothing more.

At least…

That’s what you tell yourself whenever his gaze lingers a little too long, pilfering the air from your lungs.

Or when his dexterous fingers brush over your wrist under the guise of reaching for something in front of you.

When he presses a warm and possessive hand at the small of your back whenever you tour the citadel’s grounds with him, or he requests your input on something at his desk.

When he flashes a rare quirk of lips that’s boyish and dimpled and disarming when he thinks no one else is the wiser.

You clear your throat, remembering yourself. Your voice is more assertive this time, dispelling the nebulous haze of your musings.

“Your Majesty, please. You have to get up.” The urge to stroke his cheek returns. You squeeze your thigh to curb it.

As if the Gods grant you mercy, that does the trick.

His lashes flutter, and his voice is thick and raspy, rolling like thunder over the horizon in his chest. You watch him blink away the bleariness, the scarlet wash of his irises causing your heart to pull.

Your king studies you as if making out the colors and texture of your face. You try not to shiver under his scrutiny, instead looking away as warmth inhabits your face. You’ve always found his eyes to be one of his most devastating features. They could easily glean through the mist of your mind, your guise, reading you like the yellowed pages of a book, even without tapping into the power residing in his right eye.

Heat permeates through the thickness of your uniform when, after setting his book aside, he suddenly pitches himself forward, elbows digging into the pockets of his knees. He rests his chin atop his folded together fingers, and you don’t need to fully look at him to see the smirk crooking his lips. The scent of unfettered energy and stripped sandalwood rolls off his skin, curling around your senses, threatening to root your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

The air between you is rife with tension. So thick, you can cleave through it with your blade. Your king watches you amusedly, and you do everything within your power to resist the bewitching pull of his gaze. The comfort and strength he exudes.

When he speaks, you nearly jump fifty feet out of your skin. His voice is as devastating as his eyes, puddling in your stomach, turning your brain to smog.

“I knew you were there all along. That’s why I didn’t bother opening my eyes. I was merely resting them.”

You scoff despite the anxiety scorching your innards. Closing your eyes, you retort under your breath, though loud enough for him to hear, “Sure, Majesty. You were resting your eyes while snoring with drool running down your chin.”

Your charge releases an indignant sound from the back of his throat, reeling back to touch his face, mortified. Your shoulders shake with your quiet laughter, and you hide the round tug of your lips behind your fist.

“Funny,” he says, and he gives you a look. One he’s used to silence an entire court of hecklers, its sharpness boding danger.

You clear your throat, donning that straight-faced mask you’ve grown so accustomed to wearing. You’re friends—childhood companions—yet you know when to shift from candid to serious.

Recalling why you were initially sent to fetch him, you stand to full height, brushing the dust off your hands on your thighs before snapping to attention. Your king raises a brow as if sensing something on your mind.

“At ease,” he orders, his voice devoid of its usual sternness as he leans back against the bench, a long arm draped along the bench’s headrest.

You get a good look at the veins peering through the cuffed sleeve of his button-up, spilling down his forearm to puddle at the back of his hand. You swallow against the barbs forming in your throat, your mouth growing dry.

“Speak freely.”

You nod, your hands clasped together at the small of your back. “You have a brunch date with the Queen of Universum today, sir.”

He blinks as if this information is news to him before recollection forms between his brows. His Majesty scowls, drumming his fingers on the bench’s rim impatiently. “Of course. Another noble here to throw their daughter at my feet.”

Your shoulders slightly drop at the dejection in his tone. You wish people weren’t so insistent that he take a wife. His father ruled just fine without one following the death of his mother. Still, having been around His Majesty so long, you understand why it’s imperative he marry soon.

Your shoulder throbs dully, serving as your reminder.

You try to ignore how the thought of some pretty noble wrapped around his arm makes you bristle, green-eyed feelings stewing in your belly. It would never be you—never could be you. You’re content with being his handler, watching him mutter obscenities over paperwork from your position at his door.

“How does that make you feel?” His Majesty suddenly asks, a teasing edge to his voice.

You blink, caught off guard. “M-Me?”

His chuckle is rich and endearing, and you unconsciously step back when he stands, swaddling you in his warmth and imposing aura. Stuffing a hand into his pocket, he pokes your nose, and you go cross-eyed looking at his slender finger.

“Yes, you. How does it make you feel, knowing that so many women would kill to take my name?”

He’s trying to get a rise out of you. Trying to weasel something out of you you’ve tucked in the deepest regions of your mind. You don’t humor him; instead, you give him a haughty look, your chin defiantly jutting forward.

