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anigodd · 4 years ago

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The Deal

Here it is, the crossover I said I would do like 3 weeks ago. Sorry about that. anyway, first and foremost, I’m a Captainsparklez stan, so he is the main character. Also, if you don’t know anything about Mianite, this aint for you, sorry.

Let’s get started! It’s super long, but enjoy!

Summary:

Jordan would not consider himself a cruel man, but when he saw that children, especially Tubbo, were being forced to fight in a war? Well, if he made a seemingly harmless deal with JSchlatt in order to...persuade him to end the war, then that was his own decision to justify. After all, what was a war without a little bit of psychological torture?

Most of the time, people forget that Jordan, better known as Captainsparklez or just The Captain, was old. I don’t mean in his 40s or 50s, I mean thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of years old. He’s fought for balance for as long as his lady had accepted him as her Champion millennia ago. Most don’t know simply because they don’t ask.

Most of the time, people forget that he is not entirely human. He’s immortal—it come with the job description—and has spent so much time in the End that it was bound to affect him eventually. His Lady, ever the one to always worry about him, changed him ever so slightly so that he was not susceptible to most human weaknesses: he didn’t need to sleep as much, better stamina, strength, etc. He complained that she did not have to do that, to save her power for something more important than him, but she stared him straight in his eyes and said with such conviction and with such sadness in her eyes that he was stunned,

“You are the most important thing to me, Jordan. Please, never forget that.”

He never did.

Most of the time, people forget that Jordan was dangerous. You don’t remain the Champion of the Goddess of Balance without having a few perks, nor do you simply kill a god and not absorb some of their power. In his dreams, he could see snippets of the future, not like his Lady, but just enough to influence his actions in wars or in everyday life to help maintain balance. Jordan could feel a deep ache in his soul when balance was disrupted. He can travel to and fro from the end without the need for a portal—he teleported like an enderman (he wouldn’t stop scaring Tom with this new-found power for days). He knew how to use a bit of magic, some was taught to him by the Ianite in Ruxomar. Just simple spells, such as small barriers or being able to communicate with endermen. He really had to hone his magic at some point. What was most interesting was his control over some of the Darkness’ domain. He never figured that he gained a little bit of something from killing World Historian all those years ago, he just thought he was mentally prepared for the next years to come.

Turns out he was wrong again.

The Darkness, before their final battle, had brought this to his attention. The deity would always poke into his head and whisper to him, but Jordan would push him out of his head when it got too much for him. After a few times, the Darkness said that Jordan had more power over his mind than he thought. The deity’s voice sounded intrigued by this development and soon worked harder to get Jordan on his side to no avail. However, what the Darkness said lingered in the back of his mind until one day, after the war, his Lady brought it up.

They were quietly sitting in her temple in the End when she spoke.

“Captain, I don’t want to pry, but I know that you’ve been thinking about what the Darkness told you and, if you wanted, I could help you control it?” She hesitantly offered. Jordan froze.

The Darkness told him a lot of things. He promised him weapons of infinite power, nights of peaceful rest, a break from the voices in his mind—a break from fighting. He promised him a peaceful life if he joined him. The Captain composed himself but stopped.

‘Control what?’ he thought. Now he was confused. It must have shown on his face because a smile blossomed on Ianite’s face.

“I wanted to teach you how to control your mind. The Darkness noticed you were able to block him from your mind. That does not come from years of experience, Captain. It’s more of a gift...or perhaps a curse. This power is why, when I was being influenced, I was unable to communicate with you,” she explained.

“Unable to talk to me? Why? I never intentionally pushed you away,” Jordan questioned. He would never ignore his Lady, even if she wasn’t really herself.

She chuckled. “I know you wouldn’t, Jordan. Thank you for that. What I mean is that you subconsciously blocked out all influences if the Darkness, including me.”

She watched as his eyes widened, but he nodded slowly in understanding. He waited for her to continue before he asked his questions; she could feel his curiosity.

“I could either help you control and develop this power, or you could leave it as a sort of unconscious barrier for your mind. There are many aspects that come with this gift, not just protection for yourself. If you wish, we could start immediately?” Ianite inquired.

She hoped he accepted. The Captain was like a son to her and it would mean the world to Ianite if she could finally teach him something as a mother would teach her son to ride a bike. She wanted to see him grow into his power and watch with pride as he mastered magic. Yes, she hoped he would accept.

Ianite watched as he thought about it. He stared at her. She could see his burning curiosity and the look of hope on her face. The truth was, the Captain craved knowledge more than power. He wanted to know anything and everything that he could, and this was something he wanted to learn. It may come in handy in the future.

He nodded. “When do you want to start, M’lady?” he asked with a smile.

She grinned. “We can start immediately.”

Oh, she couldn’t wait to see what he would become. No matter what, she would be proud.

—————— Nobody knew the extent of Jordan’s power or what he was trained to do. Rumors spread of the great hero who learned how to harness old magic from the teachings of the Goddess herself. Others say he went mad with power and tormented her with visions of destruction. Some say he does not look human anymore. Some say he guards her temple in the End and is still loyal to her thousands of years later. Others say he got to live his life in peace after training.

Some of those rumors are true. After all, all myths come from a seed of truth. Nowadays, though, The Captain does live in relative peace. He gets to participate in tournaments, such as the newest one called Minecraft Championship, where he really just plays for fun. He never got to make friends or have fun for his years under the gods, but the Universe has calmed down and his Lady wanted to see him have fun and socialize.

Most of them recognized him or had heard of him. He was always so uncomfortable with attention or praise but thankfully—THANKFULLY—their starry-eyed looks stopped after a while. Unless, of course, he said something that they recognized as one of his catchphrases all hell broke loose but...well...it was pretty funny to watch them yell and laugh good-naturedly when he said something like that.

Some asked him a million questions about his life or his adventures, especially this...child? His name was Tubbo and, apparently, Jordan was his role-model. He was flattered and a bit flustered. Most people that came up to him were older than 16 and usually asked about his fighting tactics or the wars he fought in. But this kid asked about none of those. Tubbo was the nicest kid he had ever met and tried to give him the best answers that he could, even if the were a little vague at some points—he didn’t want to scar the boy.

Tubbo didn’t seem to care. He always stared at him with the most excited smile and genuinely interested expression that he nearly cries thinking about it. Only a few people look at him so kindly it hurts. Tubbo is always bursting with questions and the Captain is always happy to answer. It became a thing for Tubbo to follow him around, prompting Jordan to call him ‘duckling’ in his mind.

He has started to become a bit worried about Tubbo and his loud friend, Tommy, though. The two are usually so boisterous and loud that it was hard to miss them. Nowadays, when he sees them, the two teens are more subdued and they look....exhausted. He’s seen that look. He knows they are fighting a war they cannot win.

Jordan knows he has to put an end to the fighting. If not for Tubbo, then for his own peace of mind. He finds Jschlatt on his own private server and strikes a sort of a deal with the man.

His smile is ice and his eyes are as dark as the Void when they shake hands. Purple tendrils and sparks emerge from their handshake, giving Jordan access to Jschlatt’s every move. The magic let Schlatt know that there was no backing out of this deal.

Their souls were intertwined until the deal was done. —————— Nobody knew that Jordan was a deal maker. Not that he did it much in the first place—there wasn’t anything that he wanted from others and he hated exercising his power over others.

This time, however, was an exception.

He knew what Schlatt had done to Tubbo and the others on Dream’s SMP. He knew that they were hurting. He hated seeing families torn apart and children being forced to grow up and fight. They should’ve had a childhood. They shouldn’t have to be forced into a war, and for what? Power? Glory? Honor? No honorable soldier would endorse using children to fight. No honorable leader or nation would do so either.

He noticed the shadows on the walls growing and harmful magic beginning to swarm around him.

Jordan heaved a sigh. He had to calm down before he did anything he would regret. He looked back at Schlatt from where he was hidden in the shadows. The hybrid was sat at his desk in the White House, languidly drinking from a glass as if there was no war going on; as if he isn’t responsible for the suffering going on in his lands.

He gave Schlatt two weeks to fulfill his end of the deal before Jordan fulfilled his end, but it doesn’t seem like Schlatt was even slightly worried about their agreement.

The Captain watched as he filled out paperwork and discarded peace treaties or ideas for that may improve Manburg. The lack of care for his nation made Jordan’s blood boil.

How careless.

How cruel.

How sickening. —————

Most know that Jordan, at his core, is kind-hearted and humble. He would never attack without a reason, but even before then, he would try to negotiate. It’s why he has been the Champion of Balance for so long: it’s in his nature.

That being said, Jordan is not a cruel or sadistic man. But to him, this deal was important to him. It would bring peace and protection to those in Dream’s land. They have been fighting for too long and are beginning to lose themselves. It had to be stopped.

As another few days went by, and soon, with 5 days left for Schlatt to fulfill his end of the deal, Jordan knew he had to give a bit of an....incentive to Schlatt.

He smiled. While he hated using his powers over the mind, now looked like a good time for some practice. The Captain waited until Schlatt was asleep to enter his mind. Since their souls were intertwined because of the deal, his plan was much simpler. His eyes glowed a deep purple.

After all, what was a little bit of psychological torture on one person if it benefitted the masses?

The Captain left the man to sleep. He had a feeling he’s be hearing from Schlatt in the next few days. And maybe, if Schlatt heard clocks ticking a bit louder than normal and seemed to echo in his mind, well, that was for Jordan to know, wasn’t it? ————————

Schlatt woke up with a killer headache and an unsettling feeling. The hairs on the back if his neck stood up and his shoulders tensed. Was he being watched? He looked around his room with a steady gaze. The room was quiet save for the birds outside and his clock. Had it always been that loud?

No matter. He couldn’t see anyone but that didn’t mean he was safe. Maybe he should have Tubbo stay by his side for the day until his paranoia passed?

Something caught his eye. He could have sworn he saw the shadows grow in his room after that thought. He shrugged to himself. He definitely needed more sleep if he was starting to see shadow demons.

Ha.

He took a deep breath and began to get ready for the day. He had paperwork to do and meetings to plan. If Manburg were to be under his rule, there had to be a few new....rules put into place.

‘Yes,’ he smiled. ‘New regulations wouldn’t hurt anybody.’

He walked down the hallways of the White House quicker than he usually does. Why does he feel like someone was watching him? Was Pogtopia planning an attack? The thought made him snort.

‘Right, like they could plan a decent attack,’ he thought.

When he looked outside to where the seats in front of the podium were located, he didn’t see a nice grassy field with a peaceful waterfall. Instead, he saw ashes falling from the sky like snow, a red haze filling the air, and fires burning with. The birds chirping distorted into echoed screams of agony. The podium was blown to bits and Tubbo...oh god....—

He blinked and the scenery reverted to normal.

“Sir?” a small voice asked from behind him.

Schlatt jumped and tried to control his breathing. When did he begin to hyperventilate? Why was he shaking?

He stared into the concerned and slightly wary eyes of Tubbo. Jesus, the kid was quiet.

He let out a breath and put his hand on his chest.

“Christ, Tubbo, you’re gonna give this old man a heart attack one day,” he tried to joke.

Tubbo cracked a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you alright, Schlatt? You were staring out at the lawn like someone died.” Tubbo said.

Schlatt froze. He did see someone dead. But it wasn’t a memory, what was it?

He looked at Tubbo and put his hand on the kid’s shoulder. Geez, he was just a kid, wasn’t he.

“Whatever happens, Tubbo, just know that it’s not your fault,” is all he said before walking into his office and closing the door. Tubbo was so confused, but Schlatt has done weirder and so he let it go. He wanted to see Tommy.

The clock in Schlatt’s office echoed in his mind as he worked. ——————

The one thing that Jordan hated was being mistaken for a kind-hearted fool.

He watched as Schlatt worked for another 3 days while enduring the visions of what may become of Manburg.

He watched as Schlatt ignored the shadows on the walls and the ticking of his clock.

He watched as Schlatt jumped in his seat when the whispers of the End began to echo in his ears.

He watched as Schlatt could not sleep for the rest of the 5 days.

He watched as the man slowly broke down. The visions kept him awake, the clocks were too loud, the whispers were in a language he couldn’t understand and the feeling of being watched drove him to the brink of insanity.

The others began to notice his quickly deteriorating health.

Schlatt had dark bags under his eyes that nearly looked like bruises. He was constantly looking over his shoulder and nearly broke all of the clocks in the White House. While talking to someone, his eyes always darted to the corners of the rooms. Most worryingly, he would just stare at something that looked normal, say an open field, and nearly put himself into a panic attack. The residents may not like him but they hated seeing anyone reduced to shambles. They tried to help him but all they get is incoherent mumbles or snippets of what may be Schlatt’s imagination.

Whatever it was, it had to stop.

The first time Wilbur heard of Schlatt’s health, he laughed. He laughed so hard he cried and couldn’t breath for at least 5 minutes. Tommy and Tubbo joined in, though their laughter was much weaker. The times after hearing about it, though, something changed in Wilbur. He could see how it was scaring Tubbo and at the rare times Niki visited, she expressed her genuine concerns over Schlatt.

“We may not like him too much, Wilbur, but you haven’t seen him. The poor man looks like he’s gonna run himself to his grave. We’re all worried about him,” is what she said to him when he asked why they were so concerned about him.

Wilbur wanted to see how Schlatt was fairing. Techno didn’t seem to care too much but he seemed interested in what happened to Schlatt.

“I’ll go along only because I wanna see what he looks like when he walks,” was Techno’s justification to visiting the White House. Okay then, Techno.

Tommy was coming along as well. He was practically dying from curiosity, but he also wanted to see Tubbo. Wilbur didn’t question his logic either.

However, they didn’t have to sneak into Manburg like they had planned to. They received an invitation to an SMP meeting in the community center in 3 hours. Everyone on the server had to attend, including Dream. This surprised Wilbur as he held the letter in his hands. Why would Dream have to attend if Schlatt was calling this meeting?

“Kinda sus of him, not gonna lie,” Techno said from behind him.

Wilbur hummed and turned around.

“Do you think we should go?”

Techno looked at him, practically expressionless. Wilbur stared back--- he was used to waiting for an answer.

“Tommy will complain for days if we don’t go, so yeah, we’re going,” is what Techno said eventually.

Wilbur sighed and crumpled the letter. He looked back at Techno, who was starting to head to the entrance of their ravine.

“Can you wait for Tommy and I before you go off and commit war crimes?” He joked.

Techno stopped.

“BruuUhhhH.”

Wilbur just laughed and went to fetch the blond gremlin from his room.

He just hoped this meeting didn’t go to shit. ———————— Schlatt felt like shit. He didn’t know what was happening to him or why but he just wanted it to stop.

Every corner he turned there was some depiction of an explosion or a massacre in that area. Quiet rooms were too loud with the whispers and the clocks. He kept the lights on at all times.

What was breaking him down the most was the constant feeling of being watched. Even with multiple people in the room, it was like a predator was watching its prey from afar. Waiting to pounce. He was at his wits end, but finally, hours before he called the SMP meeting, he got answers.

He was trying to do paperwork but was really just staring at the same paragraph for an hour. His mind was muddled and he couldn’t form a coherent thought.

He was so tired but every time he closed his eyes, it was another scene of death and destruction. He hands shook so badly that he had to put his pen down and place his head in his hands.

“You seem to be struggling, Schlatt,” a voice said from behind him. That feeling of being watched increased tenfold, causing Schlatt to tense and look behind him.

The Captain was standing in the corner of the room. The shadows obscured most of his figure but he could see his eyes—what happened to his eyes?—and his unnerving smile.

Schlatt tired to summon some of his dignity.

“Captain! Long time, no see. How’ve you been?”

Jordan’s expression didn’t change, but the room darkened a bit. Schlatt noticed.

“Have you been doing that? It’s been driving me nuts!” he angrily exclaimed.

Jordan cocked his head to the side.

“Have you forgotten about our deal, Schlatt?” Is all he asked. Why was his voice suddenly deeper? It rumbled in his ears and was vaguely threatening. His heart rate picked up and he had a feeling that Jordan was not just some guy he made a deal with.

He steeled his nerves. There is no way that Jordan is anything but human. He looked towards the Captain who was impossibly still with his creepy smile.

“No, I didn’t forget about it. I just....had better things to do,” was his defense. That apparently was the wrong answer.

Jordan was suddenly right in front of him, smile gone and eyes staring straight into him. Schlatt’s instincts immediately screamed ‘danger!’ and ‘run!’ but something was keeping him in place. He felt his heart pounding in his chest but he still couldn't move away. Purple eyes bored into his own.

Jordan placed a deceptively gentle hand on his cheek.

“I don’t like being mistaken for a fool, Schlatt. We made this deal to benefit both of us, yet you exploit my charity,” he patronized. The power radiating from those words nearly had Schlatt tumbling to his knees but he stood firm.

“I’ll give you 24 hours, but,” his hand suddenly gripped his face tightly and forced Schlatt to look at him. What he saw terrified him.

“If you continue to fail to uphold your end of the deal, then, well,” he released his hold on Schlatt, “I hope you’ll be able to get used to the way your currently living,” he threatened. The Captain straightened and gave him yet another unnerving smile.

Out of nowhere, he summoned an intricate clock and began to wind it. It was a beautiful black with purple and gold accents. The outer design of the clock resembled...scales? At the center, there was an ender eye. The numbers weren’t exactly numbers but looked like writing one would find in an enchantment table. How in the hell did Jordan get a clock like this?

He finished winding the clock and Schlatt thought he was going to place it down on his desk. He was wrong once again. A deep purple aura surrounded the clock and it disappeared with a burst of particles. Unfortunately, he could still hear it ticking next to his ear.

“This should remind you of the limited time that you have,” he began to back away before he stopped and turned around with a thoughtful look on his face.

“I’m not a cruel man, JSchlatt. But I do believe in an eye for an eye. I hope you make the right decision,” he said, and he was gone in a flash of purple.

Schlatt shakily sat down—when had he stood up?—and began to draft a peace treaty for Manburg. The writing was shaky and nearly illegible, but it would have to do. Then, he called a meeting for all of SMP to attend.

He sat for 3 hours listening to the incessant ticking. It was becoming more and more distorted in his mind as the hours ticked by. ——————— Once everyone was seated at a round table in the community house, they all looked towards Schlatt for an explanation.

The atmosphere was tense, mainly from Wilbur and Tommy, while the rest tried to sit as comfortably as they could. Dream was practically lounging in his chair.

