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serenityseventeen · 4 years ago

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♫ Individual Members Masterlist 2:

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This masterlist does not repeat what other masterlists already have

Consists of ONESHOTS, IMAGINES, AND SCENARIOS

Stories with more than one part are in numbered order (from left → right or from top ↑ to bottom ↓)

❥ = my personal favs

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All members individually:

(1/13 requested) Vampire Boyfriend Series - what vampire!seventeen would be like as your boyfriend & as vampires in general

↳ The Letter Box

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before - inspired by "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" by Jenny Han.

You find a letter box consisting of thirteen letters you never sent to thirteen boys that you've fallen in love with and reread them.

S.coups:

↳ "Hours"

(request) both of you forget it's your birthday but he finally remembers

↳ "Because I Love You" ❥

(request) you flinch because of an argument with him and he feels guilty, telling you to slap him in return for making you flinch

↳ "Sulky" (ft. Jun & Mingyu)

(request) you visit him during practice and talk with Mingyu and Jun, causing him to get sulky and jealous

↳ "Kkeke" (ft. 1997 liners - Mingyu, DK, The8)

(request) you and Seungcheol like each other. You are friends with the 1997 line and they are always teasing you two about it. When they leave, Seungcheol confesses and asks you to date him.

Jeonghan:

↳ "Reassemble"

(request) after you flinch during an argument, he goes into the bedroom when your friends come; after your friends leave, you go to check up on him

↳ "The Other Side of the Door"

(request) Songfic: "The Other Side of the Door" by Taylor Swift - you two have an argument & you hate him but at the same time, need him so bad

↳ "Love Poem" | "Love Poem 2" (ft. Svt members)

(request) You are the princess of the Caerat Kingdom and Jeonghan is the prince of the Svuentin Kingdom. You two get arranged for marriage since birth but as the wedding day ticks closer, you find yourselves truly falling for each other.

↳ "I'm Jealous" (ft. Joshua)

(request) he gets really jealous when you get partnered up with your coworker for a three-legged race. extremely jealous.

↳ "I want to kiss you" (ft. S.Coups)

↳ "I want to kiss you, because I love you" (ft. S.Coups)

(request) you tell him that you want to kiss him seriously but you two are just friends...

Joshua:

↳ "I Like You" ❥

(request) you two are cafe workers and you like him and you finally confess to him

↳ "Gifted"

(request) you see his large hands and compare them with yours

↳ "Wonder" ❥

(Combined request) song fic: "Wonder" by Shawn Mendes - you two are friends but he keeps wondering what it's like to be loved by you, which leads to him unexpectedly kissing you

↳ "060421"

(request) you are sick and joshua takes care of you

↳ "Flutters" (ft. Svt members) ❥

(request) you and Joshua like each other but are too shy to confess. One day, you two get stuck in an art supply storage closet and slowly confess your long term crushes

↳ "Fine" ❥

(request) you break up with joshua... :(

↳ "A Sweet Winter Night" ❥

(request) it's a cold winter night and you spend it sweetly cuddling with your boyfriend while eating yummy snacks and drinking hot chocolate (ft. Your first kiss w/ him + a bit of teasing the gentle sexy)

Jun:

↳ "Just For Kisses" (ft. Woozi)

(request) because of a collab, you and jihoon have to spend a lot of time together talking about music, making your boyfriend, jun, jealous.

↳ "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" ❥

(half requested) a fluffy break-day with a clingy Moon Junhui.

↳ "From a Small Glance"

(requested) you are exhausted from performing and no one notices except jun and he gets worried

↳ "Brother"

(request) brother!jun helping you with your homework

↳ "Special Boy" (ft. Hoshi & The8)

(request) You go to Jun's dorm and help him unwind after he had a hard and long day at practice (ft. Cuddles)

↳ "It's Okay"

(request) you get into an argument with your dad on the phone and Jun calms you down

Hoshi:

↳ "Horanghae 호랑해" ❥

(request) you two argue because it seems like he likes tigers more than you

↳ "Close To You"

(request) he gets a bit jealous and protective so he becomes clingy, handcuffing you two together

↳ "Dispatch's New Year's Couple"

(request) you are the oldest in your group and care a lot for your members and is afraid of creating a scandal that could harm the group. your members and boyfriend, soonyoung, comfort you.

↳ "Moonstruck" | "Moonstruck 2"

(request) you are a servant, working as the stable girl in the kingdom of Svuentin. You're best friends with prince Chan and one day, his brother, prince Soonyoung, comes into your life and starts to like you.

↳ "Spider" (ft. SVT Perf. Unit)

(request) you are on an idol survival program and for a performance, you decide to perform 'spider' by Hoshi, not knowing that he's a guest judge. (ft. A bit of feelings being developed)

↳ "Human" (ft. The8)

(request) Soonyoung is stressed and practicing really hard so Minghao calls you to go and help calm Soonyoung down.

Wonwoo:

↳ [12:07 am] with Wonwoo

↳ "A Warmer Valentine's" ❥

Because you have no lover, you also have no plans for Valentine's day. Your friend, Wonwoo, reveals that he does have plans for the day though. The next day, on Valentine's, he shows up at your door.

↳ "Heartstrings" | "Heartstrings 2"

(request) It's 1993 and Jeon Wonwoo is forced to study classical music by his parents. He meets you, the orchestra club's double bassist and begins to love music as he learns with you. He also begins to love being with you too.

↳ "UwU"

(request) you always call him 'baby' or by his name so one day you decide to call him something new, something like "oowoo"

↳ "To My Growing Child" (ft. Mingyu) ❥

(request) you two are shopping with Mingyu and his girlfriend and Wonwoo mentions that he's glad you aren't pregnant when you secretly was (this if fluffy)

↳ "Warmth Amidst The Snowy Night" ❥

(request) it's a snowy night and he is staying over. you notice that his hands are shaking from the cold and give him a back hug to warm him up.

↳ "Goal" (ft. S.Coups)

(request) you make a goal to win in an activity but everyone but you wins in an activity so Wonwoo decides to purposely lose so that he could see you happy

↳ "Beauty of Colors" | "Beauty of Love" (ft. Mingyu)❥

(request) soulmate au: everyone is born in a black and white world until they meet their soulmate. You and Wonwoo meet and your worlds burst with color. As you two hang out, you two fall in love.

↳ "Just Friends?" ❥

(request) your friend Wonwoo has never been on a date and asks you to go on a date with him as a friend but you try to make it realistic, causing him to see you differently as a woman

↳ "Starry Sea in a Healing Cocktail" ❥ (1)

↳ "Peachy Romance by the Blossoming Waves" (2)

(request) You're on vacation in the seaside and every morning, you get tea from the lounge bar, being run by the bartender, Wonwoo. He always greets you with sweet words and asks why you aren't smiling. Now, it's your last day on vacation.

Woozi:

↳ "My My My Darling" ❥

(request) while cuddling, you tell him how much you love him

↳ "Bonkers"

(request) you two are idols and are dating; he accidentally posts a photo of you two on his public Instagram account instead of his private one

↳ "Like Father, Like Son?"

(request) dad!jihoon: he takes care of his son alone for the first time

↳ "Muse"

(request) Woozi is staying up late trying to write lyrics while he's in writer's block so you go to the studio and tell him to go to sleep, ending up with you two sleeping on the couch

↳ "Hand-obsessed"

(request) you love Jihoon's hands so you cuddle with them, hold them, kiss them, and compliment them

↳ "Your Choice"

(request) You see your ex-boyfriend again and feel a bit of longing toward him. Your current boyfriend, Jihoon, notices this and decides to tell you something.

↳ "Moonlight in Unit 0526" (1) ❥

↳ "Sunshine in Room 0922" (2) ❥

(request) Jihoon is a ghost hunter, he could see ghosts for an hour and he uses this ability to send ghosts to the spirit realm. One day, in apartment unit 0526, he meets you, a human-like ghost who's been stuck in your lonely and cold home for who knows how long.

The8:

↳ "Faults"

(requested) you and Minghao get into a sort of silent argument and you flinch when he points at your phone + both of you fluffily comforting each other afterward

↳ "Galaxy in his Eyes"

(request) being clingy and fluffy; after two weeks apart, Minghao finally comes home and is clingy and cuddly because he missed you and loves you

DK:

↳ "Crazy"

(request) you and Seokmin are friends (he has a crush on you) and he invites you couple bungee jumping

↳ "Perfect: What It Means To Be A Singer" (1)

↳ "Perfect: The Process of Becoming One" (2)

↳ "Perfect: Imperfection Makes Perfection" (3)

(request) You and Seokmin are always in singing competitions, fighting for the first place. Suddenly, one day, Seokmin asks to sing for you, changing your relationship with him.

↳ "Idyllic" ❥

(request) You and Seokmin met through a mutual friend and enjoy watching musicals together as a hobby. One day, Seokmin invites you to watch "Marie Antoinette" with him but truthfully, he wants to confirm whether or not he likes you romantically.

Mingyu:

↳ "Criminal: Ruthless" ❥

(request) mafia au: you are captured by a mafia family as a hacker and he saves you

↳ "Cool" | "Cure"

(request) mingyu x doctor!reader; he gets injured and you care for him a bit. He likes you and thinks you are cool.

↳ "Reunion"

(request) you go to a high school reunion and see your former school crush and just as you were about to leave out of boredom, he stops you and you two talk.

↳ "Little Bits"

(request) Mingyu is your boyfriend and has never kissed you longer than a peck. You ask him why.

↳ "Off To School"

(request) dad!mingyu sending his twin daughter and son to school

↳ "Do You Know My Heart?" (ft. Hoshi & Dino)

(request) You like Mingyu and you are his makeup artist. You get switched and become Seungkwan's makeup artist, causing Mingyu to realize his feelings.

↳ "Maybe I Love You" (ft. Svt members)

(request) You two are childhood best friends and he is busy with work so you hang out with the members. After promotions, he wants to hang out alone but you two end up hanging out with all of the members...

↳ "I Like You Better"

(request) Mingyu, your boyfriend, sees that you have the vocalist of a rock band you like as your lockscreen instead of him.

Seungkwan:

↳ "Second Life" (ft. Joshua) ❥

↳ "Second Life 2" (ft. Svt members) ❥

(request) reincarnation fic: You and Seungkwan are in love during the great depression but you both die in a house fire. You two get reincarnated and you remember everything but he doesn't.

↳ "Beautiful Night" ❥

(request) you write a suicide letter but stop halfway; your boyfriend, seungkwan, finds the letter and immediately goes to find you

↳ "Thrice is Fate" ❥

(request) You never have a consistent schedule when it comes to visiting the cafe. However, you meet a guy in the front of the cafe by chance, but then you meet him again by coincidence. Would you meet him for the third time?

Vernon:

↳ "Sweetest Thing" ❥| "Sweetest Thing 2" ❥

(half-request) he is being tailed by a journalist and reporter and you help him by offering some strawberries...

↳ "Care"

(request) you are not feeling well after surgery and he comes to try and take care of you but you refuse because you don't want to be a bother

↳ "Just Ask"

(request) you two go on a date and you notice that he wants to hold your hand but doesn't (he's been wanting to for the whole day)

Dino:

↳ "LOVE"

(request) Chan likes you like crazy but you don't want to love him because you think of yourself as a burden and you think that he won't like you anymore once he knows you better

↳ "The Arcade Date" ❥

(request) going on a date with your boyfriend, Chan, to the arcade, competitively playing games, and making sweet, fluffy bets

↳ "Significance" | "Significant"

(request) you never really celebrated your birthday, on your birthday one night, you meet a man who is busking and he asks if it is anyone's birthday today (February 11th).

↳ "Promise for Eternity" ❥

(request) Chan on his wedding day with you.

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inky-duchess · 5 years ago

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The Villain's Ending: How to Serve Your Villain Their Comeuppance

The Villain is one of the most important characters in your story, the driving force for everything that happens your heroes and your world. The Villain must be dealt with, we can all agree on this one point. The Villain has been tormenting our hero and they must be punished. And not by a falling brick, Dave and Dan. The audience deserves a real ending and your villain must be punished accordingly for their actions.

Punishment fits the crime/ Poetic Justic

The Villain has been cruel, they have done horrible things to our hero. The world decides to get its own back in the most ironic and poetic way possible. These endings are perhaps the most enjoyable to both read and write, they allow both you and the audience to have closure but while making echoes in the story.

Carrie is one of my favourite novels. Carrie has been pushed far past breaking point by the conclusion of her story, she has been bullied, humiliated and betrayed. Every character who has ever hurt Carrie (either physically, emotionally, mentally or spiritually) gets their just desserts. She has been tortured for her strangeness and inability to fit in... and now, her strangeness is what she wields against her villains. She destroys her bullies at the school dance (wiping them put at an event which was meant to be the happiest night of their life), getting rid of Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan, the puppeteers of her humiliation (using Chris and Billy's status symbol [the car] against them and taking control of it away from them to hurt them with it) and good ol' Mama Margaret White dies at her daughter's hands, slowing her heartbeat with her TK (Margaret is punished by her own daughter, her life taken by the gene she passed to her own daughter and via the symbol of love, a commodity she denied her own child).

Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame is a beautifully shot film and one of Disney's gems. At the film's climax, Frollo is trying to kill Esmeralda and Quasimodo atop the apex of Notre Dame. Frollo has a sword in his hand and seems to be winning, raising his sword to smite Esmeralda as she tries to help Quasimodo, reciting "And He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit!" But he has weakened the stone gargoyle he stands on and his movements cause him to fall and cling to the gargoyle as it cracks, its eyes glowing with sudden divine rage. Frollo falls backwards into the fiery blaze of Paris to his death. Justice is served.

In Game of Thrones/ASOIAF, we see this in spades. Ramsay Snow has hunted down young women in the woods with his hounds, tormented Theon Greyjoy into madness, had his stepmother and half brother fed to his hounds only minutes after the boy is born, killed his father (though this is a service to society), might have killed his own elder half brother, burned Winterfell, raped Jeyne/Sansa and being a pretty bad human being. In the show, Ramsay is fed to his own dogs while Sansa watches. Tywin Lannister has also been a terrible human being: having his son's wife raped while he watches, arranging the Red Wedding, allowing Cersei to set Tyrion up for murder, punishing Alayaya, his actions against the Reynes and Tarbecks, his terrible parenting and his general evilness. He is shot while taking a dump by Tyrion, the child he disparaged most in a rather inglorious fashion. Tywin dies leaving his dreams of dynasty to crumble, his unsavory relationship with Shae to be uncovered and humiliated after his death. The Seven were truly good that day. And not to mention Walder Frey, being served his own dead sons in a pie and killed by the daughter and sister of the woman he had slain in the very room he sits in. You can see the confusion and fear in his face as he tries to work out why this is happening, mirroring Catelyn and Robb's own horror and fear. Arya cuts his throat, echoing her mother's death.

In Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, we are introduced to the hunter Ken Wheatley. He hunts the dinosaurs, helping the main villain in rounding them up. He has a habit of collecting the teeth of the animals he hunts. He pulls out a Stegosaurus's tooth, relishing in the prize without caring for the creature's fear and pain. Wheatley tries to do the same with the Indoraptor, thinking the beast has been tranquilized but Indy was just playing. The Indoraptor bites his arm off as he tries to pull her tooth, killing him in gory glorious fashion. Indy was a very good and clever girl.

Book Ends

The Villain sometimes is treated to a walk down memory lane in their final moments. The beginning of their story is echoed in their final moments, bringing the circle to a finish and creating a nice clean break. The end feels earned in these circumstances, rounding off the arc nicely.

In Harry Potter, Voldemort fears death. He has done all he has done for his preservation and longevity. Voldemort faces off Harry in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, one on one as it had been when Voldemort stood in Harry's bedroom in Godric's Hollow. As before, the action that begun the tale ends it for Voldemort. He fires the Killing Curse at Harry and it gets turned on him. Voldemort dies simply, with no thunderous drama. He gets both his worst fears wrapped up in some poetic justice. The circle is complete.