“I think anyone willing to marry you is clinically insane.”

He laughs at your brazenness, your teasing, full-bodied and soothing. Dimples crater his cheeks, and the softness washing over his eyes causes a smile to twitch your lips. Without warning, idle fingers scorch your skin through the fabric of your jacket, easing down your arm, past the crook of your elbow, further still…

You’re breathless as His Majesty coaxes a hand from behind your back, and you watch with slightly parted lips and through the wispy sweep of your lashes as he draws it to his mouth. His eyes drill into the hulls of your soul whilst his molten lips brush your knuckles. He kisses them with such tenderness, such reverence, as if you’re an idol forged from glass, meant to be preserved in a museum.

The sound of your pulse pounding like a war drum blots out every bit of noise around. Your throat thickens, tongue bolted to the roof of your mouth.

“Good morning, by the way,” he drawls as if ensnaring you in a secret, his warm breath ghosting your skin, limber fingers scorching your hand to the bone.

You snatch away quicker than you mean to. Smooth your palm down your thigh before pinching yourself, studying the blades of grass licking at your boots. You wish you hadn’t caught sight of the fleeting pain in his expression. Wish you hadn’t been the cause of it.

“W-We should get going, sir,” you divert, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice.

He pushes out a weighted breath, stuffing the hand once curled around yours into his opposing pocket. “Lead on, then, dear friend.”

“Right.” With a curt nod, you turn on your heel towards the patchwork of greenery you emerged from.

He follows wordlessly, closely, a towering presence at your back, footfalls weighted in the grass, swallowing up the sound of your smaller ones. Static charges between you, imbued with something potent. You practically feel his eyes boring holes into the space between your shoulder blades.

You try to no avail to quell your thundering heart. To ignore how your knuckles throb where his lips imprinted themselves on the rough stretch of skin.

You wince, inwardly warring with yourself, praying that His Majesty keeps his hands to himself long enough to get through his meal with the queen.

You could only dream he would behave.

His Majesty is as infuriating as he is handsome.

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m0chaminx · 1 year ago

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Coriolanus Snow | Roses Grow Thorns

*•.¸♡Request: Pls pls pls do a part 2 too the snow x reader fix it was so amazing and I want more of them 🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️🩷

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: Coriolanus, Cori isn't insane (ish), Snow is slight ooc, jealousy, hurt comfort, fluff ending

*•.¸♡Paring: Coriolanus Snow x F!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: Coriolanus learns his favourite flower grows thorns

You confront Coriolanus about his relationship with Lucy Gray

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Part 1

People danced, swaying with their partners in a circle as you stood on stage, strumming your guitar and singing to the crowd. Lucy had just finished the first half of her set, so you took the stage to fill the silence. Coriolanus sat with Sejanus at a table across the room, large glasses of some sort of liquor. Coriolanus looked up at you and smiled.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Your voice trailed off slightly as Lucy raced to Coriolanus and Sejanus, throwing her arm around his shoulder and leaning between them. You shook your head and continued to play, trying to ignore Lucy Gray practically hanging from Coriolanus’s arm.

Jealousy, an unwelcome guest, clawed at the edges of your heart, leaving an ache in your chest. No words had been exchanged, and no actions had passed between you two. It overtook the corners of your mind, urging you to believe that Lucy Gray should sense the unspoken connection threading its way between you and Coriolanus.

Each shared trip to the lake, every stolen moment when Coriolanus chose to spend his fleeting free hours with you — these fragments of time saved in your mind like photos in an old book. Yet, as you observed Lucy Gray standing there, a vision of radiant smiles and hushed confidences exchanged with Coriolanus, a wave of emotion surged. It was as if the world momentarily lost its colour, and the whispers of uncertainty left an indelible mark on your heart.

You clenched your hand, trying to ease the shaking in your hands.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Every night for the past week following that evening, Coriolanus Snow would tap gently on the glass of your window. You would turn your head and he would smile, the same bright smile that made your stomach flip and fill with butterflies. You crept across the wood floors and opened the window, looking down at the blue-eyed boy. “Are you busy?”

You would simply laugh at him. You grabbed your coat and slipped out the window, Coriolanus gripping your waist to help you down properly. He would smile, slip a scarf under the window to close it without locking it and you would slip away unnoticed, descending into the velvety embrace of the night.

