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beautifulsnake2162020 · 2 years ago

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Higher Intervention:Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 3

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Pic by aemonds-war-crime

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

Author's note: I'll see if I can get Part 4 up this week also, but if not please wait till after December 17 (the last day of my final exams) for me to update it. Thank you and enjoy :) 💖

If you want to read part 1 here it is:

And part 2 is here:

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

"Again Luce." You say as you and your younger brother go back to first position in one of the formal dances that was surely going to be danced in the ball. He sighs in frustration before straightening his back.

"I'm already engaged to Rhaena, why do I have to learn this dance?"

"Because balls are not just to find partners but to build connections. And you need to form connections to avoid people wanting to kill you or harm you." He doesn't answer as he resumes his first position. On your order the musicians begin playing again as the dance master observes the two of you. Or rather he was observing Lucerys since both you and Jace had satisfied his stringent standards of being able to dance all the probable dances that would be performed in any upcoming balls. Apparently the one coming up in a few weeks is just one of many as more and more Ambassadors and House lords arrive. It's no secret that the King may die anyday now and it would be wise for Houses and cities to have a representative here to inform them of what happens, and more importantly who was to be the new ruler.

Whomever arranged this was not being subtle about it. You have high suspicions that the Hand, Otto Hightower was the mastermind behind this. A little distateful in your opinion but then again you also have no taste for politics.

"A little faster master Lucerys."

You adjust your speed to match Luce's as you to head to the turn.

"You're doing better Luce." You say giving him some positive encouragement. He smiles at you relieved. And his performance subtly but significantly improves.

"Not bad master Lucerys, but I know you can do better. But since it has been awhile we will meet again tomorrow at the same time."

"Thank you ser Philip." Just as ser Philip exits Rhaena, Baela, and Jace enters the room just as you and Luce settle down to rest from the day's dance practice.

"Here's the unhatched egg you requested." Rhaena says as she hands you the box containing the unhatched Dragon Egg that has travelled with her all the way from Essos. This was one of Vhagar's eggs that is now in your possession.

"I thought you said you didn't mind not having a dragon?" Jace teased as he sat by your side across his betrothed.

"Hey you never know maybe she changed her mind." Rhaena says as she hands you the box and lifting the cover to show you the egg.

"Everyone please, it's for practicing my sketching not for hatching. It's why I'm requesting to borrow any unhatched dragon eggs that probably won't be hatching anytime soon in the future."

"Okay who else did you ask ... oh God you asked him didn't you?"

"Rhaena -"

"You asked Aemond?!" Lucerys asked in shock, his voice raising a bit. Being a bit husky from the exhaustion.

"Well he offered it to me. I just mentioned about going to the Dragonpit and asking the Dragonkeepers to borrow any unhatched eggs for sketching and painting."

"Wait, he offered?" Baela asks you skeptically raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry I was skeptical too. Then this morning before he escorted me to the King's chambers he brought a large box containing four Dragon eggs that were reasonably considered duds and have no hope for hatching." You chuckle a bit before continuing.

"I teased him that in any other context this might have been considered an engagement gift were I not just borrowing them. He of course smirked and told me that I could keep them if I really wanted to...that was all before he tried to persuade me to stop my pursuit of Clement Celtigar."

"On that one I agree with." Jace says as he holds the box containing Rhaena's dud egg as you stand up.

"You can't be serious! What's wrong with Clement that only I seem to like him? I've spoken with him a handful of times now and he seems decent." You take the box from Jace as your group goes to the hall and on your way to your parents' room for supper.

"Number one, he's a Celtigar, there's no new alliance there and their alliance is already with whomever occupies Dragonstone. Number two he is a decade older than you - "

"Jace, compared to other possible suitors, it's not that huge of an age gap."

"And Number three, if you want to maintain your neutrality, a marriage to him would ruin that and bring you back into alligning with our faction." Baela brought up a point that surprised you.

"Oh - I didn't consider that." You pass by your room to leave the box containing Rhaena's dragon egg. Beside the box Aemond gave you. You have plans to arrange it later for your sketches. Both boxes were on your table with some distance away from the fire.

You and your other siblings make your way to your parent's chambers which doubled as the family dining room for the blacks. This was your first time dining with them since openly declaring neutrality. The King has told you to dine with your family on both sides since he didn't want you dining alone and to further isolate yourself from them.

"Alys."

"Stepfather." You greet as your mother has just settled down. You go nervously to her as you haven't disclosed your intention to remain out of the conflict between her and the Queen.

Fortunately for you your mother calms down your anxieties as she opens her arms to you and you go into her embrace.

"Mother."

"Oh my dear sweet girl."

"I hope you're not too mad at me mother." You say into her shoulder as she hugs you hard.

"On the contrary I'm quite proud of you for sticking what you believe in. You've always sought more pacifist ways to end our conflict."

"That's because I don't want anyone to die because of this."

"I hate to break it to you Alys but there will be bloodshed no matter what you do." You hear Daemon say as your mother releases you from her embrace and you sit beside her as the servants bring in your dinner.

"With all due respect stepfather, that's no excuse for me not to try."

"No offense taken, I just fear that your idealism may mean the death of you stepdaughter."

"Mmm fair enough stepfather, but if we don't strive to do better and we stop aiming for dreams, then how can we hope for things to become better?"

Your siblings collectively react with ooohs and aaahs around the table and Daemon simply smiles at you. His expression saying that he still doesn't agree with you, but he also knows now is not the time to rebut. Now was a time to relax as a family away from the whispers of the courtiers.

This is what you miss from when all of you were simply in Dragonstone. Things were more casual since only family members would dine in the inner most dining room with the exception of guards doing their perimeter walks and the servants who would bring in more food.

"Oh by the way I have got something that may interest you Alys." Baela says as as she slices off a chicken leg before placing it on her plate.

"There's going to be a party in town at King's Landing."

"Baela."

"Don't worry father we'll wear something to cover our hair."

"I already know what you're going to say but go ahead."

"I was just wondering if Alys would be interested in joining us that's all."

"How come I didn't know of this?" Luce asks as he nearly swallows his food whole - nearly choking in his eagerness.

"You were busy practicing the formal dances with Alys and Jace was practicing his High Valyrian with the maester."

"Oh this was when you two were going shopping around town earlier?" Your mother asks as she eats a slice of fruit that she sucks the juice from before disposing the remnants on her plate. She's been making sure to eat lots of produce to make sure your incoming sibling is as healthy as he or she may be.

"Don't worry stepmother we made sure to have guards with us."

"And I could always just punch someone who gets to close."

"Baela." Rhaena tries to discourage her twin but Baela simply smirks at her as Daemon laughs.

"Don't worry you boys are also invited. That way if no one wants to dance with us then at least we'll just dance with each other."

"Oh so you're inviting me in as a hook?" You tease as you take a bite of a pear.

"Well you are the best dancer among us and you have no problems adjusting to dancing with strangers."

"I had to - otherwise my feet would be injured and I might have to be carried back."

"When is this happening girls?"

"At around twilight the day after tomorrow." Rhaena says after she gets a fruit from the bowl.

"I'm fine with it. What do you think Daemon?"

"As long as there are guards to accompany them. The greens could have spies all over town and may cause unfortunate things to happen to any one of you."

"Oh Alys, why don't you invite your new friend whom you've been discussing our Valyrian culture with. Ser Ion was it?"

"Oh yes how is he by the way?"

"Implying something Luce?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he laughs. Your relationship with Ser Ion has been going well. He was probably one of your closest confidants now that you've informed him and showed him your powers. Your meetings with him now have also extended to a private courtyard that wasn't being used by anyone and was in the black faction's control. In this courtyard you were able to begin seeing what you are currently able to do with your mysterious powers. Which currently means that you could make flames bigger or smaller, you could make sparks come forth from you. Of course you were still working on making sure the sparks only come from your hands and not from your nose or mouth whenever you sneeze. You will admit that when it comes to your powers he was more on the impatient side, but that only encouraged you to do your best more.

"Maybe he could be your partner so that you will at least have someone you know to dance with." Your mother says as you pour her goblet with warmed water.

"Does he even know how to dance?"

"Jace you don't need to know formal dances for this kind of party."

"Oh don't worry about it Rhaena, Jace just doesn't want me to have a familiar partner that's all."

"I'm just looking out for you Alys" he says with a smile before he takes a bite of pheasant.

"I've only spoken with Ser Ion a handful of times and he seems to be infatuated with you somehow."

"I'm sure you're just imagining things. He's just a friend and teacher."

"Have you seen the way he looks admirably at you?"

"I admire his knowledge too and training too!"

"If that's the case why haven't you considered him as a potential husband?"

"Jace that's enough. If your sister doesn't see him as a partner then don't force it. Some things cannot be forced." Your mother says with authority causing him to back down.

You hear Daemon begin chuckling.

"If you want to make things interesting..." Everyone waits for him to finish his comment.

"She could always invite the One-eyed prince."

"Daemon."

"Surely you aren't blind to the way he looks at her or how he almost takes all of her other free time, Rhaenyra."

"On second thought stepfather, I'll just ask if Ser Ion is free." You know better than to invite Aemond to any sibling outings. You may be the exception to his grudge against your mother and your siblings but you also don't want any blood to spill or any blows exchanged on what should be a party to relax.

The day of the party came and one more week was reduced for the formal ball wherein you would be meeting various diplomats and ambassadors arriving in King's Landing. This is probably the best time to simply enjoy the music and revel in the lack of formality that will in no doubt be in full force for the upcoming ball.

Baela and Rhaena were wearing veils that wrapped around their distinctive white hair, and on top of that they wore hats that allowed them to blend in more with the general crowd of King's Landing. You, Jace and Luce didn't have to worry about that problem since you didn't stand out from the general crowd. Your hair was on a simple ponytail since you don't want any hair on your face as you dance around. The gown you wore was shorter, stopping just above your ankles so that the chance of it getting dirtied or mudied would be reduced if not eliminated entirely.

"How are you feeling?" Ser Ion asks you as you hold his arm walking by the streets as you watch both your siblings and step siblings run ahead of you, leading the way to where the party spot is located. In your periphery you see some familiar faces of the guards that are dressed like the common man as they look after you and your siblings.

"More relaxed actually. Unlike back in the Red Keep nobody notices how unusual we are. Or if they do, they don't care. We are simply people on our way to an open party to hopefully enjoy ourselves. It's times like these when sometimes I wish I was born as a common woman. But then I remind myself that they too have problems that are not my concerns right now. And yet I can't help but feel they are just more in touch of what life really is or at least how it's supposed to be."

"We all want what we can't have my lady Alys."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"What is it that you envy about others?" You and he take a seat beside your siblings and he takes a seat beside you, occupying the place at the edge of the table that was perpendicular from where you were. The hosts of the party began serving food to all the guests present. The food was more hearty and less extravagant than what was served in the Red Keep and in Dragonstone. Nevertheless it was still satisfying and hearty. You particularly love the rye bread and the apple pie that was served.

"I often envy the true companionship some have. I only have my parents and my siblings but it seems even then I still find myself lonely and longing for an equal who understands my perspective."

"Surely that isn't true. You must have had friends."

"Friends don't always share the same perspective my Lady Alys. Friends share companionship but not always the same mindset or values."

"Oh I know what you mean, but then again most of my friends are also my family. The few that are outside I have made...once they find out that I am the first born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and elder twin sister of Jace Velaryon...they either shrivel up in fear, admiration, or they struggle to overcome everything else that have made me who I am rather than the friendship we have shared up until that point. But I don't blame them, even though now I am officially the only person in my family who isn't a dragonrider."

"Not to mention your other...talents that we are now studying together. While I am flattered that you have chosen me to confide in, why not also tell your mother at the very least."

"I love my mother, but she has also other matters that are stressing her now. My grandfather could be dead any day now, and it is only my hidden talents that seem to be delaying his death. If there is no solution to the incoming Civil War she would either be dead or would order death. And I don't want either to happen to her."

"And you think she wouldn't suddenly be worried or angry at you that you concealed your talents from her for how long?"

"Given the environment we are in now, it's more dangerous to confide in a place where the walls have ears."

"You've confided in me in those same walls."

"I don't know why but when I'm around you I feel safe to share anything and everything. It's as if you have given me the privacy I long for in this place."

You look up as the musicians begin playing and a few dancers begin go towards the center and begin dancing. You weren't finished with your dinner yet so you and Ser Ion were still seated as you watched both sets of siblings join the dancers with their respective betrotheds. Rhaena for all her grace shown in formal dances, didn't have the looseness to really partake in informal street style dances. She was too stiff even with Lucerys as a partner who was much better dancing in these types of dances. Baela and Jace easily blended in with the dancers and seamlessly was able to switch partners and back.

"Perhaps we should join the next dance?"

"It's still early, I'll wait for the dance after that."

"I recall promising your parents that I would return you in an appropriate time."

"And it would be really suspicious if I were to exit early before either of my siblings."

"Fair point."

"ALYS! Join us!"

"After my meal Baela." You raise your cup to her before finishing it's contents and taking your time to eat your food.

Once the four of them returned to your spot exhausted, you knew it was your turn to enjoy yourself as soon as the musicians began playing again.

"I'm sorry Luke but I think I'll be sitting down for the rest of the party."

"It's okay Rhaena, hey maybe you could recommend some things to eat!"

"You're still hungry Luke? Even after the four of us have just danced?"

"Hey I haven't developed your stamina Jace."

You slide out from your seat as you began making your way to the dance area.

"Um Alys, I think they're just playing some accompaniment since a lot of people are back in their tables and eating again."

"Then that means there's more room for me." You tell Rhaena as you allow yourself to be moved by the music.

You found that you didn't care if people were looking at you funny or if they were gossiping at your audacity at being the only one willing to dance at the moment. Every random step, every movement you made, was yours and no one - even if they joined you - could take that away from you. The more you danced, the more livelier the music became.

Soon you found yourself joined by strangers. Mostly of the male variety, and soon you found yourself dancing with almost every male. Ser Ion intervened and joined in when one of the strangers began to touch inappropriate places that you could only brush off as you were dancing. And soon he twirls you off and you find yourself dancing for awhile with your brothers before leading yourself back into Ser Ion's arms. All of it was a blur but from what you can recall, two men held your hand as the lead you to momentarily dance on a platform and lead you back down to the center of the dance area.

The music finally stopped and you ended with a twirl and a form of a curtsey to everyone as people clapped for your performance.

"Oh my - I knew you were a very good dancer, but Alys you were phenomenal!" Baela says still clapping her hands as you, your brothers and Ser Ion return to your spot.

"It's almost as if your feet were barely touching the ground - and the way that you moved! Oh that's how I want to dance."

"Thank you so much girls."

The rest of the night was you being a more requested dance partner to multiple males and sometimes to a group of women around your age.

You spent the days leading up to the minor ball getting to know the different courtiers both from major houses and minor houses, those who were more likely to side with your mother and those who were more likely to support Aegon and Queen Alicent's side - mainly through Aemond introducing you to them. And as much as you tried to ignore it, Aemond was right once again that marriage proposals from both sides have begun being sent your way. There was a funny incident wherein both a Lannister representative and a Baratheon representative sought you out at the same time, began arguing among themselves about who was the better match for you. Meanwhile you sneaked away into the private courtyard where you meet Ser Ion to practice your powers.

Speaking of your powers, you have managed to more effectively control the fire. It turns out you were letting it control you to the point wherein you came to fear it - or rather you couldn't distinguish between fearing it and fearing the responsibility of control over it.

"Fear is not the same as respect. Respect has an adequate amount of fear but it does not allow it to become irrationally uncontrollable." Ser Ion says as he observes you controlling the flames. This time the exercise was controlling multiple fire sources without affecting the other. On front of you was a set of five candles. The left most candle was supposed to have the largest flame while the right most candle should have the smallest. Fortunately those two were easy to do, it was the flames in between them that was tricky for you.

"Have faith in yourself, you've done it before with just three candles."

"Five candles are a very different experience."

"Don't be afraid to approach it one by one. I could feel your impatience to control all of them at once. If you do that your mind will be too overwhelmed. It's better to focus on one candle at a time."

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Honing in on the energy you feel connected to from the candle flames. You take his advice and focus on the second to the left candle. The flame should be large but not as large as the left most candle. You allow yourself to reach out and connect with the energy of the flame, be one with it in your mind.

"That's it, now make it slightly smaller than the one to the left."

Fire as Ser Ion has explained, is a process of energy at work. Combustion he calls it, and it engages all the senses at work which gives it an almost divine status among people. It takes a lot of work to even make a fire, and it takes work to maintain it, though it eventually burns out.

"In plenty of ways it is similar to how the body processes food. According to several much more advanced medical scholars, it is through the burning of the food in our bodies that we receive the nutrients it offers."

He explains one time as he thoroughly discusses the mechanics of fire in itself.

"Does that also translate to the fire in our souls?"

"Of course, those who diminish or do not feed the fire in themselves will only merely survive not thrive. The Divine fire within us urges us to move, to make things matter, to breathe and live the life that was given to us. Of course if you feed it too much it would add to impulsiveness and delusions of pride that such people are entitled to anything and everything."

"My I'm impressed. You really have such a deep insight Ser Ion."

"Please, I'm merely saying the words of my actual teacher long ago. It is she who deserves the credit for everything and anything I know relating to fire."

Thankfully these discussions and exercises were enough so far to keep any unusual events from happening. You weren't sure how but somehow Ser Ion managed to keep your practices and discussions a secret from the rest of court. The very place wherein anyone who had even a slice of power and influence had their own spy network. This is one among some topics that Ser Ion would not discuss with you. Perhaps its to protect his own hidden spy network and that was how your powers were kept hidden from the rest of court as long as you practiced with Ser Ion.

A week before the minor ball, a rather interesting delegation arrived at court from Essos. Curious about it, your grandfather chose to sit on the Iron Throne after you secretly gave him energy and strength that he could afford not to be drugged on milk of the poppy.

Both factions took their respective sides. From where you were at your grandfather's side, the greens were settled at the right and your mother's faction was to the left. The crowd of courtiers making way for the new delegation from all over Essos. Lead by one of the diplomats who has been called back to formally end his service and to retire after he had sent word that his replacement was ready to take his place as the official ambassador for the Seven Kingdoms.

"Your majesty, in honor of your religious tolerance along with their respective holy priests and priestesses, I present you three women who have been verified by their respective religions to have direct access to their respective Gods. They have volunteered to be in court to provide their spiritual services in addition to enlightenment about their respective faiths."

You hear the courtiers begin to murmur among themselves. From what you could hear, some were doubting the legitimacy of the three Holy women. While others were more curious about why exactly they volunteered their services here of all places.

"First is Reyna, the mystic of Pentos. She prefers to not know your questions or problems before the consultation, that way her messages will have a better chance of being pure." A lady about middle aged wearing a veil which hid her light brown hair.

"And may I ask what Faith the mystic Reyna represents?"