Arya Stark faces all kinds of villains in her trek across the riverlands in A Clash of Kings. She and her gang of misfits (Gendry, Hotpie and an injured Lommy) are cornered by Lannister soldiers. The soldiers gather the gang to send them to Harrenhal. Raff the Sweetling, one of the soldiers asks Lommy "Is there something wrong with your leg, boy?" And Lommy replies, that yes he is hurt and he has to be carried. Raff stabs the boy through the throat and jokingly repeats Lommy's request. Arya encounters him again in Braavos in the Mercy Chapter of Winds of Winter. She stabs him in the thigh and feigns worry for his condition, asking him whether she should help him to the physician. Instead, Arya stabs him in the throat. The circle is complete.

Though Braveheart is a rather mixed bag of tricks, it does get this echo right. Muireann has her throat cut for both marrying without the Lord's permission and attacking the English soldier who tried to rape her. Enter William Wallace who takes on the garrison and raises the village to utterly destroy the soldiers. He marches into the Lord's fort (the place he felt safest in as Muireann did in her village and metaphorically in her marriage to Wallace) and drags the fucker to the same post he executed Muireann at, cutting the Lord's throat. The circle is complete.

In Captive Prince, the whole conflict of the series kicks off at Marlas where Damen kills the Veretian Prince in battle, brother to Prince Laurent. Kastor has taken his brother Damen's throne and forced him into slavery. Damen's opening chapter has him being readied for his ordeals in the slave's baths before being sent off to Vere to serve Laurent. Fast forward to our ending and Damen has come home for his throne. He confronts Kastor in the slave baths where Kastor tries to kill him. Laurent steps in and delivers a killing blow, killing Damen's brother as Damen killed his. Two circles are fulfilled.

In The Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus, Gaia has begun to destroy Camp Half Blood, levelling the forces of the gods and demigods. Gaia began the first first cycle of the PJO Universe by having her husband, Ouranos/Uranus killed. Gaia had Ouranos come down from his domain the sky, away from his source of power. She had him ambushed and killed, her son Kronos, the original antagonist do the deed. We fast forward to the present and Kronos has been taken down by Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter. Gaia is mad af and rises to take out the heroes. In the end, Gaia's fate is that of Ouranos, driven from her point of power, the earth and destroyed. The bookends are a couple of millennia apart but the circle is complete.

There is always somebody else.

The Villain and hero are mortal enemies. The Hero has suffered at the Villain's hand for the length of the story, battling them in tests of strength, power and wills. The Hero must over come the Villain... or do they? The Villain must be beaten, that is a fact or else the story has no purpose or no meaning. One must triumph over the other. But there is no written rule that states that it must be the protagonist who must deal the blow and here is where justice can be done for even the most minor character.

The Captive Prince series has this ending in spades. Throughout the story we are pelted with the Regent's evil actions: Hurting Erasmus, killing Laurent's horse, setting his own nephew up to be sexually assaulted and murdered at the hands of the man who killed his brother, constantly being creepy, keeping children as pets, taunting Laurent about abusing him, killing his own brother the King, ordering the death of Pashcal's brother who knew the Regent ordered the King's death, of the killing Nicaise, corrupting Aimeric and his takeover of the Kingdoms of Vere and Akielon. We spend the story waiting for his downfall, waiting for Laurent or Damen to strike the blow. But it isn't them. Instead, the Regent seems to have won, trapping both heroes. Then comes the justice. The truth comes to light. Aimeric's mother testifies against the Regent. Evidence gathered by Nicaise and Pashcal's testimony of his brother's actions both prove to be a nail in the Regent's coffin. In the end, it is the ghosts of three of the Regent's victims who beat him and drive his supporters to abandon him. The victims get the revenge, not just the heroes. It isn't an empty victory for them.

In Outlander, Claire is kidnapped and subjected to torture and abuse at the hands of Lionel and his men. He broke into her home, snatched her, beat Marsali and tortured her. When Claire is rescued by the men of the Ridge, Jamie asks her which men attacked her but she cannot recall so he has them all killed excepting Lionel that is. He is kept because of his value to his brother and Claire's belief that a patient shouldn't be harmed by the doctor. Enter Marsali. She has hurt in the kidnapping and had to watch the strongest woman she has ever known subjected to horrors. She understands Claire will not take revenge because of her Hippocratic oath but she swore no such vow. Even the speech, is striking reminding us that Claire is not just the only one has hurt. "I've been learning the art of healing. Mistress Fraser taught me well. She took an oath to do no harm... I have taken no such oath. You hurt me, you hurt my family, you hurt my ma. I will watch you burn in hell before I let you harm another soul in this house..." Also, she kills him with a syringe which is a nod to his destruction of the one at the battle with the regulators. I for one hope it hurt.

In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, we see this happen a lot. Neville takes out the sword of Gryffindor and fucking charges at Nagini, a piece of Voldemort, avenging his parents' torture and his own brutal treatment in his final year. Bellatrix has killed Sirius and Dobby, both two characters very dear to Harry and his friends. They do not get to bring her down. It is Molly Weasley who gets to do it, a mother who has lost her brother, her son and almost her world to the ideals of Bellatrix. She fucking snaps and we cheered her on.

In the Lion King, we watch waiting for Scar to get his comeuppance after he pushes his brother off a cliff, chases away his nephew and destroys the pride lands. Though Simba fights a good fight, he gets a case of Hero-itus and decides not to kill his uncle (it is a Disney movie after all) but events transpire and then Scar is trapped with the hyenas, the same hyenas he just tried to throw under the bus only a few seconds before this.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 years ago

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Hey! Do you know any royal!stiles with any ship? I just want to read him being a prince and/or a king

I got you.

I’ve Been Dreaming by 42hrb

(1/1 I 4,116 I Teen I Sterek)

The Sterek Enchanted AU no one asked for

(Welcome To) Far Far Away, or The Tale of Wolfskin and the Fox Prince by scarlettletterr

(4/4 I 14,716 I General I Sterek)

There's a wolf sleeping in the cabin on the outskirt of Beacon Hills, and a fox in the Prince's chambers. This is a tale of magic, of lemon cakes, and oblivious idiots falling in love in the country of Far Far Away.

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aka. A Fairy Tale AU where Derek is Donkeyskin and Stiles is Fiona but also Aurora.

Prince of the Dead by GrimReaperlover11

(17/? I 39,111 I Teen I Sterek)

Persephone always wanted a child but hasn't been able to conceive with her husband Hades. However one day a seer tells her that she will finally be blessed with a child.

Many years pass until one spring as she strolls through a forest she comes across an abandoned infant. Taking this child to her husband the two Gods decide that they will become the parents of this mortal child fulfilling the prophecy.

Follow Stiles as he grows up in the underworld being raised as the child of the king of the underworld and the queen of springtime. witness as he tries to form bonds with mortals once he reaches the age of eighteen.

*I suck at summaries but trust me...i think you'll like it*

Missing Son of Beacon by mrdcoolblue

(4/4 I 41,298 I Teen I Sterek)

Sensing Stiles’s obvious discomfort, Peter used one well manicured hand to open a file folder in front of him and gleefully asked, “Shall I read to you these anomalies?”

“Please don’t,” Stiles begged.

Peter ignored him and slid the papers closer to read them. “Stiles McCall. Eighteen years old. Resident of Beacon Hills. Supposedly arrested for—” He hesitated with a quirk of his mouth.

“Possession,” Stiles groaned.

Peter downright leered. “What was that, Mr. McCall?” He was enjoying this way too much.

“Possession of sick abs,” Stiles finished, feeling miserable.

. . .

Beacon has three ruling families: the Martins, the Argents, and most importantly the Hales. No one really talks about the Stilinskis—who used to rule over them all—since Queen Claudia tragically died in a fire eight years ago and her only heir, Prince Mieczysław, went missing.

Of course, royal drama and unsolved arson cases were far from Stiles’s mind when he arrived at school with his brother Scott and best friend Danny like it was just a normal day. That is, until representatives from the royal palace show up looking for something.

Like Heaven Catching Lighting by weathervaanes

(1/1 I 41,519 I Explicit I Sterek)

Prince Stiles of Cor has always known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was never truly going to marry for love. Fighting it has only made it worse. Now, presented with a choice between two children of the Hale family of Ignis, Derek and Cora, he must make the decision to determine who will rule by his side. If only it were that simple.

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“Tell me,” he says, taking a drink. “If your sister does accept me as her husband, would you be pleased for her fortune or yours?”

Derek sets down the pitcher and moves further into the room, removing his vest and setting it over a chair. “I don’t believe that’s a fair question. If she finds happiness in your kingdom, by your side, of course I’ll be pleased for her.”

“And relieved, I imagine.”

Derek turns, arms crossed over his chest. “Would you be?”

A Devotion by TroubleIWant

(9/9 I 77,076 I Mature I Sterek)

There’s a boy exiting the doors as they approach. Where Derek is tan from hours outside, the boy is pale except for a few beauty marks on one cheek. He’s dressed in fine riding clothes, and flanked by a guard wearing the sign of the royal house. A noble, then. He’s younger than Derek, but, considering his higher station, a bow would be appropriate. Despite that, Derek can’t help looking curiously at the boy, who’s looking back at Derek with just as much interest. For a moment, their eyes meet - the boy’s are a deep amber in the sunlit courtyard, ringed by long, tawny lashes.

A gloved hand smacks the back of Derek’s head and he instinctively flinches away, hunching his shoulders. He loses track of the other boy as they pass one another, and as he turns to get another look, the knight grabs his shoulder and marches him forward into the stable.

“Keep your eyes to yourself,” the knight instructs. “And next time, show the proper respect to Crown Prince Stiles.”

Or: A medieval AU that's a little Princess Bride, a little bit more Game of Thrones, and a healthy side-serving of gay erotica.

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(10/10 I 79,151 I Explicit I Sterek)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate��are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

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"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

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The Nine Realms of Westeros are united under the rule of King John Baratheon I. However, even in times of peace there is strife to be found. Bloody Civil Wars are being waged within houses; alliances are being forged through the back channels of Westeros; the ever present conflict between the Reach and Dorne is continuing to escalate; and the Targaryens are as mad as ever. One has to wonder what event will trigger the hairpin that is holding this strenuous peace together, and if one will still find a stag seated on the Iron Throne when the dust settles.

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Rewriting The CW's Kung Fu, Part 1: The Characters

Hello. I've written a few posts complaining about how The CW's Kung Fu was written and plotted. So instead of just complaining, I decided to do something productive: I'm going to rewrite the show.

This will be the first part in an eight-part series that would detail the things, I think, could've made the first season much stronger in terms of story-telling and character-building. Do take note that I will be writing this for The CW's target market: teens to young adults who are looking for both entertainment and representation.

Before we start with the story, let us first start with re-configuring the characters.

NICKY SHEN, mid to late 20s. The eldest daughter of first-generation immigrants, she feels pressured into following the path made for her by her parents. She carries a lot of guilt, having seen her parents struggle to raise her and her siblings in a land that's not always welcoming to foreigners--and then running away when she felt like she no longer had control over her life. She has spent the last three years in a monastery where her days are spent training in the martial arts, meditating, and farming. Upon her return home, she doesn't know what her place is in the world--and in her family--anymore.

HENRY YAN, mid to late 20s. A martial arts instructor at the Chinese community center, he becomes intrigued by Nicky's unique background and insight into their community. A working student, he has only recently continued his collegiate studies because of a checkered past he needed to deal with, as well as his family's financial struggles. He feels like he has a lot to prove because of people's preconceptions of who he is, based on what he had to do to survive.

EVAN HARTLEY, mid to late 20s. A San Francisco Assistant District Attorney, he is Nicky's best friend from childhood to law school. He is part of a hiring initiative that prioritizes people who can speak in multiple languages, and gets assigned many cases that come from Chinatown. He has recently proposed to his girlfriend, a fellow classmate of his and Nicky's from law school, thinking he has finally moved on from being left behind by the woman he loved three years ago...and then she, Nicky, comes back into his life.

RYAN SHEN, mid-20s. Nicky's younger brother who has just recently finished his internship at a local hospital; he is currently working as a resident physician at the same hospital he interned for--while volunteering his free time at the Chinese community center's free clinic. He is gay but has yet to tell his parents the truth, blaming Nicky for abandoning him when he was just about to confess. (Yes, I put him back in the closet for storytelling purposes.)

ALTHEA SHEN, mid-20s. Nicky's younger sister has put her career on hold to get married to her high school sweetheart. A sought-after computer engineer, Althea has surprised everyone--her parents included--when she suddenly gave up her high-ranking position at Cloudrush Capital to focus on her wedding. She is the most adjusted and mature out of the Shen siblings, seeing as her parents didn't have as much expectations from her as they did Nicky and Ryan.

SHEN MEI-LI, late 40s to early 50s. Nicky's mother comes from a very strict family and this has made her guarded with her emotions. She is very protective of her children and will do anything to keep them safe--including hide parts of her history she thinks will lead them astray. She works as the manager of Happy Dumplings, the restaurant she built with her husband Jin.

SHEN JIN, early to mid 50s. Nicky's father immigrated to San Francisco when he was a young man, inspired by the American Dream. He has a go-getter attitude which was further bolstered when he married Mei-Li, pushing him to move on from being a line cook at a faux-Chinese fast food chain to opening his own restaurant. Having been denied of better opportunities, he works hard to make sure that his children never has to face the same challenges he had in the past.

Okay, those are just broad strokes of who the characters are when the story begins. I've upgraded Evan to becoming an actual main character with a romantic subplot with Nicky since, if I'm not mistaken, that was the intention when they introduced him in the pilot. I've also downgraded Pei-Ling Zhang, Nicky's mentor to a recurring character--who we will get to now:

ZHANG PEI-LING, early 40s. A female monk at a Shaolin monastery, Pei-Ling helps Nicky escape from an arranged-marriage "love" tour by allowing her to hide in her truck. Pei-Ling is in charge of the martial arts training at the monastery, teaching her students that to keep a strong hand steady, one must also have a strong heart.

ZHANG ZHI-LAN, mid to late 30s. A businesswoman whose worldwide travels hide an international hunt for eight mystical weapons that would give the collector untold powers. She is Pei-Ling's sister who holds a lot of resentment because of the way their family broke apart. She keeps a cold and calculating facade to keep people away from her, afraid of being vulnerable enough to get emotionally hurt again.

DENNIS SOONG, mid 20s. Althea's fiancée who is the heir apparent of the Soong business empire. He has the practiced charm of a high school outcast who was slow to grow into his looks; although he became part of the popular crowd by the time he graduated, he never forgot the people who treated him as an equal back when he was a societal pariah. He is also a loving son, brother, and husband-to-be.

JOE HARPER, mid to late 20s. A freelance graphic artist who uses his talents, and his gift of gab, to fight for human rights. He is passionate, headstrong, and he never backs down from a challenge.

CHLOE SOONG, late teen. Dennis's younger sister who has fallen in with a bad crowd of bored rich teens. She feels out-of-place in her parents' perfect world, which draws her towards Nicky--who identifies with her plight to break out of the mold assigned to her.

SABINE SMITH, mid to late 20s. A classmate of Nicky's and Evan's from law school, Sabine is Evan's fiancée. She is nurturing and helpful, she is the one who pushes Evan to help Nicky settle back into her San Francisco life--not realizing she is also pushing Evan's feelings for Nicky back into the picture.

KERWIN TAN, late 20s to early 30s. A young socialite who becomes part of Nicky and Zhilan's race to find the eight mythical weapons of power. He is the youngest son of a business tycoon, Raymond Tan, who is also interested in collecting the weapons. He resents the competitive upbringing his father has given him and his siblings, which makes him decide to also join the hunt for the weapons.

MEI-XUE, late 40s. Mei-Li's younger sister, she ran away from home after discovering their family's warrior lineage--wanting to be the one to find the mythical weapons so she could keep them from falling into the wrong hands. In her journey to find the weapons, she discovers more about the power they can wield--which scares her into hiding in the mountains of Canada, with the help of a rich friend she made in her journeys.

STANLEY ANG, early 30s. He is an original character that I wanted to include for additional Chinese diversity. The only son of an old couple who were Mei-Li's friends before she migrated. He is intelligent, very savvy, but isn't very fluent in English. He works as a software developer for a programming company who had him (and his parents) move to their US office so he could oversee the projects he manages better.

Kung Fu has a few more important characters they introduce, but I'm staying with the ones who will make an impact to the story I'm rewriting.