“So, Schlatt,” Wilbur practically spat his name, “what did you call this oh so important meeting for?” he asked and crossed his arms.

It was his first time seeing Schlatt since his exile and he felt...just a little bit of pity for him. His clothes were rumpled as if he had slept in them, his eyes were red—he looked about ready to fall asleep but always jerked awake at the last second. His eyes were darting to the corners of the room. Wilbur looked around but found nothing out of the ordinary. He could see the others glancing around the room as well, unnerved by Schlatt’s paranoia.

Schlatt, even though he was incredibly shaky and oh so tired, stood up. He was still the President, damn it. All eyes were on him as he cleared his throat.

“I have called this meeting to.....to....” he was having second thoughts. Did he really want to give up his power over Pogtopia and Manburg? He enjoyed the chaos and having control over everything. He wasn’t ready to give this up yet.

He saw the shadows move and the Captain manifested from the shadows. The ticking was nearly deafening. Jordan’s eyes were deadly, his smile nowhere to be found. He looked non-human without his glasses on.

Schlatt was so focused on his appearance that he missed when the Captain drew his sword—a near black blade that looked wickedly sharp. The handle was intricately carved with ancient spells and magic seals. Schlatt noticed too late that Jordan had heard his thoughts.

The Captain rushed at him with his sword raised and cold eyes boring into his soul. HIs smile was nearly feral as he charged. Schlatt shrieked and stumbled backwards into the wall and raised his hands to defend himself from the blows-

But nothing came.

He shakily looked around and noticed that the room was giving him nervous looks. Quakity and Niki were nearly out of their seats while Dream was sitting straight in his chair. Schlatt shakily let out a breath and began to stand.

“Schlatt...” Tubbo began but Schlatt waved him off.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just my imagination,” he easily lied.

Those in attendance saw right through this lie, but decided that once he begins talking, they may get an explanation.

Schlatt took a breath and tried to calm his racing heart. He was so tired. His whole body shook with adrenaline and exhaustion and, god, he just wanted to sleep but he couldn’t. Not with the state he was in now. The Captain’s words echoed in his mind: ‘I hope you can get used to this.’

Schlatt decided that he couldn’t live like this and made his decision. He sat down and took out the drafts of the peace treaty and set them on the table.

“The fuck’s all this?” Tommy quietly mutters while picking up a paper and scrutinizing it. But of course, Tommy’s version of quiet is still decently loud.

“It’s a peace treaty. If you read through this and sign, Manburg and Pogtopia will cease their fighting and hold another election. This time, however, two partied cannot combine their votes,” Schlatt explained. He saw the room looking at him with mixed reactions.

Some looked relieved that the fighting would be over, others were skeptical, and some looked elated at the chance to live peacefully again. Wilbur, however, was not convinced. He was looking at Schlatt skeptically while reading the treaty silently.

‘He’s looking for a loophole,’ was whispered in his ear. It took all of Schlatt’s willpower not to look to his left in fear of what he may see. He could hear the smile on the Captain’s face.

Finally, Wilbur spoke.

“And why should we believe that you would peacefully give up your power? We know that you love the fighting, the wars, the power,” his voice rose as he continued, “why should we trust anything you say?” he finished with a shout.

Wilbur was breathing heavily and glaring at Schlatt. The atmosphere became almost unbearably tense until Jordan finally decided to step in.

He had been silently watching from the shadows, making sure Schlatt stayed in check but also to make sure that the deal was completed. There was mistrust in the air, and to be honest, he was getting impatient. Jordan really wanted to get the treaty over with and go home, take a nap, and preferably not get up for three days.

“Schlatt’s telling the truth,” he says before he steps out of the shadows. He nearly chuckles at the bewildered looks he gets as he steps into view.

A very eager Tubbo is soon clinging to his waist and looking up at him with such relief that he does not regret even the smallest bit of what he’s done to Schlatt. He noticed the boy looked close to tears and was starting to bury his face into his coat.

Jordan placed a gentle hand on Tubbo’s head and he flinched. Oh, he was about to murder whoever hurt his boy. His Lady’s influence reminded him that no, no matter how much it would have been justified, he could not kill someone in this land. He took a deep breath and looked up.

“Does anyone have any questions or will you sign the contract?” he said more as a statement than a question. Tubbo’s arms tightened around his waist. Jordan should really ask him what’s been going on; he wanted to help him and Tommy in any way he could.

Dream, however, had a question.

“How did you get into my server? You’re not whitelisted and I know for a fact that Tubbo doesn’t have the admin power to invite you” Dream said, though he sounded a tad accusatory.

Did he not see what was going on in his server? Did he not care that people were being traumatized? Did he not care that they were losing hope?

The Captain chuckled. The sound caused everyone to shiver and for Schlatt to shrink in his seat. He noticed the clock had stopped ticking and his heart sunk. Fuck, was he too late?

“Dream,” the Captain took off his glasses and his whole visage changed.

His warm brown eyes were now a deep purple that held a small glow to them. His hair was impossibly dark—it looked like of you were put put your hand on it, it would sink right in like a shadow. The outside around his eyes were veins of crying obsidian, a stark contrast to his skin. His clothes floated almost as if he were in water and the pure power of magic that radiated from him was nearly stifling.

“I don’t need your permission to enter your lands when I feel that ethical and moral laws are being broken. I knew something was wrong when Tubbo stopped talking passionately about anything and everything. I knew something was wrong when those from here flinched and loud noises. And I knew something was wrong when you didn’t seem to care,” he spat.

He gently pulled Tubbo from around his waist and walked next to Schlatt. The air around him rippled like water and the shadows grew.

“Now,” he purred. “Schlatt and I made a bit of a deal. A peace treaty that stopped the fighting on these lands that also prohibited future wars in exchange for books on basic magic,” he explained.

The room listened intently.

“But,” he dramatically sighed and Schlatt tried to make himself as small as possible.

“Schlatt here didn’t feel like adhering to our deal very much, so I gave him a bit of incentive,” he stopped there and looked at the room as if that explained everything.

“What does that have to do with my lands?” Dream asked.

Jordan paused. How could he say this as delicately as possible? He sighed and cleaned his glasses in his coat.

“You have to understand that I’m not a cruel man, but I hate being mistaken for a fool. I told Schlatt this when he had five days remaining to complete his end of the deal. If you remember, he may have started acting a bit...differently?” he began.

Niki gasped.

“You were doing that to him? Making him go nearly insane?!” she exclaimed. While she may not like Schlatt, that was cruel of him.

“Yeah, we were really worried for him. What did you do to him, man?” Quakity asked. He was really not liking this side of the Captain.

“I think it was perfectly reasonable, especially when the lives of children were on the line. Honestly, you all should be ashamed of yourselves. Making children fight—who does that?!” he angrily exclaimed.

“They wanted to fight!” Wilbur defended.

Jordan’s dark eyes rounded on him and while he would never admit it, Wilbur was terrified. There was such resentment and disgust in his expression that he almost regretted the war. Almost.

“Have you ever once asked then what they wanted? You’re living in a hole for my goddesses’ sake! Tommy looks like he hasn’t eaten in days and Tubbo is on the brink of tears! Are you so blinded by greed that you can’t see you’re hurting them?” his voice rose as he pointed out the obvious states of the teens.

Tommy was so conflicted. He wanted to defend himself and Wilbur, but he was intimidated by the Captain. He usually never cared for being weaker than other people, but he felt if he used his usual snark he’d be vaporized or something. He looked to Tubbo. His best friend was struggling to keep his emotions in check ever since the Captain arrived, but he knew Tubbo adored the man to high heaven. If Tubbo trusted the Captain’s judgement, then so would he.

Wilbur hadn’t spoken yet, so he did.

“Wil,” he began quietly.

Wilbur turned towards the blond. He hoped he wouldn’t say anything that would confirm what Jordan said.

“Yes, Tommy?” wilbur sounded near accusatory.

The teen but his lip and looked towards Techno, who sat next to him. The pink haired man gave him a subtle nod to continue.

Tommy let put a deep breath. Techno was always right, wasn’t he.

“I.....I want to go home,” he admitted.

Wilbur was shocked. Go home? Why? They were fighting for their country back and Tommy wanted to go home?

“Why would you want to go home, Tommy? I’m so close to getting L’manburg back! If we could just-“

“I don’t want to fight anymore!” he cried. The room went silent.

“I don’t want to fight, Wil....” he said again in a small voice.

Wilbur didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t tell if he was angry or heartbroken at Tommy’s admission. He didn’t want to fight?

“We can go home if you want, Tommy. Just let me call Phil and we can head over once the meeting is done,” Techno said softly.

Tommy nearly cried in relief. He would get to see Phil again and sleep in a proper bed in a comfy house. He hugged Techno tightly, not caring if it ruined his alpha male reputation.

“Thanks, Techno,” he shakily said.

Tommy looked towards Tubbo.

“Do you want to come along, Big T?” he asked with a small smile.

Tubbo hesitated. He wanted to go with Tommy, he really did, but he just felt...safer with the Captain. Jordan must have sensed his conflict because he immediately changed the conversation.

“So,” he drawled and garnered everyone’s attention, “will you sign or subject Schlatt to some more mind games for the rest of his life?” he asked. It wasn’t a threat, but they knew a promise when they saw one.

“How do we know that you’ll continue to pester Schlatt and not just leave him be?” Quakity asked.

“Please, no, just sign the treaty! He’s legit, he’ll keep going!” Schlatt begged.

He was right, Jordan would have to keep this up if the deal wasn’t finished.

“He’s right. The deal wasn’t just a simple handshake. Our souls are temporarily connected until the deal is completed. Until then, I have power over him,” he revealed.

Quakity’s mouth formed an ‘O’ and immediately signed the treaty. Schlatt nearly sobbed in relief. He knew there was a reason Quakity was in his cabinet.

He passed the treaty to his left and it soon traveled all around the table until it got to Wilbur. He glared at the treaty, then at Schlatt.

“If this is a joke, I’ll kill you myself,” he warned.

Schlatt gave a shaky smile.

“Believe me, I’m really not joking about this.”

Wilbur stared at him a bit longer before signing and passing the paper on. It finally reached Schlatt.

He was about to sign when a pen was in front of his face. He looked at the Captain in confusion.

“This pen will help end the deal. It’s all magicy and stuff, pretty swick,” he explained with a less menacing smile.

Schlatt instantly took the pen and signed his name. The ink glowed red and blue before fading. Schlatt slumped in his seat, unconscious. Some panicked and went to check on him but Jordan stopped them.

“He’s fine, just overtired. He’ll wake up in a day or two with a completely restored mindset,” he soothed.

They nodded but still picked him up and took him to a room with a bed so he could at least rest comfortably.

Jordan clapped his hands together and smile happily.

“Welp, I think that settles everything for today! Unless you have any questions, you guys are good to leave,” he cheerily said.

Some immediately left while others took their time leaving. Niki hugged Tubbo and Tommy before leaving while Techno left to wait outside for Tommy. Wilbur, Tubbo, Tommy, and Jordan were the only ones left in the room.

It seemed like nobody would talk first, so Jordan took a seat next to Tubbo.

“You can go with Tommy, if you want Tubbo. I won’t be offended,” he softly offered.

Tubbo glanced unsurely between Tommy and Jordan.

“Could I...speak with Tommy in private? Please?” he asked.

Jordan nodded and motioned for Wilbur to follow him outside. The brunet hesitated, but with a stern glance he was leaving the room.

Tommy and Tubbo sat in tense silence before they spoke.

“Tommy-“

“Tubbo-“

The tension broke as they laughed with each other. Tommy began before Tubbo could say anything.

“Do you not want to come with me and Phil?” he hesitantly asked. There was an undertone of hurt but Tommy was trying to understand. This was Tubbo, and he trusted Tubbo.

Said best friend looked away as he fidgeted with his fingers and sighed. Tommy felt his chest tighten.

“Come on, just say what you want. I’m a man!” he joked, but it fell a little flat.

Tubbo looked at him.

“It’s nothing against you, Tommy, or-or even Techno or Phil, but, I just....I dunno, I feel....safer? I guess? With the Captain cuz he’s just great and he listens really well and you know how I get sometimes but-“

“Big T you don’t have to defend him,” Tommy cuts him off. It’s not often that Tommy is serious, but he was now.

“I want you to be happy, Tubbo. If you feel safer with the Captain than with us, I guess that’s ok. Just don’t forget about me, yeah? I’ll fucking kill ya, bitch,” he admitted.

Tubbo felt incredibly guilty for leaving his best friend, but he wasn’t staying with the Captain for weeks! Maybe just a few days. He said none of those though and settled for a hug. He buried his face into his friend’s neck and felt Tommy clutch at his shirt.

“Thank you, Tommy, for understanding,” he quietly said.

“No problem, Big T.”

They stayed like that until there was knocking at the door. Jordan popped in with an apologetic look.

“Just wanted to check in. Techno is getting antsy and Wilbur looks ready to demonetize something,” he said to the teens.

Tommy and Tubbo got up from their seats and headed to the door when Jordan stopped them. They looked at the man questioningly but he held no malice on his face. Instead, he was looking at them with some form of understanding.

“Tubbo, whenever you want to visit Tommy, just tell me and I’ll make a portal to Phil’s place. I know you’ll miss him,” he said softly.

Tubbo’s eyes widened and he looked towards Tommy with the biggest smile that the blond couldn’t help but smile back. Tubbo tackled Jordan in a hug.

“Thank you, Captain! Thank you so much!” he exclaimed.

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck and stood a bit awkwardly, “Yeah, thanks.”

Jordan smiled. “Of course.”

There was shouting from outside.

“I think Phil is finally here,” Jordan said.

They peeked outside the room and saw Phil hitting Wilbur with his sandal and the desperate attempts to deflect by Wilbur. Techno was cackling while taking screenshots.

Jordan turned to Tommy.

“I think they’re ready to take you home. Take care, kid,” he said as he nudged Tommy towards the group.

Tommy looked towards Tubbo and they shook hands.

“See you in a few, Big T.”

“As always, Tommy.”

They watched as he ran towards Techno and began to take screenshots as well with a growing smile on his face. His signature loud laugh seemed to brighten the area. Tubbo watched fondly for a bit before Jordan’s hand was on his shoulder. He looked up at Jordan who stared at him with a soft smile.

“Let’s go home, Tubbo. M’lady is eager to meet you,” he said.

Tubbo immediately lit up.

“Does she like bees?! Could you teach me how to do cool magic stuff too?!” he excitedly asked.

Jordan laughed as he made a portal and stepped through with Tubbo.

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There are many rumors surrounding the legendary Captain, but there are a few things for certain.

Even the most kind-hearted people can be cruel, and they can enjoy their own cruelty.

#mianite #jordan maron #captainsparklez #mianitian isles #dream smp #jschlatt #bamf jordan #i made him go a little feral i just love mind games he kinda drives Schlatt to insanity

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yodawgiherd · 4 years ago

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You Were Never Truly Gone ch.9

>>>Read on AO3<<<

This chapter was... difficult to write after the full ending, and I will put deeper reasoning in the end note. Anyway, I hope that you will like it, it's basically plot only ^^

“I’m not going to marry the Shogun because I will be one.”

Those words were supposed to mean something, but they just hopped around inside Kiyomi’s mind before flying out, leaving nothing behind. They just didn’t make sense, put together like this.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I will be Shogun.”

“No, you will marry the Shogun you…”

“No, I will be the Shogun.”

There was no spark in Mikasa’s eyes as she spoke, no hidden smile, but it was so absurd that Kiyomi burst out laughing anyway.

“That has to be the worst joke I have ever heard, lady Mikasa. Now…”, she tried standing up, the chair scraping the floor, “let us go before…”

“Sit.”, this time it was from Eren, and she found herself seated before Kiyomi even realized why, “Mikasa is not finished.”

“She is, obviously, she is simply making fun of me.”

Slowly and surely, the raven shook her head.

“I am not.”

“You are joking, you have to be,”, Kiyomi rambled, “all you ever wanted was a quiet and peaceful life, right? I can… I can give it to you, I can give you that solitude you want…”

She half-raised her hand, almost reaching over the table.

“You never asked to be special, you never wanted that burden on your shoulders. I understand and I will help – all you must do is follow the plan and you can have everything you ever asked for. Please, stop this nonsense.”

Mikasa’s eyes didn’t budge, meeting Kiyomi’s pleading ones without flinching. Her hand holding onto Eren’s tightened a bit, but other than that she remained still, as her lips formed the word the old woman feared.

“No.”

“B-But…”

“Listen, I know that you mean well for me, that all you want is for your country to be stable in this ruined world. You are right in almost everything you said, but realize that as the world changed during the war, so did I.”

Mikasa’s voice was not very loud but it carried a commanding tone, one filled with the inner strength Kiyomi admired.

“Do I want a quiet and peaceful life with those I love? Yes. But that is no longer an option.”

“It is if you…”

“Let me finish.”, again, even when interrupting her Mikasa didn’t raise her voice, “Please.”

Seeing that the old woman backed down, the raven continued.

“I have lived my whole childhood behind walls, believing that we are the only human society left. Then, as a teenager, I fought the titans who I believed to be the true enemy of humanity. As an adult, I was told that it was all wrong.”

Behind her, Eren shifted a bit but didn’t say anything, leaving Mikasa in charge.

“You can’t blame me that all I wanted was a safe and stable home, a place at peace. But the world is hellbent on preventing me from having it, in a different way than before but still a valid one. Even if I and Eren hid, even if we ran from it all, the best possible scenario is a delay in the destruction – with the course Paradis is on, it will end up destroyed. I don’t care if it’s a hundred years from now, I don’t care if it's two hundred, I don’t care if it’s a thousand years. In my life, in our life, I want to make it a place that is open and peaceful with the world, not an island marked for destruction. Because if we can’t make it safe for our children and grandchildren, then what did we fight for in the first place?”

Her fingers squeezed Eren’s between them.

“You are right that I would still prefer to have a quiet life somewhere, but I am prepared to sacrifice that solitude in order to have that dream. After all, I realized that home is not a place for me anymore.”, she tilted her head a bit to the side, a tiny smile mirroring that one on Eren’s lips, “It is something I can take with me, anywhere in the world.”

For whatever reason, Kiyomi had a feeling that Mikasa wasn’t talking about the goat.

“Look, that is a nice speech and all, but why would they ever accept you as a Shogun? It makes no sense.”