"I represent the spiritual faith your majesty. I am merely a messenger of any deity or spirit that chooses to communicate with whomever seeks my services. Anyone who has doubts need only to find me." She courtsies again and walks to the side allowing for the next Holy woman to present herself. Based from her looks she appears to be the eldest among the three. Her once black hair now graying from age, and yet she was still in your opinion, beautiful to look at.

"Second your majesty, is Agnes from the Andalos hills. The Prophetess for the Faith of the Seven. As approved by the High Septon your grace." Lady Agnes bowed instead of courtsey. Understandable since it seems her knees were not as it once was. When she straightened herself she looked at you straight in the eye.

"It is fortunate that you have your granddaughter by your side your majesty. It is because of her presence that you once again have strength to move and a clear mind to think. As long as she is by your side, and as long as she is alive, the pain from your leprosy is reduced. This is one among many Divine gifts she has and you greatly benefit from it."

While you hear your stepfather scoff, you couldn't help but feel a shock that you hoped no one saw in your face. How-How did she know? The only person who knows about your hidden talents is Ser Ion. Maybe some of the Maesters whom you worked with for some medical education but as far as you know, no one else knows. But then again, you are in a place that is thriving with spies for different factions and houses.

"I see, my dear Alys seems to be the few people who could see beyond the squabbling. I thank her for that everyday." Agnes bows and goes to Reyna's side. Now looking at the two of them beside each other, they might be mother and daughter. It would explain why the three of them decided to be together despite having different faiths and beliefs.

"Last but not the least your grace, I present to you the Red Priestess Kara from Asshai. Representing the faith of R'hllor or the Red God." A beautiful woman, whom by her appearance seems to be around your age clad in red clothing make her way to courtsey before the King. Her features confirm your supicions since she has dark black tied up slightly to not have any hair bother her vision.

"A pleasure to be in the services in your court your majesty."

"Thank you Priestess Kara, I hope despite how much decor from the Faith of the Seven, you will be comfortable here."

"Speaking of hope your grace." Just like Agnes she turns towards you, but this time her eyes turn white and her voice changes - it is difficult to describe but it's as if two people are speaking at the same time. And it sent chills down your spine.

"When you are in doubt of what to do or where your journey is headed Princess Alys, just remember the words of your father. The words that allowed him to defeat the morningstar."

Her eyes return to normal, she shakes her head a bit before saying farewell - this time only in her regular voice - as the three along with their respective companions from their faiths. Except for Reyna but you couldn't tell what exactly is their relationship.

What was that message? You wondered what she could mean. You hear the courtiers gossiping. You've read enough with the Maesters to know that not all prophecies are accurate or even true. You weren't sure how true the cryptic message the Red Priestess Kara was, but there was no doubt that by addressing this so publicly, more rumors would probably fuel the already obvious illegitimacy of you, Jace, Luce, and Joffrey. It has placed a larger target on you, and you would have to now start extending your readings beyond the comforts of Old Valyria.

You soon find yourself in the library, this time in the section that contained laws and the history of government.

"Fancy seeing you here."

"Aemond! You're finished with your training already?"

You take a moment to stretch and roll your shoulders being stiff for staying in one position for too long. Aemond takes a seat across you as he picks up one of the books you've gathered around you.

"According to the librarian you haven't left here since I escorted you here this morning. Has your scholar found someone else to interest him?"

"I told him that I had something else to study for awhile and we agreed to just meet again tomorrow or after the ball in a few days. He said something about introducing himself to the three Holy women who now reside here. The laws and government of Westeros is not in his area of interest."

"Oh? And I thought he was supposed to be a travelling scholar."

"Of Valyrian culture and what remains of it till this day. Did you know that out of all the Gods in Old Valyria, for some reason the only active and flourishing cult that still remains today is Balerion's cult? Which I find strange since one of his sacred animals is the dragon, but the main area for his cult is in Volantis who after the doom killed the dragons and their dragon riders living there."

"From what is available here, I believe the aspect of Balerion that is flourishing the most in Volantis is his aspect as the God of fire, blacksmiths, and warriors. They were probably thinking that Balerion gave them the blessing of no longer being subservient to Old Valyria and killed the dragons and the dragonriders as some sort of sacrifice. But from what you have gathered around you-" He opens the book he held and turned it to a particular page.

"This is probably what you're looking for. Not of other tales of Old Valyria and what remains of our culture among the free cities." He gives you the book with the page opened to the succession laws and jurisprudence during the time of King Jaehaerys I.

"Oh thank you Aemond." You couldn't help but smile at him as you settle the book on a book stand as you begin reading and taking notes.

"I'm sorry if I'm not going to be as conversational as I usually am. This task has rendered me mainly silent it seems."

"I don't mind that. What I do mind is you hiding your worries from me." This made you pause and you meet his gaze as you straighten up from your studies.

"Alys," he says softly as he adjusts his chair to move himself closer to you. Never once breaking your joined gazes.

"The words of the Red Priestess has worried you, haven't they?" You find yourself breathing heavily with anxiety. Before closing your eyes briefly to calm your invasive thoughts down before responding. Ser Ion was not here right now and apart from him, the only true player in court willing to listen or even truly give you the time of day is Aemond.

"It's not her words that worries me - it's that she said it in open court that worries me. Though I suppose the Red God has chosen the timing of when she says it. You saw what I saw. Her pupils disappeared and when she spoke, it's as if two voices were coming out of her." He nods and through his expression he encourages you to continue.

"I don't know what she meant by the words of my father when he defeated the morning star. But her words has emphasized how dangerous it is for me and my siblings to be here. That night I realized how I have enclosed myself in my fascination with Valyria that I have not done enough effort into arming myself for the actual battles in court. And so here I am. Starting the work I should've done long before I even stepped foot here." You take a glance at the nearby window. The sun is almost setting. The sky is not yet orange, but it is getting close. You'll have to take note of the books that you have opened and have still yet to finish.

"Though do tell me something Aemond - how did you know I would do this? I know you're observant - that's one of your strengths. But how did you connect it to my anxiety over the Priestess Kara's words?" You begin returning the books back into their proper shelves as you hear him respond.

"Simple, among all the members of your family you're the one actually paying attention to court politics and the way things actually work. Your twin is more interested in combat, your second brother is reluctant to do anything beyond being your mother's pet, and your stepsisters hide behind their grandmother."

"Alright! I see your point." While he oversimplifies what you know of your family, you also can't blame him since their history is more tumultuous than your own history with you.

"I won't bother commenting on your mother. You of all people must know how I feel about her-"

"- that still doesn't answer my question. How did you know I would venture into studies of law? For all everyone knows I could've just buried myself deeper in Valyrian studies."

You feel his fingers under your chin. Surprising, but not unwelcomed. He gently uses them to turn you away from the book case and towards his gaze.

"You want peace. You out of everyone in our family hate this tension between our families. You don't want any bloodshed to happen. That's why you declared yourself to be neutral. And that's why I'm not surprised when at the reminder of your questionable parentage you have chosen to overwhelm yourself searching for a viable solution to the ongoing conflict." As you continue gazing into his eye, you feel his fingers gently brush some stray strands of hair and tucks it back against your ear.

"No wonder the King likes you so much. You are the more decisive version of himself that he never could be."

You couldn't help but huff a little bit in annoyance. It's only looking back that you realize how his fingers never left your face.

"I already know that I am easy prey to be manipulated because I am new in court. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make. I just hope it won't be for nothing."

"Hmm" He tucks another stray hair and places it behind your other ear before his fingers leave your face and he offers his arm to you.

"By any chance do you have an escort for the ball?"

"I've decided not to have a partner. That way those who wants to pursuit me will not be intimidated by any escort I choose."

"Good choice, your scholar would have been a poor choice for courtly affairs."

"Aemond he's just a friend." You notice he has relaxed a little bit but was still tense. You wonder why he's always had a problem with you spending time with Ser Ion specifically. Sure the lady in your dreams told you that he's jealous but surely Aemond doesn't see you that way. Even when you were children he has always been more duty bound than you were. And from your own recent observations and interactions with him, while it is possible that he has a romantic companion, you also knew that he would strive to be faithful to his future wife no matter how he personally feels for her.

"I only asked him to escort me during that street party because my mother encouraged me to do so. She was worried that I would be left out because I did not have a constant partner by my side. Ser Ion was free and promised to escort me home along with my siblings."

He remains silent as he takes your hand and holds it as you two go up the stairs.

"Aemond why do you oppose my relationship with Ser Ion so much? He's one of the few outside of our family that I feel safe around."

"My instincts tell me that he is not all that he seems. It almost seems whenever you are around him, it seems you are covered in a cloak that hides you from mine or anyone's sight. I don't know how he does it, but I don't like it. You are lucky that so far there are no rumors that you two are doing anything illicit."

"How could anyone think that? I've only been with him in public spaces where anyone could see us."

"And yet whenever you are not with your family, you tend to spend it more with him than anyone else."

"Are you jealous? Is this what this is about?"

"I'm merely concerned for you." You are almost at your room, but the two of you slow down to spend more time with this conversation.

"Helaena misses you too. You've only visited her three times so far, maybe it's about time to make another visit?"

"Isn't she also going to be in the ball?"

"No, she prefers the comforts of solitude."

"I could imagine - oh wait I don't need to imagine I have memories of you also enjoying such comforts." He chuckles at this.

"Helaena and I could make arrangements. I know you feel uncomfortable around my elders, would you be more willing to visit if it was just Helaena and I?"

"Me being with Ser Ion bothers you that much?"

"I would feel better if I knew your free time wasn't monopolized by him."

"Hmmm I'll consider it - it depends on the date and whether or not I'm truly free. I wouldn't want to bore her with any of my research."

"Hm? What makes you think she was bored?"

"I know she has prophetic gifts or as some people call 'God touched' but she kept saying something along the lines of 'The desire of the Gods reveal the root of pain.' I'm not even sure if those were her exact words."

"Well if anything, it seems we can now consult our new residents over her gift."

You both pause at the balcony like arch just onfront of your door and leaning over allowed you the view of the courtyard below.

"I thought you were skeptical of anything that wasn't connected to the Faith of the Seven? I know how devout you are."

"I am not so blindly devout that I don't know the flaws of the faith. I just choose to believe in the seven in spite of the flaws of the people who serve it."

"Mmmhmmm"

"Besides, one of the Holy women now in court is a prophetess of the faith who has the High Septon's approval. If I have my doubts about the other two I could always verify it with her. She's also the one who gave you a good prophecy."

"Which we don't know is true."

"Then why are you acting so defensively?" He smirks at you as he crosses his arms.

"There's some truth in what she has said isn't there?"

Damn it. The smirk and now relaxed yet confident nature of his stance as he leans on the pillar. If you try to continue denying it now, you would look only more guilty. And with Aemond you cannot afford that.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell me what's really going on?"

"You're the better observer between the two of us - why don't you guess what's going on."

"Alys." He gives you a look of reluctance.

"I'd rather hear it from you."

"And I want to hear what you think before I do so." You hear footsteps coming quickly from one direction. You're probably going to regret this later but there is no way you're going to risk anyone else learning more about your hidden talents. Better that everyone else thinks that you and Aemond have begun sleeping together than everyone finding out and potentially exploiting the powers that you have that you are still learning to control.

After looking quickly on multiple sides you grab Aemond's hand and drag him inside your room quickly closing the door once both of you were inside.

"Alys surely it cannot be that bad-" You quickly lean over him and place a finger over his lips.

"Aemond, please. I'm counting on you to keep this between the two of us. Not even my family knows this." He attempts to speak but you quickly grab his other hand attempting to remove your finger.

"Am I making myself clear?"

You hold his gaze until he nods.

"Good, let's sit on the couch so this will be easier."

"What is so horrible that you would risk rumors of being deflowered by me?"

"Well I don't know about horrible, but it's definitely unusual."

You both settle on the couch.

"Tell me which part hurts the most right now." He studies your face for awhile. He must have noticed how serious you were.

"You're not going to like it."

"Aemond my studies included the medical knowledge taught to me by the maesters. I've seen the King unbandanged and I still held his hands. I can handle it."

After a moment of silence more, he removes his eye patch and shows you the Sapphire that now occupies his now missing eye.

"Does it scare you?"

"I'm more surprised than scared."

"Hmm."

"Can you point to me where the pain tends to be?" He looks at you with brief surprise before he allows himself to relax. Not totally at ease but enough to show that he too is trusting you with his own secrets.

"The pain is in the entire area. Or rather this half of my face."

"Is it always there?"

"Some days it is. Some days I'm lucky."

"Have you tried drinking the milk of the poppy?"

"No, the moment I truly understood how addictive it could be I forced myself to learn to live with the pain rather than be constantly drugged on it. You've seen how drugged the King was on it before you arrived." You give him a nod as you guide him to lean on the back of the couch and to allow himself to relax.

"That was a price I wasn't willing to pay. My brother was already a lazy drunkard, I didn't want to be one. So I told no one so that my mother will have other matters to worry about instead of prompting me to take the drugs."

"Mmmhmm, may I touch it?"

"Gently, whenever someone roughly touches it or grabs it, it triggers more severe pain." You nod and move to his left as you prepare yourself.

"Tell me what you feel. According to the King he feels strangely reinvigorated but its bound to feel different with everyone."

"Very well. Go on."

You take a deep breath before hovering your dominant hand over the painful half of his face. Since the pain could be unpredictable you decide to hover over it first before directly touching it to be safe. You reach out to the energy found in his blood and using it you gently speed up the blood circulation around his left face.

"Is this fine?"

"I barely feel anything."

"I'm being very gentle right now. I would rather you feel nothing but your pain is relieved rather than me recklessly speeding up your blood circulation only to cause more. It's a delicate balance."

"You're not even touching my face yet."

"Patience. I'll touch it soon. This is the first time I'm doing it for you to relieve pain and I want to do this right." He's silent afterwards but he adjusts to give you more room to do relieve him of his pain.

After being able to grasp the energy of his blood you slowly but conservatively increase the speed of the circulation. You gently touch his face - erring on the side of hovering your fingers.

"How is it so far?"

"It's...actually quite nice."

"Any painful areas that I'm missing?"

"You may want to focus a bit more on my jaw area. Especially towards the ear." You nod as you gently trace the rough outline of the painful area for him. You transmitted the warmth that you felt from the fireplace to gently add just a little bit more energy in his blood circulation. From the edge of his eyebrow you gently trace your fingers towards his cheek, just under his Sapphire eye. Slowly, gently, you guide the blood towards the area of his jaw. From just under his eye your fingers travel downwards towards his lips but outlining away from them and towards his jaw muscles.

"How are you feeling?"

"Relief...a relief I haven't felt for awhile."

"Mmmhmm"

You trace your fingers underneath his jaw, never losing focus on guiding his blood and the speed of its circulation. Slowly you trace towards his ear.

"Shall I include behind the ear?"

"Issa kostilus"

Your fingers then trace to the area behind the ear. There was some slower circulation in this area. Probably because he always wears his eye-patch. You gently speed up the circulation and gently trace the area.

"Mmm"

"Oh have I hurt you?"

"Daor, sȳz issa."

"Kirimvose, I was worried I might have lost control over your blood."

"This is all you're doing? Controlling my blood?"

"Issa, but I prefer the term guiding the blood since the heart is more than efficient in controlling it. In a way I'm massaging you through your blood."

"This is what you've been doing?"

"Dārys? Issa. His blood has slowed down to an alarming rate. This is why I hold his hand everytime you join me whenever I'm there in the morning."

"Does he know?"

"I don't think so. Or at least not until the Prophetess Agnes has said her words. He might make a guess now."

"Hmm knowing him he would most likely think it's his sudden abstinence from milk of the poppy."

"I can't blame him or you for that matter. To be unable to use your own mind even at the cost of losing the pain...it almost seems it's a torture in itself."

After the speed began to stabilize and be steady at the new modifications you've temporarily introduced you finish of with a few more areas you might have missed.

"If this is what you've been giving the King, I now have an excuse to visit you after my combat training."

"I'm not sure how long this treatment lasts for but I'm confident that it's at least one whole day of relief."

"How did you know?"

"I did this secretly whenever my siblings got injured during their combat exercises. I always focused on the most painful areas of the body. That way I can at least give them some relief as their injuries heal. They would always go to the maesters after at least one day from my hidden treatment for a mild dose of milk of the poppy. You'll have to let me know when the pain comes back. That way I could record it and study my notes on how to improve and what are the possible limitations."

You finally remove your fingers from his face. And you see him touch his left side. He turns to look at you, a smile emerging slowly from his lips.

"Alys...that was wonderful. Why do you want to keep this a secret?"

"It's not jus that. Please don't panic or explode." He nods as you pick up a couple of unlit candelabras and place it on front of him.

You non-chalantly light them from your own energy and he leans back startled.

"You control fire?"

"Issa, I don't know why I have these powers or why sometimes when I sneeze sparks tend to fly out sometimes."

"Sparks?"

You nod, closing your fist and once you feel your energy redirecting towards that fist you open your hand and a series of sparks emerge in the area just above your hands. Aemond looks at you intrigued.

"I'm guessing it might have something to do with lightning. They are stronger during a storm and even stronger when there is lightning present."

"How long have you had these powers?" You let out a sigh.

"They emerged a few weeks after I went to Dragonstone for the first time." You close your eyes, not knowing what his expression currently is and perhaps you don't want to know.

"It's why I wanted to meet you alone when we were in Driftmark. So I could tell you about the powers I just suddenly seem to acquire."

"Alys." You turn your back against him, trying to steady yourself as you hear him make his way towards you.

"When I held your face after you told me that we couldn't be friends anymore, it was me trying to heal your wound. But for some reason I couldn't heal your missing eye. I could only control your blood to reduce the swelling and to reduce the pain. I've been tortured by these powers. Ever since I left Dragonstone I was scared of them, fearing that they would suddenly emerge and then-"

"Alys, look at me." You open your eyes as you find yourself facing him. His expression not as obvious as the ones before but definitely more relaxed.

"Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about it." He takes one of your hands and he just holds it in his.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Ser Ion. It's why I have been spending my time with him as much as possible. He's the reason why I have better control of it now than when I first arrived here." His expression becomes hard but you don't know how to interpret his stare.

"What makes him an expert in magic?"

"He has extensively studied Valyrian magic. It's still being practiced among the religious authorities in Balerion's cult among the free cities. While he hasn't extensively helped with my powers over blood and sparks, we've made extensive progress when it came to my power over fire."

"I see. That explains a lot of things."

"I hope that eases your concerns over what I'm doing with him."

His face was unreadable but his stance was more relaxed than before.

"It's late, I must return to my room."

"Issa you should." This time he lightly traces the outline of your face as you gaze into his eye.

"I'll see you at the ball."

"Issa, see you too." He puts his eye-patch back on before he opens the secret tunnel that you two used extensively when you were children.

"Geros Ilas Aemond, se kirimvose."

"Geros Ilas Alys, se biarvose."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I felt that this was the right spot to cut it for the meantime. The next Part starts with the ball. Let's just say Alys and Aemond will have a Lizzie and Mr. Darcy moment (this is not a spoiler, if I could make a trailer this would be in the next episode promo).

