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Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Thirty Three

The months passed swiftly on Paradis, and the fruits of their labor were undeniable. The mining of the ice burst stone had proven to be even more successful than anticipated. Deep beneath the earth’s surface, veins of the valuable resource extended farther than anyone had imagined, making Paradis one of the wealthiest territories in the world in terms of raw materials. The discovery had sent shockwaves through the scientific and military communities, and Valorian engineers worked tirelessly alongside Hange, devising innovative ways to utilize the stone.

“Did you know this gas can make swords lighter, Levi?” Hange babbled excitedly, holding up a piece of steel suspended by wires in her lab. “We’re talking about combat efficiency through the roof! Imagine ODM gear being twice as effective because the blades are easier to maneuver!”

Levi rubbed his temples, trying to feign interest. “As long as it kills titans or anyone stupid enough to threaten Paradis, that’s all that matters.”

“Always so pragmatic,” Hange teased, her glasses catching the light as she grinned. “But this discovery could change everything.”

Levi wasn’t one to entertain Hange’s scientific ramblings for long, but even he couldn’t deny the implications. Still, his thoughts wandered elsewhere—to Solina. She’d flourished in these two months, becoming an irreplaceable figure among the people of Paradis.

The charity she and Historia had established was thriving. Levi had witnessed firsthand the impact it was making. Rows of modest yet sturdy homes now dotted the outskirts of Shiganshina, specifically designed for single mothers and their children. The buildings were surrounded by lush community gardens where children laughed and played. Solina had poured her heart into the project, and it showed.

One day, as Levi walked through the housing district, he overheard a conversation between two mothers sitting on a bench, their toddlers giggling nearby.

“Princess Solina even visited my house last week,” one said, her voice tinged with awe. “She asked me if there was anything more we needed. Can you believe that? A princess coming to my house?”

“She’s so kind,” the other replied. “It’s no wonder Captain Levi married her. They say she’s Valoria’s Diamond, and I can see why.”

Levi’s steps faltered, their words stirring something deep within him. It wasn’t just pride—it was a profound gratitude for the woman who’d become his partner. He found Solina later that evening in her study, poring over reports from the charity.

“You work too hard,” he said, leaning casually against the doorway.

Solina looked up, startled but smiling. “And who’s the one who pushes himself harder than anyone else?” she countered playfully.

Levi approached her, his eyes softening as he watched her. “What you’re doing here…” He paused, searching for the right words. “It’s incredible, Solina. These kids, these families… They’re going to have a chance because of you.”

Solina’s cheeks flushed, but her smile widened. “I couldn’t have done it without you and Queen Historia. You’ve both been so supportive.”

Levi stepped closer, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re something else, you know that?” His voice was low, almost reverent. “Someone like you… maybe if you’d been around back then, my mother—” He stopped himself, looking away.

Solina stood, placing her hands on his arms. “Levi,” she said softly, “I’m so sorry for what you went through. But if this can help even a fraction of the people who need it, then it’s worth every effort.”

He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah. It is.”

Meanwhile, at the military training grounds, Solomon and Levi continued their rigorous oversight of the joint military exercises. The soldiers of Paradis had come to admire the Valorian crown prince for his strategic mind and combat prowess, even if his royal status initially made them skeptical. Solomon had earned their respect, and he held his own in sparring matches, often pushing the soldiers to their limits.

One soldier muttered to another during a break, “I swear, that prince is as intense as Captain Levi.”

The other scoffed. “No one’s as intense as Captain Levi. But yeah, he’s close.”

As for Solomon, he was doing his best to bury his unrequited feelings for Mikasa. His longing glances had grown less frequent, but he still couldn’t help but admire her skill during training sessions. Mikasa, for her part, remained oblivious, focused entirely on her duties and, of course, on Eren.

Back at the Ackerman estate, Solina and Levi’s relationship had deepened into something neither had anticipated. Levi found himself looking forward to the quiet evenings they spent together, whether it was sharing a meal or simply sitting in companionable silence. He had always considered love a luxury he couldn’t afford, but with Solina, it felt natural—like breathing.

One night, as they sat by the fireplace, Solina rested her head on Levi’s shoulder. “Did you ever think we’d get here?” she asked softly.

Levi looked down at her, his hand brushing against hers. “No,” he admitted. “But I’m glad we did.”

Their love was quiet but steadfast, a sanctuary in a world that had rarely offered them peace. And though they had only known each other for a short time, Levi couldn’t imagine his life without her now.

Their love life had blossomed into something neither of them had expected. For Levi, it was as if Solina had unlocked a side of herself that he hadn’t known existed—a side that was playful, mischievous, and utterly insatiable when it came to him.

Levi didn’t mind being wanted. Hell, he liked it more than he cared to admit. But sometimes, he felt like he had created a monster. Solina, his once-demure wife, had no qualms about teasing him in public. She would cast him sly glances or brush her fingers against his hand in ways that made his stomach twist with need—always when they were surrounded by others.

One such moment happened during a meeting at the palace. The council was discussing the progress of the ice burst stone mining, and Levi sat at the long table with the scouts, Solomon, and Historia. Solina sat beside him, dutifully taking notes as Historia spoke.

But then Levi felt it: the softest touch on his thigh.

His body went rigid as he glanced down, only to see Solina’s hand resting innocently on his leg. She wasn’t even looking at him, her expression perfectly serene as she continued writing.

Levi leaned closer, his voice low and sharp. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Solina didn’t respond. Instead, her fingers began a slow, deliberate movement, tracing circles on his inner thigh.

Levi swallowed hard, his grip on the edge of the table tightening. “Solina,” he hissed under his breath, his tone warning.

Finally, she turned her head toward him, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yes, husband?” she asked, her voice so sweet it made his teeth ache.

Levi glared at her, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Behave,” he muttered.

Solina only smiled, withdrawing her hand and returning her attention to the meeting as if nothing had happened. Levi spent the rest of the meeting gritting his teeth and praying no one had noticed his reddened ears.

At the Ackerman estate, their evenings were no less eventful. Solina seemed to take great pleasure in discovering new ways to tease her husband, and Levi—stoic and disciplined though he was—often found himself helpless under her touch.

One night, as they lay in bed, Solina ran her fingers through Levi’s dark hair, her nails grazing his scalp as she whispered softly in his ear. “You know, I think I’m getting better at driving you crazy.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Better? You’ve mastered it, troublemaker.”

Solina giggled, her cheeks flushing. “It’s just fun to see you lose control,” she admitted, her hand trailing down his chest. “You’re always so composed around everyone else, but with me…” She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his jaw. “You’re all mine.”

Levi’s breath hitched, and he grabbed her wrist, stopping her wandering hand. His stormy gray eyes met hers, filled with a mixture of exasperation and desire. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

Solina tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Am I?”

“Yes,” Levi said, his voice low and gravelly. “And one of these days, I’m going to turn the tables on you.”

Solina’s laughter was soft and melodic as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’d like to see you try,” she teased.

For Solina, this side of their marriage was everything Lady Madeline had promised it would be—intimate, exhilarating, and deeply fulfilling. Levi made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He worshipped her with a quiet intensity that left her breathless, and in return, she loved seeing him, the strongest man she’d ever known, come completely undone under her touch.

In many ways, Levi had become her safe haven, her partner in every sense of the word. She trusted him completely, and that trust allowed her to explore parts of herself she hadn’t even known were there.

One afternoon, as they sat together in the garden, Solina rested her head on Levi’s shoulder, a content smile playing on her lips. “I didn’t know marriage could be like this,” she said softly.

Levi glanced at her, his expression softening. “Like what?”

“Comfortable,” Solina replied. “Loving. Fun.” She looked up at him, her green eyes shining. “You make me feel… safe. And confident.”

Levi reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “That’s how you make me feel, too,” he admitted, his voice low. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their love settling over them like a warm blanket.

Solina smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I think we’re doing pretty well for newlyweds.”

Levi chuckled softly. “Yeah, we are.”

…

Later on, Levi stood in the open training yard at HQ, his sharp gray eyes scanning the soldiers before him. The Valorian and Paradis soldiers were working together in synchronized drills, their movements precise and fluid—a testament to weeks of rigorous training. Solomon stood nearby, arms crossed, issuing commands to a group of Paradis soldiers practicing Valorian combat techniques.