“Hizuru fell to ruin while it relied on itself – granted, it was mostly caused by the rumbling but your council did little to unite the country. I will bring an outsider perspective, a new and open book that represents Hizuru in its post-war world. Still, without anyone supporting me I would say that you are correct and I have no chance, but I will have a very strong ally on my side.”, once again, the grey gaze speared the old woman in place, “You.”

“No, you are crazy.”, Kiyomi was shaking her head, “I will not support you in this insanity.”

“You don’t really have a choice.”

“I... I don’t have a choice? Me?”, fed up with this, Kiyomi’s fist slammed the table, “You don’t realize that we are in my country now, and I control what happens with you. The Faceless outside? They are sworn to the Shogun but you are not one yet – if I order them to take you they will do so without a second of hesitation.”

She leaned over the table, fuming.

“I can have you locked up in a second, both of you. Sure, your will might be strong but I can take my sweet time breaking you and…”

“You could when I came here,”, Mikasa interrupted her, “But not anymore.”

“… What are you talking about?”

“The parade. All the people who saw me, both here and the harbor, happy and alive and going of my own free will. What do you think they will do if the hero you brought from beyond the sea, the Shogun’s descendant and the last link to his bloodline, will disappear?”

So this was why Mikasa wanted one… this was why she, being usually a very reserved person, insisted on being paraded through the city. This was why….

“You never told the public about your plans, did you?”, the raven went on, “The ruling council knows, but not the ordinary folk – you were preparing this bid for new Shogun and his foreign wife in secret. So, simply exchange it for my scenario – young and motivated ruler, coming from a horrible was she was a hero of. Scarred by her past but ready to be the one we need in these trying times.”

Mikasa was right too, Kiyomi realized to her horror, the situation in Hizuru was on the knife’s edge already, and if the one bargaining chip she brought suddenly went missing that would be enough to boil it over the point of no return. The peasants would storm the very gates of the palace, just to save the blood of the revered Shogun.

“They won’t accept it…”, Kiyomi muttered in her slump, “They will never let you be their ruler.”

“Maybe, but do you realize all the power you could keep? I don’t understand ruling, I am a simple soldier, I would need the council’s help. I would need your help too, Kiyomi.”

Mikasa saw it, saw the tiny flash of greed in the old woman’s eyes, and that’s when she knew that she got her hooked.

“My help?”

“But of course, all the pains and responsibilities… I would very much appreciate it if you were there to help me carry them.”

Power, so much power that could be squeezed out of this situation. A young, inexperienced woman thrust into a role she didn’t understand. She, an old and skilled schemer. Together, they could be unstoppable.

Was it such a risk to Kiyomi herself? If the council went fully against Mikasa she would bow out to save her face – sure, she would lose some credibility and reputation, but it wouldn’t be too bad. If she went carefully about this, she could express her support of Mikasa’s claim without sticking her neck out for her.

So, then…

“I am willing to give it a try.”, she let out slowly, weighing every single word, “However, if everyone turns on you I will not go down with your plan. You have to understand that the chance of the council going with your proposal is minuscule at best, and if they decide that you will marry instead then I won’t be able to stop them.”

A tiny light of hope flashed in Mikasa’s chest.

“That’s all I ask for,”, the replied curtly, “I believe that I can convince them.”

“Remains to be seen.”, standing up for like the third time today, Kiyomi stretched her back with a pop, “Shall we go then?”

“One more thing.”, jerking her thumb towards Eren, Mikasa gave her an apologetic smile, “Do you have a spare Faceless uniform around?”

“……..”

“Well?”

“You want to bring him to the meeting?”

“The Faceless never remove their masks, you said it yourself.”

“Sure, but…”

“I know that you dislike Eren, but he and I are a package deal, I thought that I made that clear.”

“How do you think that the rest of the Faceless guard will react if you just jam your lover between them?”

“I figured that they won’t question it if the order comes from someone as high ranked as you.”, Mikasa had the audacity to blink at her, “Was I wrong?”

Where did this woman come from? Last Kiyomi remembered Mikasa Ackerman was a quiet and timid woman so shocked by her revelation that she couldn’t even speak correctly. This sudden change…

No, it wasn’t sudden at all. Kiyomi remembered this Mikasa too, she showed during the battles and fights, when the goal wasn’t to speak but to fly around and knock skulls together. This goddess in a human form found a way to project her sureness from the battlefield to her everyday life and looking at the man behind her Kiyomi could guess why.

It took her years and an apocalypse nipping at her heels, but Mikasa was a way more adult version of herself now. In a way it made Kiyomi happy because seeing her reach the full potential was amazing, on the other hand it complicated her own schemes. This Mikasa wouldn’t let herself be led around.

“No, I think that I can arrange it.”, pushing herself away from the table, Kiyomi made her way out of the room but not before shooting a last look at the pair.

Impressive.

It was also smart because no one would question a Faceless accompanying the future shogun’s wife -if anything they would congratulate her on integrating into their society so quickly.

The Faceless guard was trained in a lot of ways – fighting, protecting, dying for their master, and most of all not questioning orders. Normally they only took those from a Shogun, but because there was none Kiyomi, as a member of the ruling council, effectively commanded them. Finding a uniform for Eren “Aaron” wasn’t difficult, and soon Kiyomi was waiting outside of the room while Mikasa helped him change.

“There,”, she pulled the last strap tight, “That should be good.”

“Hmm, I hope that it will be enough.”, Eren’s fingers brushed over the mask, “Me getting recognized…”

“… is not going to happen.”, Mikasa finished for him, “Now stop worrying and give me a good luck kiss so we can go, I’m sure that Kiyomi is tearing her hair out by now.”

It was supposed to be just a peck but she wasn’t satisfied with that. Her hands circled Eren’s shoulders while one found its way to the thick of his hair, pushing his face down to meet her height. And then it was teeth, tongue, and everything until she pulled back, a blush dusting her cheeks now.

“There, now I think that I’m ready.”

Grinning, Eren fastened the mask in place, making sure that all his features were hidden from view.

“Shall we?”

Kiyomi’s scowl grew from anxious to disgusted when she saw Mikasa’s red face, very quickly connecting the dots and realizing what took them so long. For once she didn’t comment on it, only motioning for them to follow and taking the lead.

The chambers they were looking for were in the palace, but with the sheer magnitude of the building it was quite a journey. One that got interrupted, by a man that walked up to them with wide eyes and a surprised expression all over his youthful face.

“Mikasa? Lady Ackerman? Is that you?”

“Do I know you?”

“Not yet, but I hope that we will get to know each other soon.”, a cocksure laugh, “Lady Azumabito, would you do the honors?”

There was a badly concealed pained expression on Kiyomi’s face as she gestured towards the man.

“This is Daigo Sawamura, heir to the Sawamura clan and one of the most influential men in Hizuru.”, a short nod towards Mikasa, “Your future husband.”

He was…. young, about Mikasa’s age, with a pleasant face and trained manners. Someone who was born to wealth and raised in it, would probably die in it too. This man never had to fight for his life, never had to starve or scavenge on the streets for the smallest scraps of food. He might be nice, as Kiyomi claimed back on the ship, but almost instantly from meeting him Mikasa could say that life with him would be unbearable to her. Their worlds were miles and miles apart, and she had a feeling that no amount of time spent together would bridge that gap.

Now then, there was no need to be rude.

“O-Oh.”, Mikasa’s eyes ticked from left to right, “I.. Uhm.. nice to meet you?”

Behind her, Eren let out a long breath from behind the Faceless mask. Jealousy was not a new emotion for him, and having it from someone who was introduced as the “future husband” of his lover was understandable. Then again, he couldn’t act on it, since he was… well…

Dead. Or at least supposed to be.

Unphased by her embarrassment and ignorant of Eren’s internal struggle, Daigo took a step forward.

“I’ll admit, I was doubtful when lady Azumabito described your beauty to me, especially considering that you were a soldier your whole life, but now I see how wrong and stupid I was. She didn’t overplay your beauty, she didn’t give it justice instead”, with a practiced and elegant movement, he kissed Mikasa’s hand before straightening with a tight and easy smile on his lips, “Consider me smitten by your uttermost perfection.”

In a way Kiyomi enjoyed the way Eren’s hand tightened, shaking dangerously close to where his sword was. But having Daigo cut down by a “Faceless” would do nothing but throw whatever plans she or Mikasa had out of the window. So, Kiyomi did the smart thing and stepped in.

“I am very sorry, but we are expected by the council.”

“Of course, don’t let me keep you.”, he winked at them, “I was told to meet you there, but I simply couldn’t wait to see you for myself. I heard so much about you, lady Mikasa, all about the barbaric society that you were raised in, all about the heroic deeds you’ve done in the war - I must say that I admire you, you are a hero.”

“T-Thank you.”

“And seeing you now, I do hope that you won’t be offended when I say that our children will be perfect, beautiful, and will indeed save Hizuru. Me and you, our dynasty will lead this country to a glorious future, and it will start by our marriage that I’m already looking forward to.”, he leaned even closer, whispering but they all heard the words anyway, ”Especially the wedding night, my dear fiancé.”

God damn it Daigo.

“That is very kind, but we have to go now.”, pushing herself physically between the smitten noble and Mikasa who was one bad touch from showing him what personal space meant, Kiyomi forcefully separated them, “Excuse us.”

Pulling the girl behind herself and hearing the footsteps of Eren, who luckily didn’t stay behind to gut Daigo, Kiyomi retreated to a safe distance before letting go of Mikasa’s hand. She turned to the girl, fists on her hips.

“How close were you to punching him?”, she asked.

“Very.”

A chuckle from Eren, followed by a muffled “Nice.”

No matter how old he got, Eren Yeager would apparently remain a suicidal blockhead. Attacking a noble in the palace was nothing but trouble.

“I can assure you that decking him would have done a disservice to whatever you are planning.”, Kiyomi deadpanned.

“Then I’m glad you were there with me.”, Mikasa latched on, “See? You are already guiding me, it will only get better once you can instruct me when I’m Shogun.”

Stroking her ego, huh? Well played.

“We should get going, the council is not known for its patience.”

Crossing one corridor and the next, Kiyomi slowly but surely led them towards the ruling chambers. Each and everyone was holding their breath – Kiyomi in her nervousness, Mikasa while she was reciting what to say in her mind, and Eren because his eyes kept going left and right and searching for a possible escape route if the plan went haywire.

With last few steps they were at their destination, a large door guarded by two men in ceremonial armor. Upon seeing Kiyomi they both saluted and were ready to open the entrance on her command.

“You ready?”, the old woman asked Mikasa, getting a shaky nod in return.

Eren wanted to hug her back then, stroke her hair and tell her that everything will be fine, but such an act would break whatever illusion he was hiding behind. Steeling himself against the mushy feelings in his chest, he remained still with back straight, the perfect image of a well-trained guardsman.

After a few more deep breaths Mikasa’s next nod became firm again, and Kiyomi deemed her ready to face the council. With a mumbled order to the men, the door creaked open and the trio stepped in, ready to lay their cards on the table.

#eremika #snk #fanfic

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sapphicmsmarvel · 5 years ago

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Woman Like Me

hahahaha i love little mix and the avengers so any time I can mix the two im gonna do it.

(you should go listen to them, especially their newest album LM5)

song: woman like me by little mix

Carol: I can tell you're shy and I think it's so sweet. The thing about Carol that got you, was the fact that she was shy around you. With everyone else you noticed how she is always boisterous with the others, then with you she's quiet and doesn't talk much and she gets red.

At first you thought she didn't like you, but she'd always bring you gifts, your favorite flowers and candy. Or a couple times, she'll bring you a cupcake from your favorite bakery.

When you brought this up with Thor, Thor rolled his eyes and smiled, "Lady Y/N, she has feelings for you. That's why she's shy and keeps bringing you gifts."

You blushed at the idea, this goddess, this intelligent stunning woman had feelings for you? "No she doesn't." You shook your head, your cheeks flaming.

Thor nodded his head, "yes she does, she specifically asks me what you like so she can surprise you with it."

"Nope, nope, nope." You shook your head and Carol came in.

She laughed, "why does Y/N keep saying 'nope'?"

Thor looked at you, "I'll let her explain." He said and left the room, you scoffed and shook your head, that little shit.

Carol raised her eyebrow at you and you groaned. This was gonna be embarrassing.

"What is it? I promise I won't laugh." She said smiling, something in you blossomed, seeing Carol not get timid on you.

You stood up, "well, Thor thinks you have a crush on me," you didn't miss how her eyes widened and cheeks blushed immediately, "and I was saying nope because well...you're you. There's no way I'd have a shot." You shrugged sheepishly.

She walked forward, "well, that's what I thought when I first got to know you, about me not having a shot."

Your eyes widened as she stopped in front of you, you were at her chin. "Well, you're the only person shooting." You smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure that's not true." And smiled, you were weak in the knees, you'd do anything to keep her smiling like that.

You laughed, either full of nerves or on some euphoric high of all the feelings you have for this girl. "Nah it's true, my vagina is probably full of cobwebs from not being used." Your eyes widened at what just flew out of your mouth.

Oh my god did I actually just say that? I said that, fucking shit she's gonna think I'm weird.

She let out a full laugh that you wanted to hear more, "I guess we're gonna have to change that."

You hummed, ignoring the blush that probably reached your toes. "Sounds pretty bold for a girl who hasn't kissed me yet."

She rolled her eyes, smiling, "May I kiss you?" "You certainly may."

Wanda: I always say what I'm feeling, I was born without a zip on my mouth.

You were arrogant, flirty, outgoing and didn't have a filter. Whereas Wanda was the exact opposite.

There was a meeting with government officials, everyone wore their best dress, you on the other hand; wore your signature all black, black jeans, with your dog tags and leather jacket. (Of course to Wanda, you always looked killer). There was certain politician/government leader that was in the room that you were famous for hating. Not a week went by without you mentioning him being a coward.

Everyone was on edge because it had to go well, it had to, but you could only keep your mouth shut for so long.

Wanda counted the minutes before you exploded; it was ten.

He mentioned something about the LGBTQ+ community, even went so far as to say a slur.

"Excuse me?" Your voice rang out. Deadly as the sharpest knives. Everyone froze, there was not a single soul in the room who was breathing, besides the prick. "You heard me," he said, in that man voice, the 'i do whatever i want, how dare you challenge me' voice.

Wanda could tell you were gonna knock him so hard his spray tan will evaporate off. "LGBTQ+ people are not awful people. And do not deserve to be electrocuted, if you think we're gonna accept that, you need to be impeached on the grounds of oncoming dementia." You snapped. "You got anything to say?" He shouted at Cap in fury. "We all agree with Y/N. I think she's handling our points pretty well actually." At that, Tony took his hand and Steve was smart enough not to look surprised.

You knew, they all knew for that matter, they weren't dating but it was quite the middle finger to give to the politician.

"This meetings over, we'll continue when you stop being a homophobic asshole."

She tried not to shiver at your tone, you've never, and will never, speak to her like that. But hearing that tone, the 'I'm above you' tone made her flustered.

You walked around to Wanda's shoulders and gently squeezed them reassuringly. Wanda hated being in the spotlight but she also wanted the asshole to know that he was in a room with LGBTQ+ members.

He looked at Wanda (which made you want to punch him in throat) and scoffed, he walked out without another word.

Maria: And baby just be mine for the weekend, We can get a takeaway and sit on the couch.

Keeping Maria to yourself for a weekend was difficult, she was always needed but you were selfish at times. This was one of those times.

You specifically told Fury that you claim her certain weekends, he admired the fact that you didn't even ask, you told him. Because of that (and he knew you made Hill happy) he allowed it. Unless you know, the end of the world was happening.

You guys always got take out, either chinese, italian or just plain pizza. You always tried to cook but most of the time she'd insist cooking. She got a thrill over seeing you happy over a dish she made.

The weekend is spent in pajamas, barely if any makeup, movies and tv. It's the few times Maria can completely let her guard down. She puts her weapons away in the gun safe that's in your shared closet, pets your guys' cat and cuddles with you on the sofa.

Your saturdays with her consist of a horror movie marathon, either super cheesy or regularly cheesy. Even some non cheesy ones. She loves your commentary on them and you love seeing her laugh at the stupid characters.

Sundays are the days where you guys wake up at 7 to watch the sunrise on your balcony with cups of coffee, blankets and the early morning dew or fog. It's a peaceful time, you have a whole playlist for it. Then you two would head in and have a big sunday breakfast which you would invite Fury too if he felt like it (which was often because he couldn't refuse your homemade waffles).

After Fury leaves you two spend the day in bed, soaking in the time you have. Most of the time you're doing naughty activities but after when the suns setting you just lay in each others arms with the tv playing some trashy show.

You two cherished these weekends and Fury would always remark how relaxed Maria looked after one of them.

Natasha: I like my coffee with two sugars in it, high heels and my jewelry drippin'.

You brought a lot of the "girly" back to Nat, because of her childhood being robbed completely she didn't have the same experimentation as other girls who were brought up. As in no dying hair, colorful clothes and playing with makeup (when it wasn't for a mission)

You introduced her to the "self care" days, where you broke out the face masks, bath salts and you two went radio silent (with a warning to the Avengers of course). You two spent the day watching disney movies and taking care of yourselves.

You took her shopping and she ended up liking a lot of luxury brands like Gucci, Chanel and many others. She bought you a Rolex which freaked you out because wow, expensive and you don't wanna break it.

She spoils you endlessly, buying you books when you have a hard day or even brand new fuzzy socks. You spoil her back of course (she's also a sucker for fuzzy socks).

You've created a monster, she is a bad and boujie girl and makes sure people know it.

Shuri: Insecure but I'm workin with it, many things I could get rid of. Ain't about to give it up.

Of course, you were confident in yourself and who you were. But when it came to being smart, that was when you faltered in your self confidence. Your girlfriend was the princess of Wakanda and designed nearly all the technology in the country.

You always pointed it out but Shuri always rolled her eyes, "your smart in your owns way, sweetheart."

"Oh what ways?" You asked, laughing, "I can't do this formula and building stuff."

"You know how to be safe."

"Oh, common sense." She threw a paper ball at you because of your response.

"No, you know war strategy, you know how to train someone who's never been trained in their life. You know weaponry and how to prevent war disasters." She came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "We would be lost without you." She kissed your cheek and swayed with you for a minute.

You knew that wasn't true, because they had generals for all the stuff you do. But T'challa and Shuri have said that you're the favorite because you're compassionate yet stern with people. Talking with Shuri made you feel better as it usually did.

