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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 5 months ago

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Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Meanwhile there is a darkness growing in Ketterdam, and it seems a killer may be stalking the streets of West Stave. An unknown evil is closing its jaws over the city, and it’s starting to feel like nowhere is safe.

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Content warnings for this chapter: abuse, child abuse, blood, wounds, violence, weapons, ableism, grief, loss of a parent

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Chapter 42 - Wylan

“You sure about this?” asked Jesper, quietly, as they walked up the stairs of the White Rose together.

No. But he was going to do it anyway.

He was glad he’d asked Jesper to come, walking through West Stave had been quite the disturbing enough experience in his company and Wylan didn’t fancy trying it alone, but he had also asked him to wait outside whilst Nina undid the Tailoring over Wylan’s scars. It felt like too much to even have Nina there with him, but that was rather necessary and he was pretty sure they weren’t going to find a way around that.

“Little late to change my mind now, isn’t it?”

“Of course not,” Jesper’s voice was soft, “We turn back whenever you want to,”

Wylan wasn’t entirely sure why he’d asked Nina to undo his Tailoring, he hadn’t been planning on it and wasn’t even sure what he was going to say when he’d opened his mouth, but he knew that he needed to do this.

“Do you…?” Wylan wavered, “Do you think I shouldn’t?”

“I think you should do whatever you need to,”

Jesper’s voice was soft. His hand found Wylan’s and, though at first contract he had to fight not to flinch away, Wylan let their fingers intertwine. Who could have known that all it took to change the world was a little bunch of flowers?

Wylan had been given flowers twice in his entire life. Once just a few days ago, from Jesper, and once when he was eight years old. He’d been sitting on a bench in the top garden near the house, kicking his feet back and forth through the air where his legs were not yet long enough to reach the ground and staring obstinately and the paving stones far beneath the soles of his shoes as he shrank away from his nanny’s lecture. He couldn’t remember what she’d been telling him by now, but it didn’t really matter. It had been almost a week since his mother died, and yet the world felt far too normal for that to possibly be true. The house went on just the same, and Wylan spent everyday waiting for the door to open, to hear his mother’s voice, to feel her arms around him. He had not seen her for two weeks before she died; she had travelled to the country for fresh air, in hopes of easing the pain and illness in her lungs, and simply never came back.

Wylan’s father had been factual, straight forward, and concise in informing him of her death, and Wylan supposed he could not bring himself to say anything more. So many times he had reprimanded Wylan about the ease with which his emotions spilled from him, and he was better than his son: he would keep his grief to himself, and Wylan would do his best to echo. It wasn’t easy.

It was the day before they were to travel to the Lakehouse that Wylan sat in that garden kicking his little feet off the edge of the bench, the last day he would be allowed to look upon it with his own eyes. The nanny didn’t know that; within the week she would be dismissed, knowing Wylan’s habits too well to run the risk of her noticing the lie about his sight, and someone new would be hired to replace her - the official reason would be that Jan Van Eck felt her services no longer necessary for a child of Wylan’s age, but that when he returned with his son injured and set to live the rest of his life blind he would reassess that decision. But that day in the garden, the sunshine bright and the flowers blooming, whatever it was that Wylan had done had earned him a lecture long enough that he would walk away with sunburn on the back of his neck, perhaps the price to pay for staring at his shoes instead of sitting with proper posture.

“I know that this is all difficult for you, Wylan,” she’d said, when she was finished, “And I understand you have a lot to think about right now,”

He did. And she didn’t even know most of it.

“But you need to keep your chin up, and you need to be staying sensible,”

Wylan clenched his jaw to keep his lower lip from wobbling and refused to meet her eye.

“Here,”

He looked up slowly to see that she was holding out a tiny bunch of flowers, clearly ones that she’d collected from the garden - probably when they were on their walk. It was a motley little bundle, really, some with browning petals or wilting leaves, not matched to each other or at all arranged.

“Let’s have a smile, hey? We can put these in a vase in your bedroom, brighten it up a little. Would you like that?”

He nodded, trying to please her, and forced his mouth to make the smile she sought. She seemed quite pleased with herself at that.

“Good boy. You run on into the house now, then, and pop those on your dresser for me, and I’ll find a little vase whilst you get ready for your lessons this afternoon. Your tutor will be here in twenty minutes or so,”

Wylan’s stomach dropped again, but all the same he held the wobbly smile in place as he took the flowers in his little hands and hurried back inside. When he came back to his bedroom that evening, his lessons having gone as predictably terrible as always, the flowers were gone. Whoever had taken them had made sure to leave a single, curled and browning petal behind on the dresser, just so he knew.

Jesper knocked on the door, and Wylan felt the panic creeping slowly in again. This place felt suffocating - actually, quite literally. The entire place stank of cloying perfume, and though at first he’d thought it was the ridiculously extensive displays of roses at the root he was now sure that they alone couldn’t possibly be to blame for the strength of it. It felt like he was under attack; like the scent was a living thing that had crawled inside of him and grabbed hold of his insides. But at least once they’d stepped inside Nina’s room there was a slight reprieve as the smell dipped slightly; there were no flower displays in here except the vase on the table, so perhaps it had been that all along.

Wylan was vaguely aware of Nina greeting them both and of Jesper exchanging words with her, but he didn’t tune back into the world until he realised Jesper was saying his name.

“Wylan? You okay?”

“Oh- yes, sorry. Yes,”

Jesper didn’t look entirely convinced but he kept his voice light before he stepped back out of the room, promising Wylan again that he would be there when they were done. Wylan only nodded, and found himself not quite aware of anything more until he was sitting at the little table with the roses on it, Nina opposite him. She was wearing a red Heartrender kefta and he could see that some of the black embroidery near her shoulder had pulled, threatening to unravel, and her hair was pulled back in a bun with just the front few pieces falling free to frame her face. He realised he was staring at her kefta, and tried to subtly adjust his gaze without attracting attention to his eyes.

He’d insisted on paying Nina despite her offers to waive the fee, and though he was quite sure she’d undercharged him Wylan put up no more fight once cash had changed hands. She talked quietly as she worked, the task was slow and he supposed she was trying to distract him from the acute itching that flared beneath her gentle touches, but Wylan could only really offer answers occasionally. She asked him about his work with Kaz and the Dregs, told him something about Ravka that he had forgotten to listen to. Wylan just sat very still, feeling the flex of her fingers over his skin.

Anya had not been the only Grisha indentured to Wylan’s father, but for most of his memory she had been the only Corporalnik. Before her there had been another woman, older than Wylan or Anya but not as old as Jan Van Eck, of whom Wylan only had one clear memory. The lakehouse.

Stop the bleeding. No - don’t Heal him. Let it scar.

Wylan had sat on a spindly little wooden chair like this one, no longer daring to swing his feet off the edge, looking straight ahead at the wall on the other side of the room. There was nowhere else he could look, with a hand holding his forehead in place. Tears tracked down his cheeks and mingled with his blood, and for the crime of crying he was denied a handkerchief to clear either. Hours later he would see himself in the mirror and almost flinch at the sight of his pale and scarred countenance looking thoroughly like he had cried thick red streams of blood.

“I explained to you why this was necessary, Wylan,” his father had snapped, his fragile patience frayed already, “And you told me that you understood. Are you so much of a simpleton that I need to teach you what the word "understand " means?”

Wylan hung his head. He could not explain that no matter how well he understood the necessity of the action that it still caused him pain, that he was not choosing to sit here and cry like a weakling but maybe that really was all he could amount to.

“No father,” he whispered, “I’m sorry,”

He’d earned himself an admonishment for insolence, for speaking out of turn, and held his tongue the rest of the time he spent sitting in that little chair. The cuts they made on his face were planned but not necessarily precise; there had to be at least one that didn’t run straight through the eyes, so it didn’t look too perfect, and of that same vein some that ran deeper down his face and some that finished far quicker. It wasn’t until later, when enough of his father’s peers had seen him sporting the new accessory, that Wylan was permitted to have them Tailored - and even then the spiny edge of one that finished just over his cheekbone was always left visible, like a little warning and reminder to himself. Like he could fucking forget.

The Corporalnik who’d accompanied them to the lake house vanished upon their return, and it was a few years afterwards that Anya appeared. Wylan couldn’t picture the woman’s face, now, could bring no image of her at all to mind. He could only feel her cold fingers on her face, the itch and the sting and the blood and tears dripping horribly over him until he truly had gone blind beneath their watery film. The press of the knife was back beneath his eye, that sting, the sudden pain and then the open coldness of the wound; the feeling of someone’s hands against his skin, the itch of a Healing, the tiny, accidental catch of a nail along the edge of a fresh cut. He gasped, breath catching in his throat.

“Wylan?”

He was shaken back to the present, hurtling through the air without moving a single inch from the spindly little wooden chair. Nina’s voice was soft, nervous, watching him as though he were a delicate vase that might tumble and crack as she drew her hands away.

“Keep going,” he whispered, gripping the seat of the chair until his knuckles turned white.

“Are you-?”

“Keep going,”

She continued, but the concerned look in her eyes didn’t fade.

A silence settled over them for a short time, before Wylan dared to ask the question that had been bubbling inside him ever since Nina had agreed to do this for him.

“You said…” he hesitated, “The other day, at the Slat, you said that most of the Grisha in Ketterdam know each other,”

Nina nodded, then seemed to catch herself and said aloud:

“For the most part - we know of each other, at least, I don’t know many in person,”

“Do you think - I mean, I’m kind of… looking for someone,” he swallowed, “Do you think you might be able to help me find her?”

“I can try,” said Nina, smiling as she leant back and stretched for a moment, “Not much more to do now. So,” she moved back in and her fingers found purchase in whichever of Wylan’s scars had not yet been uncovered, “who are we looking for?”

“Her name’s Anya, Anya-,” said Wylan, suddenly sure he was glowing with embarrassment at the horrifying realisation that, if he had ever even known it all, he had forgotten Anya’s surname. He cleared his throat a little awkwardly, “She’s a Healer, on indenture in the city but I don’t know where. She was at my father’s house until a few months before I… it was six months ago, I think. Something like that. I don’t know what happened,”

“I don’t recognise her name,” Nina told him, “But there’s a good chance that I’ll know somebody who does. I can try,”

“Thank you,” Wylan felt some tiny relief breaking inside him, because at least if he knew where she was then he knew if she was safe, could maybe even try to devise some way of helping her, “How much…?”

“Nothing,”

“But-”

“Nothing,” Nina repeated, firmly.

“Please, I already feel like I’m underpaying you for this at least let me-”

“Don’t be silly Wylan,” she said, not unkindly, “I don’t charge my friends. Look left for me?”

Wylan tilted his face slowly, trying to pretend she had not just changed the world again with a single sentence. With a single word.

“Sorry, I mean your left,” said Nina gently, placing two fingers on his face to turn him in the other direction.

Horror flooded through Wylan and he felt his cheeks burning, but Nina said nothing more of the matter and it was only a few minutes later that she leant back and said:

“There, all done,”

Wylan smiled.

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2nd-mushroom-circle · 1 year ago

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I don't know if anyone's asked already, if yes I didn't see it, but I would absolutely love to hear about your fairy tale murder mystery!

no one has recently (unless my notifications have gobbled it up), so thanks for the ask! i posted about it a while ago when i was still worldbuilding, but now we’re at about the midpoint (or a little further) of the game, so it’s a great time to catch you up! i won’t give you details cause it’s complicated but here are the vibes:

Book 1: A Tangled Web

We open in the tiny kingdom of Kiatar, sandwiched between several larger countries and the encroaching forest of the feywild to the west. Tensions are high between Kiatar and the feywild, and they have been for a while. Hunters poach magical creatures and plants for magicless humans to draw on. Lost children disappear into the woods, never to be seen again. Shapeshifters walk among us, so well hidden that it’s hard to know if you can even trust your own family.

And the king has just been killed.

I would say “all signs point to feywild,” but that’s not quite true. The signs point in a confusing number of contradictory directions. It’s pretty clear this comes from the feywild, though - I mean, who else would do it? And it probably has something to do with that unlikely group of people and animals who found themselves teleported from the crime scene to the edge of the feywild in the middle of the night when we had a scheduling difficulty.

Our party consists of: Moseas, a devout priest of justice made out of rock; Shiloh, a young librarian with a tragic secret and a lot of pent up rage; Spice, a literal ferret who belongs to the princess of Kiatar; Foggy, a fairie posing as a cat to find out why the hunters keep attacking her home; and Gene. Who is just a guy. (Allegedly.)

The party spent the first book of the campaign trying to avoid suspicion and uncover clues by sneaking about through the hidden passages of the castle, to varying degrees of success. Shiloh made some enemies. Might the stares and mistrust bring back bad old memories of the way she was blamed when her sister was lost to the feywild? Who can say? (I can. They did.) Spice made some discoveries. Hard, still, to tell what the gaps in his memory are hiding, or why he can’t remember that door in the princess’s room, but his beloved princess is lying to him, and he doesn’t know why. Foggy made some progress when she and Spice investigated the greenhouse and found suspicious activity from the gardener. Gene made a break for it, when suddenly confronted with a man he recognized from long ago, arriving with the aiding forces of an allied kingdom.

And Moseas made a deal.

Ill-advised but understandable, really, when you come down to it. He couldn’t have known the witch would ask him to kill the queen of the fairies.

We will leave our party there, setting out for the feywild to support their friend, leaving the mysteries and intrigue of the castle behind - or so they think. After all, they still have not discovered why the king and queen have faked their iron rings of protection, or what happened to the maid Ariadne, who seems to have disappeared. They don’t know whose eyes sometimes look out of their own reflection. They have not traced the whereabouts of the guard captain’s changeling daughter, or discovered the truth (ha!) of the shattering goddess. They do not know of the Dryad, the Weaver, the Caterpillar, the myriad of twisting, powerful things in the feywild that play with truth and lies as much or more than the royal court.

Oh yes, the mysteries are not quite over for our party. But neither, I think, are the revelations.

#wktk #in case you can’t tell the parts about the feywild are written from a very specific in-universe perspective #they are not. necessarily. true #one of the main themes of this campaign is truth vs perception #anyways that doesn’t even get into some of the plot points #like the magic mad scientist who’s gonna cast a world-changing spell on shiloh in two days #or the king and queen’s secret fey polycule #(which the party just discovered a few sessions into the feywild)#if this gets literally any attention i will do an ask game abt the npcs cause i care them

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ringalingring7 · 5 years ago

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no thoughts head empty only fear garden cover by miss shellah

#KEEPING MY MOUTH TIGHTLY SHUT ILL NEVER SAY ABIUT MY GARDEN #HIDE THE TRUTH ILL NEVER TELL ANYONE ABOUT MY GARDEN

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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hey jd, how do we feel about aemond finding out that aegon put his hands on you? granted, you’re just a servant girl and it’s not the first time he’s harassed the help, but what would happen? huh? 👀 -@pluvialpoet

word count: 2.2k

warnings: implied/vaguely described smut, implied SA of some kind, hurt/comfort, brief suicidal ideation, heavy angst, friends to lovers, way too much wholesomeness, not exactly breeding kink but mentions of pregnancy/babies

"I'll fucking kill him," Aemond decided. "I finally will, I'll do it."

"No, you won't," you sighed as you rested your hands on his shoulders. "That wouldn't do anyone any good."

"It would do me some fucking good," he insisted, nostrils flaring and uncovered eye wide with fire, "knowing that no man who has touched you lives."

"He did it to anger you, Aemond," you explained flatly, holding on tighter to him and trying not to notice the way it made your broken heart race. "Don't give in to him— you'd only be giving him what he wants." Just as I did... but I had no choice.

He looked away quickly, so you couldn't see his eye at all, and for a second you thought he might be getting choked up. "So it is my fault, then," he realised.

"No!" you yelped. "No, I didn't mean—"

"He knows that I care for you," Aemond whispered shakily. "Better than I do, he knows, and he wants to use you to hurt me. It's why I never..."

He swallowed, turning away from you, and you reached up to his shoulder. "I thought you would tell me anything, Aemond. Tell me."

It was a promise you'd made well over a decade ago, when you were just children. That was when it all started: this bizarre, impossible friendship. Back then, it didn't seem so strange to you that a servant girl and the prince could be friends, but the longer it went on, the more you both became aware of how forbidden it all really was. It never stopped you, though. Yes, it made you more cautious— only meeting in dark, quiet places, or secluded corners of the gardens— but it never made you any less close. He shared with you the fears, the dreams, the prayers he could not tell his own family; and you, just the same, though you had no family left after your mother succumbed to illness. Even the other servants didn't approve of your friendship with the prince, so you had to hide it from them at well— if they suspected he favoured you in any way, they would exploit you at best, or take some kind of revenge at worst. Still, he snuck into the kitchens when you were cooking to steal bites of fruit and cheese while he talked to you; still, you scrubbed the floors by his chambers in the morning just in case he wanted to come out and sit down nearby, leaning against the wall and giving you advice on the latest dilemma of your life (of which you had several, often one after the other if not overlapping).

That promise to tell each other anything, and everything, you made it in a tree in the gardens. He loved to climb as a boy, and you couldn't keep up but he always held your hand when you were afraid to fall. That was your tree, and it was where you found him, crying, after he'd seen the scar over his eye for the first time. He'd kept a brave face about it all— about the bullying, about his fear he'd never have a dragon of his own, about how angry and terrified he was about what had happened to his face— from the beginning. He didn't even let his mother in on the truth of his feelings, telling her not to be upset about his eye because he wasn't, either. But the lie of indifference that he'd so carefully constructed fell apart in a moment when the healers showed him the barely-healed scar. He climbed your tree alone, to the highest branch, and sobbed— which, by the way, was excruciating with his wound— as he wondered if he should pitch himself from his height and hope it was enough to end everything.

But when he looked down at the ground again, you were standing in the middle of the green grass, staring up at him. "I'm cross with you!" you informed him plainly, balling up your little fists and shouting.

He sniffled and wiped his eye quickly, covering the other with the patch the healers had given him— he didn't want you to see him like this, he didn't want anyone to see him like this. "With me?" he repeated with a shaky voice. "What... what did I do?"

"You climbed our tree by yourself!"

He laughed a little, even through the tears. "I found this tree first," he reminded you proudly, "I showed it to you! I said, look at this tree I found."

"Yes, but it's our tree now," you explained, "and you shouldn't be in it by yourself. I can't get up there without your help!"

Rolling his eye to feign irritation with your ineptitude, he navigated himself down a bit until he could reach out for your hand and help pull you up. When you were sitting together among the branches, you eventually coaxed the truth out of him, about everything he'd been afraid to admit to anyone. He seemed to think he would be fearless if he simply told no one what he was really afraid of; but that hadn't worked, had it? The boys still taunted him for having no dragon, and he still lost his eye. The only thing that had changed was that he had to go it all alone. Until now.

"You have to promise not to hide anything from me again," you decided. "We have to tell each other everything. Even the things we're scared to tell anybody... that's the stuff that matters most, anyway."

"Okay," he agreed. "How are we going to swear on it?"

You tilted your head in confusion.

"We have to swear on something," he decided, "or it's just something we're saying."

"I'll swear on my life," you decided. "I'll die before I ever hide something from you, or tell you a lie."

