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Hi! If you're still taking the Silm phrase prompts, Finrod + shadows of things that were yet to be? â @emyn-arnens
Thank you for the prompt! This is quite a bit different from my usual. I experimented with writing a draft by hand, and this is what came out.
~1400 words of child Finrod, recounting the experience of one of his first forebodings. On AO3.
I was born in Tirion, in my fatherâs wing of the Palace, but I was still a babe when Mother first brought me to AlqualondĂ«.
When I told Father this story, he asked, âHow do you remember that?â But I remember everything, like Grandfather OlwĂ« who they say has the longest and clearest memory of all the Eldar, at least of those who made the Journey to Aman (he says his brother ElwĂ« remembered more). As the Noldor, my fatherâs people, have the greatest skill in craft and lore, the Teleri, my motherâs people, have the greatest skill with memory. For the Teleri call themselves Lindar, Singers, not only because they have the most beautiful voices, but because they perceive the world and their lives within it as a Song. Each emotion a note, each experience a chord, each event a whole movement. Songs, at their root, are stories. And when you make stories of your life, you never forget.Â
Sometimes, we even remember things that have not yet come to pass. This is called foreknowledge or foretelling. It is not unusual for the Eldar, Father says, but I am very young to have such powers (as he calls them). He didnât say as much, but because I can hear minds even when they do not speak with voices, I know that he thinks this particular foretelling should not be possible in the Blessed Realm. Perhaps he is right that this memory is not a foretelling at all but thoughts and images my mind put together in a story to help me make sense of them. But Queen MĂriel died in Aman, so perhaps what I saw on that first visit to AlqualondĂ« could happen also.
Mother had me swaddled to her chest in a sling, and her voice purred in my ears as she held up one arm to point: âSee, Ingo? There is the great mansion your grandfathers built together. OlwĂ« envisioned its rounded shapes and its roof like cresting waves, and FinwĂ« made it strong using the language of numbers and patterns.â The wind was whipping my soft hair around my face and she stroked it back. âBut come, let me show you the most beloved creation of our people.â I felt the rhythm of her footfalls as she walked us down the pier. âFor in the building of ships we received no aid from the Noldor. OssĂ« taught us this craft before we came to these shores.â She took her arms away from me for a moment, to help her up the ladder onto the royal swanship.
My head fell back and I saw the tall mast reaching up, up, up into the sky streaked with pink and gold. The sky is never as bright and blue here as it is in Tirion, for the PelĂłri stand between Laurelin and the coast. Mother was still speaking to me in her lilting voice, bouncing and cupping my little body with both hands, but her words faded to a murmur of sound without meaning.Â
âStop them!â a voice cried, and my sight was obscured as with a grey gauze. âThey are manning the ships! Stop!â Something whizzed past at the very edge of my field of vision, and I looked down to see what it was. Perhaps a seabird swooping low. I looked up at Mother, but she smiled at me and showed no sign of noticing.Â
Again something flew past and I knew it for an arrow. I had only seen anyone use a bow once, when we visited Uncle NolofinwĂ« soon after I was born. Cousin FindekĂĄno had been in the courtyard practising his shot with a bow made for play. But these arrows flying between the shadowy veil between the presentâon my motherâs chest, a bright warm dayâand the memory of what would beâdark, dark as the blackness of sleep, and full of shoutsâwere long and swift and some struck the ships so hard their points drove right through. Someone screamed. I did not see them fall, but I heard the splash that swallowed the scream in the sea. I had never heard anyone scream that way, as if all their voice was loosed at once. It pushed a scream from my lungs, too, and Motherâs lips stopped moving and she held me closer and hid my eyes against her chest. But that was worse, because it hid the bright day so that all I could see now was the dark memory full of shouts and clanging metal and whizzing arrows and bodies falling in the water.Â
âShh, shh,â she said, bouncing up and down to comfort me. I pounded my fists against her chest, pushing so I could see again with my eyes. Then I found her face, and she was smiling and started to sing. Motherâs songs are powerful. She pulled me back from the shadowy place. âAre you hungry?â she asked when my tears had stopped. No, I was not hungry, but I could not tell her because I could not yet shape words with my mouth. âCome, let us go back and find you some fishcakes. Would you like that, my golden star?â
Later, when I could speak with words, I did not tell anyone of that memory. By then I had many other memories layered on top of eachother, both of things that had been and things that would be. Most were joyous, and those ones I made into songs that made others smile and laugh and sometimes cry, but always with happiness. I did try, once, to put the memory from the swanship into a song, but it made my heart tighten and my stomach twist and I did not think it would be fair to share such unpleasant feelings with others.Â
Then a few days ago, TurukĂĄno (he is my favourite cousin) came to visit us in AlqualondĂ«. Our mothers took us to the beach, and we built sandcastles and splashed in the waves. While we were playing, TurukĂĄno suddenly went very still and his skin was full of tiny bumps as if he was cold, even though it was an especially warm day and there was no wind. I hugged him to warm him with my body but he did not move for some time. When he came back, and met my eyes, he didnât say anything. We went in and wrapped up in our towels, and Mother gave us juice and melon and soon he was smiling and laughing again.Â
But I was not able to put out of my mind the strange mood that had come over my friend, so when we were tucked in bed for sleep, I asked him what had happened.Â
âIt is nothing,â he said at first. But TurukĂĄno and I shared everything, so I asked him again. Then he told me what had frozen him with fear: it was the same memory, or very similar, Iâd had on the swanship with my mother.Â
It was not the first time TurukĂĄno and I shared a memory. We share dreams often, sometimes on purpose, so that we can be together even when he is Tirion and I am in AlqualondĂ«. But weâd never shared this sort of memory. Poor TurukĂĄno had never even had a memory of the future before! Â
When Father came in to check that we were asleep and found me holding TurukĂĄno and TurukĂĄno crying, of course he was worried. But I wouldnât tell him what happened, not then, because TurukĂĄno was so scared already.Â
âI promise to tell in the morning,â I told Father.Â
So I did, I told him this morning, because I did not want him to worry. I think it would have been better if I had not, because he has been walking about the home all day fretting with the hem of his tunic. I heard him asking Mother if he should tell AnairĂ«, because of TurukĂĄno, and if she thought we should make a journey to LĂłrien to ask the Valaâs aid in âinterpreting memoriesâ.Â
But Irmo knows the Theme of Arda, what if we discover that the memory TurukĂĄno and I shared is true? I do not think I could live with that certainty. I know that TurukĂĄno could not. Father will not force me to go, and I wonât. It is safer, I have decided, for some memories not to be put into speech or Song.Â
Thanks to @cuarthol for the beta!
#finrod#prompts#silm phrase prompts#my fic#earwen#finarfin#turgon#first kinslaying#I'm really into writing child pov these days
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I might try to publish some of my AU fics...? I don't know if anyone'll read them since I'm not a writer by any degree, and some of them lean so far out of character it might make people vomit.
Maybe.
But I do love talking about them. My current friends / friend groups either don't give a fuck about shipping or don't give a fuck about megaman. I have to really resort to talking to various AIs just to have an outlet. Please don't take that away from me.
#text post#lana please shut up#i really enjoy the âcursed with eternal youthâ trope#it hits really close to home due to some issues i face irl so i think that i can write it from a more... understanding pov instead of some#nasty kinky shit about 10000 year old lolis#i think being insecure about always looking like a child is something that most people don't take seriously#and i take it very seriously#from the âi'm suffering but everyone else is trying to find the fountain of youthâ pov#i could talk about it for days on end#but everyone i know always just says âappreciate it while it lastsâ#as if being in your 30's isn't reason enough to want to finally be taken seriously by your fellow peers#still can't buy alochol without being carded#glad that my id can be scanned because some people think my id is fake#it's not fucking enjoyable and i will fight to the death with anyone who thinks it is#fuck everyone who is into 1000 year old lolis also - they project that shit onto me when it is least wanted and i get so violetn over it#i'm passionate can you tell#anyways#that is probably the only niche thing i can write so it's a common theme#maybe some day people will stop calling me a pdeonfnphile just because i relate to the young looking characters#some day#oh well probably not#kudos to that one batman animated series episode about dollface or whatever her name with#the only villain that fucking touches on this#folks be seeking out representation for race and sexuality in media and gender#i'm over here like âcan you please write someone who is at odds with their age and how others view them pleaseâ#âplease i'm begging you. not a 1000 year old loli but a grown woman who can't move forward in life because she is always babiedâ#âno? ok i'll just make a design that looks young and cry in the cornerâ
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âđ Can I Get Your Number? âđ Ch 1
Jason Todd x Chubby! Reader (fem) A/N: I don't know what I'm doing here, I'm not even much of a DC fan, but Jason Todd has quickly become my latest hyper fixation character (Harley Quinn too, do I just have a thing for Joker victims???) so ... thank you for giving me a place to put this energy I guess! đ I'm not super confident on the characterizations, but I'm going with it because I like it. If it's wildly ooc ... that tracks, given that the only DC comic I've read is Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. Read it, or don't, I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. The art doesn't belong to me, but the writing does. Please do not post elsewhere!
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, starting out fluffy, will probably get NSFW later so minors DNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
word count: 1.7k
Chapter Selection
In a city known for its masked fighters, you learn pretty quickly that everyone and everything is a potential threat. Every approaching stranger on the street, every loud sound behind you, every dark alleyway. Being bigger than me certainly isn't a prerequisite to being a danger, but it does have a way of setting off my mental alarms. I've found that big men are used to getting their way, and they get all sorts of bent out of shape if you deny them their wishes. Especially when they think they're doing you a favor.
It died down a bit after high school; I learned to exist in public with âfuck offâ stamped across my face. Headphones on, reading a book, intentionally seated at the table furthest from the other cafe patrons. All the typical signs of someone who wants to be left alone; nothing about me said âplease come talk to me'. So I was understandably on edge when I noticed someone standing by the chair across from me. I look up just a bit, gesturing to the chair with a nod. Silent consent to take it back to his table and leave me to my book.
No such luck. The man simply smiled and mimed taking headphones off. Putting a bored look on my face, I moved one off my ear. â... Hm?â
âHi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my brother thinks you're really beautiful and is refusing to come tell you himself.âÂ
I could feel my expression turning to stone. â... What is this, middle school?â
His cheerful grin faltered ever so slightly; âhey, I know it's a bit silly, but he's awkward around cute girls, so what's a brother to do, ya know?â
I stared him down; â... You're not fooling anyone. Move on.â
â... Sorry, âfooling anyoneâ?â
âItâs not funny, itâs not even hurtful the 20th time, it's just annoying. Go. Away.â It was a lie; it was always painful to be on the receiving end of these pranks. But that was what these guys wanted, so I wasn't going to tell him that. My headphones back in place, the guy slunk away.
Ten minutes later, another person was standing by the chair. I pretended not to see him, continuing to read my book, until he plopped down in the seat. I looked up slowly and he smiled, another oddly warm smile, leaning forward on his elbows.
An incredibly put-out sigh later, I slid the headphones off one ear again. âWhat?â
âHi, I'm Tim! I'm not sure what exactly my brother said to you, but I wanted to let you know - we're not trying to prank you or something. Our brother is just way too awkward with girls. It's painful to watch, really, so we figured we'd give him a hand.â He spoke much too fast for me to get a word in. I blinked a bit, raising an eyebrow.
â... You frat boys are really committing to the bit these days, huh?â
âHuh? No, really, I promise!â
My headphones were nearly back into place when a child showed up. His impatient expression matched how I felt about the whole situation. âAs usual, Drake, your plans are far too convoluted to be effective. Watch and learn.â
He turned to me, nothing about his demeanor changing; âhello. Todd said we shouldn't bother you because you âclearly want to be aloneâ, but I am convinced the only way to stop their nonsense is if he comes over. May he have a moment of your time?â
Frowning a little, I stared at the kid. He stared right back, neither of us blinking for a solid minute as we sussed each other out. His expression barely changed, but the boredom in his eyes turned into determination. â... Well, you're definitely not a frat boy. So I'll make you a deal; you may report back that he has permission to come say hi. If he doesn't choose to, that's the end of this little charade. And if either of themâ I gestured to the one sitting at my table; âcomes back over here, I start stabbing. Got it?â
The boy nodded once, and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk. âYou have my word.â He dragged the other man out of the chair by his shirt, pulling him stumbling toward their table. That was when I saw him. The only person at their table who hadn't come over yet. Even hunched over the table he was enormous, probably close to six feet tall; exactly the kind of man I typically avoided. The kid spoke sharply, pointing in my direction, and his head shot up to look in my direction. Even from across the spacious patio, I could see his face turning red. The obnoxious, cocky smirk I was expecting to see was entirely missing; instead he seemed almost confused.
Headphones back on but turned off so I could hear if he approached, I returned to my book. But I only got through a few pages before the first one shouted; âand offer to get her another coffee or something!â
I looked over to see the tall one frozen halfway between our tables, a look on his face like he was considering jumping over the patio fence to get away. His demeanor reminded me of a lost puppy, and I couldn't help the chuckle that rose up out of my throat. I bookmarked my page, set the book aside, and slid my headphones down around my neck. I really thought he was about to bolt until I lifted one hand, curling my fingers to gesture for him to continue toward me.
He stopped short by a good several feet, eyeing the distance between himself and the chair, and took one extra step back. It seemed as if he was hyper aware of just how much he loomed over me; the way he stood was like he was trying to will himself to be smaller, and he kept his hands at his sides. âUm ⊠hi. ⊠Sorry, this is ⊠this is really weird âŠâ
I nodded, watching him. âIt is a bit. ⊠Todd, was it?â
âJay⊠Jason.â
âNot Todd?â
âJason Todd. Damian calls me Todd, he thinks using people's last names keeps them at an arm's lengthâŠâ Jason Todd. The name felt familiar, but I couldn't place why. He continued to ramble about how important tone was in determining whether this Damian kid was referring to you with affection or disdain, and I watched him. He was admittedly very cute; he had a sort of a bad boy aesthetic -leather jacket, dark clothes, a white streak in his hair, some unusual scars on his face and arms-, which juxtaposed interestingly with the gentleness in his voice, bright eyes, and awkward mannerisms. That was actually the thing that made the most sense about this situation; bikers are often secret teddy bears.
â... Jason?â
He looked up at me, one hand sheepishly making its way into his hair. âYeah, sorry, you want me to go. I'll get them to stop harassing you, so sorry-â
âActually, I was going to say you don't have to stand the whole time.â I gestured to the chair across from me.
He hesitated, watching me. â... Y- you don't want me to go?â
I smiled softly and shook my head. âSit?â
He quickly obeyed, a hesitant smile on his face, which was almost immediately hidden by his hand when his brothers whooped from their table. â... God, I'm so sorry ⊠th- they mean well, really, they're not trying to be weird âŠâ
I laughed softly, âit's fine, that's what siblings do, right?â
â... I guess so ⊠I've been sort of ⊠away for a while, but I guess this is pretty standard sibling behavior. ⊠Right?â
âI mean, a little more insistent than mine, but not too far outside the realm of what Iâd consider normal.â I shrugged, finishing my chai latte.
He smiled slightly, considering that. â... Hm ⊠um ⊠c- can I get you another?â He gestured to my cup.
â... Sure, I've got time.â
The pleased grin on his face as he looked away to flag down a server surprised me. Then again, everything about him was surprising. Still, no one had ever looked at me quite like that beforeâŠÂ
The server sauntered over, clearly curious about my new companion. Jason smiled brightly; âHi, can we get another for the lady? And I'll have a medium black coffee, sweet, please.â
Huh. He called me a âladyâ. Not a girl, or a chick, a lady. That was ⊠also surprising. We chatted for a little while, sipping our coffees, and tried to ignore his staring brothers. He was incredibly awkward, in a sweet, endearing way. I got the impression that he wasn't fully comfortable, but chalked it up to how weirdly this all started. After a while, the first one returned, a small grimace on his face.
I raised an eyebrow; âI'm pretty sure I told the little one that the next one of you to come over was getting stabbed.â
âI know, I know! I'm so sorry, but Jay, we gotta go. Bruce textedâŠâ
That was when it clicked; why I knew the name Jason Todd. He was a Wayne ⊠his death had dominated the news cycle for a week. His miraculous, frankly poorly explained, return was the story for at least two.
He looked, torn, between me and his brother. âOh ⊠um âŠâ
The man I finally recognized as Dick Grayson leaned forward and fake-whispered, âthe words you're looking for are âcan I have your phone number'?â
Jason swatted him away, blushing bright red; âSeriously, Dick? ⊠well, can I-â
His ears were turning red as I held my hand out for his phone. I added my contact info and, feeling unusually bold, I added âđ after my name while Jason dropped a couple of bills on the table; I smiled a bit, realizing he was leaving enough to cover my first drink for me too. I passed his phone back, enjoying the look of wonder on his face when he checked the screen. The way he whispered my name, like a prayer meant only for god's ears, had my stomach doing backflips.
âthanks ⊠I'll call you?â
âSounds good. I'm a night owl, so not too early, yeah?â
He nodded eagerly. âNot too early, promise.â
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#fanfic#fanfiction#red hood x reader#jason todd x reader#dc fanfic#wayne family adventures#chubby reader#awkward reader#dick grayson being a good brother#fluff#no y/n#jason todd#jason todd is awkward and adorable#i love him so much#seriously it's not even funny#dc robin#batfam#batfamily#red hood#first person pov
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Miracle
Summary: Years after the defeat of the Netherbrain, Astarion and Tav discover they are pregnant.
link to ao3!
Part 2
Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x Female Tav/Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning: 18+. Mention of breeding. breast milk. pregnancy. Astarion being very horny for all these things. body worship. angst. changes in POV focus. brief mention of abortion.
A/N: I'm totally going to write more about these two. I need a pregnant adventuring Tav and protective Astarion.
You had been cleaning off your armor after a long day of running errands for Jaheira and the Harperâs when you notice Astarionâs eyes on you.
You could feel his stare, and as you turn to meet it, the look on his face is peculiar, somewhere between shock and amusement.Â
âDarling?â You ask, stopping your task to fully soak in his expression. âAstarion -â
âItâs nothing, my love, nothing,â His voice is dismissive, waving his hand as he tries to push beyond whatever he has been thinking.Â
You notice his ruby eyes donât leave yours for the rest of the evening. You canât help but feel as though your vampire is avoiding you.Â
But you decide to give him his space: this was often the remedy for Astarionâs mood swings.Â
***
Astarion couldnât figure it out.Â
You had rarely left his side for the past few years. When would you have had the time to steal away with another man?Â
Astarion wondered who he was, what he looked like.Â
He curses. Why hadnât he ever picked up the scent of this mystery man? His smell would have been all over your body.
And Astarion knew his nose was working just fine: your change in smell had been the very first thing he picked up on. Astarion certainly thought it strange, but he chalked it up to a weird diet. The two of you had been running through the wastes of Rashemen, and you had eaten a questionable animal that one night.Â
No, it wasnât that, Astarion was certain. That little flutter of a quickening he had heard earlier couldnât be denied. Even though you were just on the other side of the wall, Astarion could hear the gentle thrum of two heartbeats.Â
He sighs, running his hands through his curls. Heâs certain that you donât know. You werenât good at hiding things, and you rarely attempted to lie anyways because you are such a sweetheart that it didnât make any sense at all for you to have bed with another man and cause Astarion pain like this.
Astarion knows he just needs to talk to you, but for the unlife of him, can't figure out where to even remotely begin. Pregnancy and childbirth wasâŠhe didnât even want to think about it.
A child? He canât even really fathom having one around.
Astarion sits up, having found the resolve to finally confront you, and finds you on the porch of Jaheriaâs estate, your eyes mindlessly scanning the streets of Baldurâs Gate.
Astarion takes your image before interrupting whatever thought you were having: you were a vision, a rare beauty that Astarion was so lucky to find.Â
He swears his heart flutters for you sometimes. âDo you like being back in the city?â
You nearly jump, startled by the question.Â
âSorry, darling,â Astarion murmurs in apology.
You smile, laughing a bit as you collect yourself. âI do. Itâs nice to see it all back together. The rebuilding efforts took longer than expected,âÂ
Astarion fears youâre going to keep talking about the mundane when all he can focus on is the beat of that little heart and how round and plump your breasts look beneath that blouse.
Astarion swears youâve never filled out before; not like that.
âYouâre staring again,â You say, your voice barely above a whisper. Astarion can see the worry in your face. âJust tell me, Astarion.â
Astarion swallows. âWell,â Astarion stumbles, rolling his eyes at himself as he tries to find his words. This hurt more than he thought it would. âYouâre with child, Tav.â
***
Youâre speechless.Â
âIâd rather like to know who the father is.â Astarionâs eyes are round, wet, tears already lining them. He blinks them back quickly, trying to compose himself. He almost seemed surprised by his sudden lack of control of his handsome face.
âWhat?â You ask incredulously.Â
âIâve been trying to imagine him, to think about when you could haveâŠâ He stops himself, swallowing his upset before continuing to ramble: he keeps talking, stumbling while youâre still processing what he just said.
You interrupt him.âYouâre saying that Iâm pregnant?âÂ
âYes.â
Youâre silent for a while. You can feel Astarionâs nerves fraying at the seams, his emotions emanating through him, producing an aura that has encompassed you both. It made time feel slow.
âHow do you know?â You ask a bit stupidly. You hardly had missed your monthly bleeding, only being a few days off, which was very normal for you.
âI can hear it. The heartbeat.â His voice is low, guarded. There is a thick moment of silence.
âSurely not,â You almost laugh. But Astarionâs face is still, eyes round and wide as he studies you. He looks devastated, and it makes your stomach drop.
You realize heâs being serious, asking you in earnest if you had been with another. You think you should say something.Â
âYouâve been my only lover since the clearing, Astarion.â You want to reach out to him, but you think not. If Astarion had hackles, they would surely be raised.Â
âSo youâre going to chalk this up to some immaculate conception?â Astarion spats cruelly, his agitation getting the better of him as he flails his hands. âInstead of just telling me the truth?âÂ
Youâre speechless again. You knew he wouldnât lie about this, so you desperately try to accept the fact that youâre pregnant with Astarionâs child as he, the very man who has bred you, yells at you.
âClose your mouth, darling, you arenât a fly trap.â Astarion quips, crossing his arms.Â
The anger is rising inside you, his offense reaching a boiling point. Your fists clench, your eyes narrowing as you try to reason with him.
âFour weeks ago, we were in the Rashemen wilderness with only Minsc and Boo as our company,â Is all you can say.Â
Astarionâs expression is locked in between confusion and betrayal. âMinsc has his charms.âÂ
You scoff. âYou canât be serious, Astarion.â Astarionâs gaze meets the floor.Â
As you study your lover, your anger dissipates. You see how hurt he is, how unsure of himself he feels. He wasnât likely to tell you that outright, but you knew.
You canât place how you feel, anymore. You arenât numb, per say, but there is a distinct lack of feeling within you. You hadnât thought this a possibility. You didnât know if you were happy or sad, or if you would even be up to the challenge.
You needed some time to think, to let this soak in.Â
âYou know, I just remembered that Shadowheart invited me over for tea the other day,â Your excuse is lame, but Astarion doesnât stop you as you awkwardly walk down the steps, off to the crowded streets of the city.Â
***
Astarion was a mess the whole time you were gone. He tried to keep himself busy by doing various things around Jaheiraâs house, but he kept finding himself lost in thought, thinking about that little bundle of life inside of you.
He felt greatly relieved when you returned.
He waited for you in one of the spare bedrooms, the one you always shared when you two passed through Baldur's Gate.Â
He was pretending to read when you came in, trying not to seem too eager to talk with you. He heard the continued thump of the little heart beat alongside your own. His anxiety is paramount, but he feels a wave of relief crash over him at the sound of the life inside of you.