Eventually your insecurities faded, of course they were still there but not as prominent. You worked hard to learn some new things relating to building things. For example, knowing how to fix some stuff if Shuri was busy or out of the country.

But you would never give up your insecurities, because they made you who you were.

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catradorabigbang · 5 years ago

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Look Forward to These Fics TODAY!

Through out the day, we will be posting links to these fics as they are posted along with the artwork which the artists made for them! THE COLLECTION CAN BE VIEWED HERE.

1) As the Lights Go Out by staravenger7285

Rating; T

Tags; Hurt/Comfort and Lovers to Enemies to Friends

As her friends fight off the hordes of Grimm that have infested Bright Moon Academy, Adora relives She-Ra's past as she battles Catra in a final confrontation to stop her from uniting the four Relics given to her from the Goddess of Light. Will she prevail against her oldest enemy, or is it too late to stop her plan from unfolding?

2) Bouquet by fuhadeza

Rating: T

Tags: Canonverse, Weddings, Romantic Tension, Angst with a Happy Ending

"They say there is a woman in the woods who lives out of order. Ask her where this story begins and she will say, with the bouquet and the wedding, or perhaps that is where it ends, or the wedding is one stepping stone, the bouquet another, and the beginning and the end do not matter.The rest of us live in order. The story begins with a girl and a broken sword."

3) The aftershock (of your touch) by bow_woahh

Rating: T

Tags: Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, Soulmates, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

When one finds their soulmate, they don’t immediately know that is the case. Some believe it is a way for the universe, for the great First Ones to test our ability to listen to its calling, to let us steer the wheel to our own fates. Others believe it is an act of cruelty—to try our patience, to punish us for being unable to love without any inhibitions. No matter what one believes, it doesn’t rid us of the fact that finding one's other half does not allow for instant gratification. Catra, jaded by her past, moves to Bright Moon to start a new life, and finds herself growing increasingly closer to her neighbor, Adora. Initially, she's apprehensive. But no matter what she does, something draws her to the girl, and a revelation causes it to make a lot of sense—and none at all.

4) In The Woods Somewhere by AkariHope

Rating: T

Tags: alternate universe - fantasy, witches

“A witch! She lives in the woods, in the clearing by the pond!" Or so the rumor went. But Adora knew there was no such thing as magic, and certainly no such thing as witches. At least she assumed.

5) 24 Things About You by beccarawrski

Rating: T

Tags: Fluff, Fake Dating and Mutual Pining

Adora’s loved Catra longer than she can remember. This year, she’s going to do it: on Catra’s 24th birthday, Adora will tell Catra how she feels. But when her plans fall apart and Catra instead asks Adora to be her fake date to a company party, things get interesting. Will Adora find a way to adapt and find a way to tell Catra how she really feels? Or will she be a useless pining disaster for all eternity?

6) Ever since by maggiesbombshell

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe, Modern AU, Fluff, Angst

In an attempt to keep things the same between them after their friendship threatens to become something more, Adora distances herself from Catra but finds that it makes things worse. At least until they’re assigned as each other’s penpals. or where Adora realizes that change doesn’t ruin good things, but avoiding change can.

7) Exchanges by ScientistWD

Rating: Gen

Tags: Modern AU, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Adora and Catra. Christening their new apartment, our heroines settle in to their wonderful, domestic life together. Long days to sleepless nights, stressful jobs to rowdy games, arguments to compliments; all these exchanges can make life dizzying, but they have each other to bear through with it. Catra and Adora. How will they settle down? How will they be free?

8) Up in our bedroom after the war by HeroTheHardWay

Rating: T

Tags: post-canon, Angst, hurt/comfort

It's been five weeks since Catra woke up alone, the bed gone cold beside her. It's been five weeks since she started this quest to find Adora and bring her home, and there's only one place she hasn't looked: Beast Island. When you've been the golden girl your entire life, trained and fought and bled for a war that is now over, what is left of you after?

9) Come home to my heart by softsapphiq

Rating: T

Tags: canon divergence, hurt/comfort, adora grows up in bright moon, catra grows up alone in the horde

“Enough games, Catra,” Adora said, her voice commanding. “This ends now.” From her periphery, Catra studied her surroundings; her back was to a solid wall of rock, and she and Adora stood feet away from the edge of a cliff. “What are you talking about?” Catra demanded. “I don’t know you!” Adora shoved Catra against the rocks. “I said,” she growled, “stop. playing. games!” “And I said,” Catra snarled back, pushing as hard as she could, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

10) Even in Another Time by archiveofourscone

Rating: Gen

Tags: Alternate Universe, Hurt/Comfort, Follows Season One, Catra was never taken

"As you know," Glimmer says to move the conversation away from introductions and Adora's embarrassment, "We're here to talk to Princess Catra about joining our new Princess Alliance." Queen C'yra laughs, "If you can find my daughter, you can discuss whatever you like with her."

11) In landslides and masquerades by Nuttyshake Rating: T Tags: Alternate Universe, director!adora, actress!catra After signing with Bright Moon Productions, Adora is holding auditions for her very first movie, secretly inspired by her past relationship and break-up with her childhood best friend. However, her big break risks being cancelled when she can't find anyone good enough to play one of her leads - that is, until said ex walks into the audition room.

12) Praise The Lord From Hell's Depths by Revelation_Dis Rating: M Tags: Alternate Universe, university, religion, Adora is a Christian, Catra is a Satanist Adora always considered herself a good Christian. She went to church all the time, obeyed her superiors, and denied her own feelings. What happens when she meets Catra, lead singer of a Satanic band, and discovers that she has feelings for her?

13) Are your lights still on? by itsgahbage Rating: T Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Comedy, Light Angst Staring up at the worn sign, with “The Renaissance Faire of Etheria” written across it in faded Ye Olde Font, Catra wonders if it’s not too late to turn around and head back into Scorpia’s car.

#catradora #catradora big bang #spop #catra x adora #adora x catra #adora #catra #spop adora #spop catra

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 4 years ago

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Be warned while this isn’t anything serious or....something strangely soft. This is something I don’t really write about. While I wonder about the canon of this story. It was another short one I wrote. Basically featuring Elizabeth and a character named Archie. Be warned of spoilers possibly for the series like the last few posts.

It’s been 5 hours.....5 hours since what happened. They were in Tenenbaum’s safehouse. Elizabeth had locked herself in and she was in there for nearly 4 hours. Tenenbaum said it was maybe best to leave her alone. She tried comforting her and she tried, others did as well. But she still put herself in the room.

He waited for her, Archie didn’t wanna disturb her. Including he tried to comfort her as well. But he wondered if it was only the revelation that was hurting her. It may of been other things. Because as of now. This was almost like she was putting herself back into her tower on purpose. Not wanting to escape and live. He wanted to help the best he can.

As he approached the door, two Little Sisters were at the door. With one trying to look through the door hole.

“Hello mister” The one peeping through the hole turned her head as her friend tapped her shoulder. “We just wanted to check on the lady if she was okay”. He explained to her.

“That’s absolutely fine. There’s nothing wrong with that.....how is she doing?” he asked the Little Sister considering she was looking through the door hole.

“She’s just laying in bed. Not moving. What is she sad about? Maybe we can make her feel better” the Little Sister told him. She wanted to help more.

“She’s sad about....something about her dad. Something she thought wasn’t possible. I think it’s best if I don’t tell you” Archie told the young sister.

“Okay mister” the Little Sister sadly accepted that. After what Archie heard. He didn’t wanna tell of what happened to these girls. What Elizabeth experienced. He didn’t want these girls to doubt they might ever be loved by a parent after this event. He thought it was the best to not tell them until they’re older. They’ve been through enough.

“I’m gonna try to speak to her. Maybe you can see if Mama Tenenbaum needs help” he told the girls.

“Bye mister” they both told him as he walked away. Then the one who was mainly speaking said something. “I hope she feels better if you speak to her” she said before leaving. It was kind of weird calling Brigid, “Mama Tenenbaum”. He kept calling her Tenenbaum, Dr. Tenenbaum, or Brigid. She didn’t mind anyway. Mainly because he wanted to show her respect. But these girls even after what happened to them, called her mama still. She tried helping them as much as she can after what she need.

Archie didn’t trust Tenenbaum at first after hearing she was the one who did that to those girls. But seeing her try her hardest to be a better person after all that. She was believing her. Including showing to Archie, maybe Rapture didn’t change everyone for the worse. It was just nice to see that after seeing a city that torn itself apart, that someone still valued these girls as kids.

After all that he decided to speak.

“Elizabeth....it’s me Archie.....I just wanted to check on you. If you want to talk then I’m here. But I want to see you in person......I know today has been one of the hardest days in your life...but I want you to know a lot of people are wanting to make sure you're okay. So if you want to. Is it okay if you can open the door please? I just wanna make sure you know I’m here” he said. After that he simply sat in front of the door. Just in case if she were to take her time. He didn’t wanna rush her. He was there for a minute. Until he heard a lock opened. He stood up and then slowly opened the door to see inside.

He saw the woman get back into a bed. She was laying there for a long time. He then heard some sniffing. Elizabeth had been in there for a long time. She knew she had comfort from people who seemed to care about her. But what she learned hurt her so much.

Throughout her whole life, Elizabeth was in a way an orphan herself. She was isolated and stuck in a tower for nearly her whole life.. She never had a parent. Hearing so many wonderful things about Archie’s father got her thinking.

Andrew Ryan never really cared for her. She was just an assist to possibly be used later. He only said she was his daughter because he got her at an early age. She thought she could change him. Thinking maybe he didn’t want her living in Rapture because of what it was becoming. As in a way to protect her. Until he revealed she never was his daughter.

It got worse after that soldier named Derek revealed to them it was this Dewitt man who was chasing them. She thought he didn’t know, that maybe if she could talk to him, things may change. That he would have a better outlook on life if he found out this woman he was chasing was her daughter. Derek said he found out recently by Andrew Ryan and Tenenbaum.

It hit her hard. Hearing the man who was actually your father. Know who you are exactly, but didn’t really care. That he gave you up on purpose, that he blamed you for causing the death of his girlfriend. Hearing your own father call you a mistake and that he blames you for how his life ended up. Despite he could of changed for the better, it was his choice. But he thought differently. That was worse than Andrew admitting he was never her father.

Archie just stood there staring at her for a minute. He then walked slowly to the side where she was laying. He saw her face, it looked as if she was mentally destroyed. There were tears there. Her eyes were red. Today was probably the worse day of her life. Because just imagine your own father thought you were a mistake. Including blame you for what happened to his girlfriend.

“Hey” she said to him as he got there. She slowly tried to get up from the bed. She then just sat there.

“Hey. Do you want to talk? Or do you wanna just stay here for a while? I’m sorry I’m just worried about you” Archie asked her.

“I’m good right now” Elizabeth told him.

Could you just imagine the impact of what this young woman has seen? This was a girl who had been isolated for so long. Just being observed because of what you could do. Now she was out, finally met someone real like Archie. But finding out your in the middle of a civil war in a city that is being torn apart. Being viewed as what some folks have called her, “The Goddess Of Rapture” despite it’s non religious views. Seeing people kill each other, children being used and targeted because of what’s inside them. Just imagine if she never left? If Archie wasn’t the one to get her out there?. Which is something both him and Elizbeth don’t wanna think about.

She never thought about Hell...but right now Rapture seemed like it was looking like it. Unforgiving, horrifying, and something no one should have to witness. The only things that were keeping her sane and hopeful were Archie himself and whoever helped them.

In a way she looked at Archie despite finding out how young he was. He was like a superhero to her. That knight in shining armor who just wanted to help people in stories she read. A protagonist who wanted to change things for the better. That there was hope above the surface.

But Archie was thinking some things as well. He was near her age. This young man didn’t knew Rapture existed. He thought what would happen if he escaped and told his superiors? How would his government and the world react to Elizabeth? They would probably never let her go to Paris. Almost everyone might see her as an assist for power. Calling her a freak. Never letting her live a normal life like she wanted. That’s something that lingered in his mind as he was with her. He wanted to tell the world of what happened here. Thinking Rapture was a mistake, that maybe almost everyone wasn’t a good person. What happened to those Little Sisters he met.

It wasn’t until he met others especially Elizabeth. There was this innocence. In a way he reminded was of himself. He had been through some things in childhood. This girl was in her tower for nearly her whole life. All she saw was the ocean, read countless books, and other things. He wanted her to have something better. That was maybe because of these strong feelings for her he developed. It could be a puppy dog crush or so.

But just imagine after what you witnessed in Rapture. Thinking it was all bleak. Until certain things happened. Meeting a person who just wanted to go to Paris....there was this purity, this hope that there was something kinder in Rapture. Something tender, and considering that he himself was tender. He wanted to make sure that tenderness wasn’t taken away. What made it so harder of how he wasn’t more experienced. He was trained though. But everything just hit him in the face of what he has seen. How it’s never going to leave his mind even when he leaves.

They were just there for two minutes. Then it hit her.

“Can we dance?” She asked him. He was surprised.

“....I guess so”. He then looked around the room. Seeing some sort of music player. He looked through it and tried to put on something. He was able to find something. Some sort of relaxing Jazz music. He didn’t wanna turn it up too loud. It was up at a nice volume where every didn’t hear it unless they wanted to get closer.

Elizabeth stood up and came forward to Archie. She grabbed his hands slowly. He then kind of blushed red a bit.

“It’s okay” She told him, finally smiling. Because she noticed that flustered face of his.

“Okay again I don’t really dance” He said trying to explain himself. There was only one other time she asked him to dance. She was more cheerful. He was nervous that time as well yet he did danced with her. The young man hardly danced. He thought he might be bad. Including he didn’t wanna embarrass himself in front of her.

“Hey that’s fine. Just I want you to be comfortable. It’s not gonna be like last time. It’s slower”. She told him. Elizabeth saw he was nervous. They slowly moved and held hands. They were just swaying. As they danced, he seemed finally calm. It was strangely cute to her seeing this man who she heard was the top of his class in training. When she saw him and how he was. It seemed like he had everything under control. But the moment she asks him to dance he just stops. He seemed like a nervous kid who never danced.

But it’s also possible he never danced with women much. Despite everything, he was so soft, he tried to comfort her as much as possible. Especially when he was forced to kill some men who tried taking her. Trying to explain to her the situation. He didn’t wanna ignore her feelings, he didn’t wanna excuse anything. The man just wanted to tell her, “Everything is gonna be okay”. Because he genuinely wanted to make sure she felt okay. He was patient with her. Yet she didn’t wanna waste his time. Including what surprised her was how soft he was with those Little Sisters. How he seemed so gentle with them.

They just danced for a while. It was about five minutes. Then Elizabeth slowly put herself against Archie’s chest. She put her arms behind his back. He was surprised by this but didn’t wanna push her away. After that he slowly put his hands on her back.

A minute passed after that. It was so peaceful. The music was still going. Everything was so calm. Then Elizabeth finally said something.

“This is probably the best thing that’s happened all day”. she said with a smile. Including having some tears down her face. But they were more like tears of joy. She had her head on his right shoulder.

“Yeah it probably is” Archie told her. They danced slowly and just closed their eyes. As if nothing else was happening. That it was all peaceful.

The door wasn’t closed all the way. Unknown to them, Tenenbaum just watched, smiling gently at what she was seeing. What she was witnessing was kind of beautiful. After everything that had happened. It’s like their was beauty in Rapture again. She was worried of her Archie was, but seeing him in action and who he was. After he saved a couple of her little ones and how he was treating the situation, especially with Elizabeth. It was just wonderful and warm to see. After that she left and left the two with what they were doing.

#bioshock rebirth

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strife-and-discord · 5 years ago

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Here Kitty, Kitty - Chapter Two: The Gang Finds Out

Read on Ao3 here | First Chapter | Next Chapter

Characters: Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Dedue Molinaro, Byleth Eisner, Mercedes Von Martritz, Sylvain Jose Gautier, Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Ashe Ubert/Duran

Summary: Dedue announces the news to the rest of the former Blue Lions.

A/N: Okay so this chap was a lil bit difficult to get out, I kept getting stuck, I didn't know how to end it, I don't feel like it has a nice flow but! I feel like it does at least have some funny parts so I hope you enjoy! I usually have a bit to say but this is all for now so enjoy I guess

“Your Highness, we are having an announcement in the war room. Would you like to attend?”

“Does it have anything to do with our plans to march on Enbarr?”

“No, Your Highness.”

“Then I have no interest. Leave me alone.”

Dedue sighs, “Yes… Your Highness.”

Dedue does this for every meeting of the Blue Lions. And for every meeting, the conversation goes pretty much exactly the same. That won’t stop Dedue from trying though and this particular news involves his Highness’s oldest and, once, closest friend. He has a right to at least be invited. Although he will find out about this particular change as soon as they gather for battle. Whether he will acknowledge it is an entirely different matter.

Dedue is in charge of making the announcement of Felix’s magical mishap. Lysithea, Annette, and Felix all agree that he is the best when it comes to delivering news and this particular news will just sound ridiculous coming from anyone else. However, despite his calm demeanour, he can’t deny that this whole situation is… weird. It’s weird. There’s no other way to think about it and Dedue is nervous to explain things to the rest of their former class. he sighs again. It seems to be becoming a habit for him these days. With his Highness’s dismissal heads back across the bridge and towards the war council room.

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“Greetings... everyone,” Dedue sweeps his gaze across the room. “I have asked you all here today to discuss a… particular incident… that took place yesterday.”

Hushed whispers spread through the group, speculations about what this could be about, and concern over Dedue’s uncharacteristic nervousness. Amongst the quiet chatter only Lysithea, Annette, and the Professor remain in silence. Felix is also silent but mostly because it’s obvious that the incident involved him due to the fact that he’s sitting there with his hood on. It’s subtle but Dedue thinks he can see his cat ears twitching.

Dedue clears his throat before continuing, “As some of you may be aware, Seteth granted us the keys to the restricted section of the library and Lysithea and Annette were searching this section for any old information or magic that may be of use to the war efforts.”

“However…” Dedue takes a deep breath, by the goddess this is painful. “An unknown spell was accidentally fired leading too some… changes that will exist indefinitely unless a reversal is found.”

Dedue doesn’t actually have a way to explain what happened in words so instead he just nods at Felix, who glares back at him. At least some things never change.

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Felix glares at Dedue desperately hoping that killing with a look is something he developed through his transformation. Unfortunately, Dedue doesn’t show any signs that his rage-filled stare is doing anything so Instead Felix is just going to have to go along with him. Ugh, he despises having everyone’s eyes on him like this, if it were up to him he wouldn’t be in the room for this at all.