He seemed hesitant. "Can I hide one thing from you, at least?"

"No!"

He frowned. "At least let me wait to show you."

He reached up to the patch shakily, and you realised what it was he wanted to hide. "Okay... that can wait, until it's healed better. But you need to swear on your life!"

"All right! I will!" he groaned, frustrated by your insistence. "I swear, on my life, I'll tell you everything from now on. And never lie to you."

"Or you'll die," you added, smiling with a grin that was missing a tooth or two that had fallen out recently.

"Or I'll die," he agreed. For the first time since he saw that scar, he didn't want to die.

But even then, you couldn't have known how much more complicated things would become. Now you were grown— faster than you should've been— and Aegon, jealous of the affection you shared, had tried to spoil it all. It was the first time since you made that promise that you really considered hiding something from Aemond, being both ashamed of what had occurred and terrified of how your best friend would react.

"Please, tell me," you begged him as your hand held tighter onto his shoulder.

He almost scared you with how fast he turned around, how he clutched your arms and yet couldn't look you in the face. "I never told anyone," he whispered harshly, "how I felt about you. I never wanted to break our promise— it was just to keep you safe, I need you to be safe, do you understand?"

Though you had to bite your lip to keep it from quivering, you nodded.

"But if he knows..."

Your eyes welled with tears, trying not to see Aegon's face in your mind, the horrible way he'd looked at you.

"I should tell you," Aemond decided. "I should tell you that I've fallen in love with you."

Before you could properly react to that, his hands clutched your face and wiped the tear that had begun to run down your cheek.

"He hates me for it," Aemond continued. "He hates that I'm in love with a servant girl and he can't even love his own wife. He hates us because he'll never know what we share. And he must have thought that if he forced himself on you, that he would understand, that he could know what kind of love we have. But he can't imagine that it's your mind I love, not your body. He can't imagine the beauty of your heart."

Crying harder, you reached up to hold onto his wrists. "Aemond..." you whispered.

"If you don't love me, don't tell me yet," he pleaded. "You can break our promise, just this once. Let me imagine for a night that I haven't ruined everything."

You pulled your hands away and plunged forward, slamming your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He widened his eyes for a second before kissing you back, delicately holding your waist to keep you close. It was tender and sweet, even as you struggled to stop crying from the overwhelming emotion of the moment.

When you broke away, he pressed his forehead to yours, and you both shut your eyes. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you," he added, and you smiled.

"Weren't you afraid to die?" you joked.

"It felt like dying," he replied, opening his eyes again and examining you. "Having you so close, but not in the way I wanted... being able to keep you near but never hold you... it was worse than death, at times. I never wanted anyone to touch you but me."

Sighing shakily, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears louder than your own voice when you spoke. "Then touch me," you breathed. "I want you to."

His grip tightened on your waist, thumb petting your back, and you looked up at him expectantly. "My brother..." he trailed off. "I don't want to be like him. I don't want it to... be like that."

"It won't," you promised, "you're nothing like him. I want you to touch me, Aemond, please— I want to forget. Make me forget any touch but yours."

Pulling your body into his, guiding your head to tilt back, he kissed you again— deeper, hungrier, still slow but with this growing sense of desperation between the both of you.

He took you to the garden that night, pressed you up against your tree, and claimed you in the way you'd dreamed he would for years. He did more than make you forget Aegon, he made you forget everything that wasn't this moment; he held onto you so tightly and promised to never let you go, told you how beautiful you'd become, admitted how many years he'd spent longing for you but hiding his true feelings. You had so many things you wanted to say in return, but you were entirely lost for words the whole night— all you could do was cling to him and whine his name and run your fingers through his silky silver hair.

You spent the whole night in his arms; even when the sun was beginning to rise over the garden, he brought you to his chambers and took you once again there. Needless to say, he was exhausted after that, and passed out beside you on the mattress when he finally decided he couldn't go again. You were tired, too, but you couldn't sleep— you were so full of joy and excitement that you stayed awake and laid beside him, petting his hair and scratching his head and back as he slept. You didn't mean to wake him when you kissed his arm, but he turned and looked at you with a small smile. "Good morning," he mumbled in a deep, scratchy voice.

"It's well into the afternoon," you reminded him with a giggle. "You've slept all day."

He gave you a mischievous smirk as he pulled you closer, scooping you up into his arms and pressing your back to his chest. "Well, when you make love all night, that's the consequence, it seems," he explained.

His hand that held your chest moved down to your stomach, just under your belly button, and held you there as he leaned in closer to kiss your ear softly.

"There could be other consequences," he noticed.

You swallowed nervously. "Yes," you agreed, "but I could drink—"

"No," he interrupted, though he softened a second later. "I wish you wouldn't, at least not every time... I want it to take."

Your heart swelled. "But Aemond, you're a prince," you blurted out, looking over your shoulder at him, "and I'm only—"

"And you're my beloved," he whispered back, caressing your cheek with his hand and smiling at you. "And our child would be beautiful."

You smiled shyly, turning your body completely so you could hide your face in his neck. "Our child would be a bastard," you warned him.

"Our child would be a prince," he corrected, "our child would be made in love. Would you like that?"

You nodded against him, and he smiled as he kissed the top of your head. Finally, the need to sleep caught up with you after being up for so long; you ached inside and out, and with your head on his chest your eyes started to get heavier. You slept like you never had before, not because of the exhaustion— but because you'd never felt so safe.

#aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fic

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the-dragons-knight · 3 years ago

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FFXIV Write 2021

Prompt #25 - Hide Not Your Happiness

Silver Lining - ‘a sign of hope in an unfortunate or gloomy situation; a bright prospect’

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The ring on her finger felt so heavy suddenly, and she twisted it back and forth as she paced the small area in the gardens of House Fortemps. Her feline ears could still pick up the sounds of the music coming from the open windows of the ballroom and the voices of the guests happily chatting and laughing within. She made sure she could not be seen from those bright windows for her absence would surely raise suspicion. It was her celebration after all, a party celebrating the Warrior of Light’s return to Ishgard after the victory in Ala Mhigo, and yet here she was, fretting and worrying to herself in the garden. Of course she had ample reason to worry. Tonight was the night they would tell them all.

It was the night she and Aymeric decided it was time to tell the world of their relationship as well as their engagement to be married.

They had kept it secret all this time to not raise unnecessary suspicion from anyone that she had ‘swayed the lord commander’s decisions with her wiles’ or any such thing as they had come together in the midst of the Dragonsong War, and once it was over, Ishgard needed to focus on its own healing, not the gossip about the First Seat of the House of Lords’s love life. No, she already had to put those still holding on to the past in their places when they spoke ill of him. She would not be another reason for them to do so.

And so they hid their relationship, hiding dinners and late night dates behind the gauze of diplomatic discussions and waiting until the dead of night to meet one another. It had been hard to hide their feelings at times, and so they settled on others knowing about their deep feelings for one another, yet never the truth that they were together. Not until now.

It had been the first thing he had said when Aymeric had knelt down in front of her, the setting sunlight sparkling in his eyes and crowning his head as she had looked into the warmth of his loving smile and said as he’d held her hand, “I want the world to know of us. I want our love to be on full display for all to see. For too long I have hidden it, and I want to show everyone just how proud of our love I am. How proud I am that you call me yours, and I call you mine.”

She would never forget those words, how she prayed to the Savoir that she never ever would forget the beauty of his speech and the love in his eyes that day. Yet even while this happiness bubbled in her heart, her hands trembled as her nerves still ruled over her body. Her ears fell flat on her head as she stared down at the silver ring and how it glistened in the moonlight, spinning it slightly as the dark sapphire stone that was set in it sparkled with the gold filigree that accented it. She sighed deeply and turned on her heel to pace the other direction again, the fallen snow on the ground sweeping into the air with the movement of the long skirt of her Ishgardian gown. Aymeric was probably looking for her, worrying where she might have gone. Her absence was sure to be noticed too by others, and she knew she would need to return to the party soon.

“Katsum? Is that you?”

But not just yet.

The blonde knightess’s tail fluffed slightly in surprise as she looked up and stopped in her tracks, quickly hiding her ringed hand under the other as she did her best to smile at the aged Count of the house, “Lord Edmont.”

Edmont was standing on the last step of the small set of stairs that descended into the little garden they stood in, looking at her curiously as he held his cane close to him. His thick furred coat had a few of the fallen snowflakes on it, meaning he had been standing there for at least a few minutes, and Katsum’s heart trembled as she wondered how long he had been watching her pace. Yet he merely smiled at her, regarding her with a gentle nod of his head, “Needed a moment away from the noise, yes? It can be rather overwhelming at times.”

Katsum quickly nodded in response, happy for the excuse he provided her, “Yes. I have quite a lot on my mind so I…needed a moment away to think.”

Edmont nodded, “You are a busy woman, a very sought after one as well. Though Ser Aymeric spoke of having news to share tonight which has me rather curious.”

He didn’t…did he

“Oh?”

“Yes, he mentioned it was some wonderful news, though it leaves me to wonder what better news can we get over the liberation of Ala Mhigo.” He chuckled, stepping down off the last step and standing before her now.

She did her best to smile and laugh with him, “That is true yes. I suppose we can only wonder. He did not mention anything to me as of late.” She hated lying, but the painful throb of fear in her chest gave her few options.

He seemed to think about that for a moment before he spoke again, “Actually, I am glad that you are here. I had come to do some thinking myself, but I would like the company of another for a moment or two if you wouldn’t mind?”

The knightess blinked as her insides shiver in worry, but she controlled herself and gave him a warm smile and a nod, “I’d be glad to.”

He nodded and led her to the stone bench that was settled in the middle of the garden, facing a small statuette of Halone surrounded by a snow-covered bush of red flowers. Katsum settled herself beside him on the bench after sweeping off the fallen snow, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye.

Edmont stood his cane in front of him and settled both hands upon it as he gazed up at the moon, “A beautiful and peaceful night, yes? It reminds me of the first night and yours came to Ishgard. An uncommonly calm night that was, but I'm sure you know that by now.”

Katsum nodded, “I remember that night well.”

“It was that same night that I chanced to hear someone singing in the silence, and when I had opened the window, I found it was coming from one of the rooms upstairs, and the window to your room was open too,” Katsum froze in shock, yet Edmont seemed not to notice and smiled as he continued, “And while I listened, I noticed another figure walking along the late night streets and he too heard the singing and stopped to listen, enamored by its loving tune as I was. I was not sure at first who the man was, but when the moonlight caught his scaled regalia and the royal blue of his coat, it was hard not to see Ser Aymeric.”

Katsum was horrified. She had thought no one had seen or heard her that night, and now she knew that not only had Count Edmont heard her, but Aymeric had as well?

She locked gazes with the smiling count, and he laughed at the shock he saw there, “It’s alright, dear. I’m sorry to have spied on you, yet I noticed something else that night that neither of you did for quite a while I think.”

She blushed lightly with embarrassment as she looked down at her clasped hands, still hiding her ring finger and the glittering ring that encircled it, “And what would that be?”

“That you both of you had fallen for one another before you even knew what love was.”

Her ears stood straight up as her jaw fell, “My lord, that’s—!”

“May I see it?”

“..See what?”

“The ring, dear girl, the one you are hiding from me.”

Katsum’s sapphire eyes flew back to him before she looked down at where he held out his hand to her, gesturing for her own. With shaking fingers, she let go of her own hand and placed it gently in his, watching his gloved fingers clasp hers gently as he turned her hand and watched the ring gleam and shimmer in the night air.

Edmont smiled warmly, and breathed a deep and happy sigh, “How beautiful. And how happy I am for you both.”

“But…how did you…?”

“I was a boy once myself, Katsum. A boy who walked a similar path to Lord Aymeric’s. I know those longing looks and stolen glances. They were my own many not so long ago when I was young,” He let her hand go as she returned it to her lap and he leaned back on the bench, “I cannot say that all noticed, but I did. I could not help but notice.”

“I see…” She mumbled softly.

“So then I ask as I am rather worried. Why does it weigh on you so now? Are you not happy about being engaged to him?”

“Of course I am!” Her voice was a bit louder than she expected and spooked her slightly as she softly apologized and lowered her words so only he might hear her, just in case, “I am so joyous it is hard to contain at times. I’m marrying the man I love more than anyone after all, but…I worry. I worry what Ishgard might have to say of such things.” Edmont did not answer right away, looking to be in thought of this as she continued, finally just letting go of it all and laying it all bare, “Aymeric has been the subject of gossip all his life…and I fear that some would question him more if the woman who helped save Ishgard were to become his wife. Would they think I swayed his decisions with my…body…or something, or would they say I was stringing him along for a high seat of power in the nation? Would they call him a heretic for marrying a woman not of the same faith, and a miqo’te as well? I just…”

“Katsum,” Her voice died as he laid a hand on hers, “Stop.” She quieted, her sadness and worry showing itself in her face and eyes as she looked up at him. He sighed heavily before responding, “My people are a stubborn sort. Or should I say ours, yes? Your mother is of Ishgardian descent, or at least from the colonies. Not that it truly matters. You are right, some will question things, yet the same people will question if the people of the Brume should be allowed to speak about the issues of their own nation. The answer is undeniable yes, yet they will still question it. The point I mean to make by that is why let the words of these people stop you from being happy, hmm?”

Her ears fell as the truth she had been trying to tell herself finally rang through to her heart, happy to hear him continue as his voice chase away the seeds of doubt and worry, “You have done so much for this nation, putting your own life in the line to fight when so many of the noble folk have never stepped foot on the battlefield. Who could, in their right mind, question your marriage as being anything other than love truly? The only proof they could ever find is the amount of caring love you both hold for one another, always running to the other’s aid whenever it is needed. Yes, people will gossip in their jealousy, but Katsum, I say let them. You deserve this,” He laughed with the next words he spoke, “And by the Fury, I will see to it that one of my sons is happily married before I leave this world, I swear it.”

Katsum couldn’t stop the giggle that left her and it warmed her heart to see him smile so brightly in response. She looked down at the ring again, smiling at the blue gem as she breathed out the last of her anxieties, “You are too kind, my lord, truly…but thank you. Your words have helped me see the happiness again.”

“Good. Then show it here,” He pointed to her face as he tapped his cane on the stone path beneath their feet, “Show the world happy you are that your finger is lined with silver and gold, and the promise of forever.”

The blonde warrior nodded, “I shall.”

“Katsum? Lord Edmont? Are you out here?” The familiar ring of Aymeric’s deep voice called out over the hedges to them and the count moved to stand, holding out a hand to her to help her stand as well.

“Ah yes, it is quite time to return to the festivities, and high time you returned to your husband-to-be’s side, yes daughter?”

Katsum shook her head slightly with a laugh as she took his hand and rose to her feet, “Yes, I do believe so. We have joyous news to share after all, yes?”

He nodded, walking beside her up the path to the manor, making their way to where the Lord Commander stood waiting for them, “I thank you for your time and for listening to an old count’s ramblings as well, my lady.”

“Lord Edmont?”

“Yes, Lady Katsum?”

“Thank you. Thank you for easing my worries.”

“It was my pleasure, child.”

((Thank you, Stephen Critchlow, for the life you breathed into this character. The count shall always hold a special place in my and Katum’s heart, so thank you for the character your words and voice gave him.))

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the-broken-truth · 3 years ago

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Broken Truth: Last time - Diedre was confronted by a mysterious ghost who called himself Adam and called her out on her weakness before instructing her to speak to Donna about who he was. Just who is Adam and what does he have to do with Diedre?

Enjoy, @snowflakestree

[It was quiet at the Beneviento House as The Head and Heir - along with the Family Icon (Angie) - sat at the table and ate dinner, in silence. Diedre looked up at her mother who was looking at her but her gaze turned down to her food after being caught. The girl exhaled before she placed her fork down and looked at her mother.]

Diedre: Mother, you would never hide something from me, would you?

Donna (Looked at her daughter with confusion on her face): What would make you think I would?

Diedre: Then tell me this: Who is Adam?

[At that moment - time stopped for Donna, she dropped the glass she was drinking her tea from, causing it to shatter into the fragments that created it. Donna took a deep breath before she looked into her daughter's eyes and spoke with a calm voice.]

Donna: Where did you hear that name, Diedre?

Diedre (Looks at her small hands): A ghost appeared before me in the forest and told me as you about Adam. Now...(A dull glare in her eyes) Who is he, Mother?

Donna (Stands from her chair): I knew this day would come eventually but...I never thought you would find out about him this way. I thought his spirit long since passed on.

[Donna walked over to the portrait of herself with the newborn heir in her hands before she removed the yellow plant that sat in the vase resting upon the short table below the painting. Diedre watched as one of the corners of the paintings began to change - became darker and took shape, the shape of...Diedre's eyes widened. It was him! The same ghost that she met in the forest! Why was he in the painting with her and her mother?! Why was he smiling?!]

Diedre: Who is he?

Donna (Looks at the man in the painting with a smile): That man...is Adam Wolf - Son of the Noble Wolf Family, My Late Husband, and...(Looks at Diedre) Your Father.

[Those words sent chills down Diedre's spine before something inside her shattered as she glared at the man - he was her FATHER?! The same bastard that made her look weak was the one whose blood ran through her veins?! If he was her father then...why didn't she remember him?]

Donna: I can tell from the look on your face you have a lot of questions. I'll start from the beginning.

[The two of them walked into the study and sat together on the sofa before Donna took a deep inhale then exhale before she began speaking.]

Donna: When I was younger, lots of people made fun of me because of the scar before it began like this; it was horrible but then one day, a young boy came out of nowhere and he made them leave me alone. He introduced himself as Adam Wolf; I thought he was just being kind and humble but from that day on, he stayed beside me and cared for me. He didn't leave my side unless we had no choice - he would walk me home every evening and waited for me every morning so I wouldn't be alone, he would glare at anyone who looked at me the wrong way. (Smiles with a blush) This went all for years...he never failed to meet me to make sure I was alright; even when I was sick, he would come with his mother's homemade chicken soup and sit with me for hours, just to be with me.

Diedre: What about...the accident?

Donna (Looks at the fireplace): When I lost my parents and was adopted by Mother Miranda, I isolated myself from any and everyone; even him because I thought he would find me as disgusting as I found myself but...I was wrong. One year later, I received word that Adam was seen talking to my gardener, asking about me and wanting to know how I was; he thought I was alone and he made it his mission to come see me again. He applied to be a servant here - my first male servant and...he still cared for me deeply. He didn't care about my scar, he wanted me for me - for my heart. My heart began to...flutter when I was around him and he loved the dolls just as much as I did...(Chuckles) There was even a time Angie wanted to hang on his shoulder instead of hanging with me.

Diedre: And you fell in love with him?

Donna (Blushing): Undeniably in love but before I could confess my love, I told him everything - about Mother Miranda, the other lords, the Cadou, everything and he was...happy. Happy that I trusted him enough to tell him that stuff and on the anniversary of the day we met...he proposed to me. He said he wanted: "To create a new and better Beneviento Family" and walked to stand beside me with whatever I did.

Diedre (Looks at the fire): You really loved him...then what happened to him? Why isn't he with us?