Astarion tried to accept that you hadnât slept with anyone else: you couldnât have, it was literally impossible. And he knew you never would have, anyways. But, since you didnât sleep with another man, that meant that he, Astarion Ancunin, impregnated you.Â
âHow was your date with Shadowheart?â Astarion asks, peeking over his book. You had begun to undress yourself, and Astarion couldnât help but steal a glance.Â
He noticed the sway of your breasts as you freed them; the tips of them being especially tight and a darker pink than usual.Â
Gods. It was like you were purposefully wafting your scent right in his face. You were sweeter than usual, and Astarion felt a bit ashamed at his growing stiffness.Â
Earlier, he had accused you of sleeping with another man, even though he very well knew you hadnât. And now, he was ogling you, thinking about all the pregnant women he had seen in his long life: it hadnât been very many. Pregnant women didnât often frequent the flophouses late at night.Â
But he imagined how your belly would swell, how your hips would round, and how your breasts would become even largerâŠthe thought aroused Astarion, far more than he expected it to. He had to stop himself when he imagined your milk-filled breasts; another bodily fluid of yours that your vampire was desperate to taste.
âIt was alright,â Your voice was shaky as you finally covered your breasts, to Astarionâs relief. He tried to ignore his swollen cock. âShe confirmed. What you said.âÂ
Astarion places his book down, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, placing himself closer to you. He really doesnât know what to do, or how he feels, but Astarion does know one thing: that he adores you, and he canât handle the distance between the two of you.Â
So, the vampire reaches out, desperate for your contact. Astarion feels much better when you take his hand, sitting next to him.
âIâm sorry for my accusation earlier. Iâm just having a hard time wrapping my head around it all.â His tone is good humored, down to earth, as he wants to be sweet to you. You deserved it.
âItâs rare. Practically a miracle.â You say, but your face is absent of the smile that Astarion had expected from you.
Astarion didnât really know how you felt about children. He assumed you didnât want them because you chose to be with him, but he expected you to be a little bit happier than you looked.Â
âThere are remedies, you know. If we donât want this.â You say, looking away from him as you do.Â
âWellâŠitâs your body, Tav.â Astarion spoke gently, wanting to be careful with you, because you were always so careful with him. âI canât tell you what to do with it.âÂ
Astarion imagined that if taking care of seven thousand vampire spawn in the Underdark was something the two of you had managed, then a child couldnât be too difficult. (Many years from now would prove Astarion very wrong in thinking this).
âWhat If I keep it? Would you leave me?â You speak quietly, carefully, as if you were treading dangerous waters; asking questions you didnât actually want to know the answer to.
Astarion doesnât hesitate, desperately wanting to comfort you. âNo,â Astarion squeezed your hand, grabbing the other as you faced each other. âI honestly canât imagine a scenario where I would.âÂ
You smile a bit, and Astarion smiles back. âSo, what do we do?â You ask tentatively.Â
Astarion sighs, a hand going to caress your cheek, bringing you closer as he pulls you into a tender kiss. âWe keep living, of course.â
Part 2!
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task force 141 reacting to [reader] giving them a 'happy father's day' card â python333
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synopsis you give the tf141 boys some happy father's day cards!!
relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & younger!reader.
characters cap. price, soap, ghost.
warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader is intended to be around 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're below 24 (just so that the headcanons make more sense), maybe ooc?
note i'm so sorry but there's no gaz in this one BUT i can explain why!! i was doing my research (going through three different tumblr posts) to figure out the actual age of each character and gaz is apparently 24?? in new updates or whatever?? anyway, even before i found that out, i could only ever imagine writing him as an older brother, simply because he doesn't feel fatherly to me but still has those protecive-familial vibes so if yall want me to write something on him being ur older brother then feel free to request/reply/comment or whatever and i will! :3 this is all comfort no hurt and pure fluff so enjoy!!
JOHN âBRAVO SIXâ PRICE
â„ OH GOD.
â„ man i donât even have daddy issues and iâm crying.
â„ gives you that one dad smile he hasâyâall know the one. donât pretend you donâtâand thanks you for it.
â„ gives you a lil hug too because why not?
â„ tears up just the tiniest bit but itâs pretty unnoticeable but i need you to know that itâs there.
â„ either keeps it propped up on his desk, in one of the drawers of his desk, or puts it in a small frame and puts that on or in his desk.
â„ definitely reads it at least once a week.
â„ heâs so genuinely flattered by it i think that after you leave his office heâd tear up a bit.
â„ you thought he was acting as a father figure to you before?
â„ be prepared for him to take it to a whole nother level.
â„ starts getting you cheesy birthday cards after you start giving him fatherâs day cards.
â„ is he a father biologically? no. is he one mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? absolutely.
â
You were reasonably pretty nervous.
It wasnât ever really a secret that you and Price had some sort of father-child-like relationship, what with the amount of hair ruffles, head pats, shoulder pats, etc. that youâd received from him and the swatting at his hand with your own that you had given back. But none of that took away the nervousness you had when you gave Price a fatherâs day card for the first time.
Itâs not that you thought that he would be weirded out by it, you just had a small habit of overthinking things, and this happened to be one of those things. The card didnât say too much inside of it, a simple âhappy fatherâs day!â and a sentence you wrote that mentioned that you were grateful to know him. Thatâs it. Thatâs all it was. And yet, your hand shook as you held it, the other hand knocking on the door of Priceâs office.
He nodded in greeting and opened it, and stepped out of the way to let you walk in and sit in front of his desk. He sat at his usual seat after shutting the door, and you set the card in your lap, not wanting him to see it just yet.
âIs there any particular reason why you wanted to come into my office?â Price asked, breaking the silence. You took a deep breath and nodded before you quickly handed over the card, slipping it onto his side of the desk. He took a good look at it for a moment, reading the âhappy fatherâs day!â on the front and looking over the cheesy illustration on the cover. You anxiously waited for him to say something as he simply stared at it, before he picked it up and opened it, reading the short few words that were written on the inside.
You watched as his expression melted into a softer one, and he stared at the card for another moment before wordlessly getting up. Before you could say anything, or question anything, he knelt down to the level of the chair you were sitting in and hugged you. You were frozen with surprise before you hugged him back, loosely wrapping your arms over his shoulders, a little confused by the hug but appreciating the embrace nonetheless. He rubbed your back for a quick moment before standing back up straight and patting your shoulder.
âThank you,â He said, smiling down at you. âI really appreciated that, kiddo.â
Oh, wow. I donât know why, but I think I might start crying. âYeahâyeah, of course,â Youâd replied, quickly getting up and giving Price a quick hug before swiftly walking to the door, âIâll just, uh, Iâll be in my room. Or, actually, no, Iâm gonna goâIâm gonna go bother Soap in his office, so if you need me Iâll be in there okaybyeCaptainIâllseeyoulater!â You rushed out, not looking back as you closed the door behind you.
Price had blinked at the door for a moment before huffing out a small laugh and sitting back down in his chair, looking at the card youâd given him one last time before sighing and letting himself tear up a bit. Eventually, after just sitting there and staring at the card, he unlocked one of the few locked drawers at the bottom of his desk and put the card there, for safekeeping.
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JOHN âSOAPâ MACTAVISH
â„ heâs so excited when he reads that card.
â„ heâs so flattered?? and is so happy?? and oh my god he might pass out?? from all the positive emotions he feels??
â„ be careful with what you say because you might break him beyond repair.
â„ itâs like youâve given a puppy itâs first treat, honestly.
â„ wonât cry but is very close to!!
â„ will definitely show off the card to everyone.
â„ when i say everyone i mean EVERYONE.
â„ he will talk everyoneâs ear off about it, no matter who they are or what theyâre doing, hell, the man could be pissing with his dick out at the urinals and everything and heâll still be ranting to the poor soul in the bathroom about what a sweetheart you are and how you gave him a fatherâs day card.
â„ he starts calling you âlambâ and âduckieâ after the whole ordeal.
â„ no i didnât ask chatgpt for terms of endearment scottish parents use for their children haha!!
â„ he buys a corkboard just to pin the card to in his office.
â„ like itâs literally just in the middle, nothing else on the corkboard, just that singular fatherâs day card.
â„ the whole thing is just reserved for fatherâs day cards tbh. he hopes to fill it up with as many cards as youâll give him, and if you only give him the one, then damn it, the corkboardâs only gonna have one thing on it and whoever questions it can mind their damn business.
â
You didnât really know what to expect with Soap when you gave him the card.
You felt pretty confident giving it to him, knowing the guy could probably receive a rock with googly eyes on it from you and still cry tears of joy knowing you gave it to him of all people, so giving this card to him was no big deal, right?
You found him in the recreational center, lounging on the couch, reading a bookâshocking, I knowâand quietly reading the words out loud to himself. The moment you had entered the center, though, he looked up from his book and nodded in greeting at you with a smile on his face and watched as you walked over to him.
Before he could say anything, you quickly put the card in his lap and watched as he looked up at you, a surprised and amused expression on his face.
âWhatâs this?â He asked, not looking down at the card just yet.
âRead it,â Youâd insisted, gesturing towards the card in his lap. He blinked at you for a moment before muttering, âAlright, then,â under his breath and looking down at the card. He picked it up and read the three short words on the front and looked over the illustration on the cover, and the moment the words registered in his brain, his face broke out into a grin and he looked up at you.
âAww, this is sae sweet,â Soap gushed, âThank ye!â
He got up before you could talk and hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground a bit, cooing, âYe're jist the sweetest, ma God, when did ye get the card?â
âI got it a while ago,â You had admitted, âDecided to give it to you now.â
Soap set you down and put both of his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumb, looking down at you with an elated grin, "I'm gonnae hang this up in ma officeâI'll get a corkboard an' everything, jist for this."
You looked up at him with a confused, but amused look on your face, asking, âAnd youâre just gonna hang that card on there?â
He nodded in confirmation and responded, âAye, it'll be deid center, naething else on there."
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SIMON âGHOSTâ RILEY
â„ oh my goodness.
â„ the moment you hand him the card, itâs like he already knows what it is without reading it.
â„ probably thinks itâs a joke at first.
â„ when he realizes that youâre serious he straight up tears up.
â„ like in front of you and everything heâll tear up.
â„ â... Are you crying?â ghost, tearing up and literally about to start sobbing, "No.â
â„ he treasures that thing and would literally cease to exist if he ever lost it or if it got destroyed.
â„ wonât flaunt it at all, instead he keeps it in the pocket of a jacket he never wears anymore.
â„ if you ever give him more cards, heâll consider getting a box to keep them in.
â„ heâs always called you âkidâ but after this he starts calling you âkiddoâ.
â„ THEREâS A DIFFERENCE. I CANNOT TELL YOU WHAT IT IS BUT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.
â„ listen kiddo is more affectionate and its softer and its not as playful as kid its more personal and and and [explodes]
â„ the others notice the small change in behavior he has towards you (being more lighthearted with his teasing, generally being less cold with you, etc.) and will tease him endlessly about it.
â„ by others i mean soap and gaz. those two team up and tease him to death.
â„ he could care less though!! he tells himself that theyâre idiots anyway and that his behavior hasnât changed that much.
â„ heâs in denial and i think that him and me are the same fr.
â
You had practically searched every corner, crevice, nook, and cranny of the base searching for Ghost. When you finally found him, he was in the armory and weapons room cleaning the barrel of his rifle, hyperfocused on wiping away the gunk on the gun. You stopped by the door, hesitating in giving him the card. It really shouldnât be that hard, You thought, Whatâs the worst that could happen?
You were aware that there were many things that could happen, most of which were bad, but you ignored them for the sake of building up your confidence to give him the card. You stood there for a while, just sort of staring at him, before heânot even looking up from his gunâcalled out to you with a simple yet firm, âDo you need something?â
You probably couldâve died right there, his firm voice almost completely shattering your confidence for reasons you couldnât specify, but you instead cleared your throat and walked out of the doorway and completely into the room. You walked over to him and before he could ask any further questions you held the card out to him, your hand having a small tremble to it, an uncomfortably visible display of your nervousness.
He stared at the card for a moment before setting down the cloth he was using to clean his gun and grabbing it, reading the front for a moment before huffing out a small laugh and looking up at you to tease you for it. He was going to tell you what a âfunnyâ joke it was, to tell you to just go do whatever work youâre probably skipping out on when he sees the look on your face that tells him that youâre pretty serious about the card.
He looked back down at the card and read it again, the words âhappy fatherâs dayâ echoing through his mind as he opened it. He read the few short words on the inside of the card and the shitty drawing of a ghost right next to one that was scribbled outâbecause of course you had to use pen and werenât satisfied with the first ghost you drew even though Ghost could make out through the scribbles that they practically looked the same.
You were pretty nervous the longer the silence stretched out, and you were about to take back the card and go jump off a cliff to avoid ever looking at Ghost again when suddenly you hear a sniffle.
âAre you⊠are you crying?â Youâd asked, more confused than nervous now, watching as Ghost shook his head negatively and continued to stare at the inside of the card.
âNo,â He answered, sniffling again.
â... You sure?â Youâd asked again, far less nervous now, your tone becoming more teasing.
âPositive.â Ghost said firmly, though his voice had wavered a bit. He looked up at you and reached his hand up to give you a pat on the shoulder, muttering, âThank you for that, kiddo.â
"Yeah, no problem," You had said back, smiling down at Ghost before taking a step back, "I'll leave you to keep cleaning your gun, or whatever."
Ghost had simply nodded and looked back at the table where your card and his gun laid, and you didn't stay long enough to watch him tear up all over again at the sight of the letter.
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i donât wanna keep secrets just to keep you (and i)
summary: dating tip? just don't. for celebrities, romantic relationships are absolutely forbidden. the slightest hint of one could ruin your career. but are you even listening to the lecture? doubt it, 'cause you're doing the complete opposite. (alternatively, a celebrity au featuring secret relationships.)
â featuring: childe, & ayato (you can really tell who my faves are)
â warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, slight cursing, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and drinking, tension, actual cursing, unreliable reader pov, gender-neutral reader (i apologize if i missed things, i haven't proofread it yet)
â a/n: so, hi! long time no see? i was pretty stressed with college and well, i'm back! i began writing this last year and finally got the courage to finish it. but here it is and i hope you enjoy it :> please let me know if you like it <3 it really makes my day!
credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts!
beware, lengthy post ahead! more under the cut!
the debut.
âforbidden?â you repeat.
âabsolutely forbidden!â your manager says. âa rookie with no fanbase? a scandal will ruin your reputation! you're absolutely forbidden from dating anyone.â
you sigh. he's being too overdramatic.
you will never be in a relationship, you're absolutely sure. how can you? with no time for yourself as it is, dating someone with the limited hours you already have sounds impractical.
besides, you're too busy training and practicing for auditions.
remembering it now, you want to laugh.
i told you so, your thoughts chastise.
god, you should've listened.
childe, the actor
âthat's a wrap!â the director cheers.
your eyes glisten as you hold back tears. it's embarrassing, you think. so damn embarrassing.
you've been repeating the same kissing scene multiple times now. obviously, the director cheers for finally completing the take and not because you did a good job.
childe pats your back. âyou did great,â he says, with a smile.
but you know the gesture so goddamn well. the same nonchalant cold grin he throws at everyone that he now directs at you? oh, he's angry alright.
for what reason? who knows. you're too busy wallowing in self-despair over how terrible your acting is.
the scene is supposedly simple. it involves the second lead, who happens to be you, confessing their love to the leading man, resulting to a spontaneous kiss.
yet, you're fumbling over the lines, acting so out of character, tripping over set, incorrectly initiating the kiss at awkward anglesâthe whole time-wasting squander.
âwhat's going on?â childe eventually asks, once he arrives at your shared apartment. his bag drops to the floor with a flop. âyou're acting strange. the entire crew sees it, i see it, the director sees itâwhat if he decides to fire you? what will you do then?â
you swallow dryly. you left the set early hoping childe's hectic schedule prompted him to forget the whole issue. yet, here he is finally bringing up the conversation after what feels like a month's worth of tension.
as you sit on the sofa chair, your fingers massage the bridge of your nose. breathe in, breathe out. you repeat. don't cry. you try to calm yourself down as a sob tries to break through.
eight months, you've been a couple.
but, there are some things you're afraid to say.
each year, the biggest tabloid newspaper in the country releases an article on celebrity dating scandals. a month ago they released one single page article about a popular actor dating a newbie actress. it barely had any juicy details, just a simple paragraph of a somebody dating a nobody.
yet, it did not end well for them. and you're terrified; for when it could happen to you.
you imagine it. dozens of messages and multiple missed phone calls on your cell as your name becomes the next talk of the town. the headline reads: revealed! a nobody actress, the second-lead from the northland bank saga currently dates the nation's boyfriend, childe!
it terrifies you. you could lose your job. lose what you love doing the most. and you could get tossed aside like an old sweater under someone's bed, left to rot and decompose.
so, yes. you hesitated earlier at set because you don't want anyone to connect the dots. to look at the kiss between you two and notice something amiss. to speculate that there's more to your relationship than what meets the eye. to realize you look at him as more than a co-star. to see how much you're in love with him. to realize the both of you are dating.
âit's not easy.â you say, releasing a sigh.
two years you've been in the business. rookies barely get any roles as it is. being in a well-received rendition of an old romance drama is a once in a blue moon opportunity and you can't risk someone finding out about your relationship.
âcamera shy? noâyou've kissed heaps of actors for that school drama.â
you mumble, âtwo people aren't heaps of actors, tartaglia.â
âthen what is the problem?â
childe saunters to where you sit. he leans towards you and presses his palm on the head of the sofa, trapping your body between his and the chair. childe's eyes meet yours and you instantly look away.
he knows you well enough to comprehend that look on your face. the way you hide your clammy hands behind you, the manner of your eyes staring only at your feet, how your body tucks itself into the corner of the seat.
âme?â childe whispers.
he places a hand under your jaw. his thumb softly pushes your chin upwards so your eyes meet his.
âwhy?â he pleads.
âyou won't understand.â
âi will if you tell me,â he says, holding your gaze. seeing how you relentlessly persist on keeping your mouth shut, he shakes his head. âoh, please tell me.â
you hesitate. you tell him and then what?
you could say: hey, childe! i'm afraid of our relationship being discovered. i'll be hated by your fans. you'll be constantly drained by my crying and whining. your reputation would take a hit regardless of how popular you are andâand then he'll finally realize how exhausting and annoying it is being with you.
your self-deprecation loves to pull you deeper into its sapping embrace. you're nothing, it mouths. childe would dump you and find some other actor or actress to date. god. it would be so easy. with his popularity, good looks, and charming personality, he'd find a better and talented rising-star the moment he chucks you out the front door.
so, you shake your head firmly.
âtell me, please.â he whispers.
you cross your arms, and look away.
âare you sick?â
you shake your head.
âsomebody hurting you on set?â
again, you shake your head.
childe pauses, â...do you have feelings for someone else?â
âno!â
âthen what is the damn problem?â
ânothing!â you exasperate, furrowing your brows together.
childe takes your reluctance as distrust and it ignites his irritation. do you not trust him? is he that insignificant to you? what are you hiding? hell, did you fall for the main lead of the show, zhongli? or do you not love him anymore? god, he can feel himself suffocate in resentment.
is he so unimportant that you'd prefer to keep the problem to yourself? it makes his blood boil; how he'd do anything for you, but you'd rather keep it to yourself and suffer alone.
âtell me.â childe scowls as he watches your lips quiver.
you keep your mouth firmly shut.
âfine, hold your tongue.â he sneers, âi understand. i really do, baby. it's not about the cameras, the flashing lights, the audience.â
childe brushes his lips against yours, âyou wouldnât kiss me like that in public, though, would you?â he releases his hold on your chin and his sharp eyes meet yours. âitâs only behind closed doors when you care to act like weâre each otherâs.â
with a hooded jacket in one hand and a face mask in another, childe swiftly leaves the apartment with a slam of a door.
leaving you alone with your wretched thoughts.
more under the cut!
despite walking out the flat hours ago, childe still reverberates jealousy and anger; pure envy at how normal you act around everyone else yet, around him you're too guarded; and angry at himself for saying those awful words to your face.
he smacks his forehead on the steering wheel. childe acknowledges how childish he's been acting. you aren't ready to talk, and he shouldn't be forcing you to speak out your difficulties.
surely, the stress is piling up on you. he knows the hours you've been working on set, memorizing lines, practicing movesâagain, he thumps his head on the wheel.
stupid, he curses. control your damn temper next time.
he reaches for the box of blueberry cheesecake on the front passenger seat. subconsciously, he drove two hours (and back) to the bakery's main branch as its side branches were sold out of your favorite cake. and he knows how much you love the pastry.
however, his body slouches in the parked car outside the apartment. the long drive works miracles with his anger, but the courage to actually walk inside and apologize never comes.
the ding of a text draws his attention. âgo inside and beg for forgiveness, brat.â yoimiya, a fellow actress from the same company as him, says. the woman is always in the loop and well-informed.
a shiver goes down his spine. if you told yoimiya about the argument, he's absolutely sure you're furious. you'd only speak to her as a last-ditch effort; knowing her personality she'd pummel him to bits while you watch.
as a result, he stands inside the apartment, one hand knocking on your bedroom door. however, instead of tasting blood, he hears your stifled sobs. the abrupt sound convinces him to turn the knob and enter the room.
the illumination from the hallway brightens the bedroom, shining a bit of light on your face. you lay on the bed with your knees to your chest, with a blanket over your waist. your reddened cheeks and tear-stained eyes makes his stomach churn.
âplease don't cry, baby.â childe cooes, kneeling by your bedside. he leans over you, his fingers gently grip your cheeks. âi'm so sorry.â
the sudden apology sprouts pools from your eyes. his thumbs brush the water off your face and softly says, âi shouldn't have saidâplease, don't cry. it's my fault for taking my anger out on you.â
âi'm afraid of losing you,â you whimper. âif they find outâoh godâthey'll tear me apart. i'm nothing compared to you. i'd lose everything. i might even lose youââ
ânever, i will never leave you. no matter what happens,â childe interjects.
you furrow your brows, sobbing. âi'm no oneâtoo difficult,â you hiccup. âyou'll throw me away. i'm too whiny and too draining. if they find out... you'll see all the comments about how uglyââ
âbreathe, baby.â he settles himself on your bed and softly places you on his lap. âyou're gorgeous. you're not draining, and frankly, you're cute when you whine.â
you bury your face into his neck and continue, âi'm serious, childe. you'll get exhausted. the articles will talk about you too!â
âarticles, mhm. they're just articles.â he hums.
irritation begins to set in. was he this clueless? you release another sob, âthey're not just articles. they'll nitpick every single thing you do! ohâlook at this newbie getting together with childe. oh, they suck at acting! why is childe evenââ
childe gently places his palm on your neck, coaxing you to meet his gaze. âare you talking about the tabloid from last month?â
you sigh, âwhat else am i talking about?â and instantly you sense his laughter resonate. âare you laughing?â
âyou're adorable, baby.â he breathes, nuzzling his face on your neck.
âyou're making fun of me! what the hell, childe?â
he releases a sigh, pausing his laughter. âthe tabloids every month. they're paid. companies pay them to talk about their idols for publicity.â
your face contorts into confusion, âwho would willinglyâthey talked about lumine all month because of the article! you know she's my favorite actress. why would they willingly put her on the spotlight like that?â
âpublicity, baby.â
you shake your head, âit makes no sense.â
âoh, it does.â childe hums. âof course, they'd seek permission first. it boosted views for her drama, didn't it? lumine did say she got extra for the views and switched apartments.â
âyeah, waitâyou knew this whole time and didn't bother to tell me?â
he chuckles, âthat's what you get for keeping these things to yourself for a month.â he squeezes the bridge of your nose.
âyou're terrible.â
âlove you too, baby.â he teases, âand besides, if a tabloid threatened to do somethingââ his thumb gently traces the skin around your neck. ââi'll keep you safe.â
a soft smile graces your features. â...i'm just not ready for anyone to find out. yet, anyway.â
childe hums, âwe'll do it on your terms, okay? whenever you're ready.â
âsure, i guess you can keep me for a while longer. until you throw me away and find the next rookie toââ
childe's soft laughter sparks a flutter in your stomach. he would never do such a thing. the moment he first laid his eyes on you on set, heard your beautiful laugh between takes, listened to your jokes while practicing lines, and god, seen your angelic smile? the things he would do to keep you as his.