Felix takes a deep breath, clenches his jaw to keep from saying anything too scathing, for once, and braces himself for the inevitable onslaught of foolishness as he finally takes off his hood, revealing his ears. Just as well, the hood was starting to get really uncomfortable, he might actually have to take Dedue up on his offer to sew some holes in. How annoying.

The room is the quietest Felix has ever heard it as his former classmates take in his new features. The weight of their stares is heavier than ever and Felix puts all of his self-control into schooling his emotions. Something that is a lot more difficult when he has when his new features and instincts seem keen to announce how he’s feeling to the entire freaking monastery. Sylvain, in particular, is staring slack-jawed, as though he’s seen a ghost, and Felix wants nothing more than to tell him to shut his damn mouth.

The silence seems to stretch on forever and Felix’s agitation increases with every second of it to the point that he knows his ears must be twitching by now. No one knows what to say until their professor, in the same monotone voice they use to explain they’re lessons, asks, “Will this have any significant impact on your combat ability?”

Felix looks down at the table, to drained at this point to even attempt making eye contact, “I don’t know for sure yet but I doubt it.”

Byleth simply nods at him then gets up from the table, “Then I see no reason why anyone needs to make a big deal out of this. If that’s all, I am going to return to my work now.” They walk to the door and they’re final words before leaving hit Felix in the face like a slap and leaves his cheeks just as red, “You look very cute Felix.” Distantly Felix thinks he hears Dedue choking.

“Well uhh… Meeting dismissed. Sorry for taking up your time.” With that Dedue leaves just as promptly as the professor did with Felix not far behind.

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Felix has made it as far as the dining hall and has taken a seat in the back corner, where he’ll be mostly hidden when his former classmates seem to think it’s a good idea to all join him. It’s a cacophony of foolishness as they all try- keyword being try- to be inconspicuous about sitting and Felix desperately prays to the Sothis that she’ll make the ground open up and swallow him.

Unfortunately, the Goddess lets him down and he makes a note to bring it up with the Professor later, seeing as they seem to be the go-to for religion these days. Finally, his classmates settle into their seats but they give him barely a moment of peace before launching into their interrogations.

“Does it feel weird?”

“How did this happen?”

“Did you grow any fur in other places?”

“Do you have a craving for fish or milk?”

“Is your hearing better now?”

Felix doesn’t answer but yes, yes his hearing was better and right now his new ears are being completely overloaded! He’s tempted to run away but there’s not really anywhere he can go to avoid this right now so he just sinks lower in his seat and hopes everyone takes his silence as a hint to leave him alone.

Just when Felix is seriously considering getting violent the voice of an angel suddenly pierces through the ruckus.

“Now now, everyone. Felix as been through a lot the last couple of days and I doubt all of you yelling at him is making him feel any better. Sit back down in your seats and give the poor man some space,” Mercedes gently scolds before taking a seat next to Felix himself.

The group quietens almost instantly while Mercedes gives him a smile and in his slightly shaken state, Felix feels as though he’s gazing on true divinity.

“Felix, would you like me to go and get you some lunch so you don’t have to talk to anyone?” Distracted, Felix only nods at her.

“Okay then, what would you like to eat?” He frowns at this. He knows exactly what he feels like he wants but if he says it out loud everyone will surely laugh.

Instead, he leans in and whispers what he wants into Mercedes’ ear. “Sure thing,” she smiles at him, “I’ll be right back so don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

Felix panics as he suddenly realises that Mercedes going to get him lunch means she won’t be here to keep the others under control and he gazes after her with a look of helplessness before slowly turning back to the others while keeping his eyes firmly on the table.

No one’s talking right now but the atmosphere at the table feels like it’s smothering Felix. He knows they probably want him to say something but the fact of the matter he doesn’t really know what to say that wouldn’t be too personal for him to tell them. Magical accident or no Felix would still like to keep a certain amount of privacy.

“You know, to be honest, I can barely see any difference.” Of course. Of course, Sylvain would be the one to break the silence with such an asinine comment.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Felix glares at him.

Sylvain seems to be unaware of the potential threat to his life and limb at the moment and keeps barreling forward. “Well, what I mean is that you’ve always reminded me of a cat. Now you’ve just got the ears and tail to match!”

Not wanting to make a scene in the dining hall but fully intending to kick Sylvain’s ass in the training hall later, Felix grits his teeth and tells him, “For the last time… I. Am. Not. A. Cat.”

The rest of the table subtly moves a little further away from Felix as if being pushed back by the aura of rage that was surrounding him but unfortunately such things have never worked on Sylvain, who just chuckles at the angry look on Felix’s face, “Aww, your ears twitch when you’re cranky now! That’s kind of adorable.”

Suddenly, several things are happening at once. When asked about it later Felix would say the most of the event was a blur and he’s not even sure what happened. Sylvain’s hand is moving towards his face, presumably on a journey to scratch him between the ears, and Felix, full of anger at Sylvain and a lot of physical changes he doesn’t understand yet, acts on instinct.

In a blink, Felix goes from the sight of Sylvain’s hand reaching out to having his, now particularly sharp, teeth clamped on several of his fingers. Both men are frozen in place. Sylvain with a look of regret on his face and no idea how to react to his childhood friend biting his hand, and Felix trying to figure out why the hell he did that and why the hell wasn’t he letting go?

For a moment one could swear time has stopped as everyone at the table is frozen while they desperately try to process the events unfolding in front of them. Until, once again, Mercedes is the queen of good timing as she returns with their lunch.

“Felix, get those fingers out of your mouth, you have no idea where they could’ve been!”

That seems to be enough to break Felix out of his stupor and he can’t help but gag a little at the implication of Mercedes’ words. Sylvain is quick to withdraw his hand and Ingrid snatches it from him so she can peer at the bite marks, “He drew blood,” she whispers. Although if it’s in awe or horror, Felix isn’t sure.

Mercedes seems content to act as though nothing happened and proceeds to place the lunch she brought in front of Felix, with a smile, before settling down next to him with her own lunch. The smell of Fisherman’s Bounty instantly fills Felix’s nose and is powerful enough to almost have him drooling. He could apologise to Sylvain and make sure he’s ok, or he could start shovelling these various pieces of fish into his mouth as quickly as possible.

He can still feel the weight of everyone’s stares as he eats but the food is too good for him to really care. In the back of his mind, however, he does acknowledge that this is weird. While Felix is definitely known for being an avid meat eater, he can’t say he’s ever had any particular craving for fish before but right now this Fisherman’s Bounty tastes like the food of the Goddess herself.

“Ah fish, of course,” Sylvain remarks, not having learnt his lesson despite still cradling his wounded hand. Felix looks up just long enough to give him a pointed glare but quickly goes right back to inhaling his meal.

Ingrid pulls a face. “Goodness, you’re going through that even faster than I normally go at my food, and that’s saying something,”

“I’m glad you like it Felix but be careful you don’t choke,” Mercedes warns him, Felix only grunts in response and continues to eat his food as fast as possible.

“Seeing as we don’t have any way to reverse this at the moment, I guess this is just how things are going to be for the time being. I wonder if there will be many other changes.” Ashe chips in now that the initial drama has passed.

“Maybe we should like, do some tests, or something, to see what’s changed?” Sylvain says though a mouthful of food.

“That’s not a bad idea, although I doubt your intentions.” Ingrid frowns at him.

Ashe talks over the pair before they can start bickering, “It might be good to talk to Linhardt about this! Magical accidents, cats, and studying the unusual, it’s everything he’s interested in except crests!”

Felix comes up for air from his food, “That’s… actually not a bad idea. Could you ask him for me? I’ve never really spoken to him.”

Ashe nods enthusiastically, “Sure, I’d be happy too!”

The rest of lunch passes in relative quiet once everyone gets settled with their own meals and no one seems too interested in asking Felix any more questions after what happened to Sylvain. If nothing else, the incident gave a hint as to how much Felix has changed, and how he’s going to have to pay more attention to his new instincts.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #dedue fire emblem #mercedes von martritz #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #ashe ubert #catboy felix #the words of me

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queenofallwitches · 5 years ago

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Venus trine MC, my MC lies in Saturn and Saturn is in 9th house Aquarius.

Saturn Return, and my Soul Journey into 12th house Sun conjunct Mercury (in Aries) bound by the 12th house Shadow Secrets. Jupiter is Leo and Mars is softened by my conjunct cancer moon, both in my 3rd house. The kicker is Chiron simultaneously sitting over in my wounded goddess divine feminine Luna moon compelling me to build a home, a base and a clan of like minded souls. cancer and Chiron sit together and Chiron is akin to the wounded healer. I have a complex but alchemical natal make up and its been 6 years of accepting the square and oppositions in difficult places to come to terms to work with my natal astrology in a way I can become creatively involved in.

23/3/20 initiated the formal induction of my Saturn return as saturn transited to Aquarius for the first time since 92/93.

It’s a taste of the full saturnine swing coming up after the December 21st astrology grand conjunction. Saturn will be in Aquarius up to July. before moving briefly back before that grand Conjunction with Pluto/Jupiter later in 21/12/2020. (activity period from 14 April 2020 until mid-July 2020) Venus trine MC

Yeah on a tangent but one day I will be thankful this was forged. I am will using my moonchild manifesto to track the astrology and transits for my own wounded healer journey. I don’t have the consistency of a computer to hoard things as I did before the big brother fascism came full formed this year and cannot freely trust anything can be stored. I will be putting things online purely to keep a record of what may soon be lost, unable to be accessed.

Plus I’m burning my journals after I take the photos of them and upload them for a ritualistic purpose.

It’s part of this creative alchemy and trauma soul retrival quest I’ve found myself on. I note this as my Saturn is returning home for my FIRST Saturn return. I have been formally initiated for the infamous, enigmatic Saturn return that marks the passage from “adolescence into adulthood”. (Funnily last time I heard a university lecture on neuroscience, the latest research noted recent findings that the brain of a fully, functional prefrontal cortex in adult brains don’t become fully formed until age 28-30. This first sparked excitement and also uncertainty about the privilege cast to the “teenage myth”. As kids brains are still developing when things like getting a driving cars, choosing a life career, alcohol privilege and making other major life changes at those critical developmental stages are still as risky when a 12-16 year old does it. So now psychology and neuroscience knows that the adult higher order thinking that marks the turn of a mature and civil adult come in the late 20s. Not the teens. So until after 25 a brain cannot be fully assessing its choices due to underdeveloped prefrontal higher order thought processes This was fascinating in the social science side of things where we look into social constructs of society and how teenager was a made up archetype for a post war period. I remember being in my early 20s at the time and my life was no longer a race as it had been made to be prior.the schools of the latest brain neuroscience confirm my impulsive nature could change before age 30. I was hopeful. Maybe I wasn’t a gifted genius who was highly sensitive and afflicted with the contrasting “ADHD or Attention Deficit Primaily Inattentive” which could only be “treated” (as far as I had experienced), via heavy duty schedule 8 drugs. The kind of medication that calmed me down but other people wound beg me to have. Meaning in the past people in my life around me were constantly trying to turn into their party high by taking advantage of my disdain for psychostimulants. But my love and need for money back in that time. Fuck fake friends I say. Taking advantage or dysregulated prefrontal cortex with or without all my labels was still, after all, a risky business, when it comes to juggling psychopharmacology and a myriad of labels that resulted in other medicines given to me that may or may not be accurate. No brain scan or confirmation has been given that my brain is anything aside from ADHD. So my academic quest in childhood was confounded due to this.I learnt a lot about my childhood and growing up with a long list of multiple mental illness diagnosis, and the medical pharmacology given to me for those things; was beyond measurable.

But my neurochemistry was tweaked ineffably by both psychiatric pills pushed on me from age 9 and for things I may not even need. The end result of what my social science teacher termed “social constructs akin to mental illness medical model DSM labels”. My self pursuit of understanding my own brain was a hard thing to understand in the sense that prior to hearing about this from the side of academic and professional training, I had spend 12 years in expensive and possibly more damaging than beneficial treatment for “mental illnesses”. My life was a focal point for the goal I set to help women with the “borderline stigma” after I had fixed my own borderline.

Clinical psychologist was my end game until I found the trauma truth sweeping me into a existential soul contusion merged with trauma after trauma therapy went into flooding memory. Academic research and the psychology and counseling journals I spent my spare time fine combing. For answers. For my why and how. By the time I found any sense of this it became a painful limbo of dancing with my demons, coping destructively and limbo between the underworld and the reality I found my body and mind entwined in.

Now it’s even more synonymous to my own Saturn return journey and how the Saturn return is the mark of adulthood. This can be a speculative musing I make now on celestial astrology and how it aligns to our inner psychological makeup. (The Jupiter return is age 12, puberty ; and the other inner planets all mark significant development milestones in growing up. I’ll go into that more in later blogs).

Astrology is a map of the soul, psychology makeup, can be so deep too. How does it measure up to statistics? Sun sign horoscope is nothing versus the natal chart and how it corresponds to planetary magick and Kabbalah. I have been seperate in my magick and academic work but it was always my will to merge these at one stage I could research it. But now the sands of time are shifting, and Aquarius Saturn is calling for novel innovation I never could convey due to academic being seperate as spiritual, magickal practice is something I was careful to keep silence on when working with clients, peers and mentors, forget telling my psychologists or doctors who wound dismiss any test as “bipolar mania”. I remember once I read “the difference between the mystic and the mad man is the mystic knows who NOT TO TELL.

Now it’s my time to informally but officially start logging my journey into my own healing, soul mapping, I call it cognitive alchemy, gnostic psychology, soul psychology, metagnosis.. I’ve had many a name for the potential inspiration from my true will calling. But I can now forget about the archaic bonds from the academic world I was schooled to excel in by confirming. I am also a high iq gifted kid and having been labelled gifted but “adhd” simultaneously while having traumatic events left right and center is a mix of confusion for me. Teachers classed adhd as a learning disability, my in attention confused with inability to listen to simple tasks. This meant my mind never adapted to that school conditioning but my education was still installed due to the private school system somehow making my alters succeed without effort. Most of my spare time as a kid that wasn’t dissociative was reading books. By me processing my own literature in my spare time, I knew so much random stuff but hid it in order to seem dumb bc that was accepted. But in private in encyclopaedias and non fictional library quests I’d devour books. for my 10 maximum haul of borrowing books. This was a routine my mum and I went to do each week but my reading speed was beyond anything known, as I read and synthesised up to 10 books mostly in one day, from age 6 onwards.

I also stole books and hid my reading habits at school due to a deep shame of not being liked due to reading being for losers without friends, as girls bullied me over my gifted weird quirks. I was pretty but saw my self as ugly for trauma will deprive the mind of seeing it’s own true perception. I was never understood how my looks became a thing used against me by girls who were jealous until I learnt about this myself. I recently accepted and remembered this all after 3 years of integrated healing. I was doing this all on my own. the spiritual and metaphysical work is my primary tool that was keeping me here. Actually saving my suicide program from self destruct after the March 2017 incident I shall not talk about now. But I’m here now, alive, kicking, Saturn here to shove my shadow to consciousness without prompt and this change can bring me into a 30 year blueprint of setting things right.

Now in order to build a solid and functional framework and foundational life. I have a litany of secrets I need to get off my chest. I think to share my growth, my thoughts and my experiences for my own liberation of my deep dark secrets finally free to be released into the public domain.

I have no choice but to share this.

I do this co consciously as a part of my integrative process.

Maybe One day it might be a guide for someone who was as alone as I feel doing all of this self work without support. Maybe it will fade into the cyber void forever. Maybe I’ll use this as a tool to help clients in the future. Whatever this is means nothing but what the process of alchemy can do to forge my liberation from soul loss and traumatic dissociative trauma.

As a therapist I always wanted to avoid what I went through growing up. Now more so. I never want another lost dissociative mental health client who was also stuck between professional and academic pursuits being my “purpose” and having to sacrifice career and my study and research to sit in my shadow to see the shit.

In order to break the shit therapist mould I list journey through my own shit first. This meant I needed to be away from all therapy both as a client and practitioner and student for awhile. I’ve been off since the end of 2017 and now it’s clear it was neeed, how do I heal without healing my own shit first? Am I not the finest example of how bad therapists can get away with their bullshit and be paid for it but never really know who they are. I’m never doing that. I never was about that. So due to therapeutic negligence. I am finding my gift was the lesson. Those a shitty therapist who are a dime a dozen were the anti mentors I saw too often: but my purpose was to be a therapist. But a therapist who did things the way I never had.

Never did I want another to go into the heavy weight of shame from the secrets of sexual wounds, childhood schemas, mixed up and messed up conditioning made to seem functional to outsiders. But that was all alters. Now it was a spiritual journey as magick and my mystical path entwines to save my soul. The self awakening, trauma revelations, merging with the dark night of soul, and the shadow work. Plus everything else coming out is not a journey I can say is or was at all easy, I suffer more now as a co conscious intergrating my trauma. I feel it all without the dissociative switch to save me from witnessing all the shit. Now I see my entire life and it’s fucked up raw and grim reality and I have to do something because I survived it this far? Again I never suicided or stopped into self destruction when I knew my own inner child’s wounds were no longer blacked out but burning bright longing for love. Symptoms for survival and the survival was part of the dissociative switching making my outside self seem so functional, but never seen. It’s not something they needed to drug me for, but it’s another thing I have to address now. My symptoms they drugged with medications that were mind altering and powerful for anyone let alone a developing child’s brain, were suppressed by many meds. Who knows where that ends and the damage via trauma and other things begin? It’s a mess of some thing I was never aware of but always trying to silence due to the need for people to accept me. But that was many mes all living a life that appeased many people, but not for me. Here we are.

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decadentblood · 5 years ago

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below the cut, there’s some information about my characters. i’m going to update this later because i can’t keep looking at it but annaleigh and evan are all completed for now !

𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘

brave little foot soldier you have more courage than sense and i’m not quite sure what to make of you. kneel a wayward child and rise a hunter of artemis. glittering silver bow and quiver and arrows made of materials that only gods can think of. glittering circlet on your head identifies you as a favored champion. do not disappoint the one whose gifts keep you standing.

annaleigh barrow has a particular prowess in archery and incredibly vision at night. at just twenty five, for the last hundred and fifty years, give or take, they have faithfully served the goddess artemis as one of her hunters. though only at the nemean lion for the last five years, they have taken a liking to this place and serve as one of artemis’ representatives. you can typically find them in the armory, working.