A few more notes on this chapter:

1.) To those who caught the tip on who Alys is - don't spoil it for the other people here 😂 if you know, you know. If you want to discuss or guess in her potential identity, just pm me so other readers won't be spoiled;

2.) One of the things I wanted to establish before the ball is that Alys often feels a little more at home among the common people, despite knowing that she is more privileged than they are even if she is an illegitimate child;

3.) Another thing I wanted to establish is that Alys is a notably good dancer;

4.) The first truly intimate scene between Aemond and Alys is her giving him relief from the pain he has felt ever since the incident at Driftmark is inspired by this post by Adderess. I've always love stories would have couples be intimate without being sexual first. To me it establishes how they can truly work as a relationship (I'm not asexual, but since this is a love story and I hate how sex and love are treated as one and the same, I love the approach John Green took in looking for Alaska in showing how something else could be more intimate than just any act of sex itself). In this instance, by allowing Aemond to know her secret, it also allows room for Aemond to be vulnerable with her and also allow her to heal the pain he know he has, but has forgotten what it was like to be free from that pain. Aemond has unpredictable pain from his wound, while Alys still has unpredictable control over her powers and lives in fear of it.

I hope you enjoyed :D

#house of the dragon #hotd #zaldrizo lentor #The sandman #Aemond Targaryen #Aemond x reader #aemond x fem!reader

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sezja · 2 years ago

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Febuwhump Day 21: Shackled Alternate 3: Soft Words Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Ship: Nourval, Original Character, Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Triggers/Content warnings: n/a

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Sanson can't believe they made it out of the prison without being caught.

It's a stroke of luck - perhaps even providence - that the guard on duty doesn't know Commander Heuloix well enough to identify him at a glance, and that he wasn't dutiful enough to look closely at the two men leaving: Nourval's disguise is a flimsy one at best. The clothing fits poorly. The coat is too tight across his shoulders; his sleeves an ilm too short... but he is an elezen. The guard saw two men, a hyur and an elezen, enter. The guard saw two men, a hyur and an elezen, leave.

People will see what they expect to see.

He's walking briskly now, leaving the prison well behind before anyone thinks to check Nourval's cell. If an alarm should be raised, if they should be caught... gods, he can be of no help to Guydelot from inside a cell. Nourval hastens along at his side, keeping his hat tugged down.

A part of Sanson, guiltily, is surprised the man seems to be keeping to the plan. Other men would have bolted at the first taste of freedom - and however this night should end, Nourval will find himself once more behind bars, with no one but Sanson, Vorsaile, and - gods willing - Guydelot aware of his heroism.

Well. And his sister.

"We're to meet Miss Raicheille at the docks," Sanson says, softly, under his breath. "From there, she swears she will tell us where your uncle has taken Guydelot."

"And we must hope he may still be found there," Nourval replies, equally quiet, pale beneath the brim of his borrowed hat. "Sanson... what will you do if Astarnaix has already begun putting his plans into action? If-"

"No." He's louder, sharper than he means to be. He shakes his head. Quiets. "No. Nourval, I cannot do this thing and entertain the possibility that I waited too long to realize something was wrong. I'm defying every rule I've ever held dear for this, and likely throwing away my career in the bargain; if I allow myself to think it's all for naught, I-"

"There you are!"

Raicheille bounds out of the darkness, nearly startling both men half to death. She marches directly to Nourval, peering up under his hat. "It is you! I was worried-"

"You," Nourval says, steering her away, back the direction she came from. "Were meant to wait for us at the docks, I have been informed! What you're doing here, I can scarce imagine."

She wriggles in his grasp, stubborn. "You were taking forever! I thought-"

Sanson stops listening, letting the siblings bicker as he follows; his thoughts are too much in turmoil to do more than let it wash over him. It's a blessing the streets are empty tonight - the very last thing they want is for someone to wonder why two officers of the Twin Adder appear to be accosting a young girl.

Guydelot would find the whole thing tremendously amusing.

I'll tell him all about it, he thinks, clinging to hope. Every bit of it, if only he lives.

"Now," Nourval says, as they reach the docks at last. "Where has our dear uncle gone?"

Raicheille folds her arms, pursing her lips in a way Sanson doesn't like. "I'll take you there," she says. "Take me with you."

"Absolutely not," her brother replies, in a tonne that - to Sanson's ears - suggests he's not surprised by the demand. "You must return home immediately. Doubtless they know you've run away by now; can you imagine the chaos you must have sown? If it should come to light that Captain Sanson was visiting me in gaol today with you in tow, how swiftly do you suppose our plans will unravel?"

She flushes, but stands her ground. "Without me, you'd still be in that cell!"

We're wasting time Guydelot may not have. Sanson fights the urge to shout; makes himself speak softly, evenly. "You truly won't tell us where we need to go unless you are permitted to come with us?"

She tips her chin up, defiant.

Sanson eyes Nourval sidelong. "Now, where have I seen that particular stratagem before?"

Nourval has the good grace to look abashed. "I'll remind you I was not a girl of fourteen summers, my good Captain."

"No. But I daresay we'll be just as successful at convincing her to stay behind as I was at convincing you. And the stakes are far higher." He sighs. "She comes. I'll see to her safety myself; you have my word... but we must be off. Every moment we waste..."

I cannot bear to think of it. Guydelot, please... please, be alive.

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #nourval #my writing #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday21 #PERHAPS TOMORROW WE WILL SEE THE BARD AGAIN??

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freedfromthegalactichivemind · 2 years ago

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The old Reaper Brothers stories.

So, a coincidence in @baggebythesea 's ongoing Choose Your Own Adventure poll-story got me thinking of a set of old fics of mine. Robin and Jerome's Excellent Adventures. The main OCs also show up in a few of my stray fanfictions that are not a part of the series. They premiered as random characters in a Hordak-centric fic and I borrowed their names for an idea I had an, well, it went from there. I haven't written a new fic for them in a while. This is mostly because the people who used to be interested in them aren't interested anymore. I had a falling out with most of the "clone fandom" that existed once upon a time over some misunderstandings and behaving very awful and self-destructively. I think interest was waning, anyway, and clone-fandom has never been a big subset of Spop fandom. It is very, very niche and I think most people like humor with them, not as much the drama that I like to do. At this point in my life, I do not know if I will ever write a full story / centric on them again. This is because of events in my life. It is honestly kind of weird that I basically spent 1-2 years parsing out a lot of my views surrounding the subject of Death via these stories. They started out as just an idea about the possible needs of clones in a more serious version of the She-Ra setting. I think it may have been possibly subconsciously inspired by the Covid-19 pandemic and seeing massive death-tolls in my own country as well as a comparison worldwide whenever I turned on the news. These were all people I would never know.* I probably had some switch flipped in my brain to deal with it with a fictional species who were of the "nameless mook" variety, because it felt like how most of us were at the time (us "essential" retail workers and such). Anyway, I did these stories and I'm glad I did them, even though they are often brutal and heavy and what humor in them trends pretty dark. (As I think clone-humor would, honestly. I headcanon that most Etherians cannot stomach clone stand-up shows because of the things they joke and laugh about for relief). As my life is now, well... I lost a couple of my aunts last summer. *(One a late-contractor of Covid, compounding a lung-condition). I was rather distanced from them, so I took their loss with a wistful sadness and a small, futile regret that I never got back to Arizona to see them again before they went. Last month, however, I lost my dearest friend. My 39 year old nephew (by my partner) who often came over for extended visits (and was with us for months on end during the lockdown), one of the three geeks in our "three geeks in a pod" group, my gamer-buddy, one of the few people on the planet who ever actually understood me died. I've been dealing with the Hell of grief full-on, although I feel a little better after he visited me in a dream the other night. (Those of you with a depressingly materialistic worldview are free to think that it was just my brain doing a thing, but I would like to keep this as something spiritual, if it's all the same). In any case, I am suddenly dealing with a lot of DEATH full-on in my real life, including "Okay, we have to figure out an appropriate memorial service" and it's making me just feel like I cannot continue this specific set of stories anymore. I can have Robin and Jerome show up in miscellaneous fics not having a direct connection to their job, because I like the characters, but I am not sure I have the heart anymore to continue the series. We'll see, but probably not. I think what these character needed to tell me has already been told. I do, as always, appreciate any reviews anyone wants to leave on the existing fics.

#spop #she-ra fanfic #horde clones #spacebats #robin and jerome #robin and jerome's excellent adventures #the reaper brothers #reaper brothers #cw: death #cw: real world death

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jellyfishright · 1 year ago

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At A Distance, Spring Is Green -BL Version (Yeo Jun x Nam Soo Hyun)-Chapter 12 : Just live in the moment.And don't die

Soo Hyun accepted the form from Miss Seol.

He looked at the caption : Drop Out Form.

"Soo Hyun. Is everything alright with you?" Miss Seol asked.

"Yes." he replied.

"How about you get through this semester and take some time off?" she said

He looked at her. "Will this be processed right away?" he asked.

"After filling out the form you need to talk to Professor Park and get his approval." she replied.

Soo Hyun nodded. "Okay." before leaving.

"Oh. It's that rich junior of Soo Hyun's" Koo Hyun was glad to finally see someone he knew.

"Oh. Hello. We meet again." Jun greeted Soo Hyun's brother.

"Hi. Have you seen Soo Hyun?' he asked. "His class ends around this time but he wouldn't let me come so I didn't tell him I'm coming."

"I'm pretty sure he's at work." Jun replied.

"You mean the one at the school cafeteria?"

Jun nodded. "Yes.Come on. I'll walk you there."

With Koo Hyun's assent, they set off.

When they arrived, they saw Soo Hyun putting items away. Koo Hyun smiled when he saw his brother and trotted away in the direction he headed off to.

Yeo Jun watched him go, pouting slightly. Soo Hyun would probably have lunch with his brother, without him.

Soo Hyun was packing his books for his next class in his backpack when Koo Hyun darkened the doorway of the room he'd been staying in.

"You were living here?" he asked.

"What are you doing here?" Soo Hyun replied.

Koo Hyun's eyes scanned the room slowly. "So it's true."

"Let's go." Soo Hyun attempted to lead him away

"I quit studying for the police academy." Koo Hyun announced. "I came to tell you that."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have to make money." Koo Hyun replied "I can't see you have such a hard time anymore."

Soo Hyun sighed. "Koo Hyun---Do you really think that's helping me?"

"How can I just sit and study, when I know you're living like this?"

"Pull yourself together!" Soo Hyun shouted. "I don't care about my education.Making a living comes first for me.And I'll take responsibility for you and mom.So stop spewing nonsense and get out of here."

Koo Hyun looked at his brother with teary eyes before he left.

Soo Hyun sighed, the rims of his eyes reddening. There was no other option for him. This was his only way.

Yeo Jun was still standing in the cafeteria when Koo Hyun reappeared wearing a distraught expression.

"Hey--" he tried to stop him as he blew by, with his head down.

"I'm sorry." Koo Hyun apologized without stopping.

"Can we talk?" Yeo Jun held on to him.

Soo Hyun was sitting in the empty classroom when he received a text message from his uncle.

[Koo Hyun transferred the money for your mother's surgery. I'll make sure she gets the treatment she needs.I'm sorry I couldn't be of help. I cannot thank you enough.]

Soo Hyun's already fragile heart, sank a depth lower.No one needed to tell him, he knew exactly what had happened.

With a heavy heart, he dialled his brother's number.

"Koo Hyun. Where did you get the money for mom's surgery?"

[I borrowed it from a friend.You're not the only one with a rich friend.]

"Rich friend. Who?"

[He's my friend]

"Did you...meet Jun?" Soo Hyun was hesitant to ask. There was a moment of silence on the other line. "You didn't right?" Koo Hyun's continued silence was all the confirmation he needed. Without another word, he hung up.

Scrolling in his logs, he looked for Yeo Jun's number. He was about to dial but stayed his hand. He was tired. Infinitely tired of everything. He retrieved the drop out form from his backpack and filled it in. This would be his next step.

"Can I tell you a story about myself?" Professor Park asked Soo Hyun as they sat down for a meal. Soo Hyun had spotted him in the hallway just to turn in his form for approval. Professor Park had in turn, invited him to a meal, so here they were.

"Sure, go ahead." Soo Hyun replied.

"When I was in school, I took a leave of absence three times. I couldn't pay the tuition.I didn't want to tell anyone and I would have rather died than owe someone."

Soo Hyun nodded. "I see."

"But" Professor Park went on "There was this one guy who would always call me and buy me a meal.And I was able to get through those hard times because of those meals."

Soo Hyun looked at him "It's painful for me to receive help when I can't return the favour."

Professor Park smiled at him "Soo Hyun. Things will change.Even if it seems like it never will.I thought I was all alone but that was all in my head.Open your heart, ask for help, don't reject it and stay strong.If you go through all that hardship, you will eventually have more than enough time to return the favour." Professor Park picked up his chopsticks. "Call me anytime. I'll buy you a meal."

"Thank you Professor." Soo Hyun felt overwhelmed.

After they parted ways Soo Hyun thought once more of Yeo Jun. Retrieving his phone, he looked at his name and dialled.

"I need to talk to you Jun."

"Are you the one who gave Koo Hyun the money for my mom's surgery?" Soo Hyun asked Jun as they stood by the river, gazing over the water in the night.

"Are you mad at me?" Jun asked, not looking at Soo Hyun.

"Thanks for your help,but don't do that again." Soo Hyun replied "If I need money, I'll do whatever it takes to get it." he sighed. "I keep letting you see me at my worst."

"You've seen my anxious too." Jun pointed out

"Why do we keep letting each other see the things we want to hide from others?" Soo Hyun finally looked at Jun

Jun sighed. "Right?"

"Do you know what's really miserable?" Soo Hyun asked . Jun looked at him. "Being so broke that you can't protect those who are dear to you."

"Some have nothing to protect even if they have the money to do it." Jun replied. "I'm more pitiful thank you right?"

"Is this a competition?"

"well then...Let's talk about something more cheerful." He looked at the scenery. "It's nice here."

"Will my misery ever end?" Soo Hyun asked.

"I'm not too sure." Jun replied "But I think it does come to an end eventually."

They both sighed.

"Is your mother in serious condition?" Jun asked

"She hurt her back working when she was young and it's been torturing her all her life."

"I hope the surgery goes well." Jun expressed. "You seem to have a good relationship with your mother and your brother as well." He paused "My mom says she hates me. She calls me a hypocrite"

"What about you?" Soo Hyun asked. "Do you also think that?"

"Isn't that why you didn't like me at first?" Jun countered

"You are not a sly hypocrite." Soo Hyun replied as they began walking back side by side.

"What?" Jun was surprised by Soo Hyun's response.

"The things your mom says about you, they're not true." he looked into Yeo Jun's eyes. "It's just her twisted opinion of you.If someone ever says awful things to you, it means that person is hurting inside.Do not take it to heart, even if it's something your parents said."

Jun was still stunned by Soo Hyun's words. "I'll get going." Soo Hyun bid him goodbye.

"Soo-Hyun." he called after him.

Soo Hyun stopped walking and turned around.

"You actually turned around." Yeo Jun smiled tenderly at Soo Hyun. "Get home safely."

"Jun." Soo Hyun looked at him. "I never hated you." With that, he turned and left.

Yeo Jun made the rest of the journey back to his apartment alone. After Soo Hyun left, he reflected on his life this far and the words he'd heard time again that had pierced his heart.

No one in that house misses you or wants you there

You have no family

That's right. He had no family but for the first time, he felt like he shouldn't be sad anymore.He smiled at the thought.

The next day

Again he was dozing off. As he sat beside So-Bin for their lecture, Yeo Jun watched Soo Hyun's head for the millionth time. Since the beginning of the class his eyes had barely stayed opened.

When he reached out to touch him, So-Bin stayed his head and shook her head.

"Soo Hyun. Why do you keep dozing off these days?" Jun asked as the last of his peers filed out of the room after class.

"I have another part time job now, so I'm a bit tired."

"Soo Hyun. You can take my notes." So-Bin extended her book to him.

Soo Hyun accepted it gratefully with a smile. "Thanks. I'll give you the list of previous exam questions next time."

"Are you alright?" a stunned Jun asked Soo Hyun.

"What?" Soo Hyun looked at him.

"This is weird. This is so unlike him." He looked at So-Bin. "Why is he smiling?"

So-Bin smiled in turn. "Why? It's nice to see."

"Well, this is not the Nam Soo Hyun I'm used to."

Soo Hyun looked a little awkward.

"Soo Hyun, I'll buy you a meal to celebrate this positive change."

"No thanks--" Soo Hyun replied.

Jun was disappointed "Right. You're still the same."

"Right. I wonder if there 's another way." So-Bin asked.

Soo Hyun raised his hand tentatively. "Let me.. I want to treat you guys."

So-Bin and Yeo Jun exchanged surprised looks.

"Yes. Let me buy you lunch."

The other two agreed.

"We could have gone to a nice place." Soo Hyun said as he sat the table with his friends. "I may not have the chance to treat you again."

"You sure will." Yeo Jun smiled. "This is only the beginning. I'll mooch off of you."

Soo Hyun looked at him and shook his head, smiling a little.

"Oh Mi-Ju." they heard so-Bin give out.

Soo Hyun and Yeo Jun looked.Standing a few paces away, with her tray was So-Bin's roommate, Mi-Ju.

She walked over and took the only empty seat at the table, the one beside Soo Hyun.

"Hello." she greeted Soo Hyun with a sweet smile.

Soo Hyun nodded politely.

"You know she can draw very well right?" So-Bin opened the conversation after Mi-Ju had taken her seat

"Gosh.Stop it." Mi-Ju blushed.

"Show him your profile photo." So-Bin encouraged.

Without hesitation, Mi-Ju retrieved her phone and showed Soo Hyun a portrait.

"Isn't she a genius?" So-Bin asked as Mi-Ju showed the picture around.

Soo Hyun nodded. "Yes. You're good."

"It's a portrait." Mi-Ju said proudly.

"Oh." Yeo Jun looked at it. "Is that me?"

Soo Hyun smiled. Jun looked at him. "What? Did you just scoff at me? What was funny? It looks just like me."

"No it doesn't." So-Bin replied. She was right. Anyone could see there was no resemblance between what Mi-Ju drew and Yeo Jun.It actually bore a slight resemblance to Soo Hyun. Jun remembered the way she'd looked at him at his birthday party.

"What?" Jun looked around, playing dumb "What's will all this awkwardness?"

"Soo Hyun. Can you spare me a moment later?" Mi-Ju turned to Soo Hyun.

Yeo Jun looked suspiciously from one to the other. What did she want to talk to him about?

"It's such a nice day isn't it?" Mi-Ju spoke to Soo Hyun after they'd left the others.

"Did you want to talk to me about something?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "I like you."

"I'm sorry." Soo Hyun replied.

"Are you rejecting me? In just three seconds? Tell me the reason atleast."

"Any guy would like you." Soo Hyun replied.

"But why not you?" she asked "I just need you. You're all I need."

Soo Hyun looked at her. "I'm..I'm sorry." was all he could say as he turned to walk away.