ânever.â a cheeky grin appears on his lips, âi'll take care of you.â
bonus: five years later
your phone rings. the vibration continues on and off, signaling multiple inbox messages. you swipe your phone to see texts from several of your close friends.
âi know you told me you were okay with it, but i didn't think he'd try to do it so soon. i tried but he's too hardheaded.â says yoimiya.
âcongratulations! when's the wedding? i'm kidding. don't kill childe.â says thoma, an actor from your same company.
âsorrows, sorrows, prayers.â says venti, your current co-star.
you even receive a message from childe himself.
âgood morning, baby. i'm completely fault-free. simply honoring your wishes as a devoted fiancĂ© should.â
attached to a message was a link to a video entitled: please don't kill me honey.
you click the link.
the video's blurry, as if taken by a cellphone. you recognize thoma as the person videoing the whole scene, as he turns the camera to face him before focusing it on a womanâseemingly a fan of childe. she wears merch from his most recent drama.
a fan goes on stage chosen by a random lottery draw. the said fan wins the chance to interview childe, who was the guest of the day for talk show, and ask one question.
the girl hastily walks on stage, holding a microphone given by staff.
âum. hello, childe!â
the audience screams as the huge video screen focuses on your lover's face. he waves a quick âhelloâ and the crowd yells louder.
the girl hesitates, âare you dating anyone right now?â
childe twists the microphone in his hands. âhm? right now... i'm not dating anyone.â
the crows sighs in relief, utterly happy their favorite leading actor continues to be single.
but you see the outline of a smirk flashing on his face, and you instantly know there's a deeper meaning to that sentence. âbut, it's difficult to say... since we're not really dating as of the moment.â
quietly, you hear the voice of yoimiya whispering, âdon't do it.â the camera now focusing on her, trying to get herself on stage. thoma flips the camera around to face it on himself, waving a hello, apparently enjoying the drama. he then focuses the camera on the wide screen, featuring childe's face.
to add mayhem into the mix, childe continues, âi don't think being engaged to your partner falls under dating. we're way past that.â
the interview ends with the audience screaming their lungs out in disbelief, while childe's laugh resonates the whole auditorium.
ayato, company director
âoh, them?â ayato's steady gaze meet yours, pressing his lips in a tight-lipped smile. âthey're a friend of mine.â
friend. it echoes in your mind, repeating incessantly. friend. friend. friend.
dread creeps into the pit of your stomach akin to a quick flick of a lighter. after all this time, your stomach lurches. is that all he thinks of you?
god, you need a drink.
the businessmen before you smile, prompting you to return the favor. subsequently, you humbly introduce yourself as just an âactor in the industryâ. and they laugh. of course they do.
who wouldn't know you? a multi award-winning movie and television star with piles of nominations. so modest, they say. so kind, they praise. you grin, the smile not reaching your eyes, thanking them for their compliments.
but you're so accustomed to their fake smiles, ingenuine flattery, and sweet talk; you never truly know what's actually honest and realâeyes flickering to your azure-haired partnerâno, who's honest and real.
you swallow the thought down.
as if aware of the invisible daggers thrown his way, ayato's gaze meets yours. his lips are pressed firmly together, eyes devoid of warmth.
not now, his expression conveys.
you narrow your own eyes, irritation burning through your corneas. as much as you want to start an argument in front of his investors, you agree to his silent insistence. after all it's his gala; one he's tirelessly prepared for over several months.
so you bite your tongue and smile: one honed by years of actingâfake yet strangely genuine.
it's not strong enough. you say, sipping wine with shaky hands. earlier, you left ayato to his fellow businessmen using the excuse of needing a bathroom break, a reason to which he obliged.
you stare at the elaborate party before you, wishing you could go home. the gala swiftly dissolved your social battery, aided by forced mingling and bitterness. a friend, your consciousness repeats. always a friend. so you sit on a chair by the wall, sipping drinks like water.
suddenly, the hairs of your neck stand on end. you sense his presence behind you, prompting a glance through your peripheral vision.
âcareful, darling.â ayato's says, tone smooth yet laced with warning. âi'd rather not have you collapsing. your lovely face wouldn't compliment these filthy floors.â
you tense immediately, shoulders stiffening. âreverting back to pet names, i see?â
ayato's hand now rests on your shoulder, his thumb brushing your soft skin. âwhat seems to be the issue? i doubt it's due to the eight glasses of wine you've consumed in one sitting.â
you roll your tongue in your mouth, practicing the words. let's break up. you bite your tongue. let's see other people. besides, he wouldn't care would he? it's not as if he's been acknowledging you as someone he's been dating, has he? hiding your relationship from his business partners is one thing, but concealing it from closest friends? his family? that's an entirely different matter altogether.
a friend, he says to his business partners.
a star from the company, he answers to his closest friends.
a companion, he whispers to his family.
you're sick and tired of it. all of it.
raising the wineglass to your lips, you drown the drink in one go. you raise two fingers signaling the waiter for another drink.
ayato sighs and you think you feel his hand on your neck tighten, ever so slightly. âyou've reached your limit with wine, dear.â
soon, the waiter arrives with three more glasses on his tray. ayato's disapproving glare compels the waiter to scurry across the ballroom floor, steering clear of you.
you click your tongue and begin, âwho says so?â
âyour fiancĂ©,â he mutters, voice dripping with venom.
you immediately scoff. âsure. for your sake, i'll pretend you mentioned that earlier.â
before ayato could retort, the presence of another individual calls his attention; his younger sister, ayaka.
âbrother, the sangonomiya heir's requesting your presence.â
he sighs, irritation etching his features. yet, you blink, catching a subtle shift in his expressionâseemingly twisting from annoyance to something resembling relief at the mention of sangonomiya's name.
you swallow the bitter thought.
âwatch them for me, could you? i'd rather not have them find a server willing to disobey my instructions and serve them a drink,â ayato whispers, his tone betraying a hint of tension that doesn't go unnoticed.
ayaka nods. her consent prompts the older brother to depart, heading towards the misty rose-pink heir who stands at the opposite side of the ballroom.
ayaka says the inevitable, âyou should let him know it bothers you.â
â...i'm not sure what you're referring to.â
her gaze follows yours, observing the giggling and cheerful countenances of the kamisato and sangonomiya heirs. they seem to be enjoying their time together. as always, you remark.
âthey're just close friends, you know.â
you click your tongue. âlike how him and i are just friends?â
ayaka sighs, understanding your implication. âyou know what i mean.â
sangonomiya's hand on your partner's shoulder elicits an exasperated sigh from you. âthoma told me they were to be married if i wasn't here.â
âthe man always running his mouthââ she takes a calming breath before continuing, ââbut brother's very fond of you. i'm his sister, i should know.â
âthen how come after dating him for five years, he still calls me his friend.â you pause, a hand sliding into the right pocket of your outfit. you absentmindedly play with the engagement ring inside. âi'm his fiancĂ©, aren't i?â
âhe has his reasons. petty reasons.â
you bite your tongue. or he's embarrassed of you.
you met the kamisato company heir two years after your debut as an idol. as you shifted towards acting, you developed a close relationship with his sister, a seasoned actress from the same company. eventually, she became the bridge that strengthened the bond between the two of you.
you dedicated yourself nonstop, evolving from a rookie actor to a multiple-nominee and winning star; all in the pursuit of being able to openly show off your relationship with ayato without it tarnishing your reputation.
however, when you're prepared to finally reveal your relationship, he isn't.
and it leaves you wondering, is there someone else?
you mean, you're hesitant to doubt the love of your life. but considering he's kept your relationship a secret from everyone for years, it's obvious he's adept at keeping things hidden.
even from you.
and the thought sours your mood.
excusing yourself once more to use the restroom, using the premise of consuming ten glasses of wine, you bid adieu to your favorite kamisato (at the moment). you instead head towards a secluded balcony away from prying eyes.
you stare at the garden below. your eyes quickly blink back the tears threatening to fall. not now, you hiss. don't do this to me, not right now.
âi assumed you would have retreated to your room by this point.â his voice murmurs, unnervingly composed.
you turn around to see your partner holding a glass of wine. his features remain blank, inscrutable.
maybe it's because of all the wine you've been drinking. you can't seem to tell between what's real or not.
âwhat did you discuss with kokomi?â
âi wasn't aware you were both on a first name basis.â
âanswer the question.â
he smiles, âbusiness as always.â
you huff and wrap your hands around your arms. âof course. just business.â
ayato immediately picks up the anger in your tone. he lays his palm on your forearm, gently pulling you towards him. âlook at me,â he pleads, with a subtle trace of irritation in his voice.
you turn to look at his face, eyes glaring.
âi felt your glares the entire night.â he begins.
you shrug, smiling innocently. â...what ever do you mean?â
âdon't toy with me, darling.â
as he enunciates his answer, it's as if the final thread of your patience snaps. does he still continue to feign innocence and lie to your face?
last month he proposed and you were overjoyed. you then expected a shift in your relationship; the final unveiling of your engagement to the public. you gave him your permission, a definitive âi'm ready for everyone to know.â
yet thirty days later the engagement remains concealed leaving only a few of his friends (thoma) and a few family members (ayaka) knowing about your updated relationship.
if it was the ayato from two years ago, he would be delightedâecstatic evenâto reveal the truth. he might have used the gala today as an avenue to scream to the world, this person and i are in love.
but he didn't.
so the weight of your feelings began to drag you down; it almost feels suffocating in a way. as if a ribbon labeled, he's ashamed, tightly winds around your insides, intricately tying them all together into a sophisticated bow sowing distrust whispering; he's hiding something.
your suspicions, coupled with his frequent visits this month to the sangonomiya estate, fueled your frustration until it erupted. if only he ceased pretending innocent, perhaps you would able to smile through the whole facade.
if only he didn't ask.
âi'm not naive. if you developed feelings for kokomi then you shouldn't have proposed.â you snap. âwas it out of pity? did you feel so damn guilty that you chose to go through with the engagement instead of being honest about your feelings?â
ayato furrows his brows, mouth tightening in anger. âwhat are you talking about? i discuss private affairs with kokomi. business affairs.â
you laugh; one infused with irritation and disbelief. âdon't tell me then. keep your stupid secrets.â
âdo you want me to jot down a damn list detailing every single thing i do in a day?â he growls. âi won't divulge company secrets just because you feel like throwing a tantrum.â
your hands drift to the tie around his neck, tugging the crooked tie straight. âno. go ahead and keep your secrets.â you pause and roll the words with your tongue, âyou're clearly very good at keeping secrets. youâve kept meâusâas a secret for so long, so of course youâd be good at keeping fucking secrets.â
anger flares across his face. âyou desired our relationship to remain a secret, and i respected your wishes.â he sneers, âi wanted to let the damn world know how much i'm in love with you yet, it was the opposite of what you desired.â
ayato releases his grip on you and strides back into the ballroom, but he halts right at the door to the balcony. âso don't dictate when i should reveal the truth simply because you've grown sick and tired of keeping me as your dirty, little secret.â
he finally departs; and you stay, tears pooling, with a profound ache in your heart.
ayato waltzes around the room in a nonchalant dance; yes, good to see you. he lies. how's business? he couldn't care less. enjoy the party! no, he wants everyone in the damn room to feel his wrath.
although he yearns to set the entire ballroom ablaze, ending the party prematurely would be ill-manned of him. so, ayato continues being a gracious and honorable host.
but he feels hollow. he envisions himself freezing the entire room in an icy gust, everyone turning into statues. he wants to sprint back into your arms and plead for you to listen.
he doesn't understand what came over him. why he lost his temper like that. typically, he'd manage your outbursts with composure and understanding. what happened? he doesn't know.
he attributes his outburst to the mounting pressure. the chronic lack of sleep and continuous exhaustion coming from his title as heir. perhaps it's the truth gnawing his skin; despite his powerful position atop the company, it can easily be ripped away with the flick of a wrist.
instead of spending time with his fiancĂ©âhe doesn't know if he still deserves to call you that, you probably threw away his ring the second he left the balconyâyet here he is, engaged in conversations with business associates he cares little about.
âbrother?â ayaka calls. she finds him leaning against a railing of stairs. âi closed off the gardens.â
ayato swallows. he last saw you sneaking towards the grounds. âthey're still on the grass?â
âyes.â
âthey'll catch a cold.â
âthey will.â
he glances at his sister. âthey think i'm unfaithful.â
âi know,â she says matter-of-factly. âhave you offered them any evidence to convince them otherwise?â
ayato stays silent.
âi know you care about them, brother.â ayaka sighs, âhowever, surprising them with a specially crafted ring and being petty when your entire relationship is at stake may not be the wisest move.â
he sighs.
âmost especially if they suspect that your frequent visits to the sangonomiya manor are fueled by romantic feelings for its heiress, and not for their own wedding ring.â
after a while, ayato spots you lying on the grass in a starfish formation, having finally swallowed his pride. his eyes glaze over your features: red eyes, cheeks marked with tear stains, and an exhausted expression.
âcan we talk?â he begins.
you spare a quick glance before turning your attention back to the night sky. âthere's not much to talk about.â
âi'm not cheating,â he asserts.
âi know.â
âdo you know, or have you resigned yourself to not knowing?â
âhm,â you hum. âa part of me entertains the thought of you cheating. yet an even smaller part absolutely knows that if you were truly cheating, you'd be more discreet. who, in their right mind, would inform thoma that you visited her manor?â
he chuckles, a laughter-less sound escapes him. âi understand i've been secretive. you have every right to assume i'm up to something indecent. but i have my reasons.â ayato confesses, kneeling beside your body. he places his hand inside his suit pocket, pulling up a black small box.
you instantly sit up. âyou're horrible,â you cough, eyes widening as he opens the box to show a ring. âthis entire time you wereâgod.â
âi placed a special order,â he mumbles. âi visited each day to ensure it was flawless, right down to the smallest details.â
âi'm so sorry.â
âdon't be, love.â he breathes, âyou had your reasons, and i was insistent on keeping it a surprise.â
relief floods your features. âgood,â you whisper before tears well in your eyes.
the sound of your sobs breaks his heart. he immediately wraps his arms around you, brushing his lips on your cheeks.
âi'm sorry, darling,â he murmurs, kissing the skin above your brow. âi'm sorry for worrying you.â
âgoddamn sadistic,â you sob. âyou knew i was freaking out, but you just watched!â
he grins, âi have to admit, you look cute when you're jealous.â
a groan escapes you. âdon't make me throw away both rings.â
âis that so? i should've ordered twenty spares.â
âno.â you scold.
âoh? look at my darling, so jealous,â he smirks, nuzzling his face into your neck. you then feel his lips press into a straight line. âyou're not something i would ever try to hide. i would never be ashamed of our relationship.â
you laugh, âprove it.â
your smile faces seeing the smirk on his face. in that exact moment, you know that kamisato ayato, the preposterous god in human flesh, plans to do something grand and explosive to prove you otherwise.
âdo not.â you begin, âwe've talked about this. you cannotâyou absolutely will not bribe the government to declare our wedding date as a national holiday!â
bonus: ten minutes before the clash
âis it getting warm in here, or am i sensing the intense gaze of your loving fiancĂ© on me?â kokomi laughs, sipping a glass of champagne.
ayato takes a peek, and he chuckles upon seeing your irritated and jealous expression. âthey certainly are.â
âplease do not involve me in your lovers' quarrels. everyone knows we're just close friends.â
âthey do.â
âhave you told them?â
â...it may have slipped past my mind.â
kokomi shakes her head. âsadistic.â she slips a black box into his palm. âclear it up. i do not want to be murdered by your future partner.â
ayato glances at you from across the room as you engage a conversation with his sister. âmhm, i could, but their jealous expression is too endearing.â
âsadistic,â she repeats. âabsolutely sadistic.â
he chuckles.
âalso, kazuha mentioned that you've been referring to them as your companion. correct that.â she continues, âand stop calling them your friend!â
âthey asked me to when we started dating.â
she rolls her eyes. âyou're so petty. stop trying to provoke them!â
âanyways, everyone knows we're engaged,â he corrects. âtheir whining face is the cutest.â
âsadistic.â
âkokomi?â
she tilts her head and hums, âyes?â
âever wondered how much it costs to propose a national holiday?â
authorâs note: lmao. so in this modern au ayato actually succeeds in turning your wedding date into a national holiday. the government actually appreciates his donation because a.) they always accept goodwilled (lmao) funds and b.) ayato's an important pillar to the gov and they don't want to upset him 'cause petty rich boy tantrums tilt the economy (how sadistic).
so, ayato's the heir of the company where you are employed at as an idol turned actor/actress. kokomi is the heiress to a big jewelry corporation. lmao they were both engaged together when they were like five but they instantly broke it off because well, they both threw five year old tantrums.
plus thoma telling you that they were to be engaged was just a fact he blurted out when you asked about kokomi (he manages to omit the five-year-old part because he's careless + he didn't think it matters because anyone can tell ayato's intensely in love with you)
#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin imagines#genshin impact x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x you#childe x reader#ayato x reader#kamisato ayato x reader#ayato x you#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin headcannons#genshin angst#genshin hurt/comfort#kamisato ayato#childe#tartaglia x you
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Kid Leo Au: Finding Home Arc
Part 17/17
They're talking about Jupiter Jim!!!! Also gonna draw a comic based specifcially on this moment that is TECHNICALLY gonna be a part of that future futrue au or whatever but IT'S RELEVANT TO THIS OKAY
ANYWAY-
That's the end of the Finding Home arc!! He certainly did find home. I really loved drawing this au, and it was really good practice for drawing Junior!!!! I hadn't drawn him a lot before this just because I never had a reason too ya know? He didn't have a huge part in the original fic due to me not being confident in my ability to write him., but I think this is a good start!!
Kid Leo is mostly based off of me as a kid (pov this comic is me healing my inner child ) , but CJ is more how I tend to act now - I like to be super direct with kids and try to get on their level when we're having serious discussions and that kinda thing.
I also wanted Leo to be able to have a FRIEND in this time- like he technically has his family, right, but he def needed to talk with someone that is a ltitle removed from the situation ( that being said, CJ is absolutely a part of their family because I SAID SO)
SO! Next arc will probably be started in maybe a week and a half I'm moving back in with my parents this week though, so updates may not be every day like they have been for past arcs :(
Kid Leo Au Masterpost | First
#rottmnt#art#fanart#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt leo#rottmnt fanfic#digital art#rottmnt comic#rottmnt art#comic#rottmnt kid leo au#kid leo au#rottmnt turtle tots
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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel â©âË.â PART 4: FAMILIAR [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]
goodbyes are bittersweet masterlist f1 masterlist | ao3 | ask anything or let's talk!
ferrari sebastian vettel x ex gf!female reader
word count: 3811
summary: seb comes back home as a surprise only to see that hanna and a little mysterious girl receive them... instead of y/n, who was supposed to finally meet him
warnings: settled on may 2018. curse words, angst, seb and little emily meeting but they don't know who they are to each other, seb being VERY suspicious. seb pov.
taglist: [ @saltycomicsanimalssalad @hc-dutch @mycenterfold @simplyamberj @spitesfvl-blog @jaydaaasworld @lottalove4evelyn @zoeyjadetice2010 @jehun @ferralari @cosmoscoffeee @mcmuppet @myescapefromthislife @sleutherclaw @youre-on-your-ownkid ]
a/n: i haven't said anything, BUT taylor made a mashup for her surprise songs in warsaw night 2 that is an absolute spoiler of this series (if you know it TELL ME ON ANON BECAUSE I LITERALLY SCREAMED). anyways, we're back with an update FINALLY. sorry to make you wait (really, i wasn't doing mentally ok and I'm still struggling but here we are!), but in the next chapter we'll have y/n and seb finally meeting... but for the moments I'll wait to see your comments, anon messages and reactions (please please please) about everything that happens on this chapter and how suspicious seb's gonna be (hope you fangirl and like everything as much as i did writing this) + also remind you that feedback and reposts are truly appreciated. thank you for all the support you've been showing me these days, love you all <3
© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!
2018
May 3rd Heppenheim, Germany
Sebastian
The exhaustion was piling up in my body, and I knew that what I was doing was crazy. I was fully aware that facing my past with just two hours of sleep was quite risky, but I couldn't wait to see Y/N again. As soon as Hanna told me she had spoken to her and gave me the green light to visit her, I forced Britta to buy me a plane ticket to Cologne to head home as soon as I finished some Ferrari ads and all that shit I absolutely hated in Maranello. My excitement and nerves were so intense that I didn't even tell anything to my parents or Fabian, who would probably go crazy for not telling them earlier.
I let go of the suitcase reluctantly and, to my misfortune, it fell to the floor with a rather noticeable thud. I sighed and did my best to ignore it, ringing the doorbell and leaning against the wall while holding the bouquet of tulips I had bought for Y/N. I knew it was silly, but I was excited to have this small gesture as a sort of belated birthday gift for her.
"Who is it?"
I was notably surprised when, instead of my motherâs voice, a childâs one chirped the question.
"Itâs Seb," I replied, trying not to make a big deal out of the situation. Maybe it was just the daughter, or even granddaughter, of one of my motherâs friends.
"I donât know any Seb! Who is it?" she asked again, this time with a slightly annoyed tone.
"Iâm Sebastian."
"Sorry, but I only know two Sebastians: one is the crab from The Little Mermaid, and the other one is the man who sometimes appears on TV at Grandmaâs house."
I couldnât help but laugh. Whoever that little girl was, she was the best thing I had come across in a long time.
"Mum also says I canât open the door to strangers, so I canât let you in. Iâm sorry, sir."
"But my parents live here," I replied as calmly as I could. It was clear that the lack of sleep was affecting my patience.
"Are you Mr. Norbertâs secret son?!"
"Emily, let me open the door!"
The door suddenly opened, revealing a somewhat out-of-breath Hanna, as if she had come running to open it and was now trying to catch her breath. Next to her was a girl about five years old, with completely blonde and curly hair that reached roughly to her waist. The little one didnât hesitate to smile and greet me with her right hand, and almost immediately, her eyes widened as she made eye contact with me. When I turned my gaze back to my friend I was quite surprised. Her skin, which was already pale, had turned even paler for no apparent reason. The girl, however, kept looking at me, curious and, in my perception, somewhat pleased.
Had Hanna become a mother and didnât tell me?
Before I could react or say anything, the door slammed shut in my face, not giving me a chance to say anything. My surprise came when, a few seconds later, it opened again, revealing the same scene.
âYouâreâŠâ she started to say, hesitating. She was nervous, and her nerves only made me more anxious. âSeb⊠but notâŠâ
âIs something wrong, Hanna?â
Instead of answering, she remained completely silent. I knew something was wrong as soon as she started to look at the ground instead of looking at me.
âHanna?â
âAunt HannaâŠâ the little girl, still by her side, intervened, trying to get her attention by tugging at her sweater sleeve. âThe man who appears on TV with the red car is talking to you,â I widened my eyes, surprised. Did the girl know me? âMom says that when someone talks to you, you should respond; itâs rude not to.â
âDo you know who I am?â I asked the little girl, crouching to her level.
âOf course I know youâŠ!â
âHey, sweetie, why donât you go play outside for a while?â My friend intervened before the little girl could finish. âSebastian and I need to talk about some things, okay?â
âDid mommy have a surprise for me and thatâs why she brought him?â the girl asked curiously, pointing at me. âMommy said she was going to bring me a surprise when she came back fromâŠâ
âEmily, thatâs enough! Go outside and weâll talk about mom's surprise later. We can even call her if you want, okay?â
Praterâs shout startled the girl, who simply picked up a stuffed panda from the couch and a red car that looked quite similar to the one I had in Formula 1 back in 2015. As soon as Hanna turned back to her, scolding her once more, she ran towards the yard.
I found it amusing that, when my friend turned back to me, that curly-haired blonde girl peeked around the door, trying not to let us see her, possibly feeling quite curious about what we had to discuss.Â
It didnât bother me at all, but exactly the opposite. I used to do the same when I was a child and my parents had friends coming home.
âAre you here or not, Sebastian?â
Hanna quickly brushed her hand over my face. I immediately shifted my gaze from the little girl and refocused on her. She had her arms crossed, her sweater sleeves rolled up, and her face was completely red.