If you've read my past gripes about the show, you would know that I don't like the fact that Zhi-lan (and Kerwin, later on) was shoved into our throats even when their storylines didn't need to be told. That opinion remains. But it doesn't change the fact that they do make an impact to the story--especially with the finale the show left us with. So they're retaining their recurring status in my rewrite.

And this is where we end for now. In the next post, I will be rejigging the pilot to better set-up who Nicky is and what her relationships are at the start of the series.

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Hey, I’m just spitballing and you guys are more than welcome within reason to correct/disagree with me but doesn’t Sango owe Sesshomaru a life debt for sparing Rin’s life? Like, granted Naraku was a dick and really decided to use Miroku’s life as a bargaining chip and my poor baby had just gotten her brother back and I am getting off topic. So Sesshomaru wants an heir. Rin is not a worthy candidate because that’s his ward and not matter how much he wants to name her heir, he knows it’s won’t be accepted or supported. His mother off handedly makes a comment about taking a page out of his father’s book and have a hanyou. He laughs it off and dismisses the idea. This Sesshomaru have a half human heir? The very idea hurts his pride. Days pass, soon weeks and months. He goes to Kaede’s village to see Rin and catches a scent. Inuyasha and Kagome are expecting. It’s not that far along, and fresh. A week or two. The very notion of this just hurts his pride more. His half brother is expecting a child before him. Rin finds him while playing with one of Sango and Miroku’s daughters (let’s call her Hana; named after Sango and Kohaku’s mother). He takes one look at this small child, no older than five years old, and an idea hits him. The slayer. Now some points:

Sango refuses flat out at first. She’s happily married and has her children.

Miroku is definitely not on board. If he still has his Kazaana, Sesshomaru would have gotten a good threat from the monk.

While Kagome isn’t onboard either, she does think about it. She mostly wants to know if Sesshomaru’s child would have dog ears like Inuyasha.

Inuyasha? He is seconds away from lobbing off Sesshomaru’s head for his friends. Who the hell does this bastard think he is?

Oddly, the only ones either okay with the idea are Rin and Kohaku. Granted, Kohaku isn’t fully okay with it. He’s more on the fence, but it makes Rin happy.

By the time Kagome realizes she’s pregnant, it’s been two weeks, so she is also a month pregnant. Inuyasha is freaking the hell out because it’s his first pup and he has no idea how to be a father.

While Sesshomaru has yet to visit, his mother has. She’s come to give some acknowledgement to her ex-lover’s grandchild. During her visit, she catches sight of Sango with her son and sees some semblance of Izayoi and laughs.

Like father, like sons.

She approaches the slayer, and while Sango isn’t afraid to glare a a daiyokai in the face, she does keep a protective stance over her son. Inukimi asks her one simple question:

“Do you value your family, slayer?”

Sango knows a threat when she hears one. And so does a passing Inuyasha. He’s about to say something when Sango asks him to take care of her son. She goes off with Inukimi. They converse and by the end of that conversation, Sango has agreed.

Miroku is not happy. He’s downright furious. Rightfully so because it’s his wife, the mother of his children, giving herself over to Sesshomaru.

Their children are confused as to why their mama is going away for a while. Sango promises to see them again. She leaves with a heavy heart. Kagome and Inuyasha talk with Miroku best they can, but he’s just as hurt as Sango.

Months pass, soon Kagome is due to give birth. Moroha is born on the night of a new moon, the exact opposite of her father. Her parents adore her.

Two months later, Inuyasha meets with Sesshomaru on the edge of the village. Sango has given birth to twins girls; Sestuna and Towa. Inuyasha asks him if he got what he wanted and if it was worth possibly tearing apart a marriage.

Sesshomaru finds the question meaningless. There was no feelings between him and Sango. She owed him and he came to call upon it.

Another month passes before Sango returns. Hana, her sister and brother are happy to see her. Her girls have grown and her son had started to really take after his father. The sight of her children brings her to tears.

Kohaku is the one to take them back to the hut while Miroku and Sango talk. There’s a long silence, some passive anger but they talk it out. They both agree that this was hard, and Sango is still in pain from the birthing. But by evening, they’ve aired out grievances.

It takes a year for their marriage to get back on track. Two years before her daughters are old enough to want to really train with their uncle Kohaku.

Sesshomaru visits one day, to see Rin. He leaves not that long after with her. The twins want to see their older sister.

Sestuna resembles Sango the most. Towa is her father in all but personality. Rin is rather shocked but says nothing when they ask about their mother. The story is she died in childbirth. Sesshomaru refuses to answer any more questions and Rin has vowed to not say a word to them unless it is of life and death.

The twins do wonder what happened. But neither say a word to their father or grandmother. Jaken occasional mutters about a “foolish woman” but they always assume he is being mean to Rin.

A new evil arises. Something happens to the main group and the children are left to be raised by an older Shippou and Rin. Kohaku has been away rebuilding the demon slayer village. Hana and her sister train with their uncle while their brother is raised with Moroha.

When news that the Western Lands has fallen, Rin is hysteric. Her father, her siblings, Jaken and Ah-Un. Were they dead? Kohaku is the one to go and check. The Western Lands has been scorched to the ground but he sees no sight of Sesshomaru and the others. One the way back to the village, he finds a crying child.

His heart skips when he looks upon her face. A little girl of four years old with frightened golden eyes and short black hair. But all he can see is a young Sango. It’s there on the tip of his tongue; “Ane-ue?”

Sestuna has never seen this man before, but he smells like Rin. He smells sweet like flowers. He smells like Towa.

He reminds her of the woman’s voice she hears every night as she closes her eyes.

“I could never hate you two. You’re just as beautiful as your siblings.”

Just warning y’all, I have other headcanons. But this was just something I laid out to a friend because we wanted some answers.

#hanyo no yashahime #headcanon #inuyasha #sango #sesshomaru

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HOW JONSA HAPPENED IN 8X2 WITHOUT US REALIZING IT

EDIT: Clearly the show proved me wrong by ep.4, but i refuse to delete this post because I still think it makes more sense than to believe they didn’t talk before the battle. Also, their consummation before the NK’s attack is one of my old theory from the books, so let’s see if this will turn out to be an Easter Egg… By the way, thank you all for your likes and comments!

So, I finally had a rewatch of episode 2 and I really can’t believe how badly we’ve been tricked... right in front of our own eyes… This is THE Jonsa episode, and they hid it behind the omage to all the characters.

Buckle up now and let’s start from where they left, namely Sansa posing a question:

While the camera closes up to Jon we hear a door opening: it is the link to the next scene with Jorah and Dany, but also, as by now we are all accustomed to, it is symbolic, because the last time we saw a door opening was on that boat.

What is clear here, is that Sansa knows what they’re doing, to Jon’s dismay because I suppose he was sure he was hiding it well… That’s why he swallows, that’s why he looks guilty, almost like a lover caught cheating. So if you think he doesn’t answer her, you are wrong, because the door is open now, and he can’t just close it and pretend nothing happened.

And I’d go as far as to say that here they’re also acknowledging the tension between them, which they never address but that we’ve been told they have been skirting around since season 7, so they know it’s there: she has teary eyes and is heartbroken, he looks guilty and he's heartbroken too because she is hurt. The door is definitely open.

So, excluding the possibility that he lies to her face since it’d go against what they showed of their relationship in the episode, especially in this scene (if you think he lies when he says SHE’LL BE A GOOD QUEEN, that’s not a lie, and if you listen carefully to Jon’s mind, what he adds is a loud I’LL MAKE CERTAIN OF THAT…), we have only two options:

- he tells her that he’s not in love with D, implying that he’s just sleeping with her and that that has not clouded his judgment;

- he tells her about political Jon.

The opening of ep. 2 gives us the answer:

Sansa is upset for what happened with Jaime of course, but Brienne vouched for him, her own mother had trusted him… Her reaction is mostly of disrespect towards Daenerys, which means that she still doesn’t know the truth and so she is angry both because she’s in love and because she still believes Jon doesn’t think straight. How else could it be? She read this Queen at first glance, why didn’t he do the same? If she is an ally, why did he bend the knee? And if she’s a good queen, why does she acts like… that?

Since it’s been established that Sansa is clever, and knowing she trusts him and has faith in him, as she confirmed to him, the only reason why she can’t make sense of that, is that her mind is full of love and jealousy and anger and hurt and she can barely contain it in front of her.

And then comes this beautiful played moment between her and Daenerys.

As many of you already discussed, this is when Sansa finally can put two and two together, when finally everything makes sense. And you can see all the emotions displayed on her face: she is happy and relieved because Jon is not in love, he’s not been manipulated, he is the manipulator. But most importantly, she’s proud, which is something we have to take into consideration to understand what’s about to happen, because it means, especially after that impossible level of tension in the office, that now we should expect Sansa to go straight to talk to him: they are too straightforward with each other to avoid confrontation, more than that they need it. And she needs it immediately because of what she feels. And once this truth is out, do you think Jon would be able not to tell her about his real parents? Not a chance! And if the last barrier between them falls, after what we saw in the office scene, what do you think will happen?

And the confrontation does in fact happen, they simply don’t show it to us, preferring toast to them with clues spread all over the episode, following their usual favourite shock value path.

Starting from the war council: if you look attentively, you’ll notice that not once, not even for a tiny beat, Jon and Sansa look at each other.

In the first episode we’ve been shown this

and this

and this,

nevertheless, not once they look at each other during the entire scene.

Jon looks at Bran and Arya, Sansa looks at Bran and, completely ignoring Jon next to her, she looks at Arya, but they don’t look at each other and they don’t talk to each other. It makes sense if we assume that Jon, knowing he’s not her brother, the last wall helping him keeping a minimum distance, is embarrassed to look at her. But Sansa? She’s not angry anymore, we saw she’s proud, and she understands now that everything he did is for the North, so why wouldn’t she look at him?

And they are both hiding something: Jon has his gloves on and Sansa has the same posture she had with D, with her arms crossed behind her back. At a certain point Jon even seems to turn to her but immediately stops himself like he is about to do something he shouldn’t do. Why?

Also, they’re always blocked together, establishing that they are indeed a couple, but while in the Great Hall their chairs were practically glued together, and in the office they end up very close, here there’s always a safe little distance between them.

And then this happens:

This is the most close to “looking at each other” they do, and it’s subtly. Jon’s saying:

”LET’S GET SOME REST.”

Do you see Sansa carefully looking at him out of the corner of her eye? I say that she’s thinking of whatever they are going to do, except rest, in the Lord’s chambers…

Do you think I’m seeing things? Look at the boldness of D&D&co, what they shamelessly show us:

The Bear has entered the Castle!

This is not the right post to talk about it, but yeah, the bear is Jon.

Now let’s go back to the previous scenes to search for the hints, thanks to the other characters, of what happened after S&D little chat.

THEON AND SANSA REUNION:

If you think this is framed as romantic you are absolutely right, but it’s not forshadowing a love story between them, this is both a reminder of Castle Black reunion and a preview of what will happen the moment Sansa will be with Jon, far away from our eyes: a new reunion after she found out the truth, and it’s not a case that this hug resembles the one we all remember, with Theon being a stand in for Jon, like many times in the books and the show too.

Actually, Theon has one of the best political Jon forshadowing that we had on screen. Do you remember when he returns home by ship? He has sex with the Captain’s daughter and she falls in love with him. But he’s only using her, he even tells her that she could be pregnant with his child, a king’s bastard son. Then he arrives at Pyke and his sister is waiting for him…

TORMUND AND JON REUNION:

This is another enactment of Jon and Sansa reunion, from Jon’s pov this time: Tormund, a tall red head, hugs him and calls him LITTLE CROW, and you remember that S&D joked about his short height, right? Then Jon tells him HE THOUGHT HE LOST HIM because the Wall has fallen, or the door has been opened in our case; also, KH is purposefully staring at Tormund’s lips!

But happily reunion apart, there is more: Jon changed his jacket. This happened in episode 1 too, establishing a precedent: after having sex at the Waterfalls, he changes his clothes before going to talk to Sansa. And I think the same thing happened here, only he changed his clothes after talking to Sansa… plus, do you see how ill-fitting and consumed the jacket is?

This is not the only time we see something like this, and there is a reason here too: I believe this is Ned’s (it doesn’t look like the one he wore in ep.1), and probably Sansa gave it to him after he told her about his parents, not to let him forget who made him the man he is or doubt who he is, a Stark.

GREY WORM AND MISSANDEI

There are many gifs with good parallels to Jonsa, plus they had sex for the first time before a battle. Here GW performs his version of Jon’s I’LL PROTECT YOU, just in case we forgot: “My people will protect you”.

ARYA AND GENDRY REUNION:

The parallel between these two couples has been established in the first episode

but here they go even further, because before having sex Gendry reveals to Arya who his real father is. Could it be more obvious?

JAIME KNIGHTING BRIENNE WITH HIS SWORD:

I remember many gifs paralleling them to Jon and Sansa, and they are all valid, but in the books there is an important moment that helps us understand better what we have here: when they were going to King’s Landing they had a sword fight. J cut B with his sword on her “upper thigh” and a “red flower blossomed”. The scene is described with a double meaning, alluding at J breaking her maidenhead with his “sword”.

Jaime using his sword to knight B has a sexual innuendo, and if you have any doubt, you should remember what Tormund says, and the expression on his face:

“I’M NO KING, BUT IF I WERE, I’D KNIGHT YOU TEN TIMES OVER”

Well, that’s exactly what King Jon and Sansa are doing right now!

JENNY OF OLDSTONE

I think we all know that this is a reference to Sansa and to what will happen to her and Jon, but let me add something about her leather dragonfly outfit: for those of you who don’t know, in the books Jon’s LONGCLAW has a virgin leather grip (Sansa is still a maid in the books, thanks to God no marriage with Ramsey there) and it is sheathed in leather… I don’t think I need to explain why they chose this particular episode to have Sansa covered in leather.

(gif by @lokispells)

Now, there are some other clues, and there is a big one too, but first I need to tell you other things that I hadn’t planned to and that requires me more time. Is it conclusive enough what I got you here? I hope so...

Thanks for listening.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #political jon #jonsa meta #sansa stark #jon snow #got #got8 #8x02 #my meta #mine #JONSA TALES #SORRY TO YOU ALL #I KNOW THIS IS VERY BADLY WRITTEN #FEEL FREE TO RED PEN ME #I'LL BE HAPPY TO EDIT

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fenriael · 5 years ago

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Too Much Information: Character Interview - Valien Gelus

Thank you for tagging me, @sheirukitriesfandom! I really enjoyed reading about your Rashkan. I was a bit delayed filling this out because of RL, but I had good fun doing this (I hope I filled it out right, it was my first time doing one of these things XD).

I chose Valien, one of my favourite ESO OCs. Valien is my Altmer ice battle mage, and his other half is Kathariel, a half Altmer, half Bosmer priestess of Auri-el with an affinity for fire magic. They are the pair currently featuring in my blog’s banner together in the snow :)

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A tall, relatively broad-shouldered Altmer gentleman of advancing years whose golden face carries scars from many battles. His long, sleek, silver-white hair is carefully tied back, but hangs loose at the shoulders. His robes are simple, but elegant, charcoal grey with pale blue accents. He wears a sword at his side and a faint icy chill permeates the air as he studies you piercingly with pale grey eyes.

Name -> “Lord Valien, of the house of Gelus.”

“We are called the house of Gelus because it is said we are born with ice in our veins,” Lord Valien explains, lifting his hand in explanation as frost slowly creeps from the tips of slender golden fingers to the wrist. He smiles thinly. “There is, as with all good family stories, a modicum of truth to be found in those tales.”

Are you single? -> Valien leans back in his chair, raising an eyebrow.

“A curious question. I have in recent years found myself fortunate enough to spend my time with a most wonderful young woman by the name of Kathariel,” he explains with a slight smile, although it then fades a little.

“I am, of course, still married. It was an arranged affair, as is often the case for important marriages in Altmer society. While we found each other’s company agreeable at first, as the years passed, we became rather…well, different people, shall we say.” Valien smiles ruefully. “Despite how some of our people may speak, just because the star alignments or family pedigree predict an auspicious marriage, does not mean it will be so.”