Things had been progressing well on all fronts. The ice burst stone mining had exceeded expectations, yielding an abundance of the rare material. Engineers and scientists were already exploring its endless potential, and Hange, as usual, was utterly consumed by the possibilities. For the military, the integration of Paradis and Valorian forces had also been a resounding success. The soldiers had built camaraderie, and even Solomon had earned the respect of Paradis' hardened veterans with his combat skills and leadership.

But something was gnawing at Levi’s mind.

He shifted his attention from the soldiers to Solomon, who was now sparring with a Paradis soldier, demonstrating techniques with his usual finesse. Levi had grown to respect the Crown Prince. Despite his initial reservations, Solomon had proven himself to be skilled, intelligent, and surprisingly down-to-earth for a man of his rank. But Levi couldn’t shake the question lingering in the back of his mind.

What exactly did the Emperor want with the ice burst stone?

Levi wasn’t the type to speculate without cause. He had spent enough time with the Valorians to know they weren’t reckless, and the Emperor himself seemed like a pragmatic man, not someone who would misuse such a powerful resource. Still, the lack of transparency was unsettling.

“Oi, Crown Prince,” Levi called out, his voice cutting through the clamor of the training yard. Solomon paused mid-spar, glancing over his shoulder.

“What is it, Captain?” Solomon asked, his tone polite but curious as he straightened and handed the wooden training sword to the soldier he’d been sparring with.

Levi motioned for Solomon to join him, stepping away from the main group of soldiers to a quieter corner of the yard. Solomon followed, brushing a strand of red hair from his face.

“You’ve been working with the engineers and overseeing the mining,” Levi began, his voice low and measured. “Any idea what your old man plans to do with all that ice burst stone?”

Solomon’s expression didn’t falter, but there was a brief flicker of something in his eyes—something Levi didn’t miss.

“The ice burst stone has many applications,” Solomon said after a moment, his tone diplomatic. “It’s already being used to enhance transportation, machinery, and military equipment. My father likely sees it as a means to strengthen Valoria’s technological and economic standing.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s a lot of words to say nothing.”

Solomon chuckled softly, crossing his arms. “You don’t mince words, do you, Captain?”

“No, I don’t. And I don’t like vague answers either.” Levi’s gaze was steady, probing. “The Emperor hasn’t been clear about his intentions. You’re here as his representative. Surely you know more than you’re letting on.”

Solomon met Levi’s gaze, his expression calm but unreadable. “I understand your concern, Captain. But I assure you, Valoria’s intentions are not hostile. My father values this alliance with Paradis. The ice burst stone is a resource that will benefit both our nations.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately. He studied Solomon, searching for cracks in the Crown Prince’s carefully constructed demeanor. But Solomon held firm, his composure unshaken.

“Tch. Fine,” Levi muttered, turning his attention back to the training yard. “But if there’s something I should know, you’d better tell me before it becomes a problem.”

“You have my word,” Solomon said, inclining his head slightly.

Levi didn’t entirely trust Solomon’s response, but he knew he wouldn’t get anything more out of the prince today. Still, the interaction left him uneasy. If there was more to the Emperor’s plans for the ice burst stone, Levi intended to find out—one way or another.

For now, he pushed the thought aside and returned to the task at hand, barking orders at the soldiers to keep them on their toes. But as he watched Solomon step back into the fray, effortlessly commanding the respect of the troops, Levi couldn’t shake the feeling that the Crown Prince was holding something back.

And whatever it was, Levi had a sinking suspicion it wasn’t something he—or Paradis—would like.

Levi made his way across the training yard to where Hange was poring over a stack of blueprints and schematics spread out on a makeshift table. She was muttering to herself, gesturing animatedly as a group of engineers nodded along. Her enthusiasm was palpable, but Levi had a different matter on his mind.

“Hange,” Levi called, his voice cutting through her monologue.

She looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. “Ah, Levi! Just the man I wanted to see. Look at this!” She jabbed a finger at one of the schematics, her tone brimming with excitement. “If we can refine the gas from the ice burst stone properly, we might be able to reduce the weight of ODM gear by 30%! Can you imagine the possibilities?”

Levi glanced at the schematics briefly before cutting to the chase. “I need to talk to you. Alone.”

Hange raised an eyebrow, surprised by his serious tone, but she nodded. “Alright, give me a minute.” She turned to the engineers. “You all keep working on this. I’ll be back soon.”

Hange followed Levi to a quieter corner of the yard, her expression shifting to one of curiosity. “What’s on your mind, Captain Serious?”

Levi crossed his arms, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s about the Emperor and the ice burst stone.”

Hange tilted her head, intrigued. “What about it?”

Levi exhaled sharply, trying to gather his thoughts. “It’s not that I don’t trust Solomon or the Emperor. I’ve seen enough to know they’re not our enemies. And I know the Emperor wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize Paradis—not with Solina living here now. But there’s something they’re not telling us.”

Hange leaned against the wall, her eyes studying Levi intently. “You think they’re hiding something?”

“I know they are,” Levi said flatly. “I asked Solomon directly, and he danced around the question. Gave me some vague answer about the stone being used to strengthen Valoria’s economy and technology. He didn’t outright lie, but he wasn’t being honest either.”

Hange frowned, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “That is…interesting. But what could they possibly want with the stone that they’d need to keep it a secret? We’ve already seen its potential—machinery, transportation, even military applications. What more could there be?”

Levi shook his head. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. The stone’s properties—its weight-reducing gas, its energy potential—are all revolutionary. But if there’s another use for it, something we haven’t considered…”

“Something they don’t want us to know about,” Hange finished, her expression darkening slightly.

Levi nodded. “Exactly. I don’t think it’s anything that would harm Paradis. The Emperor’s too careful for that. But I can’t ignore the feeling that there’s a piece of the puzzle we’re missing.”

Hange crossed her arms, her mind already racing through possibilities. “You’re right to trust your instincts, Levi. Solomon’s a sharp guy, but even he has limits to what he’s willing to share. If the Emperor has plans for the ice burst stone that go beyond what we’ve been told, it’s worth keeping an eye on.”

Levi gave her a pointed look. “You’re better at this kind of thing than I am. If there’s anything you can dig up—anything that doesn’t add up—I want to know about it.”

Hange grinned, her enthusiasm returning. “Oh, you’re putting me on a mission, are you? Fine, I’ll see what I can find. But don’t be surprised if I end up roping you into it later.”

“Tch. Just don’t get caught snooping around,” Levi muttered.

Hange laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Levi. I’ve got this. And if there’s something they’re hiding, you can bet I’ll figure it out.”

Levi watched as Hange walked back to her blueprints, her mind already working on how to uncover the truth. He trusted her to handle it—she was relentless when it came to chasing answers. But even as he returned to the soldiers, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the back of his mind.

Whatever the Emperor’s true intentions were, Levi was determined to find out. And if it turned out to be something Paradis couldn’t ignore, he would be ready.

…

Levi returned to the Ackerman Estate later that afternoon, his thoughts still swirling around his earlier conversation with Hange. The questions about the Emperor’s true intentions with the ice burst stone clung to him like a shadow, and no matter how much he tried to shake it off, the unease wouldn’t leave him.

As his carriage rolled to a stop in front of the estate, Levi stepped out and immediately noticed how quiet everything seemed—at least from the outside. He opened the grand front door, already expecting to find Solina in the middle of one of her projects. But instead of the usual calm hum of the household, he was greeted by what could only be described as an onslaught of noise.

Shrill screeches, off-key notes, and enthusiastic banging echoed from one of the large rooms on the first floor. It sounded like someone was torturing a pack of animals, and Levi froze in the entryway, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade out of instinct.

“What the hell…” he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he made his way toward the source of the chaos.

The closer he got, the louder the cacophony became. His keen ears picked up on what sounded like mismatched violin strings screeching over the banging of a tambourine and the jarring, off-rhythm pounding of a small drum. Yet, cutting through it all, he could hear Solina’s voice—bright and encouraging.

When Levi stepped into the music room, the sight before him was both confusing and…endearing.