I wasnât sure if she was angry with little Emily, with me, or with the situation, though she had no reason to be. After all, I was the one who had come to my parentsâ house, my home, to get ready to see Y/N. It wasnât my problem that I had encountered Hanna and this mysterious girl here, without any prior notice. At least, I didnât see it as such.
âIâve been here since I arrived, Hanna. Youâre the one whoâs gone crazy seeing me show up,â I responded tersely.
âYou could have told me that you were coming.â
âDo I need to give an exact day for when Iâll be back home? Canât I give my parents a fucking surprise?â
âDidnât you consider that your parents might be running errands at this time? Or thatâŠâ
I left her talking to herself because the last thing I wanted was to argue, especially over something trivial like this. Her behavior was stressing me out too much, and that was the last thing I needed, especially considering that my ex and I might run into each other at any moment.
Without saying anything else, I headed to the kitchen to find a vase for the tulips for Y/N before they wilted. While filling it with water, I noticed the little girl. She was engrossed with that red toy car, moving it back and forth while murmuring commands with what seemed to be an attempt of technical Formula 1 words. She pushed her curls out of her face and suddenly decided to include the panda bear in the game.
I stared at the girl. Her face seemed familiar⊠too familiar, in fact. I didnât know exactly what it was, but I had a feeling I had seen her before in Heppenheim, though I didnât remember seeing her as part of any family of my parentsâ friends.
I tried to downplay the fleeting thought when Hanna arrived, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and, as I had guessed upon looking back, with a rather unfriendly expression.Â
Her eyes were analyzing me, I knew it perfectly. I sighed and placed the vase on the counter, arranging the tulips as best as I could while trying to ignore her behavior.
"Are they for Y/N?" she finally asked.
"Who else would they be for?"
"She isnât here," she said abruptly, dropping the news.
Silence fell between us once again. I raised my gaze so quickly that I almost felt a bit dizzy. All she did was look at me, unable to continue the conversation or, at least, undecided on whether to continue it or not. Finally, after a few seconds, she decided to speak again:
"I know I told you sheâd be here this week, butâŠ" she hesitated. It was the first time I had seen her like this, and she was by no means the self-assured Hanna I had known since the first day of school. âDamn it, Seb, I shouldnât be telling you this, butâŠâ
"Does she have a boyfriend?"
That was the first thing that came to mind, and I immediately regretted blurting it out. Hanna laughed so hard that Emily, who was now chasing a butterfly, stopped dead in her tracks to see what was happening to her supposed aunt.
Hanna approached me. She gave me a few pats on the chest and then on the head, before giving me a hug that caught me off guard.
"How naive you are, Sebastian Vettel⊠Do you really think Y/N would have a boyfriend? Can you picture her having one?"
"Well, it's been five years since she broke up with me. It's about time she moved on, so I find it normal."
"Have you moved on? Do you have some secret girlfriend you havenât told us about, Mr. Privacy?"
I didnât answer, which was enough for her to know we were in the same romantic situation.
"I've slept with a few girls all these years, but Iâve never looked for anything serious," I confessed.
"Well, Iâm afraid to tell you that youâre in the same boat as Y/N then. As far as I know, she hasnât slept with anyone, although itâs understandable, considering she hasâŠâ
And before she could say anything more, she stopped talking. Again.
If the situation between us had calmed down, it had now become tense again. It was the second time that day, at least as far as I had noticed, that Hanna Prater seemed to have let something slip. I looked at her, searching her expressions for something that would give me a hint about what she wanted to say; she simply looked away and headed to the living room, sitting on the sofa and changing the channel from some cartoon pigs to the local Heppenheim news channel.
"What does Y/N have, Hanna? Or who does she have?"
"Y/N is in London, Seb," she finally revealed with a sigh, as if it was hard for her to tell me. âI know itâs not my place to tell you this, and even less that she would like you to know, but after your breakup⊠she has some contacts.â
"What kind of contacts are you talking about?" I wanted to know. Had she done something I wasnât aware of? Was she in trouble?
"To say it briefly, because the story is too long, a guy from this very famous boyband back in the day decided to come here for a while to find inspiration for new music and see what to do with his solo career," she explained. âCall it coincidence, luck or an act of God, but Niall ended up going to the bar where Y/N works and, well⊠the rest is history.â
I didnât know what to say⊠Yes, I hoped things were going a bit better for her than when we were together, but that she had met someone as important as that guy seemedâŠ
"The thing is, Y/N is in London right now. But sheâll be back, so donât worry. Sheâs been there for several days," Hanna continued. "Niall isnât particularly good at keeping secrets, and since he knew she was the face behind Red, he had the bright idea of mentioning it to his label who, luckily, said theyâd like to meet with Y/N to offer her a contract."
"And did you know any of this before telling me to come, or�"
I tried not to sound angry, but the truth was I was, at least a little. To be more exact, I was more than just angry⊠I was upset. Upset simply because Y/N, knowing I had asked if she was the face behind that viral video that was having so much success, and now considering that she had a possibly important meeting with that record label, hadnât bothered to respond not only to my question but also to my birthday wishes.
I felt really bad because, despite being the person who probably knew y/n better than anyone else in the world, it seemed like the opposite.
"Y/N didnât tell me anything until the day before she left," she confessed quietly. "I swear, Seb, she was so reluctant to go that I even thought she wouldnât go and you two would finally get to talk about everythingâŠâ Once again, a pause full of uncertainty gnawed at me from within. âThe only thing she said to me before going to London was that she wasnât going to sign anything and that she was going only because she hadnât traveled since you two were together, and she actually was doing that because she needed to disconnect and think about a few things.â
"So⊠did she go for nothing?"
"She doesnât want to sign any record deal, Seb. She just wants to put her life in order and continue it as it is now. She doesnât need anything more than what she has."
I didnât know what to say, but I had a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling in my head right now. It struck me as very strange that my ex-girlfriend didnât want to accept a record deal. That was everything Y/N had worked for in this life, and now, when she had the opportunity, she was turning it downâŠ
Maybe Britta was right and the Y/N I knew was now just a mere ghost of my past, still haunting my life to torment me with the answers I never got.
"Y/N should accept it," was all I could say, impassive to what my ears had just heard. "I canât believe sheâd turn down something sheâs fought for so many yearsâŠâ
Suddenly, a melody from a song I didnât recognize started playing in the room. Emily appeared with a phone in her hand and ran to give it to Hanna who, upon looking at the screen, became quite alarmed.
"Sorry, Seb, itâs importantâŠ" she said without taking her eyes off the phone. "Emily, stay here with Seb, okay? Iâll be right backâŠâ
Hanna left faster than I would have liked, leaving me alone with the little girl, who again kept staring at me.
"Youâre just like on TV..."
The little blonde girl came up to me, too close, and began examining me closely. She placed her small hands on my cheeks and moved them across my face. I was sure she was leaving little traces of dirt, but I didnât mind when I saw she couldnât stop smiling and laughing.
"If my mommy were here, sheâd be very happy to see you," she said, sitting next to me.
"Does your mom know who I am?"
She nodded.
"Mommy watches you on TV every day," she revealed. "Well, not every day, but when youâre on grannyâs TV on weekends, she spends hours and hours watching you at your work!"
"So your mom likes Formula 1, huh?"
"Whatâs that?" she asked innocently. However, before I could say anything, she spoke again. "Oh, I remember now! Thatâs whatâs on TV where the cars go really fast, right? And you drive one of them, donât you?"
I nodded slightly while laughing.
"Mommy says itâs very dangerous and sometimes sheâs scared about what might happen to you. Mommy really likes you a lot, you know? Why donât you go out with her and be my daddy?"
"Sometimes it is a bit dangerous, yes, but donât worry: today there are many safety measures to keep us safe, and we also take a lot of care when we drive,â I said quietly, trying to sound as calm as possible and ignoring her last request. Did this girl not have a present father?
The girl frowned, not very convinced by my answer and, possibly, upset by ignoring part of what she was surely eager to know. Her eyes, a shade of blue that was neither dark nor light, looked at me with curiosity.
"Have you ever hurt yourself while driving your red car?" she asked again, interested.
"Well, umâŠ" I hesitated for a moment on what words to choose so as not to alarm her further. "Sometimes we have small bumps, but the barriers on the track protect us when we go off."
Emily seemed more at ease with the softened version of reality, although she still looked worried and upset. I didnât know why I was telling her all this considering she was probably no older than five and I might be scaring her.
"Hey, now tell me something about you, since Iâm on holidays and I donât want to talk about my work! What do you like to do? I donât know anything about you yet!"
Her eyes lit up when I asked her that. My main intention was to change the subject, but something inside me was glad to see her so happy when I showed some kind of interest in her.
"I love to paint and play!" she exclaimed. "I also like going to the park with mummy, dancing and singing at her work! And I also like tales!"
"Whatâs your favorite tale?"
âMommy always tells me one about a prince who is part of a blue team and takes part in an important game every year, and he always wins! And in the end, he falls in love with a very pretty waitress, and they have a little baby and take care of it together, and theyâre very happy!â
I got in absolute shock at her words.
Could it...?
No, itâs impossible, thereâs no way thatâs some kind of version of my story with Y/N. It must be the exhaustion and all the hustle and bustle of these last few days that are starting to make my head a mess.
I didnât know what else to say, so while I tried to sort my thoughts, we sat in silence for a while. I changed the channel from the local one to the cartoons that had been on earlier to keep Emily entertained.
The little one didnât say anything else, but she did snuggle up to me as if she had known me for much more than less than an hour.
When some amount of time had passed, I felt slight tugs on my shirt. I hadnât realized I had closed my eyes and had dozed off a little. Emilyâs little smile brought me back to reality:
âIs something wrong, little one?â I asked, worried that something had happened to her.
âAunt Hanna is still on the phone, and Peppa Pig is over,â she pointed to the TV with her little hand. âAnd you probably have to leave soon... Mrs. Heike and Mr. Norbert are coming back any moment now!â
âBut this is my house. Iâm not going anywhere,â I said, trying not to laugh. âHeike and Norbert are my parents. Do you remember that I told you that before?â
She nodded, relieved and partly remembering that we had talked about it earlier. From her face, I knew she was about to say something more, but I didnât hear her when I noticed my phone vibrating in my pocket.
I tried to disconnect as much as possible when I was on âvacation,â but given that it could be an important work issue, I decided to check what the notification was about.
To my absolute surprise, it was a message from Y/N:
Hi, Seb.
Iâm so sorry for not replying to you earlier. I completely forgot...
I really wanted to, but with one thing and another, itâs been impossible. Hanna has probably talked to you about it, so I wonât say much more so I donât stress you out more than you probably already are.
I promise that the next time you come, Iâll be there, and weâll talk about whatever you want.
I think we have quite a few things to discuss about, and I hope youâre not upset with me when that happens.
I read the message more times than I could count, not believing what my eyes were seeing. Relief mixed with confusion at the last sentence. âI think we have quite a bit to discuss, and I hope youâre not upset with me when that happensâ didnât make me think of anything good, especially coming from Y/N.
I took some time to reply, maybe hoping that Hanna, who I saw was coming back into the house, could help me. I started to worry again when I saw a forced smile on her face, as if she was trying to hide something, just as she seemed to have been doing all day.
I started to hear the door lock and then it opening. I knew perfectly by the way of walking that it was my parents, and Emily seemed to know it as well. The little one jumped off the sofa and ran towards them, which surprised me quite a bit.
I only did the same, except I stood up as calmly as I could, with a kind of fear I couldnât explain.
âYouâve come back home!â the little girl shouted excitedly, bouncing up and down. âMrs. Heike, Mrs. Heike! Can I ask you something now that your son, the one who drives cars and is very liked by mom, is here?â
My mother looked at the little girl, and then at me. Her face changed completely when she realized that Emily wasnât lying and that I was, in fact, back home. I didnât know what Hanna was like at that moment, but I would swear she was more distressed than she had been all day.
Even my father, who normally was a person who didnât get flustered by anything, seemed quite nervous.
Emily and I, however, seemed to be the only ones who werenât catching on and were living in our bubble of innocence.
âDoes your mommy have a nickname for you, Sebastian?â the little one asked me in a low voice, calling me by my name for the first time. Then she asked me to bend down and carefully placed her hand on my ear to tell me something so that no one would hear. âMy mommy says Iâm the sunshine of her life, but she always says to me not to tell anyone, that she calling me that way is a secret between us. No one answers me why when I ask them, do you know why?â
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Hello sorry if this is a bad time but I have a request, I saw that you write for Cookie run Kingdom and I was wondering if you could write a new where the reader is Elder Faerie Cookie's child, you can choose if their biological or not, but the reader is also the reincarnation of someone the beast cookies cared about, I just thought that dynamic would be interesting, but if you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnightđ.
YO- I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING I HAD AN IDEA SIMILAR TO THIS-
You have a good day/night too!
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Curiosity
[PLATONIC]
(Parent! Elder Fairie Cookie X Reader X Parental! Beast Cookies)
(Slight White Lily X Reader)
Notes:
Reader will be Non-binary
The story will start with how you met the beast cookies
Then it will show how they created their parental bond with Elder Fairie
For the Beasts, I made up new names for their past selves before they became corrupted.
Reader was one of the most optimistic [Flavor] cookies one would meet.
The kind to give out flowers to make cookies' day better, presenting a beautiful frosty white smile to every cookie they walked by.
Practically every cookie that passed by them was filled with joy.
Oh shit I think this is my longest post-
..... I think I forgot something here but I can't remember what it is...
It started.... one too many eons ago. During times when they weren't who they used to be.
Warning! Mentions of Death!
{Third POV}
~~~~~
[Reader] wowed at the structure before them. The library that was said to be built was finally finished. They walked into the library and awed at all the books there. However, the building was empty.
"Good afternoon young one." The young cookie flinched and turned around, to see a cookie with blue eyes and golden brown dough. But what caught the attention of the young cookie was the beautiful gem that was displayed on his collar. "H-Hello" [Reader] answered nervously. "Did you come for a specific book?" The older cookie asked. To that, [Reader] nodded.
"Excellent! What kind?" He asked. [Reader] chuckled and rubbed their arm. "Uhhh... The-Thea-tri-cal." [Reader] answered with hesitation, due to them being young and unknowledgeable. "Do you mean Theatrical? Ones about shows and plays?" The blue eyed cookie asked with a smile. [Reader] nodded excitedly, explaining that they've heard some other cookies talking about it and was curious.
"That would be this way." The librarian started to lead the way towards the children's section, searching for the "puppet shows" books. "So, what's your name little cookie? Shouldn't you be with your parents?" [Reader] laughed as they found a book they liked. "My name is [Reader] Cookie. You can call me [Reader]. Dad crumbled and mom followed after. How about you, mister?" The little cookie answered as if it was a normal thing to say aloud.
The librarian gasped and held their hand to their mouth before taking in a deep breath and sat beside [Reader]. "Oh My Witches... My name is Blueberry Milk Cookie. Feel free to call me Blueberry Milk." [Reader] smiled and nodded before they started to read. blueberry Milk Cookie gave a sad look towards [Reader]. 'They're... all alone' He thought as he turned his gaze to the book that [Reader] was holding. "How old are you? You seem to understand this book really well." He asked.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm six." It was like a punch to the gut to Blueberry Milk Cookie. "[Reader], if you need anything, you can come to me okay?" The librarian offered, wanting to help the child before him. "Okay." [Reader] responded. [Reader] and Blueberry Milk spent hours together, until [Reader] decided to leave.
After leaving the Library, [Reader] started running, only to bump into multiple cookies. "Oh- Sorry about-" "Watch it, Kid!" The young cookie went wide eyed as the older cookies glared at them. "I-I didn't mean to- I was just- AHH!" The younger cookie screamed as the older cookies grabbed them by their shirt collar.
"What's going on here?" The older cookies let go of [Reader], causing them to fall on their butt as they watched the exchange. "Strawberry Sugar Cookie!" They exclaimed happily. [Reader] scooted back in worry. After all, all they saw was pink. The owner of that pink wore a crown as well, as if they were the current King or Queen of the kingdom.
"Oh my! Who is this?" [Reader] yelped as they were suddenly picked up by the cookie they were just worried about. Pink robes, wings and a halo, but like with Blueberry Milk Cookie, what drawn [Reader] to this cookie, was the heart shaped gem that was in the crown the the cookie who picked them up. "Oh goodness! You're hurt, worry not, I have a friend who will fix your dough!" They smiled before suddenly taking flight.
"WAAHHH!" [Reader] screamed and tightly held onto the pink robed cookie. "Is everything alright?" Strawberry Sugar asked. [Reader] just shrugged and looked down, only to regret it and unconsciously nuzzle into the crook of her neck in fear. "Oh dear, not a fan of heights? What's your name?" [Reader] told her their name and Strawberry Sugar responded happily. "Well it's nice to meet you [Reader]! My name is Strawberry Sugar Cookie." [Reader] almost felt that Strawberry Sugar's happiness was infectious and smiled.
After a joyful conversation to take [Reader]'s mind off the height they were flying at, they reached a temple. A temple so grand that [Reader] has never seen anything like it. But something else, was that there was an enormous line. "So many people!" [Reader] stood close to Strawberry Sugar.
1: To not get lost
2: Everyone was too loud and [Reader] didn't like it
3: WHERE EVEN WERE THEY???
[Reader] followed Strawberry Sugar as they practically cut through the line. Of course, other people objected and tried to cut as well but the guards blocked them. Some guards tried to "protect" Strawberry Sugar by grabbing [Reader] away from them. But after Strawberry Sugar explained that you two went to visit "Her" together, they let you go.
You walked up stairs and stairs, passing halls, and beautiful depictions along stained glass. "So... Who is Her?" The small cookie asked with a tilt of their head. "Oh? I haven't told you? We're gonna fix that little wounds of yours little one. The one going to do that~" With a dramatic pause, Strawberry Sugar pulled a curtain, revealing a figure dressed in white. "Is Wheat Flour Cookie!"
"Strawberry Sugar... What have I told you about our volume in my temple?" Strawberry Sugar flinched and pouted, taking a few steps back. You awed at the white dressed cookie that was sitting before you. "G-Good afternoon Ma'am." [Reader] responded politely with a bow.
Strawberry Sugar and Wheat Flour talked about why her and [Reader] were here. Soon after, Strawberry Sugar left [Reader] alone with the healer.
"So... Enlighten me, what happened young cookie?"
{Second POV}
~~~~~
You kneeled and sat on your knees just like Wheat Flour Cookie. "Umm..." You hesitated, not knowing where to start. "How about we start from the beginning. What did you do today?" You hummed as you started recalling your day. The cookies talking about that play, meeting Blueberry Milk Cookie, reading, running into two older male cookies and getting threatened, meeting Strawberry Sugar Cookie, flying to the temple, and then right now.
Wheat Flour nodded and took your small dough hands into her own before giving some advice. Telling you to simply ignore those who wish harm upon you and that you should continue to find joy and hope in your life. Suddenly, with a white and golden glow, all the wounds you previously had were healed.
You were in awe and Wheat Flour told you to sit beside her as she tended to other cookies. You just nodded and sat beside her. Those next few hours were spent helping Wheat Flour with the other cookies.
You had fun and when you left you saw Strawberry Sugar Cookie just laying down, sleeping. You were in shock. 'Did she wait for me?' You thought and smiled before gently shaking her awake. "Oh... all done?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes. You nodded and she smiled. "Good. A little birdie told me that you met Blueberry Milk Cookie before this. Is that right?" You nodded and her eyes sparkled. "Wonderful! You know, Him, me and Wheat Flour are really good friends."
You wowed. They were friends? You had no clue. "Would you like to meet the other two?" She asked with a tilt of her head. You nodded eagerly. The cookies you've met so far were some of the nicest people you've met. You were.... happy.
Strawberry Sugar pulled you close to her before jumping and flying off one of the many cliffs. You screamed again, but instead of fear, it was in excitement. Strawberry Sugar would do cool flips and tricks with you tightly holding on. It was so much fun, just flying above Crispia.
"And here!" Strawberry Sugar said as you two landed. "It's so hot!" You sweatdropped and fanned yourself with your hand. "Ahah~! Yeah- Crushed Spice Cookie and Sea Salt Cookie like warm areas." You hummed at the explanation and you kicked your feet in the sand, not used to being so close to the water. "Heheh~ Do you like the sand?" Strawberry Sugar asked as she followed behind you.
You nodded, digging your feet into the sand before the waves suddenly washed onto the shore, splashing onto your clothes and your dough. You flinched and accidentally fell into the water and Strawberry Sugar laughed before helping you up. "Oh dear! how clumsy!" She picked you up and dusted the sand off your clothes. You chuckled as she pat you head and started leading you towards somewhere.
"So... Salt and Spice? What are they like?" You asked. Strawberry Sugar hummed in thought. "Crushed Spice is... really competitive. And Sea Salt is pretty... reserved?" Strawberry Sugar shrugged. "I haven't seen them in a while so I can't remember at the top of my head."
After a few more minutes of walking you found yourself in front of a nice house. Strawberry Sugar, noticing the look you were giving, said, "It's bigger on the inside. They both don't like cramped spaces." You asked if they lived together and she nodded, saying how those two acted like brothers.
Strawberry Sugar barged in and you followed. You felt bad for entering uninvited but it is what it is. You continued to follow Strawberry Sugar since you didn't want to get lost. Once she stopped walking, you looked in front to see two cookies with... really funny bedheads. You can't really blame them though, you left Wheat Flour's temple at dusk and Strawberry Sugar and you decided to fly the whole night. So when you got there it was only dawn.
The red one looked angry while the lavender one just looked extremely tired. The more angry one, you guess was Crushed Spice. He just walked up to Strawberry Sugar before grabbing her by her collar and dragging her. Strawberry Sugar tried protesting but then just crossed her arms and pouted.
You didn't know how to feel since you were just left alone with Sea Salt Cookie. It was silent as you two just stood there. until Sea Salt asked if you wanted a snack. You nodded and walked with the lavender cookie into the kitchen. He asked what kind of snack you wanted and you said you were fine with anything since you were a guest.
He just nodded before pouring you a bowl of cereal. You took it, thanked him and sat at the table to eat. It was comfortable silence for you two... Until you heard screaming and shouting from Strawberry Sugar and Crushed Spice. You gave a worried looked to Sea Salt but he just chuckled and told you that it's fine and that they do that all the time. You just nodded slowly, eating you food but stopping halfway once you saw Strawberry Sugar seemingly running for her dough from a flaring Crushed Spice.
As much as you were worried, you found it extremely fun.
Ever since those two days, you've been... seeing them more often.
Blueberry Milk Cookie would sit beside you when you visited the library and read to you
Strawberry Sugar Cookie would practically fly you anywhere you wanted
Wheat Flour Cookie would send you letters with different incenses... Sometimes even first aid kits...
Crushed Spice Cookie is technically your babysitter whenever Strawberry Sugar can't. At first you thought he doesn't like you but he's really soft with you... Even though he makes you do exercises with him...
Finally, Sea Salt Cookie. He's pretty chill. You two would just take naps most of the time. His room is just the right temperature to sleep forever.
The five of them acted like the parents you never had. It made you happy.
Everything went well...
Until it didn't...
That fated day their souls turned black.
You went to visit Wheat Flour Cookie because it was the anniversary you met everyone. You already gave your gifts to the others, Wheat Flour waas last because you knew how busy she was.
Now normally you'd wait in line with everyone else but today since you were just going to go in and out, you decided to use your "VIP Card" that she gave you. But others got pissed. They were jealous and confused. Why would you, a small cookie that looked like the happiest cookie they could be, want to go see Wheat Flour Cookie?
No cookie acted until a middle aged cookie did. They ran out of line and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" You just blinked twice and gave them a smile, holding up the gift you were going to give. "I'm going to give this to Wheat Flour Cookie." The smile you gave just pissed them off as they asked why you weren't going o line up. You told them the reason, that you wouldn't take a long time and that you had a VIP card.