“We are, however, still on cordial terms, although we find that maintaining a certain degree of distance has aided in producing a suitable working partnership for the purpose of maintaining strong family alliances.”

Are you happy? -> “In recent years, yes, very much so. It was not always the case, however.”

Are you angry? -> “I am I an angry person? No, not as such. But in the past, some bitterness on my part resulted in the unfortunate habit of distancing myself from those I should have shown more affection for,” he explains quietly, appearing more than a little uncomfortable. “In addition, I am not known to suffer fools terribly well,” he then adds more convivially, and gives a rueful chuckle. “The soldiers formally under my command would likely attest to that! But I think most would have agreed not unfairly so, under the circumstances. I hope so, at any rate.”

Are your parents still married? -> “No, not anymore, but that is perhaps unsurprising given my age.”

NINE FACTS

Birth Place? -> “My family’s main estate, nestled in the foothills of Eton Nir.”

Hair Colour? -> Silver-white.

Eye Colour? -> Pale grey-blue, comparable to the pallor of the clouds before a snowstorm.

Birthday? -> “I was born early in the month of First Seed, under the sign of the Lord, and incidentally when the first of the snowdrops had begun to bloom that year. In terms of age, I can tell you to begin with that I am more than old enough to recall Master Vanus Galerion forming that troublesome mages guild of his,” Valien grumbles good-naturedly. “Will that suffice?”

Mood?-> “I think I most likely covered this above?”

Gender? -> “Male.”

Summer or winter? -> Valien’s mouth twitches upwards in amusement. “I would have thought the answer to that question obvious. Winter, of course. Though,” he then adds, expression softening. “There is something also to be said for the summer also is there not? After all, my beloved would say there is room in our lives for all seasons equally, and I daresay she is correct.”

Morning or afternoon?-> “I prefer being up early. I do rather dislike any day that I am being unproductive in. Although, Kathariel is very fond of reminding me I should be more restful.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love? -> “I believe I have mentioned Kathariel already?” Valien replies with slight smile. “She was a priestess in a monastery of Auri-el that I was brought to after sustaining some quite severe injuries. Later, she was instrumental in aiding my binding ritual to finally put to rest the evil that had left me with the injuries in the first place. I would not have survived either ordeal without her. She chose to leave the monastery to join my household afterwards, and has been part of my life ever since.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? ->“I think love at first sight is a concept best left to the young and foolishly impulsive,” Valien replies, frowning slightly. “Although,” he then adds after a pause, “I must say, from the day I met Kathariel she stood out in my mind; it has not forgotten her since. So perhaps I should not be quite so quick to dismiss such notions.”

Who ended your last relationship?-> “With my wife? We grew apart, or perhaps I should say the differences that were always between us grew more and more apparent as the years went by.”

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? -> “I highly doubt it.” He replies bluntly. “What is your next question?”

Are you afraid of commitments? -> Valien’s eyes narrow slightly, and then he sighs heavily. “I am…hesitant to dedicate myself to partnerships unless the person in question is truly of a like mind to my own. I spent too many years in the unfortunate company of politically-motivated sycophants whose only interest was in my family bloodline. It was a most wearying state of affairs.”

Have you hugged someone within the last week? -> Valien reaches down and scratches the head of a young griffin draped across his feet, snoring gently. “Why yes, of course,” he replies with a chuckle, indicating the feathered creature with amusement.

Have you ever had a secret admirer? -> “Not that I am aware of.”

Have you ever broken your own heart? -> Valien shifts slightly in his chair. “Perhaps we should move onto the next question, yes?”

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust? -> “Why not both?”

Lemonade or iced tea? -> “I’m very fond of teas, either hot or cold.”

Cats or Dogs? -> “As a general rule I find animals of any type far more agreeable than most mer I encounter.”

A few best friends or many regular friends? -> “I cannot say I know many whom I would consider to be close friends, in truth. But there is Kathariel, of course; there is also my youngest brother who, despite his unnatural and frankly unsettling love of opera music and his utterly mistaken belief that he is capable of singing, has time and time again provided most trustworthy and sensible council in my travels.”

“At one time I would have also considered my middle brother a friend also, but I fear that time has since past. He was formally a revelator-naganwe, a death seer, but in his grief he found himself reaching for magics he should not have reached for, and performing experiments that crossed too many lines. He chose to distance himself from the rest of the family to avoid ill-will to befall our household; Altmer society is not forgiving of Graxifalas – disgraceful - behaviour.”

Wild night out or romantic night in? -> “I prefer quiet evenings. I am not one for excessive drink or large gatherings.”

Day or night? -> “Day or night? That would depend,” he replies with a smirk, “on the nature of the activities in mind.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out? -> Valien scoffs at the question. “Not since I was a lot younger and a lot more foolish than I am now.”

Fallen down/up the stairs? -> “If there are no witnesses then it did not happen, correct?”

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? -> “Most certainly.”

Wanted to disappear? -> “Oh yes, quite frequently,” Valien mutters sullenly. “From court banquets, the many social gatherings my wife enjoys hosting in our halls, from any event whatsoever that claims to be held in celebration of my name day.” He sighs despairingly. “Did I mention I was not terribly fond of social gatherings?”

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes? -> “It seems a pity to choose, when both can be so enrapturing.”

Shorter or Taller? -> “Well, I cannot say I have a personal preference. Kathariel is however noticeably shorter than myself, being that I am taller than average and she is of part Bosmeri heritage.”

Intelligence or Attraction? -> “Intelligence, certainly. I would not wish to be involved with someone who I could not have a lively debate with.”

Hook-up or Relationship? -> “I cannot say I enjoy casual dalliances by any means. “

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along? -> “I believe I have already explained my relationship to my wife.” Valien pauses slightly. “As for my son and daughter, I have always loved them greatly, though I fear they regarded me as rather a distant figure in their youth. I have tried to make amends for this more recently. I also have a young granddaughter, and she is the apple of my eye, so to speak.”

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? -> “Not particularly. At times complicated, however, but then that is true of many people’s lives.”

Have you ever run away from home? -> “There were many years I chose to spend away from my household in my role as a battle-reeve, and so in a manner of speaking, yes. There were times when I should have returned home, but I did not. I believed that the work I was doing would benefit them undoubtedly more than my presence at home would. Now my children are fully grown, and I regret that choice greatly. We have at least, had the opportunity to grow closer of late, and for that I am most grateful. ”

Have you ever gotten kicked out? -> “I have not.”

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends -> “Certainly not?”

Do you consider all of your friends good friends -> “Yes, of course.”

Who is your best friend -> “My beloved Kathariel.”

Who knows everything about you -> “Kathariel, undoubtedly,” he replies with a slight smile. “I never expected to find someone who I would share my life with in such a way, but it has been a blessing indeed.”

I think I’m now supposed to tag more people now If I understand correctly? @mutantenfisch, @forevervobla @taergalive, @sadmagecentral I hope it’s ok if I tag you all (not sure about the etiquette for this kinda thing)?

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Hey, sorry, too lazy to login. But I wanted to ask a question- how would you describe Reed’s relationship with Johnny? I saw someone saying he didn’t like Johnny, and that Johnny was disposable to him. I actually thought they had a really close relationship, so was curious as to what your opinions are. :)

Yes, you would be right. Johnny and Reed are incredibly close. They’re family, for starters. Reed is and always has been the closest thing Johnny’s ever had to a father, and Reed, similarly, sees Johnny as his son. Honestly, Franklin isn’t Reed’s oldest child – Johnny is. Reed took over the responsibilities of being Johnny’s father the second he met him (he saw a fatherless child and just… stepped into the role of his dad because he saw Johnny needed it). He treats Johnny very much like he treats all of his children – he guides, supports, praises, encourages, and advises him, and he lectures Johnny patiently when Johnny makes mistakes or behaves irresponsibly. But I think there’s a lot of pride there on Reed’s side whenever Johnny behaves like the kind, responsible, heroic man Reed’s spent years encouraging Johnny to become (and also Sue, of course, who is Johnny’s main parental figure). Reed is Johnny’s role model and mentor in a lot of ways, and Johnny completely adores him. Johnny clearly sees Reed as being everything he wants to be someday – a loving husband, a caring father, a good friend and brother, beloved, popular, and respected and taken seriously by the world at large. Reed, for his part, has been letting Johnny help him in his lab since Johnny was at least fifteen, he worries about Johnny’s well-being, he gives him advice and guidance, helps him play pranks on Ben, takes him out on adventures, looks after him, etc.

I think you also have to consider how the large age gap between Reed and Johnny impacts their relationship. Initially, from 1961-1985, Reed was 25 years older than Johnny (Johnny was 15, Reed 40 when the rocket crash happened). Reed was literally old enough to be Johnny’s father. In 1985, Byrne retconned it so that Reed was about 13 years older than Johnny, meaning that Johnny was no more than 5-6 years old when he met Reed for the first time. Practically still a baby. Most recently, Fraction retconned it so that Reed is only ~9 years older than Johnny, so Johnny was about 10 when they met. Johnny has always been just a child when Reed met him for the first time, and that’s very much affected the way Reed sees him – as a little boy who needs to be protected, encouraged, and guided. Reed’s frequently been shown worrying about Johnny’s well-being, his mental health, what will become of him, etc., the way one would about their children. He does occasionally get frustrated with Johnny when Johnny behaves irresponsibly, but he’s mostly very proud of the man (and hero) Johnny’s become, and he goes out of his way to tell Johnny so since he knows how insecure Johnny is.

Johnny, in return, tries to earn Reed’s approval and respect and takes his opinion very seriously. He is fiercely loyal to Reed – he’s said he’d follow Reed to Hell and back, and he literally has done exactly that. So the dynamic between Reed and Johnny is really a father/son relationship – even when they argue, they still adore each other. They’re still family. I think that, other than Sue, Johnny admires Reed more than he admires anyone else. I can see how someone who doesn’t get how deeply they love each other might misinterpret Reed’s parental chiding as contempt, when it’s really not that at all. Reed doesn’t look down on Johnny at all – he worries about his mental health and his future, but he has good cause for both.

Just to dispel the notion that Reed at all sees Johnny as “disposable” let me point out that during Waid’s run, in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #508, when Ben was possessed by Doom and threatening to kill Johnny, forcing Reed to choose between his best friend of the past twenty years and Johnny, his adopted son, he chose Johnny. I don’t think there are many people whose life he would choose over Ben’s.

He’s also, in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #219 just tells Johnny point-blank that he loves him – “no matter what happens, I want you to know I’ll always love both of you”:

(Let me also point out that there’s an AU where Reed and Johnny were the ones who got married, not Reed and Sue.)

REED SUPPORTING AND PRAISING JOHNNY:

There are many panels of Reed worrying about and supporting Johnny throughout the FF’s nearly 60-year history. For instance, in Fantastic Four Vol 4 #16, he tells Uatu the Watcher that he worries about what will become of Johnny, who responds by saying that Reed views Johnny “with the same protective nature that you do your own children” – i.e., Reed is as protective of Johnny as he is of his kids, and sees him in much the same way he sees Franklin and Val. Reed’s specifically worrying about Johnny because Old John, an AU Johnny they ran into, committed suicide to save his team, just as 616 Johnny essentially committed suicide to save Ben, Val, and Franklin not long before. So he has good reason to worry.

In Spider-Man & the Human Torch in… ¡Bahía De Los Muertos!, Johnny and Peter Parker have to deal with a mystery and monster by themselves because Ben, Reed, and Sue are off-planet on another mission, and when they return, Reed checks in to make sure Johnny’s okay (Johnny fainted after going nova twice). Johnny immediately begins to compare himself to Reed and tear himself down, but Reed cuts him off and praises what a good job he did. And then when Johnny points out that figuring out scientific mysteries and leading a team are so easy for Reed, Reed points out that Johnny can fly and he can’t – in other words, Reed’s intelligence is just another superpower/one of Reed’s strengths, and Johnny has some of his own that Reed lacks and even envies. Afterward, Peter tells Johnny that he looks like “daddy watched you catch the winning touchdown,” and Johnny responds by saying, “it does kinda feel that way,” and brags about Reed saying he was impressed with him. So Johnny clearly DOES see Reed as a father figure.

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #15, Johnny rushes off half-cocked to save Sue, and Reed stops and comforts him:

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #54, Johnny’s tearing himself down for having panicked and summoned Doom to deliver Valeria (Reed was being held prisoner by rogue Inhumans at the time), and Reed reassures him and again praises him for having saved the lives of Val and Sue both, and even asks Johnny to be Val’s godfather:

In Marvel Knights 4 #9, Reed tells Johnny that he’s proud of him for sticking with his job as a firefighter, and Johnny seems speechless:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #522, Johnny comes up with a plan to defeat Galactus, and Reed takes the time to praise his plan, and Johnny, again, seems very pleased that he’s earned Reed’s praise.

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #578, Johnny invites a girl back to the Baxter Building who turns out to be a Negative Zone bug trying to open the portal Reed has in his lab, thus putting everyone in the Baxter Building in danger, and Reed very gently lectures Johnny for behaving so thoughtlessly:

And in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #586, Johnny takes Reed’s advice so much to heart that he sacrifices himself to save Ben, Val, and Franklin – because this is what he stands for. Love of family.

And it’s not like Reed worrying about and supporting Johnny is recent. It’s been present from the very beginning. Even way back in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #1, Reed takes the time to praise Johnny when he does well:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #48, after 19yo Johnny’s separated from Crystal, the Inhuman Princess he’d fallen for, and he’s distraught, Reed gently comforts him, telling him that “no man who ever lived was more proud of his brother-in-law than I am of you right now,” because Johnny was strong and mature enough to accept that there was nothing to be done to reunite him and Crystal.

And earlier in that same arc, in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #47, Reed calls Johnny a man for the first time, and Johnny seems stunned and proud that Reed’s acknowledging that he’s growing up and treating him with more respect:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #112, Reed again takes the time to praise Johnny for behaving maturely:

This is actually one of my favorite Johnny issues – in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #214, Ben, Reed, and Sue begin aging prematurely and are on the verge of death, and Johnny is left to figure out how to save them on his own, and all of his insecurities, anxieties, and self-doubt begin to consume him. When Reed, Sue, and Ben are cured, Reed again praises Johnny and very kindly assures him that “you’ve never been a failure” and that “without you, the Fantastic Four could not hope to exist.”

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #244, Johnny’s girlfriend, Frankie Raye, recently dumped him for Galactus, Johnny goes missing for days, and when Reed and Sue discover that he’s in Frankie’s old apartment with Frankie’s roommate, Julie, they rush over to look after him:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #300, Johnny turns to Reed for marital advice in the days leading up to his marriage to “Alicia” (but really Lyja), and the fact that he feels that getting married means that he’ll really need to “grow up” now and stop being “the kid of the group.” He clearly values Reed’s thoughts on marriage and feels comfortable and close enough to Reed to discuss his fears with him:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #357, I think it’s pretty clear that Johnny admires Reed and Sue’s healthy, loving marriage, asking Sue “how do you and Reed do it? All the time you’ve been together, and it’s like you’re still on your honeymoon!”

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #358, after they all discover that Johnny’s wife is really Lyja (a Skrull spy sent to figure out how to kill them all), Reed blames himself for failing to protect Johnny:

JOHNNY’S LOYALTY TO/ADMIRATION OF REED

Johnny’s also just never tried to hide how much he admires Reed. During the very early years of the FF, little 15yo Johnny was unquestioningly loyal and obedient towards Reed, to the point that Ben teased him about it, like in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #7:

And in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #10, Johnny tells Ben that Reed “always was” the leader of the FF, even if Ben refused to acknowledge it:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #39, Johnny admires how capable Reed is as a leader and a hero:

In Fantastic Four: The Wedding Special, we see a flashback where Reed turns to Johnny for advice on his relationship with Sue, and Johnny clearly wants Sue and Reed to get married, and again Reed and Johnny are bonding over their work on one of Reed’s vehicles:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #182, Johnny tells Ben that Reed is “your basic nice guy.”

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #60, Johnny passionately defends Reed from a writer who implied that Reed was arrogant:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #501-2, Johnny’s the one who snaps Reed out of his depression/guilt spiral following a vicious attack by Doom that left Reed scarred and his family badly traumatized/injured -- a) this means that he knows Reed well enough to be able to snap him out of his depression, and b) he’s absolutely certain that Reed is incapable of murder, because he’s just too good.