A group of children from Historia’s orphanage was spread throughout the room, each armed with a musical instrument. Some were banging away on drums, while others were screeching bows across violins. One particularly enthusiastic boy seemed to be testing how loud he could blow into a recorder, much to the annoyance of the child next to him. Solina stood in the center of it all, her emerald eyes sparkling with delight as she clapped her hands in time with the chaotic rhythm.

“That’s it! Wonderful effort, everyone!” she exclaimed, her voice rising above the din. “Remember, music comes from the heart. Don’t be afraid to feel it!”

Levi stood in the doorway, his mouth slightly ajar as he processed the scene. He had faced Titans, Marleyan soldiers, and the horrors of war—but nothing could have prepared him for this.

One of the kids, a freckled boy holding a tiny cymbal, noticed Levi first. His eyes widened, and he tugged on Solina’s dress. “Princess Solina, Captain Levi’s here!”

Solina turned, her face lighting up at the sight of her husband. “Levi!” she exclaimed, completely unfazed by the noise. “You’re home early!”

Levi stepped further into the room, dodging a tambourine that had fallen to the floor. “What…is all this?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of confusion and exasperation.

Solina laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m giving the kids a music lesson! Isn’t it wonderful? They’ve been so eager to learn.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room at the enthusiastic, if somewhat uncoordinated, group of children. “Wonderful isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Oh, come on,” Solina teased, walking over to him. “They’re trying their best. Music is about expression, not perfection.”

Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It sounds like a flock of dying pigeons.”

“Levi!” Solina chided, though she couldn’t suppress her giggle. “They’re kids. Be nice.”

One of the children—a boy no older than eight—stepped forward, clutching his small drum nervously. “Captain Levi, do you want to play too?”

Levi blinked, taken aback. “Me?”

“Yeah!” the boy said, his face lighting up. “Princess Solina said music is for everyone.”

Solina beamed at her husband, her expression daring him to say no. Levi sighed heavily, knowing he’d lost this battle before it even began.

“I’ll pass,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “But keep practicing. Maybe next time it won’t sound like you’re trying to summon Titans.”

The kids erupted into laughter, and even Solina couldn’t hold back her amusement. She reached out and squeezed Levi’s hand. “Thank you for humoring us,” she said softly, her smile filled with affection.

Levi glanced at her, his irritation melting away. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t let them break anything.”

As the children resumed their enthusiastic practice, Solina led Levi out of the room, her hand still in his. “Admit it,” she teased. “You thought it was a little cute.”

“Tch.” Levi didn’t respond, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

Solina grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

…

The screeching of violins and banging of drums gradually died down as Solina clapped her hands, gathering the children's attention. "Alright, everyone! Let’s give the instruments a little break and try something new," she said brightly, her voice filled with unwavering enthusiasm.

Levi, who had been lingering near the doorway with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure what could be worse than the makeshift orchestra he’d just endured. His question was quickly answered as Solina announced, “We’re going to practice singing! Let’s form a choir!”

The children lit up at the idea and eagerly scrambled into a loose formation in front of Solina. Some were standing, others kneeling, and one particularly bold boy climbed onto a chair to be in the “front row.” Solina didn’t seem to mind their lack of order as she smiled warmly and gestured for them to settle down.

“Now,” she began, clasping her hands together, “we’re going to sing a simple song. Something cheerful and easy, okay?”

“Yes, Princess Solina!” the kids chorused, though their voices ranged from sweet and angelic to gratingly high-pitched. Levi winced at the cacophony but stayed quiet, leaning against the doorframe with his usual stoic expression.

“Perfect!” Solina exclaimed, clearly unfazed. “Let’s start with a scale. Repeat after me.” She sang a note, her voice clear and melodic, and the children attempted to follow. Attempted being the key word.

The result was… something. Half the group was too high, a few were too low, and one girl seemed to be singing an entirely different tune altogether. Levi’s eye twitched as the discordant sound filled the room. He half-expected the estate’s glass windows to start cracking under the strain.

“Great effort!” Solina said, beaming despite the auditory assault. “Let’s try again. Remember to breathe deeply and use your diaphragm.”

As the children tried once more, Levi couldn’t help but watch his wife in awe. She was so patient, so encouraging, even when the result was a chaotic mess. She was completely in her element, her green eyes sparkling with warmth and her smile lighting up the room. It was the kind of radiance that softened even the toughest of hearts.

“Are you going to join us this time, Captain Levi?” Solina called out, her tone teasing as she glanced back at him.

Levi snorted. “Not a chance.”

The kids giggled, and one boy whispered to his friend, “Do you think he can even sing?”

“Of course he can!” the other whispered back. “He’s Captain Levi. He can do anything.”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t bother correcting them. Instead, he shifted his gaze back to Solina, who was trying her best to lead the kids through a simple song. The words were straightforward enough, and Solina sang each line first for the children to repeat.

The first attempt was… rough. One boy was two beats ahead, three others were hopelessly off-key, and a little girl in the back was singing so softly she could barely be heard. Levi bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as the chaos unfolded.

“You’re doing great!” Solina said, clapping her hands. “Let’s try again, but this time, follow my lead. Remember, it’s not about being perfect—it’s about having fun.”

Levi scoffed softly to himself. Not about being perfect? That was a foreign concept to him. But he had to admit, watching Solina interact with the kids was… endearing. She was a natural with them, effortlessly making each child feel seen and valued, no matter how off-key their singing was.

The second attempt wasn’t much better than the first, but Solina didn’t seem to mind. She encouraged them with soft applause and kind words, and the kids were clearly having the time of their lives. Levi, despite his usual preference for order and structure, found himself smiling faintly at the scene.

As the children launched into another enthusiastic (and off-key) round of singing, Solina glanced over her shoulder and caught Levi watching. Her smile widened, and she gave him a little wave.

Levi shook his head but couldn’t hide the warmth in his expression. “You’re going to break every window in this estate,” he called out, his tone deadpan.

The kids burst into laughter, and Solina shot him a playful glare. “Oh, hush, Levi. You’re just jealous of our talent.”

“Talent, huh?” Levi muttered, pushing off the doorframe and walking closer. “Pretty sure I just heard a cat screeching in there somewhere.”

“Captain Levi!” one of the kids protested, his face red with laughter. “We’re trying our best!”

Solina laughed along with them, her joy infectious. She turned to the children and said, “Don’t listen to him. You’re doing wonderfully. And besides…” She glanced back at Levi, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “He’s secretly enjoying this. He just won’t admit it.”

Levi snorted but didn’t deny it. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, content to watch as Solina continued leading the children. The sound might have been grating, but the sight of his wife so happy, so at ease—it was worth every off-key note.

An hour later, the children’s laughter echoed through the halls as they gathered their belongings, preparing to head back to the orphanage. Solina stood by the grand entryway, her radiant smile never faltering as she handed out small satchels of snacks and trinkets she had prepared for each child.

“Thank you, Princess Solina!” a little girl chirped, clutching her bag tightly. “This was the best day ever!”

Solina knelt down to the child’s level, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad you had fun. You’ll have to come back soon, alright?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically before joining the others near the waiting carriage. The clattering of hooves and the creak of the wooden wheels signaled the driver’s readiness to depart. The house staff busied themselves ensuring every child was accounted for, while Levi lingered in the background, arms crossed and expression neutral—though his eyes softened as he watched Solina interact with the children.

“Alright, everyone, time to say goodbye!” Solina called out cheerfully, her voice carrying over the chatter. The children rushed forward, lining up to give her hugs. Each one received a warm embrace and a few kind words from the princess, who seemed to know exactly how to make each child feel special.

Just as the last child stepped away from Solina, the group turned their collective attention to Levi. There was a brief pause, a hushed murmur, and then chaos erupted.

“Captain Levi! Don’t think you’re getting away that easily!” one boy shouted.

Before Levi could even process what was happening, a wave of children barreled toward him, their small arms wrapping around his legs, waist, and—unfortunately—his torso as they launched into an impromptu group hug. Levi’s eyes widened in alarm as he staggered slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected ambush.