The cookie just stared down at the card before smirking. "Say.. Can I.. Borrow that for a bit?" You were about to lend it but you remembered what Wheat Flour said. "Sorry. I would but Wheat Flour said that this was only mine. It has my name." You flipped the card, showing your name. "[Reader] Cookie..." The cookie before you glared at the card before looking back at the line. "Can I... come with you then?"
You didn't see a problem with that so you nodded. Other cookies who saw the exchange, started to run out of the line to talk with you. Until a massive group started to run over to you so that they could talk to Wheat Flour cookie before everyone else. You held the gift close to your chest and sucked in your breath as the other cookies started yelling excuses, causing the guard cookies to have trouble keeping people in line.
"My family is sick!"
"My family is poor!"
"My daughter-"
"My Son-"
"My Father-"
"My Mother-"
"My Brother-"
"My Sister-"
"Aunt!"
"Uncle!"
The excuses kept coming as you tried to get away. No cookie admitted that they wanted everything for themselves. You didn't know how to answer any of it. You didn't have the power to choose one over the other. Until finally, a cookie, desperate enough, grabbed the sword off one of the guard cookies and stabbed you from behind.
You screamed in pain, dropping the gift you brought and coughed. Chaos erupted after that. Cookies started attacking each other left and right. One of the guard cookies, picked you up before running to where Wheat Flour was.
"MY LADY!" They yelled, barging through the door. Wheat Flour, who was just waiting for the next cookie to come in, was in complete shock as she saw you looking pale and panting heavily. "W-What happened?!" She asked as the guard placed you before her. "A fight broke out in front of the temple." They explained, saluting. Wheat Flour, using her magic to look at what was happening was in shock. This has never happened before.
"Call the others. I cannot handle this myself, considering the amount of Cookies there are." The guard nodded and left, leaving you in the arms of Wheat Flour. She tried her best to heal you but it was barely effective. The wound was too deep and you lost too much. Wheat Flour started panicking. She gently patted your cheeks, trying to get you to stay awake but it wasn't working.
"No- no no no no no-! Come now- Don't- Don't do this to me-" Wheat Flour panted as tears reached her eyes. In that very moment, the others came in. "Wheat Flour! What's going ooAAAAAHHHh!" Strawberry Sugar Cookie screamed as she saw the state you were in. She raced over to where you were, already bursting into tears. "What happened?!? Who did this!!?" Strawberry Sugar took you into her arms, holding you tight, trying to see if you were still breathing.
Desperate banging and screaming could be heard on the other side of the temple doors. "We'll keep the cookies at bay! Take care of [Reader]!" Crushed Spice Cookie snarled as Blueberry Milk and Sea Salt followed.
Wheat Flour and Strawberry Sugar tried to use their magic to heal you but it barely worked. Strawberry Sugar started to hyperventilate as Wheat Flour's hand started shaking. They both saw your breathing get slower and slower until it became nonexistent... and finally... they snapped.
Outside, Blueberry Milk, Crushed Spice, and Sea Salt tried their best to not hurt any of the other cookies. But it all went out the window when they heard Strawberry Sugar's scream. They've never heard her scream like that before. But what shocked them was that she flew up, just above the temple, and used her magic to blast the cookies away, killing them.
Cookies who saw that started running off. But they weren't able to get far because Wheat Flour was there to stop them. Both girls made cookies crumble and the others didn't know what to do... When they caught sight of the temple, they caught a clear sight of your crumbled body, clearly unmoving. Blueberry Milk covered his mouth while Sea Salt gasped as his legs shook. Crushed Spice gritted his teether before all he saw was blood red. He grabbed the sword he once used against enemies and used it against his fellow cookies.
That one, anger-filled strike, caused one of Wheat Flour's mountains to split in two. With that, Blueberry Milk and Sea Salt followed, using their own powers to use against the other cookies.
After all the cookies have crumbled, the gang became enraged. They were blinded by their hatred and grief that they went all around Crispia, crumbling any cookie they saw. This went on for years...
Until the Witches caught notice. they sealed the enraged Cookies in the remote continent of Beast Yeast. Before they saw your crumbled body. They felt it all. The pain and regret you held in your heart. You were too young to experience all that.
The Witches decided to place your soul in a newly baked body before they placed you before the Fairie Kingdom. Elder Fairie cookie found and he received a prophecy from the Witches.
The Witches explained how they entrusted some of the Beast's powers to the child so that the beasts cannot reclaim their full power because they know that the Beasts wouldn't harm the child. Elder Fairie understood and took in the child as his own. Not only so that the child could help quell the beasts from destroying the Fairie Kingdom but so that he could help the child control their powers when they're older.
Years passed and [Reader] was now a teenager [Even though they're like- Hundreds of years old by now]. They were doing their daily chores. When suddenly, he saw Silverbell cookie with someone they've never seen before. She had white hair and a floral green dress. "Ah! Your Highness! What timing." You nodded. "Silverbell Cookie. Who is this?" You asked as you fixed your clothes. "Oh, this is White Lily Cookie. She saved me while I was wounded."
You gave a sympathetic gaze to Silverbell and you bowed your head to White Lily. "Oh goodness! Thank you for helping him. Silverbell Cookie can be very... frail." You chuckled as Silverbell gave you a pout.
"Oh! You must be Elder Fairie Cookie that I've been hearing about then? You're much younger than I expected." White Lily gave you a smile and you laughed bashfully. "Ahahah! Actually no! That's my father. My name is [Reader] Cookie." White Lily gasped and rubbed the back of her neck, apologizing. You told her that everything was fine and you offered to introduce her to your father. She accepted happily and you dismissed Silverbell before leading her through the kingdom.
Seeing White Lily's awestruck gaze, you found yourself staring at her a little too long that you tripped over your feet. "Oh goodness! Here, let me help you." You felt your dough heat up as you took her hand and stood up. "Thank you..." You replied bashfully before continuing to lead her through the Kingdom. For some reason... Her smile reminded you of someone. You... can't remember where though.
When you introduced her to Elder Fairie, he was shocked. A cookie from a different continent... here? Interacting with his child- UUHHH- WHAT'S WITH THAT SMILE YOU'RE GIVING HER???
Elder Fairie looked between you two but kept his calm. You told him everything that Silverbell told you and Elder Fairie nodded. He just asked you to tour her around and you walked away with her happily.
'My child- With a girl???' Elder Fairie looked looked around desperately trying to find an excuse as to pry you away from White Lily. 'They're too young still! I never even let them out of the kingdom! Suddenly there's a girl they look fond of???' Elder Fairie went to his chambers to think.
Meanwhile, you were showing White Lily every crevice of the kingdom, loving how fascinated she was with everything you showed her. But then you shivered 'Why do I feel like I'm going to get punished for some reason..?' you thought in confusion before shaking it off, turning your attention back to White Lily.
"AAAGH! The seal is cracking!!"
"Your Majesty! Are you hurt?!"
"No, I'm unharmed! [Reader], are you alright?"
"I'm okay..."
The seal... you've heard about it from your father. You were told that ancient beings laid dormant in the silver tree. Beings that turned to beasts and wrecked havoc in the olden days. Your father told you how each beast had a soul jam. however, once the beasts were trapped, their soul jam was lost and given to other cookies. One of them being White Lily Cookie. You were worried for her safety but if she holds ancient powers then your fears are quelled.
"And evil will that has focused all its rage on breaking free from confinement. It must have angered the Beasts greatly now that each Soul Jam has found its rightful owner. Yes... they sensed that unless they escape now... they might never be granted another chance in the future. All their might now serves one single purpose- destroying the hated seal."
"Everyone, we must stand our ground. Our place now is by the Guardian of the Seal!" White Lily claimed as she stood beside you. "We shall protect His Majesty or crumble! For if the Guardian falls, there is no way to stop the Beasts from escaping." You helped White Lily motivate the other guards as you all raced to the silver tree. To see a major split.
"The seal has already split so wide..." White Lily gasped. You took her hand into yours. Telling her that it was all going to be okay, then gave her a reassuring nod. She smiled and then raised her staff. "Everyone, fight with me!"
Shadowy beings crawled out of the seal as cookies started fighting. White Lily started charging a powerful attack as someone started to protect the spellcaster. Which just so happened to be you.
"đđđđ đđđđđđđđ⊠đđđđ đđđđđâŠ"
You gasped as a voice suddenly played through you head. "Hello..?" You whispered as you continued to protect White Lily.
"đłđđ'đ đđđđ đđâŠâŠ [đđđđđđ]..?"
You tensed up. as the voice said your name. "How do you know me..?" You bit the inside of your cheek but before the voice answered, White Lily's attack hit. Blocking the beasts and preventing the voice from talking with you.
You furrowed your brows, your curiosity is now peaked and you wanted to know how the voice knew you.
However, we all know the saying,
"Curiosity Killed the Cat"
Okay- I'm tired now-
Like for a part 2
(âŻââŻ.âŻââŻ)â
Goodnight
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Shadows and Surprises (4)
Part 4 of Azriel x Reader fanfic! I hope you are all enjoying - please let me know your thoughts! I am going to try and post these chapters on Sundays from now on.
Summary: Azriel meets y/n at Rita's and spends a single night of passion with you before heading your separate ways. Only, the Mother had different ideas.
Warnings: pregnancy.
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Azriel's POV
Azriel had absolutely no idea how this dinner was going to go. Truth be told, he expected you to politely decline and to take your dinner in your bedroom, give yourself some time to adjust to the change of pace your life had taken so suddenly that day. You surprised him once again - but that's what you seemed to do to him. Surprise him. You surprised him by taking an interest in him at Rita's that night, allowing him to tentatively approach you and offer to buy you a drink. You surprised him with a baby, his child. You surprised him by allowing him to not only be part of his child's life so easily, as if you hadn't only known him for a few drunken hours, and in turn, to be part of his life. He wasn't sure that his emotions had really settled down and processed the day - but he felt, deep down, that he quite liked your surprising nature.
Azriel offered you his arm and walked you slowly to the dining room in a comfortable silence; although he felt your body tense as you both approached the door and heard the laughter and chatter behind. He gave you a look - an offer to turn back - but you took a deep breath and nodded towards the door. Azriel opened it, and everyone went silent.
As you walked towards the 2 empty seats on the table, Cassian bounced out of his chair and walked towards y/n, giving her a bear hug.
"How are you feeling, y/n? Are you sure you're not too tired?" he asked, glancing down at your stomach. You chuckled. Y/n had no idea what she was in for living here with him and Cassian - both quickly becoming Mother Hens to y/n and the unborn child.
Y/n laughed in response, giving Cassian a gentle shove on the shoulder. "I'm fine, Cassian, thank you". You had seemed to ease quite a bit with Cassian's presence - perhaps because you felt you had more than one person in your corner. For some reason, Azriel felt a pang of jealousy at how quickly Cassian was able to put you at peace. He pushed the feeling down and guided you by the elbow to your seat.
Mor, however, had other plans - bounding over to y/n and pulling her back up out of her chair and into a hug.
"It is so nice to meet you, y/n! Azriel had a lot to say about you after your little tusk that night post-Rita's", Mor winked. Azriel went bright red, but y/n only laughed.
"Clearly he had a lot more than just things to say", y/n replied, gesturing at her stomach. There was a brief, silent pause; and Azriel held his breath. The pause broke almost immediately,though, as the entire table bursting out into a fit of laughter at your joke. Azriel felt himself relax a bit into his chair, feeling the initial awkward atmosphere dissipating.
Amren didn't stand, instead holding up her glass in gesture to y/n. "Pleasure to meet you", she calls out, taking a long gulp of her drink. Y/n replied kindly, and took her seat at the table. The House produced platters upon platters and everyone dished themselves a plate.
Dinner went forward as uneventful as it could have been. Jokes were passed, at Azriel's expense, and y/n was questioned relentlessly by Mor about her pregnancy and the baby, but there was a comfortable aura in the room and that was all he could have hoped for.
"Is it a boy or a girl?", Mor asked, having dragged her chair around the table after the meal to sit in front of y/n, her hands resting on y/n's swollen stomach.
"I have no idea! Madja said it is impossible to know, but there are some potential indications. I had a rough first trimester, which Madja said is more like a girl - but I also get headaches a lot - which is more like a boy".
"Az, what do you think?", Mor asked, her hands not leaving the small bump.
"I don't mind as long as they are healthy", he replied, watching in awe as Mor placed her head against the bump to try and listen in. Azriel realised that Mor was touching the baby bump before he had and felt that surge of jealousy rear its ugly head once more.
"And that they have wings", Cassian grinned.
"Ah, they do have wings", y/n replied nonchalantly, not realising quite how important that fact would be for the 3 males sat at the table. They all exchanged big smiles, thinking about the day they would be able to take Azriel's son or daughter, their nephew or niece, out to the forest to learn how to fly. Y/n looked up and smiled in response.
"For a 50/50 chance, we got lucky then", Cassian said, raising his own glass upwards in thanks to the Mother. Y/n smiled at him, but Azriel didn't miss the slight glassy-eyed look she had, the way her smile faltered if only for a millisecond and, when she recovered it, the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
Azriel watched as Mor peppered y/n with more questions about pregnancy and the baby, and noticed as y/n's shoulders began to sag slightly with exhaustion. You had also noticed that Rhys was more withdrawn than usual, offering his input into the conversation less than he would normally. Since he had come back from under the mountain, you knew there was something he was holding back, but never wanted to push your brother more than he was comfortable with. You had let him know you were there for him, and would wait.
"I think it's time we head up for the night", he said, standing and offering a hand to y/n. He saw the grateful look in your eye as you accepted.
"Thank you for a wonderful dinner", y/n said, giving Mor, Cassian and Rhys another hug each and Amren a small wave before walking to the door.
"Tomorrow?", Mor called after them. Y/n turned to give Mor a nod, and walked up the stairs ahead of Azriel.
"What's tomorrow?", he asked.
"Mor has asked me to go shopping with her for some maternity clothes and perhaps some bits for the baby. I know we have months to go, but we can't be too prepared I suppose. Plus, she was so excited, I didn't have the heart to turn her down".
Azriel felt the pang again. He hadn't even placed a hand on the swollen bump where his unborn child was growing, and Mor was already taking you shopping for baby items?
"Can I join?", he asked, before he could stop himself. Y/n faltered on the stairs.
"Would you want to?".
"Of course I would, why would you think I wouldn't?".
Y/n looked at the floor, cheeks blushing a deep red. "I just didn't think you'd be interested in going shopping". Azriel could tell that wasn't the real reason, but the deepness of the red your cheeks had gone told him that you weren't comfortable enough to share the reason just yet.
"I'd like to come, if that's ok", he replied, placing a hand on y/n's lower back to gentle guide their direction back towards the stairs and to their bedrooms.
"Yes, I'd like that", y/n replied, face still a deep shade of crimson. "Thank you for tonight, and for everything Az, I really appreciate it".
"You're more than welcome".
When he reached y/n's door, Azriel didn't know the correct way to say goodbye. Does he hug you? Offer you a kiss on the cheek? The hand? High-five you? He opted for a light squeeze on your bicep.
"Shout if you need anything".
Y/n nodded and departed behind the bedroom door, leaving Azriel alone in the hallway.
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Y/N POV
"Mor. No", y/n said, watching Mor pull a slinky emerald green dress from the rack.
"What?! It says it's maternity!".
Y/n couldn't even grace Mor with a response. The dress, if it could even be called a dress, was just lines of emerald green velvet ribbon which showed off more than it covered. A beautiful dress, but not an everyday maternity dress.
They had been shopping for hours now, Azriel in tow holding the bags, and y/n had begun to get tired. With a beautiful new wardrobe of maternity clothes courtesy of Rhysand's card, it had been a successful shop. They had looked at baby items and started a list of things you would need, but they hadn't picked up anything to buy today. You were looking for the perfect first item to buy your baby and hadn't quite found it.
"I think I need to call it a day, Mor", you say, struggling to pull yourself up off the store sofa. Azriel and Mor rush to your side, each taking an arm and helping you to your feet. You chuckle.
"If I am this bad at only 4 months, wait until I'm 8". Mor laughs, but Azriel looks at you with a fierce expression on his face.
"Then I will carry you".
You gape at him, but Mor only laughs at how serious Azriel's face was.
"Az, she will be fine".
Azriel didn't look the slightest bit convinced. He picked up all the bags and followed you and Mor out of the shop and towards the House of Wind. Mor winnowed up, taking the bags with her, whilst Azriel flew you - careful to mind your stomach. You had noticed his apprehension about your stomach and it made you uneasy. He almost seemed, apprehensive, of it?
Once upstairs, Mor kissed your cheek and winnowed home, leaving you and Azriel. You left the bags in the living room, too tired to deal with them now, and made your way to your bedroom. You had just taken your makeup off and got yourself into bed when you hear a knock at the door.
"Come in".
Azriel walks in, a tray in hand. He places it next to you on the bed, and you are delighted to see it brimming with delicious food and your indigestion tonic. You pat the space next to you on the bed, inviting Azriel to join, and tuck in. You notice him walk over slowly, almost as if giving you an out to change your mind and send him away, before he sighed and climbed carefully on to the bed next to you. He watched as you finished the food he had prepared and took a dose of your tonic, settling back on the pillows.
"How are you feeling?", he asked.
"Tired, I didn't realise how exhausting it was to grow a baby. Everything hurts all the time".
"What is hurting now?" concern lacing his voice. You sigh.
"My legs, my feet, my lower back, my shoulders. Turns out carrying around another small human does a number on you".
Without a word, Azriel pulls the covers down from your body and moves to sit at the end of the bed. Taking your legs and placing them in his lap. He starts to rub them and you let out a contented grunt. You stay like that, in silence, for a while - Azriel taking the time to release the pressure you felt from a day of walking around the shops.
"Az?", you ask quietly. He looks to you and raises a brow.
"Why haven't you touched the bump?".
He stills.
"I- I didn't want to upset you or offend you".
You stare at him. Upset or offend you? It's just as much his child in there as it is yours! Your face softens as you take in his, his eyes longingly looking at the swelling.
"You can, Az".
Azriel moves slowly to sit next to you again. You see his scarred hands shake as he places them on his legs, as if considering how to do this. You know there is a story there, a traumatic one, but you don't want to push Azriel to tell. You see him reach one hand out and gently place it on the centre of your stomach, his eyes glancing to you to make sure you are ok with it. You nod, encouraging him to continue. He reaches out the other and cups your stomach. He stays there a while, looking both content and unsure all at once, before he looks to you and smiles.
"Thank you".
Your heart almost breaks.
"Az, you don't need to thank me. This is your child. You can do this any time you want". He nods, his stoic Spymaster face back on as he returns to the other end of the bed and picks your legs back up.
"Keep this up, Az, and I'm going to fall asleep".
He grins at you - "that's the aim".
You give him a half-lidded smile as you feel your eyes forcing themselves shut and your body sinking into the bed.
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Azriel POV
Azriel keeps up his massage until your breathing becomes slow and steady. He looks up to see you sleeping peacefully, your hair fanned out across the pillows. He smiles, and glances down at your bump, still uncovered by the duvet and peeking out of your pyjama top.
He still hadn't wrapped his head around the fact that you were here, pregnant, with his child. He didn't think it would sink in for quite some time.
Slowly, he moves himself up the bed towards you, careful not to wake you, and places his hands gently on the bump. Resting his head on the bed, he turns to face your stomach.
"Hi baby, I'm your dad".
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"The Alchemy" = Karlie's POV of how she's going to take Taylor from Travis?
"I haven't come around in so long
But I'm making a comeback to where I belong"
Karlie showing up at the Eras Tour! Taylor didn't spend long enough with either of the beards for "so long" to make any sense as being about them. How do you make a comeback when you're barely a thing to begin with? Karlie's comeback was headline news though.
"So when I touch down
Call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team
Ditch the clowns, get the crown"
Her football fan baby ("fly like a jet stream") is touching down and coming to sweep away the understudies, users, narcissists and clowns. King of my Heart coming to reclaim her crown! We can only hope đ
"Cause the sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me"
Taylor can rewrite history all she wants, but Tratty was never a thing and no-one with a brain can buy the idea that he was the love of her life ten years ago, while Kissgate was happening right in front of him. Peak Kaylor era. When we all saw with our own eyes how she looked at Karlie! But, no, it was Matty all along! Sure, Jan.
Meanwhile, even the "anyone but Karlie" Gaylors who hate her can't deny Taylor has been writing songs about Karlie for a decade now. Even they think she's not over her. So who "still" has Taylor's heart and could make a comeback? Mmhmm.
"I circled you on a map"
Flashback to Taylor highlighting Kaylor-related towns on the weather map in the Lavender Haze music video. Uh-huh.
"Who are we to fight the alchemy?"
Alchemy is the process of turning things into gold. Are we really going to sit here and pretend this isn't Ms Gold Rush, Ms "it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold"? Are we really going to pretend Karlie hasn't been gold coded since the beginning? But no! This is about Travis! Totally! Does your blindfold fit snugly enough, babe, or do you want me to tighten it some more for you? đ
"Hey, what if I told you we're cool
That child's play back in school
Is forgiven under my rule?"
The child's play is the bearding. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. It's getting so old to never grow up. Karlie is saying it all means nothing.
"These blokes warm the benches
We've been on a winning streak"
Her British beards have just been keeping Karlie's seat warm. While she and Taylor have privately been on a winning streak.
(Seriously, the construction of this song makes no sense if you believe it's about Travis. How could she have been "on a winning streak" with him, while "these blokes" were present-tense warming the benches? Or are we supposed to believe they're just waiting on the sidelines for Taylor to get back with one of them? Even though things are so great with đ and she's said multiple times she doesn't want that? So . . . how is any of this working, exactly? What benches are they warming? Are we SURE the "we" is Travis? Hmm?)
"He jokes it's heroin but this time with an e"
People are so distracted by this "dig at Matty" they can't see what's right in front of their faces. Heroin with an e = heroine. As in, the female hero of a story. The joke is that the one to "save" Taylor won't be any of these jokers dressing up as kings. It's a woman. A HEROINE. Not a hero.
And then we get a football metaphor everyone will assume is about Travis, even though Karlie's love of football is well-documented. Do we really think Travis cares more about the beard he's made his meal ticket than he does about winning a trophy? Yeah, right. The days of wasted celebration with no Taylor in sight really give that impression. The thirst traps he was liking on Instagram while "dating" Taylor really show he only has eyes for her. Totally.
Meanwhile we have a million songs where Taylor tells us all her obviously-Karlie lover ever wanted was her.
I can't see The Alchemy any other way than as a Karlie comeback song. Bring it home, Karlie! We're all rooting for you! Go! Fight! Win! đ
Wow, Anon! I love this take! Lots of food for thought.
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i don't smoke, until i miss you boothill x reader
summary: Boothill was never a greedy man, he didn't ask for much yet he received the whole world. Just you and your child, he really didn't need much else, yet the cosmos seemed to have made a mistake and tried to rectify it by taking everything away.
explored themes. possibly ooc or lore inaccurate. 1k+ words, fluff to angst. written in 2nd pov. play i don't smoke while reading this, trust. can potentially be interpreted as platonic, if you squint rlly hard.
from author: i haven't played hsr in a while, yet researching boothill's lore just struck the rdr2 writer in me. per usual, i can't let myself be happy with anything but angst so grab a tissue. i haven't posted a work like this online before so i'm highkey nervous, but i'd love to hear what you think! there is some bonus info at the end, but i hope you enjoy this! (she said knowing this is what she ends up writing:)
Boothill was never one to smoke a cigarette, the most he would get close to one was standing next to you under a tree after a long day. You'd still offer him one, even though he always said no, as an act of acknowledgment. He couldn't do that now, though, the smoke would damage his robotic body even if he weren't the one inhaling it.
He'd be perched down on a large root of the tree you leaned back on, staring at your boots in his peripheral as you watched the sunset. The river running in the distance, your horses chewing on the grass below y'all when they weren't nipping at each other, the livestock settled down in the barns, and dinner sat on the warm fire for when the two of you returned.
"What's next?" He asks, his eyes following the line of your boot up to your face.
You always shrug, as if you never thought so far ahead. He did, fairly often in all truthfulness, and you only knew that because of how often he asked.