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #543, Johnny says that he’d follow Ben, Sue, and especially Reed into Hell:

In Uncanny Avengers Vol 3 #2, Johnny remembers back to Reed trying to encourage Johnny to learn more about science, and Johnny says he doesn’t have to, because “that’s why we got you” – i.e., Reed is his safety net.

REED MENTORING JOHNNY

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #12, we find out that little 15-16yo Johnny has been helping Reed design and work on the Fantasticar – and it’s something he’s continued to do since then. We all know Reed doesn’t really need help, so he’s just doing it to spend time with and encourage Johnny:

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #1, Reed is working on the Fantasticar with Johnny and little Franklin (notice that little Franklin is “helping” Reed the way little Johnny probably used to), and Reed and Johnny have a little heart-to-heart (I really think that they do a lot of their bonding over working in Reed’s lab together). Notice that Reed takes the fact that Johnny is upset at Reed not telling him about a research station in the Antarctic before very seriously, and even apologetically:

In Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #657, Johnny points out that he helped Reed build the casing to the warp drive, and apparently is the one who decorates all of the FF’s vehicles too:

In S.H.I.E.L.D. Vol 3 #4, we see that Reed’s years of mentoring Johnny have really paid off – ~30yo Johnny has progressed to designing his own engines in his own workshop, is even entering them into competitions, and fully expects to win:

Anyway, I’ll stop there because this is already A LOT (sorry!) but, really, there’s so much to say about their father-son relationship! So I will leave you all with this panel of Reed taking his son and his son’s BFF out on a joyride through space:

Reed’s not like a regular dad. He’s a cool dad.

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heofhearts · 6 years ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓝𝓸 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ;

Considering the countless origin stories for Sir Gawain I figure it’d be most helpful to make it concrete which one my portrayal of Gawain will be hailing from. Warning; this is long and mostly just for reference.

As it usually starts in many of his stories, Gawain was born out of wedlock to Sir Lot (a young knight at the time) and Arthur’s Sister, Morgause (Also known as Anna in some iterations.) Morgause, in fear of her child being killed for being born outside marriage-- quickly came up with the plan, hiding her pregnancy. After giving birth to the healthy boy of golden hair, she went about the next phase of her plan to protect him. Seeking out a loyal servant, a merchant she knew she could trust the child with (boy was she wrong, he wasn’t a bad guy just dumb). Anyway, he takes the child as well as a small chest and a royal gold signet ring along with a letter signifying Gawain’s lineage and circumstance. The boy was to grow up without being told who he is. The chest was full of gold and was to be given to Gawain when he came of age. Morgause stressed the importance to the merchant of keeping her son's identity and parentage from everyone, including Gawain himself. So, at first, everything is fine and dandy. The Merchant takes the babe and for several months all is well. However one day, the merchant went to get supplies from the city of Narbonne, but he left no one to guard the ship and the baby. A local fisherman named Viamundus found the deserted ship. Viamundus found the small child in the crib, and the treasure in the cabin. Viamundus plundered the ship, taking all the treasure, including the infant. The fisherman brought the child and the treasure to his home in France. Viamundus gave the infant to his wife to nurse. In the cradle, the fisherman found the letter and the signet. When Viamundus read the letter, he discovered that the infant was a son of the royal princess from Britannia. Viamundus decided to respect the will of the letter, keeping the baby's identity a secret from everyone. The boy became known as the "Boy with No Name" (puer sine nomine). They raised Gawain as if he was their own son. The Boy had a relatively happy childhood. After seven years Viamundus thought it was safe that no one would search for foster son, so he left his home, taking his wife, foster son and the treasure with him to Rome.

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓮 ;

With the wealth, he pretended to have come from a noble Roman family, with him in the guise of a military leader from France. Viamundus offered his services to the Roman emperor. Viamundus became a great friend of the emperor and the pope. As a favor to Viamundus, the emperor made the former fisherman's son his page. For a time things were nice. That is until Viamundus came down with illness. It was then, knowing his time was short, he decided to reveal his secret to the Roman emperor. Viamundus gave the letter and signet, and told the emperor, Gawain's real name and parentage. The emperor promised Viamundus to train Viamundus's foster son as a knight, and when the time was ripe, he would send Gawain to his uncle, Arthur, who was now king of Britannia, with the letter and signet to identify Gawain of his heritage. When Viamundus passed on, the emperor had him buried with the full honor of a nobleman. Gawain was twelve at the time of Viamundus' death. The emperor and Pope Sulpicius kept Viamundus' secret from Gawain. It was then that the emperor took Gawain under his charge, setting himself as the boy's foster father. Gawain was served in the Roman imperial household, first as a page, then as a squire. Gawain distinguished himself in the military training, at the age of 15, he was dubbed as a knight, receiving his arms on Equirria, a long festival dedicated to Mars, the Roman god of war. As the most skillful new knight, young Gawain also received a golden circlet. The Boy with No Name became known as the "Knight of the Surcoat", because he was the first to wear crimson tunic over his armor. --- Here is where I skip some bit of story of Gawain still in his teens going off to fight a Persian champion as well as leading a small sailing army against a Pirate King and his island kingdom. Victory over the Persians had brought peace to the Roman Empire, but the Knight of the Surcoat grew restless with inactivity, decided to travel to Britannia in search for new adventures. Though, the emperor was reluctant to have his foster son depart, he remembered his promise. The emperor only agreed to his foster son departure, if Gawain would present to King Arthur (who was really Gawain's uncle) with a gold coffer that contain Morgause’s document and other items to identify Gawain's name. The Emperor also included his own testimony about Gawain's identity.

𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓾𝓹 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓤𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓼 ;

Gawain arrived in Britain and was approaching the castle, but could cross the river due to the flooding of the ford. At that very night, Arthur and Guinevere, who was his wife and queen, were talking in bed. Guinevere was not just a queen; she was a powerful sorceress with the gift of foretelling.The queen mocked her husband's strength and prowess. Guinevere informed Arthur that a knight from Rome, who was greater than any other knight had arrived at a nearby town , about six miles away. To prove her prediction, she told her husband that the knight would send her a gold ring and 3000 pieces of gold on two horses in the morning. Arthur knew of his wife's divination, but decided to find out if it was true. As Guinevere slept, the king armed himself and mounted his horse, taking only Sir Kay, his seneschal, with him in this venture. Arthur encountered the Knight of the Surcoat at the ford, where he recklessly challenged the stranger. Arthur charged at the lone knight, who waited with his lance ready. Arthur was unceremoniously knocked off his saddle into the water. Sir Kay decided to avenge the king, so he too attacked the Knight of the Surcoat and was unhorsed into the river. The king and his seneschal had lost their horses in the encounter so they had to walk back to the castle on foot and in shame. Arthur returned to his bed, still drench from the river. Guinevere asked where he had been, and Arthur lied that he had gone out to stop fighting between two men in the castle in the rain.

The Knight of the Surcoat did not realize that he had fought the king and his own uncles at the ford. In the morning, while Arthur still slept, Guinevere sent a messenger out of the castle, towards the town, where the boy encountered the Knight of the Surcoat. The knight asked the boy to bear the gifts to the Queen. When Guinevere recognized the two horses and the horse trappings belonging to her husband and the seneschal, she understood what had occurred last night when her husband had come to bed drenched. With great amusement, she sent the horses into her bedchamber, where Arthur still slept. Arthur woke to find his horse and Kay's in the bedroom. The King felt shame when he realized that Guinevere knew the truth. Guinevere showed the proof that the mysterious knight had sent to her: two horses, a gold ring and 3000 pieces of gold coins.

By noon, the Knight of the Surcoat arrived at Arthur's court. The hero introduced himself to the king and the entire court, telling them that he had come from the Roman imperial court, offering his services in arms and become the king's companion (become knight of the Round Table). The hero also gave Arthur, the sealed message and the coffer from the Roman Emperor.Arthur retired to the adjoining chamber to read the Emperor's personal message. What content he had found in the document left Arthur astonished. Within the coffer, he found the pallium and signet ring that belonged to his sister Morgause, as the letter, in his sister's handwriting that prove the identity of her son.

Arthur immediately sent for Morgause and her husband King Lot, and showed them the contents of documents and the coffer, demanding the explanation from his sister and brother-in-law. Anna revealed to her brother the truth she was indeed pregnant and gave birth to her son, before she was married to Lot. Both parents and Arthur were overcome with great joy. However, Arthur wanted them to keep this secret from Gawain, until the Roman knight proved his worth to become knight of the Round Table. Arthur returned the court and rudely told the young knight that he already has many knights of great prowess. So unless the Knight of the Surcoat can prove his prowess, the king suggest that he find services from some other lords. The hero feeling slighted by Arthur's words, felt the need to prove himself. So the hero declared that he would do something that only Arthur's knights were capable of accomplishing.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 ;

Six days had passed when news that the Castle of the Maidens was besieged by pagan king. The castle belonged to a fair, young woman, who governed the northern part of Britannia, but as ally of Arthur. The pagan king had fallen in love with this lady, but she refused his advances. The pagan king was enraged because of the rejection, so he occupied the land around the castle.Arthur immediately mustered his army and gathered his knights of the Round Table, before heading north. Before they reached the castle, another messenger arrived to tell the king that the castle had fallen, and the pagan king had taken the Lady as his prisoner. The pagan king was now heading back to his own realm. Arthur immediately set out in pursuit, in the hope of rescuing the Lady.Arthur's rescue plan fell apart when his army encountered unexpected, strong resistance from the rearguard. The pagan king was expecting pursuit and had placed his more experienced knights with the rearguard battalion. The sudden attack by the rearguard had thrown Arthur's army into confusion. The pagan king's forces were able to repulse the British army, causing Arthur to shamefully retreat. The Knight of the Surcoat had followed the army and watched the battle on the hill. When he saw Arthur and his knights being repulsed and retreated from the more superior pagan army, the hero jeered at them for cowardly retreating.After taunting Arthur and his knights, the hero set out alone to rescue the Lady. The pagan army didn't expect an attack from a lone knight, which threw them into confusion. When the hero saw the pagan king and the captive, the Knight of the Surcoat charged with his lance ready. The point smashed through the king's armor and penetrated the pagan king's chest. The pagan king fell dying to the ground; the hero then seized the rein of the young woman's horse, trying to lead her out the enemy army.However, angry royal guards surrounded them and they sought to avenge the death of their king. The Knight of the Surcoat managed to cut his way through the enemy ranks, but the hero and Lady could not escape through the way he had come from, so the hero set out in a different direction, with the enemies in hot pursuit.As they were fleeing, the hero saw an abandoned fortification with a moat around it, so he led the maiden to fort. He told the Lady to find a place to hide, while he will defend this place. Fortunately, the bridge to fort was narrow enough that only one enemy could come at a time to face him. While a broad and deep moat surrounded the fort, so no one could surround him. With his sword and shield ready, the Knight of the Surcoat fought off the pursuing enemies. On the bridge, no one could overcome him, as he killed and wounded many knights. Some fled, while tried to escape from the hero's vicious sword by jumping off the narrow bridge. The Knight of the Surcoat had single-handedly defeated the pagan king's army.

He returned to where the king had fallen, and cut off the king's head. The knight placed the king's head on top end of the standard, while the head was still wearing its diadem. With the Lady at his side, the Knight of the Surcoat returned to King Arthur's court. Here, the hero proudly proclaimed that he had killed the king and destroyed the enemy army alone. He had accomplished what no other knights in Arthur's court had done.

Rather than being offended by the hero's words, Arthur was overjoyed and told the young knight that he had earned the highest honor. Arthur asked the young hero his name and lineage. The hero replied that he was Knight of the Surcoat and that he was born in France to a Roman senator, because he seriously thought that Viamundus was his father. With Morgause and Lot standing near their son, Arthur had the letter of the Roman Emperor read where every one could hear. It revealed that King Lot of Norway and his wife Morgause was the hero's real parents, and his real name was Gawain. Every one including Gawain were utterly amazed at this revelation. Gawain's parents joyfully welcomed home their lost son. Arthur also joyously announced that Gawain was his nephew. With this announcement, the entire assemblage shouted out:

"𝓖𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓷𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓮𝔀 𝓸𝓯 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻!"

#⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ forget me not. ╱ HEADCANON.

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the-beastslayers-queen · 6 years ago

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A Dangerous Game: Chapter 6

Chapter 6 is here. TRIGGER WARNING IN EFFECT AGAIN: DATE RAPE AND DRUGGING. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @biforbecky2belts @writtingrose @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk and @jeffhardyenigmawwefan I’m still accepting tagging requests so hit my ask box please. Enjoy!

I decided to send Seth off so I could have Finn come over. I was laid up on my couch, an ice pack on my eye to try to reduce the swelling and the deep color of my black eye as I waited for my brother. Once I heard the door knob jiggle, I knew Finn was here and using his key to open my apartment.

“Okay something is definitely up if you have your door locked, Catie,” Finn sounded concerned, “What was so important to have me rush across town from Bullet Club?”

“See for yourself,” I told him as I removed the ice pack from my eye. Finn’s jaw dropped and he jogged over to my side to get a closer look.

“Damnú,” Finn cursed as he inspected my eye, “Who did this to you?”

“McIntyre,” I confessed as he ran his fingers gently against the bruises, causing me to wince at his touch, “He clocked me when I rejected his advances. With my shoulder being the way it is and how soon it was into our engagement, I was uncomfortable. But instead of being understanding, the asshole punched me.”

“Damn it Catriona,” Finn grabbed at his hair in frustration, “Get used to him making advances on you. You’re his fiancée. Now grow up and think of the Club. You have to endure him if we want peace. Now behave around him and you won’t get hit.”

“Are you fucking serious,” I screamed at him, “I am not going to toe the line when McIntyre was more than willing to swing at my face. Get the fuck out, you asshole!”

“Grow the fuck up Cat and deal with it,” Finn shouted back, “You’re marrying him and that’s final.”

Finn stormed out of my apartment and slammed the door behind him. I collapsed to my knees, tears streaking down my face. I was locked into my fate and my brother didn’t have a care in the world to do right by his sister, the girl who had a bright future as a potential cop and threw it all away for him. I had no brother, just a demon that called himself my brother.

I got out my phone and called Seth. He had to know that we need to plan out our escape from Orlando. I was not going to marry Drew. I was going to do everything in my power to get out of this marriage. If I had to marry Seth to do it, I would without a second thought. He’s the man I want to share a bed with, to share the rest of my life with.

“Seth,” I was still in tears when he answered his phone, “Come to my place. We have a trip to plan.”

“What,” Seth sounded confused, “Did Finn not side with you and try to end the engagement?”

“No,” I hiccupped, “He screamed at me that I had to suck it up and be obedient to Drew. He’s not the brother I remember growing up with. This is Bálor, the darkest side of Finn I have ever seen. But please just come to my place. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“I’m packing a bag and I’ll be right over,” Seth agreed and I could hear him starting to pack, “I will work on getting us a game plan to flee the city. Drew is not marrying you, not on my watch. Fuck Finn, okay. He clearly doesn’t deserve his sister’s compassion when he refused to show you any.”

Seth finally arrive to my apartment and I wasted no time in running into his arms. I was still a wreck after Finn effectively turned his back on me. He knew when we were kids I was afraid of being rejected by those that were supposed to be my family, and he’s done the one thing I have feared above all else.

“Cat,” Seth rubbed my back, trying to calm me down, “Just breathe, okay. It’s okay now. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to. Finn has no idea what he condemned you to. Drew is a monster, a psychopath through and through. If he won’t protect you from that, then I will.”

“I think I need to tell you why this is hitting me so hard,” I hiccupped as I wiped the tears from my cheeks, “You need to know what I fear above all else.”

I was three and a half when my parents had fallen on such hard times, they opted to give me up for adoption. My parents were too poor to provide me the future I had deserved. Five months after I was given up, I was adopted by the Devitt family. I was hesitant to trust them, but it was their son Fergal, that won me over. He made a promise to me one night when I had a nightmare of being given up again that I knew I was where I needed to be.