“Oi!” he barked, his voice sharper than intended. “What the hell—”

But the children only laughed, completely unbothered by his gruff tone. “We’re hugging you goodbye, Captain!” one of the older boys declared proudly. “You can’t stop us!”

Levi scowled, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure of what to do. “Tch. Brats,” he muttered under his breath, though there was no real malice in his voice.

From the sidelines, Solina clapped a hand over her mouth, her green eyes wide with amusement. “Oh, Levi,” she teased, her voice laced with laughter. “I think they’ve taken a liking to you.”

Levi shot her a deadpan look over the sea of small heads. “You think this is funny?”

Solina giggled, stepping closer. “I think it’s adorable.”

One of the smaller boys tugged on Levi’s jacket. “Captain Levi, do you think we’re strong enough to join the Scouts one day?”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his usual stoicism softening slightly. “That depends. Are you willing to listen to orders and not act like little terrors?”

The boy beamed. “Yes, sir!”

Another child chimed in, “We’ll be strong, just like you!”

Levi sighed, finally letting his hands fall to his sides as he patted the head of the nearest child. “You’d better be stronger than me. The world’s only getting tougher.”

The children nodded solemnly, their admiration for Levi palpable. Solina watched the scene with a warm smile, her heart swelling at the sight. Despite his gruff demeanor, Levi had a way of connecting with people—especially those who needed it most. She had no doubt that these moments would leave a lasting impact on the kids.

“Alright, enough,” Levi said finally, his voice firm but not unkind. “Get on the carriage before the driver leaves without you.”

Reluctantly, the children released their hold on him and shuffled toward the waiting carriage. They waved enthusiastically as they climbed aboard, their voices overlapping as they called out their goodbyes.

“Goodbye, Princess Solina! Goodbye, Captain Levi! Thank you!”

Levi stood beside Solina, watching as the carriage began to roll away. The children leaned out the windows, still waving and shouting until the sound of their voices faded into the distance.

Solina turned to Levi, her expression soft and fond. “That was so sweet,” she said, resting a hand on his arm. “I think they’ve officially made you their favorite.”

Levi scoffed lightly, brushing a hand through his hair. “They’re relentless, I’ll give them that.”

Solina laughed, her emerald eyes sparkling with delight. “Oh, admit it, you enjoyed it.”

Levi glanced at her, his gaze lingering for a moment before he sighed. “Maybe,” he conceded quietly. Then, with a smirk tugging at his lips, he added, “But if they break anything next time, I’m holding you responsible.”

Solina chuckled, leaning into his side as they turned to head back into the estate. “Deal.”

…

Later on at dinner, the dining room was warm with the golden glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the intricately carved wooden table. Solina was seated across from Levi, her green eyes sparkling with excitement as she recounted the events of the day.

“And the little girl, the one with the pigtails? Oh, Levi, she said she wants to learn how to play the harp! Can you imagine? A harp! It’s such a difficult instrument, but she’s so determined. I think I’ll ask Lady Yvonne if she can spare some time to teach her.”

Levi nodded as he took another bite of his dinner, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Solina’s enthusiasm was infectious, and though he wasn’t particularly invested in musical aspirations, he couldn’t help but admire how deeply she cared for the children. “Sounds like she’s got the right teacher if she’s that determined.”

Solina beamed at the compliment. “Thank you, Levi. And the boys—they were talking about building something together. I think they’d love some carpentry lessons. Do you think you could...?” She trailed off, giving him a hopeful look.

Levi raised an eyebrow. “You want me to teach a bunch of kids how to build?”

“Well, you’re handy with tools,” she said with a small shrug, her smile turning playful. “I’ve seen the way you fix things around the estate.”

“Tch. I’m not running a woodworking class,” Levi replied, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness.

“But you’d be so good at it!” Solina pressed, her voice lilting with teasing warmth. “You’re patient, and you have such a steady hand.”

Levi couldn’t help but huff a soft laugh. “I’ll think about it.”

Satisfied with his answer, Solina turned her attention back to her plate, cutting into her roasted vegetables. Levi studied her for a moment, his gray eyes thoughtful. He decided it was as good a time as any to broach the subject that had been on his mind all day.

“Speaking of determination,” he began, keeping his tone light, “your father’s got plenty of it when it comes to the ice burst stone.”

Solina glanced up from her meal, her brows knitting together slightly. “What do you mean?”

Levi set down his fork and leaned back in his chair. “I mean, he’s been pouring a lot of resources into this mining project. Engineers, scientists, military personnel. It’s impressive, but it’s also...a lot.”

Solina tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Well, of course it’s a lot, Levi. The ice burst stone is a major discovery. It could change the future for both Valoria and Paradis.”

“That’s exactly what I’m wondering about,” Levi said carefully. “What kind of future? Has your father said what he plans to do with it?”

Solina frowned, her shoulders stiffening. “I don’t know the specifics, but I trust my father. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for a good reason.”

Levi nodded slowly, his gaze steady. “I’m not saying he doesn’t have good intentions. I just think it’s worth understanding what those intentions are. This stone—it’s powerful. Too powerful to leave questions unanswered.”

Solina set down her fork, her excitement from earlier fading as her expression turned defensive. “Levi, my father has ruled Valoria with wisdom and kindness for decades. He’s a man of vision, and he’s always acted in the best interest of his people. You don’t have to question him.”

Levi held up a hand in a placating gesture. “I’m not trying to start anything. I’m just being cautious. You know how much I care about Paradis and its future. I need to be sure this mining is as straightforward as it seems.”

Solina’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she sat up a little straighter. “It is straightforward. My father wouldn’t jeopardize the trust between Valoria and Paradis. He values this alliance as much as anyone.”

Levi could see the tension building in her shoulders, the slight tremor in her voice as she tried to mask her irritation. He sighed, realizing he had pushed too far. “You’re right,” he said softly. “I trust your judgment. Let’s leave it at that.”

Solina studied him for a moment, her expression softening slightly. “I know you’re just trying to protect Paradis,” she admitted quietly. “But my father isn’t someone you need to worry about. He’s an honorable man.”

Levi gave her a small nod, deciding to let the matter drop. He reached across the table, placing his hand gently over hers. “I believe you.”

The gesture seemed to ease the lingering tension, and Solina offered him a faint smile. “Thank you, Levi.”

The rest of the meal continued in relative silence, but Levi’s mind remained preoccupied. He didn’t want to upset Solina, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that there was more to the emperor’s plans than met the eye. Still, for now, he would set his suspicions aside. Solina deserved to enjoy her success and happiness without the shadow of doubt looming over them.

…

The bedroom was quiet, save for the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards as Levi moved about, tidying up before bed. Solina sat at her vanity, the golden light of the lamp casting a warm glow on her features as she brushed her long red hair. Her emerald eyes were distant, lost in thought.

Levi’s words from dinner still lingered in her mind. Why would he bring that up? she wondered, her brow furrowing slightly. She knew Levi cared deeply for Paradis—his skepticism wasn’t unfounded, but it still unsettled her. Her father had always been a man of vision, someone she admired deeply. If anyone could be trusted to wield the power of the ice burst stone responsibly, it was Emperor Valerius.

Levi emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his dark hair slightly damp, and a towel slung around his neck. He glanced at her, noticing her faraway expression. “You’re quiet,” he observed, his voice low but steady.

Solina blinked, realizing she’d been brushing the same strand of hair for several minutes. “Just thinking,” she replied softly, placing the brush down on the polished surface of the vanity.

Levi walked over, his bare feet silent against the rug as he stood behind her. He rested his hands gently on her shoulders, meeting her gaze through the mirror. “About what I said?” he asked knowingly.

She hesitated, her hands fiddling with a small trinket on the vanity. “Yes,” she admitted. “I just... I don’t understand why you’d even bring it up. My father isn’t some scheming tyrant, Levi. He loves Valoria, and he values this alliance with Paradis.”

Levi’s gray eyes softened, and he gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “I know that,” he said. “I’m not questioning his character. I’ve seen the way he runs things—he’s a good leader. But when you’ve lived through what I have... it’s hard not to be cautious. I don’t want Paradis to end up in a situation where we’re dependent on someone else’s resources or technology without understanding the full picture.”