"No. I'm sorry for liking you without your permission." Mi-Ju called after him. Soo Hyun slowed his steps but didn't turn around. Not even when he heard her voice breaking. "I wish you weren't so hot because I can't make you mine." She was crying now "I shouldn't have said anything.I should have kept it to myself."

He finally turned to look at her but there was nothing he could say. For her he had no feelings.

Soo-Bin and Yeo Jun were sitting on the benches by the river hanging out.

"What's with your friend?" he asked casually.

"Who?"

"The one from lunch today."

"Oh. Mi-Ju."

Yeo Jun nodded. "Mn." He tried to keep his tone light. "Does she...like Soo Hyun?"

Soo-Bin nodded. "I think so." she leaned in closer. "I think she wanted to confess to him."

The words caused Yeo Jun to frown. He knew it. Realizing his expression was a little sour, Soo-Bin looked at him. "What?"

Jun shrugged. "Nothing." he lied as he opened his backpack.

"What's that?" Soo-Bin's eye caught the notebook floating around in Jun's bag.

"Oh. This?" he held it up. "It's Soo Hyun's death note." he told her. "I saw your name in it too."

Soo-Bin grabbed it. "Let me see."

Jun attempted to retrieve it. "it's like his secret ledger."

Soo-Bin flipped it open.

It's all over now. Those were the first words that caught Yeo Jun's eyes the minute she opened the book.

"May 12? That's today." Soo-Bin said.

It's all over now. Yeo Jun turned the words over in his head. He grabbed the book from Soo-Bin.

A text alert came in.

[Nam Soo Hyun sent you 1 million Won]

Jun's heart froze.

"What is it?" Soo-Bin asked.

"Nothing." he lied.

His mind was already recalling past conversations with Soo Hyun.

I suppose you say that often, without knowing what it's really like to want to die.

I guess it's because my life sucks

You'd never be able to understand.

A very dark and frightening thought blossomed inside Yeo Jun's heart and mind.

"Hey. I've got to go somewhere." he told Soo-Bin "I'll talk to you later."

Not waiting for a reply, Jun darted off into the night, dialling Nam soo Hyun's number as he went.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him, his mind desperately trying to think of where he might go or where he might be.

First he ran to the park, to that spot by the river. Empty.

His heart soared when he saw a figure Soo Hyun's height in the same type of plaid shirt he often wore.

"Soo Hyun." he grabbed him by the shoulder. His face fell when the person turned around. "I'm sorry." he apologized to the stranger. His heart anxious once more.

He ran from place to place. Calling time and again, going out of his mind with worry.Finally, he gave up.

Yeo Jun hung his head dejectedly as he walked back to his apartment. He was almost at the entrance when he looked up ahead and stopped in his tracks.

It was him.

"Soo Hyun" He ran up to him and pulled him into a hug, relief washing over him in waves. "Why did you turn off your phone? I looked for you everywhere."

"I'm sorry." Soo Hyun replied, his voice barely a whisper as Yeo Jun held him in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Yeo Jun asked when he broke their embrace.

Soo Hyun hung his head.

Jun looked at him. He was carrying all his bags. "I should go." Soo Hyun said.

"Soo Hyun." Jun stopped him. "How about we turn my lie into reality?" he asked.Soo Hyun turned slowly and looked at him. "Let's live together." Both their hearts began to beat more rapidly. "Do you not want to?" Jun asked when Soo Hyun was still silent.

"I'm sorry." Soo Hyun began, his voice low. Jun's heart sank. "For not being able to say no." Soo Hyun added. "But I promise you.."

"Don't think about the future---" Yeo Jun cut him off. "Just live in the moment." He paused, his eyes glassy with tears as he looked at Soo Hyun. "And don't die."

Soo Hyun's eyes were also moist as he simply nodded at Yeo Jun.

#bl series #boy love #fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #nam soohyun x yeo jun #yeo jun x nam soo hyun #nam soo hyun #yeo jun #at a distance spring is green

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hashshshhshs · 2 years ago

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Short Story

Carrot in a Fruitful Basket

It was Monday morning, there was too much noise coming from outside their house when Jeffrey woke up on a mat he was sleeping on. He looked around the entire room that he and his sister Jenna were renting. It's dark and the smell of pork being slaughtered in a nearby house for sale wafts. He is alone. Perhaps his older sibling had already gone for work. He reached under his pillow to get his cell phone and check the time. It's ten in the morning. He quickly got up and did his routine every morning. When he was satisfied, he left the room and went to his another older sister. After going out the door, the music played by the neighbor became clear to his ears. It's a Christmas carol. It's Christmas Eve. On the way out of their room, he passes a group of women singing in a videoke. This kind of celebration cannot be lost on occasions like Christmas. He was walking quietly when someone called him.

"Well, is your sister Jenna there?" She asked with a smile that reached her ears.

"No, she left for work." He ended the conversation but that didn't stop her.

"Ah, okay. When she get home, tell her that we're drinking! Then tell her that I'll soon be making up all the Christmas I missed with my godchild" She continued.

He only answered with a nod. He went straight to the other corner where his other sister lived. But what he caught was his younger brother.

"Where is sister?" Jeffrey asked.

"She just left." he answered while his eyes focused on the television

He just ate breakfast and went back to the room he came from. After resting for a while. he got ready to do the laundry. He separated the white from the colored and prepared the water that he would use. Wash here, Wash there. He spent more than four hours washing his and his sister Jenna's clothes. After putting away the equipment, he entered their dark room, laid down and rested. In the middle of the night, he took out a pocket book that he borrowed from a classmate before going on vacation and then read. Although it was noisy, he was able to sleep because he was tired from doing the laundry. When he woke up it was dark. Suddenly he heard fireworks and children's laughter. There is also a song and young people asking for Aguinaldo from their respective godfathers and godmothers. Jeffrey readied himself and went to the other corner, to his sister. He went to have dinner with them. Jeffrey was not able to have lunch because he was tired earlier, so he was very hungry.

"Where were you earlier?" His sister Janine asked.

"At home. I just slept after doing laundry." He answered and continued eating.

After dinner, Jeffrey walked out of his sister's home again. While walking, he could almost hear the voice of the singer in the videoke. The children were singing and firing the quitis and piccolo. While walking, he noticed the moon that seemed to be talking to him in the middle of the dark sky due to the absence of clouds. He smiled at the moon.

"Now that I'm alone, you're with me again, Moon." He said in his mind.

He immediately wiped away the tears that quickly filled his eyes. He smiled at the moon again as if it would come and hug him.

Every house he passed by had Christmas ornaments. Each house has lanterns and lights of different colors. Their greetings to their families and loved ones were also clear in his hearing. He can't help but force a smile on the people he meets because of the smile they give him.the drinkers are already drunk and the singers are hoarse but the joy brought by the occasion of this day can be read in their eyes

When he got back to where he was staying, he just took a shower and brushed his teeth. He got ready for bed and took a book. Waiting for time to pass and his sleepiness to come and hit him. He took his cell phone and checked the time. It's half past eleven at night. It's no wonder that the greetings and the sound of different fireworks can be heard everywhere. He continued reading. A few minutes later, people started to make noise. Jeffrey could hear it even inside the room. He put the book down and straightened the blanket.

"5,4,3,2,1" shouted people outside his house

"Merry Christmas!" people respond.

Jeffrey closed his eyes and like the others, he greeted.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered at the same time as a drop of tears came from his eyes as he felt the fact that he was alone.

TANAGA

Puso'y puno ng galak Tuwing kasama kita Mahal kita Sinta ko Sana'y iyong malama

#short story #tanaga

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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━ 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Thief!Vi x Fem!Princess!Magic!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, slight angst, vi crying and having insecurities, reader comforting her and lots of fluff and light kisses, happy ending

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/slightly

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This took me 2 months i'm so sorry lord i cannot remember i have series and i literally have a google doc screaming at me to do it! Hope you enjoyed!!

𝗔𝗨 - Royalty !

☼ ROYALTY MASTERLIST ☼

The first time you left your window unlocked for Vi she had thought you were joking. Inviting someone like her up to your room, being so sweet yet kicking her ass every chance you got. She was almost mezmorized when your fancy looking window slid up the first time.

You had waited for her, sitting at your vanity in a silk robe. Turning around to her and giving her that sweet smile she began to fall in love with since that day.

Now here she was, scaling the walls of the large castle-like home. Reaching the glass and peering in, the candlelight beside you as you again sat in front of your large mirror illuminated your face.

You were in some fancy nightgown that she hadn't seen before, yet were her favorite color on you. You were applying something to your face, rubbing it into your skin.

You looked beautiful, she couldn't pull her eyes away despite knowing how creepy she must've looked.

But then she seen her reflection.

A black eye from getting jumped just the day before. The day after the masquerade ball. After that she hadn't been to see you, not last night either. Vi knew you'd begin to worry, if you hadn't already.

She looked like... like something no person would want. Beat up, stealing for money to live, most of her presents for you were things she'd 'borrowed'.

But by the time she regretted coming, you'd seen her in the mirror. Turning around with a grin, running over to your window to pull it up for her.

"Vi!" She smiled at you, climbing up and jumping in as you backed up. Immediately moving to grab her face, moving it back and forth. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah just some guys. All good." You still stared at her worried, leaning up to kiss her lips, feeling her pushing into you.

"You look pretty Sunshine.." "Mm, thank you." You whispered against her lips, smiling when she kissed you again. "You look beautiful." You returned, watching her face turn nearly the same shade as her hair. Practically grinning as she looked away from you.

"I missed you, is this why you didn't come last night?" Your thumb ran over her bruised skin, that worried glint returning in your eyes, as if it ever fully left. "I didn't..." "It's okay Vi, does it hurt?" She shook her head no, head moving to snuggling into your palm that rested on her cheek. Eyes fluttering closed as you softly kissed her nose.

"You're very pretty." You whispered, breathe fanning her face as she opened her eyes again tiredly. "Want to sleep here?" She nodded, feeling you begin to push her jacket off her shoulders, picking it up and setting it on your chair.

"Sit." Vi complied, walking over to the edge of your large, canopy covered bed. You kneeled down in front of her, helping her take off her boots. "I'll get you different clothes, okay? You can't sleep in these." "Maybe not comfortably." You let out a breathy laugh, kissing the side of her head, Vi pushing towards you absentmindedly.

"Hold on." "I don't want something fancy." "Do pants and a shirt work? They're my brothers. Sometimes, I don't feel like looking too fancy either." She laughed, watching you walk back over to her, clothes in hand.

"Here." "Thanks sunshine." You moved to blow out the candle in your room, to the door making sure to lock it up, then to the bed, sliding under the covers. Vi slid in beside you right after, looking over at you while you checked the clock beside the bed.

"I'm sorry." Her voice broke, your neck practically snapping to look at her. Face falling, a tear dripping down her cheek which she was quick to wipe away. "Vi.." Your hand instantly went to cup her face, the girl leaning into to press her forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." "Look at me. I'm not like you-" "That's why I love you. I love your adventures, and your friends. How much you care for others, how much you care about me. Nobody could love me like that, not like you. You love me, they love the princess."

She stared into your eyes, a few more tears falling down her face and onto your hands. Not that you minded, pulling away to kiss her forehead, a long kiss being placed against her skin.

"The princess part is a bonus." You winked as you pulled away. Watching her laugh slightly, sniffling and wiping her face. "Besides, who else would steal stuff for me. No prince would do that, they all have sticks up their asses and can't even give a girl a wave."

Vi snorted, laughing as you laid down.

"I love you Vi." You then stated, holding her hand, messing with her fingers. But her eyes stayed on you. "Now c'mon, I'm tired and I want to cuddle you." Vi laughed slightly, leaning down as you pulled her close, snuggling into her chest. You inhaled her scent, looking up at her again.

"I love you." "Yeah.." You kissed her lips, just a peck before kissing her neck. Snuggling deeper into her. Vi didn't realize it then, until she'd closed her eyes and placed her face in your hair.

It dawned on her, that you never asked her to say it back. You didn't push those three words from her lips.

Because you didn't need to.

You already knew, she loved you.

A/n: deadass forgot about this series sorry lmao

#vi x you #vi x yn #vi x y/n #vi x reader #arcane vi #vi arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane #netflix arcane #nevy writes

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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28 - Keys to the Kingdom

Part 29

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Pacing in front of the fireplace I held up the phone to my ear ranting to my sister Caroline. "Everything is fine, Care. I mean even though Elijah is being held captive by Marcel. And I think we saw a vision of our future twins...nevermind I guess everything isn't fine." Running my fingers through my hair I throw my head back feeling my fangs trying to come out since I haven't had blood yet today.

"Well it sounds bought as typical it does here. There's apparently this family of witches called the Gemini. They don't have their own magic so they have to siphon it from something else supernatural. And Alaric is dating one of them and she has a crazy pyscho twin brother." She responded through the phone clearly in a huff over everything that was happening. I knew we both just wished our lives could be normal for once.

Slumping down onto the couch I twirl pieces of my hair. "On a more normal note how's mom - oh!" I cut myself feeling two little kicks against my stomach.

"Mads, you okay?" My twin asked, concerned.

Even though she couldn't see me smiling I giggled as one baby kicked. "Yeah sis it's just they're kicking...baby 1.." Another kick followed shortly after where I rested my freehand there. "There's baby 2...Care I can't wait until they're born."

"Me too, Maddie. Oh my gosh we haven't even had a chance to throw you a baby shower yet!" She scoffed through the phone so disappointed in herself.

"It's alright, I don't need a baby shower... I have all that I need already " I replied turning her on video call so she could see I was serious.

"Every pregnant woman dreams of having one and I am going to make sure you have the best baby shower ever " Caroline exclaimed.

"Alright, fine you can plan it but please nothing too big " I said.

"Don't worry little sis, it won't be that granded " she replied with a tiny devilish smile which I noticed.

"Care, I mean it " I stated, staring at my sister knowing she was up to no good.

"Don't worry, It will be just a small gathering with just family and friends " she promised before I hung up the phone looking out the front door. Opening it I instantly grabbed my head feeling pain. Looking up I winced seeing a girl with brown hair holding her hand up meaning she was a witch.

She flickered her wrist snapping my neck before I could say anything. "Marcel told me about you and that baby." My head fell onto the curb until I woke up a few hours later laying in a circle full of vampires. Scanning the room I recognized Rebekah standing behind Marcel until she noticed me.

"I thought I said no harming her and the babies!" She scoffed bending down on a knee seeing that I'm not hurt right before someone vamped behind me.

She vamped back seeing it was Klaus. He helped me to my feet seeing the veins appearing underneath my eyes. "How about we get you some blood.." He looked around the room getting in a fighting stance beside me watching the vampires circle around us closer. "Vampires of New Orleans! Do recall that I am an Original. A hybrid. I cannot be killed. Eternity is an awfully long time. How long, do you think, Marcel will stay in power? What if one of you lot were to release me, knowing I will be eternally in your debt? Oh, I would pity those of you who dared to cross me. I can assure you, your ends would be spectacular. To borrow a trick from an old friend." He streches out a hand with a coin in it. "Whoever picks up... this coin... gets to live. Now which of you magnificent bastards wants to join me?"

Marcel looks around at his men who didn't make a move for the coin. "Anyone wants that coin, pledge allegiance to Klaus. Take it now. Go ahead. The choice is yours....Take him."

Two vampires moved forward where I grabbed one by the arm snapping their neck. Klaus breaks the other's leg then his neck raising his hands away from his sides smirking. "Even with my humanity on you won't hurt my twins." I said revealing my fangs with my hands into fists at my sides.

Some vampires behind is threw out chains wrapping them around his wrists but he throws them around for a few seconds. Three vampires raced directly for me but I twisted the arm of one throwing him against the wall. The second one I bite into his neck dropping him on the ground then the last one I choked them out until I could get a good hold and snap her neck. I felt a burning in my throat whipping my head around I gasped seeing that the vampires had overpowered him. They shoved Vervain and wolfbane in his mouth. He bends his head down then lifted it up revealing his hybrid eyes. "Running is the best option if I were you two." I suggested looking to Rebekah and Marcel.

Nik broke the chains wrapping them around a vampires throat killing two of them. Vamping forward towards the group I tilted my head motioning for the two boys to come at me. They do but I grabbed them by their shoulders slamming them back into each other where they landed flat on their backs. I winced sharply feeling a knife into my back by a blonde vampire. "Grah - Nik!" He whipped his head around ripping the heart out of the chest of the vampire that stabbed me. He draws the dagger out of my back slowly handing it to me.

A red head vampire tries to snap my neck but I shoved the blade into it. She dropped against my shirt staining it with blood. I shoved her off hearing Nik holler out covered in blood too ripping throats of some vampires. "Marcel! Come and finish this!"

She dropped the dagger in her hands vamping forward before he got himself killed. "No! Take the coin!"

"What?" He asked not understanding what she meant.

Rebekah gasped watching me sink my fangs into another girl who attempted to take the knife from me. "He won't stop until everyone is dead. And he will kill you too. End this. Pick up the coin!"

Nik and I nodded to each other vamping forward grabbing each of the vampires biting into their necks. Removing my fangs I sighed hearing Marcel holler out. "Enough!" Nik released the girl he had in a choke hold with blood still running down his chin like me.

"Well, well, well. The great Marcel, self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, bowing before me." Nik slowly walks forward intertwining his hand with mine while I wipe blood from my chin with my other hand feeling really tired now.

Marcel throws away the coin in our direction now on his knees in front of us. "There. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours."

Nik glanced down to me smiling then back down to the vampire. "From here on out Maddie is your queen...and if you ever attempt to come after her again. I will kill you without hesitation." He wrapped his arms around my waist vamping me bridal style back to the compound.

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op-sheepy · 4 years ago

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ok so I'm particularly interested in

Bellamy Law

Law and Bible stuff

Law is a substitute kindergarten teacher

shichibukai applications

reverse hanahaki disease (?? do u spit out flowers when your nemesis walks by?)

if you feel like elaborating on any of these!

This is gonna get long and I actually contemplated posting them separately but would that have been more work? Yeah, that felt like more work so for anyone interested, check under the cut. :D

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Bellamy Law

Hm… This would be an attempt to explore the parallels and contrasts between Bellamy and Law. I've always found it fascinating that the former was a foil to the latter.

They both come from well-off towns in the North Blue.

Bellamy left because of boredom. Law had no choice because Flevance.

Both ended up seeking Doflamingo because of his notoriety as a pirate. Both admired him initially

Doffy favored one over the other though. Bellamy always sought his approval but was never really part of the inner circle Doflamingo cared about.

Law got the dubious privilege of being part of the family despite being absent for so long. Even offered one of the highest seats by Doffy's side for seemingly nothing.

Law had no trouble turning his back on Doffy once he realized the man's nature. Bellamy tried to stick to his principles until the end despite admitting that he new he was wrong.

Bellamy can (and did) quit piracy after his ordeal with Doflamingo. Having the option to live peacefully, perhaps a return to his previous life (the one he considered boring). Law can't do that quite as easily what with his Devil fruit and his reputation.