When I was 12, I received a letter from my mother’s brother that my birth mother had passed away from a fatal car accident and that he wished to get to know me. He also wrote to my parents, asking if he could take me in for a few years to get an excellent education in the States. My parents agreed, seeing it was a chance for me to get to know my real family and to better my chances to excel and succeed in life. I felt like I was being abandoned again, but Fergal again showed me that I wasn’t being abandoned. I was able to come home for the holidays and the summer to spend time at home.

When I graduated college at 20, Fergal had come over to the States to see me graduate. It was after my graduation that he told me he was starting an organization in Orlando and he needed my help as his resident hacker, I agreed. I knew that if I joined him, I wasn’t going to lose him. I turned down the job offer from the FBI to become a cybercrime expert for them and packed up for Orlando.

But after all the times I expressed my fear of being abandoned, my own brother that had always sworn to be there for me abandoned me so easily. All so he could help solidify his influence in Orlando between the two largest organizations in the criminal underbelly of Orlando.

“Finn is on my shit list for what he’s done to you,” Seth seethed, “The next time I see him, I’m punching him right in his jaw.”

“Seth I don’t want you to start a war with everyone at my expense,” I placed my hands on his chest as he breathed heavily in anger, “If you start a war with anyone it should be McIntyre. He deserves it more than Finn does. He’ll come around once he sees I’m not safe when I’m around Drew. For now, until we have a game plan, I will follow through on this wedding plans crap. Once we’re ready, we’ll make a break for it and run far from this damn city and go into hiding.”

It had been a couple weeks since Drew punched me in my face. My black eye was gone and I was no longer in a sling for my shoulder. I was still in pain, but it wasn’t as bad as it was before when I was first shot. I was still limited in my range of motion, but the physical therapy I was doing to get me back to 100% was helping me get better. Seth has been trying to help me too by coming to my physical therapy sessions so he can learn the workouts I would have to do at home.

But tonight, Drew was hosting a party at his club, Glasgow Kiss, and I was forced to attend by Finn. So I begrudgingly got dolled up for the event. Thankfully it was a masquerade party, so I could sneak in Seth so he can hide in the crowd. I didn’t want to be at this party if I couldn’t sneak him in so I can run off with him. So I wore a cute demon mask, playing on the Bálor name, and I got Seth to wear a wolf mask so I knew where I could find him.

“I’m going to the bar and get a drink,” I told Drew as I got up from my seat in the VIP section, “Do you want anything?”

“No thank you,” he replied, “I’m going to get bottle service over here.”

“Suit yourself,” I shrugged and walked over to the bar to get a drink.

I walked over to the bar, finding a man leaning against the bar wearing a wolf mask. It was the same mask I had picked for Seth, so I decided to have a little fun and flirt with him.

“Nice mask,” I smirked as I came up next to him, “Very fitting for a member of The Shield.”

“You picked it out,” Seth replied as he leaned in close to me, “But I do like the cute demon mask you have on, Miss Bálor. It’s very fitting for you.”

“So any trouble brewing at this damn party,” I asked after I put in my drink order with the bartender, “Because I am so bored in VIP being Drew’s damn arm candy.”

“None that I’ve seen,” Seth replied, “I’ll keep my eyes peeled for you. Just please be careful around Drew, okay. I want to have you home in one piece and not bruised.”

“I make no promises,” I winked at him, “I’ll be careful for you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay. I need to get back to Drew.”

I took my drink and went back to the VIP section and sat down next to Drew. Baron came over to whisper something into Drew’s ear, lingering close enough to me to draw my attention that I didn’t notice Dolph coming over right away. I just rolled my eyes and drank my drink.

When I finished my drink I began to feel really woozy. I swore that the room started to spin. I went to reach over to Finn, trying to find my center.

“I don’t feel so good all of a sudden,” I grumbled as I set down my glass and grabbed my head, “I think I need to go home.”

“Finn I can get her home,” Drew volunteered very quickly, “Let me take her to the office to get her some water and get her away from all the noise in the club.”

Finn didn’t protest and Drew scooped me up into his arms and began to take me away from the crowd. I noticed through my stupor that Baron and Dolph were hot on Drew’s heels. Once we got into the office, Dolph locked the door as Drew laid me down on his bare desk in the middle of the room.

“Alright, Corbin, Ziggler, hold her down and get rid of her panties,” Drew ordered. I began to fight against the two dummies as they made quick work of my panties, sliding them down to my ankles and punching me a couple times in my ribs to stop my moving before holding me down by my wrists and ankles.

“No,” I groaned, trying to resist them, “Don’t touch me!”

Drew removed his pants and climbed on top of me. I spat in his face to try to stop him from going further. All that did was earn me a slap across my face so hard, I had a split lip and I had to spit my blood out of my mouth.

Drew fisted himself a couple times before he slammed into me hard. I felt the wind leave my lungs as he entered me forcefully. I wanted to scream, but Drew tore off his tie and shoved it into my mouth to muffle the sound.

Drew kept his pace up high and hard as he rode me to his climax, releasing inside me. He climbed off me once he was soft and moved to Baron’s position at my wrist. Baron let me go, but Drew grabbed on, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises for sure. Baron repeated the assault that Drew delivered before he then traded with Dolph, he too squeezed on my ankles hard enough to leave bruises there too. Once it was over, Dolph and Baron hit me some more before Drew called them off.

“Alright she’s been punished enough,” Drew ordered them off as I was released from his grip, leading to me curling up into a ball in shame and agony, “Get her panties back on and get her to the car. We’ll dump her at her apartment.”

When I came to the next morning I heard the front door of my apartment open. I tried to sit up, but I struggled since my shoulder was throbbing in pain along with the rest of my body. I groaned and just stayed on my bed.

“Cat,” I heard Seth call through my apartment, “Are you home?”

“Yeah I’m in bed,” I called back before groaning from the pain in my chest and ribs, “Ow, this hurts so goddamn bad.”

“What the hell,” Seth’s jaw dropped as he came up to my bedroom, “What the fuck happened to you? Who did this?”

“Who do you think,” I groaned as I grabbed at my head to fight off the throbbing headache I had, “Damn Drew to hell. I can’t wait to kick him in his manhood.”

“What did he do to you,” Seth was getting more and more pissed off, “Cat, what did he do?”

“He and his too little lackeys raped me last night at the party,” I told him as I finally got up, “They drugged me first and then did the act in Drew’s office at Glasgow Kiss. They then proceed to beat me both during the act and after.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Seth punched the closest wall to him, “I’m going to fucking kill him for this. He truly is a psychopath.”

“We should go to Shawn and have him pull a rape kit,” I told him as I packed a fresh pair of panties into my purse before getting out of my dress, I could hear Seth suck in a ragged breath at seeing my bruises as I changed into a pair of baggy sweatpants and a shirt he had left behind one night before slipping on one of my many hoodies I owned, “I need to get a morning after pill so I don’t have to worry about spawning another McIntyre.”

“We’re leaving as soon as we can,” Seth decided, “We’re running out of town and I’m hiding you away from him. I’m going to elope with you and lay low until Drew moves on. Then we’ll come back and kill him and his whole gang of idiots.”

“I agree,” I sighed as I walked over to him, gritting my teeth due to the pain I was feeling all over, “But for now, we need to get me checked out and then we’ll work on the logistics of our trip out of town.”

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chloecarsonwrites · 6 years ago

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What Joey Left Behind

TW: descriptions of kidnapping, infidelity, and brief mention of the corpse of a child.