Solina turned in her seat to face him, her expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “Levi, you don’t think my father would use the ice burst stone to manipulate Paradis, do you? He wants to share advancements, not hoard them.”

Levi crouched slightly so he was at her eye level, his hands now resting on the armrests of her chair. “I’m not saying he would. But power—any kind of power—has a way of changing people. I’ve seen it happen before.”

His words gave her pause, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Solina looked down at her lap, her fingers twisting together. “I don’t know exactly what my father’s plans are,” she confessed. “But I do know he wants to use the ice burst stone to strengthen Valoria and share those advancements with Paradis. He wants to help, Levi. He’s not like the kings and emperors of old who sought conquest and control.”

Levi studied her face, taking in the sincerity in her voice. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I believe you,” he said quietly. “And I’m not trying to undermine your trust in him. I just want to be sure we’re not overlooking anything.”

Solina nodded slowly, her expression softening. “I know you’re trying to protect Paradis. It’s one of the things I admire about you.” She reached up, placing a hand over his. “But you don’t have to do it alone, Levi. I’m here too.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Levi’s mouth, and he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know,” he murmured. “And I’m glad.”

Solina’s smile returned, and she squeezed his hand before rising from the chair. “Let’s not talk about politics anymore tonight,” she said, her tone lighter now. “I’d rather focus on us.”

Levi chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “Fine by me.”

They moved toward the bed, Solina slipping under the covers as Levi extinguished the lamps. As they settled in, Solina rested her head on Levi’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment.

“For what?” Levi asked, his hand gently running through her hair.

“For caring. For always looking out for everyone, even when it’s exhausting.” She tilted her head to look up at him, her emerald eyes shining in the dim light. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

Levi’s expression softened, and he pressed a kiss to her hair. “Get some sleep,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet affection.

As Solina closed her eyes, her worries began to fade. Whatever uncertainties lay ahead, she knew they would face them together.

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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 1 year ago

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I truly don't know how you can see pictures of men stripped to their underwear, kneeling on the ground, in rows, and not have alarm bells ringing. People really will just go with the mainstream explanation of anything when it's convenient, huh? I saw those photos and my fucking heart rate jumped. Other people see it and apparently are just like Oh! Well, Israel says they're all Hamas, so I guess that's who they are and it's fine. :)

But I have to say--and I try not to do this usually--but it is really disappointing (doesn't quite cover it, but for lack of a better word) coming from women who know what it's like for the mainstream to tell you to ignore what you can clearly see with your own fucking eyes. When we're told that women can be men and say no the fuck they cannot. Where is this energy when the mainstream tells us "Israel's just defending itself from terrorists" when it's clearly a fucking massacre of civilians for an intended land-grab? Their politicians and military leaders have fucking SAID as much!

To be clear, I know it is impossible to be informed about every single atrocity taking place in the world, and I know not everyone not directly involved has been keeping up on and off through the last two decades as I have, and no I don't want people blindly spreading information if they don't know what's true and what isn't. As I said, I have not been keeping up consistently. There are other things closer to home, or which have a direct impact on myself or people I love, such my own country's actions towards the Indigenous peoples here. So I'm not shaming people who don't know and who can't add this issue to the list of things in the world they're spending energy on. It's disappointing to see how much silence there is, but I think impossible to hold any individual responsible or to make assumptions about why any one person hasn't said anything about it. So I'm not going to do that.

But I absolutely am talking about those who see the images, see the videos, see the reports from human rights organizations, see the statements by Israeli officials and still come down on the side of the oppressor. Like, do you not remember how a bunch of us gathered articles and news reports to prove to TRAs that yes, men are a danger to women even when they claim to be women, and how they responded with "cherry-picking!" "no true trans!" even against hundreds of such reports? Or else they justified it as retaliation against "transphobia"? And yet in spite of all this information out there, the idea that men can be women if they say so is fully mainstream. Women's voices are completely ignored. How do you not draw parallels? Because I'll tell you there are plenty to be drawn. These current events in Palestine aren't new. They've been happening since 1948. Which predates the existence of Hamas by several decades, by the way.

I don't understand it. I don't understand how you can do that, and I think the only explanation is racism. Because I don't see how else you could hear about pregnant Palestinian women being stopped at checkpoints and forcibly stripped, about disabled Palestinian women arrested and denied menstrual products and left to bleed in their wheelchairs, about Israeli soldiers using rubber bullets against disabled Palestinians engaging in peaceful protest, about a young American peace activist run over and crushed by a bulldozer as she stood in front of a Palestinian home, about women and girls held in Israeli detention centres where they're sexually harassed and assaulted by Israeli officers, about children as young as eight years old arrested and held for months on the charges of "throwing stones at soldiers", about women dying in childbirth or losing their newborns because of the lack of medical resources thanks to Israeli blockades or cutting the power, about a mother watching her children burn alive in white phosphorus with absolutely no way to stop it, about a woman drugged by an Israeli collaborator, stripped naked while unconscious, and having her photos sent to her religious family, etc.. I don't see how you could know about these things as a self-proclaimed feminist and still think Israel is justified.

It's racism.

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creepy-crowleys · 10 months ago

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((Crowley is pretty sure she doesn't feel guilty enough/feel guilty for the right things/understand what she's supposed to be guilty for and how to fix it to be able to fully forgive herself. She certainly doesn't feel like she's earned it yet, and she doesn't feel like it's fair for her to decide that 'oh, everything's okay now, all's forgiven.'

It's important to her to hold herself to her own standards. Anything less would be making excuses and a bad habit to get into when she holds as much power as she does.

But yeah. It does weigh on her that she was told she didn't feel guilty enough for certain things, and in a way, she doesn't. She doesn't regret the deal she made with Match, trying to help her friend, or trying to engage with Match fairly. She was burned for it, badly, but she couldn't try to screw him over when there were still equal chances of her having jumped to conclusions in her worry or being unable to 'win' decisively enough that the situation turned in a more prolonged conflict or drew in more people.

She only really regrets the impact the situation had on Nata and Yuya, her inability to protect either of them, and having denied Nata a say in the matter in trying to protect her from the responsibility of Crowley's choice.

But it was her choice, and one that she would make again. For that much, at least, her conscience is clear.

And she realizes that's part of the problem as far as forgiveness is concerned.

In other things, she doesn't fully understand what she needs to change, or how to know if she's changed enough or the right things. People she trusted and respected told her she was wrong - in pretty strong terms at that! So. They must be right, right?

But how does she know when she's come far enough to have earned forgiveness versus just half-assing the work and making excuses for herself?

...She doesn't think she's there yet. Maybe someday.))

#.FROM THE HANDLER

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stella-facem-ducens · 2 years ago

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Zutara fic “Our new Destiny”

During the night on the fire nation tiny paradise called the ember island Katara and Zuko the start understanding something, what happened in ba sing se had a big impact on what the world means to them. It opened the door for happiness but also made them realize the destiny the have is not a destiny chosen by them and maybe it is time to change that maybe it is time to open a new path, a new destiny, a destiny where they are both together no matter what the world says.

big thanks to me betareader @gefionne

link :https://archiveofourown.org/works/46232395

Both Zuko and Katara agreed the whole thing was a fiasco because both of them now have to face a reality they both denied for a long time: the events in catacombs of ba sing se. they need to face this simple fact, the actors were not far from the truth, maybe they didn't kiss but they almost did. Zuko until this day can clearly remember how Katara pressed her gentle hands on his scar. Zuko never allows anyone touch him yet he couldn't stop her touch because it brings him a sense of joy.

-How could he say no to the girl whose eyes hold the ocean and its vast power?"

-How to say no the girl who saw greatness in me, worthy enough to gift me a gift from the gods. The water from the oasis and then betrayed her.

Zuko usually asked himself what would have happened if she actually had used the water on him. surely the avatar would be dead by now or maybe not. Zuko always has theories and enjoys thinking how far Katara can push the boundaries of water bending. no normal master can bring people back from the dead, even with "magic water." maybe she could had revived him without it, but that is ancient history. what it matters is, his dear Katara was willing to trade the gift of the spirit just to make him happy. nobody has never done that for Zuko yet for some reason she did. sadly, nothing can be perfect. there is another truth– a painful truth: Katara chose the avatar and every single time she will always choose him above Zuko and to this day she is still doing it., there are no words to describe the pain Zuko feels, how painful it is for Zuko to watch his beloved waterbender with that avatar. he can barely control himself. so far he has successfully not burned everything.