I thought it would be interesting trying to explore what Bellamy was thinking. Did he hear the Donquixote Pirates talk about their missing 'family'? Did he get to see Doffy be amused at Law's rise as a Supernova while he kept being reminded of his own status? Did Law save Bellamy partially because he also saw what he could have been had Corazon not saved him?

On principle, Bellamy should have hated Trafalgar Law. Does. Bastard even saved him without him wanting it. But there was something about the shadows haunting those eyes and Bellamy started to wonder.

He had heard the family talk about Law before. The child personally taught by Doflamingo, chosen to be his right hand. Never was he compared to the man because Law was just obviously better. Smarter. Stronger. Bellamy was ever just an uncouth thug.

He was allowed to 'borrow' Doflamingo's symbol while Law had an empty seat waiting for his return–a seat Bellamy had wanted enough to risk everything for.

Maybe he had resented, Trafalgar Law for carelessly rejecting the things he had that Bellamy had always desired. In the end too, Trafalgar Law did prove to be better. He'd done as a child what Bellamy had trouble doing even as he was now.

But having been given the chance to observe the other man as they all recovered, he wondered, perhaps for the first time, whether despite Law being better than Bellamy, Bellamy had had it better–barring the poor life choices.

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Law and Bible stuff

This is just me wanting to know how many biblical parallels and themes I can draw from Law, the Donquixote brothers, the characters associated with them, and his backstory. Honestly not sure whether this would become a fic and in what style or I'm gonna give up and just make it a post.

Not gonna elaborate on them much but here are the ideas in more bullet points (yay):

Law gets familiar with all four horsemen of the apocalypse: conquest, war, famine, and death. He even survives them.

Law is like the son in the parable of the prodigal son to the Donquixote pirates. Except the themes are inverted.

Doflamingo and Rocinante -> Cain and Abel

Ope Ope no Mi -> Granting eternal life by sacrificing one's own life

Gods descending or living among humans. Also, Homing and his family being prosecuted for other people's sins.

That scene where they were hanged by their arms outstretched looks like a crucifixion. Also, Rocinante was on the right while Doflamingo was on the left. Similar to how the penitent thief was on the right and the unrepentant one to the left.

Flevance being considered a paradise with walls/fences/gates and somewhere Law cannot return to.

In the panel where the Donquixote pirates are seated at the table, there were thirteen of them with Doffy at the center. Same as The Last Supper

There are a lot more of these (David and Goliath, Solomon, Jonah, Job, etc.) but I kinda lost the notes and some are more visual so I can't really explain it too well. This would is a drabble series to emphasize or highlight the parallels so no proper snippet for this one.

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Law is a substitute kindergarten teacher

Originally an idea to get around most of the Heart Pirates being nameless but evolved to include other characters as kids. Chopper is a kindergarten teacher and he convinces Law to take over his class for a week because somehow Law has the qualifications to and free time. Naturally, he wasn't able to say no.

Unfortunately, despite not being terrible at handling children, Chopper's class is filled with menaces. Also, despite not being terrible, Law can still be awkward so...

"Mr. Trofao–fargar—"

"Trafalgar."

The kid—which one was this one again? Shit, he should really get them name plates or something—scrunched up his face and tried harder, "Tar-pal—"

"Law. Just call me Law."

"Mr. Low"—eh, close enough—"can I go to the bathroom?" Wide imploring eyes stared up at him.

"Sure, go ahead." Law gestured towards the exit of the classroom with his head.

The kid just stared expectantly at him and he tried to suppress the need to narrow his eyes.

"Is there… anything else?"

"Mr. Chopper always comes with me to hold my hand."

Really?

"Mr. Chopper isn't here. You should practice doing it on your own now." He said after a deep inhale.

"But the monsters might get me…"

"No, they won't."

"You don't know that."

"I do." Before the kid could open his mouth again to argue, he added, "Besides, children taste terrible so you're safe."

The kid looked stricken and took a step back from him. Uh oh. Glistening eyes, wobbling lower lip… "Alright! I'll go with you." The kid did not look reassured. In fact he looked like going alone with Law was the last thing he wanted to do. Guess, he kinda implied that he ate children didn't he? Oops.

Well, the kid needs to go and he's not going to be cleaning up after him if he wets himself.

Law glanced at the rest of the children. It was Arts and Craft time and they seemed preoccupied enough. Still, Law doubted Chopper ever left these kids alone–already he could see some of them glancing up at him, waiting for him to leave no doubt to cause trouble. That Monkey kid in particular looked extremely suspicious.

He stood up from his crouch and clapped twice to get everyone's attention.

"Alright. Fall in line. Single file."

There was some grumbling and questioning directed at him. "What's going on?"

Law shrugged. "You're all going to the bathroom."

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Shichibukai Application Forms

Crackfic where the World Government and relevant parties review various Shichbukai Applications. Most submitted by the pirates applying themselves, some produced by their own staff. They discuss and debate. As well as judge pirate resumes.

She scanned the document. Terrible format, really. If you fail to impress within the first page, you've failed entirely. There just wasn't anyone promising enough in this batch of applications or any of the other ones before. The last one had been that clown. "Apprentice to the Pirate King," was a pretty hefty credential.

"Oh, how about this one? Three years experience pillaging, and they even listed all the towns they looted." One of the newly transferred administrative staff said.

"None of these are worth considering at all. You know, when Mihawk was asked to submit his application, he hadn't bothered with all of this. He just sent us a card with his name on it and the title "World's Strongest Swordsman," underneath."

The staff perked up. "Oh, there was an application like that." There was scramble and some shuffling before a plain white card was produced. "Here."

"'From Trafalgar Law'. What does this even mean?"

"Well, it did come with a big box..."

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Reverse Hanahaki Disease

(?? do u spit out flowers when your nemesis walks by?)

Haha. At first it was going to be that way (because it is hilarious) but the inflicted would probably choke to death too soon. Or if both enemies had it, they'd end up just coughing flowers at each other until they stopped being enemies.

The version I ended up going with was that this variant of Hanahaki, instead of afflicting those with unrequited love, affected those in denial instead. The reverse part comes from the original idea that this would usually happen if you somehow fell in love with your nemesis (someone you originally hated). So it's not the thought that the other person can't love you, it's that you can't accept that you love that other person. You get cured by confessing to the person sincerely.

This is actually another KidLaw (surprise!). And the flower coughed up directly represents the person they're in love with (I went with Oda's flower representation for them because I found it funny for plot)

So the idea is that, you get sick but you don't automatically know (maybe) who it is because that's part of being in denial. Kid and Law have many enemies after all. In this story they both get it though not exactly at the same time and not known to the other.

He survived Amber Lead Syndrome only to be killed off by a stupid flower disease that apparently knows more about his own feelings than he does.

He glared at the petals. Tulips. Red.

An image of a cocky grin and a shock of red hair flashed through his mind and—nope. That's not right.

He coughed harder, tears stinging his eyes with the effort. More flowers. Now he has enough for a bouquet.

Alright, he was a doctor. He could do this. Differential time.

First, which variant does he have. He doesn't particularly feel unloved or hopeless. There wasn't anyone he wanted in particular to love him. Ok, nothing. It was maybe safe to say he had that other variant.

Which was stupid because Law had many enemies and he hated all of them.

And cue the racking coughs. More red. He was very familiar with that particular shade.

New theory. This was a new variant that somehow makes you sick when you think of the person you hated the most.

Yes, that had to be it. He thought as he all but collapsed on the floor from the sudden paroxysm.

I knew this was gonna get long. :) Oh well...

Thank you for playing. :D

#One Piece #One piece fanfiction #wip game #trafalgar law #donquixote brothers #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote roci #donquixote homing #donquixote pirates #one piece bellamy #bellamy the hyena #eustass kid #kidlaw #trafalgar d water law

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storysofmyown · 4 years ago

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Because I'm still hung up on the paws and claws event, could you make a headcanon of if the Mc turned into an animal like a week after, and since they're human they go somewhat feral?

Of course my dear!! Since you didn't specify what kind of animal the Mc must be i decided to make them a cat as well, hope that is okay with you!

It had been a couple of days since the brothers finally were able to get out of their animal forms. It had been hard at first to deal with it but in the end all of them were able to get their animal instinct under control up until Luke finally was able to get the syrup that was going to cure them and the boys were finally back to normal, to Lucifer’s relief...but of course that couldn't last.

The seven demons and their human companion were eating lunch, everyone was talking and laughing except from Belphegor who was napping, his head resting in the table as Beel had moved his plate to take care of it. Mammon was arguing with Leviathan about some money he had borrowed from the demon and had yet to return when he turned to Mc to complain.

“Can you believe this?! Its only been like 500 years since i asked to borrow the money, jeez give a demon time to make the money bac-” Mammon stopped amidst his rambling when he noticed the human had stopped eating all of a sudden and had a weird expression on their face. “Yo, whats up with you?” Mammon asked, trying to keep his nonchalant attitude but worry evident in his voice.

“...nothing, i just feel weird.” Mc says, a small voice as they try to get up from their sit, only to groan and grab onto the chair the feeling taking over them.

“Mc?” Beel asks, worry in his voice as he moves to the human sides to make sure they were okay. What Beel wasn't expecting, was for Mc to jump at his touch, hiss and run several steps away from him.

Beel looked at Mc, now more confused than ever, only to see Mc with a tail and cat ears.

“What the-” Mammon tried to say only to be cut off by Asmodeus

“OH MY ME!” Asmo coos, walking over at Mc as he squeals. “You look adorable!” His voice is high pitched as he tries to pet Mc only for them to hiss at him as well, making Asmodeus take his arm back fast and glaring at Mc. “No! Bad kitty! Bad kitty!”

“What happened to them?” Leviathan ask, looking at Lucifer who already looks down with the whole situation.

“It appears they have transformed into some sort of feline.” Satan states, a curious smirk in his lips as he approaches both Asmodeus and Mc.

“No shit Sherlock, i think we can see that!” Mammon glares at the blond before looking back at Lucifer. “So?!”

“It seems like our dear human was affected by the syrup that transformed us all into animals.”

“The one that Luke put in that cake?” Belphegor asks, still from his sit as he watches the situation from afar. Lucifer only hums in return at Belphegors questions before a sigh leaves his lips.

“Wait, but that thing was over a week ago!”

“Why is it affecting them now?” Beel finishes off Mammons question as his eyes fall on the human again, who moved away from the seven demons and was looking at some curtains...for some reason.

“They are human, their body its not going to react the same as a demons body does when exposed to celestial elements. In them the effect took longer to manifest.” Satan says, a hand on his chin as he thinks about it, wondering if this means that the “cure” would also take longer to fight off the effects of the syrup.

“Either way, we should keep an eye on them- MC!” Lucifer yells, once out of the corner of his eye he sees them jump and with their long claws start sharpening them on the curtains. “Stop that now!” Lucifer moves close to Mc, only for the human to notice them and hiss at him just like they had done with Beel and Asmodeus.

“They just hissed at Lucifer!” Leviathan gasps, his eyes jumping from the human to his older brother.

“yes, i am well aware of that” Lucifer glares at Mc, making the human-cat to hiss again, before running off.

“Oi! Were do ya think you are going?!” Mammon screams, running behind Mc as he tries to catch up to them.

The rest of the brothers look between each other before hearing a hiss once again followed by Mammon yelping and then groaning in pain.

“What the hell was that?!” Asomodeus screams at Mammon.

“They fucking scratched me, that’s what it was!” Mammon comes back in, a scratch its visible in his cheek as he held it.

“Lool!”

“Stop laughing you damn otaku”

“Im just glad that didn't happen to me! Imagine if my beautiful face got a single scratch on it! I would die.

“No, you wouldn't” Belphegor yawns. “Who is going to go after them?”

“...they hissed at me” Beel looks sad for a moment.

“Naturally, they felt threatened for a moment and reacted accordingly.” Satan explained rapidly.

“Oi! Who do ya think you are? A cat whisperer or something like that?” Before Satan can respond, there can be heard a vase falling from upstairs, making Lucifer groan.

“Someone needs to get them under control before they destroy the whole house”

“I have an idea!” Asmodeus cheers.

“...”

Several minutes later

“This is a terrible idea” Lucifer rubs his head as he looks at Asmodeus, who was a expensive bottle of perfume in his hands, as the seven stand in front of the door, watching Mc who was sharpening their claws on the bed.

“It will work! Mc simply cannot resist to my fragrance” Asmo smirks, entering the room and approaching mc slowly.

“This is going to end badly” Beel looks at Mc who is already aware of Asmodeus presence.

“I know...i cant wait” Levi has his phone out, already recording the whole thing.

“...send me that video, we can make so much money with” Mammon smirks, just in time for Mc to try and attack Asmodeus, the bottle of perfume shattering in the ground as Asmodeus yelps and runs away from the angry Mc.

“Lucifer! Mc is a meany” Asmodeus cries as he hugs Lucifer, making the oldest demon sigh.

“...any other ideas?”

And so, the others tried to gain cat Mc’s trust one by one. Beel tried to approach them with some food...which he end up eating making Mc dejected, Belphie tried to make them go to sleep by giving them his pillow...the worsts decision he would have taken, the pillow was now destroyed and Belphie had a permanent scowl painted in his features. Leviathan was able to get kind of close but his phone went off, making Mc jump, hiss and bite him. (Which Mammon secretly got on tape). talking about Mammon, he tried to give Mc some catnip against Satans advice, which only made the human become even more energetic and ran trough all of the possible surfaces in the room, knocking everything over.Finally, Satan pushed trough and sat in front of the Mc, who only looked at him.

“What are you doing?” Asmodeus asked.

“Shut up” Satan said, only to proceed and take out his D.D.D and start playing with it, everyone looked on curiously, wondering what Satan was doing, until Mc started to scoot closer. After mc was at a close proximity, Satan lifted his hand slowly and brought it to them, Mc looked curiously before start to rub their head against Satans hand, who proceeded to pet them.

“How?!” Mammon complained as he glared at Satan.

“Cats are naturally curious creatures” Satan said, as if that explained every and all questions his brothers had.

“I don’t care about the logic behind all this, just give them the damn cure and someone please clean up the room” Lucifer groaned, before leaving and going to his room to try and relax finally...if you call relaxing the three mountains of paperwork that awaited him.

Satan proceeding to do so, and his theory proved to be right, for the “cure” took another week to work on Mc, making the demons desperate as they just wanted to pet the human-cat but at some point they ended up just getting scratched. At the end, Mc owed Lucifer more than5,000 grimm worth of damages their claws had done during that sole week.

I really hope this was what you were expecting and that you liked it! Thank you so much for sending me this ask, it was so much fun! ^w^

#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me levi #obey me mc

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realityshiftingandblogging · 4 years ago

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Explaining My DR

⚠️ Before you read, please keep in mind my DR is based from a lot of mythology. Please do not feel offended (I mean you can feel offended but I mean please don't feel like I'm purposely trying to offend you) if your group is not mentioned (such as magic users) or if they are misinterpreted. It's a DR based from the past and from old mythology and lore. It isn't going to be the same as the present. We are also using old terms and meanings. It's also based from an anime too. ⚠️

⚠️I'll also be updating this from time to time if I find more information I want to place. So if you ever get bored, just head on back and see if anything is new! ⚠️

Click read more to see~

What is my reality based from?

Mine is heavily referenced from an anime called "The Ancient Magus Bride." The anime itself is beautiful, and based off of many legends and mythology and it somehow blends together beautifully.

My reality is going to be somewhere in the 1700's (but without slavery and a few wars) because I am sharing my DR with my online friends (and those I classify as my online "Family") and we decided we wanted to see how much history we could change.

So far, we have decided to save Marie Antoinette.

The reality itself has "fae" who don't like to be called "Fairies" and would rather be called "neighbors." They are friendly, in their own way, though some can be aggressive but we have decided that we are safe from those and won't fight them. But here's a catch - you can't see them unless you have "The Sight." Some people do have the sight such as mages (a rare form of magic user in our reality) or "Sleigh Beggy" otherwise known as "Slay Vega."

Slay Vega's have the ability to see and attract fae. As Wiki put it:

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Sleigh Beggies are a type of human who have a natural affinity towards the fae and other supernatural entities, drawing their kind towards them unintentionally. Because their bodies naturally absorb magic but they typically lack the means of controlling it, they die fairly young. This is why, despite the fact that there are more Sleigh Beggy than natural-born mages, their numbers are few and far between. Sleigh Beggy are highly prized by both other sorcerers and fae. The former because their organs naturally absorb magic and so they can be used as batteries for magic and the latter because they are naturally drawn to them as they view Sleigh Beggy as being closer to their kind. This often brings them misfortune as well, because the fae drawn to them will act against their wishes, more so for those who are not gifted with the Sight and cannot see the fae. The fae's goodwill does not always result in the happiness and, when left to their own interpretation, their love and loyalty manifests into both luck and ill fortune. Sleigh Beggy unconsciously absorb a lot of magical energy, but lack the means of expressing it unless they are trained in magic or other methods. As a Sleigh Beggy draws attention from Fae, they will have little difficulty becoming mages if they find a mentor to train them and be capable of powerful magic.

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I will be a Sleigh Vega/Beggy but I will also have immortality, so I won't be hurt by this magic absorption; because of this the fae will be attracted to me and I can help my s/o with his magic too.

Other than Sleigh Beggys, what are there?

Well there are many magic types. For my DR we have

Sleigh Beggy: The rarest of all the types, even to the point they are even unheard of. They have the abilities of both a mage and sorcerer. They passively absorb and exude magic energy. Almost unlimited. However, their bodies are still human and they will eventually have pain from the constant strain. Fae are attracted to this type but their friendship isn't always beneficial to Sleigh Beggies. A Sleigh Beggy without a mentor or teacher may feel cursed being around them as they can't understand the world around them or why the Fae behave as they do.

Mages: Are magic users who absorb magic and cast spells using it or they borrow magic from Fae. However, this is draining for the caster.

Sorcerers: They are different from other magic users. They turn their own energy into magic to perform sorcery. Unlike the Mages, they don't contort or use the Natural Laws by breaking them, instead they study these laws and manipulate said laws.

Witches: Are magical users similar to mages, but the difference is they dive into more forbidden arts and choose to gather in groups known as covens.

The History Of Magic:

In the new age of mankind, some humans could perform what we know as "miracles.' They could see beings known as fae. Or live fairly longer than others. As time went on, these people passed on techniques, knowledge, skills and shared with each other what is now known as "Magic." Those who could possess it were known as "Mages."

But as time went on, less and less humans were born with this ability and due to the "Great War" many magical users died. Ever since then, it was unusual, rare, and strange to find humans with this ability. Eventually, this was hidden from the world to ensure the safety of the magic users.

Overview Of Magic

Magic is a result of using the energy inside your body or using the energy of the world around you. This is a process that is referred to as "Magic" or a "Miracle." While magic users can use the worlds natural laws or the use of magical beings they can also use magic with chants or wands.

For some sorcerers, they have a magical core that can "act" as an internal organ which generates magical energy. It can pass on through generations genetically. Sometimes there are some born with non-magical parents.