Donna: Adam was born with a medical condition that made his body weaker than it was supposed to be - his bones were more fragile, his muscles would tear if he applied too much pressure to them, or his organ would stop functioning right at odd moments in time. He wasn't even suspected to live...but he wouldn't die. When you were born, there would have been a possibility that you would have inherited this condition but he didn't want that to happen. When you were a week old you had fallen ill from the cold - it was a snowstorm but Adam into the snow to get you something. I begged him to stay but he said 'there is nothing I won't do for my daughter.' and he went out there...that was the last tie I saw him alive.

Diedre (Wide-eyed): What?

Donna (Tears building up): Adam's body was found in the snow on the path leading from Beneviento Manor to the bridge - he had a vial in his hand...medicine for you to keep you strong in the cold winters. Ever since then...you never got sick again. (The tears fall) Forgive me, Diedre.

Donna (Crying): It's was my fault you were so small and weak at birth...If was stronger than your father would have still been with us...

[Diedre shot forward and wrapped her arms around her mother's body held her close.]

Diedre: It's not your fault mother...It was never your fault.

[Donna smiled and held her daughter at those words...completely unaware of the dark cloud forming in her daughter's mind.]

Diedre (Thinking): 'It was never your fault, precious mother. It was HIS. He is the reason I'm so weak. He's the reason I can't properly protect you. He tainted our blood but don't worry, mother...(Sinister smile) I shall make it protect it for you.'

#resident evil 8 #diedre beneviento (oc)#donna beneviento #adam wolf (oc)#The Young Lords #The Four Protective Children of the Lords

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slashyrogue · 4 years ago

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Failed Twitter Attempts-Charhann AU: The Unexpected Gentleman

Johann was sure the young King knew.

His affair with the Queen was still in its infancy, a few dalliances that no one should've suspected, and yet when the visiting young King of Lamia comes to stay it gets harder for those precious moments away. They share glances, desperate to touch, and yet they cannot.

He is almost certain King Charmont, freshly crowned, knows their secret.

And the ball that comes one week into Charmont's stay gives him opportunity to flush out the truth that is what he does.

There are guards everyone, just far enough to protect but not hear everything, and he finds the young King alone in the garden on a bench.

"This event is for you, is it not? Why are you hiding?"

Charmont smiles. "I prefer solitude to parties, but it's not my place to say no as a visitor. I feel I've done my duty."

Johan sits beside him and stares up at the stars. "We are all hard pressed to keep our call to duty, aren't we?"

"Are we?"

He looks at Charmont, whose eyebrow is raised. "Whatever do you mean?"

The young King shakes his head, moving to stand. "Forget I said anything, it's not my place."

Johann grabs his hand. "No, I'd like to know what your meaning."

"I've seen you look at her," Charmont says, pulling his hand back.

He says nothing.

"And she looks the same to you. It's reckless, and dangerous. I do not know you all that well, but..."

"Have you told anyone?" he asks, his voice thick as he stares off.

"No, and I do not intend to."

"Thank you."

Johann goes to the Queen with this news and she is terrified to hear it. He's devastated when she pushes him away and tells him their trysts can never happen again. She promises things will return to normal.

The very next morning he's informed that King Charmont has taken him on as Royal Doctor and he's to follow the King to Lamia.

He knows he has no say in the matter and does his duty.

But Johann feels like a shell of a man once he steps foot in his new home. He does his duty, barely speaking unless spoken to, and steers clear of the young King unless he's called on.

There is no way he'll ever be happy again or forgive Charmont bringing about his heartbreak. The young King seems to know this, his frowns constant when Johann comes to call, and as the months progress he's certain this will not change.

Then in the Fall something happens.

Charmont falls very ill.

Johann works day and night to try to doctor the young King, unsure of the cause, and being in constant close quarters makes it hard to ignore Charmont. Moments that before were stilted become friendly, and friendly talk becomes friendship fast. He worries for his King, hardly can sleep, and it's not soon after when he realizes that he hasn't thought of the Queen in nearly half a year.

All this thoughts are of Char.

This unexpected attachment is just as dangerous, he knows it, and yet when the King finally begins to feel well he cannot help his joy. He takes Char's hand, kissing it, shaking as he speaks.

"I thought you were on your way to death."

Char coughs, smiling. "I happen to have a very good doctor, sir, how dare you besmirch his good name."

"Ch...my King, I..."

The look he sees echoed back at him is far too familiar. "The laws in my Kingdom are not the same as the last," he whispers, squeezing Johann's hand, "I...am free to wed anyone I'd like."

Johann takes his hand back and stands. "I must..."

"Please, Johann. Do not run from this."

He shakes his head. "I must do my duty, my King. Nothing more. I cannot...have it happen again."

"Please!"

Johann runs from him, still shaking, and cannot think clearly as he falls into bed.

He cannot have his heart broken again.

He cannot.

#failed twitter attempts #charhann #hannibal extended universe #ficlets

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maraudersandlily20 · 5 years ago

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this one's sad but something about Harry and Remus after Sirius's death?

There was, in the days after Sirius’s death, a moment when Harry felt the real impact of everything that had happened. He was sitting alone, half way into the water, his pants soaking. The rational part of Harry told him that he could catch cold, sitting in the water, or that there were creatures under the surface that were full of malintent. But, the rest of his mind that was numb and seeking the grounding of anything physical to the world thought that sitting in the water was as good as he was going to get.

It was late June, and he could feel it. The air was growing warmer and everywhere on the school grounds was the feelings of anticipation of summer break. Harry had been excited about the summer months just a few weeks before, looking forward to when he would get to spend a lot of quality time with...

The numbness sunk in again. He had been walking in a daze, unable to process what people were saying to him, or if he was actually existing the past few days. He couldn’t quite get a foot into reality. He couldn’t sleep, he barely ate. He simply didn’t feel like it. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the dark curtain that waved dramatically as his person fell through. So he tried to keep his eyes open.

Harry was lost in thought, feeling the cold water splash against his skin, and so he didn’t see Remus standing a bit away, watching him, carrying a small note from Minerva. She had practically begged him to visit the school and try to get through to Harry. Since his explosion in Dumbledore’s office, he had become practically a walking corpse.

Remus understood, of course. That feeling of grief was one he was quite familiar with. It had been his close and faithful companion since he was 17 years old. But he worried. He worried how someone as broken as he would be able to comfort another broken person.

He took a deep breath before taking off his shoes and his socks and wading into the water til he was standing beside Harry. The water was cold, but not unbearable. Harry had no reaction to his presence, didn’t even spare him a glance, but that didn’t deter Remus. He simply sat down, submerging his lower half, like Harry had done, and looked out across the water. It felt like someone’s cruel idea of a joke, that the world was so warm and bright, so open and free, and these two people only felt darkness.

“Minerva asked me to check on you,” Remus said, his voice a whisper. Harry nodded, but said nothing. Remus was unsure of himself, unsure of what Harry needed, and so he opened his mouth and let whatever he wanted come out.

“My mother passed away when I was 17. She was sick for a long time. I had used her illness as an excuse for my monthly disappearances, but there was some truth to it in the end.” Remus grabbed a handful of dirt and pebbles, watching them sift through his hands and away with the lapping water, repeating the movement again and again.

“It was cancer. Such a silly muggle illness with no rhyme or reason to it. My father didn’t recognize the signs until it was too late. For some reason, magic couldn’t heal her, and neither could the muggle doctors. And she died. It was... hard. Hard to bear. Hard to find that my mother had died due to an illness I couldn’t prevent.”

Harry was quiet, the words of his old friend starting to penetrate his mind. He realized he didn’t know much about Remus Lupin, and found himself curious to the point of the story.

“I always thought that I would end up killing my mother. Whether it be from stress or an accident during shifting. It was always a looming thought over my head every time I went home. But it never happened. I would go home and my mother would bake, and we would fish, or pick flowers, or garden. She had this little pack of ducklings that treated her like a mother and followed her every move whenever she stepped outside.” His eyes grew misty and he smiled. “I haven’t thought about those ducks in a while.” He looked over to Harry, who was still looking away, but Remus could tell he was listening.

“it’s interesting, when I remember her death now. I don’t remember much of the actual day, but I remember the day before, when I spent the afternoon in the hospital. She had been feeling uncharacteristically well. She asked me for an arm and she pulled her I.V. along with her. We looked quite a sight, I’m sure, but mom didn’t mind. She just wanted to walk. We went through the entire floor, saying hello to familiar nurses and friends that she had made.” Remus turned his eyes to the horizon, as if picturing it all like he was there again. There was a bit of silence, as if Remus was gathering his strength about the whole thing. He hadn’t spoken about these experiences for many years, and it was easy to tell. Harry let his gaze wander over to him, noticing his sad but touched expression.

Remus pushed on. “We talked about anything and everything, from flowers to bees to the type of parchment to use. She asked me about the future, what I wanted to be when I grew up, what I was looking for in someone I loved. I don’t know if my mom knew about me and Sirius, but I assume she did. We were writing to each other constantly and I have never been one to hide my feelings very well.”

Remus turned slightly, trying to face Harry more in the water. The young boy looked up at him, his eyes red. He pulled them off of his face and tucked them into his shirt. “Go on,” he said, his voice quiet.

“When I left the hospital, I asked my mother if she could do one thing in the whole world, what it would be. And you know what she said? She said, I wish I could sit in my garden and watch the sunset, and feel the love of the world forever.” Remus rubbed at the tears coming out of his eyes, but he was smiling.

“After she died, I was sitting in front of her grave, asking her why she had to go so soon, why she couldn’t have fought just a little harder. Why she had left me alone in such a scary time. I stayed there for hours, watching as the sun got deeper in the sky. I felt very very very alone.”

“Did Sirius show up?” Harry asked, sounding very much like a boy who had had a bad dream.

“He did.” Remus pulled up his knees and rested his arms on top of them. “My father probably told him where I was. He came and sat beside me, just like this, not saying a word. He loved me in a way I had never been loved, but in that moment, I think he understood me more than he ever had.” He sighed, deeply, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen to clear out the feelings he had inside. “We sat in front of her grave in silence until Sirius told me the story of how he had gone to the hospital to visit her, without me knowing. He had bought her flowers and read her a book, and stayed there for hours til the nurses kicked him out. I asked why he had never told me. And I’ll never forget what he said.”

Remus looked over at Harry, his tears coming in earnest. “He said, “I didn’t go for you. I went because, if Hope Lupin could raise someone as good as you, then maybe she could have something good for me.” He shook his head. “He went because of the person she was, and wanted to take a little bit of that for himself.”

Harry looked ahead again, watching the sunlight shimmer against the water as they sat in silence. “He told me, you know.” Harry said finally. Remus looked over at him curiously. “He told me about you and him. He told me how you had loved each other when you were younger, like how my dad and mom had loved each other. He said, though, that now it was different. You both had changed too much to ever find your way back to each other like you had before.” Harry turned to him “Was that true?”

“Partly,” came the quiet response. “The boy that fell in love with Sirius Black didn’t exist when Sirius’ name was cleared. In his place was a tired old man who had seen enough heartache to last a lifetime. It was... difficult. To let him back in. But we tried. We tried so hard. When you love someone that much, Harry, you would do anything to make things work.”

Harry nodded. His gaze landed in his lap, where his hands were soaking in the cold water. “I don’t think Sirius was afraid of anything,” he whispered. “Even when he was alone and hiding, he always pushed on and came out the winner. He seemed so fearless, so... invincible.”

“Sirius was stronger than anyone I had ever met before, except my mother.” Remus agreed before placing a soft hand on Harry’s arm. “But you’re wrong. He was afraid of one thing; he was afraid of what this world would do to you. He was afraid of how you would see him. He was afraid that you would lose the parts of yourself that made you... you. The ones that seemed ingrained into you, the parts that you inherited from your parents. He was afraid of seeing you broken. He was not stronger than that fear. It was with him every moment of every day. It was his worst nightmare.”

For the first time in days, Harry felt tears rush to the surface and pour out of his eyes. He cried, thinking of the one person in the world who saw him, who loved him, who would have taken care of him, and how that person was gone. “I don’t know how to do it, Remus,” he sobbed, his voice catching. “I don’t know how to go on without him. I’m so tired of losing everyone I love. But I never thought I’d- I never thought I’d lose him.”

It was then that Remus crossed the invisible line between them and wrapped the boy in his arms in a hug. Harry let out a gasping cry, clinging tight to the only person who seemed to understand his grief. It was a pain in his chest that he thought might never be filled.

“I wish I could say it got easier,” Remus said, stroking Harry’s hair comfortingly. “I wish I could say that one day, you’ll wake up and be perfectly fine. But you won’t.” He pulled back. “Losing someone you love doesn’t get better, it doesn’t miraculously heal. It leaves a hole inside of you that cannot be filled by anyone else. And though it doesn’t go away, you start to learn to live with it. It takes a lot of time. But it happens.”

Harry pulled away, wiping his nose with his shirt. “I just wish there was a place for him. A place that we could go to talk to him. But there’s nothing left. Just... emptiness, just the lack of him.”

Remus perked, having an idea. “Come with me,” he said, rising from the water and watching as the droplets fell off him. He offered Harry a hand and watched as the boy rose. They looked quite the sight, their lower halves completely drenched. But Remus ignored it and pushed on.

He and Harry walked toward the large whomping willow which was swaying slightly in the June breeze. As they approached, it was like it sensed them and perked up in case of danger. But Remus started to whistle and the tree grew still. He bent over and picked up a flat stone before making his way to the trunk of the tree. Harry didn’t understand what they were doing, but watched like he was hypnotized. Remus took out his wand and whispered a spell under his breath before beginning to write on the stone. When he finished, he held it up for Harry to see. “Here lies Sirius Orion Black. The only person in the world brighter than the star he was named for.”

Remus bent over to place the stone against the trunk of the tree and patted the bark. “Sirius always loved this tree. He said it was misunderstood and mistreated, just like him, but when you stopped for a moment and tried to see the beauty of it, tried to understand why it acted certain ways, it became less of a threat and more of a beauty. And I have never looked at this tree the same since.”

“Sirius was always good at seeing things differently, seeing both sides of things.” Harry murmured. “He never wanted anyone to feel the way he had growing up, with a family that didn’t love or understand him. I think his desire to see the best in every second is what’ll I’ll miss the most.”

“Hmm,” came the soft reply. “I think I will miss his ability to make any moment a moment of light, with just his smile. I don’t think I’ll ever see anything like it again.”

Harry leaned over and wrapped his arm around Remus’ waist. “I’m sorry you lost him.” he said, letting the tears stream from his eyes.

“I’m sorry you lost him too,” Remus answered.

And they stood there, under Sirius’ misunderstood tree, looking at a stone that bore his name and encapsulated just a bit of his spirit, and felt the loss of their person together. It was heavy and dark, but the memory of him gave Harry a moment of peace. And he had hope that the hole that Remus talked about might become less looming and more manageable, like a friend that would remind him of how not to take good things for granted, and to look for beauty in unexpected places.

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deliontower · 4 years ago

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title: 1912 part 6 pairing: dean x reader summary: dean and y/n reunite, how will things fair? warning: Swearing, fluff, bit of angst maybe and think that's it word count: 2.5k A/N: this has been half done for days but I kept on getting distracted by movies and life.

poof read but would of missed somethings

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Nothing suited the dark plum dress your mother had pushed into your arms, it made you look ill, it brought attention to the bags under your eyes and the fit was all wrong. Firstly, the skirt was too big, the layer and layer of material weighed you down walking around in it wasn’t going to be fun. The waistline was higher than your actual waist it looked like it belonged in 1812 not 1912, “Come out, I want to see how it looks”.

“coming” you sighed, the dress hissed against the floor and your legs as you moved, you had to pick up the front of the dress when you walked out of the dressing room. Awkwardly you played with the skirt, “I feel like a doll” you muttered under your breath.

Your mother clapping made you look up at her in disbelief, “It looks better than I thought”. Gaping at her you didn’t know what to say. She helped you to stand in front of a mirror you shuddered at your reflection the dress looked even worst with natural light. “You look lost in your head, darling”.

“I’m just tired, I guess” you mummer trying to make the dress who bearable.

She patted you on your back, “Well wake up, we have a long day” she laughed. You looked at her through the mirror and raised an eyebrow, something was different about her it was getting more and more confusing over the last few days. She looked at you waiting for you to move, nodding you turned to change.

You sat uncomfortable in the sitting room watching the clock on the fireplace. Everyone would be there soon, it was time to face the music. You didn’t know how much more arguing you could sit through before the need to run came again.

Maybe if you had told your mother everything, she wouldn’t have invited everyone up. But you were still trying to wrap your head around everything. Dean said he cared about you but was this his idea of caring? Hiding the truth and how he felt, and did you want to be a consent reminder of a life he couldn’t have with the person he loved.

“Come on, y/n we should meet them out front” your mother appeared in the doorway.

Reluctantly you followed behind her to the front door, “mother he won’t be expecting all this” you sigh when you spot the staff outside too. “He has been here before”.

“But his brothers fiancé has and if she’s marrying into the family then she will be a part of ours too and I want to make a good impression” she fought back.

You rolled your eyes behind her back, if Dean nor Sam expected this much of a welcome then Jessica wouldn’t.

You held your breathed when you saw a car drive up toward the house, you mind screamed to run when you saw Dean in the driver’s seat. From where you stood, he looked the same, you thought you saw him sit straighter when he briefly looked at you.

Not taking your eyes off the car the whole time you had forgotten to breath until your mother cleared her throat and pushed you a step future. Your feet carried themselves over to the car, the back doors opened first, and Jessica came jumping out. “y/n!” she cried and threw her arms around your neck.

You laughed and hugged her back. “it’s only been a few days”. She doesn’t let go for you until she spots everyone waiting by the door. “Jessica Moore, this is my mother Y/M/N L/LN”.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs L/N” Jess smiled to your mother.

“Always a pleasure” Sam greeted your mother and kiss her hand.

You smiled at Sam mouthing hello, then you looked to Dean who was still stood by the driver’s door alone. From the corner of your eyes you saw Jess and Sam looked at you and Dean before walking into the house with your mother, leaving you two alone.

The two of you just looked at each other waiting for the other to speak. “I brought something for you” he spoke suddenly then opened the car door, he came out holding some flowers. He looked awkward then, he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “these were the flowers we had at the wedding, don’t know if you remember”.

You took them from his hands, a smile rose on your lips. “Yeah I do”.

“I never told you why I chose them” he sounded nervous. “once when we were younger, we were in the garden in Winchester house and you were in the old apple tree” he laughed making you look from the flowers to him.

“I used to throw the apples at you”

He laughed again nodding his head, “the one time that sticks out was when you fell out of the tree while laughing and when you walked past me you handed me a rose, like them”.

A warm feeling spread through your chest, “I had forgot about that time, maybe I hit my head after all” you laughed. He walked side by side with you into the house. “can you put these into some water then take them to my room please” you ask a maid handing her the flowers. “do you remember the way, or do you want to show you the room?”.

He looked at you reading your face, “show me if you don’t mind”.

Walking silently side by side to your bedroom, it hit you like a rock that the last time you had been here together was the wedding day. “its fine. You’re probably tried after the trip you can rest” you murmured. You let Dean into the room first and stood at the door watching him. “if you need anything just ring the bell and someone will come” you smiled and turned to leave.