"'Suppose not much next, is there? Keep doin' this, 'till we're old and gray, then someone else takes over. Life goes on," you answer, flicking the ash out the tip of your cigarette.
He watches the ash burn itself in the grass as he thinks about your answer. It was food enough, neither of you learned much besides farm life. No such thing as anything more for the uneducated, which Boothill wouldn't have any other way.
He didn't mind waking and talking to Nick about the farm as he waited for you to come down for breakfast. He didn't mind wounding up the cattle every day while you watch or watching the horses while they round about the fields with you. The crops wouldn't harvest itself and there's no one else he'd rather harvest it with than you.
Life was good and Boothill was fine with it.
Would he have been so fine with it if you hadn't been hired by Nick and Graey when he turned a teen? He was glad he wouldn't have to find out. They hired a farmhand and he got a best friend, even if he was jealous they hired you in the first place.
He thought it meant he wasn't enough for them, not helpful enough, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth and you taught that to him.
And, while Boothill never liked to say he was right all along, there was more for the two of you than the repetitive cycles you'd fallen into. Matter of fact, he couldn't believe he was so content with just that now that you both had a daughter.
Maybe if you hadn't left your cigarette pack up in your room, the both of you wouldn't have returned when you did. Maybe if he wasn't waiting on the porch downstairs for you to return so you could join him at your usual place, he wouldn't have heard crying a little ways off from the house.
"What am I supposed ta' do with her?" He looks up at you when you find him. The cigarette pack falls into your pocket as if the box itself might contaminate the bundle of purity crying in Boothill's arms.
"Dunno. She like ta' join us?" You propose, motioning towards the tree up on a hill that waited patiently for you two. (Now, three.)
Boothill stood, joining you at full height. "Looks like she might."
The red-faced babe looked between the two of you, tears staining her little cheeks. How long has it been since you seen a baby? Quite a while, yet your first instinct still is to smile.
"Looks like it indeed."
From that day forward, you and Boothill were parents. Not even Nick or Graey questioned it when you both returned with a child. Finding one seemed to be common 'round those parts.
And boy, did parenthood change just about everything? She already had her first pony picked out before she could even walk, little boots and a hat, a sass about her, too.
Boothill couldn't recall the last time he was near a cigarette, not after you gave them to him to dispose of so that your little girl would never find them. It was never just the two of you at the tree again, always you three. Two grown horses and a little foal, growing along with her.
Now this he'd have no other way.
He was perched down on the large root of the tree beside you, where you sat as well. He could see the little girl in your lap in his peripheral, which he turned to look at when she called him.Â
For her, it wasn't Boothill, something more like "Papa." She had this little giggle in her voice when she said it and even after the most tiring days, Boothill never had been happier.
"What's it, sugar?" He asks, turning to look at her. You look as well when she crawls out of your lap and stands, waddling her way over to him.
Was this how the mares felt when their foal stood and walked over to them for the first time? If it was, he was jealous it took him so long to figure it out for himself. You looked just as surprised as he felt and neither of you knew how to respond. Nick and Graey taught him everything he knew, yet the two of you taught him more every day.
Boothill was never one to smoke a cigarette, but now he was the one flicking ash off the tip and watching as it burned the knee of his pants. Now he couldn't get the stench of smoke off of him.
It was nice, even though his metal body hissed in disagreement. He took another puff, then another. Would you feel betrayed that he never really disposed of the pack of cigarettes? He didn't know. But it was late nights where he thought of how he got them in the first place he was glad he didn't.
It was a brand new pack when you came down from the house, now it was nearly halfway empty.
Was this what it smelt like when the house burned? Did it burn the same way? â No, it couldn't have. This burn burnt good, this burn was all he had left of you. This burn reminded him of you and the sacrifices you made for your daughter, this burn reminds him of the two of you and all the sacrifices he'll make for you.
bonus information: | more here.
[ 1 ] "It was a new pack when you came down from the house, now it was nearly halfway empty." That's about how many times Boothill found himself thinking of you, so much so he needed something palpable. Y'know, because everything was burned so all he has is this vague smell of you? I'm sorry. He also has blown through other packs when he just wants to remember the comfort your presence had brought him at one point, he only uses your pack on those nights.
[ 2 ] Wanna know another kicker? Boothill knows for a fact you wouldn't have been happy if you knew he smoked, before his enhancements and after. You used to tell him that they were bad for him, which he already knew, but that was very long ago in the overall timeline of this fic. When he thinks about those times, he smokes another.
[ 3 ] He doesn't have anything to remember your daughter by, he might've if the IPC nuke came a little later so that she could've given him the gift she'd been working on. You might've been able to give him your gift as well, so he had something healthier to cling on to. Those are long since burned and buried, though.
[ 4 ] In the image thing, my brain is blanking on what it's called, the "Everyone you love is dead anyway" is a reference to "You're going to die anyway". Yes, that is the front of a Marlboro pack, lol.
[ 5 ] Alright alright, you've cried enough tears, but if you notice any other little details, I'd love to talk about them/hear your thoughts. I poured my soul into this so many thanks for giving it a shot!
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Yay, I finally finished the first chapter of my new fic...
â Our cursed loveâ
This is my first time writing an actual fic so it might not be that good, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged! I would really like to know your opinions on what I'm doing right and wrong, things I should change and so forth.
A little PS this is not going to be absolutely canon, there will be some changes to the lore and techniques so be warned. I am also fully up to date on the manga so there will be manga spoilers.
Please enjoy the first chapter of âĄOur cursed loveâĄ.
No warnings
~_Our cursed love._~
Chapter 1- Our pedestal.
~No one POV:~
The day is like any other day to most people. The sun blazing high in the bright blue sky, perfect white fluffy clouds dot the sky, moving along swiftly with the breeze. The sound of streets full of vehicles and streets full of people fills the air.
The day was like any other to non-sorcerers.
They all go about their lives, completely oblivious to the two Gods currently walking among them, blissfully unaware of the evil seeking to destroy these two Gods.
The day was like any other to the two Gods. Aware theyâre being hunted but unaware of each other.
Itâs true what they say, âignorance is blissâ and our two Gods will have to learn that lesson the hard way.
~3rd Person POV~
A young boy, around the age of 9 walks with an unusually cold face for a child wearing a blue hoodie with beige shorts and black sneakers. His expression isnât the only eye catching thing about him, his eyes are quite simply breathtaking. Strikingly brilliant sky blue orbs. His short, fluffy white hair gently swaying in the breeze.
To passers by he seems like a relatively normal child with oddly spectacular looks but normal is not a word fit to describe this God.
Satoru Gojo decided to take a trip to Shibuya for no other reason than boredom. He knows itâs âdangerousâ because of the many, many bounties on his head but does he care? No, of course not.
Why would he care? Heâs a âGodâ right? All these fools are beneath him, besides its clear that none of them would even be a problem, he might be 9 but he knows his place in this world, he knows the âblessingâ heâs been born with and he knows how to use it -albeit not well- one glare is enough to dissuade anyone crazy enough to target him.
He can sense them all around him, thinking theyâre hiding their cursed energy well but nothing can get past his six eyes, nothing.
~10 minutes earlier~
A young boy with long grey hair tied into a neat pony wearing a (f/c) shirt and (2/f/c) pants that are clearly too big for him and a pair of (f/c) boots steps out of a fancy black car in the middle of Shibuya. The 9 year old closes the door and the car drives off, left unattended which would be odd if he were just a boy, although his expression is somewhat normal for a boy his age, relatively bored, his eyes hidden by a pair of blacked out glasses with a circular frame.
He confidently makes his way through the busy streets, despite his small size he easily navigates a path through the much taller adults, some only sparing him a brief glance but none question why thereâs a clear gap between him and everyone, a physically space none of them an seem to cross, naturally and absentmindedly moving around the boy to avoid it.
M/n Goto is aware of this gap as itâs intentional. Heâs practicing although the few hungry pairs of eyes on him are distracting. M/n knows venturing out alone is âriskyâ because of how valuable he is but hes a God isnât he? Those fools are beneath him.
Theyâre clearly trying very hard to hide their cursed energy but alas itâs in vain, M/n sensed them following him since he left his estate. Itâs not like any of them would be a problem for him, he knows his place in the world, he knows the âblessingâ he was born with and he knows how to use it -thanks to his loving father training him since he could walk-, one glare is enough to dissuade any idiotic enough to try and mess with a God, besides nothing can touch him without his permission, nothing.
~present time~
Destiny is a funny thing, many argue its existence.
If destiny exists then freedom cannot.
If freedom exists then destiny cannot.
Many argue its existence, many chose to deny its existence, they chose freedom.
The freedom of choice.
M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny.
M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo both chose to come to Shibuya today because they wanted to, they were bored and chose to do the riskiest thing by leaving unsupervised.
They both chose to walk this random street, they both decided they were tired of being followed and chose to turn around. A completely, random choice.
Completely random.
âHuh-?!â
âWhat-?!â
Time suddenly stops for two young, lonely, untouchable Gods.
M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny, so what is this feeling? Not the physical feeling of their shoulders colliding.
This sudden tug, this oddly familiar feeling like meeting a different version of yourself.
Luminous, sparkling sky blue orbs meet now uncovered blazing, blood red orbs and for the first time both are in absolutely awe of anotherâs appearance.
~M/n POV~
âHe- he bumped into me⊠his eyes⊠theyâre⊠how did he-? This feeling⊠who is he, i feel like I should know⊠wait⊠heâsâŠâ
~Satoru POV~
âI didnât sense him-? He touched me⊠i was sure i had it on⊠those eyes, theyâre breathtaking⊠who is he? Why do i feel like I should know him? Wait⊠heâsâŠâ
~3rd person POV~
âCursed.â They both mumble at the same time causing both their eyes to widen, both taking a step back from the other.
The warm, carbon filled air suddenly feels a whole lot more suffocating, the feeling tugging at both of them gets stronger and they both know the other feels it.
Itâs an odd sight, two unsupervised 9 year old standing in the middle of a busy Shibuya street just silently staring at each other in what can only be described as bewilderment.
For the longest time theyâve both believed them to have no equal. From the moment they opened their eyes they were forced to live in a word beneath them filled with people beneath them. They were put on pedestals so high no one else could ever hope to climb it and yetâŠ
Their lonely pedestal is apparently bigger than they thought, all they had to do was turn around and be confronted with the other.
A shared pedestal is something everyone told them was impossible, they were born Gods among mortals, they were special, miracles, forever alone.
âGoto M/nâŠâ M/n, finally regaining his brain, blurts out, feeling something heâs never felt before, nervous.
âGojo SatoruâŠâ Satoru eventually replies, having taken a few more seconds to recover and identify the unknown feeling in his chest, anxiety.
âWe should probably lose them first before we talkâŠâ M/n suggests, hesitantly turning his gaze away from Satoru and toward one of the groups of curse users currently hiding out in a tall building across the street with horror on their faces because the sheer amount of power coming from the two Gods is mind breaking.
Satoru turns his gaze towards another group hiding on a rooftop few buildingâs down with the same expression and hums in agreement. He slowly reaches out to grab M/nâs hand, he doesnât know why but he just does.
The moment their skin makes contact they both jump, the feeling of physically touching another is so foreign, so intrusive yet so natural.
They quickly easy into the feeling, Satoru pulling M/n along and M/n following without complaint.
This action feels so normal itâs almost easy to forget the innocent looking 9 year old boys are running away from assassins hunting Gods not boys.
They both in this moment, forget they are Gods, they forget they are cursed, they both, even if only for a fleeting moment just feel like two normal boys, running freely through the streets of Shibuya, unsure of when they actually started running but unwilling to spend any time thinking about it.
They just run, the destination isnât a concern to either of them and after running for what felt like both a lifetime and barely a second they stop in a dark, dirty alleyway, joyful laughter still bubbling from their chests as they catch their breath.
âPhew, Iâm pretty sure we lost them.â Satoru comments as he leans against the wall, relaxing a bit more because he canât sense anyone else.
âHmm, it would be foolish of them to follow.â M/n adds, leaning on the opposite wall, also relaxing.
A short, comfortable silence envelopes the two Gods as their gazes lock, again being completely caught off guard by the otherâs eyes. Millions of questions run through both of their minds, having finally found another like them is something they didnât think possible , they were told itâs impossible.
âHow⊠how did you touch me? Get past my barrier which Iâm positive was active?â M/n asks incredulously, he should be absolutely horrified someone can bypass his technique but he isnât.
Satoru looks at M/n in slight shock, now being made aware the other also had a barrier active at the time of contact.
âI⊠I donât know, i also had a barrier active so maybe they cancelled out?â Satoru would have never thought heâd say that with such a casual tone, someone being able to bypass the one thing that makes him untouchable, he should see M/n as a threat but he doesnât.
âSo we both have a kind of barrier technique and they cancel out somehow⊠that should be horrifying right? Our one impenetrable defence rendered uselessâŠâ M/nâs voice drops to a low whisper but thereâs no hint of defensiveness, simply taking in the fact he can be touched, heâs not unbeatable.
âIt should but honestly it just makes me excited ya know?â Satoru chuckles, his eyes sparkling even more as his usual cold expression replaced a small grin, his heart is still pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling getting stronger the longer the talks to M/n.
M/n mirrors Satoruâs expression, feeling the same pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling moving his feet forward as he takes a seat on the floor next to Satoru, his barrier preventing his clothes from getting dirty. Satoru quickly joins him, activating his own barrier to stay clean.
Although both of them are just 9 years old, being born basically âGodâsâ they naturally possessed some basic control of their techniques, both already having trained to use their techniques for a few hours none stop before they get tired.
âIt is isnât, my entire life Iâve been told no one would be able to challenge me and I thought how boring that sounds, they said I stand on a pedestal made for Gods and that I alone stand atop it, atop everyone else and then I thought how⊠lonely that soundedâŠâ M/n says, pulling his legs to his chest as he rests his head on his knees, looking at his new found friend.
Satoru adopts the same pose, his mind and soul filled with pure joy as M/n speaks because he understands, he understands so well and he never thought someone else would understand.
âMhm, they called me blessed my entire life, a miracle. Showering me in praises and gifts alike, telling me how special I am, how Iâm better than everyone else. They also call me a God, put me on a pedestal too tall for a kid⊠They donât see the view from the top, they donât see how big and empty that pedestal isâŠâ
M/n listens to Satoru, thereâs something freeing in listening to him speak, like a weight lifted off his shoulders, the weight of being called the strongest and the loneliness that comes with it, a weight no 9 year old should even have to know about.
âWell it was big and empty but perhaps we can share it?â M/n asks with a hopeful tone, somehow already knowing he doesnât really need to ask.
âI⊠I would like that. Our pedestal?â Satoru has never felt this type of excitement, the idea of sharing, being equal to someone else, of not being alone is enough to make him feel like a normal kid.
âOur pedestal.â M/n repeats, the word âourâ rolling off his tongue so naturally.
âSo what do you normally do for fun? When youâre actually allowed to do what you want ?â Satoru asks, clearly excited to do whatever friends do when they hang out, heâs excited because he doesnât really known what others do because heâs never bothered to pay attention to anyone else, they were beneath him so there was no point in getting to know them but now, now heâs never been more interested in another.
M/n grins, suddenly standing up and looking down at Satoru with a sparkles in his already spectacular eyes. Satoru still canât believe he likes someone elseâs eyes more than his own, his attention immediately glued on M/n. They both feel that tug again as M/n extends his hand towards Satoru, the idea of physical contact regardless of their barriers still seems so absurd but so enticing.
âWanna find out?â
Satoru takes M/nâs hand, the unfamiliar warmth of another comforting their souls , penetrating their minds. M/n pulls Satoru up and their hands stay linked as they exit the alleyway, M/n leading the way, unknowingly staring the first chapter in a very long and dangerous book.
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Sure! I don't mind requesting something new! So you write somewhere in your works how Miles 42 and reader met through location, "whether it be going to the same school or living in the same building or whatever"
I wanna' see a fanfic in Miles pov how he and reader met and how their relationship developed throughout the process! I wanna' know if he's going to make a move in interacting with reader or such. :))
Mr. Tambourine Man ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales
A/N: Many people will tell you this song is about a drug dealer. I, however, have always taken Mr. Tambourine Man as an analogy for youth. Take this as you will.
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This is x fem! Reader
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Growing up, Miles had always been the dull kid in the corner of the classroom. It was his nature.
He didnât really remember his dadâs death, but there was always a sort of emptiness in the Morales apartment that never got filled. The emptiness has always been there, in his home and in his mother.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
On the late nights, he hears his mother sitting in the living room all by herself lonesome. She sits on the couch, in the same spot she has been all these years; next to the spot his father would have taken up.
He can imagine it: his mother curled up under a blanket, her husbandâs arm resting over her shoulders. Heâd kiss her head and the spot behind her ear. Sheâd pretend to pay no mind and act as if he doesnât still make her giddy like he did back when they were young.
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand.
Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.
But his father was not there. The late Jeff Morales did not get to stay up with his wife, watching the television as their child sleeps. He was dead, but it sometimes felt like his ghost was haunting the city. Heâs gone, but itâs like heâs still there.
As he grew up, Miles did not get the joy his classmates did. He watched his mother work like a dog to support the two of them. He spent many nights alone, waiting for her to come home.
It was sad. Miles was sad.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet.
I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
So here he sits, in the corner of his studio art class, his last period of the day. Miles is behind an easel, dried paint covering his hands and table. There was music playing in his headphones, but he wasnât really listening. It was to block out the other noises.
The door opens, and in walks a girl heâs never seen. It was an odd feeling, at first, a shred of nervousness he didnât quite understand.
He looked around the room, at all the other students and seats, only to realize the one next to him was the only one open. Perfect.
She talks to the teacher, nothing he can hear, snd watches as she slowly makes her way over to the spot next to him. Miles turns away, picking up his paint brush to avoid and other contact.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.
Unfortunately for him, Miles looks unapproachable. He looks like he should be friendly and open. Heâs got those big, brown, shiny doe eyes and dimples. His face is dusted with freckles. His lips are big and plush. His nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, blending together nicely with every other feature.
However, people avoid him. Heâs quiet and keeps to himself. Miles is sort of a mystery, someone people donât know much about. Heâs got eye bags and an RBF, so people leave him alone. Sometimes it seems as if heâs invisible.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
My senses have been stripped.
The girl sits down, taking out her supplies as she was most likely directed. Tense hands moved shakily. Her breaths were harsh. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly against her forehead. She was nervous.
With a skip of his heart, Miles clears his throat. Her head snaps over quickly, eyes wide with anxiety as he stared her down.
My hands can't feel to grip.
My toes too numb to step.
âUh..Iâm Miles.â
She hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek before nodding.
âY/N.â
Miles doesnât look away. Y/N peeks over at his canvas. Her lips curve down into a smile, any trace of her previous fear gone. Her lips pressed together tightly, eyebrows raising. No tension, no anxiety.
âYouâre really talented.â
ââŠThanks.â
Her smile did not falter. She looked at him for a moment, and that one moment felt like an eternity.
Her nose, cheeks, and lips were a blend of heaven sitting on her face. Her hair was smooth and clean. Miles swore her eyes looked like stars.
Y/N was definitely beautiful.
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade.
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
âWhat, uh,â Miles spoke again, âwhat class was you coming from?â
He watched as Y/N fumbled with her schedule, a blue piece of paper crumpling in her hands.
âI have Spanish II, but I was in the office.â
Miles nodded, a small simper forming across his lips.
âIâm in there, too.â
Y/N grinned at him, eyes squinting slightly. It was almost bright.
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone.
It's just escaping on the run.
âIâll walk with you, tomorrow?â
It came out as a question, and Miles would be lying if he said that didnât surprise him. There was a fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach that, for a second, made him question if he was getting sick.
Y/N chuckled, a simple melody that sent flowers blooming across his skin. It felt like goosebumps, but much more intense. The sensation matched that of bathing in the sun.
âIâd like that.â
And but for the sky there are no fences facing.
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time
Y/N glanced over to a small group of kids sitting diagonally from them. They were watching intently, eyes wide with curiosity. As quickly as it came, Milesâs almost cheerful expression fell back into place. The corners of his lips dropped, so did his eyebrows. In less than a moment, he was tense once more.
It's just a ragged clown behind.
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.
They turned away awkwardly, returning to their projects. Y/N sucked in a breath. There was tension within her chest. It was a sudden, sharp sensation in his fingertips.
âSo did you just move here?â
Y/N smiled, nodding.
âYeah, from New Jersey.â
Miles nodded along intently.
âHow come?â
âFamily.â
Questions and answers came as the two packed up their things.
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time
The loud and obnoxious bell rang, and every other student in the class shoved past one another to get out of the room.
Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.
They walked down the hallways together slowly. For the first time, he felt as if he could ask questions. For the first time, someone answered. She answered.
Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
âSo, whatâs Jersey like?â
âWell, itâs fun. The food is great.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
Miles snickered.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free.
âDo you like New York?â
âIâmâŠadjusting.â
âAdjusting?â
âItâs easy to get lost, here.â
Smiling shyly, Y/N pressed her lips together firmly. Miles could almost feel the heat of embarrassment coming from off her face.
âYou just need someone to show you around. It gets easy, after all while.â
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.
âWhatâs there to show?â
Miles smiled, looking at the girl next to him as they stepped down the front steps of Visions Academy.
âThe sky.â
There was a sudden melancholy feeling that ran down Milesâs spine. It was the same feeling heâd felt on those late nights, waiting for his mother to come home.
Miles did not remember his dadâs death. He didnât remember the funeral. He just remembered the day the apartment felt less like home.
With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.
âItâs the same sky as the one in New Jersey.â
âDifferent view.â
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
âYouâll show me?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâll show you.â
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
âGood.â
âIâll show you my mural, too.â
âMural?â
âFor my dad.â
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
Miles nodded, smiling. She nodded back, humming in reply.
Miles had always been so much like his father. The same smile, the same attitude, the same wit.
Y/N looked at Miles curiously, and Miles became painfully aware of that fact. Birds sung in his lungs and trees grew in his mind. Fresh air.
âLetâs go, Miles. Iâm expecting a tour.â
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.
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Relic - Pt. 14 "A World in a Grain of Sand"
PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC
SUMMARY: ⧠Dreams are messages from the deep ⧠A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.
TAGS: Third person POV, she/her AFAB FMC, explicit sexual content, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum and big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, plans within plans, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced abuse, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable/ Emotional/Possessive Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, murder, teaching the universe about feminism, female rage, Frank Herbert would frown, No actually he would kneel in front of me, putting the science and the porn in sci-fi, angst with a happy ending
WORD COUNT: 5.4k
A/N: Giving you the eyebrow đ€š because no one seems to have picked up on a tiny, little, important detail that was to be found in the last chapter, or at least no one mentioned it đ Finally I can write what I really crave to write. IT'S SCIENCE TIME đ
Reposted from my Ao3 đ| Masterlist | Relic Masterlist
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
â Previous Chapter, Next Chapter (tba) â
Day 31
"I have one last question, little slave," Vladimir Harkonnen drones from his afloat position, a celestial body of massive dimensions in front of the somber backdrop of his throne room, black within black with only a single glow globe illuminating the back of him. He prefers to shun the black sun these days, as glorious as it may be, it brings out the myriad of spider veins beneath his frail, aged skin.
"Yes, Lord Baron?" The unremarkable slave's voice echoes from below.
"What is this⊠ancient piece of metal in my dear nephew's toy's room?"
"I believe you must know more about it than I do. I assume you had it examined before it was unloaded and brought inside?"
"Naturally!" Vladimir raises his voice. The slave with her bowed head can't see the way the aged Baron squints to get a clearer picture of her. Afloat as he is, she is little more than a splotch of white against black, and an unwelcomely blurry one.
The examination had revealed a human shaped mold, cushioned with gel pads, thick tubes for coolant, a recycling system with residue nutrient solution, solar panels for energy harvesting. No traces of radiation or explosives. It almost seems like the metal box is exactly what the sisterhood had made it out to be. A hibernation chamber for a fossil from another time. However, it wouldn't be the first myth created by the Bene Gesserit.