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“Natalia...it’s time. You and I both know we can’t keep living like this.” My heart paused, then started beating twice as fast as before. I could feel the tips of my ears grow hot, and I knew that they were bright red. I gripped the countertop at the kitchen sink so hard my knuckles went white, staring out the window at a single blade of grass in the yard that my eye had fallen on to ground myself in the midst of what my estranged husband had just said. I looked over my shoulder at him where he was sitting at the kitchen island, the sweaty glass of ice water I had poured for him remaining untouched. He looked up and caught my eye; I immediately averted my gaze as if he was a stranger that had caught me staring at him. “So this is it then,” I sighed, trying to keep my voice steady. “What now? We go to an attorney or something?” “No...I think we can settle most of it ourselves. I mean, we’ll have to go to an attorney to settle the logistics and legality of it all. But I think that we both know that we can’t afford a legal battle between the two of us over money, property, and custody. I’ll make is as easy on my part as possible, if you agree to do the same. You can have the house. Hell, I basically live in the motel on 5th street as it is, I’m sure I can stay there a few weeks until I get an apartment.” I could see the gears turning in his head as he spoke. “All I ask for is joint custody of Edith. I know that I haven’t exactly been...there for her these past couple of years, but I still love her just as much as you do. We can discuss how often we each have her for, but I can’t just give her up altogether. It would ruin me.” I turned towards the fridge, focusing on a lighthouse magnet holding up a picture of Edith and her kindergarten teacher on the first day of school. I didn’t want him to see me brush away a tear that I hadn’t been able to keep in. “Yeah, you’re right...this...isn’t how married people should be living. My brother has a friend who he went to law school with. I’ll call him tomorrow. Maybe we can get a good deal and only be out a small fortune rather than a large one.” - Joseph was seven years old when he disappeared. Everybody in our 2,459 person town was a suspect, and all 2,459 people suspected each other. Losing the dynamic of trust between us all was foreign and filled us all with paranoia. Was there a kidnapper or a murderer living among us? People just didn’t go missing in little towns like ours in the middle of northern Michigan, which felt like an oasis in the middle of a world run rampant with terror. Parents let their children run around town until after dark and only worried if they didn’t return for dinner. To this day, I wonder if that’s where we went wrong. That night was like any other. It was the middle of July, and even though the sun had retired for the night, the summer air was in the upper 80s and thick with humidity, the kind that sticks to your skin. The backyard was illuminated by the fireflies that sparkled like droplets of dew when they catch the sun. I remember exactly what he was wearing the last time I saw him: old, faded denim shorts covered his pale and freckled legs; his favorite yellow t-shirt printed with pawprints hung off of his thin-framed shoulders. He also wore his purple sneakers that were always caked with dirt and mud because of how much he loved to adventure in them. The search party found one of them, the left one, less than 200 meters from our house in a stream just past the tree line. They gave it to Benjamin and me, said they thought it would help us get through the hard time. Once they had milked it of all the evidence they could, I hid it in the attic and never went back for it again. They say that the first 72 hours during a missing person case are crucial, that after those 72 hours, the chances of recovering said missing person alive decrease to nearly impossible odds. I remember watching the clock as the 72nd hour faded into the 73rd, begging with time itself and whatever higher power was out there to make that stovetop clock stop ticking, to give us a little more time to find our son. I had seen the missing person postings, the ones that described men and women who had disappeared as children and had been missing for 10, 20, 30 years. How did their families cope, knowing that they were more likely to find their children dead than alive? Joseph was our only child. After his disappearance, there was a kind of hole left in our family, if you could even call us that anymore. Two and a half years later, around the time that Joey would have turned 10, we had another child, a daughter, and named her Edith. We told ourselves that we weren’t trying to replace Joey, but deep down, I think we both knew that we were. We had never planned to have another child. We were both well into our late thirties. I was past my prime childbearing years. We never gave up hope on finding Joey--but I had hoped against hope that once we had Edith, I could finally be at peace. I should have known that peace never comes to the parents of missing children. They suspected that he had drowned in the river on the edge of our town, hidden from all eyes by the trees and brush, and that his body had floated down to the reservoir and sunk to the bottom. It, of course, was too expansive and deep to scour the entire thing, not that they didn’t try. I, however, had theories of my own. Had someone swept into town that day and plucked him off of the jungle gym at the park and was across state lines before we even knew something was amiss? Had he been lured into some trap under the guise of promised sweets and toys? He was only seven, after all--he was too young and innocent to know that there were people in this world that didn’t have good intentions. Benjamin dismissed my ideas with little more than an eyeroll and a wave of his hand, arguing that kidnappings “simply don’t happen here”. But lack of occurence doesn’t mean lack of possibility. Edith’s childhood was far different than Joseph’s, to put it lightly. She would run up to me, begging to go outside and play with her kindergarten friends at the river. I would open my mouth, about to say, “of course, Edie, you can go”, only to find the image of Joey’s body at the bottom of the reservoir, bloated and waterlogged, taunting me from somewhere in the deepest part of my brain. It felt wrong to shelter her so much, like I was doing a disservice to such an adventurous spirit. Edith was the type of person who couldn’t be chained--she saw our fence as a cage rather than protection. She ran our yard in her princess light-up Sketchers from dusk until dawn, when we finally coerced her into coming inside, or until she tired herself out. I wanted to let her explore our little town--which, to a child, seems like the whole world. But whenever I was about to let her go beyond that freshly painted white picket fence that now bordered our yard, there Joey was, thrashing about in the river’s rapids, or crying for help from the back of a stranger’s van. I went over that day in my head, time and time again for months. Who had been the last adult to see him? It was concluded that it was myself, when I sent him out to play after lunch. He said he was going to the park to play with Harriet and Lucas from school, and was only supposed to be half a mile away. “You know the rules, Joey, be back for dinner at 6,” I reminded him as he skipped off, his orange hair bouncing atop his head. “I know, Mommy, I will!” he called back, barely looking back at me over his shoulder. “I love you, honey!” “I love you more, Mommy,” I heard him respond, even though he had already rounded the corner. The authorities were never able to conclude whether he ever got to the park or not, because his friends had apparently forgotten about their play date. Did he see that his friends weren’t there, and decide to go play in the river instead? Had he wandered just outside of town and gotten lost? Too many factors were missing to conclude anything, and we had to live with the unknown. I can’t place the day that our marriage began to crumble. Neither of us wanted to admit it, of course, that when Joey had left us he had taken with him our entire family dynamic and nearly all of the love that Benjamin and I had once felt for one another. We tried to keep it together, for Joey’s sake, as if he would be hurt to know that his parents’ marriage was falling apart because of him. Around a year and a half after Joey left, we sat at our worn kitchen table, only two out of the three chairs occupied. We sat across from each other in a tense silence that was screaming the things we wanted to say. We hadn’t spoken in days, and hadn’t slept in the same bed in over a month. We had fallen into some kind of unspoken agreement where we would take turns sleeping on the couch. “How...how have you been?” I timidly asked. His head shot up, a look of genuine surprise that I had spoken painted on his face. “Oh, you know...fine. The usual.” I nodded slowly and turned back to my plate, feeling as though I had just spoken to a stranger. I poked at my pasta with my fork before dropping it onto the ceramic and blurting out the words I had been dying to say. “You know, we don’t have to be this way with each other. I don’t want to be this way. Please, talk to me. I see you every day but I miss you like you’ve been away for months.” He sat there in silence, but I could tell that he felt the same. Ben was never good at vocalizing his feelings, so I had become very good at deciphering his body language over the years. “Why don’t we do something?” I was practically begging. “All we do is sit in this godforsaken house and wallow in our self-pity. We’re never going to get better if we don’t start communicating.” And so we did. We began going to church even though neither of us were very religious, sitting in the very back pew, a foot apart as if we were strangers. We took a three-month long trip to the Canadian archipelago, to a secluded cabin on Baffin Island where Edith was conceived, just to escape the whirlwind chaos that our lives at home had become. For a few years, it worked--we were as close to happy as we could be, tackling each new day as they came. But the euphoria of our revitalized marriage was only a facade. It started a year after our trip to Canada, when Edith was only a few months old. Benjamin stopped coming home after work, instead escaping to the amnesia that was offered to him by the bottle and the company of other women. He never told me outright that he was unfaithful, but I knew from the way he stumbled through the front door at 3AM smelling like whiskey and a perfume that I didn’t own, and the purple bruises that I didn’t leave starting to show under his right ear and just above his collarbone. “Ben,” I started, trying my best to keep my voice steady. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried out of my mind.” He placed a wet kiss on my cheek and called me a name that I didn’t know, Iris, before trudging off to Joey’s room in his drunken stupor, already asleep before collapsing onto the twin bed that was covered in a thin layer of dust from disuse. I let out a shaky breath and wiped away the tears that escaped before going to Edith’s room to put her back down, as she had been awoken by the ruckus. This happened, more and more frequently, until around five months after that first incident when Benjamin stopped coming home altogether, instead appearing randomly on a Saturday morning or a Tuesday night and staying for a few days before leaving again to chase whatever escape he had learned to occupy himself with. We lived like that for years, exchanging words maybe once every few weeks, and they were never kind. I would ask him when he next planned to come home--usually because I wanted to rekindle the romance we once had. I wanted us to cook a nice dinner and have him see the daughter he barely knew, but the truth was, we barely knew each other anymore. I imagined our kitchen table with all the seats occupied, Edith filling the spot where Joey once sat. Me, setting the table, and Ben putting dessert in the oven. We would discuss Edith’s school friends and Ben’s work obligations. That was never the case, though. “I don’t know when I’ll be home again, Nat. Maybe if you didn’t bitch so much when I was here, I would like coming home a little bit more,” he said, speaking to me as if I was a small child that needed to be reprimanded. “No Ben, you would like being here if you could drink and sleep with women who aren’t your wife, but you can’t. That’s why you leave for days on end and then show up unannounced, not because I’m a bitch.” With that, he launched himself out of the worn armchair and marched towards the front door that he had stumbled through only 45 minutes prior. He slid his boots on, not bothering to tie the laces, and was gone again without another word. - A month after Ben brought up the divorce, we sat at our old kitchen table, in front of the papers we had drawn up concerning the division of our assets. I wore a pair of painful black heels and a blouse with the top two buttons undone, a part of me hoping that he would see me the way he did when we first met and decide to repair what was left of our relationship, or at least, what was left of it. I was seeing Benjamin for the first time in a month and a half; his longest boozing trip away from home yet. When I saw him, however, he looked like he hadn’t spent those six weeks wasted in a dirty motel room with a woman whose name he didn’t know. He was clean-shaven and had cut his hair so that it no longer brushed his collar, and he looked strikingly like the man I had once been in love with, the one who had painted the walls of the house we no longer shared and made mud pies with the son we no longer had. I had almost forgotten what he looked like under the scruff and disheveled hair, and it was uncanny how much of him I saw in Edith, from the pointed nose to the green eyes and chestnut brown hair. I wonder if he saw it too. He had always been jealous of me for having so much resemblance with Joey while his own features were nowhere to be seen in our son. Was he happy now, that he had a child who was so clearly his own? My handwriting was shaky due to the trembling of my hand. I was overflowing, bursting at the seams with things that I wanted to ask and say to him. I felt like it wasn’t right though, that he was a stranger, and that I had no place asking him the things I so badly wanted to. Eventually I broke. “What happened to you?” I suddenly blurted out, the first sentence spoken between the two of us in 20 minutes. “What do you mean?” he responded, meeting my eye with his brows quizzically furrowed. “I mean how you look. Last time you were here you were unrecognizable. Is there a reason that you’ve gotten all cleaned up?” Part of me hoped it was for me, an attempt to win me back. “I guess I just needed a change. Especially for the...occasion. It didn’t seem like the type of thing to show up to looking like a mess.” I fought back a chuckle at that, the implication that this was an “occasion”. It was just us in our kitchen under a single dim overhead light. He hadn’t put any effort into his appearance around me for the past six years. What reason did he have to start now? But when I thought about it, I had also dressed up, only I was trying to win him back. Something was telling me that Ben had dressed up to salvage my view of him, not to make me swoon. He noticed my smirk. To my surprise, he didn’t immediately become hostile. “What’s that look for?” he asked with a grin. “It’s nothing, you just haven’t been this cleaned up in God knows how long. I wonder if Edith even recognizes you,” Edith probably hadn’t seen her Dad looking like this in over a year, and to a six-year-old, a year feels like a decade. “Speaking of her, where is she? I’ve been here for nearly an hour and she hasn’t come down to see me yet.” Despite the demons he was battling with and all the pain he had put me through, I knew that Ben still loved Edith more than anything in this world. My stomach sank a little at his question. The truth is, Edith wasn’t sure if Benjamin actually wanted to see her. It had been a while since he made time for her. I knew that she was probably upstairs, playing with her Dreamhouse and trying not to cry. My heart squeezed painfully at that the thought of her little six-year-old cheeks shining with tears because she thought her daddy didn’t love her. In all honesty, I didn’t know if he did, either. “She’s upstairs in her room. I can call for her, if you want?” I offered. “Yes, please. It’s been so long since I saw her,” he replied, nodding. I got up from my seat and walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Edie!” I called, “Do you want to come see Dad?” I heard the tiny gasp of excitement and the footsteps running to the stairs as her compact body came into view. She skipped down the stairs, holding two Barbies in her hands as her brown waves and pink tutu bounced around her. She had a huge grin on her face, revealing her two missing front teeth. It was remarkable how similar her mannerisms were compared to Joey’s. She was reaching the age he had been, and even though Joey was shy and timid and Edith was firey and bold, I suppose that some things between all children are constant. “Daddy!” she exclaimed in a high-pitched screech, running as fast as her little legs could carry her and jumping into his arms. I grinned at the sight, allowing myself to pretend that we were a normal family of four, and that a teenage Joey was upstairs sulking in his bedroom, never having disappeared. I was forced back to reality when I heard Edith’s voice. “Daddy, what are all these papers for? Are you doing homework?” “Ah, Edie,” he chuckled, picking her up and letting her sit on his lap, “I guess you can say it’s homework. Homework for grownups. I’ll bet your homework from school is a lot better than this.” “Maybe,” she replied with a giggle. “Ms. Jane is teaching us how to add and subtract numbers. It’s not that hard though.” Benjamin laughed. “Well, I’m sure it’s not hard, especially for a girl as smart as you.” - A few hours had passed, and Edith was now lying asleep on the kitchen floor, her dress-up clothes scattered around her sleeping form. Benjamin and I had taken a few hours to play with Edie, and for that brief time playing with Barbies and dress up clothes, I felt like we were a stable, healthy family. Some of the tension from before had faded away. With the air less thick with anger and unspoken words, the questions started to creep back in. “Ben,” I started, my voice shaky. “What...happened to us?” He stopped writing and set down his pen, the hostility I knew all too well flashing briefly in his eyes before fading away. “Honestly, I don’t know,” he said with a sigh. “I guess, you know...after Joey, it just hit me hard. That’s the kind of thing you hear about and forget because you think it will never happen to you. But then it happened. And I didn’t--still don’t--know how to handle it. And I suppose I took it out on you because you remind me so much of him. The pale skin, the red hair...every time I would look at you I would see his face, in that river or in the back of someone’s van, with a look on his face that terrified me because I knew I wasn’t there when he needed me the most.” I could feel my eyes pricking with tears. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was hurting too, I could have helped you. We could have helped each other. But you didn't want that, did you? You wanted to chase other women and the bottom of a whiskey bottle. That is why you never got to heal. Because you chose to numb and suppress it instead of confronting it. And I never got to heal because in my worst moment, the person who vowed to stay with me through it all wasn’t there!” I was choking back a sob, years of pain bubbling to the surface of a wound that never closed. To my surprise, Benjamin was crying, too, a sight I had never seen--streams of tears rolled down his cheeks and choked sounds erupted from his throat. “I know, and God, I’m so sorry. I loved--still love--you so much, and I wanted to heal and learn to cope with our loss. But I ruined it. I fucked it all up--our marriage, my relationship with my remaining kid, my own mental health. And I don’t think any of it can ever be okay again. And it’s my own damn fault! What am I, besides a deadbeat father and a borderline alcoholic? I’m nothing! And Joey...well, at least he never had to see me like this.” I tried to push back the tears, I did--but the years of pain that I had kept inside for so long were all coming out. How could I have been so blind, to think that Benjamin wasn’t hurting as much or in the same way as I was? He was a parent, too. Joey was as much a part of him as he was a part of me. For a while, we cried together, mourning the loss of our son and what our lives could have been. We both knew that it was over--there was no repairing our marriage, it was in too many pieces for the reconstruction to occur. All there was left to do was to gather them up and use what we could to heal and forgive each other. When I didn’t have anything left within me to cry, I rubbed my hand up and down Benjamin’s back. “You know,” I sniffed, “his class graduated this past weekend. He would be heading off to college, or to the military, or to start his career. What do you think he would be doing?” “Definitely not the military,” he snickered through his last few tears. “He was always too soft and shy for that kind of thing, he wouldn’t survive basic--he would probably be going off to some big campus somewhere to study literature. You know, because he always loved those fantasy books.” “Yeah, or maybe history, because he always wanted to watch those documentaries about medieval Europe, even though they were too mature for him.” The memory came back to me and hit me hard: Ben and I on the couch, Joey wedged between us, begging us to let him watch the History channel. If I had known that three months from then the spot where he always sat would burn with his absence, maybe I would have let him watch. “Do you think him and Edie would have gotten along? Ya’know, if the circumstances were different, if we had planned for two, and they were born only two or three years apart. Edie’s so fiery compared to him, of course she would be the one bossing him around.” He had this kind of bittersweet smile on his face, as if he were reminiscing on a time that had never existed, an alternate reality where, maybe, a different version of us in another universe were living. “She would probably make him play Barbies and dress-up. They would have tea parties together. But then, Edie would want to make it up to him, so they’d go outside and play in the mud together, not that she doesn’t already enjoy that.” The thought brought a smile to my face. Edith still didn’t really understand that she had a brother she never met; there was no good way to tell a child about the disappearance of another. One day we would tell her about Joseph, about the kind of boy he was and how much they would have loved to grow up together. A comfortable silence fell between us. We both found ourselves staring down at the yellow legal pad sitting on our worn kitchen table, our fingertips covered in blue and black ink stains. There was an unspoken question lingering between us: how did we end up here? Both of us were allowing ourselves to imagine the possibility of trying to start over, wondering if we were really broken beyond repair. Maybe somewhere, another version of us was sitting at an old kitchen table, only they were a healthy family of four rather than a broken one of three. Despite our shared desire to try to be that family, or at least some skewed version of it, neither of us were brave enough to voice it. So instead, we picked up our pens again and got back to work, only now each of us had an understanding and respect for the other. It was unspoken, but present nonetheless.

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dontshootmespence · 7 years ago

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The Ties That Bind

A/N: A follow-up for The Thread That Holds as requested by the original requester. In this, I focus a bit more on Jack and his life, but his life path drives Aaron to make a secret call. Jack is dating the Amish girl that made the quilt I spoke of. I decided to go with what I found on more modern Amish dating.

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Thankfully, he didn’t live in 18th century Amish country, Jack thought to himself as he made his way to Elizabeth’s house. Maybe he wouldn’t have thought anything different of it because he would’ve be raised differently, but that kind of strict way of life was something he couldn’t really comprehend.

After meeting at a singing event, which he felt was the only way to meet someone in the community and still keep his identity secret, he introduced himself to Elizabeth. His father had fallen in love with the quilt she’d been holding outside his house and they’d purchased it. It was hanging on their wall as a display piece. Hand-dyed in blues and purples, it contained 16 pieces of fabric, all pulled together by thin, black threading. It wasn’t the usual Amish quilt; normally, they were much more “put together” patterns, but Elizabeth’s parents liked to encourage her creativity, so her quilts were truly unique. As soon as Aaron realized the quilt had 16 pieces, including a heart in the center, he was sold - himself, Jack, Haley, Jessica, Gideon, Rossi, Strauss, Derek, Penelope, Elle, Spencer, JJ, Emily, Alex, Tara, Luke. The pieces of himself he always carried with him with his heart at the center.

Elizabeth took a liking to him immediately, at least he thought so considering the way she blushed in his presence. Ever since, they’d met up frequently, normally with her family supervising, but occasionally at a local diner outside town that many of the teens in the area seemed to frolic to. Jack wasn’t accustomed to Amish dating customs, but he assumed they were “courting.”

Tonight was the first night he was going to her house though. And he was a little nervous about it. They’d been seeing each other for more than a year and Jack was pretty sure he was in love with her. Her family wasn’t super strict, but they did want her marrying an Amish boy, which meant he would need to become one in order to marry her - something he hadn’t brought up with his father yet, and something he could easily imagine himself doing for her - his Elizabeth.

As he pulled his horse, Henry, after an old friend, into Elizabeth’s barn, he walked up to the house. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Fisher,” he said as they answered the door. His love popped her head out from behind her parents. “Hi, Elizabeth.”

“Hello Daniel,” she said shyly.

That’s who he was now. With his father around, he would hold a piece of Jack with himself forever, but he would gladly become Daniel if it meant spending his life with her.

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He’d spent the night playing board games with Elizabeth, her brother John, and their parents by candlelight. A very old custom called bundling, where two people courting would literally sleep in the same bed and talk all night, was no longer practiced in most communities, but he’d stayed the night, sleeping across from Elizabeth while her parents slept on the opposite side of the room.

Making sure her parents were asleep, he reached his hand toward hers. They spoke of their childhoods, though his much more vague than hers. They spoke of their courtship. She told him how smitten she was with him and he with her. He asked of marriage.

In a few years, after they’d both finished an associate’s degree at the local college, would she consider marrying him. Her giggly yes was all he could’ve hoped for.

That meant a conversation with his father. He needed to be fully welcomed into the community - he needed to become Amish.

“How was your night?” Aaron asked as his son walked in the door. He held up an eyebrow. After growing up in a world outside the Amish community in which they lived, it was hard for both of them to comprehend the innocence of the Amish, but Jack just snickered.

“Nothing like that. We talked a lot. Slept across from each other. It was very scandalous. We held hands.”

Aaron couldn’t have been happier for his son. Elizabeth was a sweet girl and if Jack loved her that’s all he wanted for him - to be happy. “I’m happy for you...Daniel.”

“Thanks Dad. Umm actually, I have something that I kind of need to bring up with you.”

Slowly, he sat down on the couch, a little worried at his son’s change of tone of voice. “What is it?”

“Obviously, it wouldn’t be before both of us finish some level of college, but I want to marry her.”

He was still young, but Aaron trusted that his son knew who he was and what he wanted. “Really?”

“Yes. I love her, Dad. But that would mean...I would have to become Amish.”

They lived in Amish country and had typically Amish names but they hadn’t been initiated into Amish life officially. “What would that entail?” He prayed it wouldn’t require Jack needing to cut any non-Amish people out of his life.

“I’m not exactly sure yet. Her parents aren’t very strict, but they do want her to marry an Amish boy.”

“Are you still allowed to...see me?” After everything that had happened to the two of them, he didn’t know if he could stomach not being able to see his only child.

“I assume so,” Jack replied confidently. But there was a hint of fear in his voice. “I’ll talk to her parents. I promise.”

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Being a parent was hard.

He wanted Jack to be happy, but if being happy meant never getting to see him again, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle it.

After Jack was asleep, he reached under the floorboards near his bed and picked up the burner phone, dialing the one person whose advice he needed now more than ever. “Hello?” She asked softly, confusion at the random number.

“JJ?”

There was a moment of hesitation on the line. “Hotch?” She whispered.

“It’s me.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“It’s so good to hear your voice. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just needed to ask your advice. You know in what area we were stationed right? Emily told you?”

She did. It was something the team probably shouldn’t have known, but they kept his secret, and they didn’t know in what state he resided. “Yea. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing per se. It’s just Jack has started seeing someone here...and he wants to marry her.” Could he lose his son? He had no idea of Amish customs.

JJ sounded so happy for him. Aaron could hear the quiver in her voice. “What’s the problem?”

“He would have to convert and I don’t know what that means for my relationship with him.” There were few moments in his life when he remembered being equally afraid. “I could lose him.”

Now she understood why he’d called her so late at night. “I don’t think that’s how things work anymore, if they ever did, I mean. I could ask Reid?”

“Thanks,” he laughed softly. “I’m just afraid of losing him.”

She couldn’t imagine never seeing Henry or Michael again, but she also wanted her boys to be happy. “I know you just want Jack to be happy. You have to trust that he will choose what’s best for him.”

The old friends spoke for a little while longer, reminiscing about old times while talking about their kids. “Just trust that Jack will know what to do, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied. It was easier said than done, but he would try.

“No problem. Take care of yourself, Aaron.”

He felt better now. Life was uncertain, but his love for his son wasn’t. Like the thread in the quilt that had brought Elizabeth and Jack together in the first place, his love for his son would keep them together no matter how far apart they were. Whatever Jack decided, it would be for him. That’s how it needed to be.

“I will. Thank you, JJ.”