Magic can be used in many ways. The results vary depending on the use such as shape, form, or requirements needed. It can be used for teleportation, purification, and giving life to inanimate objects. It can also be used for attacks like summoning spikes, thorns, using shadows or light, or breathing fire.

Magic can also be used by Artificers, like Angelica, who makes magic tools such as rings or wands.

What Are Fae?

Fae, or Neighbors, are a race of magical beings who can use, conjure, or absorb magic for themselves or other beings. They can be found everywhere around the world, but they are most commonly found in Tir Na nÓg which is ruled by Titiana and Oberon.

This silly couple:

There are many different types such as Ariels, Banshees, Church Grims, Brownies, Changelings, Elfs, Fire Sprites, Muryans, Selkies, and Vodyanoi!

Each fae is capable of something different and some are friendly, and some are aggressive. Similar to humans XD.

Random Things About My DR

➭ Even though it's set in the 1700s we have plumbing and pipes for baths, phones we can use to contact eachother and see media from Jean's reality (a very close friend of mine), and we plan to make some technology early. Because why not???

➭ We plan to mess up history a bit because we want to see how much we can change. And before you say "that's forcibly changing lives" technically no. It's not like the CR. Period. It's the 1700s where magic exists. We're not forcing a change in anyone's life. We're just going to mess with historical events that were bound to happen one way or another. #and they literally could've changed with or without us.

➭ There's a magic library where fae can exist alongside humans without any issue. No one can harm eachother within the library. It's also a rest good place to nap and it's really cozy.

➭ We live in a small cottage away from the village, it has a small pond and a garden. And just along the path in the back there's a forest. Keeping going down the path and you'll find a passage to Tir na nÓg.

➭ What's Tir na nÓg? It's an old legend of a place where you never age, that is, if you can get there. It's a place full of fae and where the king and queen of fae live. The plants never wither or die and it's always lively.

➭ My DR backstory is that I'm born as a king's daughter. I have a brother and a sister. That's all. Father and brother are Castelios which is a family that was given powers by the demons or fae from the Great War. They tend to scare everyone, due to their aura, except close family. Not even close friends are used to the aura. Though my sister and I didn't develop this, which is rare. I'll shift around the time I first meet my dad and brother after my mother left me and my sister with them. (No it won't be traumatizing, it's just my choice.) I'll grow up within the castle walls and learning magic from my brother and sword fighting from my sister. I'll eventually convince my dad to let me go outside the walls, to which he agrees, where I'll try to mess around with history a bit. On my 16th birthday I'll meet Elias Ainsworth in the greenhouse outside the walls when I snuck away at night. A huge chunk of years later I plan to already be a mage under his mentoring and be married by then, and the cottage is just our choice despite having an estate somewhere else. I only have until age 18 scripted so far but if you ask in like.... a week from now I might have something fjsbdjsnskssm

➭ There's a hunting event where any knight (male or female) can enter and so can royalty. A person from their familiy (or really anyone) can give them their handkerchief and whoever's handkerchief they had will recieve all that they hunted. It's a way to symbolize popularity, typically you'd want the biggest game or the most. For example if I have my s/o my handkerchief then whatever he hunted will go to me. Similarly if he gave me his then whatever I hunted will go to him. The more admired a person is, the more handkerchiefs a person has to give out and they have more game.

(If you're anti-hunting I am very sorry if this just offended you so please don't @me djeanjss please.)

➭ We have a room in the library that has many windows leading to different DRs. There's a wall full of keys that open the windows because the windows can't be broken or opened without a key, phew. When you look through each window it has a different scenery because each is a different DR. They are usually labeled and if you want to enter that reality you have to open the window and to right through. That's how Jean and I get to eachothers realities and also contact eachother. We decided to connect our DRs in a way.

My Desired Reality Members:

First, my DR husband!

Elias Ainsworth!

He is a mage who is both fae and human, though no one knows why he was this way and it was hinted that he was cursed. He also my mentor who will teach me magic.

Appearance

He's taller than most humans, reaching around 6'7". Because of the curse, he doesn't look human though will take a human form using magic. He likes to decorate his horns with gold string that holds a red cloth to cover his face.

A Mood board of him:

Personality

He's very kind and polite (to most) but he's... not antisocial but not social either. He has a hard time relating to people (big mood) but he's like that because he has no understanding of the emotions he feels nor does he remember anything of his life before. Because of this, he's extremely fascinated with emotions. He decided to adopt a "gentleman" mannerism to seem more friendly. He closely studies others but finds it a bit hard to follow their example. He doesn't tend to lie - but if he doesn't know you or knows you slightly then he leaves out any bit of information and tries to hide things. Once you get to know him, he's not so secretive and more child-like. But despite that, he's very willing to make up for, amend, and apologize for any childish behavior that was out of line.

Jeans comment on Elias: "Elias: nice, tall, protective and sweet from what I know, lowkey shy and is trying to understand humans and in the anime is learning emotions AND AJJSJDJSJD thats so SWEET, has lots of money-"

His Magic Abilities

He can manipulate the shadows and he leans toward destructive magic. He can hide in the shadows and create thorns. This gave him the name, given by the fae, "Child of Thorn" or simply "Thorn" as well as "Pilum Murialis." He can also shapeshift and remove memories.

Myself! Online, I go by a few names but in any DR it's Estelle.

Appearance

I'll have waist length black hair, styled in either a braid or simply let down. I have pale skin, blue eyes, and a small birthmark on my collarbones.

Mood board of myself:

Personality

I'll have the same as I do here but I felt really weird typing it out so I'm going to use how my friend described me!

Jeans opinion on Estelle: "Estelle - very soft and caring, maternal I’d say, great listener, really fun to talk to, shy and introverted but SJDJJDKFODOSOSOD when she comes out of her shell, has lots of nice memes, overall a good person to talk to about problems or just to have fun with and MEME, video game and reading nerd HAJDJDJSJKS, sympathetic and empathetic, smart, understanding"

Skills

Mental link: An ability shared with Ruth. We have a shared mind and memory.

Shapeshifting: I can shapeshift into a Pheonix which I'll mainly only use for fun.

Healing: I can heal, either by a chant or with the help of fae or tools

Light manipulation: I can manipulate light and use it against or for people

{Before I get onto the subject about my kids. Yes, I do know them in the CR. I have raised Adam and Asher despite us being close in age, I've always been the more "motherly" figure in my friends and relatives lives. (And I have recently became a mother figure for Nutmeg for about three years now.) I've organized the appointments, cook, cleaned, been there emotionally and so on. I am Asher and Adams aunt as well, so before you ask "Isn't that weird?" In my opinion, no. There are many people I've met who are the same and just straight up become the mother figure in someone's life. I am young, but I've been doing this job for years and a few comments aren't going to stop me from my job.}

Artificer: I have artificer abilities that I typically use to make a creature called a "Maker." They simply like making things. They're smart but really emotional and made from fabric similar to a doll. They like to swear masks and they basically look like a fabric version of a Korok.

Nutmeg

Nutmeg will be my daughter in the future. She is also a person from this reality who sees me as a mother figure and I see her as a daughter. So we agreed this is something we wanted to do. How it will work is she will try shift to the future of my DR after i've been married for a few years. (And before you say "That's not possible!" or "That won't work!" Let me make it clear I said "try." We are going to try this and we have a code to and we scripted that if this isn't possible, the other us wouldn't know the code.) Nutmeg is the youngest of all of my kids.

Appearance

Nutmeg has hazel eyes with a yellowish color and freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. She likes styling her brown and reddish hair into pig tails and she's typically seen in yellow.

Mood board of her:

Personality

She is very kind and doting, especially towards her siblings. She's not big into typical school but wants to go to the magic college for magic users. She likes baking and flower picking! She's very sweet towards fae and tries her best 100% of the time. A hugger and also someone who would bONK you if you upset her brothers or really anyone she cared about.

Jean's comment on Nutmeg: "Nutmeg - I’ve not talked to her much BUT SHES THE CUTEST WITTLE ANGEL BEAN, she’s super nice, worries/panics a lot for people from what I know, extremely caring, big gay and we love it (i once said to Estelle nutmeg can be a cottagecore lesbian and I just JSKSKSJDJDJ), loving towards y’all and it just makes me JSKDKDKDMDMMFJF"

Her skills

She has more celestial and healing magic that she got from my side. She can manipulate light, heal others, and manipulate the stars or use them as guides.

"Hey sweetie can you please not move that..."

Asher, Adam, and Her who secretly plotted to move the stars to prank astrologists with Jean's kids:

Adam

Another person who's shifting with us. He's the oldest of the siblings and he's a person I've actually raised in the CR from an early age.

Mood board of him:

Appearance

He has red eyes, taking after Elias and black hair that takes after me. He's the tallest of all the kids and typically has the more "mature" fashion by wanting to wear suits or formal attire.

Personality

He's typically the type to be stern and distant but once you know him he's more open and kind. He doesn't like people who judge and he's usually the type to do stuff he most certainly shouldn't jump into it. Adam to Asher in our Discord server: "Hey so LETS INVENT BOMBS."

Jean's comment on Adam: "Adam - smart, literally what the fuck, he’s really nice and a big home dog,,, literally like a big brother like I feel like he’ll be there when you need him, SMART DID I MENTION SMART, has an exterior shell but thats why you have to take things with him at a pace, super fcking sweet like with his stupid ex but god dammit that was sweet"

Skills

He can destroy things like Elias, summon fire, and can summon thorns. He can teleport and he has his artificer abilities that were taught by Angelica and I.

Asher

Asher is the middle child and also someone I've raised. Asher and Adam are related to me and each other in the CR as well.

Appearance

Asher has white hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. He likes the color blue and green so he typically uses it in any piece of clothing he owns. He mentioned he will wear blue more often to compliment his eyes and make his darker horns more apparent.

Mood board of him:

Personality

He's really sweet, caring, and attentive. You tell him once you like one small thing and he will remember it for years. He's really hyper and full of energy unlike his other siblings who are much more calm than him.

Jean's comment on Asher: "Asher - chaos, chaos, chaos okay anyway tbh really funny, has funny ass memes and random ass thoughts that are funny, loves affection, caring as well since I see how you care for nutmeg especially, loving and sweet, smart and retains random info like JFJDKEKDKDK-, space boy and religion boy, meme, sarcastic, 10/10 humor, energetic and extremely fun, someone you’d want at a small party with friends to hype everything up, loves kids and animals"

Skills

Asher can manipulate fire and electricity. He has super speed and super hearing, along with enhanced strength.

Silver Lady!

Also known as Silky or Silver! She was a former Banshee before being transformed by Spriggan (Titiana's bodyguard sort of speak.) She's our housekeeper.

Appearance

Silver likes to wear a, pink, Victorian dress with a matching shawl and bonnet. Her hair is blonde and short and her eyes are a shiny pink.

Mood board of her:

Personality

She doesn't chat much and often has a stoic or deadpan facial expression. But despite that, once knowing her you learn and are exposed to her emotions. She tends to dote on guests that she likes but will simply ignore those she doesn't trust. If someone she doesn't like enters the house for business, she will hover over me or the other residents and simply ignore the guest. Silver also has a sense of humor and enjoys playing pranks every now and then. She likes sewing hearts into clothes where we won't notice. Silver tends to only stay within the house or near the house, due to her past home being ruined she fears that if she leaves she will be forgotten or left behind.

Her Skills:

Silky/Silver is able to do housekeeping magic. She can change details of the house, including wallpaper or the floorboards using a simple spell.

Ruth, A Church Grim

Ruth is my familiar who can shapeshift between being a Church Grim and Human.

Appearance

Ruth can shapeshift between his two forms. A Church Grim, which is a large black dog which reaches to my rib cage in height. In this form, he has red eyes. In a human form however, his eyes appear brown or somewhat red. With he has light brownish skin and black hair. He likes to sweat striped shirts :D

Mood board of Ruth:

Personality

Ruth is very doting and diligent. He uses our mental link which causes a shared memory, feeling, and lifespan, to tell others how I'm feeling if I can't put it into words. He's also protective and won't hesitate to b0nK someone across the head. He's more of a big brother to those he's close with.

Skills

Familiar skills: He shares a lifespan with me, can share dreams, and be summoned from long distances through a mind link.

Shadow: He can hide in my shadow if needed.

Angelica Barley

Angelica is a mage and artificer. She owns her own magic shop that is hidden behind her book shop.

Appearance

Angelica has sharp features, and typically braids her hair up to show them off. She's commonly seen wearing sleeves when working because of the crystals that were embedded in her arms from an accident.

Mood board of her:

Personality

She's kind but stern. Typically, to new mages she acts as a distant mentor. She takes pride in her work but she's also cautious due to her accident. She's possibly one of the only people that can tell Elias off, and she won't hesitate to do it.

Skills

Angelica has the sight similar to that the mages possess. Just like mages, she can borrow magic from fae and she's quite knowledgeable about it too. As an artificer, she embeds magic within tools or makes them with the purpose of magic. She had a Vodanoi named Hugo who is bound to her, he's a prankster but sweet nonetheless. Hugo and Angelica have longevity. This means that they both have increased life spans and she hasn't aged much at all.

Lindel

Lindel is a mage and the current care taker of the Dragons. He was both Elias and Adolf's first master.

Appearance

Lindel is a human and despite being a thousand years old, he looks to be in his 20s. He has pale skin and blonde hair that be ties or braids that frame his face and blue eyes. He typically wears a hood and robe with odd designs on the hood and back piece.

Mood board of Lindel

Personality

Before he became a Mage and Keeper Of Dragons, he hated fae. The fae caused him many problems which caused him to isolate himself. But now, he is calm and playful and he takes pride in his job as the dragon keeper. Despite his usual demeanor, when it comes to the dragons he isn't so kind to poachers.

There are many other people I'll be getting to later such as my dad, my brother, my sister, my friend and her kids and s/o, other important people, etc. But for now I'm tired ainjsndjwsn

#shifting reality #loa #realities #reality shifting #subliminals #shifting realities #shiftblr #manifestation #motivation #reality #shifting #shifting community #ideal reality #current reality

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doyelikehaggis · 4 years ago

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Allydia | Allison Argent x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @wonderdoves

Hosting a Christmas party is not something Allison ever really planned to do. She just figured that if parties happened to be going on, and she got an invite, she'd go. But throwing one herself? Absolutely not, for many levels of reasons.

Then again, she supposes she isn't throwing it herself. Technically it's not even her party, really—Lydia wanted to throw one, but her mom said no, so she asked to borrow Allison's house. Her dad's out of town with Melissa and won't be back until Christmas day, and her aunt Kate's flight was delayed, so she's still stuck in the airport for the next twenty-four hours or so. Leaving tonight totally free.

For the best, too. Right now, Allison can't even find her way through her own house. She knew it was big, but she didn't realize just how big until nearly a hundred people were crammed inside of it. And that's just a guess.

"Oh—sorry, excuse me," Allison apologizes as she knocks into someone with her shoulder while trying to wind her way past without spilling the cup in her hand.

The person ignores her. She just hurries on, taking a drink. Honestly, she isn't that thirsty, but she needed something to do to feel less awkward and out of place. Plus, Lydia made the punch, and it's surprisingly good when it doesn't have the secret ingredient of wolfsbane.

She narrowly avoids tripping over someone else's foot, stumbling slightly. When she turns back around, she spots Lydia quickly approaching.

Allison breathes a sigh of relief and stops in front of a rather annoyed looking Lydia.

"So, I've not only lost all of our friends in here somewhere, but I'm also ninety percent sure I've lost control of this thing entirely," Lydia tells her.

"Fantastic."

Allison moves a strand of hair away from her face, blowing out a breath.

"Well," she starts, letting her hand swing back to her side, "it could be worse, right? I mean, nothing is totally out of control, and everyone's having fun?"

Lydia raises an eyebrow. "Except you. And now me."

Allison rolls her eyes. "I'm not… not having fun. It is kind of nice to be able to relax a little. At least compared to what we're usually dealing with."

Lydia just gives a little hum in agreement, still not looking entirely sure as she surveys the shouting group hovering near them in the kitchen.

"Here—" Allison holds out her cup, nodding her head at it, "—have a drink. It might help."

"I'm stressed, not dehydrated," Lydia replies, but she still accepts the offer and takes a drink. "Though maybe a little bit of that, too. Thanks. I'm just glad I found you."

A small smile curves Allison's mouth. She tries to ignore the slight flush of warmth in her face. She knows Lydia just means because she's worried about the party getting out of control and she doesn't want to be separated with strangers. But it still makes her a little bit happier to think she brings her some comfort. That feeling of safety that Allison gets every time she catches a glimpse of strawberry blond hair or that smile or their eyes lock across a room.

The eyes she quickly realizes she's been gazing at for a moment too long.

Snapping out of it, she quickly looks away, swallowing. Her heart thumps against her ribs accusingly. It's silenced when her eyes dart up.

Oh.

"What?" Lydia asks, spotting her expression, now fixed on the doorway above them. Frowning, she follows her line of sight before Allison can stop her.

She sees the sprig of mistletoe. One of many that they hung throughout the house, as insisted upon by Stiles when he and Scott came over to help them get the party ready.

"Oh," Lydia says.

Allison's gaze drops back to Lydia. She just stares up at the mistletoe with wide eyes, her lips parted as if to speak, but the words are getting lost on the way out.

"I guess we should have expected something like this," Allison jokes, giving a half shrug and a forced chuckle. Trying to disguise how pink her face must be right now and keep the butterflies in her stomach calm.

Lydia shifts her eyes from their captor to meet Allison's gaze. She presses her lips together, chewing on her lower lip. For a second, Allison thinks she's going to say how it's just some dumb, old tradition, and that she is not going to be a part of keeping something so pointless alive.

But she doesn't say that. She doesn't say anything. Doesn't make a getaway excuse. Her throat shifts as she swallows and takes a deep breath.

Then in a rushed exhale, she says, "You know, hanging mistletoe in a doorway comes from a Norse legend."

Allison's heart sinks. She nods, and smiles. She promised herself that if Lydia didn't show any sign of sharing her feeling by the end of the night, she'd let it go and move on. And reciting a Norse myth seems like a desperate attempt to get out of kissing her without just rejecting her. Even if it would be unknowingly.

"Yeah," Allison says. "The, uh… the legend of Balder. Loki tricked Balder's twin brother into murdering him with mistletoe wood."

Lydia looks startled that she already knows. But surely that gives her an easy out then, right?

"Yeah! Yeah, um…" Lydia doesn't move. She still stands there, glued to the spot, back to chewing at her bottom lip. Her face lights up, and she quickly says, "Well, uh, there are other legends, of course! People tend to mix them up with holly, because they look so similar, so people think that red berries mean mistletoe when, actually, they're quite different. And everyone knows that mistletoe is usually extremely toxic, to both humans and animals. As we know… from past experience."

Allison's just staring at Lydia, her eyebrows raised. She thought she knew where this was going. This? This is not it. Before she can say anything, Lydia's continuing her rambling, at such high speeds it's almost hard to keep up.