Each time Zuko sees Katara specially now he asks himself:

"Why him? Am I am not worthy of her love ? maybe Azula was right I will never be enough, not enough for my mother, not enough for my father`s love, not enough for her . "

Meanwhile Katara watches the sky wondering what went wrong, how mad she is with Aang. her best friend stole a kiss from her again. he is always behaving like the world owes him a debt and she is the . “the avatar`s girl;” that is what everyone thinks of her. she is quite sure the only reason Pakku trained her is partially because she is with the avatar, she is part of the gang even in the eyes of her enemies. she is not just a foe, she is the avatar`s girl, the avatar`s ally. she is never just Katara, the master waterbender. even Zuko had addressed her as the avatar`s girl. Katara usually thinks if she is ever going to be something more. while in deep thought she walks aimlessly until she ends up near the shore. she guesses the destination is fitting water always calls her. maybe that is why she is now sitting on a rock near the ocean. the sounds of the waves relaxed her.

"Hello, Katara '' says Zuko somehow ashamed– or better to say sad. Katara can't decipher what is in the mind of the firebender. it is not only sadness. maybe it could be disappointment too, but she is not sure.

"Hi, Zuko. what are you…" before she finishes her sentence with the same soft voice– almost as a whisper–Zuko says gently to her

"Why the avatar?"

Katara knows what he means.

"Why, Mai?" Katara replies.

both of them try quite hard to answer the question: why them indeed?

"Mai has always been there. when I was young, she was my only friend– well the only friend the fire lord Ozai considered worthy of being with me. she is the child of an incredibly powerful and wealthy man. his coins founded several campaigns in the earth kingdom. it’s no wonder why he was given the province of Omashu. did you know he calls himself the king of Omashu?"

before Katara could actually reply to the absurd notion of that pitiful old man trying to be as worthy as Bumi, Zuko continues, "so I guess for me , she is the right chosen."

quickly Katara stops him. she is starting to get angry. how dare he ? like he is not allowed to choose– to make his own decisions?

"She should be here, Zuko. Mai should be here," Katara says, her voice showing some hints of anger the whole situation.

"You were banished. why was she not there with you in the south pole, helping you? why did she only accept you when you were giv back the title of crown prince?

"it makes me angry– quite angry— Zuko! she said she loves you, yet she is nowhere to be seen. her only good deed was helping you in the prison and I wonder why."

Katara continues, "I think it is for selfish reasons. she feels guilty. Guilty of allowing Azula to go so far into madness and not saying anything sooner; guilty about you and how little effort she put into your needs; how she doesn't understand you anymore and at the same time not truly caring about the reasons why you are different. the worst thing is that she told you she loves you but she didn’t mean it. she feels guilty because she was lying to you, but destiny binds you together. she is going to be fire lady because it is her destiny… in her mind, she is your destiny."

Zuko feels his hands burning– ready to burn everything around him. Katara is right; this is another thing the world has told Zuko: it is his destiny. how many things in his life are what people told him what to do because it is right for him? is he that worthless? He cannot know what is right and what is wrong. but Zuko is also pissed off at the hypocrisy. Katara is as guilty as him.

"Katara , you are no better than me. I saw you so many times fighting for the world , but you never truly chose this path.

" You were the one who woke up the avatar from the iceberg . the world threw you the duty to protect him. Has anyone asked you : do you want to protect the avatar? or like a boat without an engine , you just drift from one choice to another and let the world decide what you must do ?

" You fought me in the north pole, you saved the avatar , yet again you get no credit just because the avatar pulled a deu s ex machin a and the ocean spirit possessed him... you know what is worse, that should not have happened at all ?

"The battle for the north pole was already lost for my people , had the avatar actually done his job and stop ped Zhao before he reache d the oasis .

do you truly think my army can win in a city made of ice with waterbenders at every corner ? the rational thing to do is a siege first .

"Zhao threw my people to the lions and wished for the best : and that is to kill the moon. you protected the avatar long enough , until he could fix his own mistakes . his mistake was the fall of the north pole and you prevent ed it when you saved the avatar . "

Zuko takes a deep breath. this whole conversation is making a dent in his mental stability.

"Why does the world deem it fit to take away your accomplishments and give them to somebody else?

"You saved the avatar`s life once more in ba sing se you saved him twice already, first in the south pole and then in the caverns , but nobody didn't thank ed you .

"No matter what you do, they will never thank you because for them is your duty . it is something you have to do . is not something you want to do"

Suddenly Katara starts to laugh but at the same time starts crying, a cry born from despair and sadness. unable to support herself, she hugs Zuko, pulling him as close as she can, her face on the firebender`s chest. after a short moment Katara speaks again, not pulling away from the chest that brings her warmth. like gentle flame.

"You were my first true choice in this war,” Katara says. “I chose how to use the water. that is why I felt so betrayed: my only true choice, a choice with a deep impact.

"I chose wrong, and you know what the worst part is? I would do it again, again and again . I saw kindness in you and my choice brought you back to me . I wouldn't trade that . "

Zuko is shocked. he can't believe what he just heard. she chose him, she, the prodigy, a master, the most beautiful girl he has even seen, chose him. not knowing how to respond to her words, Zuko just hugs her like if his life depends on it.

"I don't regret my biggest choice either,” he says. “I would speak up against my father and the general thousands of times. it is wrong sending warriors just to die. my people deserve better than that." Zuko gently pulls Katara away but just a little and watches her intensely. finally, he has an answer for why he chose Mai.

"Katara, I want to make another mistake. a mistake I will never regret. though my reign may be incredibly more complicated because of my choice.

"Mai is not my fate or destiny. because my destiny and . I am going to stop the war and, in the process, save my nation: not only from my father but also from the other nations.

"I refuse for Mai to be my destiny. my destiny is what I choose to do, and I chose saving my nation. my destiny is helping you. I will no longer be bound to the wishes of others because thanks to you and my uncle I now understand what is wrong and what is right," Zuko says proudly.

"so Katara, the master water bender, the most prodigious of them all, may I request this:

Can your destiny be to betray the avatar "

Katara watches Zuko intensely, trying to understand the deep meaning of his words. once again, just like in the catacombs, she makes the same choice.

"My destiny is not be the avatar’s girl,” she says. “my destiny is help to people in need, to help this nation that needs all the help it can get, because nobody else will help them.

"my destiny is be with the fire nation and you when the war is over .

I am going to betray the love Aang has for me . I want to be with you.

"I am going to betray the world, betray my father who will never allow me to be with a fire nation boy, betray my grandmother who will be disappointed in me for falling in love with a wonderful fire prince . I will betray my brother who wish es for me to be with the avatar .

"I will again trade the world for you, my amazing , powerful bender . "

She continues, "You know, a while ago somebody once said I was meant to be with a powerful bender, and you are one of the most powerful."

At that moment both of them have no idea what to do, what to feel, what the future now holds for them after such a passionate kiss., a cute smile forms on Zuko's face; he clearly has an idea.

“You know the room of the fire prince has an amazing bed, much better than yours. so what if today you sleep in my room? we are both tired after everything and I think we need a good night’s rest,” says the fire prince with a cocky smile, making his beautiful katara turn crimson just like his nation’s banner: a deep red.

“Zuko , what the hell ! ”

“I am serious, Katara. I don’t wanna, you know, do it; I just wanna cuddle with you. I know we won’t be together right now because of what you told to the avatar: there is no room for a relationship as long as the war continues, but still I wanna sleep next to you, cuddle with you be with you”

Unable to respond to such words filled with love, especially because of that damn smile, the master bender has a weakness: Zuko`s smile.

“Okay , Zuko , but let me get night clothes first.”

Zuko watches Katara go away. as soon she is out of his sight, Zuko rushes into his room and makes it perfect: a perfect bed, no dust anywhere. Zuko must make it perfect; there is no way in hell he is going to mess this up, nothing and nobody will keep him away from this happy moment.