“I want you to stay” he spoke up.

You had only took one step, “I don’t have it in me to fight anymore” you said sadly.

“I don’t want to fight”.

You went into the room and closed the door, silently you walked to the bed sitting down and patted the spot next to you. He followed you right away. You breathed before speaking, “I think we can both agree this hasn’t been easy”.

He nodded in agreement, “you can say that again” he chuckled dryly.

“I’ve had time to think” you took his hand in yours and ran you fingers over his knuckles. “if you’re happy with Jo” you sighed taking another deep breath, “then I won’t stand in your way”, your chest felt too tight, you had an overwhelming feeling to run away.

“I ended things with Jo” you looked away from your locked hands to his face as a tear slipped from your eye.

“What?”

“I owe it to you to try, I should have ended it a long time ago, but I was selfish” he squeezed your hand.

You blinked letting more tears fall, “I-“ you tried to speak but your mind went blank. He touched your cheek sweeping a tear away, you stare helplessly at him not daring to sink into his touch. “Dean” you sighed closing your eyes.

“we’re in this for the long haul, gives me a chance” he spoke so softly you couldn’t believe it was him.

“Okay” you whispered as more tears fell. You finally gave in and lent against his hand, when you did, he wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest and hugged you. Dropping his hand, you brought your arms around his neck and hugged him back. You buried your head into his neck and breathed him in.

His fingers played with the hairs at the top of your neck, “will you lay with me?”. You didn’t need to answer, you kicked off your shoes and pushed him down on the bed. He laughed and moved so he was laying on his back and you were against his side. You didn’t realize you were tired until you laid down, with Dean’s arms around you, you fell asleep peaceful.

“y/n” a soft voice rose you from a deep sleep, you closed your eyes tighter and pressed your head harder into what you thought was a pillow but you noticed it was too hard to be one. You squinted your eyes and looked up. “Hey” Dean laughed pushing a strand of lose hair behind your ear. “The dressing bell rang, think someone will be up soon to help you dress”.

You shook your head, still trying to find your voice. “I don’t need help with dressing anymore, got used to doing it myself”, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. “How long was I asleep for?”.

“we both slept for a few hours” he explained, you nodded, still feeling half asleep.

You stumbled over to your vanity and sat down, your hair had been neat before but now it was in every direction, you ran your hands down your face and groaned. “god, the night hasn’t even began and I’m tired”. He laughed from behind you, “wait until you see the dress”.

“what a lovely dress” Jess manged say while holding in a laugh.

“It is isnt it” your mother smiled.

“Mamma, Excuse us I want to show Jess the gardens” you pulled Jessica along before anyone could question you. You pulled her from the room and into the back patio.

When you were alone Jess brushed out laughing, clutching her sides. She breathed until she calmed down. “I’m sorry but what made you think that dress was a good idea?”.

“It wasn’t mine that all. My mother has been treating me like a doll, she dresses me, tells what to do” you sighed and rubbed your hands down your face. “I think she’s has always been like this, but I never cared. She even pick my wedding dress, I didn’t care at the time but maybe I should of?”.

She smiled to you and held your hand, “you’ve always been her baby and now you’ve grown up”.

“You act like you’re older than me” you laugh tugging away, she laughed as she tugged you back, you both fell onto the floor into a hep laughing.

The door to the patio opened and Sam stepped out, he looked left then right until his eyes fell on the two of you on the floor holding in your laugher with your hands over your mouths. He looked from you to jess then back at you before laughing too. “I don’t know what I expect to find out here”, he helped you both stand up.

You brushed down your skirt and tilted your head to Jessica, “Blame Jess, she pulled me to the ground”.

She scoffed but then laugh, she stood close by Sam and kissed his cheek. “hardy my fault if you can’t hold your ground” she laughed again and ran at you. You shrieked in laugher and ducked away but she caught you around the waist.

You wiggled in her grip laughing with her, Sam stood where he was laughing at you both. “Sam? What’s keeping you?” Dean called before joining everyone outside, he paused and looked at you and jessica. You didn’t notice he was watching until you heard him hide a chuckle badly.

Jessica let you go when she saw you looking at Dean, you cleared your throat and hid your face shyly. Jessica followed your gaze then back to you, “did you want to tell us something gentlemen?”.

“the food is ready, I was sent to tell you, but I go taken off task by a person or two” Sam raised an eyebrow at you and Jessica still stood together.

“We’ll be right there” Jessica waved them off, “I want to talk to y/n about the wedding” she smiled. Dean and Sam exited quickly, you kept your eyes on the spot where Dean had just been and swallowed hard. “What happened between you two?”.

You looked at her confused, “I thought you wanted to talk about the wedding?”.

“strew the wedding right now! What happened?”

You blushed and ducked your head, “he told me he left Jo”.

“what else?”

You blushed harder looking to the dark garden behind you, “we just talked and then- we fell asleep together”, you frowned your brows thinking it over again, “I- it was the closest I’ve felt with him”. she smiled fondly and hugged you tightly.

You hugged her back, “I’m glad” she whispered down your ear. “it’s about time things started to look up for you”. You stayed closer together until your stomach rumbling drew you apart, “now come on, we are both hungry and everyone is waiting for us”.

You smiled to her, wrapping your arm around hers and walked back into the house together.

Your eyes were half shut as you walked along the hallway to your room, one hand was holding onto the wall and the other was holding the front of your skirt so you wouldn’t trip. Beside you Jessica walked yawing, behind you was Sam and Dean talking quietly together.

“Did you ever get scared her when you were young?” Jessica asked, looking at you sideways.

You sucked in your lower lips and smiled, “Sometimes, I had a cruel governess who told me that my great something grandmother walked the halls at night looking for children” you told her quietly. “I had to sleep with a candle lit for years, until my next governess told me that it was nonsense and ghost were real.”

Jessica looked a little alarmed, “and now?”.

You looked wearily around you, “I can’t say whether or not that my great grandmother walks the halls, but I do believe people hang around after they are gone”. She looked even worse than before, you laughed hung your arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry, they’re all just stories”.

“but all stories are truth” Dean chuckled appearing right behind you, you shake your head at him. You came to your room first, you hugged Jessica before the two of you parted.

“Sam you’re in the same room as last time you came and Jess, you’re just next door to us ” you smiled pointing them in the right direction. “if you need anything ring the bell or just knock on my door” you hugged Jessica before going off to your rooms.

As soon the shut you reach behind your back to unbutton the dress, you kicked off your shoes as you walked. You had to strain to reach the last ones, “let me”, Dean put his hands over yours then carried on with the remaining buttons.

“Thank you” you dropped your arms down your sides.

“I wouldn’t think this was your style” he messed with the skirt when he had finished with the buttons.

You laughed, “Wasn’t my choice”. You pulled the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. “but my mother insisted. You lent down to pick the dress up and threw it into a corner. “one good thing about it though, I didn’t need a corset” you grin, brushing down your slip. You made your way across the room to the bed.

“you ready for the driver home?” he asked as he undressed.

Home. “Yes, I think” you thought it over, you were still unsure if you could call it home yet.

“you okay?” he raised an eyebrow as he got in next to you.

“just tired” you sight with a smile. You laid down on your side and looked at Dean who was laying down too. No one said anything, you just looked at each other. “night Dean”.

“goodnight y/n”

part 7

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kewltie · 5 years ago

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in the midst of a battle w/ members of LoV, pro-hero ground zero save a rookie journalist who LITERALLY threw himself middle of all the chaos to grab photos & after yelling at the ignorant fuck, katsuki doesn't think he'll see him again but then HE SEES HIM EVERYWHERE. his name is midoriya izuku & he has some sort of death wish really bc katsuki keep finding him in the middle of all these hero vs villains battles and ONE TIME he tackled down a villain right???? and he doesnt even have a fucking quirk & yet he is seemingly unafraid of everything.

needless to say, katsuki is v smitten bc the litle awkward death defying shit. also, anyone who accidentally send katsuki to the hospital several times a month bc he keep getting into trouble and katsuki have to come rescue him and THEN YELLING AT KATSUKI FOR INTERFEARING W/ HIS JOB – may be katsuki’s true love.

katsuki get so fucking rile up at this quirkless man, who shown no fear and easily go toe to toe w/ him and yet is so incredibly humble and hilariously awkward, he is just into this badass idiot who is entirely devoted to his job and cursed w/ severe stubborn???? feels relatable. so yea, katsuki ofc taps that ass right the fuck away bc he knows a good one when he sees it bc izuku is indirectly responsible for three broken ribs after katsuki had pulled him out of ANOTHER TROUBLING SITUATION. he's a trouble magnet and shit-stirrer and katsuki's heart is moved.

so they start dating and it goes SO WELL. izuku still get in major shitstorm for his job and katsuki still drags him out of it w/ a few bruise here and there, but afterward they go grab a bite and crash at each other place. super romantic and sweet and it's so v good. but!!! there's something weird about izuku. he doesn't talk much about his family, to katsuki anyway. BUT HE'S SUPER CLOSE TO THEM. his parents seem to call him daily and he go visit them often, but he never bring his parents up to katsuki esp his dad & izuku kinda got a stalker??

it's not like katsuki didn't notice right away, but HE THOUGHT IT WAS HIS STALKER. one of his super creepy fans probably but nope this person only tails izuku and when katsuki tell him about it, izuku is like, 'oh that's just toga'. apparently, izuku knows his talker v v well. the stalker apparently is sent by izuku's father to watch out & protect izuku and katsuki pauses bc who the fuck does a journalist who lives on takeouts and shitty cable TVs need a bodyguard?!!! so yea katsuki's new bf background is fucking weird and mysterious.

katsuki has his agency dig into izuku's background (not that they hadn't vet izuku's before for katsuki's safety) but they comb through the archives and izuku's history and it's comes out v v v v clean, sparkling even. honestly, katsuki doesn't know WTF IS UP W/ HIS NEW BF. so he confront izuku about his weirdo stalker/bodyguard, his avoidance about his family & his dad in particular, and his eerie squeaky AND CLEARLY SCRIPTED papertrails. izuku get shifty eyes and is like, "you won't believe me." And katsuki says tersely, "fucking try me."

Izuku drops his gaze to the floor and says, finally, "my dad is the leader of the league of villains." and YEA, KATSUKI'S BRAIN SHUT DOWN FOR SEC bc his deku?? stupid suicidal stubborn bleeding heart deku??? FUCK NO. but izuku just nods his head and grimaces. the LoV is the largest criminal org in the world w/ long list of crimes & longer list of criminals that make its their home. their roster are made up of terrifying people w/ dangerous quirks... and IZUKU, quirkless and softhearted izuku is the leader's most precious son. the idea itself is COMPLETELY ABSURD! HOW does that ever make sense? izuku is a civilian who works normal if a bit dangerous job & doesn't seem to have any *evil* inclinations at all yet he hail from the worst kind of genetic source possible. maybe he's just faking it all along.

which made katsuki absolutely furious that izuku might been some kind of sleeper agent from the LoV sent to trick spy & kill him or something and izuku's eyes wide, immediately protests, "no, no, i swear! i dont have anything to do w/ my fathers... org." but katsuki has a hard time accepting it esp with the truth bomb thrown at his feet now that he realizes HE'S DATING THE ONLY SON OF EVIL OF THE MOST VILE CRIMINAL IN THE WORLD. so yea, he walks out on izuku, saying he need some space & izuku was looking so heartbroken as he left

for the next few days, katsuki stews in his thought. he doesn't tell anyone about what he had found out, but he doesn't contact izuku either. This last for couple of weeks until, one day just as he in the middle of patrol there's some commotion that attract his teams and katsuki is separated from them. he's cornered by several LoV members, outnumbered five to one and katsuki lost his comms in the ensuring scuffles but instead of kicking his ass bc well they're foes, one of them break ranks toga (the blood queen) approach him w/ a bloodthirsty grin & a knife pointing toward him.

"hey, pretty boy," she coos w/ a flicker of edge, "stop ignoring our young master! you made him cried & he won't come out of his room. I hate seeing him so upset bc Izuku-chan should always be smiling! if you dont fix this ill rip your hide from your bones and wear it as a cape."

the group behind her make various grunt of agreement, all promising him death and disembowelment for... apparently breaking izuku's heart. katsuki is so outrage that he nearly explodes on the spot bc these dumbass villains think they CAN BLACKMAL/THREATEN HIM?! HIM, GROUND ZERO?! also, even more furious by the fact that they insuate that HE BROKE UP WITH IZUKU?! wtf, he never said that!! needing space meant just a temporary break s he gets his bearing on wut to do next... but not like a perma break, but izuku's ppl thought their relationship ended.

katsuki is even more offended by that notion bc izuku is even a bigger idiot than he thought. HOW could someone that much of crybaby over just temp break is some manipulative coldhearted spy?? right now his instinct says, izuku is telling the truth. he isn't tricking katsuki.

izuku is seemingly sweet, humble, & awkward but he got that rebellious streak a mile wide. loud in his opinions & shit-stirrer by choice, he faces down villains & heroes alike like they're on equal ground even though izuku is defenseless. he respect the law but only when it applies. katsuki has never seen such a fucking firecracker like izuku who loves people & the world but have little respect for any gov entity or laws and think they're good only when they're helping ppl but otherwise they're abritary (lmao). he such chaotic force for good it's hilarious. so yea, he believes that izuku is the SON OF AFO now bc that lil shit is a menace. A GOOD MENACE, but still a goddamn menace. he seems to stay firmly on the side of 'good' as it is which make his relationship with his villain father a fucking mystery & headache for katsuki.

so katsuki, gritting his teeth, clichely demands the LoV group to take him to their leader so he can verbally kick his bf's ass for keeping his fucked up secrets and stupidly mistaken that they're broken up. the group happily ties up him and blindfolds him bc well SECRET LAIR. katsuki is crazy, ok. like, STUPIDLY CRAZY to go blindly and no backups w/ some of the worst villains in history so he can meet up w/ his stupid bf and his crazy father. he could end up dead tmr or some shit bc it all could have been a trick to lure him in w/ his guard down but if izuku can be an idiot for dating a hero when he's a son of a villain than KATSUKI CAN BE A BIGGER IDIOT FOR GOING TO MEET HIS BF'S VILLANIOUS FATHER AT HIS SECRET TORTURE FORTRESS OR SOME SHIT. love can make ppl dumb and they're both a perfect example of it.

so katsuki get blindfolded and escorted to the LoV hq and it's a suprisingly sweet ride to there. no bumps, no abuse, no torture shit going on. he get offer food and drink and it's FUCKING WEIRD. his kidnappers start some casual convo w/ him about izuku and his job of all things. they even joke about how katsuki arrested one of them one time and almost kill another THE OTHER TIME & it's all happy bs??? it's even worst than torture. katsuki just want this to end already!! eventually they arrive and katsuki is let out. he get inside & his blindfold is off.

it's... nothing like he expected. it's traditional japanese house w/ sprawling garden, koi ponds, & beautiful woods. it's pristine, homey, and terribly normal. "ha, you thought we were going to take you to some kind of evil lair, right?" twice says, grinning bc he's an ass. "that's next time! we save that for official bsn." he jabs Katsuki's in the shoulder playfully. "you're meeting sensei and the mistress so of course it got to be at their house and not the 'office'."

katsuki's hands start twitching like he's going to explode someone or something but he's quickly drag away before he could do anything about it. lead through some hallways before depositing inside a tearoom where there's a SHIT TON of pics of baby!izuku & his childhood accolades on the wall. this look less like a room to greet visitors but to show off izuku. just as katsuki goes to examine a cute pic of bb!izuku playing in a field of flowers & holding one up towrad the camera, the doors slide open and a couple walk in. one of them is an older woman who looks eerily like izuku and the young woman also ft. in many of the wall pics.

she smiles warmly at and goes to greet him right away. "hi, bakugou-kun! welcome to our home, i'm inko, Izuku's mother," she introduces herself. while she's a source of happy energy and warmth, the other man beside her is another story. he gives katsuki's an icy stare. katsuki already knows who he is before he even say anything. AFO looks younger in comparison to his reported age, notably handsome, and he carries himself like some warlord from the warring periods.

"I should kill you," is the first thing he says. "my son should only cry in joy, over his terrible taste in romantic media consumption, & dumber things." spoken like a man who dealt with midoriya walking crying machine izuku his entire life and also a hopelessly devoted father.

"hisashi!" inko scolds. which is strange to katsuki bc he didn't even think AFO even have a name but in front of him isn't some evil man who mastermind gov't take over & ruin so many ppl lives but astupid father overprotected of his son.

"but i won't," AFO admits regretfully. "Izuku would be even more sad and if you're dead your death will haunt him needlessly more. he won't be able to forget you and move on." he frowns, like he actually had CONSIDER THAT ROUTE DEEPLY before casting that idea aside.

What the fuck, katsuki thought and says exactly that, "what the fuck. there's something seriously wrong with you," he points out what he think is v obvious.

AFO shrugs. "I love my son. He's my-" Inko's frown and he clears his throat, "our most precious treasure and we do everything to ensure his happiness. do you understand us, bakugou katsuki? inko and i have raise with love and care for 20yrs and i won't have some rough neck capers try to destroy his smile. i dont care who you are or wut you can do bc i can put you ten feet under w/ a snap of my fingers & nobody will be able to save you but like i said i won't."

Katsuki grind his teeth, fists clenched at his side, before lowering his head. this isnt time to fight, they're not on the field & on the job. this isnt about their respective stance on moral superiority but izuku. izuku is why they're both here. "i came here for him. i want to fix it," he says. "just let me see him." he pauses & grimaces like the taste of whatever he say next disgust him. "please."

AFO frowns, staring at katsuki for a beat, two. like he can pull apart katsuki's motives and tears into his rib to see w/e make him tick. "fine," he waves katsuki away, "you may see him now but if he cry anything beside in happiness i'll have your head and your entire agency." it's not a threat. it's a warning lace with truth that katsuki has no doubt he will carry out if a single tear slip pass izuku and fall.

inko claps her hand happily. "great, i'm glad you guys are geting along so well!" she says, like threats of murder haven't been thrown at his feet. clearly, she's used to the fact that her husband is a completely psychopath and whipped for their son. this fucking crazy family.

katsuki grunts, not knowing what else to say beside, 'have you ever thought of fucking divorce bc yea maybe you will be less crazy by then' but he holds his tongue bc they're still izuku's parents and he already made a bad impression on them even though technically not his FAULT.

AFO doesn't promise anymore murder in his future but the dark look on his face is enough as inko's lead him out & toward izuku's room. she drops him right outside it and gives him an encouraging smile before heading off, but katsuki has no doubt the parents are lurking around. katsuki sucks in a deep breath before raising his fist and knocks. he hears unhurried footsteps on the other side and slowly the door is slide open.

"Papa, I already said--" izuku whines, and stops as soon as he sees who ACTUALLY on the other side. "K-Katsuki?! What are you--?"

Katsuki blinks, trying to get his fucking brain to grapple with the thought of AFO as 'papa' and his head nearly explode. he drags a hand down his face and once again thinks, THIS FUCKIN' FAMILY. "Look, you idiot," he starts in lieu of any answer. "We didn't fucking break up."