In those quiet moments, Coriolanus would slip your hand in his own, his warm hand covering yours as he laced your fingers together. He guided you through the dense labyrinth of woods, you knew these woods better than he did but through the nights as he led you to the lake, you questioned if you ever knew them at all.

The Mokingjays sang into the night as if calling to the small fireflies to light the way. “I brought matches,” Cori said, looking back at you. He tugged on your hand bringing you closer and you couldn't help but think about Lucy Gray running her hand along his shoulders. “We can light a fire. Maybe catch some fish.” You nodded and Coriolanus smiled.

You reached the lake and Coriolanus set his bag down, quickly gathering everything to start a fire. You walked to the edge of the water, your mind running faster than you could even start to comprehend. “Think we’ll catch anything?” He asked, stopping to look up at you.

You looked back over the water, looking at the fish no bigger than your palm swimming just above the sea floor. You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the moonlight dancing on the waves of the water. “Nothing big enough to eat,” You said. Coriolanus nodded and turned back to the fire.

Once the fire was made you sat on the ground beside him, leaving enough space so your shoulders didn’t touch. You both sat in silence, Coriolanus’s knee bouncing softly.

The flames danced and flickered, the golden glow flickering in Coriolanus’s blue eyes, you settled onto the ground beside him. You shifted slightly, making sure your shoulders didn't touch. The silence stretched between you, Coriolanus's fingers drumming against a stick he held in nervousness.

Coriolanus's knee bounced softly, mirroring the unsteady rhythm of both your hearts. The mere inches that separated you felt like an unbridgeable chasm, as long and confusing as his thoughts. “Did I do something?” His voice cut through the silence like a knife and you turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed. “You seem distracted. You’re not talking like you usually do. You’re sitting far away.” You bit your lip and shrugged softly. “What’s wrong?”

“What did I sing tonight?” You turned to face Coriolanus. “Tonight. I sang, I wore the red dress so everyone could see the white rose you gave me. But what did I sing?” Coriolanus stammered. “You don’t spare a second glance at me during our shows, you talk to Sejanus when I do perform and you let Lucy Gray hang off your arm like she was yours.”

He spoke your name softly, trying to shuffle closer but you stood quickly. “Don’t do that Cori,” You pleaded. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you later.” You turned on your heel. Making your way back through the woods.

Coriolanus sighed, dropping his head into his hands as you walked from his view.

The next morning you stared at the ceiling, stretched out on your small bed. You twisted a small rose between your fingers, the thrones pricking your skin occasionally. The knock at the window made you jump. You turned your head to look at Coriolanus standing on the other side, smiling ever so slightly. You sighed and set the rose aside before walking to the window and pulling it open. “Corio-”

“Don’t talk,” he said quickly. “Don’t say anything, just follow me.”

“Cori-”

“What did I just say?”

A frustrated huff escaped you as you forcefully closed the window, shutting out the annoying sounds of crickets. Pulling the blinds closed with a swift motion covering Coriolanus’s face, but you caught his smile dropping. You donned your jacket and stepped out the front door, stopping in front of Coriolanus just as you turned the corner. He extended his hand, a warm smile playing on his lips. Suppressing the annoyance that still simmered beneath the surface, you offered a muted response, "Just lead the way," your words carrying a hint of resignation.

Coriolanus nodded and started to lead you through the woods, the sun still yet to rise properly. “You sang I Wanna Be Yours,” Coriolanus muttered. “No, I didn't ask Lucy Gray. You wrote it after you met your old girlfriend but you haven't sung it since. That’s why it was so important to you. And why you wanted me to remember it.”

You hummed and tried to hide your smile. “So you were paying attention.”

Coriolanus spoke, low and earnest, his gaze fixed on you. "I always pay attention," he assured, a sincerity etched into his words. The weight of his gaze, coupled with the firmness in his tone, sought to reassure you. "And nothing is happening between Lucy Gray and me. She was helping me with something," he explained, his words carrying the weight of truth and an unspoken plea for understanding.

“Which is?”

Coryo smiled, “Keep following me.”

You followed Coriolanus, walking in silence until the sun rose completely. He stopped at a rock wall, a small dirt trail winding around it. He reached out, slipping his hand into yours and leading you down the track. “Roses don’t grow in 12, the ground is too hard,” Coriolanus started. “Lucy Gray told me just beyond the rock wall there is ground soft enough to grow flowers. Sejanus used his father's money to get some seed and…” Coriolanus stepped aside as you reached the bottom of the track.