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annaleigh has been twenty five for about a hundred and fifty years.

they were born in 1838 and a middle child in a family of ten.

anna’s mama got pregnant by apollo after her fourth or fifth and anna was born ! totally not a surprise to anna’s mama that a result of an affair would join the family.

they’d grown up watching their brothers help their father hunt for food but they were never allowed to join and relegated to the more feminine tasks.

when the war rolled around, they were living in the border state of virginia during the war, extremely close to the borderline with maryland.

anna’s family chose the confederacy. anna chose the union.

she abandoned her family for the war effort in 1862, joining with a group of women who had medical training as nurses to follow the union army as closely as they could for the preservation of life. anna, bolder than most, had a tendency to go with some soldiers into battle.

in 1863, a few months before their 25th birthday, anna laid their brother to rest and sent home a letter to their mother. to this day, she doesn’t know if they actually read the letter or burned it like they had with the others.

1863 was an auspicious year for anna. it was the year they almost died.

in a haze of pain and death and gore, artemis appeared to a bleeding out anna and promised respite. in exchange for their life, anna became one of artemis’ hunters.

home had never felt real until they’d joined the hunters.

once a child now a warrior grown, anna has excellent aim and control when it comes to utilizing the gifts of artemis and they only ever want to bring pride to the title of hunter.

they’re well known for getting women home safely and taking down their fair share of would be assaulters — most of them have a broken nose by the time they’ve been picked up by the cops.

anna has a particularly intimidating look to them and they like to keep most people at an arm’s length away.

it feels easier that way than to lose people that they care about.

𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

i hear your mother in your infectious laughter and i see your father in your arms, strong and compassionate. i see your step mother in your quick tongue. she was your mother’s gift to your father, after you. she also did right by you, i know that by the way she gave you those little girls who comprise your world. son of aphrodite your blessings are numerous, her love for you present in your everyday.

evan lowell has a stunning gift, if i do say so myself. mama gifted him the ability to petrify his enemies with a kiss. imagine how that went over the first time. it’s gotten better over the years, and he certainly does his mama proud, but he’s been at lowell longer than most, almost since it opened. maybe that’s why he’s notorious for being the first to chomp at the bit to go on missions ( well, until his baby girls arrived ). now he’s in his office, twin girls running around.

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evan lowell doesn’t have a lot of bad days. even the days where things seem like they’re world endingly bad, good always cropped up for him.

he had a really good childhood, surrounded by little siblings.

evan’s dad, aiden, met his now-wife, drew ( short for druella ), about ten months after evan was born. aiden and drew have had six kids together, making evan the oldest of seven. he has Always had that Tired Dad aesthetic going on, even though he’s only two years older than his nearest sibling in age.

evan was always involved in what his little siblings were doing and how he could help his parents.

he has incredibly fond memories of helping his mama around the house with the chores. by seven he was washing windows and vacuuming like a champ. he had a love for order in the chaos of their household and his desire for a close knit family started here, in these moments.

drew also taught him how to cook. aiden couldn’t cook for shit and drew thought that at least one of the lowell men should get a grip and learn how to. she also taught him most of the other household skills he knows, from changing a lightbulb to fixing the weather stripping on doors. aiden also taught evan how to work with most tools.

this close family dynamic set evan up well for his future and for how he treats his own children. but first, we should rewind a little bit.

evan had Big Fuckboy Energy when he was in high school. he was a jock ( football in the fall, baseball in the spring ), he was voted homecoming and prom king his senior year, and everyone saw him with a revolving door of girls around him.

this perception is extremely funny to evan, because he grew up incredibly respectful and desiring a relationship like his parents, one as loving and full of laughter. evan never had more than one partner at a time, and his gentle heart was broken pretty easily. high school isn’t the time to be seeking commitment but that’s pretty much what evan desired from the time he could stumble around on his little feet.

skip forward to age 23. evan met caroline.

he thought he was going to marry this girl, he was so in love with her. but some things ! they’re just not meant to be !

but lmao he did get her pregnant so that worked out great.

they’re actually on good terms and they have a court order in place, just in case. they don’t ,,, usually follow it. they co-parent effectively and he still spends most major holidays with her so that the girls don’t feel isolated from one parent or another.

caroline has a girlfriend now, her name is ismelda ! they’re very happy and evan really likes her.

the twins aren’t totally fleshed out yet but in my defense they are four so they’re still working on developing into their own little people. their names are natalie and nicole.

𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆

modern day witch aesthetics don’t begin to cover this kind of power. rose quartz lined windowsills meet tarot readings at midnight and sing the song of a queen of water; that song is about yourself. the desire to run defeated by roots you didn’t mean to lay.

katharine mcclure spends a lot of time training others in the gym, it’s something that she enjoys doing. she’s intertwined with the weave of her mother’s magic, a gift she shares with most of her siblings. this little girl sewed chaos everywhere she’s been and only changed her ways when she got here. perhaps it’s because she wanted somewhere to belong, wanted somewhere to god.

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katharine mcclure grew up in solitude, not that she minded much.

her magic manifested itself early and for that she’ll always be thankful.

she may not have had the best intentions at all times but it’s fine. no one died.

that she knows of.

i’ll update this ,,,, more ,,, soon, ,, i promise.

𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔�� 𝒐'𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒆

a child born of love and hardship, living and dead, she is a melancholic kind of beauty. her eyes sparkle with knowledge long since forgotten and twinkle with life. the voices that trail through her mind aren’t always hers but she understands the desire of wanting to be heard, wanting to be loved, wanting to move on from where they feel trapped. so she helps them. maybe that’s why papa left at eight years old after dropping her off at the nemean lion. maybe that’s why she grew up so lonely.

melissa o’rourke typically sits at the counter in the lobby as an attendant. there are spirits there who flit about and talk to her, thankful for the first time in years someone could understand them. she just smiles and listens and these things have made her kind. they’re also gossip fonts, those pesky spirits, and people tend to be surprised by the things she knows. she’s been here a long time, a fixture of this place.

on history

soon

𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆

in the name of the father, son, and holy spirit. i’m sorry that i press flowers between pages, i just want to preserve a beauty that is fleeting. i’m sorry violence comes from this act. i’m sorry because i don’t feel good enough, like i’m undeserving, like i’m not supposed to be here. is that because i’m the son of a man who holds open the gateway to death or is that because i’m the son of a woman who has never spent more than a week with me at a time? please let me skip to the part where i’m actually happy and not just pretending for the sake of pretending. amen.

son of hades your bones sing a thousand songs and you don’t want to hear any of them. oliver henstridge grew up relatively well off, but you don’t come to the nemean lion at thirteen because your relationships with the mortal part of your family are all that great. he’ll leave for a week at a time every six to ten months to spend some time with his mother but usually he’s somewhere around the nl, being bothersome, making tiktoks, whatever he feels like doing in the moment. for a boy with the ability to manipulate shadows, to bend that piece of reality to his will and step through them like doors to the other side of the world, he certainly doesn’t take anything too seriously.

on history

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on wanted connections

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she-who-fights-and-writes · 6 years ago

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She-who-fights-and-writes Top 5 Book Recs 2019!!

Here are my top five books/book series that I think EVERYONE should read or at least try to read in their lifetime!! No matter their standing on this list, I love every single one of these books with my whole heart!!!!!

5. Pet Sematary by Stephen King (Genre: Horror)

Back cover:

When Dr. Louis Creed takes a new job and moves his family to the idyllic rural town of Ludlow, Maine, this new beginning seems too good to be true. Despite Ludlow’s tranquility, an undercurrent of danger exists here. Those trucks on the road outside the Creed’s beautiful old home travel by just a little too quickly, for one thing…as is evidenced by the makeshift graveyard in the nearby woods where generations of children have buried their beloved pets. Then there are the warnings to Louis both real and from the depths of his nightmares that he should not venture beyond the borders of this little graveyard where another burial ground lures with seductive promises and ungodly temptations. A blood-chilling truth is hidden there—one more terrifying than death itself, and hideously more powerful. As Louis is about to discover for himself sometimes, dead is better…

I didn’t sleep for two days after finishing this book. I had to read it in the morning, never at night, and couldn’t put it down whenever I picked it up. However, this book is really a testament to Stephen King’s reputation as the dominator of the horror/suspense genre of fiction.

Beautifully descriptive and creepy, it gives a shocking new perspective of the consequences of playing God. With a very much flawed and very much human main character, along with a gripping story that raises the hairs on the back of your neck, Pet Semetary is the perfect book to read when you’re feeling a flare for the supernatural.

4. The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer (Genre: Sci-Fi)

Back cover of Cinder:

CINDER, a gifted mechanic in New Beijing, is also a cyborg. She's reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister's sudden illness. But when her life becomes entwined with the handsome Prince Kai's, she finds herself at the centre of a violent struggle between the desires of an evil queen - and a dangerous temptation. Cinder is caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal. Now she must uncover secrets about her mysterious past in order to protect Earth's future. This is not the fairytale you remember. But it's one you won't forget.

These books broke me out of a serious book hangover (caused by the #1 series on this list) and made me realize “Wait, there are other books in this world that can be enjoyed besides this series.”

Funny and captivating, this book puts an interesting twist on classic fairytales. Instead of being the kind of twist where everything is unnecessarily gory and dark, this puts a futuristic spin on the classic stories that we all know and love.

The characters are amazing and very diverse, and although the stories are similar to the Grimm’s fairy tales, they’re a whole new ballpark plot-wise that keeps you on the edge of your seat!

3. In Order to Live by Yeonmi Park (Genre: Memoir)

Back cover:

“I am most grateful for two things: that I was born in North Korea, and that I escaped from North Korea.”

Still in her early twenties, Yeonmi Park has lived through experiences that few people of any age will ever know--and from which most would never recover. At age thirteen, together with her mother, she made a harrowing escape from brutal conditions in North Korea. Two years later, they reached South Korea and freedom. But the devestating journey in between cost Park her childhood and nearly her life. As she writes, “I convinced myself that a lot of what I had experienced never happened. I taught myself to forget the rest.”

In In Order to Live, Park sines light not just into the darkest corners of life in North Korea, describing the deprivation and deception she endured and that millions of North Korean people continue to endure to this day, but also onto her own most painful and difficult memories. She tells with bravery and dignity for the first time the story of how she and her mother were betrayed and sold into sexual slavery in China and forced to suffer terrible psychological and physical hardship.

Park confronts her past with a startling resilience. In spite of everything, she has never stopped being proud of where she is from, and never stopped striving for a better life. Today she is a human rights activist working determinedly to bring attention to the oppression taking place in her home country. Park’s testimony is rare, edifying, and terribly important, and the story she tells in In Order to Live is heartbreaking and unimaginable but never without hope.

This book changed my life.

Riveting, beautiful, and at heartbreaking, it really made me appreciate what I have in life and made me more aware of things that are currently happening in the world as we speak.

I think that no one should be able to talk about North Korea and about how it’s not a big deal that we help the people there until they read this book.

Truly an amazing and unbelievable story.

2. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (Genre: Fantasy)

Back cover:

Achilles, "the best of all the Greeks," son of the cruel sea goddess Thetis and the legendary king Peleus, is strong, swift, and beautiful— irresistible to all who meet him. Patroclus is an awkward young prince, exiled from his homeland after an act of shocking violence. Brought together by chance, they forge an inseparable bond, despite risking the gods' wrath.

They are trained by the centaur Chiron in the arts of war and medicine, but when word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped, all the heroes of Greece are called upon to lay siege to Troy in her name. Seduced by the promise of a glorious destiny, Achilles joins their cause, and torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus follows. Little do they know that the cruel Fates will test them both as never before and demand a terrible sacrifice.

A phenomenally written and emotional re-telling of the classic Greek epic the Iliad that delves into the romantic relationship between Achilles and Patroclus.

Madeline Miller truly has an undeniable god-given talent for writing; her descriptions and storytelling makes for a book that you CANNOT put down once you’ve picked it up.

I read this book in a day and had a serious, serious book hangover afterward; I literally could NOT stop thinking about it for days. It just sticks with you, you know?

Me and my mom both wept over this book; it is truly a triumph and a masterpiece.

1. The Grishaverse by Leigh Bardugo (Genre: Fantasy)

Back cover of Shadow and Bone, first book in The Grisha Trilogy:

Soldier. Summoner. Saint. Orphaned and expendable, Alina Starkov is a soldier who knows she may not survive her first trek across the Shadow Fold―a swath of unnatural darkness crawling with monsters. But when her regiment is attacked, Alina unleashes dormant magic not even she knew she possessed.

Now Alina will enter a lavish world of royalty and intrigue as she trains with the Grisha, her country’s magical military elite―and falls under the spell of their notorious leader, the Darkling. He believes Alina can summon a force capable of destroying the Shadow Fold and reuniting their war-ravaged country, but only if she can master her untamed gift.

As the threat to the kingdom mounts and Alina unlocks the secrets of her past, she will make a dangerous discovery that could threaten all she loves and the very future of a nation.

Welcome to Ravka . . . a world of science and superstition where nothing is what it seems.

Back cover of Six of Crows, first book in the Six of Crows Duology:

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price―and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can't pull it off alone. . . .

A convict with a thirst for revenge. A sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wager. A runaway with a privileged past. A spy known as the Wraith. A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums. A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes.

Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Kaz's crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction―if they don't kill each other first.

The Grishaverse is a group of series that are all set within the same universe where magic runs wild and the world-building-- from the culture of each country to the unique landscapes--is so phenomenal that you almost wish you could jump right into the book like Blue’s Clues and live there forever.

Leigh Bardugo is my favorite author of all time.

Her writing is beyond any other tier that I have every had the pleasure to read, to the point where I couldn’t read any other books for a good year after finishing the Six of Crows Duology because it set my standards so high for YA fantasy.

There are many books within the Grishaverse-- including the Grisha Trilogy, the Six of Crows Duology, the King of Scars series, and the Language of Thorns storybook--but you don’t have to have read one series to understand the other.

Personally, I like the Six of Crows Duology better than the Grisha Trilogy; it was written afterward and the writing and storytelling is far more evolved and sophisticated.

But even so, Leigh Bardugo really is an incredible storyteller, so if you can get your hands on any of these books, please do!

#writing #book #books #book recs #book recommendations #book recommendation #book rec #fantasy #horror #YA

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 70/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (again after last chapter)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Bucky turned to Loki more seriously, changing the subject. “Make sure she doesn’t lose that until after this cure is complete. I don’t have an extra here. It was pure dumb luck I had that one. And please, don’t tell Steve. I can take a lot of teasing, but not about this,” Bucky admitted softly. He didn’t admit his vulnerabilities, but he was vulnerable about Steve. Those two had a history since the forties. They were practically brothers, and Bucky had been protecting Steve for their entire childhood.

You and Loki both nodded. You’d keep his secret. “Your secret is safe with me and I’ll put the inhaler somewhere it’ll never get lost,” Loki added and took the inhaler from you, despite your protest that you could keep it just fine. He vanished it into his dimensional pocket where it wouldn’t get lost. Loki looked to you. “We need to make a small visit to the healing wing to make sure you are still alright, darling. I won’t risk your safety or your healing,” he told you firmly.

Bucky left with Sif so she could show him Asgardian weapons, leaving you with no choice but to go with Loki to the healing wing.

“I’m fine, Lokes,” you insisted as he took your hand to pull you to your feet.

He ignored your protests and started leading you to the healing wing. You sighed and let him drag you with him. “Mother probably needs to look you over anyway. Don’t whine, darling,” he chided, though he was teasing. You huffed and grumbled, but were very careful not to whine as you let him drag you back to Frigga’s domain.

Frigga looked up when you entered. She gave Loki a small nod of acknowledgement before she finished giving her orders to the assistant she was talking to before she came over to greet the pair of you. “Hello, darlings. What brings you here?” it was clear from her tone that she wasn’t expecting you so soon.

Loki kissed Frigga’s cheek, his usual greeting to her. “My lady had a little incident out on the training field. She loves to pretend she’s fine and overwork herself,” he tried to tease, but you could hear the worry in his voice. You could see it as he picked at the skin of his left palm. “Could you look her over and make sure she’s alright?”

Frigga gave you both a disapproving look. “What kind of little incident?” she demanded as she efficiently got you up onto one of the exam tables to look you over, despite that you had gotten extremely shy and quite insistent that you were ok.

“The Sergeant called it an ‘asthma attack’. She was near breathless,” Loki said worriedly, unsure exactly what had caused it.

Frigga nodded and pulled out one of the soulforge scanners. “I am familiar with it,” Frigga said. She’d studied all forms of illnesses. “It is a medical condition common on Midgard there are some cases here, most notably among children. It causes the airways to narrow and swell which makes it extremely difficult to breathe,” she explained to her son.

Loki nodded, figuring what cause the attack. “She decided to work with Sif,” he explained disapprovingly.

“Sif decided I was working with her,” you corrected. Sif hadn’t exactly given you a choice in the matter.

“You still accepted,” Loki reminded you as if you could’ve told the goddess of war no. “Even though she was going easy on you, it really wasn’t a fair fight and you should not have been out there,”

“She was so upset thinking I don’t know how to defend myself,” you protested.

Frigga spoke again, drawing both of your attention. “You will be just fine, darling,” she reassured you, but really was reassuring you both. “Your heart and lungs haven’t worked properly or at all since you were cursed and both are still very weak,” she explained what the problem had been. She turned to Loki. “Don’t be upset with Sif, darling. She means well and she clearly cares about your lady to insist she be able to defend herself. However, she is used to novices who have been Asgardian for more than a day…” she handed you a cup of hot tea and handed Loki a slice of chocolate cake.

Totally unfair.

Though the chocolate cake calmed him and reassured him that everything was alright. He devoured it quickly as usual. “Thank you, Mother. I was just worried is all,”

“Of course you were,” she replied warmly and knowingly. He was always worried about you. “How did your meeting with your father go?” you could tell that she truly cared, but she seemed to be keeping you in her domain for some reason.

Loki lit up. “I have been pardoned from my crimes on Midgard. It was one of the boons my love requested in recompense for his actions from before,” Loki explained to his mother.

“That’s wonderful news!” she exclaimed and hugged him tightly around the neck. She was joyed for her son, who hadn’t deserved to be punished for those ‘crimes’ in the first place.