Izuku looks haggard, buffy red eyes and the dark circle under it, speaking of how upset he was. he clearly didn't get any good rest these several days they were apart. he lifts an accusatory brow at Katsuki. "you didn't pick up my calls or answer any of my text," he retorts.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "what part of I needed space, time to think didn't you get?" he snaps back. "It didn't mean go cry and sulk your parent's home like a damn coward because you were too dumb to think of anything beside we may have broken up!"

"But--but," Izuku's lips wobble and katsuki nearly jump out of his skin bc jfc don't cry here or i'll be skinned alive, "i was scared that you really mean it! that's why i didn't want to tell you in the first place bc then you wouldn't want to have anything to do w/ me."

Katsuki sighs, a bone deep tired sigh. "Now, why would you think i would have any problem with dating the son of my nemesis?" he says dryly. Izuku's brows furrow. "All Might is Papa's nemesis," he unhelpfully point out. "I don't think Papa even knew you existed until we dated."

Katsuki scowls. "that's not the fucking point," he shouts, temper rising w/ every word. "Your dad is the fucking boogieman who wants to sow discord in the world & it's my job to catch him &lock away for good. Do you see my moral crisis over this when im dating his beloved son?!"

"I-" Izuku's face falls, "dont you think I dont know that? I've lived with him for over 20yrs, I know exactly what he's capable of." he looks away. "But, he's my Papa & im terrible for still choosing him over the world. So," izuku says solemnly. "i dont expect the same from you."

Katsuki grits his teeth and steps right into izuku's space, up in his face. "Look, im only going to say this once so listen the fuck up," he starts. "I like you. A lot. Stupidly. Gods know why when you drive me up the fucking wall all the time, but here I am standing before you."

"A lot, huh?" Lips twitching, Izuku's eyes go soft.

Katsuki scowls. "Dont make me repeat myself, but yes fucking a lot that your fucking groupies & your old man threatened to kill me several times over did not deter me from coming here," he says, hand cradling Izuku's cheek.

"It's because I'm dating you and not your father. Whatever crimes he'd commited is not on you, you don't have to carry his sins," he tells Izuku, leaning in to press a kiss too fast and fleeting on izuku's forehead. "just stay true to yourself and i'll fucking deal with it."

Izuku's close his eyes and lets out a shaky exhales, the air of relief that passes through him is shuddering. "Ok, ok," he murmurs, opening his eyes to look at katsuki. there's a twinkle in them as he smiles, soft and sweet, the kind you can stupidly drunk on & never let go.

In that hazy moment, katsuki thinks, AFO doesn't need to plan any premeditated murder in case things go v wrong bc this is how he'll die w/ izuku's smile right in his front his eyes, cutting him down one curve lips at a time. Fuck, he's just as whipped for izuku as AFO.

it's good that izuku not a fucking psychopath like his father bc this would have gone v v v wrong. izuku would make a terrifying villain. Worse than his own father bc it's not fear & intimidation that will get ppl to follow him but izuku's own magnetic personality that move them.

"don't ever become a villain, ok?" katsuki insists suddenly, grabbing his shoulder tightly.

"where did that come from?" izuku laughs, eyes crinkling. "And dont worry, papa had tried. many, many times but i haven't turn over to the darks ide if that's what you worry about."

"Good," katsuki says firmly, and thinks the world better for it. one less crazy midoriya to raise hell. izuku is trouble enough as it is when katsuki thought he was just a quirkless journalist w/ a death wish but now there's a chance he could go rouge any moment and--yea. no.

"Sooo," izuku says, bouncing on his heels. "are we back together now?"

katsuki flicks him on the forehead. "we never broke up in the first place, you dolt."

izuku grins and suddenly throws his arm around katsuki. "ah, i miss you so much kacchan!!!" he declares excitedly.

and after they made up, katsuki interrogate izuku about wtf is wrong w/ his father bc how did AFO of all ppl get a villain son who isn't all about /that/ kind of bsn he's in. turns out izuku always have a healthy regard for heroes so he never thought of joining his father's organization. though AFO would have been super happy to take izuku in bc izuku is terrifyingly clever & resourceful but he lets izuku go & do his thing anyway. they just mutually agree not to talk shop when it's family, keeping their jobs outside &not in the home to keep both of their sanity.

so izuku knows shit about the 'family bsn' except wut everyone knows bc he's not involve with any of that and in his everyday job as a journalist izuku often times clash w/ his father AND expose some of his schemes bc it's part of his job & he doesn't shy away from it. AFO wasn't upset at all having his plans ruin by his own son. nope. he was SUPER PROUD OF IZUKU!!! to able to accomplish such thing on his own even if it's against him lol. but izuku is still his father's so so he doesn't take on just AFO, other villains, & dark org. he takes on the gov't, hero association, and even other heroes themselves if he ever catches on if they didn't live up to his ideals of being 'proper hero' like all might. he fiercely chases and exposes anything that he deems corrupted and wrong not caring which side they're on.

which makes izuku kind of chaotic good. he acts on his own whims & sense of justice, disregarding all rules & barriers. which is why he admires katsuki so much bc katsuki stands by his rule staunchantly & won't ever move from it, izuku knows katsuki wont ever be sway by the dark. kinda like izuku's father who stands firmly by his belief & does everything to reach his goals. WHICH IS NOT EXACTLY WHAT KATSUKI WANT TO BE COMPARE TO ESP BY A NOTORIOUS VILLAIN LIKE AFO lol. but yea, now that he got izuku's motive and why he's the way he is, it get easier.

they continue dating, izuku continues getting into trouble 120% of the time, katsuki keeps bailing him out, and sometimes IZUKU BAILS HIM OUT bc izuku may be quirkless but he got an army of the world's most terrible villains on his side so yea izuku IS TERRIFYING. and they aren't just dating but they're 100000% serious w/ each other bc now katsuki go to izuku's parents house for dinner every sunday and have to put up with AFO and play nice w/ each other for izuku's sake bc they come ton an understanding they will be IN-LAWS one day lol! their dinner convo is mostly the two of them taking jab at each other bc katsuki trash of AFO's plans or AFO's sends katsuki's ppl to the hospital and got away with it. they never stop being enemy even for izuku bc of where they stand on but mutually agree not to kill each other. they're both fiercely devoted individual who are obsessively workaholic, stubborn, vainglorious, and loves just as much as they breathe for their ppl and though they never agree on anything, this they will agree on bc izuku's happiness is everything to them!!!

#bakudeku #not!fic

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 5 years ago

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Blood of the Dragon ch.14

Hvitserk x Freyja/Reader aesthetic ❤️

Warnings: angst, fluff, first kiss, violence, mentions of character death

Björn and his father were not on speaking terms at all. After greeting his younger brothers, Björn and Ragnar only scowled at each other than Björn, his mother and brothers greeted the King and Queen. Björn ignored his father and focused his attention on Freyja and Freyja only. He had not seen the little princess for almost a year and he was not going to let anyone ruin it.

She had changed. She was taller, growing into her body, hair longer. Skin was cleaner and smoother than before and Freyja constantly smelled of roses. Her cheeks were slightly pink as if pink satin was trying to escape from beneath her marble-like skin. Freyja’s wardrobe had changed too. She wore the same pretty dresses the Southern ladies of Westeros wore and her hair loose but combed and free of tangles. During meals, Freyja sat the same way her stepmother did and the eating manners she had back in Kattegat were gone. Still, his old Freyja was there. From the way she smiled to the way she teased her boys. She still fought as bravely as a shieldmaiden, her purple eyes flaming and Björn swore he sometimes saw a shadow of a dragon behind her. That’s why the gift he bought her was the perfect gift. Hvitserk noticed Freyja’s changes as well. She was beautiful before but now...she was an absolute dream. Ubbe still treated her like a little sister but his younger brothers were going for another route. Maybe they indeed had a crush on her for her soul and beauty but maybe they wanted to win her heart so Freyja could marry them and become Kings. Ubbe hoped they liked her for her, for their sake.

Lagertha watched her ex-husband’s sons bond with Freyja. They were all in the garden of the Red Keep; Ivar was sharpening his ax, Ubbe and Sigurd were trying to teach Fenrir how to play fetch, and Björn and Freyja were talking. He said something to her that made her giggle, Lagertha chuckled at how small she looked next to her son. She heard the soft click-clack of heels on the stone floor followed by the clinking of armor. Lagertha could smell Cersei’s perfume before she could even approach her.

“She’s happy you’re here,” Cersei said. Hvitserk pulled a braid and Freyja squealed, the booming laughter of the eldest Ragnarsons rang in the air.

“I can see that” Lagertha glanced at Cersei and then went back to watching the little princess with her princes. “Does she like it here? Does she miss home at all?”

Cersei’s smile faded a little, thinking about the first few weeks when Freyja arrived. “She...she may have gotten into a fight with Viserys”

Lagertha turned away from the children with surprise. “What happened?” She was very interested in hearing this story. The little Princess was known back home for standing up for herself and getting into fights with boys, she wondered how she fought off a man.

“The King wanted time break her old habits such as hunting”. Lagertha never understood these Westerosis and their strange customs, men, and women could hunt, fight, raid all the same but here things were strange. “One morning, the Princess snuck off to the Kingswood by herself. Viserys followed her. You see, he was angry with us, with her. Targaryens marry cousins and nieces but this time the little Princess will marry a son of Ragnar” Hvitserk braided Freyja’s hair while Björn told a story about one of the raids in a new world, jealousy crossed the princess’s eyes. “Viserys followed her and attacked her. The princess fought back” Cersei chuckled looking more proud now, “It was not a good outcome for him and left him in a bad state afterward” Lagertha grew angry and she wanted to hunt down the Targaryen prince and cut off his hands for even touching her Freyja.

The little princess was happy her family had returned but she noticed there was someone missing. A certain priest that helped raise her and love her as if she were his own as well. Athelstan. Floki and Helga were missing too, Freyja looked for their eager faces when they arrived but they were nowhere to be found.

“Bear, where is Athelstan?” Freyja finally asked Bjorn. The boys looked at one another their eyes hiding a sad secret. Bjorn’s little brothers turned to him for answers, no one had the courage to tell her the truth. He didn’t want to break her sweet heart. “And Floki and Helga. They’re not here too, why?” Freyja began to get nervous her eyes darting from Bjorn to Ivar. From Ivar to Sigurd. From Sigurd to Ubbe. From Ubbe to Hvitserk. Finally going back to Bjorn. A heavy silence hung in the air.

Finally, Hvitserk answered, “I’ll tell her, brother” Bjorn stared at his little brother. “Are you sure?” Hvitserk nodded. “Come Freyja. Take a walk with me” He extended his arm offering her his hand and she took it, together they walked deeper into the garden leaving the rest behind. Her anxiety worsened the further they walked without talking, not even the exotic birds were chirping they seemed to sense the dreadful feeling that they were hiding. They walked until they were far away enough to hide from the guards and the other boys. It was beautiful where they were, isolated with white rose bushes and a stone bench, the bushes were high enough to hide them. Hvitserk offered her to sit, “I think you shouldn’t be on your feet for what I’m about to tell you” Freyja swallowed but she sat down.

“You can tell me now,” she said in a small voice, the dreadful feeling wasn’t going away and it seemed to worsen with the small pauses. Hvitserk sat next to her and took her hands in his.

“One morning Bjorn went to speak to Athelstan about the next raid” Freyja studied his face, her heart threatening to explode. “Bjorn noticed Athelstan’s hut was unusually quiet and there was the smell of blood coming from inside” A lump formed in Hvitserk’s throat and he tried to hide his tears because one of them had to be strong for this and he wanted to be strong for Freyja. When he was sure the tears went away, Hvitserk finally looked up, “Athelstan was found dead. Murdered and-”

“Oh no!” Freyja cried out, one hand covered her mouth and she began to sob big gulping sobs. Her sweet Athelstan slaughtered like that. Like a pig. “Who did it, Hvitty? Who killed our Athelstan?!”

It broke his heart to see Freyja like this but someone had to tell her, he made it this far. “I’m very sorry sweet Freyja but...it...it was Floki...Floki killed him.” Freyja knew Floki hated Athelstan for being a Christian but she didn’t know he would go as far as killing him. She cried even harder the ache in her chest far too unbearable. Hvitserk put his arms around her and held her close letting her cry into his chest, her tears soaking his shirt but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about his shirt only caring about Freyja’s shattered heart.

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Freyja was warned not to tell Ragnar or anyone else outside their little circle. All she knew was Floki was in a cave, tied to the ceiling, with only Helga as his company.

She was not told how long Floki had been tied up. It hurt Freyja that Athelstan was brutally murdered but it also hurt to know the conditions of Floki and poor Helga, who did not have to be there and was suffering as much as her husband.

At dinnertime Lagertha, Bjorn, and his little brothers were invited to dine with the little princess and her family. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying their meal but Freyja, Rhaegar watched her from the head of the dining table not paying much attention to Lagertha. Freyja picked her meat and stared blankly at her glass of water. The ‘only one glass of wine’ rule was not relaxed because of her Norse family. Rules were rules, according to her septa and the little princess was ordered to obey. Hvitserk kept stealing glances at her to make sure she was okay, Sigurd kicked him and mouthed, “The King is watching. Look away”. His older brother shrugged, ‘Freyja is sad’ he mouthed back, Both brothers looked at the princess, Freyja flipped her roasted quail letting out a loud sigh but not loud enough to interrupt the conversation. Ubbe reached for another piece of bread, then stopped when he saw his little brothers gawking at Freyja. He made an irritated noise and his brothers quickly looked away. If the King or the terrible Queen were to catch them...

“Father, may I be excused?”

The grownups stopped talking, Rhaegar frowned at her untouched plate and said, “Are you alright little dove? You haven’t eaten much”

“You look rather ill, Freyja” Lagertha’s soft hand touched her temple. It amazed Freyja that after all those years of battle, her sweet Lagertha’s hands remained soft. A comforting touch. “You are a little warm”.

“You may be excused, Y/n,” her father said, “I will send Maester Pycell to your chambers to check on you”

“No!” Her stepmother said quickly, “I will send two septas but not the Maester”

Lagertha shot a suspicious glance at Viserys. The cowardly man looked away. “And you won’t be going alone.”

Bjorn followed his mother’s eyes. He did not like the prince either and after he heard of the incident, Bjorn wanted to slice off his prick for putting his hands on Freyja but his mother stopped him from doing so. “I will accompany the Princess to her chambers, Your Grace. I know she would like that instead of your guards”. The King agreed but Cersei did not bother to hide her anger something Lagertha noticed.

Once they were out of earshot Freyja finally burst into tears. Bjorn quickly wrapped his strong arms around her, “Sweet Freyja, little princess. Daughter of Thor, this storm will be over soon”

“My heart is broken” she sobbed, “Athelstan was a good Christian, he loved us all how could Floki do this to us?”

Athelstan, the same man that pampered, protected her, told her about his God’s stories and his life before Kattegat, was dead. A sweet man who envied no one and didn’t wish to hurt or kill anyone.

Bjorn kissed her head. It didn’t matter what anyone said. A father was a man that raised and loved a child and Freyja was his child. It hurt to see her cry. “Athelstan is with his God now. He always wanted to go to Heaven. Soon his God and our God will put their differences aside and when we go to Valhalla Athelstan shall drink with us and will tell him about our battles.” It was little comfort but Freyja felt guilty for the death of Athelstan, if she had not left Kattegat then he would still be alive. She felt even worse knowing she couldn’t tell Ragnar.

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Hvitserk stared at the three-headed dragon sigil on Freyja’s door debating on whether or not he should knock. It was after dinner, everyone else went to their respective chambers but Hvitserk. He decided to wait until his brothers had fallen asleep, their breathing even with Ivar snoring in the background. He wiggled out of his bed, put on his boots and tiptoed out of the room. Hvitserk couldn’t wait any longer to do what he needed to do. He held his breath and knocked. Inside he heard Fenrir let out a muffled bark then Freyja shushing him softly. She was surprised to see Hvitserk so late.

“Hvitty” Freyja said in a low voice, “It’s really late you know”

He swallowed, “I know but I had to see you, may I come in?”

Freyja looked behind him and down the halls to check if the coast was clear, once she was sure they were alone she opened the door wider to allow him to come in. Hvitserk whistled at the beauty of her room. Now, THIS was a room for a royal princess. Freyja even had her own study, gold, silver, and the finest silk in all of the lands were owned by her, Fenrir the direwolf had his own bed right next to the fireplace but knowing his owner, he probably slept with her every night.

She suddenly realized that they were alone, just the two of them, and she flushed a deep red. “Hvitty, what are you doing here so late? What is it you wanted to tell me?” Even in her simple pretty nightgown with her hair let down she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Shieldmaiden or Queen, Hvitserk would love her either way. What if she rejected him? What if she chose another brother? He couldn’t imagine being in the arms of another.

“You’re beautiful, Freyja” Hvitserk managed to whisper, “more beautiful than the Goddess herself”

The princess giggled, “Thank you Hvitserk is that why you came to me so late? Because you wanted to tell me I was more beautiful than the Goddess?”

“No! I mean, yes but I wanted to do something else” It was his turn to blush. His heart was pounding and Hvitserk wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. The son of Ragnar Lothbrok, legendary Viking, too shy to admit what he wanted to do. “I wanted to ask if...if I could...”He looked down, heat spreading across his face, “Freyja you are so beautiful with a heart of gold, is it alright if I kissed you? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to”.

Freyja burst into a fit of giggles. “Have you ever kissed a girl Hvitty?”

He blushed again, “No. Have you ever kissed a boy?”

She rolled her eyes, “Bjorn is too overprotective, you know that”

“We will be each others first then-first kiss I mean”

She took his hand, a gentle smile on her lips, “I would love that very much”

Hvitserk sighed, relieved. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes falling in love with every passing second and leaned in. They closed their eyes just as their lips met just a gentle touch with lips barely parted, his hand cupped her burning cheek.

They pulled away shortly after, they couldn’t get caught kissing especially in her room. But Hvitserk and Freyja were smiling so hard their face hurt. He pressed her forehead against hers, “I knew your lips tasted like honey. Thank you...”

She shook her head, “No Hvitty, thank you. Let me walk you back to your chambers”

The pair walked all the way to the other side of the Red Keep talking and laughing the whole time. When they stopped outside his chambers, Hvitserk said, “Freyja won’t you get in trouble for being out so late?”

“I would rather get in trouble for walking around than you getting in trouble for visiting my chambers so late at night”

Hvitserk kissed her cheek one last time, “Goodnight Frey, thank you”

“Goodnight Hvitty”. He watched her disappear around the corner leaving him blushing for the rest of the night.

Halfway up the stairs to her chambers, Freyja bumped into her annoying uncle. He stank of wine and his feverish eyes looked even crazier. He was still wearing his dinner silks.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He snapped, “shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Why do you care? I was on my way to bed anyway!” Freyja bit back and shoved past him.

But Viserys gripped her arm and shoved her until she was close enough to smell the bitter alcohol. “You do not talk to me like that do you understand? I am your Uncle and you respect me!”