You smiled, Coriolanus’s hand slipping from yours as you stepped further into the growing rose field. Dozens of rose bushes had started to grow, small red and white flowers sporting. Small raindrops covered the flowers, the sun reflecting off of them like diamonds. You crouched, smiling as you ran your hand along the rose petals.

A soft smile played on your lips, and Coriolanus's hand tenderly released yours as you ventured deeper into the growing rose field. Rows of rose bushes, adorned with tiny red and white blossoms, unfold before you, blossoming like a garden from the Capitol. Small raindrops adorned the delicate petals, capturing the sunlight in a dance that shined like diamonds. Your heart swelled. You glanced back at Coriolanus who shared the same smile.

You carefully crouched down, your smile growing as you traced the velvet texture of the rose petals with your fingertips, each delicate touch slow and careful as if the rose would fall apart. Coriolanus smiled as he watched you, his stomach filling with butterflies as he waited for you to speak.

"Wait..." The urgency in your voice sliced through the air as you stood, swiftly pivoting to face Coriolanus. His smile disappeared, replaced by a stark seriousness mirrored in your eyes. Your heart fell to your stomach as your voice shook, "You said Sejanus got the seeds from his father. If the Peacemakers find out, they'll take you away." The gravity of your words hung heavily in the charged atmosphere. “Cori, they’ll take you to the hanging tree-”

“They won’t,” Coriolanus said quickly. He stepped forward holding your face in his hands, his thumb tracing the lines of your cheekbones. “No one is going to take me away. No one is taking you. Or Sejanus, or Lucy Gray.” You raised your hand, settling it on top of his. “This place is ours, yours and mine. No one is going to take that.”

Yours and mine.

You smiled, laughing softly as you looked up at Coriolanus, his blue eyes meeting yours. “You got me roses?” You asked.

“You said you liked the Capitol flowers more,” Coriolanus remembered. “I can’t exactly take you to the Capitol, so I thought I’d bring the best part of the Capitol here.”

“Besides yourself.”

A warm smile graced his features as he leaned in, closing the distance until his forehead gently met yours. "Do people in the Capitol kiss differently than the districts?" His inquiry, spoken in a hushed tone, carried a hint of curiosity and a touch of playfulness.

“I think…” you leaned up slightly, bumping your nose against his, “you should find out.”

The brush of his fingertips against your jawline, tracing a delicate path along your skin, igniting a shiver that danced down your spine. As he cradled your face, your breath hitched in anticipation, your eyes staring at his chapped pink lips. Drawing you closer, the final shared breath seemed to linger, suspended in the charged atmosphere, before he sealed the connection with a kiss that felt like a spark that lit a fire. Your heart echoed the rhythm of the thousands of times you had dreamed of this moment and your hands instinctively wound around the back of his neck, the embrace pulling him closer.

Your stomach twirled, filling with butterflies as one of Coryo’s hands moved to wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer. He pulled away, his breath coming out in small pants, your breath in sync with his. You opened your eyes, looking up at his half-closed eyes tracing over every part of your face. “I love you, Coriolanus Snow.”

He whispered it back.

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vanteguccir · 10 months ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⁺ ♱ .ᐟㅤㅤ──────── 𝓣𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, chris sturniolo.

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ㅤㅤ❝ ㅤ don't overthink, because your mind is very⠀powerful　.

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‹ 𝓒𝖧𝖱𝖨𝖲 𝑂𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲 › : : : enjoy !

01. starve and die　─　when Nick and Matt test positive for covid and Chris has to go into lockdown to prevent catching the virus, who will look after them?

02. watching you read　─　where Y/N read her book while Chris's streaming, but Chris's biggest hobby is watching his girlfriend read.

03. truth or eat　─　where Y/N participates in the TRUTH OR EAT video from behind the camera.

04. guess who's who　─　where Y/N participates in the new Sturniolo Triplets tiktok, but doesn't actually appear in it.

05. sleeping prank　─　where Nick pranks Chris and Y/N while they are sleeping.

06. texas is so cold　─　where Y/N and the triplets decide to go out for dinner at a pizzeria, but Y/N is cold and Chris becomes her personal heater.

07. tiktok trends | part 2 | part 3 | part 4　─　4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

08. can you sing for me?　─　where Y/N is a worldwide famous singer, but her favorite thing in the world is hearing Chris singing just for her.

09. it's noted　─　where Y/N is part of the Sturniolo Triplets fandom and makes videos about them on TikTok. After years of creating content, one of her videos seems to catch the attention of none other than Chris.