"I know you are looking for something substantial, my Lord, and so was I," the slave speaks after the Baron's elongated pause. "But I'm afraid the truth is as embarrassing as it is mundane. I've come to believe that she keeps it close out of raw sentimentality. She's a sentimental creature, that woman."
Lilia has always loved danger and the long, twisted inkvine scar on her shoulder from girlhood days is just one proof of that. Perhaps that's why she so effortlessly serves the Baron velvet lies.
"Ah-h-h, like my Feyd-Rautha then. It doesn't surprise me," the Baron drawls, lungs expanding with a raspy heaviness to each intake of air.
In all his years as Giedi Prime's sovereign, Vladimir Harkonnen has never learned that the promise of a kind embrace outweighs the threat of violence tenfold and that a spark of human goodness can sway a servant's loyalty quicker than a snap of a whip.
"She calls it her sarcophagus," Lilia adds with a tiny scoff that doesn't go unnoticed by the Baron now that he has lowered himself and sinks back into the much more comfortable seat of his throne. The intimidation tactic has fulfilled its purpose.
He bellows. "So, she's got good humor too! A pity she's not a boy. I could have borrowed her sometimes."
The obedient set of Lilia's shoulders and her lowered gaze don't betray the noxious clench that has her stomach convulsing. Perhaps this is the only advantage of being a woman in the Harkonnen palace pyramid.
Day 45
The lack of color that had once bothered her into the throes of a slowly crawling depression is now a pleasure. The blackness of her abode has come to serve as the perfect desktop for columns of text and equations, formulations and simulations and hand-written notes that have her mouth moving and her eyeballs racing.
Her sarcophagus leeches the day's sun, side panels open to give way to rotating cooling fans. The Central Processing Unit of the computer that makes up half of the machinery inside buzzes from the strain she puts on it.
Astronaut M2-84 has finally come home and picked up the work of her own, chosen destiny.
Talking to God, Mikhail had whispered to his wife, is what the Lady is doing. But what she really does is think, read, calculate. Engineers born on the cusp of the astronautic age don't have their oily hands in tool boxes. Most of the time, they tell machines how to build other machines, and to do so, one needs to understand the laws of physics.Â
This is how Feyd-Rautha finds her each night. Sometimes sunken against the cushions of her bed, or slumped over her desk, staring at the wall with dancing pupils. And other times, like tonight, she sits right by her Sarcophagus, shoulder pressed against the humming metal. She claims the connection between computer and chip is quicker this way.
Silently, Feyd's stride carries him across the room towards his precious engineer. Movement catches his attention at the right and the sight he finds causes a slow tilt of his head.
One quarter of her bed is filled out by a misshapen form, tucked under duvet and whalefur. Glugo lies prone on its stomach, limbs folded tightly against its covered body. Only one front arm-leg peaks out and cradles her plushie against its innocent pug face. Something glossy-white with small handles on each side is held in front of Glugo's mouth by tiny face-hands with liquid sloshing inside.
She has tucked Glugo in like a toddler. And, from the looks of it, she has printed it a sippy cup.
Feyd-Rautha feels all sorts of warmth filling out his chest. If because he wants to be tucked in like a toddler, or because his only friend is finally receiving the gentleness it deserves, or because of a different reason entirely, he can't tell. He raises his hand to wave at Glugo who gurgles softly in return, one tiny face-hand unlatching from the cup handle to wave back.
Glug glug glug.
"You're losing weight." Feyd approaches his beloved slowly. "I don't like it."
"One second, I'm at ninety-eight point five. Seven. Ninety-nine."
"Have you found out anything interesting today, my darling?"
He is long past asking what exactly she's doing, why they aren't simply figuring out a way to get his uncle to take his shield ring off so they can get a blade between his ribs. Or rather a sword, to pierce the obscene, fatty flesh costume he calls his body.
"Your spiceâ" His darling slurs with a concerning jump to her pupils.
"I don't take spice anymore." Feyd tilts his head and squats down before her, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. Ah, wait, what do you mean, not anymore?" Finally, her eyes regain focus and her arms fill with tension, fingers moving up to encircle Feyd-Rautha's strong wrists.
"There's my darling," he smiles with pretty, full lips and glinting teeth, stroking her cheeks. "So, what about my spice?"
"Not your spice in particular." Her hand flings out to gesture at the universe above. "Your spice shares a few molecular compounds with the medication I took to prepare for the cryo sleep."Â
Feyd-Rautha's features slip into disbelief, a fresh frown carving deep into the smooth expanse of his forehead.
"Why does this surprise you?" She wonders.
"Spice is unique to Arrakis. Power over the spice means power over everything. How could you have had spice back on Earth without sandworms?"
"First of all, spice, much like anything else, is just protons, electrons and neutrons. With the right tools, you could, in theory, synthesize any molecule."
"And you have such a tool in your Sarcophagus?"Â
"No! God, no." She laughs out loud and curls her arms around Feyd-Rautha's shoulders in a much needed embrace. Her very eyeballs ache and her spine feels calcified from leaning against the sarcophagus.
To him, it must seem like the solution to just about anything might be hidden in her cryo pod or in her precious chip, but it really holds only a fragment of the technological advancements of Old Earth. The last generation before mankind had embarked to the stars was an ingenious one. They had to be, and their knowledge is safely tucked into the 80 Billion terabyte hard-drive of her supercomputer. She may not have all the tools, but the knowledge to build them â in theory.
She taps the top of the cryo pod and hums. "Building molecules from scratch is not like building houses out of toy blocks. You need to accumulate tremendous amounts of energy in a lab environment to trigger complex chemical reactions."
"You've already built a chair from scratch, and a gun. And now a sippy cup for Glugo?" He states with an incredulous rasp of his voice.
"I couldn't bear seeing it drink from dog bowls anymore. And it struggled so much with cups and glasses, Lilia had to change the sheets twice because the poor thing kept spilling everything."
"You⊠You are fascinating, my darling." She doesn't miss the spark of arousal that lets Feyd's eyes half disappear under a fan of long lashes. "My point still stands, you've built other things before."
"Yes, but the materials were already there, I just had them pressed into the shape I desired." Feyd tilts his head and she cradles his jaw, stroking across the plushnes of his cheeks. "Were you not taught about chemistry?" Slowly, he shakes his head. "Ah, well, I will explain it to you another time then."
Feyd slides his mouth into her palm, groaning softly. "You know so much. How is it possible that you had spice 24 millenia ago?"
"Not spice. I said my pre-cryo medication shares a few interesting enzymes with spice." She slides one palm around Feyd-Rautha's nape of the neck and softly brings their foreheads together. "My people also used to think their own civilization was the pinnacle of all that has ever been. It was unthinkable that maybe the Aztecs or Sumerians were more advanced. That's how you are too.Â
   You think spice is unique to Arrakis and the technological advancements you have derived from the Holtzman effect are the peak of what is achievable, because it suits you so nicely. But human evolution has never been a linear incline. You have fascinating medicine, Gholas and space travel⊠But who knows, maybe my people were smarter than yours. Maybe our engineers and chemists were smarter."
"You know so much," he moans again and she knows better than to keep boring him with details. One day, when the many other fires in his heart have settled, she can stoke his interest in science. Feyd is smart. He will come to be fascinated by it.Â
"This universe is devouring itself because there is no innovation," she softly murmurs. "No one dares to go further, look further, break out of the pattern. Maybe they don't want to, because the consequences scare them. Mentats only do as their Lords bidâŠ"
When Feyd's lips close in on hers, with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy stare, her ramblings subside into grateful, blissful silence, choosing to welcome his tongue in her mouth instead.
Day 59
"Silence!"
The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam's voice ripples in the shape of a waveform pattern across the engineer's interface, recorded many decades ago by Baron Harkonnen himself and transferred to the House archive for research purposes.
Other lines of the same encounter, she is certain, were deliberately removed. Such as when the Reverend Mother, then a young woman, had ordered the Baron to hold still so she could mount him and steal the seed out of his body that would sire the Lady Jessica.
She only knows of this story because of Feyd-Rautha, and what it had cost him to learn it, she doesn't even want to know.
"Silence!"
She can only imagine that Piter de Vries' research on the matter might have consisted to a considerable amount of snide mockery, going by Feyd's recountings of the late mentat, hence why the files were so perfectly abandoned and ready for her to pick apart.
Carefully, she separates the impressive cluster of different wavelengths that make up the audio fragment, finding portions all the way from the high-frequency to the low-frequency audible spectrum, some even so low that they are no longer perceived as sound by the human ear.
The astronaut remembers how the Reverend Mother had tested her in an archaic show of deference, forced onto her knees with her hand in a box while the older woman addressed the pain receptors in her brain via an inaudible wavelength. She may not have moved her lips, but that doesn't mean she didn't cause the air molecules to oscillate.
Technically speaking, this renders the mysteriously omnipotent sisterhood into little more than ventriloquists. That image of demystification offers at least a little comfort to the humiliation provided by the memory of searing pain in every nerve.
She reclines in her chair, swallowing against the dry itch in her throat while she strings together a few fairly simple lines of code.
Curiously, the voice doesn't affect her physiology when played from an artificial source, such as the micro speaker soldered onto her chip's tiny board.
She can only assume that by manipulation of the larynx, wielders of the voice can propel pressure waves in a way that a speaker can not. How exactly this forces the human brain into submission, the engineer cannot tell, but she doesn't need to, to tinker on some offensively simple counter magic to the Bene Gesserit's seemingly almighty tool of control.
Noise cancellation is as simple as letting a speaker emit a sound wave with the same amplitude but an inverted phase. The sound waves cancel each other out in destructive interference.
As much as this scientific victory entices her, it frustrates her endlessly that all of the side research she picks up to take her mind off the real problem bears more fruit.
"Refreshments for you, my Lady!" Lilia's voice snaps her out of her brooding thoughts. The maid slips through the door, bringing a tray of fresh fruit and the stimulating citrus drink that her Lady has come to enjoy as of late. "It's been three hours, it's time to take a break."
"Ugh, three? Felt like one." That explains the dry throat. The relic arches her spine and presses her knuckles against her closed lids until tiny flashes prickle across the dark.
Lilia's footsteps close in at her side along with four other pairs of hand-feet. She sets the tray down on the desk.
"And have you made any progress today, my Lady?"
"Not with the one thing that matters, but yes." She reaches for the pitcher but finds her hands gently shooed away by Lilia who insists on pouring the glass for her, tiny bubbles fizzing in the lemon water.
"Oooh! Have you thought about these visions, my Lady?" The handmaid's ears perk up with interest, enamored with the story of how Feyd and her Lady had gotten to know each other in dreams ever since she had indulged her.
Lilia regards the phenomenon of their getting acquainted with the eyes of a romantic. For the engineer however, this is the only topic that frustrates her more than finding a workaround for the Holtzman effect to get past the Baron's shield.
"Dreams, visions, I don't fucking know. I don't even want to think about them because they drive me fucking crazy." The engineer reaches for her glass and drinks with big gulps, making the maid flinch by how forcefully she slams it back down.
The crescent shaped scar she herself had created on Feyd's clavicle when grappling for his blade is the same that had decorated his skin in their lucid dreams. So, visions? But the topics they had discussed during their shared nights are events of the past. It defies logic, it's paradox. The thing that scares her the most, however, is the fact that the Baron's abuse was still real in those dreams. If they truly were visions of the future, does that mean her research is in vain and he will live?
There is no phenomenon that can't be explained, not even prophetic dreams. But not by her, and not yet.
"Sorry," she apologizes and rubs her temples, finding Glugo staring at her with big, milky eyes, one hand-foot clinging to Lilia's skirt. The engineer's heart softens at once and she leans towards her insecure looking friend. "Aw, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to scare you both, my poor, littleâ Aw!"
Glugo curls four out of its eight limbs around her calves and rests its chin on her knee, pearly eyes aimed unerringly at the pitcher of sparkling drink on the desk.
"That's citrus," she explains. "I don't think you'll like citrusâŠ"
One of the Tleilaxu creature's oily-black hand-feet clutches the table's edge, another incessantly reaches for the glass container.
"Okay, fine, but just a tiny sip. Where's your cup?"
Glugo glugs cluelessly, looking at Lilia for help. Still, both women are uncertain if the being has any grasp on human language, or if it simply recognizes a question by the inflection of one's voice.Â
The handmaid locates Glugo's cup in the folds of the duvet and quickly washes out the remnants of pink liquid over the sink in the bath before filling a finger of citrus inside. The creature's hand-feet tippy-tap on the tiles, reaching for the shiny container to take its first curious gulp.
Glugo's pug face puckers into a scrunched up grimace at once, face-hands releasing the sippy cup with an indignant noise.
Glurgh!
Day 93
It is a few weeks later, while Feyd and Mikhail are out brawling, that she figures it out.
"M'lord, I really am sorry," Mikhail laments, his flesh stripped of color as the black sun roars down on his bare torso. The na-Baron and he are prowling around each other in a tight circle, unarmed aside from their fists.
"You told me already." Feyd-Rautha's grating voice cuts through the sweltering air. The training ring's roof is retracted, giving way to blazing white skies and a heat that Giedi Prime's life forms have adapted to. "Five times. Another time, and I might just cut out your tongue."
"Ya know I had to take yer Lady to them bath chambers. Baron commanded it, and I can't justâ"Â
"Shut up, boy!" Feyd's boots crunch in the sandy gravel, shoulders rolling. He is stronger than Mikhail, rounded arms and pectorals contrasting a powerful, slender waist. The guard's physique is more wiry, taut muscles stretched across visible ribs. The glorious sun brings out an overabundance of gray scars.
"Boy, eh? Ain't any older than you, my Lord!" Feyd is surprised, tilting his head at the deceptive edges of the guard's features that make him look closer to 40.
"Fine, then shut up, brother!" Feyd bares his teeth and clenches his fists hard, veins rippling across his forearms. "What are the rules?"Â
Mikhail's fist springs forward and punches Feyd-Rautha in the guts. He nearly doubles over, groaning in pain. Spit drips from his open mouth into the sand.Â
"Rules?" The guard quips and aims his elbow for the na-Baron's nose. Feyd dodges with a semi-graceful dive to the side, taking the blow to his ear instead. He tastes blood on his tongue.
This man is bold. He has no manners. Feyd likes him.Â
Mikhail is smaller, thinner, but he fights like a mongrel, like someone whose ferocious survival instincts have carried him from across the svart valta all the way to the royal palace in Barony. And Feyd struggles.
And by the black sun, he loses. Few things have ever excited him so much. After nearly an hour of grappling in the scorching heat, Feyd-Rautha finds himself on his back in the gravel, panting for dear life, ears ringing from the last punch square across his jaw. He barely hears Mikhail's voice when he praises that he had fought well, but he feels the brotherly smack on his sandy chest, right on top of a wicked bruise.
Every bone and muscle burns when he drags himself to his personal bath chambers. It was, undoubtedly, the best fight of Feyd-Rautha's life.
"Lilia! I've got it! I fucking got it, do you see this?!"
Pixelated particles give way to a bullet that cuts through them like a harpoon through water.
"What, my Lady? See what?" The maid dashes into the bedroom from the antechamber with flying skirts.
"It's so simple, I'm so stupid." The relic has jumped up from the desk, fingers twisted like claws around the back of her chair while her chest heaves with laughter and a threat of tears. Lilia, of course, cannot see the baffling results of the simulation on the engineer's interface.
The Lady lurches over to the cryo pod, leaving the tilted chair swaying and falling down on the tiles with a bang. She mutters something along the lines of 'must build it', before her voice dissolves into foreign, ancient tongues and a shiver runs down Lilia's spine. Her voice so alien, her ways so enigmatic, she truly is a relic cracked open, pouring her forbidden knowledge into the world.Â
But she is also a human and Lilia feels her Lady's voice and shaking body teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown as she snaps open several compartments of the sarcophagus.
"You figured it out, that's wonderful!" This barely gets the engineer's attention, so she curls her fingers around the woman's shoulder, gently forcing her away from the compartments. The relic slumps down with her back to the sarcophagus.
"I need to build it. I know there's laser diodes in there, I only need toâ"
"Please, my Lady, you need to breathe deeply. Why don't you explain it to me first?" Lilia squats in front of her, holding her wrists in her warm hands. Her Lady is trembling, her breath too shallow and fast.
"It's so simple, I could build it in an hour."
"Please, do me the favor," Lilia insists and brackets the woman's trembling knees between her own. Finally, her Lady exhales a long sigh and lets her head sink against the humming metal.
"Alright," she agrees and starts with a jittery voice. "So, you're aware of what the Holtzman effect is?"
"Ah, yes, I think so?" The maid hadn't really known the term before her Lady had started rambling about it. "Shields and heighliners?"
The one discovery that has shaped the entire human universe and kept it shackled since then, and the average commoner barely even knows its name. The relic doesn't hold it against Lilia. In a world where âeat or be eatenâ takes on a literal meaning, the last thing to worry about is science. So, she wills her voice into calmness. If she's going to try and explain it, she at least wants to do it well.
"The Holtzman effect is responsible for the four major technologies that have made the world into what it is today. The first one â shields. No fast-moving object can pass through a shield, so guns like these?" She points towards her nightstand. "They've been useless for millennia. That's why you've resorted to close combat weapons."
"I was wondering why you went for a gun and not a blade." Lilia tilts her head. Close combat weapons are all that she's ever personally encountered. She knows that lasguns exist and that each Great House has an arsenal of atomic warheads, but every soldier has a sword on their hip, not a gun.
"Melee weapons seem soâŠ" The engineer struggles to find a corresponding word in Galach. "Medieval to me. Archaic. Warfare on Earth was nothing like this."
"What was it like?" Lilia whispers in awe, noticing her Lady's shaking abate second by second.
"You could obliterate entire cities within the blink of an eye. A million different ways to set a home on fire and kill a population from a thousand miles away. It was terrible." Which is why what she has discovered is just as terrible.
The relic continues. "The other three technologies derived from the Holtzman effect are suspensors, glowglobes and space travel. You know why I was in that metal coffin here?" She taps against the sarcophagus. "Because a journey within our own solar system would take several years. You however can travel to the other side of the universe within the blink of an eye, through a quantum tunnel."
Lilia has never left the planet, but to imagine trade and travel without space-folding almost strikes her as ridiculous. All of humanity, reduced to just one, single planet. The cradle of mankind. The thought humbles her.
"And all four of these are based on one single effect?" Lilia considers herself an intelligent woman, but she doubts she can understand what took her Lady weeks to figure out.
"The essence of the Holtzman effect lies in how subatomic particles interact with each other."
"Subatomic?"
"Any type of matter is made of smaller building blocks. This metal for example is made of all kinds of molecules, which are made of atoms, and every single atom is made of protons, electrons and neutrons. These are called subatomic particles. Protons and neutrons make up the nucleus of an atom, and you can imagine the electrons orbiting the nucleus almost like planets a sun."
The handmaid quite enjoys that mental image. It's like the smallest particles exist in a cosmos of their own. "So, the Holtzman effect has something to do with protons, electrons and neutrons?" Lilia imagines, if she could have gone to school like she wanted as a girl, it may have been something like this.
"Almost. It gets even smaller. Protons and neutrons are made of quarks, tiniest quantities that cannot be divided any further. I could go into more detail and talk about quantum physics," the relic pronounces a word that is just guttural enough for Lilia to imitate without all too many struggles. "But that won't be necessary for now."
Even though her Lady has stopped shaking, Lilia doesn't want to release her wrists yet. She is glued to the engineer's lips, soaking up what sounds like forbidden knowledge, like having a peek through God's microscope.
"What is a Holtzman shield made of? What do you think?" The engineer wraps her own fingers around Lilia's slender wrists and the maid sinks from squatting on her soles to sitting down on her bum, stretching out her legs on either side of her Lady's.
"I don't know, my Lady. Uh, something that repels?"
"Yes, that's right," she nods encouragingly. "There are several forces in the universe that attract and repel. The most well-known force of attraction is gravity. And electro-magnetismâ Opposite poles attract, equal poles repel each other. But there are other forces that work on a subatomic level."
The engineer pauses without urging her and Lilia takes a moment to think.
"I'm guessing there's a subatomic force that keeps these, uh, nuclei together? The protons and neutrons? Because if not, everything would just be falling apart?"
It almost frightens her to imagine what her very own body must look like on its deepest level. A cluster of tiniest quantities, held together by forces as invisible as her Lady's interface.
"That's perfectly true!" The woman from Old Earth beams, fingers clenching around Lilia's wrists. "The force responsible for that is called the strong nuclear force. On an even smaller scale, the strong force holds together the quarks that make up the neutrons and protons, but you already said it just right."
Warmth fills out the handmaid's chest and she slowly begins to understand the feeling that had her Lady nearly panicking earlier. Her own heart drums against her ribs quick and hard.
"Okay, so now what about the Holtzman shield and how can you get past it?"
"For that, we also need to take the other subatomic force into consideration. It's called the weak force. Isn't that creative? Despite its name, the weak force is technically stronger than gravity, but it is only effective at very short distances and it can change one quark type into another. What do you think happens when such a change occurs?"
"Hmmm," the Harkonnen woman ponders. She doesn't want to disappoint her Lady who is putting so much effort into her explanation. "If quarks are the smallest quantities that make up anything, I suppose when something changes on the lowest level, this change translates to the highest level as well?"
"You're a natural, Lilia." Upon that, the maid blushes purple and finally releases the relic's wrist in a sudden burst of shyness. "Such a change can turn one element into another. It happens all the time, in every sun. And also in radioactive decay. This is important."
"How so?"
"Imagine if that radioactive decay was amplified. Imagine throwing a huge amount of energy at a substance that is already sporadically decaying. Imagine a whole chain reaction of it. This is what triggers a nuclear explosion, the kind that obliterates an entire city."
Lilia's eyes grow wide with understanding. "So, that's why, when you shoot a lasgun at a Holtzman shield, it triggers a nuclear explosion?"
"That's right. I believe shields are made up of nuclei and rely on both the strong and the weak force to repel incoming objects on a subatomic level."
"All of that was fascinating, but how does it help us get past the shield?" Suddenly it's us, not you. Lilia has clutched the fabric of the relic's trousers over the knees in both of her fists. What the engineer's poor Feyd-Rautha currently lacks in fascination, Lilia makes up for a hundredfold.
"Oh, that was just the prelude." The engineer's lips twist into an almost mischievous little grin. "It's just what I need to take into consideration, so I don't accidentally blow up the shield and the city instead of passing through it."
"Just the prelude? My Lady, I think I'll go insane if you don't get to the point!"
The relic bursts out laughing. "We're almost done, I promise! Imagine you're riding in a groundcar and next to you drives another one with the exact same speed. When you look at it, it seems like you're both standing still, because the relative speed between both cars is zero." Lilia nods and the engineer smiles knowingly. "Now imagine you're a bullet and you want to pass through a Holtzman shield which only allows slow-moving objects to pass."
"Then I'd need the shield particles to move in the same direction as I do, only a tad slower, so that my relative speed is like that of a slow blade."
"Congratulations, you've just figured out how to trick a Holtzman shield."
"That is absolutely genius, my Lady."
"No, it's actually so simple." The woman shakes her head. "The difficult part is how to put the shield particles into motion, but I've figured something out." She summons the pixelated particles that are only for herself to see once more, nuclei that make up a Holtzman shield, accelerated by a burst of calibrated laser light, and how they give way to a bullet that cuts through them like a harpoon through water.
"Now I only need to build a proper gun," the engineer concludes.
Lilia has never cared much about the rest of the universe, and the universe has never cared much about her. Why would she care if her Lady, who has always been good to her, sets everything on fire?
When the door to Feyd-Rautha's personal bath chamber rushes open, he knows it can only be his darling, because the scanner only recognizes her handprint when he is inside.
The na-Baron is submerged to the jaw in oily-black liquid to soothe his bruises, a diluted version, heavily scented with the essence of exotic fruit and spices. He cannot breathe the unadulterated variant without gnawing memories of horror.