Freyja tried to pull away but Viserys had dug his nails deep into her flesh. “I don’t have to do anything you tell me to do now let go!”

“You and those barbarians will pay for taking my Throne away from me and I won’t rest until I’ve had my revenge!”

She dug her own nails into his face scratching his eyes. Viserys hissed in agony pushing her, Freyja let out a scream as she fell down the stairs Viserys could only watch in shock realizing what he had done. Freyja landed face down at the bottom of the stairs and Viserys rushed to her.

“Y-” He turned her over, a small trail of blood coming from out of her nose running down painting her clean gown. Freyja was unresponsive. Her body limp and he wasn’t sure if she was breathing or not but he wasn’t staying to find out. He dropped her on to the cold hard floor and fled to his rooms.

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aliceslantern · 4 years ago

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Heartlines, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, chapter 20--Zexion

Twelve years ago, Xemnas betrayed the royal court of Radiant Garden to his father, Xehanort. Prince Ienzo flees to another city and begins university in the aftermath, hoping the anonymity will protect him from eager eyes with ill intent. The darkness spilling across the country, as well as an individual from his past, cut short Ienzo's new beginning and bring new conflicts to light. Strained between the desires of his magic and his heart, Ienzo's choice will change him forever.

Modern Fantasy AU, Soulmates, Zemyx. Updates Fridays until it's done.

Chapter summary: Ienzo continues to play into Xehanort's hands, and finds an old ally in the process.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

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It took time to earn Xehanort’s trust--perhaps too much. But then again, considering Ienzo had suffered “twelve years of indoctrination with propaganda”, it was surprising the man began to trust him at all.

Two weeks after his initial arrival at the castle, his milk dried up completely, an ache so intense he felt it inside of his still-deadened magic. Amalia would be six weeks old. His arms felt so empty without her. He hoped that she was safe, healthy, that Demyx was with her. He had to believe this for his sanity.

Ienzo had to be clever. He was shocked at how easily deception came to him--deception that had never been used to do anything more than hide when Even sought him. He pretended to take an intense interest in “Ansem”’s research. And to be honest, he was interested, but not in the way he let on.

“Darkness is intrinsic in every heart,” the man told him. Ienzo was joining them for meals now. “If we can draw out that darkness… we can give people power. Help them shed their bonds of tyranny.”

“But it seems there’s some kind of transmutative property to darkness which is mostly unpredictable,” Ienzo said carefully. “How do you plan on controlling that?”

“I have several tests running which may illuminate such things,” Ansem said, and elaborated no more.

Ienzo swallowed. “I see. Perhaps you may… let me see some of this research. I wonder if my power might provide some sort of… insight.” He continued to eat, as casually as possible.

“Perhaps,” he said. “I’m sure its absence must make you feel blind. You do understand why we had to do things this way, yes?”

Ienzo smiled. “Of course. Were I in your shoes I’m sure I would’ve done the same.” He decided to take the risk. “What… did you do, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Ansem grinned back. “Placed a limiter upon you,” he said. “A self-replicating injectable. Given time… I’m sure my father would consent for you to receive its antidote.”

Ienzo tried not to show his horror. “Quite.”

Once a week or so, Xehanort requested an “audience” with Ienzo. He seemed to be selecting places he thought would be most important to Ienzo; the gardens, the main library, his father’s study. And they were; seeing how they had been perverted seemed like a personal slight. But Ienzo had to be cordial, polite, accommodating. Instead he forced himself to thank him for allowing him this much “freedom.”

They were being served tea in the rose garden one afternoon. It was a bit too cold to be outside, and Ienzo hadn’t been given a coat, just a sweater. There were two heaters hovering around, but they didn’t do much.

“I must thank you for your patience,” Xehanort said smoothly. “I know this must not be easy for you, to be treated a prisoner in your own home.”

“I thought I was a…” He took a deliberate pause here. “Guest.”

Xehanort chuckled. “A guest in a locked, warded walk-in closet?”

“...Your words, not mine.”

He picked up his cup. True to Lydia’s word, all of his family preferred things dark, sour, and bitter; Ienzo wondered if they could not taste well due to the darkness. “I would like nothing more than to allow you run of the castle, to give you quarters more… suitable for someone of your status.”

“But you don’t trust me.”

“My sons don’t trust you,” Xehanort said. “ I think you were a little boy misled by people who supposedly cared about you. No. You have been nothing but tolerant of how we’ve treated you, questioning nothing.”

“Over the intervening years… I’ve been treated worse,” he said pleasantly. It was time to lie, and lie big.

This got his attention. “Have you, my dear prince?”

“Oh, yes. Quite often we’ve stayed in… places of ill repute, in cities crawling with danger. My guardians… coddled me endlessly, would not allow me the freedom to make my own choices. They said it was for my safety.” He tutted. “But do they truly wish for me to be king, if I am not allowed to make choices? Or am I… a puppet?”

Xehanort’s face organized itself into something he must’ve thought pity. “What would you have chosen, then?” he asked. “Xemnas said you were rather distraught, that night, when Even was injured.”

“Isn’t any child distraught when seeing violence for the first time? I did care about him then, I won’t lie.”

“Do you, now?”

Ienzo sighed. “I’m sure your son must have told you stories of their years working together. Even is… hard to read. It’s hard to tell what he wants, what his intentions truly are. He is quite a master manipulator, Xehanort. I don’t know what I should believe.”

Xehanort smiled widely. “I think you’re allowed to decide what you believe now, child.”

Hook, line, sinker.

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Soon after, Ienzo was moved from that small, enclosed room to his old bedroom. Seeing it was like a small gut-punch of memory. Had this space always been so open, the bed so exposed? It was smaller than he remembered, but larger than anywhere else he’d stayed in all this time. The bed was a king, four-poster, neatly made in violet silk, thin curtains tied back to each post. There was a large white marble fireplace with flowers carved all along it, a small chaise nearby. A sitting room adjoined this space, with a writing desk, a table to take his meals, three of the walls lined with bookshelves and storage; the fourth was mostly windowed. The bathroom, too, seemed large and exposed, too much light. Admittedly it was much more comfortable to wait in these rooms. At least he had the luxury of pacing, of books.

As much as he could, Ienzo researched. It seemed like a lot of the textbooks his father had given him had been removed, leaving spaces like missing teeth. Books about the science and theory behind magic… the fairy tales.

Time was passing.

His longing for his daughter and Demyx only seemed to be getting stronger. He knew he was missing the small moments, the important ones, moments crucial to her development. He didn’t even have the peace of his pendant, considering he’d taken it off that evening before bed. Being polite, kind to them--especially the youngest--was wearing. More than once he cried in the shower, and now and again there was the fleeting thought of what it might feel like to “fall” out the window. But it was never more than a passing impulse. He would see Amalia again, even if it killed him. He repeated it to himself, constantly, a manta. He would hold her, smell her. Play with her.

But Ienzo played into their palms wonderfully. He expressed curiosity about darkness, he yes’ed them to death when it came to their ideals. He complimented “Ansem”. When Xehanort offered him the new “name,” he knew it was a major sign of trust. Still, hearing that clunky X thrown into the name he had chosen so carefully felt like another stab to the self.

He needed to get down to the lab, desperately, but the few times he asked he was so politely told no. Ienzo took vociferous notes of whatever he was told, carving them between the lines of his storybooks. He left thin pencil leads among the spines to see if anyone was snooping through his things; it seemed like they weren’t, as they never broke.

He needed his power back. If he had his power, he could sneak down into the lab. There were no other computers connected to the OS that had Tron; he checked as soon as he was allowed to, but the computers Ienzo could access just had the basic office programs, editing programs, things of that ilk, as well as the Internet. Using that, too, was just about useless; he knew that Even had likely taken them off the grid again. And all social media was blocked, preventing him from getting any messages to any of his other friends. He wondered about physical letters. Maybe Lydia might pass something on for him? But he didn’t quite trust her yet, either, despite the fact that she seemed to be his devoted maid, and she hadn't exposed the fact he'd had a child. If he had the power, he could sense her intentions. Everything hinged on performing well enough to get the magic back.

Fall deepened into winter. He’d forgotten what these coastal winters were like, wind howling against the windows, making every room freezing despite the double-paned windows and the fireplaces.

Every now and again Xehanort, or one of his sons, would not-so-subtly pry for information about Ansem, about the resistance. Ienzo told them the rare truth in this case; he had no idea where Ansem was or what he was up to. He also said that Even had refused to tell him anything about the resistance. He kept his answers as consistent as possible, fully aware this was why they kept asking.

It seemed that several things happened in quick succession. “Ansem” deigned to give him his power back; Xehanort wanted to reintroduce him to the public; and someone else he’d nearly forgotten entered his life.

“You’ve been gracious,” Ansem told him. “My father agrees that there’s no point in suppressing your power further, lest we cause it undue harm.”

So Ienzo was led downstairs, so temptingly close to that lab, was laid onto a narrow gurney and strapped down. “What are--”

Ansem started an IV. “The serum works theoretically . But I don’t know for sure how it reacts inside a human body. This is… mostly for your own safety. Can’t have you falling and hitting that precious head of yours.”

Was that sarcasm?

“Don’t you trust me, Zexion?” Ansem purred. “There. Now be a good boy and try not to move.”

Something cold and stinging entered the port Ansem had placed in his hand; it felt like ice water being injected inside Ienzo’s veins. He jerked without meaning to.

“Stillness, boy.”

The cold crept down all along his body, a sharp shattering pain. Ienzo wondered briefly if he were simply being poisoned before he felt a heaviness in the pit of his being, something being lifted and dragged out of him. The serum made his muscles spasm, and he found himself grateful for the restraints. A pained noise left him.

“There, there, Zexion. Not much farther.”

The coldness worsened. He felt as though he could barely breathe, his magic straining against the limiter in his body, breaking it apart. Ienzo could feel dampness and realized it was his own sweat. He felt a mask being placed against his face and jumped before he realized it was just oxygen.

He thought he might shatter, his back arching against the bed. The magic bled back into his body, nearly as painful as when Amalia had separated from him. The pain peaked suddenly, and he blacked out.

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Ienzo woke slowly.

He was in the infirmary of the castle. Something felt… off, about his body, and he realized it was because the heavy dead wrongness he’d carried all these months was gone. The magic sat under his skin, pregnantly. The serum had worked. There was still an oxygen mask on his face, an IV in his hand. It hurt to move; every bit of him was sore.

“...Why don’t you be a good little boy and rest?”

Ienzo jerked. He recognized the feel of this person, his voice. He tried to speak.

The man came into the range of his sighted eye. “Easy,” he said softly. “Easy, Zexion. ”

Ienzo swallowed. His mouth was so dry. In front of him was “...Braig.” No more than a whisper.

“These days I go by Xigbar, but whatever floats your boat.” He sat on the plastic chair near the bed.

“You look…”

He chuckled. “Like shit?”

“...Different.” He did. His hair was much longer, half-streaked through with white; Ienzo could not tell if he’d aged prematurely, or if it were something else. But then he saw his gold eye, his pointed ears. The eyepatch. “This whole time you’ve been… here?”

“Past thirteen years, kiddo.” He leaned back and crossed his legs. “Good help is hard to come by. All I had to do was swear allegiance to the old man. Would you believe he let me? But after all, I was around you, your old man for years. Figured I’d have to know something.”

Xigbar was hard to read. “So you decided to pay my sickbed a visit?”

“Soon as I heard. They’ve kept word of you being here hush-hush. But there’s a sweet little old lady who thought I’d like to know.”

Lydia. Ienzo swallowed.

“Don’t know what you’re trying to get at. Don’t know that I need to know, either.” He leaned forward a little. “Aren’t you handsome now? Just like your daddy.” A pause. “I guard the old man too.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Come on, kid. You and me were always pot-stirrers.” A laugh. “I don’t believe that’s changed. Not one bit.”

“Why not sell me out, then?”

“Bluntly? Because I don’t think anything’s going to get accomplished here, in the long run. Not by him. I’ve heard that darkness is affecting the farmland. Meaning food. Meaning the planet itself.” His expression became serious. “I don’t know about you, but I like to eat.”

Ienzo furrowed his brows.

“Look, if you need something, I can probably get it to you,” he continued.

“Why should I trust you haven’t been converted, too?”

“Come on, princey. Can’t you feel I’m telling the truth, or whatever?”

He could.

“Besides, according to the old tales… too much darkness, and the planet cracks like an egg.” He clutched his fist. “Don’t want to be there for that, either.”

“...I see.”

A substantial pause. Ienzo knew his cover had been blown at this point. “There’s something else.”

“And that is?”

A slow smile. “A little birdie told me that your family’s trying to find you. So I did some seeking of my own.”

Ienzo tried to hide the surprise on his face.

“They were hard to find. It took me months. Even’s still one clever bastard. I was playing poker one night in some dive bar when someone recognized me… and thought I might like to know you were still alive. He told me all about your little love story. Mazel tov, by the way. She's a cute kid.”

The words exploded from him. “They’re alive?”

“Alive and well.”

A relief he hadn’t quite let himself feel washed through him. “You’ll help me?”

“I’d love to wipe the stupid smirk off Junior’s face. It was his fault this happened to me.” He pointed to his eye. “They used us as experiments.”

“...They just used me as one. But it was necessary.” He sat up slowly. “Could you tell my family…” He hesitated. “Tell them to trust me. ”

Xigbar’s grin was wicked.

#heartlines #ienzo #demyx #zemyx #child oc - amalia #master xehanort #xemnas #ansem seeker of darkness #xigbar

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sometimesiwriteangst · 5 years ago

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Sanders Sides Magical Boys Time!!

Summary: I mean, this is a plan for a story based on Madoka Magica and Yuki Yuna. At 4000 words, the actual story would have ended up...long. And I have enough WIPs to finish...plus I have a one shot I intend to do at some point...curse my neurodivergence. XD

Essentially, Logan becomes a magical girl!

Warnings: Character death (holy shit, rereading this I killed three characters??), mention of an abusive parent, natural disasters, suicidal implications, past character death...sad ending that really isn’t a good one at all.

Important Note: Virgil is meant to be...mute, I think(?), Remy is like...full on quadriplegic, ill, complete physical mess. I think Deceit was meant to be on crutches or something. Past me forgot to specify, but Patton mentions “their conditions”. Woops.

Pairings: Remile, Moceit, Implied Analogical. All healthy!

More Notes: Holy shit I’m upsetting myself reading this - what did I do??

Logan arrives at the town with his parents, a rural area that appears mostly empty and void of opportunity. They pass a run down sign proclaiming Welcome To Sandersville, and he comments that he thinks their previous setting was better. His parents are silent, and he sees a shrine of sorts, which he swears smiles at him.

The next day, Logan heads to his school, not wanting to be around his parents and having nothing to do. He meets Deceit in class, and considers him a delinquent type. The class seems cheerful, but Logan feels something isn’t quite right. He notices that there’s a prayer board at the front. Some exposition is given about this by Deceit, who Logan asks. (It’s there as a reminder of the old ways that most modern cities have forgotten,)

Logan is defensive about the idea that his home city “forgot” about the spirits, and Deceit shrugs off his concerns. Throughout the day Logan notices that people take the spirits and gods much more seriously than they did at his city, and considers them to be crazy or cult like.

After a few days he comments to his parents that he’s bored, and that he doesn’t like that they haven’t been home much. His mother is silent but his father tells him that he should join one of the school’s clubs – mentions how Logan was on the chess team. Logan (correctly) points out that a small rural town won’t have a chess team, but reluctantly agrees to look.

The next day after classes finish, he takes a look at the noticeboard, and sees that there’s a maths club, beneath an advert listing a club dedicated to the local spirits, Seeing that there’s a meeting on today, he goes there to ask to join, and is shocked to see Deceit open the door.

They converse, in which Deceit reluctantly lets him in. Logan meets Roman, Remus and Virgil, and Deceit explains that Patton isn’t here yet due to volunteer activities. Roman tries to dissuade him from joining, but Logan insists. The rest of the meeting is gloomy, with everyone more or less ignoring each other. Logan is frustrated.

Upon leaving, Logan hears Remus say he hopes Logan doesn't return. Out of spite, Logan swears to himself to come back every day.

During the night he hears a loud crash, and looks outside to see a nearby building has been damaged. Shocked, he leaves his house to investigate, but runs into Roman, who tells him everything is fine and to go back inside. Logan thinks he sees Virgil in some sort of military esque outfit, but considers it a trick of the light.

The next day Logan meets Patton on the way to school – Patton introduces himself, and comments that Deceit said Logan might be joining the club. He tries to politely get Logan to say no, but Logan insists. Patton looks dismayed over this, which irritates Logan. He snaps at Patton and ignores the club members until the end of the day.

He asks about the crash to Roman, who shrugs it off as just something that happens. Remus says that a lot of odd things happen in their town, and Patton points out that it’s not just their town. There’s a discussion about how natural disasters have become more frequent, and Deceit snidely blames the lack of religion. Logan thinks he’s being ridiculous, of course, but admits that his family left their city because their home was destroyed in a hurricane. Virgil tells him there’s never been a natural disaster in their town, so he’ll be okay.

Remus says that the gods can’t protect towns without the spirits, and Dee is like, “like I said, lack of religion”, and Logan just, “what sort of god can’t protect a town.”

On the way home that day, Logan hears another crash, and decides fuck it and goes to investigate. He arrives at the scene of a monster attacking the local playground, shocking him. He believes himself to be hallucinating, even more so when he sees the maths club turn up and fight it off. He makes eye contact with Virgil, who is shocked, and then he runs off.

The next day, Logan is approached by Virgil, and denies seeing anything. Virgil begs him not to tell anyone about what he saw, and Logan asks if anyone would even believe him. Virgil explains about how the town believe the spirits are all the defenders a god needs, and don’t know that actual people are defenders too when spirits start being killed by monsters. Logan is confused, and insists that this is all nonsense.

Logan goes to the club meeting later, and Patton and Deceit talk about the “accident” at the local playground. Logan asks what happened, and Remus is (mostly) honest, citing monsters that were trying to eat the local spirits. Logan tells them to stop acting like he’s stupid, whilst Patton gently tells him that he’s going to have to accept it as fact eventually.

That night, Logan dreams of the shrine he saw, and of a god talking to him about how without the protective spirits on earth, the world would eventually be destroyed. He is asked to help, but wakes up, and dismisses it as nonsense.

A few days go past, and he is asked by Patton and Deceit if he wants to go to visit a friend in the hospital. Logan asks about the others, and Patton explains that they have other commitments. Deceit makes it clear he’d be happy if it were just him and Patton. Logan agrees reluctantly, stating he doesn’t want to see his parents.

On the way, Patton asks about Logan’s parents, and Logan admits that things have been strained since their home was destroyed. He explains how his parents have gotten back into the “old ways”, and that he doesn’t believe in them, hence conflict. Deceit softly explains that he understands, and Patton squeezes Deceit’s hand or something.

At the hospital, they visit Remy, who is there with Emile. Logan is shocked by Remy’s state, and asks what happened. Patton chides him for his bluntness, whilst Remy tells Logan “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you”. Emile is obviously somewhat ill, which Deceit asks about, but Emile brushes it off, saying it’s just a cold.