10. cooking together　─　where Y/N teaches Chris how to cook a typical sweet from her country.

11. safari girl　─　where Y/N is the tour guide for the Sturniolo Triplets on their safari trip.

12. her exception　─　where Y/N is shy and Chris loves to tease her for that.

13. sleepwalker in love　─　where Chris returns home after recording another car video with his brothers and finds his girlfriend sleepwalking in their living room.

14. best friend's plan　─　where Y/N has a secret crush on Chris, not imagining that the feeling is reciprocated. But her best friend, Nick, has a plan to put them together.

15. 8 minutes of cute moments　─　where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Chris and Y/N being in love.

16. baking blind, deaf and mute　─　where Y/N participates in the Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute video, but things don't go as planned.

17. in control　─　where Chris commands Y/N to stay still while he fucks her, but she can't seem to obey.

18. drunk and in love　─　where Y/N goes out with her friends for a girls' night and comes home drunk, so Chris has to take care of her.

19. always yours　─　where Y/N and Chris are secretly in love, but Chris is the one that acts shy around her; OR 4 times Chris loved Y/N from afar and 1 time he didn't.

20. all too well　─　where Chris misplace his priorities.

21. academic validation　─　where Y/N's obsession for good grades and academic validation leads her to neglect her own self.

22. loving without restrictions　─　where Y/N and Chris have been keeping their relationship a secret for just over a year until one day where Y/N feels ready to announce it; OR, where Y/N and Chris soft launch their relationship.

23. fake smile　─　where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

24. girls like girls and boys　─　where Y/N goes through a journey of self-discovery when questioning her sexuality, leading to her feeling fear of losing Chris.

25. 5 cute little moments　─　where Chris is deeply in love with Y/N and isn't ashamed to show it; OR, 5 cute little moments between Chris and Y/N.

26. labyrinth　─　where Y/N tries to save their relationship, but Chris's fear of commitment seems to stop them from moving forward.

27. vogue beauty secrets　─　where the world-famous actress and model, Y/N, is invited by Vogue to record a video of her Beauty Secrets, but during the recording, Chris, her boyfriend, decides to make a brief appearance.

28. fighting her for a trend　─　where Chris has the idea of doing the famous TikTok trend "fighting my girlfriend in front of my brothers" with Y/N, just to see Nick and Matt's reaction.

29. apocalypse　─　where Chris takes care of Y/N after they make love.

30. over again　─　where Y/N is caught between the past and the present, struggling to forget her love for Chris while trying to move on with Alex, but things don't go as planned.

31. trying and rating bad baby food　─　where Chris and Y/N's daughter makes an appearance in the Trying and Rating Bad Baby Food video.

32. jealous boy　─　where, during a party, a man who doesn't know how to take "no" for an answer hits on Y/N, receiving an angry and jealous Chris in return.

33. only girl (in the world)　─　where Chris takes Y/N for his trip to Las Vegas with his brothers, and in the middle of neon lights and late-night walks, Chris’s and Y/N get lost in love and lust.

34. holiday echoes　─　where the triplets head back to Boston for the holidays and Chris, a bit drunk and nostalgic, ends up alone on the streets and stops at their old childhood home. Acting without thinking, he writes a small - and very random - note on a napkin and slips it through the door, without realizing Y/N now lives there and is feeling kinda lonely.

35. birthday boy　─　when Chris is starting to come to terms with the horrible idea that he will have to spend his birthday away from Y/N, a surprise takes him, literally, by surprise.

36. the sexual tension between Chris and Y/N　─　where a fan creates a 6-minute video with all the sexual tension moments between Chris and Y/N.

37. too much　─　where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.

38. boston for thanksgiving　─　where Y/N goes back to Boston with Chris and his brothers for Thanksgiving.

39. midnight company　─　while filming a car video, the triplets witness a girl - Y/N - arguing with her boyfriend. When he smashes her phone and leaves her alone at midnight in the middle of a random parking lot, Chris steps in.

40. marry her anyway　─　where the triplets and Y/N are going to a friend's wedding and with that a TikTok is recorded and sweet promises are made.

41. grammys 2025　─　where Y/N, worldwide famous singer, goes to the Grammys 2025 and brings Chris as her pair for the first time.

42. surprise party tour: chicago diss track　─　where at the Chicago show of the Surprise Party Tour, Chris is not only surprised by the diss track made by his brothers against him, but especially by his girlfriend being part of it.

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