“It’s quite a relief,” Loki replied and you could see the weight lifted from his shoulders. He wasn’t burdened any longer with a punishment he hadn’t deserved. “I’m now free to come and go as I please,” he added.

Frigga wisely didn’t press Loki any further about the events of the meeting, though she could tell he was leaving things out. She changed the subject. “You said the Sergeant informed you of this condition? Did he also mention what magic he used to ease the symptoms?” she asked, instead.

Loki summoned the inhaler from his dimensional pocket, holding it out to her. “It was not magic. It is Midgardian medicine. An inhaler, he called it,”

Frigga took it from him to look it over, curious about the Midgardian medicine. She cast a nifty little spell on it and there were suddenly two inhalers in her hand. She handed the original back to Loki. “I wish to study this medicine,” she explained at Loki’s raised eyebrow. He nodded, accepting that logic and wanting as much help for you as he could get.

You realized that you were having a hard time following the conversation. It seemed… fuzzy and unclear. You realized you had zoned out when Frigga reached over and took the teacup from your hands. Before it had completely fallen from your limp hands. Frigga smiled warmly at you and pressed a motherly kiss to the top of your head. “I would apologize, dear, but you need to rest and you are just as stubborn as any of my children,” she told you warmly while you swayed and fought to keep your eyes open.

“Make sure she lies down until dinner,” Frigga told Loki as he watched you worriedly, until he realized what Frigga had done.

“Of course, Mother,” Loki gave her a knowing smirk before he moved to sweep you up into his arms. Frigga laughed as Loki carried you from the room.

“She drugged me~~!” you mewed the protest when Loki had left the healing wing. You could scarcely move, your body was so heavy. And your eyes didn’t want to stay open.

“She did,” Loki agreed, not sounding the least bit worry. “But it was for your own good. You need to rest, little one. You are overworking yourself while you are still recovering,” he told you gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he carried you. “Now rest. I will wake you before dinner,” he promised.

The halls were swaying and spinning around you.

That couldn’t be good.

“Do I still get my dance?” you asked softly, your voice getting slurred and loopy.

“Yes, darling. Rest,” he told you firmly.

Your head crashed onto his shoulder and you didn’t remember anything else.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #monsters and magic #chapter 70 #Nekoamamori

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storytimejustice · 5 years ago

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Anastasia Hornick

I don’t remember where I got the list of questions from but if whomever created this sees this I enjoy answering them.

1. How do they present themselves to others?

Anastasia has a huge heart that gets broken often during the story but she presents herself as caring for all life.

2. Do they like animals?

Of course!

3. How do they dress?

Anastasia has always gone all out full makeup and beautiful fluffy dresses until she was thrown into a blouse and jeans so she could begin training

4. How many languages do they know?

She only knows English which is the language spoken across the world amongst the non-mythical creatures since all of the residents of primwall originate from Earth

5. How big is their family?

She has her rebellion family along with the heroes of old and her technical twin Astrid. Along with them she has her biological brother, sister, and father but they tried to kill her after killing her mother.

6. What is their purpose in the story?

A main character. A plant mage wanting to take down the goddess Rixheia and free Elkmire and get revenge for the death of her mother.

7. Do they know how to fight?

She learns quickly how to shoot a gun and is good with ranged weapons but Astrid is still teaching her to use blades.

8. What is their back story?

When Scarlett and Asmund were dying they fused their magics and their magic weapons and twenty years later they formed and became Astrid and Anastasia. Born to the old king of the stars she was raised as a princess until her mother was killed in front of her and her family finally was able to turn against her.

9. Why is their name, their name?

I wanted to name my flour child a really pretty name and I chose Anastasia for the smaller flour bag.

10. Do they have any nicknames?

Ana

11. Do they have a romantic interest?

Nope

12. How do they cope with struggles?

Tries to do it herself but if she can’t then she’ll ask for help

13. Do they have anyone they can lean on?

She leans on Astrid when she needs to

14. How do they react to someone dying?

Depends on who it is but normally fairly sad even if it’s someone on the other side of the war

15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have?

Charismatic

Caring

Loyal

Smart

Rebel

16. How did they become a character?

We had a flour baby assignment for school and I wanted to make characters based off them.

17. Do they get along with others?

She tries her hardest

18. What flaws do they have?

She’s scared of her true power

19. How do they influence the story?

She’s a main character she is the story.

20. What do they look like?

Long bouncy blonde hair, green eyes, FRECKLES

21. What are their hobbies?

Gardening and hanging out with Saros her pet Arctic Serpent

22. How do they react to people telling them they’re wrong?

Ponders if they are and accepts it if they’re correct or explains why they’re correct

23. Do they like children?

Yeah

24. How do they react to being around wild animals?

She’s friendly with all animals

25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?

She wouldn’t go through with any prank

26. Do they have any survival skills?

She can build a shelter with her plant magic and create food

27. Are they more book smart or street smart?

Book smart

28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?

Fight her way out

29. Do they use their body, mind, personality, or force to get what they want?

Mind and personality

30. What music do they enjoy?

Classical and pop

31. How do they overcome obstacles?

She’ll take the hard way through it

32. When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break?

Break

33. Do they have any special powers?

Plant magic

34. How do they change throughout the story?

She gets more powerful with her plant magic as she grows and she grows a thirst for revenge on the gods and the royalty of the kingdom of stars

35. Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit?

Anyone that is a part of the rebellion she counts as friends and family and she’s closest with Astrid

36. How is their family life?

What family life OOF

37. Are they likable?

Depends if you like a little miss priss

38. Are they the hero, or anti-hero?

Hero

39. Do they make questionable choices?

Who doesn’t?

40. How do they become who they are?

At the beginning of the story she was just a princess living as royalty but quickly wanted revenge on the gods and her family as they killed her mother right in front of her. At the end she finally gets her revenge and is at peace with her decisions and loves the family that she gained along the way.

41. How was their childhood?

Relaxed although she was always picked on by her siblings since she didn’t use runes like her family nor did she have the want to go search for celestial pendants like them.

42. Are they close anyone who is going to screw them over?

Nah

43. How do they adapt to different situation? Do they adapt at all?

She makes most difficult situations morph and adapt to her.

44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot headed, vulgar

She’s very soft spoken

45. Are they opposed to violence?

Nope

46. When is their birthday?

February 18th

47. Are they quick to judge?

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

Insecurities

49. Do they act different around different people?

Yes

50. Do they enjoy the arts?

She loves to paint and write music

51. Do they like science?

Never really her strong suit

52. Are they more emotional or logical?

Emotional

53. How do they deal with their emotions?

Spills her guts to whomever she trusts most that is nearby (normally Astrid)

54. How do they cope with sadness?

Depending on the sadness she could break down right there or hold it until she’s alone whether by herself or alone with Astrid

55. What is something they care about?

Saros her Arctic Serpent

56. Would they die for anyone/anything?

The rebellion

57. What do they do when they are happy?

Joke around, train Saros in ice magic, talk with her rebellion family.

58. How would they come across to other characters? Examples - Messy, lazy, childish, caring, etc.

Charming and excited

59. Do they have a phrase they use over and over?

Nah

60. In a crowded room are they in the corners, sides, or in the middle?

Middle

61. Are they comfortable being in a crowded room?

Nope she’s gone

62. What is their sexuality?

Aro/Ace

63. Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically?

Yes a few times

64. Do they like to dance?

Yes!

65. How do they get around their environment? Examples - Horses, bike, vehicles

Since Rixheia yeeted Primwall back into ancient times they use Aurora-Wolf drawn carriages that only them and landowners use though most people are pulled by horses. Some are humans that can transform.

66. What is they pet peeve(s)?

She gets sensory overload easily with even the slightest bit of stress

67. Do they have a disability?

Nope

68. How do they react to getting flowers?

Very flattered

69. Would they ever wear a flower crown?

Yes

70. Do they like themselves?

She wishes she was more trusting of her own powers but outside of that yes

71. Who do they dislike?

Rixheia

72. When do they realize their true potential?

Trying to escape a trusted friends (of Astrid’s not of her’s) traps when he turned

73. Do they have any markings on their body?

She shares tattoos with Astrid since they’re linked they both get control over summoning the Celestial’s they find

74. Have they ever been abused?

Verbally but not physically

75. What is their biggest fear?

Failing her family

76. What are their goals?

To free the world from Rixheia’s hold

77. How do they go about achieving their goals?

Doing anything she possible can as long as she keeps her morals in line

78. Do they have a fight or flight response?

Flight. You sneak up on her she’s 50 feet away 2 seconds later. Although you might have a gun pointed at you or vines swirled around you within those 2 seconds. So I guess in-between but yeah

79. Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves?

Saros

80. How would they fair in the zombie apocalypse?

Pretty excellent as long as she has a gun, ammo, and if she had her plant magic she’d be able to feed herself and kill zombies with it.

81. Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant?

Tattoos of the Celestials they gain

82. Are they good at mental math?

Yes

83. Do they get along with others?

Yeah

84. Are they lazy?

No she’s always busy

85. Are they self motivated?

Very

86. How do they cope with anger?

Venting to Astrid or training

87. Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless?

Watching her mom killed before her

88. Are they organized or messy?

Organized

89. Can they remember a lot of information at once?

She remembers some

90. What is their occupation?

Rebel

Apothecary

91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?

Depends on the person but most out of liking her there are few that fear the 5’4 rebel healer princess

92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?

She would want to see Astrid and Saros and just tell them how much they mean to her. If she couldn’t kill Rixheia in that time

93. How do they deal with stress?

Oh boy she loves venting and shooting things

94. Do they have a more submissive or dominant personality type?

Submissive

95. Do they have a pet?

Saros Anastasia’s ice serpent and the rebels have aurora wolves along with a few horses.

96. Do they have a stash of weapons?

97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?

A little cottage outside of Castle Elkmire’s walls in between it and Emera after the war.

98. How do they calm themselves down?

Lash out with her magic on some practice dummies

99. Are they co-dependent?

Completely independent

100. Are they a day, or night person?

Day

#Writblr #Fantasy #Magic #Personality #Characteristics #OC #Original #Plants

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firesofdainix · 6 years ago

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all my wolves begin to howl, oh wake me up the time is now

Fragments of Jason's life before The Lost Hero.

His mother told him that she would be back, but it has been hours since he had last seen her and Thalia. He calls for them as he crawls through the Wolf House with his hands and feet. Then he starts to cry, and he feels his ordinary life, from his sister, his mother, tearing itself apart inside of him. As if his childhood is finally done, and a new life is ahead of him.

But still, Jason wishes to hold on, to hope that his mother and sister would come back for him. That fades when a lone howl pierces through his baby ears, and a figure steps out from the shadows.

Sadly, Jason wasn't afraid.

Sadly, Jason Grace was taken away from his old home to a new one with the wolves.

And the cycle continues.

Life with the wolves had been fun. Frolicking in the house where his mother and sister left him, spending the day in the woods trying to catch prey.

Lupa is quite a mother wolf, a strict one, but still a mother whom he barely remembers.

Finally, after months of training, Jason Grace at age three is now ready to face on the cruel world to find Camp Jupiter.

To say he didn't look back was not true. He did look back, to see another kid older than him being taught by the same wolves he considered as a family.

His family of wolves seem to have moved on like the family he barely remembered as a child.

They all look up at him, Jason Grace.

Jason Grace.

Son of Jupiter.

Jason Grace.

The King of the God's son, everyone says.

The son of a no good Dad, he wishes to say, but those words were stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.

He wonders if he'll just become like his father, which is his worst nightmare.

Instead of joining the First Cohort like everyone expected him to be, he joins the Fifth Cohort, filled with what they say, the sea of nobodies.

It's good to be a nobody.

The first time he got his mark, it hurts like Hades. There was a brilliant flash of light... and it's there now.

The eagle, symbolizing his father, the SPQR, and a line representing his first year.

The others say he'll get used to the pain.

He already did.

He just chooses to feel numb.

Being marked was supposed to be the most special time. It means that he is fully accepted into the legion, into the arms of the cohorts. He isn't a probatio anymore; he never is treated as one.

They try to make him join their cohorts.

Anything other than the Fifth Cohort.

And he just glares, because he knows they're not being any fair to the members of the Fifth Cohort.

Bigots.

Bullies. He hates them. He hates them all.

They think they're so high and mighty, picking on the younger probatios, but just one glare from Jason Grace and they'll be running another way.

Jason's just a kid.

A six year old.

Ten year olds run away from him.

Jason Grace tries to become a blank slate one time, resulting in him hearing most of the conversation of the bullies he had driven away.

"The Fifth Cohort thinks they're so powerful, just because Jason Grace is with them", one says.

"Just wait until Jason Grace realizes what he's done wrong and leave the Fifth Cohort", another one says.

Fury engulfs Jason. He didn't know what he was doing, unaware.

He didn't know he summoned lightning and killed three people on the spot.

He isn't a blank slate anymore.

Therapists are common in New Rome, of course. Some descendants of the gods had been involved in wars or had been put through many traumatizing moments throughout their life.

Jason thinks he doesn't count as any of those people.

He doesn't even know what war is supposed to be like.

No one here knows how much damage a war will cost.

"All right Jason", the therapist says in a warm voice, just like all the other therapists before her. "I want you to tell me what you have learned the past year in Camp Jupiter."

It was such a simple question. Jason didn't know where every thing went wrong.

"That the Fifth Cohort is the best cohort anyone has ever seen", Jason says nonchalantly.

The therapist nods slowly. Sooner or later she'll give up on him, like all the others. "Anything else."

"Everyone who tries to say other wise are bigots."

"Mister Grace, your language."

"What is even the point of this? To see if you think I regret killing those assholes a year ago."

The therapist nods. "Yes. You should be ashamed of yourself. We would've sentenced you to death-"

"But you don't want to, since I'm a son of Jupiter, is that right?"

The therapist doesn't reply.

It was his eighth birthday today, and everyone from all cohorts gave him a simple phrase of Happy Birthday.

No one asked him if he was fine.

No one dared ask him what happened in the ward.

He just wants to talk to someone, anyone.

He was elevated to a centurion of the Fifth Cohort, along with Dakota.

Together they kill bassilisks in the temples, and lead the war games with their comrades.

Jason is the reason why sometimes, the Fifth Cohort always win in the war games.

Twelfth Legion doesn't bring pride to Jason at all.

He has no idea to why everyone would be okay to be called 'the twelfth best legion'.

Now that he's a centurion, maybe he can change the minds of the campers of Camp Jupiter.

Rename it to First Legion, he says.

They're hesitant.

He knows why.

Only Octavian stands in the way.

He has no Roman pride.

He only has pride within himself.

Octavian was handpicked as the augur and it made Jason's blood boil.

How could he become an augur? Why had their praetors done this? Do they know how much political power and blackmail Octavian has?

Maybe that's why.

The praetors were also scared by his absolute power.

Jason cannot let him be a praetor given a time.

Then a marvelous and life threatening idea looms over his head.

Yes.

That's how it's going to be.

Jason is standing over Octavian's lying body, blankets covering most of it.

Jason was holding his ILVIS sword, tightly too.

He's going to kill Octavian.

He's going to do it.

He trudges over the legacy of Apollo's bed, but something stops him.

Jason regrets stopping because after that Octavian yells something about murder.

He jumps off the window and into the night.

Fuck you hesitation.

Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano.

That's her name.

A daughter of the war goddess Bellona.

That's nice.

She loves Diocletian as much as he does, and they'd stare at portraits everyday while getting lost at the subject of history.

That's good.

She's also his first friend.

That's the best news.

Reyna's been acting strange lately.

After that little quest, their relationship was never the same.

What did that woman do to Reyna?

Sure, they were still talking, but Reyna seems to be distant, as if thinking of something.

Being wary around Jason Grace.

But Jason tries not to give up, trying to still rebuild their friendship.

"So, you're Bryce Lawrence." Jason looks at the boy with the mix of disgust and indignance.

This-this no good son of Orcus really thinks that a little murder is entertainment.

He should've been dead, but his family is one of the most influential families in all of New Rome.

They can't just execute him and face his angry relatives.

But he was a goddamn psychopath.

Gods, Jason already hates him.

A lot of Roman campers have been missing lately.

The praetors said that they were rewarded a quest by the augur.

But they don't come back after a week.

Jason sighs as he flips his coin, transforming it to a sword.

He's going to find those campers and bring them back here.

Jason didn't know what got into him.

One moment, he was fighting a dracaena and another moment he was fighting one of his own kin, a demigod.

But the demigod isn't Roman.

He said he was a son of Hermes.

And he looks a lot like him.

Who is he?

And how could he do this to his Roman kind?

"Join me, Jason", he says.

Luke.

His name is Luke.

"Together we can tear Olympus apart stone by stone!"

Jason shoots lightning at him, but he seems unharmed.

At the end of the day, he fed the traitor Romans to the sharks.

Nico.

Nico di Angelo.

That was the Ambassador of Pluto's name.

People were wary of him.

Jason? He wasn't wary of Nico.

Finally, a cousin.

He seems secretive, but that's alright.

Jason has a lot of secrets.

And one day Nico brings Hazel, also a child of Pluto.

He cherishes them both.

There's a battle.

And he's in it.

Everyone is in it.

Against the Titan Kronos who has escaped from Tartarus.

He didn't tell anyone about that Greek demigod.

But before they go to New York, they have to face Krios first in Mount Othyrs.

It's going to be a long battle.

Their praetors are dead, and many are wounded.

Everyone is panicking, and Jason and Reyna tries to stop them from that.

Reyna comes up with battle tactics, and Jason is quite proud of her.

They march into Krios' domain, where they're faced with a dragon and the Hesperides.

Reyna kills them singlehandedly as the legion descends into battle.

Jason reaches Krios, and that is where it gets messy.

Hand-to-hand combat.

Why is Jason so impulsive?

His face burns.

His legs are tiring.

His right arm is broken.

And the entire legion is watching them, weapons ready.

They want to see if he lives or dies.

He looks up at the sky as he finally kneels for what felt like years, exhaling.

His lungs are burning.

His heart is beating too fast for his own good.

He feels blood on his face, and his eyes hurt.

He finally prays to his dad for the first time in his life.

And he's overcome with strength he had when he and the Romans scaled Mount Othyrs.

Krios is disintegrating, slowly but surely. He growls, but Jason just kicks him in the face.

"Who even are you?", Krios spits out.

Jason smirks. "I'm Jason fucking Grace bitch. And you'll remember me for centuries."

He watches Krios fully disintegrate with a self satisfied smirk.

And he faces his comrades, all full of amazement or intimidation.