They spend time together, and Emile pushes Remy in his chair so that they can go out into the hospital gardens. Things are going well, and then a monster attacks. Emile gets Remy out of the way despite Remy’s protests, and Deceit admits Logan was going to see sooner or later.

Deceit and Patton transform and fight off the monster, to Logan’s shock. Logan sees the spirit hiding, and goes to comfort it. However, upon touching it his hands begin to glow, and Deceit yells at him not to touch it. In doing so, Deceit is almost hit by the monster, but Patton saves him.

Afterwards, the spirit bounds off, and Deceit explains whilst healing Patton that if you touch a spirit you’ll either fade away into a ghost or you’ll be obliged to make a pact, depending on if the local god has chosen you or not.

Logan is shocked, and initially refuses to believe it, but Patton explains that each member of the maths club was chosen by the local god to defend the spirits, and that this is what keeps their town safe. They explain that they each have a pact with a specific spirit, which can be called upon for extra power...at a cost. They are unwilling to explain further to Logan.

Logan takes two days off school out of shock that the thing about religion and spirits is apparently true. After the two days he has another dream in which he’s asked again to help defend, and is told “come and find me”. The next day he lies to his parents about going to school, and instead takes a trip to the shrine, where he finds a small temple nearby it.

Inside he meets Emile, who is praying to the god, and asks him about what he’s doing. Emile dismisses it, explaining he’s just praying to the god cause religion, but appears to be more ill than before. Logan questions him, but Emile dismisses it again and asks what Logan’s doing. Logan explains the dream and Emile becomes distressed. He tells Logan to never say yes to the god, and that it’s something he’ll regret doing if he does. He then has to leave due to illness.

Logan spends time alone talking to the god, expressing confusion, and states he doesn’t really want to get involved. He sees the spirit he touched nearby, and remembers what Deceit said. He tells the spirit to go away and leaves.

The next day at school, he runs into Virgil, who is concerned that Logan touched a spirit. Logan insists that he’s fine, but this seems to worry Virgil more. He also meets with Roman and Remus, who talk about why and when they made their pacts, and the abilities it gave them. Roman says he wouldn’t take it back, whilst Remus admits it’s scary. When they find out Logan touched a spirit, they both express concern, although Roman waves it off in the end as “probably fine”.

Logan is curious however, and when Patton is out volunteering again he goes to find him, and instead finds him at a gravestone – the gravestone of Thomas, who Patton explains was the magical boy who introduced him to all of this. Logan says that Patton was lying about volunteering, and Patton corrects him that he usually is telling the truth, and that Deceit lies because he knows Patton finds it hard.

Patton explains that Thomas was killed in battle, and as Patton was there and chosen, he felt obligated to make a pact. He also explains that Deceit and Virgil’s conditions (and Remy’s) are because if you call the spirit to help you, you sacrifice part of yourself to them to keep them at full power. He expresses regret at not being able to take that sacrifice for them, and begs Logan not to become one of them.

Logan tells him that he doesn’t want to, and still finds the whole thing ridiculous on some level, even if he’s come to believe it.

Over the next week, Logan witnesses the club go to more attacks, sees that Patton and Deceit are really close, and is told by Virgil why they made the maths club, much to Logan’s annoyance. He also interacts with his parents, growing frustrated that they seem to ignore him and his concerns. It comes to a head with a major attack causing Roman to call a spirit, and ending up going blind. He takes time off school, and the maths club becomes much more sombre.

Virgil talks to Logan about how he’s afraid about not being able to communicate via sign language anymore with Roman, and Logan offers to think of alternatives. Virgil talks about Remy, and about how Remy has given up enough of himself that he’s effectively “retired”, and therefore is no longer obligated to fight, although he could. Virgil also talks about how the more parts of you that you give up the stronger you become, because you’ve basically replaced bits of yourself with parts of a spirit.

On the way home Logan sees the spirit again, and hears the call of the god outside of his dreams for the first time. He asks aloud why the god is calling him, and why now, but gets no response. The spirit keeps staring at him, and then he gets a call from Patton asking to meet.

He meets with Patton, and Patton talks about how Logan is hearing the call of the god. Logan agrees, and asks why now, and Patton admits Logan probably wouldn’t have heard it in the city because if you reject the gods and the old ways you tune out the call. And without people to defend it, the gods will eventually die out etc. Logan remarks it’s a stupid god then, and Patton laughs.

Patton comments that at least you get a wish of some sort – he describes it as a hope to cling onto, and that you are granted abilities to make that wish easier to achieve. He says how the gods aren’t as powerful as they once were, and that the spirits are the ones doing the protection, which is why sometimes humans are needed to assist against the monsters.

Logan cautiously asks Patton what he wished for. Patton hums, and looks at his phone, which has a photo of Deceit as his lock screen. “Happiness.”

Logan tries to continue as usual within the club, but keeps seeing the spirit and hearing the call. He and Virgil connect especially well, and Roman eventually returns to school, although obviously distant. Things are tense, and Remus gloomily says he predicts a bad event coming up. Logan tells him he’s ridiculous, but can admit that things seem to be getting darker – there are more monsters appearing, created by negativity amongst humans at large.

The spirit comes to see Logan one morning, and the two watch each other whilst Logan insists he’s not accepting the call – that he doesn’t want to be like the others. The spirit rests against Logan to share a vision of the hospital, and he gets the idea to go and see Remy – although he tells the spirit firmly he still wants nothing to do with him.

At the hospital, Logan explains to Remy what’s been going on, and about how the god has been calling to him. He says he enjoys his time with the maths club, but doesn’t want to be a magical boy. Remy talks about how he became one because after hearing the call his parents pressured him into it, and that he himself regrets fighting so long. There’s no reason to someone being called, the god just finds something inside them makes them worth it.

Remy also asks Logan to check on Emile, stating that the boy has been around the shrine more often recently. Expresses worry, and that he isn’t sure it’s healthy to ignore magical boy duties like Emile has been doing. Logan is concerned, and agrees to go and check.

A monster attacks on his way there, and Remus and Roman come to protect him. The two fuse in order to protect him, and Logan is obviously shocked. They afterwards sheepishly explain that they have the abilitiy because Roman became a magical boy to keep his brother safe. Remus admits he became one because he wanted to be like Virgil and Deceit, but doesn’t elaborate on his abilities.

The three go to the shrine together, and Emile is not there, but Roman admits he didn’t think you could go back on your duties. Remus says he’ll fight as long as his brother and friends fight, and Roman is quiet. They go home, and Logan tells them to stay safe.

The next day Logan waits at the shrine in the rain, accomponied by his spirit, until Emile arrives. The man is obviously extremely sick, and Logan demands answers. Emile becomes upset, telling him to stay out of things he doesn’t understand, and that Logan should focus on making sure the spirit doesn’t become irate at him not making a pact.

Logan talks to the spirit about what might make him make a pact, but ultimately does not, although the spirit goes home with him.

In the morning he asks the others about their spirits, and they explain that when they made the pact the spirits were more or less absorbed into their souls, which is what allows for the transfer of soul and energy. Logan asks about their animals and powers etc, and Virgil and Remus are the most willing to talk about theirs. Patton is irate and says it’s personal.

Deceit tells Logan after Patton leaves that Patton often feels guilty for getting the others involved and not being able to stop them from their injuries. He admits he himself would happily put himself in danger for Patton, and that his wish had been to survive after a horrific injury given by his abusive father, but that if he were to make one now he’d wish for Patton’s safety, for everyone’s safety.

Patton is away “volunteering” again that day, and Logan asks Virgil and Deceit what happens if you stop your duties – they are confused, stating you shouldn’t be physically able, because the spirit can force you to if needed. This concerns Logan more, and he finds Emile at the shrine, demanding answers.

Emile weakly admits that in protest to what’s happening to Remy he’s been fighting the spirit to stop fighting for the god. But as a result, he’s been getting progressively iller, but does not want Remy to know. He admits he started fighting because he wanted to help people, but feels used and helpless. Logan asks what’s ultimately wrong with Remy losing parts – can’t he still do things?

Emile explains that you only get to count as being retired once you’ve lost enough to be considered unable to continue your life. Remy, being often on life support, and being entirely paralysed, could technically interact with the world like severely disabled people, but if he succeeded would be forced back out of retirement and made to keep fighting until he himself was gone, a shell of who he was.

Logan is horrorfied, and Emile simply states that it’s the fate of magical boys – help keep the earth safe by defending spirits and gods, and eventually either die or lose so much of your soul and body you become a mere shell. He asks Logan in a snappy manner whether Logan would still consider becoming a magical boy, and Logan runs off in fear.

Logan takes a day off school, and in the evening he tries talking to his parents about it all. His mother says that if the gods die out then everyone is doomed, so those who receive the call should go along with it. His father agrees, saying that the reason their old home is ruined is because people forgot the old ways and therefore didn’t hear or accept the call of the gods.

Logan is distraught, and leaves home to go on a walk. He is attacked whilst out, and Roman appears, commenting that Remus is fetching the others because it’s a strong monster. He states that the increase means something bad is going to happen, and fights off as long as he can.

The others arrive in time to see Roman killed. Remus goes into shock and grief, whilst Deceit, Virgil and Patton destroy the monster. They are all distraught, and the next day Remus skips school, where Roman’s death is announced.

Emile and Remy turn up at the school to check on everyone, and Logan quietly admits to Emile that he feels guilty for not helping. Emile doesn’t have much to say, and the atmosphere is understandably gloomy for a while as everyone grieves.

Over the next week or two, more and more monsters appear. Remus loses the use of his legs, and Virgil loses hearing in one ear. Emile visits Remy less and less, concerning everyone. Roman is buried, and they all attend the funeral.

Logan visits Emile at his home eventually, where he sees Emile pretty much at deaths bed. Emile tearfully admits regret, wishing he was strong enough to fight so that he could stay alive. He wishes he could be with Remy, that neither of them were magical boys, and that he had had the courage to tell Remy he loved him. Logan urges him to transform and go after a monster, and Emile talks about being in so much pain, and that he has no energy to do so.

Emile begs Logan to never accept this fate, to stay close to the others, and to pass on his hairclip to Remy as an apology. Emile passes away, and Logan is tearful. As promised, he takes the clip to Remy, who becomes distraught, sobbing and grieving and becoming angry that Emile put himself through that. He demands Logan leave.

After a few days, Logan is awoken by a call from Patton, who frantically tells him to stay home for a few days because there’s reports of a nearby town being destroyed by a “natural disaster”, and they think the monster responsible is coming to theirs.

Logan goes straight to Virgil, and begs him to be careful, telling him about Emile and Remy, and confesses that he’s scared. Virgil hugs him tightly, reassures him, and tells him to stay home, that everything will be okay. He tells Logan that more than anything, he wants his loved ones to stay safe, including Logan.

Logan anxiously waits indoors for the next few days, the spirit ever urging him to make a pact, which Logan ignores due to what he’s seen so far. Then in the morning of one day, an emergency alarm sounds, and Logan looks out his window to see a huge powerful monster at the outskirts of his town. He initially goes to take cover with everyone else, but hears the call of the god once more. He remembers Emile, and Roman. How Remy has ended up. He remembers how Remus said he’d fight as long as his friends and family were there. How Virgil wants him safe, and how Patton just wanted happiness, and how Deceit would wish for Patton and the others to be safe.

He says screw it and runs off, determined to go help the others, because he wants everyone to be okay, and tells the spirit he’s ready to accept the call of the gods. He wishes for the ability to protect his friends, transforms and saves Virgil from a major injury.

The others are angry that he’d do this, but don’t have time or the ability to do anything about it. Logan’s incredible defensive abilities come in useful, but the battle is hard, as the monster keeps going. Virgil is knocked out, bleeding heavily, and Deceit desperately tries to heal him, whilst Logan tries to defend for them all.

Patton yells at Remus to go and get Remy, because they need all the power they can get. Remus leaves reluctantly, and Deceit yells at Patton that he and Logan need to retreat for now. They do so, coming down to check on Virgil, who is slowly healing thanks to Deceit’s treatment. Deceit admits he doesn’t know when Virgil will be ready for battle, and that he thinks they need to lie low until Remy and Remus return.

Patton tells him softly that if they do that the monster will destroy most of the city. He confesses to Deceit that he loves him, and that he wished for his happiness, and then summons his spirit, seeing Deceit for the last time as his eyes cloud. He then goes off to attack, whilst Deceit is in tears begging him not to.

Logan goes after Patton, trying to defend him, but the attacks are so much that Patton summons his spirit five more times before Remy and Remus arrive. Remy uses magical ribbons in place of limbs to attach the hair clip onto his hair, and states that he plans to join Emile in this battle, and that he doesn’t believe the world is worth it.

Deceit and Virgil join them too, and it’s an intense fight where they all summon their spirits at least once. Remy ends up blowing himself and the monster up, dying in the process. In his last moments he tells them that it’s okay, that he got to help people, and now he can join Emile where he won’t have to fight these monsters anymore.

The rest of them are injured and distraught, and stand in the remains of everything.

Over the next few months the town rebuilds, and although monsters still come, there’s no major ones, although more towns around the country have been destroyed. Deceit and Patton get together, and they all learn to live with their new limitations.

Although they still fight together, they also seem to go their seperate ways. Patton and Deceit double down on schoolwork and volunteering their time to causes, Remus joins more creative clubs and aims to honour his brother via creative work. Logan tries and fails to rekindle his relationship with his parents, and instead studies about the gods and spirits in an effort to understand, whilst Virgil starts tutoring people in sign language.

They meet in their club room a year after the incident, and go together to Emile, Remy, Roman and Thomas’ graves, where they quietly grieve before going off together. They sit altogether, and lament how they’re tied into the fates of the previous magical boys. Virgil comments that at least they have each other, to which they all quietly agree.

A monster is seen in the distance, and Deceit and Patton say they can handle it, leaving, with Remus following shortly afterwards.

Virgil asks Logan if it was worth it in the end. Logan says he’s yet to find out, and the story ends there. (“I guess I’ll find out.”)

#sanders sides #angst #logan sanders #virgil sanders #character death #emile picani #deceit sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #tw death #moceit #remile #yes i was planning healthy moceit #shocks me too #tw abuse #tw abusive parent #implied analogical #tw natural disaster

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resident-fungi-fren · 4 years ago

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Chapter Summary: Janus learns how his absence affected the sides, and Logan likes flowers.

Ships: kinda hints at loceit and past intruceit.

Warnings: illness, breakdowns, flashbacks, (kinda) repression, its based off of dwit and pof, so keep that in mind...

Chapter 3

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“Pardon me Logan, but may I have a word?”

Logan was in his room, reading a book about amphibians. Janus had come in, and was waiting in the doorway.

“Sure, what do you need?”

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

“Go ahead, you may ask me.”

“I’m Thomas’s desire, and I know when he has a big desire, and recently he’s given up on one. It was a really big one too, something he wouldn’t easily give up on. What happened?”

He knew, of course, how the callback originally went. But he played a major role in the courtroom. How had his absence changed things?

“It’s a complicated issue Dee, one I’m not sure I can explain properly. It would be best if I showed you. Would you be adverse to a trip down the memory archives?”

Dee hadn’t ever gotten to go down the archives before, atleast, not with full access. He could steal snippets here and there, but full memories? He was curious now, what he would find.

“That sounds excellent Logan, would you be alright leaving now?”

The logical side rose from his seat, straightened his tie, and moved out the door past Janus, the side in question following quickly behind.

“After you’ve learned the way, you should have full access to the memories, since you’re a ‘light side’ as Roman puts it. Ah, here we are.” Logan had stopped in front of a door, labeled “MEMORY LANE.”

The hallway, or lane, was long and filled with seemingly endless rows of shelves, much like inside out. Instead of glowing spheres though, each memory was a flower. It was a haven of petals and sunshine, and Logan walked through the rows, carefully tending to each plant like a devoted gardener.

“It’s one of my roles to attend to the memories, and I will admit, I find it quite relaxing to tend to the plants. They need close care to stay in good condition. Weeding the plants helps to keep the memories accurate, and it prevents cognitive distortions. Watering them keeps them fresh, and makes it easier for Thomas to retrieve memories. The sunshine simply keeps them bright, and helps Thomas remember the details.”

“He really has a subconscious thing for flowers, huh?” The comment slipped out before Janus could think about it, and he quickly regretted it. Logan had turned back to face Janus, and his expression was openly curious, and Janus knew he wouldn’t be getting out of this one.

“What do you mean? Have you seen some other flower-based phenomena within Thomas’s psyche? To my knowledge, it was only the memories.”

Janus sighed, and praised whatever god was out there that he could still think on his feet. “If I tell you, would you promise not to tell the others?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “I will not disclose anything you share with me, unless it would be harmful to Thomas for it to remain secret.”

Well, he’d take what he could get. With another sigh, he rolled up the sleeve of his left wrist, exposing a few of his roses. In this light, he could now see what the dimness of his room hid, and the sunshine revealed the different hues of the roses. Some were a soft yellow, while others were tinted more orange. Even the reds had mixed shades, some being vibrant, while others were darker, a deep shade of crimson. There were even a few shades of coral and white in the mix. It was, for lack of a better word, beautiful.

Janus stared down at his arm, having pushed up his sleeve all the way to reveal the roses twining up his arm, entranced by blossoms. Logan too was staring, though his gaze was more calculating, and Janus realized he had to say something, before Logan took it upon himself to discover the meaning behind his markings.

“They’ve been there since I appeared, but they haven’t changed at all since then.” He felt the lie clog up his throat, and he turned away to cough up a couple petals into his hand, discarding them before Logan noticed. “I’m not sure what their purpose is though, I probably haven’t been around long enough.” There, that was close enough to the truth that it shouldn’t cost him a rose.

Logan seemed to accept that explanation, and with a reluctant promise to discuss the matter more later, he moved down the aisle, finally stopping at a row a little ways in.

This section was packed with flowers, too many for Janus to name. He saw roses and daffodils, holly and tansy. He recognized carnations, chrysanthemums, columbine, and hydrangeas. But even hidden among the hues of reds, purples, and yellows, he saw so many shapes and sizes of petals he wouldn’t know where to begin.

“This was a very emotionally charged event for Thomas, so there is more variety then you’d find in most memories. There is a total of 36 plants in this section, so I advise to get the gist of it, you look through the aloe, amaryllis, anemone, begonia, belladonna, black-eyed susan, carnations, columbine, crab blossom, hyacinth, hydrangea, hyssop, marigold, myrtle, roses, and tansy, to start. Simply sniff a blossom, and you’ll enter the memory, see it exactly how it happened.”

Well that wasn’t a lot to take in. But he still moved towards a flower, picking what he was pretty sure was a begonia, and took a deep whiff.

----------------flashback-----------------

Thomas burst in, yelling about his callback. Roman freaked out, and Patton was supportive, until he learned the date, nothing had changed there. This time though, “Foe-gan” didn’t appear, and there was no courtroom. Patton said it was wrong, and so Roman quietly gave up, pushing his dream behind him. Thomas never admitted he’d rather go to the callback, and that was that.

Until Remus came. Without Janus to rein him in, he’d gone off the deep end. It hurt to see him like that, and Janus felt the regret welling up inside him.