"It's toxicity actually varies quite a bit based on region, though, which—"

"Lydia," Allison starts. "We don't—"

"—can actually be really interesting!"

"Lydia."

"There are many different types of mistletoe, with different scientific names. Viscum album, viscum cruciatum, even Phoradendron leucarpum, which is native to North America!"

"That's—that's really interesting, but—"

"Viscum album—the European mistletoe—is more toxic than Phoradendron serotinum, which is the kind that we're most familiar with."

"Oh, that's—I mean—"

"And, despite the fact that all one-thousand-five-hundred types of mistletoe are toxic in most situations, it used to be used for medicinal purposes to treat things like arthritis, epilepsy! It's still used in parts of South Asia, because the effects aren't fatal. Disturbing and, frankly, unpleasant, but not fatal! In fact, the effects tend to be more prominent in animals. Which, wouldn't be good for any of our friends. But—"

"Lydia," Allison finally cuts her off. Her eyebrows are as far as they can be on her forehead. "You're rambling a bunch of scientific facts to me, and honestly, it's a little scary."

Lydia nods, pressing her lips together again. "Yeaaah. Sorry."

Allison pauses, thinking, this is her one opportunity, there will never be a better time, and—Lydia isn't running away. She's nervous rambling science to her. But she's not using her usual methods of getting out of something she doesn't want to do.

Shutting her brain off before she can overthink it, she goes for it.

"I want to kiss you," she tells Lydia. "If you don't want to kiss me, that's fine, we can ignore the mistletoe entirely and move on. Okay?"

The blunt confessions throws Lydia off her usually perfect guard. She blinks those wide eyes, her lips parting but nothing coming out.

"Uh, y-yeah," she fumbles out, then shakes her head, "I mean—I'm okay with it. Kissing you, I'm okay with kissing you—that sounds so lame, oh my god—I want to kiss you, too!"

"Okay," Allison laughs, and leans in.

Her skin is on fire before her lips find Lydia's, and her stomach is doing olympic style flips when she does kiss her, and Lydia's kissing back with an eagerness she definitely wasn't expecting.

If anything, she was certain it'd be a quick, funny peck on the lips, and that's it over and done with, just a fun little moment to laugh about. But Lydia doesn't pull away, and Allison is not going to be the one to pull away first.

Instead, they keep kissing. Lips moving together, Lydia's hands on the sides of Allison's neck, holding her closer.

Next second, someone bumps into them. They break apart out of surprise, Lydia trying not to spill Allison's drink. The person's already stumbled away.

They both look back at each other, Allison's heart in her throat, and Lydia's eyes widening again. She draws her tongue across her bottom lip as she clearly falters for what to say now, but it's actually incredibly distracting.

"So…" Lydia starts, uncertain. Then a small smile forms at the corners of her mouth. "You wanted to kiss me? Any particular reason? Is it because of my lipgloss? It is especially appealing tonight, extra shiny."

Allison can't help but smile at Lydia's teasing tone. It appears her nerves have fluttered off and left behind her usual cool, calm composure.

"That is one reason," Allison says, nodding, and Lydia gives a curious little hum, arching an eyebrow. "But also… because I've wanted to kiss you for a while. Because I really like you. A lot."

"Yeah, I think I got that," Lydia says, barely containing the shake of laughter in her voice and absolutely failing at disguising the sparkle of delight in her eyes. "I just cannot believe that you confessed before I did. And under the mistletoe."

Allison can't even begin to comprehend the "before I did" part. She just laughs as well, shaking her head and faking a wince.

"Wow, of all the cliches," she jokes.

"Well, personally, I don't mind a cliche here and there," Lydia says, with a smile that makes Allison's breath catch in her throat.

She pushes it out and quickly draws in another, returning her smile as she says, "Neither do I."

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #allydia #allison x lydia #lydia x allison #allison argent #lydia martin #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#wonderdoves #so yed they may not be the Rarest pairing #but I love them and this was such a sweet prompt so once again Thank You!!#hope you enjoy!!

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itsbenedict · 3 years ago

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 11.5

What Does a Moth Sound Like?

A half-elf conwoman (and the moth tasked with keeping her out of trouble) travel the Jewel in search of, uh, whatever a fashionable accessory is pointing them at. [Campaign log]

Last time: the party returned to Barley to deal with a few loose ends while their hired muscle dealt with the biggest, scaliest loose end. Between that session and the next, we had a brief mini-session to wrap up one of said ends we'd left unwrapped- what exactly is up with the Kanthalga family?

(Also included: a conversational omake between Looseleaf and Saelhen, pictured courtesy of @drazelic, Looseleaf's player.)

After their encounter with Kensa, Oyobi tries to talk the party into going to the tower and helping the Deathseekers kill the dragon. Her brilliant plan of "stab it in the brain before it can cast any spells" has some flaws, though, and they patiently explain the plan's many flaws and strike a blow against Oyobi's sense of invincibility.

They also ask Malath a few questions, trying to get to the bottom of her odd discomfort with the idea of the dragon as a culprit and the presence of Deathseekers.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "When we spoke before, you asked us whether the dragon was green. I regret that I still cannot answer, as I have not seen it, or heard any news on the topic from the deathseekers. But you seemed... concerned that it might be a green dragon. Is there any reason that such a dragon might pose a particular threat to your town?" Benedict I. (GM): "Mmm. I don't know if you've heard, but... going on thirty years ago, there was a town to the east called Grain." "It was attacked by a green dragon, and the elders... as the dragon had words with them, they had to be remanded to the custody of their gods." Looseleaf: Oooh, that is harsh. Benedict I. (GM): "In the ensuing chaos, the miscreants who now inhabit Wheat set fire to the town and fled further east." "The survivors of the disaster fled west, and established Barley here." "If that same dragon still has its sights on our people, we could be in grave danger." "We refused to submit once, and it very nearly destroyed us."

As far as they can tell from their questioning, Malath isn't hiding any dark secret- she's just sort of a control freak, who's nervous that her control over the people might slip. Plus she's worried that if the dragon is provoked and comes to town, she- as the current elder in charge- might suffer the same fate as Grain's elders.

Saelhen... isn't satisfied with this. Something seems wrong about Malath Kanthalga- Thalath wouldn't try to enlist their help rescuing Kensa for no reason. She takes the party to the general store, in hopes of catching Kensa on her nightly delivery.

Kensa arrives as expected, but when she sees Saelhen there, she makes her delivery and tries to leave, rather than sit at the loom as is her custom. She seems afraid of Saelhen.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I don't intend to keep you from your work. Though I did have a question I wanted to ask you, dear. If you'll permit me one." Kensa Kanthalga: "...A question?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Of a sensitive nature, possibly. Something vouchsafed to me by... someone you might know." Kensa Kanthalga: She looks less afraid and more confused, now. And after thinking a moment... "...oh." She actually looks a little angry, now. "That makes sense." "He sent you, didn't he?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Okay, the conclusions she's reached here... may or may not be correct! "Under what I am starting to think may have been false pretenses." Kensa Kanthalga: "What did he tell you? Did he say I was being brainwashed?" "I don't need to be rescued from my duty by someone who abandoned his!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "More a very general concern for your person than anything --" Ah, there's the word that raises her hackles, duty.

Having somewhat misread the situation, Saelhen is unpleasantly surprised to find that Kensa seems just as devoted to the teachings of Diamode as Malath is, and has no interest in fleeing. She seems contemptuous of her older brother on the basis that, uh...

Well, the Goddess of Family, who's all about having kids and living a very prescribed sort of life path inside strict gender roles, is- as might be unsurprising- a bit of a homophobe. The party never met Thalath's boyfriend (who works the night shift at Wheatley Inn- they never stayed the night there), but there are several reasons why the place isn't popular with the locals.

Saelhen is caught kind of flat-footed here- she can tell something's still not quite right, but she doesn't have the kind of cultural context to unravel this level of baggage.

Luckily, she brought along an ersatz cleric of Diamode, and so... Orluthe is able to spot the missing piece of the puzzle.

Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe, in the back, has been looking increasingly uncomfortable. So far, he's had his stole and cap stowed away, so as not to be recognized as a cleric of Diamode. He's now taking them out and putting them on. "Hey, um, miss?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen... legitimately forgot he had those. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa turns and notices him- possibly for the first time. "Oh, ah- Mr., um..." Orluthe Chokorov: "Chokorov," he says. "I'm..." He holds up a hand, and points at a tiny circular scar around his pinky finger. "You have one of these, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks down at her hand, and you can see- yes, she has a matching scar. Saelhen du Fishercrown: Well. That's novel information about Orluthe. Religion check to... I mean, we know the finger-cutting thing. I guess a "what does this mean, it's not like these two have disowned anyone" check. 13 - RELIGION (2) Benedict I. (GM): With a 13, you know that only a parent needs to cut off their finger- but you're not sure what happens with sibling relationships. This might be something related- like you don't have to cut your finger off all the way? Some sort of signifier that the connection has been severed, though you don't know the finer doctrinal points. Orluthe Chokorov: "My older sister," he says. "Four years ago. We all had to get the mark." Kensa Kanthalga: "Wait, but..." Orluthe Chokorov: "You didn't want that to happen to you, too, right?" "You can't stand up to a power like that. You'd never win, right? If I tried to defend my sister, my parents would have two missing fingers." "You have to pretend, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: "Why... no, it's... I really...!" Orluthe Chokorov: "Feels that way, doesn't it? For a long time." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks terrified- like for the first time, someone's seen right through her. Orluthe Chokorov:"It's not a betrayal of your family- of your duty- to... have love." "There's nothing in Diamode's teachings about the mark, you know? Neither of us had to take it." Saelhen du Fishercrown: ...well. That's a... new consideration. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's on the verge of tears, looking like she's about to bolt. "N-no, I- I really... want to... I have to..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is right back to Steal This Child Town. "...wait, do you seriously mean that the finger-cutting thing came after the scripture?" Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe nods. "I mean, the finger-cutting is... it's a punishment. You're not supposed to disown your children. It's not like you can do it and then you lose the finger and then you're all square and it's fine." "And when parents scar their kids' fingers to make them share in a punishment for a sin they didn't commit... Diamode doesn't want that." "I should know," he says, gesturing to his vestments. Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...well. Thank you, Orluthe." Saelhen's face is hard. "I was previously under the impression that I had misunderstood a culture which is strange to me." "But now it sounds as if... I haven't, quite." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's makeup is starting to run. "What... what do you know? I- I wanted to... if I could've... I couldn't..." "What do you want with me?!" "I had to, okay? I have to!"

Orluthe having successfully exposed Kensa's fear and dissatisfaction with the situation, Saelhen proceeds to talk her around to trying to leave. It's pretty touch-and-go for a little bit, but Kensa's mind is made up when the party mentions that they're going to be passing through Corolos. Apparently, there's something there she really cares a lot about...?

So they're going to need a few days for Kensa to prepare to, uh, run away with a bunch of strangers. That's- this is technically kidnapping, right? This isn't something you should do in real life? This is kind of bad? Hm. Well.

Anyway, they've got some downtime here in Barley while the Deathseekers do their work and Kensa prepares to leave. And- well, later in the campaign, there was a flashback to this time period, so I'm going to cover that scene here.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: So: days in the past (but not many)... It's Cassie Zeishus's inn, and Saelhen is brushing up on her card tricks; she's let herself get rusty, just a bit, ever since she left... Well, since she got to Oyashio, anyway. She's cutting a borrowed deck at one of the inn's tables, downstairs, flicking cards from hand to hand, then up her giant poofy sleeves. Where's Looseleaf? Looseleaf: Probably sitting around outside, doing her whole 'fix-things-up' gimmick! After the early burst of things-to-fix, though, business has dried up a little. There's just not that many broken things left to fix that people need help with after a while! Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is... bored, she decides, for a reason. She can't evaluate how impressive her card tricks/cheating techniques are without a proper audience! She knows how they work already! So she leans out the door. "How goes the repair work?" Looseleaf: "It isnnnnn't," Looseleaf says back. "I think that there's not much repair work left in Barley at all!" "I've done too good a job and my business has dried up. This is why you never peddle perfect cures, innit." Abruptly, she gets up from the carpet she'd gotten Orluthe to roll out for her- the one from Lumiere's tower. "Boooored." She rolls it up. "I demand entertainment."

Saelhen decides to entertain Looseleaf by performing a card trick... and proceeds to roll a natural 1 on her sleight of hand check. She completely fucks it up, and Looseleaf- who had to be convinced to put money on the wager- earns herself a silver piece.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I lost the card." "So I'm going to have to replace that for Cassie. On account of her deck being a card short." "Your card, specifically." Looseleaf: "Hhhhokay." "Wow, you're actually serious, aren't you." "I thought this was still part of the bit, but, if you're serious, you know the card's on the underside of your shoe, right?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I just want to reassure you that I'm good at this, Looseleaf --" Looseleaf: "I thought you'd stepped on it because, y'know, part of the trick." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "No, I already checked there --" Saelhen finds the Hierophant stuck to her instep. There's a beat. Then she blushes furiously, in what looks like actual mortification. "Oh damn it." "I haven't done that since I was sixteen, what the hell..." Looseleaf: Looseleaf laughs. It doesn't sound like her usual laugh, and you can only tell it's a laugh because she's bowled over laughing. The actual sound of the laughter sounds like- trilling chirps with a hint of vibration, a distinctly insectile sound. "Oh gods," she says while somehow still laughing simultaneously, "that was- I'm so sorry about how much I'm laughing, Saelhen-" She's still moth-laughing. "Please understand that your status is no way diminished in my eyes and you are still every bit as much of the cool conwoman you always were in my eyes- oh my gods I'm going to die laughing."

Saelhen, intrigued, attempts to use her preternatural skill at impressions to try and copy the laughter, which Looseleaf finds freaky-deaky.

Looseleaf: "Yeah, if you really want to imitate mothspeech what you actually need are the standard instruments. Your throats are not cut out for the kinds of vibes we naturally talk with." "No offense- your throats are perfectly nice, I mean." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I'm aware my throat is lovely." "What do you mean, standard instruments? Some kind of... pipe, or flute, or something?" Looseleaf: "The Standard Instruments," she says, this time with an intonation so that Saelhen can tell it's words with Capitalized Letters, "are... sort of like a flute, yeah, except instead of working like a woodwind it's more like, a bunch of little flutes with flaps of springy metal at the end, so when you blow through the flute the flaps vibrate and you get a sound that's way closer to the range of sounds we make, and it doesn't hurt your throat nearly as much. The Standard Instruments for imitation mothspeech." "Alternatively, if you knew spirit magic, we could have just taken you to the Archive of the Ever-Living Voice, but that's not really an option..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen attempts to imagine this. "So, ten harmonicas glued together." Looseleaf: "Yeah pretty much." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...that last comment sounded alarmingly practical, in its concerns, Looseleaf." "Are you proposing to teach me, here?" Looseleaf: "How dare you imply that I would ever let slip the magical secrets of my people to an outsider who knows nothing of our ways or our culture why I am absolutely offended and ha ha I'm just messing around." "If you want to learn mothspeech," Looseleaf hesitates for a moment. "...Well, we should get started by trying to put together, as you put it, ten harmonicas!" "...Does this town have harmonicas?" Benedict I. (GM): This town totally has harmonicas.

So it looks like Looseleaf is going to be teaching Saelhen the language of the mothfolk!

Looseleaf hesitates, though. "...You know, learning mothspeech is- well, it's not likely to be useful, you know?" "There's, like, no chance you're ever going to get to really put it into use with anybody other than me." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...it is a bit obscure, isn't it?" Saelhen looks contemplative for a moment... then cracks a grin. "Which means that absolutely no one will know when I insult them." "Beyond their range of hearing, even! Oh that'll be such an easy way to blow off steam, dear, I love it."

After a shopping trip to assemble the device that substitutes for having moth mouthparts, they have a nice time bonding over linguistics. Building the thing is tricky, but... Saelhen gets a good roll!

Looseleaf:"...Y'know, trying to reverse-engineer an instrument just from how you saw it once is... more difficult than I thought it would be." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen expertly pulls two pieces together. "This and this, yes?" Looseleaf: "Yeah, make sure you leave extra length on the tubes- I don't know exactly how long they have to be so we might have to cut them down a little to fit... The day continues. Looseleaf teaches Saelhen a whole plethora of fun insults in mothspeech. Things like, "You must have had a hole in your cocoon while you were pupating, because your brain clearly leaked out during your metamorphosis." "Remind me what instar you are again?" And, her favorite of all, a surprisingly terse noun that apparently translates to "immature child who sticks two feathers on their forehead and thinks that means they have the antennae of an adult."

Saelhen manages to nail the pronunciation pretty quickly, and adds Mothfolk to her list of languages.

The conversation turns to Elvish (Looseleaf is shocked to learn that Oyobi has been being rude this entire time!), and Saelhen's upbringing in Kanzentokai.

Looseleaf is shocked by Saelhen's quick mastery of the language- and of Tabaxi, and Halfling, which are apparently languages she speaks.

Eventually, Looseleaf decides to make a wager with Saelhen. The stakes: if Looseleaf can fool Saelhen with a card trick of her own, Saelhen has to teach her Thieves' Cant. If she loses, she'll have to tell Saelhen how she did the trick- a standard "is this your card" situation.

Saelhen gets a 21, and Looseleaf then has to explain that she was able to track the card via... spirit-linking. Which she then has to explain she's been doing to the bracer.

Looseleaf: "I'm trying to use this as a, uh, lighthearted segue, to confess to the fact that I've soooorta actually had a tracking magic thing set on you, like, since we met." "I'm hoping that's not, un- discomforting for you, since you said, you liked the whole suspicion thing I had?" "But, yeah, uh, I was totally suspicious of you the whole time, and my first response to seeing someone I pegged as a conwoman trying to con the university out of a magic item was, to, put a tracker on the magic item." "Which is that bracer. I know the position of that bracer, at all times, as long as it's within ten miles of me; further than that, and I know the direction it is relative to me." "I'm coming clean because- well, I guess, we're friends now actually, and you should know about the fact that I'm technically tracking your movements. And also because I want to give you the option to tell me to fuck off with that shit, if you want to." "I think that keeping the tracker's still a good idea, on a practical level, though, because of the, uh, use-case, where, a scary badguy chops your arm off to take the bracer, like that way we could still get your arm back and get the bracer back and I'm also rambling because I'm nervous that this is the end of our friendship aha." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen has gone very still. Like the hackles-up bristling from earlier, except... a lot less movement. "......" Looseleaf: "Look, if you want me to turn it off I'll turn it off!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: And then she very deliberately settles back into motion, with barely even a little bit of shaking hands! Deep deep breath. "...you make a good point. "About the, bracer tracking." "I am..." "Fine, with it." Looseleaf: "Iiii am not convinced you are fine. You seem like you are in fact very emotionally distraught about it," Looseleaf says with caution. "I could... put a tracker on something that's not the bracer, for you to hold, of your own volition?" "Really, at this point, I'm less scared of you running off with the bracer, and more scared of something happening to you because of the bracer." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...with a condition." "Which is that you do not tell anyone that you can track things, or, if you have to reveal your hand, that you don't tell anyone that you can find me." Looseleaf: "...You don't want to be found, by... something or someone that wants to find you?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "In general, no." "...I'll tie something around the bracer. Or place a coin between my skin and its surface, or something. You can track that." Looseleaf: "Okay. I'll try my best to not tell anybody about my ability to find you. Except unless I have very good reason to believe that, I dunno, a dragon has abducted you and if I don't find help for you then you're dead, or something like that. Is that fine?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "That would be fine, thank you. And I forgive you for... the initial... situation."