Katara quietly tries to not wake up anyone. she slowly opens the door and without saying anything she lies in his “not a boyfriend for the moment until the war is over” bed.

for zuko it is an extremely awkward moment. neither of them know what to do. maybe questions flood his mind: should I ask her if I can cuddle with her or should I invite her into my bed first? lucky for both of them, they decide to go with their instincts. they gently lie next to each other and without a warning Katara feels how quickly Zuko embraces her. It appears Zuko’s dear Katara was extremely tired. she fell asleep almost immediately while Zuko wonders what’s next, what would happen if in the morning their team member opens the door of his room? Zuko is quite sure he is going to be the first to wake up after–all he rises with the sun.

should I wake up Katara as soon as I wake up or should I let her rest? Zuko wonders. suddenly the voice of Katara flashes into Zuko’s brain, something she said a while ago:

“I love your smile , Zuko . it looks amazing on you and I like spending time with you .”

Her words help him decide: he is going to let her rest and quietly wait until the door of his room opens so he can show everyone his smile and how Katara is happy when she is spending time with him.

#zutara #fanfiction #fic

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rovermcfly · 2 years ago

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not that anyone asked for it but here's my Thunderheart novelization thoughts

also the sheer amount of micro-aggressions, especially from cooch. there is a lot of influence from the 4th script draft still in there. at this point I'm surprised they didn't include even more in the movie than they already have. racism in general is, probably realistically so, much more directly expressed.

I'm surprised by some of the differences to the movie, especially Ray's characterisation as pretty hot-headed and short-fused, especially giving Cooch lip from the start. Also the additional details like his growing up on the rez, trying to erase that from his file, all that was pretty bold. the movie seems to suggest a backstory of him being entirely out of touch, never having grown up around his own people and only knowing his father but choosing to erase his memory from his mind (but not to the point of erasing him from his file. his disdain seems more passive, less aggressive. like he thinks if he forgets and denies it will just go away), but just in general chooses ambiguity.

novel Walter is 💯💯🔥🔥 absolutely adore the way he's written. the same snark as movie walter but with much more of a touch of profoundness. "The expression in Crow Horse's eyes reminded Ray of Grandpa Reaches, sad and gentle and far-seeing all at the same time." is my favourite way that side of him is described. and I thought I loved him in the movie already, but the lines they wrote for him in the novel absolutely blew me away. I think they probably wouldn't have worked so well and felt too inauthentic on screen but some of them live very rent free in my mind. I'd die for novel walter.

I do like that it canonises that ray hears the drums and it's really significant. the soundtrack and sound design is one of the movie's strongest features, especially in marking all these significant moments. so having them be a part of Ray's visions is really nice.

What I really disliked is the way Maggie is described all the time. It is important for the movie that she has dignity and power and is not sexualised or otherwise a caricature. I understand she's pretty and mentioning that when first describing her, but the constant objectification is really just disgusting and yet another form of violence that Native women are constant victims of. It really really took away a lot of the good for me, she should've been treated with respect. this way the novel just perpetuates what the story takes a stand against. And I know it's supposed to be mainly Ray's POV but nobody forced them to write it that way.

I also found the Stronghold standoff very anticlimactic in the novel, when it's one of the strongest scenes in the movie. it was just lacking for some reason, too much talking and yet no clear stance and statement was made, overall the impact of the moment just wasn't there.

Overall I liked the novelization. It's about as captivating a read as the movie is captivating a watch. It clearly adapted more than just the film, taking several elements from earlier versions of the script. There were parts that, to me, deviated too much from the movie, making it feel like a different story, but as such it was overall good. Especially Ray feels like a different character in many ways. I still think the movie has a certain edge the novel lacks. Not sure how enjoyable a read it would be for someone doesn't already love the movie, but if you liked it it's a nice kinda alternate version to enjoy if you want more.

It's available to read for free on archive.org

#thunderheart

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tragcdysewn · 1 year ago

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was that dove cameron? oh no no, that was just lumine, a canon character from genshin impact. they are twenty five years old, use she/her, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here:

a little under three years

what is your character’s job:

she takes up odd jobs like deliveries and pet sitting

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom:

it changes as the game goes on, but right now, the end of the fontaine storyline

has any magic affected your character:

none beyond making her unaware for a bit!

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

lumine is primarily known as the traveler, because she arrived in the world of teyvat with her twin brother aether as falling stars. her true age is unknown, all that's known is that the twins are far older than they look.

aether explored for a while without her, while she was asleep, but woke her up when the gods destroyed the nation of khaen'riah for their crimes against the other seven nations

they tried to flee teyvat, but were stopped by an unknown god, who stole aether away and put lumine in a deep sleep, her powers and wings taken away from her

when she woke, she began looking for her brother, going across teyvat and trying to find the gods to see if any of them have any information about what happened to aether. so far, she's traversed five of the seven nations, and has uncovered a lot more than she expected

at the beginning of her journey, she discovered that she possessed the ability to wield various elements of the world, without the vision that citizens of teyvat would require, as well as being able to acquire all of them, rather than being restricted to one like a vision holder would be

as she traveled across teyvat, she ended up involved in wars and defeating monsters, as well as making an enemy of the crime organization known as the fatui

she eventually managed to find aether, only to be told that the time yet wasn't right for them to reunite, that she needed to finish her journey across the continent and find the truth of the world before they could be siblings again

it only made her more determined, and she continued on her journey, though she still has a long way to go before she can complete her quest and find her brother

lumine is rather quiet, but friendly, and an absolute bleeding heart. she can't deny people help when they need it, even when she tries. she tries so hard to avoid the war in inazuma, but upon seeing how much the people are suffering, she immediately joins up, she's easy to befriend, even if she acts otherwise

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b-is-for-borderline · 3 years ago

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Ok, I might really regret this but I believe in hearing those I disagree with so I can at least try to understand where they are coming from. After all, how can I be comfortable saying I disagree if I don’t at least try to understand what they are saying

So, TERFs.

I am a gay man. 100% I like men. Have yet to be attracted to a woman. Even the “trans women are still men”, yeah have yet to have my dick rise for a transwomen.

Yet

My first crush, that made me know I was gay and not Bi or curious, was Sam Collins, the Transman Youtuber.

Now I have no idea what his genitals are, nor did my attraction change for him based on the possibility he didn’t have bottom surgery.

Like, might be TMI but I think its the perfect amount here, I am a power bottom. Without a dick I will not be satisfied, and realistically if I’m not sexually satisfied then the relationship might not be viable.

But to me, that is secondary on inital attraction. As far as I’m concerned, he is a man, and I was really attracted.

And I am 100% okay with a phalloplasty. I’ve been with men who have had that before (FYI, most phallos are on Cis men for medical reasons) and from my experience as long as they’ve had implants they are golden.

My issue is, why is it every time I talk to a rad fem they try to gatekeep my sexuality.

Like, look, I’m gay and a man not having either a penis or a neo-penis is an issue for me. But realistically, there are cis men who don’t have penises. Them not having workable penises for me does not impact on me being attracted to them as a gay guy.

Nor would I question someone being gay if they liked men but were cool with men with fannys. them being gay is up to them. It doesn’t affect me

Like I never thought I would defend Arielle Scarcella, But at least she understands that me being attracted to men that might not have a penis does not make me less gay. Her exact words were that a woman having a vagina was key for her sexuality, but she wouldn’t deny another women her lesbianism because she’s with a transwoman who still has her penis.

Like, could actual rad fems please explain to me why they either 1. disagree with the gatekeeping on me being gay

or 2. why they know more about my sexuality than me.

Also, I’m tagging LGBT things cause I want this to be civil. I want people like me to read and at least try to see the other side.

#radfem #Can a TERF explain cause I am confused #terfs please interact #terf #radfem interact #lgbt #LGBTQIA #lgbtq rights #LGBT Rights #terf rhetoric #terf safe #terf cw #terf mention #terf please interact #terf please touch #sam collins

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imkylotrash · 4 years ago

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Darkness Hides Our Flaws

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan x reader

Requests: She is a Tidemaker. No one knows they're married just that she's extremely powerful. She feels insecure with the whole Alina thing but she goes along with it cause it's part of the plan. She uses his real last name so people don't suspect them. Anonymous And She's the second in command. They've been together for a couple centuries. Alina does something to make her angry and she attacks her during training. The darkling and her get into a fight because she thinks he loves Alina. She’s sent on a mission cause of what happened with Alina. Her group is attacked and killed and everyone thinks she's dead but she was kidnapped by Fjerda. Anonymous

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @alice-the-nerd @bshelley322

A/N I wasn’t sure if you meant his name in the Netflix show or his name in the book, so I did both.