Reyna starts to clap.

Sooner or later everyone starts clapping.

They made him and Reyna praetors of the first legion.

He dreams.

He dreams of his achievements, of his mother and sister, of his family.

But something is still missing.

In all his life, he never called anything a 'home', or a 'family'.

Even in Camp Jupiter, where it was supposed to feel at home, he never feels like it.

He finds Juno staring at him with a smile.

No.

He cannot be used as a pawn ever again.

Juno chuckles.

"It is your time now, little hero. Your destiny awaits."

No.

NEVER AGAIN.

Who is he again?

Where is he?

What is he doing here in a bus, in the middle of wilderness?

He feels something warm on his hand, and he looks over to see-

The most beautiful girl he's ever met.

And, suddenly, he feels a pang of hope, that maybe, just maybe, he will find a home and family.

Maybe is a strong word.

"Jason? Are you alright?"

#mine #fanfic #Heroes of Olympus #jason grace #I LOVE JASON GRACE #dark! jason #like i love that concept #some grimdark stuff here

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jacegrace04-blog · 7 years ago

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The Irony of Letting Go

Day 6: angsty/emotional moments

↳ When your girlfriend has been avoiding you for a few days, then suddenly says she wants to talk to you, you try to recall every last thing you did or didn’t do. Especially when her mom is the love goddess.

Riordan decided to be vague about the reason for Piper and Jason’s breakup in the Burning Maze. We only got to hear her side of the story, so this is me trying to fill in on Jason’s side. Canon compliant. Prepare for a dose of heartbreak and angst. Enjoy!

When Piper told me she wanted to meet me tonight and talk, I knew something was off. To be honest, I sensed something was off several weeks ago. Piper and I were attending the same school, so I was staying at their place for the time being. It’s a bit awkward, staying at my girlfriend’s house with her family, but Mr. McLean was keen to take me in since I didn’t have any relatives to go to. As a sign of respect and gratitude to her dad, we decided to set some rules. We’d walk to and from school together, mostly because Piper doesn’t like being chauffeured by their driver. We’d eat lunch together when we could (our schedules had no class in common, sadly). We had to be home by 10 pm at the latest on school days. There was no curfew on weekends, but we had to tell her dad’s assistant, Mellie where we were going. And lastly, no fooling around in the house, especially when her father was home (I might have blushed slightly when Piper felt the need to mention it). All these were simple and fair enough, so we had no problem complying. Everything was okay, until recently, when I noticed some changes in her behavior. When I held her hand, she’d gently pull away after a while, as if the prolonged contact bothered her. When we sat beside each other, she didn't lean her head on my shoulder anymore. When we hugged, she didn't hold on to me like she used to. Usually, she was the one who initiated intimacy, so this came as a surprise. I asked her once, and she simply said she didn’t feel like it. I wanted to pry for details, but I didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. The past week, I knew she was avoiding me because we usually met in the hallways in between classes, but I hadn’t seen her once. We hadn’t walked home together in a while too, since I started training with the basketball varsity. Now, she wanted to talk. Maybe she’d finally tell me what’s been bothering her. All day, I was in this weird state of anxiety – an uncomfortable mix of nervous and excited, that made it hard to focus in class. I was so deep in thought about how to prepare for later, I didn’t notice my friend sit beside me. “Maybe you smell bad,” Matt remarked. “What?” “The reason why she’s avoiding you. You do sweat a lot in practice,” he teased. Matt was my buddy from the basketball team. He’s a senior, a year above me. With black hair and green eyes, he reminded me of Percy, only a few inches taller. After playing just one game together, he recommended me to the coach. Said they could use my height and reflexes. We’ve been good friends since then. I told him about the Piper situation over lunch yesterday. I sniffed my body self-consciously. “No, I don’t! I shouldn’t have told you anything.” He chuckled. “Just kidding, Jace. I would’ve known anyway. You’re so distracted lately, it’s kinda obvious you’re having a girl problem.” “She wants to meet me tonight, says we need to talk.” I heaved a sigh. “I’m not sure how to proceed. I’m practically living with her, but it’s like she’s drifting away.” “You know, bro,” Matt said, putting an arm over my shoulder, “whatever you did or didn’t do, don’t worry about it. Just put in extra effort into your date tonight; show her that you care. If she’s going through something, just be supportive.” “I guess I can do that. I’m just worried - ” “You’re a great guy, Grace. But you always blame yourself for things outside your control. Don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?” He had a point. I nodded. “Thank you, Matt. I’ll let you know how it goes.” “Good luck!” He patted me on the back and jogged away. Piper wouldn’t be back for another hour as she had choir practice today, so I went home early to have enough time to fix myself up. Remembering Matt’s offhand comment, I took a thorough shower. I hadn’t had a haircut in a month, so I just tried styling my hair with wax. I even put on perfume. I brought flowers from the nearby florist - blue sages, which reminded Piper of her childhood home in Oklahoma. After our talk, I planned on taking her out to dinner at a nearby restaurant. I pulled out all the stops, thinking that I would cheer her up with a little romance. We agreed to meet up at the beach near their house. I arrived at our spot five minutes early. Despite the ocean breeze, my hands were clammy with unease. Fine white sand covered the shore. The sea was a peaceful shade of blue under the gray sky. It reminded me of the Long Island beach at Camp Half Blood. This beach was where we took a stroll together when we first moved in here in Malibu. It was a tranquil and private place, somewhere we could be alone with our thoughts. It became our default meeting spot when we wanted to get away from reality. When Piper arrived a few minutes later, I couldn’t help but stare. Her choppy brown hair was braided to one side. She was wearing a white Hello Kitty shirt and denim shorts. She always tried to downplay her appearance with simple clothing, but it never worked. There was something in the way she carried herself that radiated elegance, bringing out the different colors in her eyes. She was always down to earth, despite being born to privilege, yet she was never afraid to stand up for what she believes in. She was amazing. Sometimes, I can’t help but think I don’t deserve her. She stopped a few paces from me. I took a step forward. “Is everything okay? What did you want to talk about?” Her pained smile when she saw me all dressed up and holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers told me it was something that couldn't be easily fixed. “Jason, you didn't have to go through all this trouble,” Piper said, looking at me hesitantly. “It's okay, I want to redeem myself. For being a bad boyfriend.” “You didn’t have to. But thank you for this. You remembered what I said about Oklahoma.” She smiled, took the bouquet from me and smelled it. "You look great, by the way," she added, her eyes having that old gleam they used to have. “So do you. As always.” I tried for a smile. “How was choir practice?” “It was fine. Look, Jason…” She locked eyes with me, and I saw how conflicted she felt. My gaze must have been too intense, because she averted her eyes and stared at the shore. “You weren't a bad boyfriend." "Really? Because it seems you’ve been avoiding me the past couple of days.” That came out of me unexpectedly. “I heard from Mellie that your dad’s been having financial trouble. Is that why you’re being distant lately? I want to help.” “No, that’s not it. Dad’s dealing with it. He told me not to worry.” She was still staring at the horizon, facing away. I know there’s something more she wanted to say. “Pipes, just tell me. Did I do something wrong?" "No, Jay, it's not your fault. I’m sorry for avoiding you. It’s just - we've both been busy with school and we're adjusting to this new life and it's been... challenging for me, to say the least." "That's okay, Pipes," I reassured her, holding her arm. "Remember what you told me before, back in the Argo II? We're a team - you and me. We’ll try out this new life, together." She removed her arm from my touch."I do remember, but…" She paused, searching for the right words. "But what if I want to try alone?" I waited. "Just by myself." It was supposed to be me who got shocked, but it was Piper who did - literally. I accidentally let loose some static from my skin. It usually happens when I feel an intense surge of emotion, sort of a tension release. Perks of being a son of Jupiter. Thanks, Dad. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to - ” “I’m fine, Sparky. I’m used to your Pikachu moments,” she said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh. “Been a while since you last called me that.” “Yeah…” We stood there on the beach, smiling at each other. For a moment, it seemed like things were normal between us. I basked in her presence, light and warm, remembering all the times I'd enjoyed her company. But the silence that followed reminded me of the distance between us. Only the sound of the waves lapping on the shore brought me back to the moment. "Y-you want to break up?” "You did nothing wrong, Jay. It's me." I watched her make a face of disappointment. "Ugh, I hate how cliché that sounds. What a daughter of Aphrodite." She snickered at herself, then her voice took on a serious tone. "We started out with me having fake memories of us, while you had amnesia. We only got to know each other for real during our quest. I liked you, but I didn’t want to impose myself. So I was relieved when you finally asked me out.” She looked at me timidly. I remembered feeling nervous as I waited for her outside her cabin after the campfire. I’d only worked up the courage to confess because of Leo’s incessant urging. “When we started dating, there was a war looming on the horizon. We were constantly in danger, and we held onto everything we could just to feel a sense of security." She took a deep breath, pausing, then continued. "Hera and Aphrodite made sure we’d be together. You had a whole other life in Camp Jupiter, and she plucked you out of there, and put you with us. It didn’t help that I was so focused on our relationship. I felt pressured to maintain a perfect romance just because my mom’s Aphrodite. To the point that I became insecure of losing you to your past life. It wasn’t right, I realize that now.” I had no idea Piper felt that way. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. I just continued to listen, and she kept on. “Did you know that my mom talked to Reyna in Charleston a few years ago? Do you know what she told her?” I recalled the memory. We were on a quest to find Imperial gold weapons, and Reyna had talked to an apparition alone, looking for information that might help us. After her encounter, she didn't act the same around me. She became guarded and distant, even more so than usual. “Reyna never told me.” “She told her, 'You will not find love where you wish or where you hope. No demigod shall heal your heart'. I don't know if it was a prophecy, or a warning, or what. But the point is: even before we met, the gods were already conspiring behind the scenes.” I stood there awkwardly, trying to process her words. Reyna was my closest friend at Camp Jupiter. She seemed to hate me at first, but she eventually warmed up to me after I rescued her pegasus Scipio from a flesh eating ghoul. We went on many quests together and spent a lot of time hanging out despite being from different cohorts. After leading the Battle of Mount Othrys, we were proclaimed as praetors – the top commanding officers of the legion. Almost everyone at camp teased us, but I just brushed them off. Back then, I was oblivious to her feelings, and she was as tight-lipped as ever. I never felt something more than friendship toward Reyna, because I respected the personal boundaries she set. I never really knew she had a crush on me until Dakota pointed it out. Since then, I kept thinking, "what if I tried seeing her in that light?" Maybe then, she could finally let her walls down, and remove that invisible armor that weighed her down. Before I could act on it though, my memory was wiped by Juno and she sent me to the Greeks. But this didn’t help me understand what Piper was trying to say. "Why are you telling me this?" "It was unfair to Reyna,” she mumbled. “And to you. I know you didn't have feelings for her before, but what if you weren't taken against your will? Your choice was taken from you. It’s like you were charmspoken. The goddesses of love and marriage no less, schemed to put us together." "That just means we have divine intervention on our side." I tried half-heartedly for a joke. She slapped me lightly on the arm, but I saw the hint of a smile in her eyes. "Leo has really rubbed off on you." The mention of Leo’s name put a damper on both our moods. Leo was our best friend, and he sacrificed his life in the battle to defeat Gaea. If the scroll that fluttered to Camp were to be believed, he’d been able to come back to life by taking the physician’s cure. Piper and I spent the whole month of August and most of September searching for him, but we had no luck. “After the war, I thought we could start over - for real, this time. We'd find Leo, spend our time at camp during the summer, go to school, and all the things teens our age do.” I heard the sorrow and longing in Piper’s voice. “I was naive for wishing all that. Leo's still missing. My dad is in debt and sick with stress. I don't like my classmates. I miss our friends. I feel alone.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Do you know what was my first thought in dealing with all those problems?” Again, I didn’t know how to respond. “You.” “Me?” It was not the answer I was expecting. “Yes, you, Jason. I wanted to spend time with you, and tell you all about my problems. Because all the time I've come to know you, you always saved the day. You always knew what to say or do to make things right for me. For us. It didn’t matter if you didn’t know the solution, you did what you could. And I love you for that.” I could hear the hurt in her voice, sharp and raw, and it cut like a razor. “But you yourself are starting a new life. I don't want to hold you back.” Tears were streaming down her eyes now. “We rushed into this relationship, thinking that our feelings were enough to sustain it. But I lost my sense of self. I thought I found it already, after everything we've been through. But this...supposedly normal life, it's different from the life we lived before. There are no magical weapons or abilities that can help. All we have is ourselves. And having had time to reflect, I didn't know myself. The normal Piper, without the charmspeak, without Aphrodite’s blessing, without – without us.” She held my gaze as she continued. “The gods have controlled our lives and made sure we'd be on the path to greatness. This path - we being a couple, had been chosen for us. Now, I want to discover my own path and stand on my own two feet. You understand, right?” I made my choice already. I chose you. But instead I found myself saying, "Yes, I do." Truly, I did. She made the same decision I did when I chose Camp Half-Blood over Camp Jupiter. I rose to the top at the Roman camp, but I lost my sense of identity doing so. Rome was about conforming to the group, the established rules and traditions. I wanted to change that and choose my own destiny, but I chafed under the pressure. It was my home; everything and everyone I cared about was there. Until I met Piper and Leo. Then I found my sister, Thalia. I learned I had a life before coming to the legion, and I could still reclaim it after everything was over. At Camp Half-Blood, I came to know myself. I didn't have to worry about my image as the son of the king of the gods. I was not just some soldier in an army, I was an individual, with my own voice and identity. That was half the reason I chose Camp Half-Blood. The other half was Piper. I looked at her, standing in front of me, wiping the tears away from her face. Gods, even when crying, she was beautiful. She set the bouquet of flowers on the ground. As she stood up, I took her in my arms and embraced her. Piper didn't care that my father was the king of the gods. She didn't care that I wasn’t the strongest or the greatest demigod. People always thought I had everything figured out, that I could do anything simply because of my parentage. I didn't want to let them down, so I gave my all even if it broke me. I created a facade of strength to reassure them. But Piper saw through me in a way nobody ever did. She saw the guy beneath all the titles, achievements, and glory. She saw the abandoned boy who felt lost and alone, fighting for a chance to build a home for himself and everyone he loved. She appreciated me for me, even if I didn't. Though we'd only known each other for less than a year, I saw my future with her. I sound like a hopeless romantic, but it's true. When we were fighting the giants in the Acropolis, with the possibility of death hanging over us, my life flashed before me. I had a vision of me and Piper telling our grandkids the story of how we fought side by side with the Olympians to defeat the forces of Gaea. Now, that vision won't ever come true. In my mind, I laughed at the irony of the situation. With Piper, I’d found myself. With me, she’d lost herself. Would I be selfish enough to take her chance at finding herself by holding on to our relationship? I want to be. But I couldn’t stand seeing her hurting like this. The answer was simple. “Pipes, more than anything, I want you to be happy, and… if that mean us breaking up, I-I'll learn to be okay with it.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as my voice cracked. “I just want you to know, all my memories of us together were real. My feelings for you are real. No amount of charmspeak or divine intervention can change that.” She nodded, openly sobbing now. I cupped her face in my hands and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. “I understand your reasons. I know you. You've always had that rebellious spirit. You want to rediscover your identity, and I know how difficult it is.” I was rambling, but I couldn’t stop the torrent of emotions from gushing out. “I still have a lot of discovering to do myself. I know you'll find what you're looking for. I would've wanted to be by your side when you reach that goal, but that doesn't matter. I just have… a request to make." She looked at me expectantly, and wiped my tears that I didn’t notice fall. “Anything.” “I don't want to get cut out of your life,” I whispered. “I know it's unfair for me to ask that of you, because you need space - ” “Jason, you didn't have to ask.” She took my hands and held it on her own. “I value our friendship more than anything. You are my best friend, and a breakup can't change that.” She pulled me into a hug, her hands clutching the nape of my neck and back, holding me tight. “Jay, thank you. For everything. You were one of the greatest things that ever happened to me.” She pulled me into a kiss. I kissed back with everything I felt for her - gratitude, affection, longing, desperation, regret - as if I wanted her to taste all those emotions in my mouth. If this is the last time I'm going to have the chance to hold her in my arms, I want to make it count. She responded with the same passion and held on tight. I wanted to stay in that moment, standing on the beach, locked in her embrace, my lips on hers, our hearts beating in the same rhythm, with nothing but the ocean and the night sky behind us. Nothing else mattered. But then she pulled away. I didn’t want to let go, but I held myself back. "I love you, Jason Grace." I love you more, Piper McLean. Saying those words should’ve been easy, but they got stuck in my throat. It didn’t seem right, and it felt like a cheap way to end a breakup. I decided I’d just settle for a goodbye. I didn’t want to go back to the McLean house for now. Mellie and Hedge would just ask us questions, and her father might be home, too. I thought of places where I could go, and found an answer. “I’ll be staying over at a friend’s house, at least for tonight. I just - I’m going to need time to process all this,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Take care, Piper.” I took one last look at her, trying to imprint her image into my sight, then turned away and walked back the way I'd come.

When I recounted what happened to Matt, he was understanding, and told me I could stay with them for as long as I needed. He didn’t push me to talk more about it and just listened, to which I was very grateful for. While we spoke, his mother prepared the guest room for me to sleep in. I thanked them for their hospitality.

Despite the comfort of the bed, I couldn’t sleep. I thought of why I couldn’t tell Piper I love her for the last time. I don’t want it to be the last. For that one moment, I didn’t want to let her go.

I’m not yet ready to say goodbye. I will continue hoping for the chance of a new start. We may have broken up, but we’re still friends. I know there will be awkwardness, and it may take time for us to heal, but I know we’ll be okay. Eventually.

Pondering about this, I came to a realization. The thing with letting go is that it actually means you’re holding on. Holding on to the hope of something better coming along. Believing that sometimes, we need to remove our attachments in order to move on to a better place. Accepting what happened in the past and being ready to see what the future holds. It’s a long, arduous process, and it certainly leaves scars – remembrances of the lessons learned.

That’s why I’m telling myself, I’m letting go of Piper. Because I’m holding on to the hope of a better future. For her. For us.

A/N: Credits to @dotshiiki for her helpful critique and suggestions about the story. It’s been a long while since I’ve written something this long. Something to note. The beach where they broke up was supposed to be just a random beach, but upon re-reading TBM, I realized it’s the same beach where Piper saw Jason’s lifeless body. I can only imagine what she felt that night.

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