The darker twin was almost feral, tearing savagely into Thomas’s mind, bringing out everything Janus had worked to hide away, forcing Thomas to confront all his worst fears. It took all four of the light sides to rein him in, and they locked him in the subconscious, where he wouldn’t have nearly as much influence. Where he couldn’t hurt anyone but himself.

Thomas went to the wedding. That didn’t change. He came back though, and he snapped. All the stress, the anger he’d been repressing, Thomas had reached his boiling point.

Patton and Roman came in to defuse the situation, though that didn’t help much. Patton insisted that they had done the right thing, even if it didn’t feel right. Roman finally spoke up, saying that he wished they’d gone to the callback, and that maybe Patton wasn’t always right.

Logan came in then, saying that it was impossible for Patton to be correct 100% of the time, and that in this case, it was more likely then not that he’d made the wrong call. He pointed out how the callback had more to offer Thomas, and the huge decline his mental health had taken since choosing to go to the wedding. How even now, Thomas had gained no joy from the event.

Patton continued to insist that they’d done the right thing, that it had to be right, that it couldn’t have been a mistake because then he’d madeamistakeandhewaswronganditwasallwrongandwhatwasevenrightanymoreand-

Patton blew up, screaming and howling, holding his head as Lilypadton burst forth. Roman and Logan tried to calm him down, but Patton was gone, and he no longer knew what right and wrong were. He was being forced to re-examine everything he’d been taught, and this time Janus wasn’t there to help him through it.

Luckily someone else was. Virgil finally came in, and told Patton to breathe, to let Thomas breathe. The anxious was able to calm Morality down, and then explain that he was pushing Thomas too far, and that he needed to ease up. Thomas couldn’t keep going like this, giving every bit of himself to others, and Patton was finally able to see how he was hurting his host.

He apologized, and finally admitted that the wedding wasn’t the best choice, that maybe they should’ve gone to the callback, and explained the situation to Lee and Mary Lee.

Then it was Roman’s turn to be angry. Everything he had sacrificed was for nothing. His dream was about to come true, only for Patton to pull him back, and change his mind later? He was furious, that no one had listened before, that Patton hadn’t even given him a chance.

Janus heard Roman’s words echoing in his mind as the memory ended, harsh and broken. “You said you trusted me, I thought I meant more to you then that. Thomas, I thought I was your hero.”

------------------End Flashback------------

When Janus came too, he was holding an anemone, a flower he knew meant forsakenness. He wasn’t sure how to process what he’d learned, so instead he turned back to Logan, who’d been tending to the plants while Janus reminisced.

“What happened? After Roman left?” The logical side turned and faced Janus, placing his hands behind his back.

“Well, we made a plan to prioritize Thomas’s mental health in the future, and how to start putting him first. When we went to check on Roman, he said he needed some space, but after a few days he seemed to be back to his normal, extra, self. That was about two weeks before you appeared, so I supposed your existence is in response to Thomas deciding to start putting his desires first.”

Logan turned and gathered up his tools, before heading towards the exit. “I hope this was an enlightening experience for you Dee, now if you’ll excuse me, I have some more work to attend to in my room.” With that, he left, leaving Janus alone with the memories.

Knowing what he knew now, Janus had only one move in mind for the future. Whatever it took, he was going to find a way to see Remus again.

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so this chapter kinda had a funky format, sorry bout that, but it was late

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Moon Rise: Chapter 42

Warning: this chapter features minor mentions of an illness that may be considered similar to Covid-19, and could potentially upset those effected by it. Reader discretion is advised (this is the last time this message will appear)

With the guidance of Ruby, Swiftcloud and her patrol made their way through the Twolegplace. They weaved inbetween the rows and rows of dens, avoiding sleeping monsters and Twolegs playing out in the snow. Anxiety prickled Swiftcloud's pelt the further on they ventured. She fretted that this mission might be a failure. If the plants in the meadow had all died off, why wouldn't the ones in Twolegplace do the same?

Eventually Ruby slowed her pace, pausing in front of a particularly large Twoleg's den. Within the backyard was a smaller see-through den. It appeared to be entirely made out of windows, glass was what the material was called, Swiftcloud recollected.

"Look!" Mistyleaf pointed at the structure with her tail, excitement radiating from her pelt. "There's plants in there. Look how lush and green they are!"

"That place is called a Green House," Ruby informed the clan cats. "Housefolk use them to grow plants and herbs year round. I believe you'll find what you'll need in there."

"But how are we going to get inside to look?" Rabbitstorm questioned. He sounded doubtful that they'd be able to do so at all. Ruby simply tilted her head, prompting the other cats to follow. The five other cats followed the large molly over the fence, landing in the fresh snow on the other side.

"We will ask for a favor," Ruby explained at last. The clan patrol exchanged confused looks. "Wait here, I'll be right back." With a dash, Ruby cleared halfway across the yard in a single bound. She galloped, stopping in front of the Twoleg den. She let out a mighty yowl, summoning some attention from inside. Immediately Swiftcloud panicked.

"Hide!" Chicorynose commanded the patrol, ducking into a bush by the edge of the fence. Her clanmates did the same, although Max waited just outside. Through the shrubbery, Swiftcloud could see a Twoleg emerging from the den. From behind it, two kittypets strolled into view, happy as could be. Once its pets were outside, the the creature turned and lumbered back into its lair, the door swinging shut behind it. When she was sure the coast was clear, Swiftcloud took the first brave steps out from hiding and towards the strangers.

The kittypets appeared well groomed, with wet pink noses and bright eyes. Their fur was glossy, and their bodies plump. So different from the looks she was used to cats having. As she passed by the Green House, Swiftcloud caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass. She resisted the urge to wince at the sight. In comparison to the kittypets, she looked terrible. I look...I look like a wild cat, she realized. Now she understood why house cats typically shyed away from strays. Especially those from the clans. To a peaceful kittypet she must look dangerous with her thin frame, tired eyes, and battle scars.

When Swiftcloud finally came to a stop beside Ruby, one of the kittypets began backing away. His brown and white pelt bristled, his fat belly dragged against the snowy ground. He seemed scared, annoyed even. The other kittypet, however, remained calm. The molly's thick tail was high in the air, her focus fixed on Swiftcloud. She was curious. Swiftcloud was curious about her as well. The she-cat had brown and white fur with rich dark swirling stripes. Thick framed and chubby, the she-cat looked to be in perfect health. Her face was broad with chubby cheeks, her ears round. And her eyes glowed yellow in the sunlight, filled with kindness. Around her neck was a green collar, with pebbles lining it that twinkled like stars. For a heartbeat, Swiftcloud wondered if the kittypet was a show cat. Or a cat who was "bred" to produce them.

"Hey there, Ruby," the molly spoke at last. "You called?"

"I did," Ruby agreed, lowering her head so she was at a more equal level with her friend. "I have some cats here who need some help."

"Oh yeah?" The kittypet promted, shifting her focus from Ruby back onto Swiftcloud. "What can I do for you?"

Swiftcloud blinked, turning around for a moment. She waved a paw, motioning for her clanmates to come stand beside her. Apprehensively, the rest of her patrol emerged from hiding, padding over to stand with Swiftcloud.

"Aw hell, not more of em," griped the kittypet tom with ears flattening.

"Pipe down, Louie, they're not going to hurt us," the molly hissed at her denmate before giving her attention back to the clan cats. "Are you?"

"Not if you cooperate," Rabbitstorm grumbled with a tail flick. Mistyleaf gave him a disapproving shove.

"You have our word, no clan cat will bring either of you harm," Chicorynose promised after fixing Rabbitstorm with a glare.

The kittypet molly smiled "See?"

"Just get em to tell you what they want so they can go," the fat tom griped. The molly rolled her eyes.

"My apologies for my mate. Fat Louie doesn't really like strangers. Or, well, anyone for that matter. Sometimes not even me," she giggled although there was a twinge of sadness in her voice, "Anyways. Ruby says you're looking for a favor?"

"Yes," Mistyleaf stepped up. "We desperately need an herb for our clan. Many are sick, and some have even died. Obtaining these leaves will save many lives."

"We'd like to ask if you'd be kind enough to let us into your Green House to look for catnip. We see that you have many plants in there. And Ruby says you may have what we're looking for," Swiftcloud added with Mistyleaf nodding along agreeingly. Imminently, Fat Louie jumped to his paws.

"Ooh no," he growled, marching forward. "We are not letting a bunch of flea-ridden strays into our housefolk's garden den! We don't know if we can trust them, Tabitha. And even if we can, why would we? They're wild cats. They eat kits and kill each other for sport. Why should we give a sniff if the whole lot of them die?"

"Hey!" Rabbitstorm snapped, muscles bunching. Chicorynose and Mistyleaf flanked him on both sides, preventing him from bursting forward.

"You misunderstand our way of life," Swiftcloud decided to try reasoning with the kittypets. After all, she used to be one too. Surely it couldn't be hard to convince them that the clan cats weren't so bad. "We care very deeply for our clanmates. Clan cats do everything for one another, to ensure we all survive. We fight, hunt, and care for every cat in our ranks. From the smallest kit, to the most decrepit elder. Coming here to ask for help proves that. We go to great lengths to save our friends, our family, our home."

"And why should we listen to you?" Fat Louie snorted.

"Because I used to be just like you two."

"Ignorant?" Tabitha joked.

"No." Swiftcloud shook her head. "I used to be a house cat. Almost a year ago now."

Tabitha gasped, her pupils growing wide. "Really? And you've survived this long? That's pretty cool."

Swiftcloud smiled. She was glad to see at least one of the kittypets was warming up to her and her clanmates a little. "It is. And I never would've survived this long without my clan. Throughout the moons, Grassclan has taught me and suppoted me with everything. They'd do anything for me. And I'd give everything for them. It was Mistyleaf and I's idea to come to Twolegplace today, to look for the herbs we need to cure our sick. That has to account for something. Please don't let us leave empty pawed."

Tabitha's eyes watered a little. She turned to Fat Louie before turning back to the clan patrol. "Ok, you've convinced me. I'll let you into our Green House."

"Like hell you will!" Fat Louie spat, grabbing Tabitha by the collar. With a mighty tug he dragged her backwards, effectively choking her. The tabby and white molly gagged, paws scraping against the icy ground. Her toes spread for her claws to unsheathe and ground her, but nothing slid out from the slits in her paws. Helplessly Tabitha was pulled across the yard like prey. Swiftcloud's muscles buncued as she readied herself to spring to the kittypet's aid. She couldn't stand by and watch this abuse.

"Let go of her!" Rabbitstorm shot forward suddenly, leaping onto Fat Louie's back. The fat brown and white kittypet collapsed under the other tom's weight, yet still refused to let Tabitha go. Despite appearing out of shape, Louie turned out to be quite strong. And as persistent as a badger. No matter how passively Rabbitstorm tried to get hin to let go of Tabitha's collar, the spoiled tom refused. And so, Rabbitstorm was left resorting to violence. After giving his muzzle a scratch, Rabbitstorm was finally able to free the kittypet she-cat. Fat Louie jumped back, nose scrunched up with pain. Mistyleaf ran to Tabitha, herding her a fox-length away so she could be examined.

"Breathe deep," the medicine cat instructed as the other molly let out a few small coughs. She touched her nose to Tabitha's neck, looking for signs of tearing on the skin.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to treat a she-cat?" Rabbitstorm snarled. Fat Louie grumbled under his breath, touching a white paw to his bleeding snout. He gave it a lick, trying to clear the liquid away. Fat Louie then waddled off to sulk, waiting for his Twoleg to let him inside through the door he came from. Rabbitstorm snorted with distaste, turning to Mistyleaf and Tabitha.

"Are you alright?" He asked the kittypet, voice surprisingly gentle. He nosed her, giving the molly a look over himself. Tabitha blinked, a small smile appearing on her face.

"I'm just a little winded," she responded.

"She'll be fine," Mistyleaf assured.

"Is this the first time he's done something like this?" Rabbitstorm asked seriously.

Tabitha's smile faultered, her expression revealing the truth about her treatment. "It's alright." she blinked away her sadness, "He loves me. I know he does. Louie doesn't do things like that to cause harm..its because he cares. He was trying to protect me from all of you."

"Clearly it's not us you need protection from. You deserve to be treated with kindness. I'd never sit around and let like that happen to any cat. Especially my own mate."

"Well, thank you for the concern. You're...you're very kind." Tabitha ducked her head shyly.

Rabbitstorm purred a very tiny purr. It made Swiftcloud's heart feel light. It was the first time Rabbitstorm had acted like himself since Heatherwing's death. And with a kittypet no less? How things have changed!

"Come with me," Tabitha stood up, shaking snow from her pelt. "I'll let you into the Green House."

"Even after all that?" Chicorynose prompted, raising a brow. Tabitha gave a firm nod.

"I don't care what Louie wants right now. You cats need help. And I'm going to let you take as much of the catnip as you need."

The clan patrol exchanged excited trills, eagerness prickling among them.

"But," Tabitha interrupted. "I'm only going to do this on one condition."

"And what's that?" Chicorynose asked. Tabitha turned to Swiftcloud.

"I'm very curious about the life you've led. I'd like to hear your story."

Swiftcloud blinked, pelt growing hot. She didn't expect the spotlight to suddenly be shifted onto her. But if telling her tale could help save the clan, then she'd say anything to get into that Green House.

With a nod, Swiftcloud began. "Over a year ago, I was born as a kittypet -a house cat. I was raised to become a show cat, like my mother and father, and eventually my littermates. But I wasn't cut out for that life. At almost three moons old I was given to a new housefolk, to live a normal house cat's life. But even then I wasn't satisfied. I began to dream of freedom, of a place that would give me that which I desired. At six moons I listened to those dreams and wandered to the meadow. There, I fought a wild cat- a tom that would eventually become my mate. And afterwards, I met his clanmates, and his leader. They told me all about the life of a clan cat, and I eventually settled on the idea of joining them. So, I changed my name, abandoned my collar and home, and left to live in Grassclan. I trained very hard for several moons, and fought in a few battles. And finally, I was named a warrior. I was named Swiftcloud, and finally found who I truly am."

"What was your name before?" Tabitha asked with intrigue. Swiftcloud glanced at each of her clanmates. She'd never told any clan cat her birth name before. When she'd joined them, she had changed it to the one she had been called in her dreams.

"I was born Hana. Then I became Swift. Now I am Swiftcloud, Hunter and Spy of Grassclan."

Tabitha let out a trill, her eyes sparkling. "Such an interesting life. What a fun character you are. Alright, a promise is a promise. Follow me I've kept you all waiting long enough."

Mistyleaf sighed with relief. Chicorynose purred with excitement. And Rabbitstorm moved to stand at Tabitha's side.

"Lead the way," he requested, earning a giggle from the molly. Tabitha padded through the snow, creating a path for the other cats to follow. For a heartbeat, she paused by the Green House's door. Her perfectly white paws disappeared under the snow, her body crouched and her rear wiggling. Max corralled the clan cats back, giving the other kittypet space to work. Swiftcloud observed Tabitha as she eventually pried open the door, just enough so that she could squeeze through. She slipped inside the den, waiting on the other side for the others to follow. Mistyleaf went in first, followed by Swiftcloud, Rabbitstorm, Chicorynose, Max, and finally Ruby.

Single file, the group padded through the glass den. The air in there was hot, humid; a major difference from the atmosphere outside. All around them were plants of all sizes and vibrancies. Exotic plants and familiar alike decorated the space, creating a powerful almost forest-like fragrance. Most of the cats got the oppurtunity to gawk about the sight. Mistyleaf, however, retained her sharp focus. Her jaws were parted slightly to taste the air for the herb she needed. Her delicate nose twitched as she seemed to catch onto the trail.

"This way," she mewed, taking the lead. Swiftcloud pulled ahead to walk with her, keeping an eye out for the herbs. Near the back of the den, in a special patch, was an abundance of catmint. The smell emanating from them was enough to make a cat's mouth water. Mistyleaf trilled out happily, delicately leaping into the center of the herb patch.

"This'll be enough to treat every cat in Grassclan!" Swiftcloud cheered.

"Twice over," Mistyleaf agreed. She carefully snatched up a few catnip stems, carrying them out of the patch with her. "How much are we allowed to take?"

"As much as you want. My housefolks grow this stuff for Louie and I to use to relax. I hadn't realized it could be used to cure sickness, too."

"Only greencough," Mistyleaf elaborated. "Would we be allowed to come collect more at a future time? The amount we take today will be an excellent start towards a path of recovery. But a lot of the sick are in critical condition. They'll need many doses of catmint to be cured."

Tabitha beamed. "Yes. In fact, I insist you come back for more! I'd be sad if I never got to see you all again. This will be a great excuse for you to come and visit."

Mistyleaf purred gratefully. She instructed each of her clanmates to tip-toe into the herb patch to pick as many stems as they could carry. When the patrol was packed heavy with herbs, the cats made their way back to the front of the den. Before exiting though, Mistyleaf paused once more. Her nose twitched, green eyes twinkling.

"Tabitha, would it be alright if I collected some of that lavander over there as well? It will help to rid the stench of illness from our dens, and to treat fevers," she mewed after putting down her herbs.

"Oh sure," Tabitha agreed. "Whatever you need, it's yours. They're only plants, after all, they'll grow back." Mistyleaf once again let out a grateful purr. She padded over and picked a few of the flower stems, adding them to her bundle of catmint. She tied it all together with a stray vine from one of the other plants surrounding them before picking up her herbs again. Mission completed, the cats made their way back out into the cold. The frigide air outside of the Green House felt more bitter when the cats emerged into the open again. They'd adjusted to the Greeleaf warm climate, and hardly minded the humidity. Now the moisture has turned to ice particles on their fur.

Swiftcloud rested her herbs by her paws. She gave her pelt a shake and began to tremble a little. "We'd better hurry home before we all catch a chill."

Chicorynose let out an agreeing grunt. She dipped her head respectfully to the kittypet. "Thank you for everything, Tabitha. Grassclan will be forever grateful for this. If you should ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Tabitha purred loudly, brushing her side against Chicorynose's in a friendly manner. "Farewell new clan friends. I'll see you again soon!" She bumped her head against Rabbitstorm's gently, looking into his eyes for a heartbeat.

"We look forward to our next visit. May the winds be with you." Mistyleaf touched her nose to Tabitha's.

"And-...what do you clan cats say in response to that?" The curious kittypet asked.

"We say 'And may Starclan light your path.' We like to bless each other with the guidance of our warrior ancestors," explained Swiftcloud.

Tabthia nodded along enthusiastically. "I see. Well then, may Starclan light your path!"

The Grassclan patrol let out a collective mrrow of amusement. After each cat touched noses with Tabitha one last time, Ruby took the lead, guiding the warriors back to Max's house. After one last farewell to Max and Ruby, Swiftcloud led the patrol the rest of the way back to the Land's Star; eager to bring something good news to the clan.

#warrior cats #warrior cat ocs #wcs #wc ocs #Signs of the Moon: Moon Rise #Moon Rise #Chapter 42 #raise your hand if you're part of the Tabitha Protection Squad #also yes Fat Louie knows human curse words. he's like 3 years old so he's had plenty of time around people to learn them

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