It seems... Saelhen really doesn't want to be found, by someone. I wonder who?

Still, the two of them manage to talk the issue over like adults, and grow closer as friends- so that means everything is probably fine, there's no secrets anymore, and absolutely nothing else is going to go wrong in the town of Barley.

NEXT TIME: END OF DAYS!!! HOMICIDAL INTENT!!! THE SINISTER MACHINATIONS OF THE SHADOW-MAYOR OF WHEAT!!!

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There's a new lesson that I can't get to, so I'm going to you!

-35 Anon

Ahhhh??? I absolutely loved this lesson? It's a mostly mammon focused lesson (thanks to all the other brothers nearly dying) with angel backstory/hierarchy added in!????? I'm bouncing off the walls

LESSON 43 SPOILERS

It starts the next day after Solomon nearly kills MC with Mammon waking up looking for breakfast while complaining about the sun (fair enough) he gets annoyed when no one else is up, breakfast is not made and MC is the only one he finds. MC (with what I can only presume is a ridiculous eyebrow wiggle) says 'guess it's just you and me huh?....all alone....' Mammon blushes and says 'that literally cannot be the first thing I hear from you in the morning you're gonna give me a boner' (he actually says something like 'yeah...but don't say sweet, romantic stuff to me first thing in the morning cause you're gonna get me excited')

Mammon complains about the others sleeping in late and says he's gonna not so gently wake them up (this shit validates my HC that Mammon's an early bird and I dunno it just makes me happy) Mammon, with MC trailing behind him, goes to find his brothers. Lucifer is still asleep in his room, Mammon says this is probably a sign pointing to the beginning of the end, Lucifer says 'actually I'm dying cause the scent and flavour of Solomon's food bubbled up in the middle of the night so I'm going the fuck to sleep good night'. Satan wonders what exactly Solomon's food is cause it was able to not have an effect for hours and then suddenly come up again to kill them - he then passes out. Belphie is by Beel's bedside screaming at him to not go into the light, Mammon wonders if maybe Beel's just dying of hunger and Beel says there's no way in hell he's gonna eat anything and Mammon calls Beel out on being an imposter, Beel collapses on the bed and Belpie laments the fact that Beel's dying and that there's nothing he can do. Mammon says 'ugh bro you look like ya gonna die too' and Belphie says 'yeah well i feel like I'm gonna die ever since i ate some custard as a midnight snack and actually maybe it wasn't custard...maybe it was some weird as dessert solomon made cool cool cool i'm gonna pass out too'. Beel says 'Me too' and mammon wonders about the power behind Solomon's cooking. Levi I'm assuming is dead cause no matter how much Mammon pounded on his door and asked him to say something there was no reply so RIP. Asmo blames Mammon for getting sick, cause the bottled water Mammon brought for Asmo when he asked for it the previous night was probably some weird concoction Solomon made. Apparently Asmo's been hearing things ever since he drank it. He also despairs not being able to go the cafe with MC before collapsing on his bed. Mammon considers the fact that Solomon's food should probably be classified as a lethal weapon. Later in the corridor Mammon says that it seems like MC and Mammon are the only ones who came outta this unharmed but like MC nearly died the previous night so what the fuck is your stomach made out of Mammon!? When MC asks this he says he has no fucking clue either but it looks like their entire fridge is now a nuclear waste dump and that they should probably go get some food and medicine (you know these idiots are never gonna return and the others are gonna die).

They go to the Angel's Halo but it's still closed and they decide to come back later, MC ever the opportunist says 'hey ik your brothers are like dying rn and that sucks but ugh wanna make this a date?' And Mammon who has to live with 6 others who are in love with the same person as him and are constant cockblocks says 'shit yeah them being on death's door will probably be the only time we can spend time together without the others breathing down our necks, guess we gotta actually thank -the devs and their massive soft spot for Mammon- Solomon'. Mammon tells MC stories about the other times the brothers were sick, smiling about how they always take things to the extreme (levi had a slight fever and freaked out and turned Henry into Lotan, Asmo had a cold and all his fans came to the house to take care of him and it turned into a party). He says since they are in the human world now they wouldn't have to worry about anything too crazy...then he ruins it by basically saying 'probably'. They go to buy medicine with Lucifer's credit card. MC can ask him how he got it and he'll say it's fine cause they'll just buy food and medicine and only a few things for himself. Or MC can say 'yeah but would medicine actually help?' and Mammon will say 'good point considering it's Solomon's food but we might as well throw some pepto bismol at it and hope for the best.' While heading to the market, Mammon starts blushing about how MC and him heading to the market to buy groceries for dinner sorta feels like something newlyweds would do and hwuidhqowsho8ef7ydjb I'M SCREECHING!? Look me in the eye and tell me this man doesn't have a whole ass colour coded wedding planner aihdhwgdxugz he probably started making it a week after meeting MC. So they head to the market and I shit you not I screamed cause the butcher WHO FUCKING GAVE ADVICE TO MC & BEEL ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP calls out to MC. LOOK I joked about this happening last time but I didn't actually think it would???? and not this fast either! I thought i was gonna have to write a fic about this poor Butcher but solmare's really just giving it to me for free huh? When the butcher greets MC Mammon asks if he knows them and the butcher says that they stopped by the previous day (and look this part is kinda silly and self indulgent but some random as butcher just casually using they/them pronouns made me so happy???). The butcher then asks what the occasion is and if MC is inviting their friend to a party. Mammon, sweet beautiful Mammon goes word for word "Friend? Me? Nah, nah, I ain't just a friend. The two of us LIVE together." Bro at this point I'm in actual tears just imagining this whole scenario. the butcher stutters out an "Ah, I...I see..." MC has a horrid flashback to the previous day of the butcher happily giving them relationship advice for Beel. The Butcher and MC just silently stare at each other for a sec before MC goes "um so yeah ik that happened yesterday but see this one is the one I'm actually serious about." Mammon goes "hey!? wtf who's the OTHER one!?" Then to the poor butcher says "listen up, Me & MC are a THING, got it? so yeah MC's gonna show up with not one, not two but with six other hot guys at some point who are all gonna act like they're a couple BUT it doesn't mean anything got it!? Specially if 'it's a real evil, sinister-lookin' dude with a huge ego and a heart as black as night' that guy especially doesn't mean shit to MC". The butcher says "o-okay". Anyway I desperately need this to be a running gag. Mammon later in really happy that the butcher thought they were a couple and living together and then Mammon who I'm 100% certain at this point has his and MC's entire lives together planned out starts blushing and sighing and saying how he really wishes it was just the two of them living together, sleeping in the same room (bruh I think it's implied enough to assume you already do this half the time), spending the whole day together and staying by each other's sides and how just the thought of all that is nice enough that he can't fight a smile. MC's stomach, much to mammon's dismay, ruins his daydreams by reminding everyone that they haven't had breakfast yet. They decide rather than waiting for the cafe to open to go get something to eat.

They decide to stop at a deli with a line of customers and I think I said this in my answer to your previous ask but I kinda just assumed Mammon would be the most comfortable in the human world and how it was kinda shown when they went to get pizza and later Asmo's dessert that he was able to act the most normal and actually noted when the others were acting weird and tried to reign them in. And that it was probably cause of how much he went to the human world for the witches and MC actually brings it up! They can either say that he seems pretty at home in the human world and he says something like 'oh? I'm just acting like I normally would' or they can ask him if he eats at delis a lot and he says that whenever he gets hungry while he's in the human world for the witches he'll stop at a deli cause it's easy. He kinda gets a sad look while talking about the witches and for once MC gets to turn the tables and be the jealous one. They can ask him if he has pacts with anyone besides them and he says 'no obviously not, do you think I went around making pacts with random people' ....except MC was a random person when he made a pact with them and I've always thought Mammon started getting a crush after making a pact but do you think he was kinda subconsciously curious even prior to it despite how much he tried to get rid of them? MC can also say "witches, huh...?" And mammon goes 'jyggfsdyugadsyu wait are you actually jealous!?" he then leughs, calls MC a dummy and asks how they could be jealous of the witches. AND!! this part made me so happy cause they only mentioned it once before in the main storyline but it was important enough that they had a whole backstory UR card for it and I was wondering if they'd bring it up now since they were in the human world - mammon gets all sad and says there's a reason he can't refuse the witches. he kinda hesitates around telling them that he borrowed some money, and they took over some of his debts and "...And some other stuff, too" (Me, banging my fists on the table: SHOW ME HIS CHILD SOLMARE! PLS! LET MC HAVE A DAUGHTER! or at least give me a name) MC asks if Lucifer knows about this, Mammon says he probably does cause lucifer's his big brother and you can't keep any secrets from your big brother. then he sighs and says he wishes he could live in the human world forever cause he wouldn't have to listen to lucifer's lectures anymore. He seems to realise what exactly he implied cause he goes silent and starts blushing and starts stuttering through saying that what he actually means is that if MC really wants him to stay with them then he might be willing to. They're interrupted by customers talking about a rumour that drinking coffee from the new cafe would make the person you have a crush on fall madly in love with you so obviously Mammon says fuck the deli and drags MC away to the cafe. MC sighs about Mammon being really easy to read. Mammon seems to finally remember that he's supposed to be a tsundere and says him suddenly wanting coffee has nothing to do with the rumour so don't you dare think that and it's not like he's gonna chug their coffee just so MC would fall madly in love with him. MC quite literally goes 'no you' and says well sure you won't chug the coffee but i will and then you'll fall madly in love with me. Mammon, blushing and stuttering, says 'okay but you gotta warn me before saying stuff like that cause it could literally kill me also wtf 'I'm sorta ALREADY madly in love with you...' if you make me fall any harder we're both screwed." He then walks into Luke.

Luke looks adorable!??????????? Before realising who it is Mammon snaps at him to watch where he's going and then goes speechless. Luke says he saw a couple arguing and came to check it out cause they looked like trouble (can't believe Simeon sent a child to scope out a suspicious couple screaming in the middle of the sidewalk about who loves the other the most). Mammon takes offense at the arguing comment and Luke brushes him off to instead talk to Mc about not seeing them in a long time. Mammon snaps at being brushed off and Luke just completely ignores him to hug MC and keep talking about how it's really MC. Mammon does he whole 'no hugging, no getting close, no staring I don't want your germs on MC' routine. MC ignores him and tells Luke that they really missed him, Luke says he missed them too and that actually he missed MC 100X whatever amount they missed him and that he planned on getting in touch with them but the grand opening had them busy. Inside the cafe they meet Simeon who is happily surprised that MC and Mammon are their first customers but that they aren't supposed to open yet. MC asks them what the cafe is about and they say it's a cover for them while they are in the human world and when MC then asks them why they're here Simeon says that Michael appointed him to coordinate relations between the human world and celestial realm. MC and Mammon's stomachs start growling loud enough to resemble Beel's and Simeon offers them breakfast when they remember they haven't eaten. MC catches them up on what's happened and Luke and Simeon laugh about MC now officially being the brothers' babysitter. Mammon says that the angels are really starting to get on his nerves and what they really came for was the coffee that everyone's talking about.

Simeon says that it's just a stupid rumour. MC says but wouldn't it be good for business. Simeon says yeah but since the cafe is just a cover they don't really care about making money and that as angels marketing under a false advertisement is something he can't condone. mammon asks how a rumour like that started and Simeon says that a girl had accidentally walked into the cafe thinking it was some other place and he had given her a free cup of coffee just to see if their new brew tasted good. the girl had later had unexpected, dramatic good luck in her romantic life and had spread the rumour. MC asks if this means Simeon has cupid like powers. Simeon says that he doesn't have that kind of powers, though some angels do. Luke says that angels possess powers from the moment they are born but like humans who are good at some things and bad at others, certain angels can only do certain things with their powers and that angels are assigned a rank based on how skilled they are at what they can do. Simeon's an archangel. Archangels serve as warriors in the celestial realm. And this is really interesting cause it means that Simeon actually fought against the brothers during the war and was not just a passive bystander. It also means Mammon was probably an archangel cause of his 'warrior' card and probably the only archangel from his brothers considering they don't have similar cards. Mammon teases Luke about just being a lower level grunt and Luke says that's still just in training and in the process of determining what he's good at meaning he's not been assigned a rank yet. Simeon says that since Michael expects great things from Luke that'll be really successful. Mammon teases Luke about how if he works hard and aims for the stars he might one day be on the top - a seraph (If this is the highest rank does this mean that's what Michael and Lucifer were?). Luke says that he's actually hoping to be a principality, which mammon laughs about. Simeon finally serves breakfast and talks about wanting to find a way to squash the rumour. MC offers to help and Mammon (rightfully) calls them out on sticking their nose where it doesn't belong again and says he's not gonna help unless they offer to pay him in gold. MC uses puppy dog eyes. It's super effective. Man actually starts blushing and panting and gasping before he gives up and agrees to help. pls sir there's a child here. Simeon calls out Mammon for being a hopeless simp (he actually just says "You really do adore Mc, don't you Mammon?") Luke says MC and Mammon are fucking disgusting and if he watches another second of this BS he's gonna hurl.

while brainstorming about how exactly they are gonna spread a rumour about the first rumour not being true Mammon says that if people saw a couple drink the coffee and instantly break up it might work but hahah it's not like you have one of those. Simeon thinks it's a brilliant idea. MC agrees and Mammon who has probably never been complimented for his plans combusts before pulling it together and puts on his confident narcissistic persona. Luke and Simeon eye up MC and Mammon as their potential couple. Mammon refuses cause he doesn't want to fight with MC even if it's just an act. Simeon offers for their breakfast to be on the house if Mammon agrees and Mammon says he already assumed it was (I mean so did I...). MC says they would really like Mammon to be their partner for this and obviously he instantly blushes and caves in. Luke calls MC out on being a manipulative little shit. Simeon asks MC and Mammon to practice a breakup before the customers come. MC can either start with 'there's something I want to tell you...' - Mammon asks if that's the way they are gonna start and then gets sad and asks them to reconfirm if this is actually an act. or they can start with 'ugh! I can't take it anymore!', and mammon gets shocked and then sad cause he says that since there are so many things wrong with him he can't decide what they are upset about and HOLY SHIT can we get this man some therapy!????? MC gets to pick one outta three problems. 1. He needs to return what he borrowed from them - he says he will eventually. 2. he needs to stand up to lucifer for once - he says he would if he could but each time he tries lucifer just gets worse. 3. he needs to just come out and admit he loves them - he blushes and says not in front of the angels and that he'll do it when they are alone. He then growls and says he has complaints too and that there's a lot he wants to say. he then starts dishing out actual grievances while Simeon and luke awkwardly watch. Luke says something along the lines of 'uhh i don't think he's acting anymore'. Mammon while blushing and sad says that MC is always flirting with others, and asks why they stay up gaming with levi all night, or why they let Asmo touch them all the time, and why they let Belphie sleep on their lap without offering Mammon to do so, And how he absolutely hates the way they lock eyes with Lucifer and just smile and how he doesn't even want them to breathe in front of Lucifer and can we pls talk about the complex Mammon has regarding Lucifer? Lucifer really just took all his trauma and daddy issues and passed it on to his kids huh? Mammon again while blushing says he wants nothing to do with someone like MC and that it's over he then tries to growl at them but he fails cause "Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you, MC! And I'll NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!" and god this man is so soft my insides are melting i can't deal with this shit. Simeon sighs about Mammon being useless ((((Probably while Mammon and MC cling on to each other and cry about having to fake break up with each other i dunno they're both pretty useless))))

Since the whole fake breakup thing failed the cafe is packed and Simeon has MC and Mammon working for him during the rush. Satan and Beel end up walking in, when MC asks them how they are doing they both say they are better. Satan had found a curse that ended up transferring all his illness to someone he hates (RIP Lucifer i guess) and Beel's stomach is strong enough that he got over it quicker than the rest. Despite insisting they're only here as paying customers Simeon puts them to work with a sweet smile and a dark purple aurora reminiscent of Lucifer's and a flash of lightening (I love how they keep revealing that Simeon is secretly terrifying) with the reasoning that the cafe is flooded cause Mammon couldn't fake breakup with MC and as Mammon's brothers it's their duty to help out. Beel cries about having to work without being given to eat but is too terrified to actually protest. Mammon suggests MC and him sneaking away now that Satan and Beel are there, MC gives their best impression of Lucifer yelling Mammon (which considering it's previously fooled both Beel and Mammon is probably really good) and he gets back to work

back in their sitting room at home the four of them are beat, though Beel is happy considering he ate all the BLT sandwiches Simeon gave them as payment. Satan says it's a surprise to see the angels here and Mammon tells them about how Michael wants them to coordinate relations between the human world and celestial realm, Satan says that's sus cause that's usually a job for dominions not archangels and that it probably means that Michael is planning something. Mammon says "so you mean he's plotting something again?" . MC can ask about Michael from 1. Mammon - He says he's a demon masquerading as an angel. And that the punishments he gave Mammon gave him shiver, though Satan says that Mammon earned those punishments. Still doesn't excuse the fact that an angel was able to deliver punishments that can still make a demon who had to survive with Lucifer's punishments shiver... 2. Satan - Satan says that back then he was still just a part of Lucifer and could only see the world through Lucifer's eyes. He says that Michael was everything that humans imagine an angel to be and more and that he had a certain presence about him. Beel says the same could be said about Lucifer. 3. Beel - he said he smelled tasty.......like sweets. Mammon says that he was always eating sweet stuff. Mammon says that Michael was A LOT like Lucifer. Satan says that while they were the polar opposite in terms of appearance it felt like they were twins. Mammon says that Michael was crazy about Lucifer (I mean he still has a weird shrine for him so yeah...) and that he really cared about lucifer. Satan says that it's cause Lucifer embodied everything Michael wasn't but wished to be and that he projected himself onto lucifer. Beel says they should probably open up an umbrella. Mammon goes wtf and Beel says cause it's raining. Mammon goes 'bro wtf we're inside'. Satan goes 'actually wait no I'm getting wet'. MC notes a leak in the ceiling, above which is Asmo's bathroom. They've been in this Mansion for little over a week and it's already leaking...

That's the end of the lesson. I'll post screenshots of Luke and Simeon's outfits in a bit. Cause they've been talking about Michael's appearance and personality and cause at the end of the last season he told MC he'll meet them soon do you think we'll actually get to see him? Is it bad that the angels scare me more than the demons? Since they brought up the witches while in the human world do you think we'll get to meet them/have more backstory? hdgudysidhzsjb I loved this lesson and I have so many questions that need to be answered... Let me know what you think!

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