Her hectic footfalls cause him to spin around in the tub with worry, but before he can even utter a greeting, he finds his woman sagging down on her knees in front of him and his face captured in her palms.
"I've found a way!" She sobs.
"You've found a way?"
Tears spill down her cheeks as she nods, bringing her forehead against his. She's found a way. To kill the Baron and destroy the universe.
She is so elated, her joy could make a star rotate, it could set the world on fire. She kisses Feyd hard on the lips, melting against the wet expanse of his chest when he embraces her in his strong arms. His muscles break into tremors just like hers had an hour ago.Â
All of her doubts have flown away like comets in the sky of a fiery dawn.
"Feyd-Rautha, would you be my husband?"
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour
â Auguries of Innocence by William Blake
A/N: Pretty much none of the physical concepts mentioned are made up. I've tried to use real physics to offer explanations for Frank Herbert's fantastical inventions that make the Dune universe so unique.
I'm not even close to the level of genius that I admire in my favorite sci-fi authors, but all of this was so insanely much fun to come up with. I have more ramblings about space travel, suspenders and glowglobes, but they weren't really necessary for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. I'm very proud â€ïž
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Destiny Awaits
âïž Pairing: Jeong Yunho x female reader âïž Word count: 5,5 k âïž Warnings - mentions of death, mentions of child abuse, necromancy
âïž Summary: The Sunrise Kingdom plunged into deep sorrow with the death of the Kingâs daughter. Desperate to bring her back, Yunho was determined to find a way, just like her father, the king. Will they succeed in restoring her to life, or will they ultimately have to let her go for good?
âïž A/N: Heyy, I'm back omg. I haven't posted in like two months, a lot happened in my life, but finally, I settled a bit down and I can get back to writing, which I really did miss because it was always like therapy for me. So about this story...One part of the story was already written years ago, it was inspired by Orianna's story (if you play LoL you will understand lmao) the other side was in a process months ago, so I finally put it together when this happened. I hope the POV's are understandable, let me know if it's not. The whole thing is not a big deal, it's just a beautiful story that means a lot to me. That is all, I guess, enjoy and I hope I can come back to writing more. Byee! xoxo orshii (divider)
Once upon a time, there was the Sunrise Kingdom, where only peace existed. The folks always respected their beloved king, who made everyone feel at home and fulfilled every wish they whispered into the sunrise.
The king had a sweet little daughter, Y/N, who loved to dance. Her heart was full of passion, and her soul danced to the sounds of the world. Her father loved her with every inch of his heart because he had no one left in this Kingdom besides his people.
Y/N's mother tragically died when she was born, as their souls switched places and her mother lived in her daughter's heart from then on.Â
The king's daughter grew up in the blink of an eye, and she lived her best life. Her days were spent dancing around the castle full of sunshine and meeting with her best friend Yunho, who was the second most important person in the world. He was a boy who she met in the crowded streets when she was visiting their people with her father.
Yunho was a tall boy even though they were quite little when they met. His sincere smile which beamed only happiness, immediately made the little girl's heart warm up. He always wore clothes made out of cheap material, it was ripped here and there because they were overused, and his white shirt with some strings on its neck was always dirtied with soot and soil just like his face.
When she saw him for the first time, the boy was playing on his violin for the people passing by him enjoying the sound the instrument made, brightening their day up. A little black hat was on the floor as it waited for some pennies from the people who passed by. And when she heard the sweet voice of the violin, she immediately wanted to find the source of the sound. As soon as she saw him, the girl felt like she had become a new person that did not exist until that moment.
The boy played the violin with so much passion on his face she couldn't get her eyes off him. The boy's features were soft and he seemed in the girl's eyes, he was a person who would give you the world. She immediately started to connect with the boy with an invisible line that connected them like it was destiny.
 And the music he was playing...it was like he was playing with the strings of her heart. It was speaking to her soul and the sweet sounds of the violin full of sunshine and passion, made her little feet immediately dance.
She couldn't resist. The boy was playing the violin with closed eyes so he could convey the feelings that he felt about his life. The girl started to dance in front of him, spinning around with graceful moves with closed eyes, so she could convey her soul to the music.
It was like everything went black around them and the boy was standing there now with wide-open eyes as he watched the girl dance to his music with burning passion. He was in awe as he had never seen someone this passionate about something. It made him play with the desire to get to know this girl who danced full of life in her heart. As the boy watched the girl dance to his music, he imagined the violin's notes escaping from his instrument and the girl dancing on them, hopping from one to one like a ballerina, jumping in the air to catch the sweet notes of the violin, chasing them so it can light up her soul.
From that day, they became inseparable. They were glued to each other as they met every day. Sometimes it was the place was the poor and warm home of Yunho's and sometimes it was the rich surroundings of Y/N's castle. They grew up together into beautiful humans, no one could compete with their unique beauty.
Not until the world suddenly went quiet.
It was a dark and tragic day, even though the sun was shining with its full power. But when the king's daughter suddenly collapsed on the floor when she was dancing, the world became voiceless. It was deaf silent. The beaming sun hid behind the dark clouds and it never came back just like the girl's soul. As abruptly as it happened, just as abruptly did she leave this life.
The Kingdom of Sunrise became the Kingdom of Grief.
The king almost died of the loss of his daughter. The Kingdom was in mourning for years. While the people slowly got over the death of their beloved princess, the king was unable to. But something kept him going, perhaps the memory of his little daughter and the dear wife he loved so much. They lived in his heart for eternity.
Something felt strangeâI was back in the throne room where I spent so much time as a child, sitting on the floor asking the maids to play with me, because I had no one else to play with. Only my father who was by my side every time his time let him. He was the king of Sunrise Kingdom; he was busy with the duties and responsibilities a king needed to keep.
The throne room looked the same, the main colors were light beige as the pillars held the ceiling that reached the sky, it looked like it had no end, and the beautiful landscape of the Sunrise Kingdom was painted on the walls by famous painters all around the world. There was one painting behind the throne, that was made out of glass.
This painting illustrated the most anticipated phenomenon in this Kingdom and it got its name because of it; the sunrise. This sunrise was beyond the imagination. When the sun decides to wake up early in the morning, it starts as usual; the sun rises, creating a breathtaking landscape, where it ascends from behind the big mountains, painting the land in yellow and orange colors. The mountains that are all around the Kingdom, embrace it, creating a protecting wall. But that is not all, as the sun slowly rises, suddenly it disappears and darkness swallows the Kingdom for a few minutes. This happens because the mountains are so huge that they block the rising sun, but as it climbs higher, the sun gradually reappears, making it look like the sun is rising two times in the Kingdom, painting the sky with light colors, awaking the folks to start their day as the natural miracle guides the way through the day.
This is the reason the Kingdom got its name, because miracles happen here and the people who live here believe in miracles.
And as I looked around the throne room, it felt like it wasn't real. As if I was in a dream, where I had no physical body. Then I spotted my father, sitting on the throne made out of glass, as his eyes were staring at the floor. His gaze was now dark and hopeless, that once was full of light and kindness. He was leaning to the side of the throne made out of glass, his head supported by his elbow. He looked like he wasn't in this world like he was lost in between the realms that were full of demons.
'Oh, my sweet, caring father, who was by my side since I was little, he protected me from the nightmares that hunted me in my sleep, from the people who tried to disown me from this world. He protected me from the world not letting the bad take over him. He was still a caring and lovable father, and seeing him like this made my heart break. I have never seen him in a melancholy, that made him forget where he was.
"My dear, father why are you so sorrowed?" I spoke with a soft voice, reaching my hand towards his face, where a single teardrop escaped his eyes. I reached my hands but as my fingertips were close to his face, it just melted into his wrinkled face.
"Oh, my precious little daughterâŠ" My father sobbed into his hands; my heart shattered into pieces seeing him like this.
"I'm here, father, look at me." I wanted to lift his head to look at me, but my hands had no grip, it went through my father's face like it wasn't even there.
I was frozen in place, time stopped ticking, and my finger froze to his face where the teardrop fell over it like it wasn't even there. I looked down at my body, it was still meâŠbutâ something was wrong. My hands traveled to my chest, waiting for the familiar pumping of my chestâit did not come. Then I glanced at the throne where I could see my reflection and I saw myself but I was as white as a swan, my skin looking pale as I touched my cheek, the once pink lips were gone, almost looking white with a hint of light blue, my cheeks that were always blushing of how warm I felt, now gone. I was wearing a white dress that almost melted into my skin. The warmth of my body that the sun always filled up, now felt like the cold winter that always hunted the Kingdom with its icy weather and dark sky.
Once I was the embodiment of summer, now I looked like the cruel winter. It made me realizeâI was not alive.
The king just couldn't get over his sweet little daughter's passing. It was torturing in a way that made him feel like it was not worth living anymore. He remained alone in the world he created alongside his daughter. They created this Kingdom together...and now the light of the Kingdom was not living with them anymore. The sun did rise two times in the morning, but its light faded away the longer the king's daughter passed away. The Kingdom went into deep grief, the once happy folks that went around the streets singing joyfully, now passed by each other not even looking at each other.
The king stood on the balcony of his massive castle, towering over the landscape like a shadow. Yet, it offered the people a safe haven, a place they could always run to whenever they felt unsafe. And that was the purpose of the king, so his people would gladly run to him every time they needed help because he wanted to help.
But looking down at his people, walking on the streets without joy, the sun not shining as bright as it used to be. It was like the weather was cooperating with people's emotionsâwho became slowly emotionless, which led the Kingdom to let the darkness embrace it through the dark clouds that never appeared there before.
The King had reached his limitâhe would not abandon his people, nor allow his beloved daughter to die. He knew he had to ask for a favor.Â
And that favor led the King to ride beyond his Kingdom to a wicked witch, who hid in the depths of the Sea of Tears. The Sea of Tears were piled up by the tears of people who only cried because of joy, they could make a wish if they cried, but only if it was because they were happy. The ones who were heartbroken, and mournful, had no chance in there, they needed to seek happiness just to wish for their deepest desires.
 The King and the witch encountered once, when the moon broke into two and when the stars poured like rain from the bright sky. The King saved the witch from a monster that wanted to suck the life out of her.
So, the witch owned him one. And the king went to ask for that favor. It almost took one year to find the witch and to make a deal with her.
Months later the king announced to his people a miracle that no one believed was possible.
My dearest people, He shouted as he was standing on the balcony of his castle full of grief.
Our Kingdom lost something so precious that is impossible to replace; our princess who is solely going to live in our hearts forever.
That is what I assumed, could make me live more than one day; but it was not enough for my breaking heart, I couldn't stand the pain anymore.
I struck a deal with someone so I could see my sweet daughter once more, perhaps even have her by our sides forever.
However, I need your dearest support in that; the witch of the Sea of Tears created a doll for me that looks exactly like my daughter. She helped me create my daughter, but there is a predicament.
My daughter's soul can find a home in the doll's plush heart, but it will only awaken if it hears pure music played on an instrument that once resonated with a passion beyond this world.Â
This is the only way we could bring back our princess. I count on every one of you.
Let us bring her home, together!
Yunhoâs pov
It was almost half a decade ago, that she died. The world has not been the same since. It went dark, happiness just stopped existing. Especially for me. She was the light in my miserable days, she was the person who melted my cold heart whenever she danced to the sounds coming from my violin. It made both of us burn with passion for music.
But she was gone, and it felt like the music died with her too.
I haven't been playing since that day. I just couldn't get myself to play on my violin, because it reminds me of her and my heart aches physically if I think about her. Because even though I played the violin, she made the music coming from it, live. It was magical when she danced. I always imagined her, with colours sparkling around her, as she spun around to the sound of my violin. As her big, blue eyes closed to feel the music, as her rosy lips curved up, as she always beamed happiness, the pink ballet shoes on his feet, that were worn out from the constant dancing, but she loved it so much, she would've never changed it to a new one.
I played on the violin since I could walk, I loved it because it made me disconnect from the world. I needed that, my father was beating me almost every evening, as he always came home drunk as a skunk, I didn't do anything but he just hit me and shouted into my face that the reason why our mother left us was me.
The reason is still a mystery why my mother left us, and I think I will never find it out. I needed to take care of my little brother and save him from our father, who slowly killed the humanity inside of him, from the wound our mother left behind.
So, I started to play the violin on the streets, hoping I could make a living from it. At first, people just stared at me. What did a little boy like me do on the streets with an old violin?
But as I started to play, they snapped their heads toward me, surprised at how good I was. People enjoyed my music and I enjoyed the attention and money I got.
And then one day a little girl came. When I saw her while I was playing, I couldn't breathe. She looked mesmerizing and when she started dancing, I felt like my heart was going to explode. We became friends from that day, as music connected our souls. We were inseparable, we learned a lot of things from each other, we played around a lot, we fought, then laughed. She was the sun in my dark world, even though we were living in Sunrise Kingdom, even though we saw the sun rise two times a day, she was my sunrise. And as she died, there was no sun for me anymore to rise.
It was almost three years ago, since the King announced the miracle, that the doll comes to life if you play an instrument with passion. When I heard it, I finally felt a little hope crawl through my soul. What is it, if not destiny, when music was the thing that connected us? I was so happy I could bring her back; I was sure if I played for this doll on my violin, she was going to come back to me. I didn't even think about the fact it might not happen, because it seemed so obvious, that I was the one who needed to get her back.
But she did not come back, she didn't even move a little. I was so desperate to bring her back, but when she didn't move, I just got so disappointed, in myself, in music, and in the King for giving us hope. I felt so angry I just couldn't control my feelings and I broke my violin into pieces along with my heart. Music was the only thing that connected us, but she was not here and I just couldn't play anymore, so I just left the pieces of my violin in the old room where the doll's blue eyes just stared at me unmoving, and I left not even looking back.
It was the fifth anniversary of her death; I was heading to the Lake of Freedom. It was our place with Y/N. We always played, danced, and argued here, it was special to both of our hearts and we knew we would find the other here if it was needed. This was the reason I came here every year on the day she died. It felt like she was there with me like a piece of her stayed in this place not being able to move on.
The lake was especially beautiful today. It was surrounded by colourful trees, as autumn was near the corner. It was a mixture of red, orange, and brown colours, and the leaves fell right into the lake, like feathers, as life slowly died out of it. The dead leaf falls upon the Lake of Freedom, finding its way out from the prison that is hanging on a tree for an eternity flowing away just to drown in the dark depths of the lake.
This was how I exactly felt since she died, I just couldn't find happiness anymore in my life. What could I do when the light that kept me going was now gone? How is it possible to move on? When the darkness that calls me is more comforting than trying to find the light, it's easier to just be and drown the emptiness of my chest.
"Excuse me, boy, for interrupting your train of thoughtâŠ" I heard a voice coming from behind as I was sitting on the rock that we called 'The Theater' with Y/N, which is the theater of our imaginations.
I turned towards the source of the voice and I spotted an old man, standing with a white sack hanging from his right shoulder, his face was wrinkled from the ages, his back humped from, I assumed, the constant carrying things, he seemed he was a wanderer, who had his whole life packed into a rusty and big sack.
"Yes? How can I help you, sir?" I answered kindly, showing him respect.
"Can I ask you a favor, boy?" He coughed while approaching me slowly.
"Of course!"
"You seem like someone who can play on a violin." He eyed me up and down, as I was wearing my worn-out white shirt, with some laces on it, paired with black pants and my worn-out shoes.
"I haven't been playing in years, and I do not plan to," I stated. There was just no point in it anymore.
"Can you make one last exception for me and my wife?" He asked, deep emotions like grief and resignation playing on his wrinkled face. He saw my confused look so he continued, "This is the place where my wife died." He stated as his eyes wandered away to the dark lake. "We were in our late twenties when we were here with my wife. We played around, chasing the other, laughing around. We felt free, just as the lake's name says. But soon it became the Lake of Suffering because suddenly all I saw was my wife running away from me as I was chasing her, she got so excited she didn't see where she was stepping, she fell, and instantly hit the back of her headâŠ" The old man's eyes welled up with tears, "She fell into the lake and it was too late for me to save her, I was too far away."
My breath was stuck in my throat as I imagined the traumatic story the old man told me. It's interesting how a place where you feel free and yourself, becomes a torture, like a prison with no windows to the world, just the dark.
"My condolences, sir." I tilted my head down a little as a sign of my sympathy. We both lost someone special in our hearts.
"She loved to play the violin, she always looked so beautiful doing it. And her musicâŠit was nothing compared to this world." The old man stared into the lake as he said, a little life burning in him as he remembered his wife playing the instrument.
"I would be glad to play for her." I couldnât believe what I said, but for once it wasn't for me, or Y/N. It was for a man who lost his loverâwell I wasn't far away from that as well.
The old man's eyes sparkled as I walked next to him, seeing the end of the violin peaking from his sack. He nodded as I reached my hands towards it at that, and took it into my hands. It felt nice holding a violin after years, it felt like a piece of life got back into me. And the violin looked so beautiful. The touch of it felt like it was made out of rosewood, painted with the color of gold. It had sharp features with the right gracefulness. I have never seen a violin this mesmerizing.
When I lifted it under my chin and started to play on the string of the violin with the bow, I instantly closed my eyes and with that, I closed the world out as well. I played the melody that I played on the day I met Y/N. And it felt like I jumped back in time to that day and lived it again like a miracle. I saw her face clearly as the melody flew out of my violin on the street. The way her eyes sparkled because of the joy she felt. It took me back to that time and my heart started to beat as fast as that day. I watched her dance gracefully, but as my music got wilder and louder, she danced towards me and suddenly she disappeared in the black fog.
I immediately opened my eyes and the black fog wasn't in the vision I saw, it was all around us, the lake completely invisible, and the old man was standing next to me staring into the darkness like something bewitched him. I wanted to stop playing, but he pointed toward the dark fog and said, 'Look, don't you dare stop!' without even glancing at me. I averted my gaze from the old man to the fog as I was still playing, the melody got a little deeper, and sadder when I saw something sparkle between the dark mist. It seemed like a butterfly but bigger and it was illuminated with something that did not belong to this realm. Then it started to dance towards me, fighting through the darkness as some hands tried to grab it, but they remained empty-handed as they fought through the demons and got closer to me. I just couldn't breathe when that thing was fully visible.
It was her.
The girl I was craving for, the girl I lost and never got back. The girl who visited me in my nightmares just to turn them into sweet dreams. There she was, the girl I loved with my whole heart.
But something was wrong. It wasn't her entirely. She was pale, her used-to-be red cheeks were now as white as a wall, her rosy lips were now blue like the sky, and her eyes did not spark with life. It was her soul, that was slowly drying out.
"Y/N!" I whispered through my lips as I was frozen in place, but my unconscious still kept playing on the violin, because I knew if I stopped, she was going to disappear for good.
"Oh, Yunho, dear, I knew you could save me from this tortureâŠ" I heard her weak voice as she flew closer to me, she looked exactly like a ghost as she reached her hands towards my warm cheeks. I didn't feel her touch and as I looked into her eyes, it was full of tears that flew down her pale cheeks and it never landed on the ground.
I was breathing quickly, my heart pounded in my chest, the blood in my veins racing through my body, catching on fire as so many emotions got back into me that I did not feel since she died.
"Listen old man! You have to hurry up to the castle and call the King! Tell him to bring the doll he made for his daughter to the lake! Tell him Yunho might know how to bring his daughter backâŠ" I told the old man who was standing next to me in awe.
"Hurry up, we don't have time!" I yelled at the man, as I started to get impatient, I didn't know how much she could keep up, I didn't want to lose her again.
I was still playing, I didn't even notice what I was playing, my hands were hurting but I did not care because all I could focus on was the beautiful face in front of me.
"I am glad you finally found me, Yunho." She smiled at me but it wasn't real, it felt like she just wanted to make me believe everything was okay.
"I am sorry it took me so long, Y/NâŠ" One teardrop escaped my eye as she immediately wanted to wipe it off, but still nothing.
"No, Yunho, I'm okay, everything will be okayâŠ" She whispered as tears fell on her cheeks like a waterfall.
I just couldn't watch her struggle anymore I knew she was fighting between the real and the dead world, she just needed a hand to pull her back to our life.
So, I just dropped the violin as sudden silence fell on us all I was hearing was her screaming, "No! Yunho don't stâ," She couldnât finish the sentence because she disappeared.
My heart was in my ears I didn't hear anything as I looked down at my hands. I was grabbing onto something. "Come back to meâŠplease," I whispered into the dark fog, that slowly started to disappear. I felt something hold onto my hands, and as I looked down a hand was interlaced with mine and slowly a body started to appear in front of me, that looked human-like, that belonged to this world.
It was her again. But her hands now felt warm, her big, blue eyes were sparkling with life, her cheeks were red and his lips were back to their natural rosy color. She came back to me and I couldn't believe my eyes, she was so mesmerizingly beautiful like she did not belong to this world. But I knew she did belong to this world, beside me.
When I saw him, it felt like it was just the usual nightmares that I had dreamt through the years. My nightmares were always about him playing peacefully, then dark hands grabbing him, just to drown him in the dark mist. But the hands never came, he was still there playing with his eyes closed and it felt like we jumped back in time when we first met at the street. The sweet scenario played in front of me when the real nightmare started.
The black hands appeared, but they wanted me, not Yunho. I would gladly sacrifice myself for him if it came to him living peacefully. The hands grabbed me, I got used to it, I didn't know how long I had been in between the worlds but it felt like an eternity, it felt like I was never going to escape from here, I couldn't even die, let alone live. It was torture being there, and seeing my loved ones feel sad because of me, seeing them give up on life just because I died. It was not fair, because I screamed for them to let me go and live instead of me. But they just never listened and they slowly gave in to the darkness. My father followed the same path as Yunho.
And it hurt, it felt like I didn't matter because I did not want this. I wanted them to move on, but they just couldn't and then I decided, no matter what, I was going to come back to the real world, even if I had to fight against my demons. It was a long way and I knew I could trust Yunho; he was my only hope in the dark world I existed in.
And when he looked at me with those big doe eyes. I knew it was worth all the struggle I went through, it was worth fighting with the dark hands that got me in a chokehold, they chained me to this world between the living and the dead, they were feeding from my memories, from my screams, from me. But now, I only needed my last power to leave the demons behind. They were clinging to my back when Yunho saw me, they were trying to pull me back to the dark, whispering that I could never go back, that I was a fool, but I fought against them and didn't let them bring me back.
 The melodies escaping from his violin started to feed me with power as I reached my hands towards his face that I starved to touch, but never got to touch. He looked at me like I was his whole world, his face looked tired but full of care like the little Yunho I got to know.
Then he suddenly disappeared and a black hand on my mouth pulled me back to the dark fog, and I got lost in it again, drowning in the feeling of void, the feeling of nothing. I wanted to scream but the hand did not pull away as it pulled me deeper and deeper into the dark sea, where more demons awaited.
But something anchored me to the real world because they were struggling to pull me deeper, a bunch of black hands were pulling me by my right hand, but something so strong was holding my left hand, that it almost broke me in half. The anchor that pulled my left hand was so much stronger as I felt more distance between the black hands and me, they tried to reach me, but it was too late because sudden light hit my eyes that blinded me and I felt something hit my chest with a power that was the last blow I needed to get back into the real world.Â
Then I fell into two welcoming warm hands and I felt like after an eternity of struggling I was finally at home again, in between the hands of the boy I fell in love with the moment I saw him play the instrument with a passion that immediately fired my little heart, and that fire never seemed to burn out, even when I wasn't alive, the burning of my chest made me keep going, made me feel even though it was impossible in between the two worlds. I did feel, that something invisible connected me to the real world, which led me to Yunho's warm heart, where the same flame was burning in his chest.
"You finally came back to me." I heard his sweet voice, and as my heart started to beat impossibly fast, I felt like I might die again.
"I came back to you." Then I kissed him on his sweet lips because that was the last thing, I needed to feel alive after being in nothing but cold without any feelings. I finally woke up from a never-ending dream just so I could keep dancing to his melodies. I needed him to feel alive because he brought me back to life, that was impossible in this world.
But as you can see nothing is impossible in the Sunrise Kingdom, miracles do existâbecause the sun rises two times as well; just as I did.
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