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gossomerchinadolls · 7 years ago

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FFXV: Comrades - Meet the Cast

Andali Jeran of Galahd

Andali Jeran of Galahd, Kingsglaive. 32 during the Fall of Insomnia. Brown-haired, red-eyed. No visible tattoos when clothed, singular visible scar when clothed (cheek). Various tattoos and scars adorn her body.

--Andali grew up in Niflheim-controlled Galahd as a young freedom fighter. Her village was more remote than some-- she didn’t grow up in the capital city of Galahd for instance, like Nyx and Libertus did, which doesn’t mean it escaped occupation in the early days or the hardships and anger that came from it. However, as a teenager a call came out for those willing to help in a huge push against the Empire set in Galahd’s capital. Andali and a few others set out to aid them and were in the nightmare battle that followed. Injured, Andali was unaware of aid from Insomnia until she woke up in an Insomnian hospital being treated, only learning how disastrous the battle had been later from a fellow patient. Upon release, she was unable to find any of those from Galahd that she knew. Unable to return home and with no family to support her, Andali had a difficult time adjusting to life inside Insomnia, like many other refugees. However, being a simple refugee inside a strange territory did not sit well with her, and when feelers were put out for volunteers for the King’s new Glaive program-- to protect Insomnia and eventually take back the homes of the refugees-- Andali Jeran jumped at the chance. They would become the family Andali had left behind in Galahd.

--Andali pined hopelessly after Titus Drautos, much to the amusement and teasing of brother and sister Glaives. --Andali does not blame Niflheim people, though that is purely because the few actual people she found conflict with inside Galahd were officers; therefor, Niflheim officers/authoritarian figures and MTs bear the burnt of her ire. --Andali might respect the Astrals and recognize they exist, but Andali is chiefly atheist and acknowledges the Astrals remotely, by learned habit as opposed to actual feeling and faith.

Ranit Virginius of Galahd

Ranit Virginius of Galahd, Kingsglaive. Mid to maybe late twenties at the time of Insomnia’s fall, birth date and year unknown. Brown-black hair, coffee-with-cream brown eyes. Geometric tattoos along arms and legs, angled Galahdian facial tattoos, light scarring on face.

--Born “across the Galahd river,” Ranit and his family are actually from a marsh-forest, where they proceeded to be quintessential country bumpkins making moonshine and smuggling illicit goods in and out of Galahd’s capital. Ranit was inside the capital joining his father and learning the rest of the family business when the Freedom Fighters clashed with stationed Niflheim officers and MTs; seperated from his father, he was among the refugees to be taken Insomnia. He would later learn that his father had fallen-- injured, likely dead-- during the conflict. He would join the Kingsglaive as soon as he was able, with an axe to bury in the enemy.

--Ranit will probably remain a virgin his whole life. --Ranit participates in good-nature “my branch is better than your branch” military shenanigans. --Ranit illegally made moonshine in his apartment to sell/distribute through the refugee district. --While he doesn’t blame all of Niflheim for the war, per say, he does believe they are complicit in it. Someone is making MTs and someone is ensuring that they stay supplied. He was a baby Smuggler. He knows something about supply lines.

Caleb Azarola of Galahd

Caleb Azarola of Galahd, Kingsglaive. 35 when Insomnia falls. Brown-eyed. Originally blond in his youth, the events of during Insomnia’s fall and subsequent months-- and especially the following years-- result in him becoming a redhead. Caleb has both facial scarring and other remnants of his time in conflict, as well as tattoos across his arms and torso, the bulk of which is made up of Galahdian honor tallies (re: mostly pictographs), though the entire right sleeve is tribal swirl.

--Caleb was born and raised up inside Andali’s village, though manages to be a few years older. Like many of the menfolk, Caleb’s father was a hunter, and Caleb and his father were spared the initial devastation of the village by being out on a hunting trip, where Caleb, age five, was beginning to learn his trade. Upon returning to find what had occurred, Mister Azarola began the rebellion movement inside the village, though it would eventually connect with other, larger movements elsewhere until it was a proper network. The movement began small, chiefly concerned with ensuring what remained of their settlement was fed and able to care for themselves and not required to rely on Niflheim’s good graces for survival. Obviously, Caleb followed along at his father’s heels. He would eventually rope young Andali into aiding them, though she went entirely willing. He would part from his father as a young adult, moving to answer the call of those in the capital where Niflheim’s forces were strongest. In the wake of the battle, while Lucian aid was pulling the injured and the desperate, Caleb found himself playing makeshift medical officer, enlisted by Insomnite forces to try to keep his brothers and sisters alive. Once in Insomnia, however, Caleb was shunted aside as they were cycled to “proper physicians,” and he rapidly lost track of them in the refugee district. He immediately joined up in the Kingsglaive; as with many Galahdian refugees, fighting Niflheim was all he really knows. Certainly hunting is useless inside Insomnia.

--Easily one of the most reserved among the Galahdian Kingsglaives, Caleb does not believe in sharing his secrets or spreading them around the rumor mill. --Caleb is That Big Brother Guy. Need a shoulder to cry on? Cry on his, he can handle it. Need someone to threaten that dude harassing you at work? Caleb. Crazy stalker girl? Caleb tells no secrets. (But he also doesn’t kill your crazy stalker girl. Sorry.)

Antonia Vitalis of Niflheim

Antonia Vitalis of Niflheim, civilian, housewife, occasional nurse. In her early thirties during the fall of Insomnia. Ash-blond hair and lavender eyes, pale skinned. Antonia carries no scars nor tattoos.

--Antonia was born in a Niflheim city nearby a military outpost to a middle-class family who intended eventually to marry her up the scale, teaching her how to manage to household; finances, organization, sewing, cooking, how to teach children their basics, as well as some midwifery. She was groomed to become the quintessential wife, but there was no hope she would catch a noble’s eye, so her family angled her at military officers instead. Antonia caught the eye of a Tenebrae medic instead, and he hers. Nicias Bonheur was not the sort the Vitalis patriarch wanted for his daughter and he made it very apparent, but the pair would not be dissuaded and Nicias went to the highest authority he could find-- as part of a Tenebrite contingent inside Niflheim’s borders and at their mercy, Prince Ravus Nox Fleuret stopped in as part of his tour to ensure his people were treated well, and was easily persuaded to marry them. The base brass, unwilling to buck the visiting nobility, signed all the paperwork to make it nice, neat and official on the Niflheim side. Antonia fled her family estate and moved into the Bonheur home, making fast friends with the matriarch. She was among the refugees taken to Lucis when Tenebrae burned.

--Antonia is a master in the kitchen. It’s her kitchen. You get out. (She may not, however, be as good at cooking as you.) --Antonia dearly loves her husband, but Tenebrae’s matriarchal society clashes a lot with Niflheim’s patriarchal one, and Antonia often finds herself at odds with how she is supposed to behave verses how she was taught to behave.

Nicias Vitalis of Tenebrae

Nicias Vitalis of Tenebrae, né Bonheur, pediatrician and drafted Tenebrae soldier turned medic. In his early thirties during the fall of Insomnia. Tenebrite-blond hair, sky-blue eyes.

--Born in a Tenebrae city to the Bonheur household, Nicias intended to become a fully licensed pediatrician and studied for it quite heavily. However, Niflheim enacted a draft, and Nicias was caught up in it, as a son of the Bonheur family. Nicias’ study in medicine resulted in him being conscripted into the medical corp, though as Niflheim’s military became more and more mechanized, Nicias’ duties included more and more often that of being a simple soldier. He met his wife, Antonia Vitalis, while stationed in her hometown, and very rapidly they fell in love in a precious, sweet romance. Her father opposed them (though her mother did not, which only served to cement "the family approves” in his mind even further) and, assured she would marry him if she could, Nicias began a bid to find a way around her father’s disapproval. Eventually his superiors and those of the Niflheim brass gave him a way to secure her hand in marriage, and he ensured she was capable of moving back to his family home, where his own parents eagerly awaited her arrival. Although not present in Insomnia during the city’s fall, Nicias was deployed in Altissia during the Tidemother’s commune and very nearly lost his life in the city. New marching orders sent him across the sea into Lucis shortly before the Night arrived.

--Despite having a degree in pediatrics, Nicias does not get to actually practice his practice, as he has far more time in combat medicine than anything else. --“A good doctor” does not necessarily mean “a nice doctor.” A good doctor will drag you back kicking and screaming, and Nicias is a very good doctor. --Has mixed feelings about the war.

Ardyn Lucis Caelum of Lucis

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Are you Starved for Love

Begging for love makes you more of a beggar. If you are starved for love, it is not because enough people do not love you but because you are not expressing your love to enough people. Starvation of love does not cease by receiving love, but ceases only by giving love.

If you are starved for love, it is not because enough people do not love you but because you are not expressing your love to enough people.

There is a lady in every home, who wakes up earlier than the rest of you and sleeps later than all of you. She does not have casual leave, privilege leave or sick leave. No holidays and no rest days.

Could you surprise her with a gift of love in this month of Valentine’s Day?

There is an old man in the house, who has been on his feet all his life for the sake of his family, worked and worked and kept working, much after he had earned enough for himself. A man who ensured in every possible way that each one in the family would have a better standard of life than what he had.

Could you go beyond the curtains of ego you had drawn between him and you, and demonstrate your love for him in unexpected ways in this month of Valentine’s Day?

There must be a teenage boy or girl in your very home, who isn’t sure, whether you are looking at them as a child or as an adult. Your stance seems to have so much of dual standards, which is so paradoxical to a teenager.

Can you take your daughter/son on a date, take time with them, befriend them and show them in ways that they understand that you care for them, that you love them beyond their comprehension and that they mean everything to you. Could this be your way of celebrating this month of Valentine’s Day with a difference?

Could you go back to your Alma Mater and meet your teachers who served as a turning point in your life and give them letters of love and gratitude? In this month of Valentine’s Day, can you make some of the people who created and recreated you feel extra special?

Above all, can you stop being your own enemy and learn to love yourself? For so many reasons and in so many ways, you stand against yourself, time and again. Can you become more charitable towards yourself, forgive yourself of your past and accept yourself as you are? Can a new love affair, where you are the lover and you are also the beloved begin from this month of Valentine’s Day?

Let the usual festivity of Valentine’s Day continue, but shall we also bring an extended meaning to this month of Valentine’s Day? Let your love cleanse your life and the life of all the people in your influence.

Love is love, only when it respects the feelings of the other. When we do not recognise the feelings of the other, we make them feel like a thing, a commodity. You love others, not for who they are; but for what you can be when you are with them.

Others too love you, not for who you are; but for what they can be when they are with you. By respecting their feelings, you make them feel respected.

Love is an end in itself. You love because you love, and not for the reciprocation of love.

The child comes home crying having lost his pencil in the school. What the child needs now is an adult at home, who in some way can make the child feel that his feelings are respected; but what the child gets is an intellectualisation on whether or not crying is appropriate for something so trifle. The girl cries in the classroom for she has missed her centum in maths by one mark.

What the girl needs right now is some gesture from the teacher or classmates that they understand her feelings; but what she gets is advice on why she should not let small things bother her. The teenager is interested in someone from the opposite sex.

What he needs is someone in his life who matters to him, who’ll show him that they understand his sentiments and recognise his feelings; but what he gets is someone philosophising on infatuation. The wife pours her heart out about what she had gone through in the day.

What she needs is the lap of her husband to sob, his shoulders to cry on and a hand that can wipe her tears and say, “I understand darling…” but what she gets is a special executive seminar on human relationship. Some gestures, some noise and some one-liners keep coming from the aged parents to suggest that they are not feeling okay.

What they need now are eyes that show care, a touch that confirms ‘I am there for you’ and ears willing to empathise with their feelings; but they get a rational explanation on positive attitude.

Love is recognised as Love, only when we respect the feelings of the other. Whether those feelings are right or wrong, appropriate or inappropriate… is secondary. Their primary need is to know, ‘Do you respect my feelings?’

Erroneously, out of our love for them, we assume that we should solve whatever they are going through and approach every situation with loads of intelligence. People will open up to your solutions only if they know that these solutions are coming from people who love them.

And they will recognise that you love them only if they see that you respect their feelings. Love must feed the heart first before it even attempts to feed the mind.

Starvation of love is in essence starvation of touch. Love and touch are synonymous. When the child was in the womb of the mother, he kept experiencing a oneness with his mother only through the sensation of touch. Much before the child learns to perceive stimuli through the other senses, he recognises the stimulus of touch.

Every time the child cries out of insecurity, some adult holding the child close to his bosom comforts him. Children grow in the arms, shoulders and the lap of adults. Hugging is the most intimate of all experiences for a child. To every child, touch is oneness and this oneness is their primary understanding of love.

However, as children grow, we adults, withdraw ourselves from touching them. We start relating TO them rather than relating WITH them. Once we stop touching them, they become touch starved and this makes them love starved.

True, you may be providing them everything materialistically; while the mind of your child will recognise all these so called expressions of love, the heart keeps longing for touch. After all, it is not by the amount of money or by the quantum of gifts or by the verbosity of language that the heart grew in love and oneness.

It knew oneness only by touch and it grew in love only by touch. Every adolescent, who has fallen into the ugliness of perversion, is a case of a child who has been rendered touch-starved by the family.

It does not matter whether it is a parent-child relationship or a husband-wife relationship or a brother-sister relationship… unless there is non-sexual touch in a relationship, there may still be a lot of respect in the relationship but the presence of love in that relationship will not be recognised.

If you want to save your children from joining the ‘World Perversion Club’, bring enough non-sexual touch into your relationship. If you want to bring back the excitement in marriage, bring back enough non-sexual touch into your relationship.

If you want to bring back those intimate days you shared with your parents, bring back enough non-sexual touch into your relationship. Lean on their shoulders, take them in your lap, hold their hands in yours, place your head on their lap and experience the river of tears that flow once again in love.

If you miss it now, then you will one day touch the dead body and cry your love out; but then it will be too late. People who cry the loudest at a funeral are usually the ones who did not touch enough the one who died, when that person was alive?

Even the kings, the queens and the legends crave for this touch of love; after all, they too have the same heart of a human being, as yours and as mine. So, what makes you think that your father or your mother-in-law may be an exception?

Relationship is about communication, but love is about communion; and communion is only possible through touch. Nothing deepens love like touch, and nothing starves love like touch starvation.

Call out to your loved ones, “I don’t think my empty arms can hold out any longer… come… come to me.”

Apart from respecting the feelings of those you love and practicing enough non-sexual touch in the relationship, ask every day, “How can I, through my expression of love, make someone’s heart blossom today?” The economics of love is that it fills the heart of both the giver and the receiver. So, you do not love for reciprocation of love. “If you love me, then…” “I know you love mummy, so please…” “Okay, I will do this for you because I love you, but then…” These are not expressions of love, but vulgar transactions made in the name of love.

Love transacted is not love at all. Love should never be a means. Love is an end in itself. You love because you love, and not reciprocation of love.

Also remember, if it hurts then there is love in that relationship. People ask, “Why do people we love hurt us?” The very question is wrong. Hurt is a confirmation that there is love in that relationship. If that comment or gesture was made by a stranger, it would not have even scratched your heart.

The very fact that it has is a confirmation that it has come from someone you love. Love hurts; if it hurts then it is love. If we give up love because it hurts, then our alternatives are only loneliness, despair and death. Who said love is all laughter? It is tears too.

After all, love can never be either this OR that; it is this AND that. Love is an all-inclusive package.

Even a small pebble or a blowing wind can disturb the moon’s reflection in the lake. It shatters into thousands of pieces all over the lake and as the lake settles down, it again appears as the moon. Actually, the real moon was never disturbed; only its reflection was.

True love is exactly the same. Hurt is the ripples, but with time, love settles down to confirm that love was, love is and love will be.

The only word big enough to accommodate love is LIFE. Love is the only gospel needed, for nothing other than love can transform the world. Nothing is more cleansing than love. If you miss love, you miss life.

Do not make love the special prerogative of Jesus Christs, Mother Teresas and Buddhas. Love is neither patented to anyone nor is it the sole property of a few. If God is love, and God created this existence with the energy of love, and if God created every human being after his own image, then Love is me, Love is you and Love is us.

Let us together build a loving, lovable and lovely world. It starts with us.

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