You hate her from the moment she arrives. You’re not supposed to. She’s the Saint Aleksander has been waiting for. It’s a good thing she’s here, but you still just hate her. There’s something about the way he watches Alina that makes you cringe. It’s that pent up hatred towards her that makes you snap when he asks you to train her.

“I love you, Aleksander Morozova, but I will not spend any more time with her than needed.” You slip on your blue kefta taking a final look in the mirror before turning towards the man you consider the love of your very long life. His eyes are soft, but you know what hides within him. He’s angry that you’re refusing him.

“I beg your pardon?” He moves toward you with the kind of grace you’ve only ever seen a Shadow Summoner possess. It’s as if he moves with the shadows.

“You heard me. I know she’s part of your plan but I don’t care for her.” You don’t admit the insecurity you feel watching him with her. You’re a Tidemaker and she’s the Sun Summoner. The final piece of his puzzle to control the Fold entirely. Sometimes he looks at Alina as if she truly is a Saint.

“I’m not asking you to care for her. I’m asking you to train her.” You’re really not proud to admit that you’re jealous of her. You’ve been alive for centuries and still, you feel threatened by a whining, little girl. You let him cup your cheek with his hand but it doesn’t change anything for you. Alina will have to train with the others.

“Don’t force my hand. It won’t end well.” He kisses your forehead with such tenderness, you know that you’ve already lost the argument in advance. You’re his second in command, his right hand, and you can’t deny him. Of course, you’re right when you say that it won’t end well. 10 minutes after she arrives in your private training quarters, you’re fighting the urge to drown her just for the sake of it.

“How long has Aleksander-”

“I will not be discussing General Kirigan. If you wish to know, ask him.” You signal for her to come at you again but it’s just too easy. The girl has no idea how to pack a punch, and you feel a little better for every slap and punch you hit her with. You know it’s an awful thing to feel, but you’re not hurting her - it’s nothing compared to what the Fjerdans would do to her.

“Do better,” you say blocking yet another of her attacks. She’s only using half of her strength, but you’re not here to let her hold back. The sooner she learns to fight, the sooner you can go back to avoiding her.

“I think I enjoyed practice with Aleksander more.” She doesn’t understand the impact of what she just said but you see red. He never told he’d been training her. Your hands shake as you manipulate the water from the ewer forcing it down Alina’s throat. She’s drowning in a matter of seconds.

“What did you just say?” Unfortunately, this is how he finds the two of you. Alina choking on the water you’re controlling. His presence makes you lose focus, and she start coughing up the water immediately. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know just how angry he is right now.

“My office. Now.” He helps Alina stand letting her lean on him as they walk out the door. You’re ready to drown yourself rather than face his rage. You just risked the life of his stupid Saint, and you know he’ll berate you for being foolish. But you’re not expecting the level of cruelty when you enter his office. Shadows surrounds you and while they don’t hurt you, you still feel fear kick in.

“It’s not nice to choke on others’ ability, is it?” You keep quiet instead taking a few steps forward. The shadows follow you preventing you from seeing anything.

“She said you’d been training her already. I don’t like feeling like a fool.”

“I trained her abilities, not her fighting skills.” It doesn’t make you feel any better because it still means he’s spent days and nights alone with her without bothering to tell you.

“Let me go.” He doesn’t retract the shadows, but you don’t need to see to feel the water in his body. It’s fun being a Tidemaker when you start thinking about just how much of one’s body consist of water. It’s almost too easy to reach out and grab hold of his lungs. It doesn’t take long before the shadows retreat, and you instantly let go of your hold over his body. You hate fighting with him.

“I’ll need you to lead a team up North. We’ve got a lead on the stag.” It’s an excuse to send you away, and you both know it. But you’re happy to go. At least, you won’t have to watch him fawn over Alina then.

“Fine.” It’s the last word you say to him before leaving. None of you expect Fjerdans to find you and actually manage to kill five Grishas as well as take you prisoner. You can only imagine how distraught he’ll be when he hears everyone is dead. But Fjerdans don’t know Small Science, and you do. It’s almost too easy once you slip out of the entrapment they’ve made for Grisha. You take pleasure in their screams, as they run for their lives. Unfortunately, you’ve never been good at showing mercy.

You’re half dead by the time you make it back to the Little Palace. Fedyor is the first to find you convinced he’s seeing things.

“We thought you were dead!” he exclaims catching you as you collapse. Later, you’ll find out that there was a ceremony to mourn you and the group of Grishas lost, but right now you’re struggling to focus on Fedyor’s face long enough to realise his mouth is moving.

“... to the infirmary.” You zoom in on the sound of his voice still not able to catch all of it. At one point, you lose consciousness and when you wake up, he’s sitting right next to your bed in the infirmary.

“I thought you died.” You’re surprised to see his eyes glistening. He’s never shown this much emotion outside of the privacy of your own quarters.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You try to smile but your muscles refuse to respond. Your body is simply too tired.

“I sent you on that mission. My love, I am truly sorry.” No part of you feels angry with Aleksander. You’re just happy to be back with him.

“It’s not the first time Fjerdans thought they could kill me,” you say earning a tiny smile from him. You don’t even care about Alina anymore. You just need to feel his warmth surround you in every way. He must sense your need somehow, because he crawls into bed with you wrapping his arms around you.

“We have about 20 minutes before the guards return.” You snuggle up even closer closing your eyes.

“I love you, Aleksander Morozova.”

“I love you more.”

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone blurb #sab imagine #sab blurb #sab #the darkling #the darkling imagine #the darkling blurb #the darkling x reader #aleksander kirigan #aleksander kirigan x reader #aleksander kirigan blurb

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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The Calamity in our Stars [Sentient AU! Genshin Impact x Isekai!Reader] Part 1

Synopsis: Knowing all of the events of Genshin Impact you were sucked into their world with the power of awareness. Anyone who touches your hand will realize the truth, breaking the fourth wall.

(When the guys find out they're in a video game)

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya Albedo

Heads up: a bit lore heavy

"Dear anon who requested this, I accidentally deleted your ask when trying to remove the unfinished version!!! But I remember your sentences, big brain scenarios are so much fun to write, thank you for your request~"

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~Introduction~

In the world of Teyvat, the sky was a lie and the frauds were the gods. History repeats the story of mankind's arrogation and how it knows no limits stemmed by their unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Hence, to protect the heavens, the gods concealed the truth as much as they could.

‘Twas the will of the Supreme Ruler that commanded all of Khaenri’ah to be punished with the power of every divine for breaking their laws. The gods did it for peace but what is peace in lies and destruction? Peace is an illusion, a dreamland-- and those who once dreamt of dreaming were determined to shatter through it’s deceitful walls.

Two stars hailing from worlds afar, together they were inseparable, now they stand on opposite ends. The first being Lumine, she who woke up into the fall of Khaenri’ah five centuries ago has claimed the Abyss under her rule. She led the mages and waged war against humanity, her heart too broken to recognize hope once more. Lumine did it for justice yet her actions only brought more injustice to the innocent civilians living in Freedom’s city. She will continue to create nightmares across the lands, with her own hands, as if, trying to bury the naivety she used to have. Justice for unjust. If she can’t be happy, if her people can’t be happy, then no one else deserves to be happy either.

Then there was Aether, the fortunate twin, the star who still kept his light. He pursues a path full of righteousness and fights for those in need. Despite the glory he earned, Aether only had one simple wish-- to see Lumine again, his precious other half. And when he did, he looked into her golden eyes to see all that he couldn’t. Aether slayed many dangerous beasts, defeated an ancient god, saved Liyue and saved all of mankind, however, he couldn’t save a broken heart. What did she experience that changed her so much? Why was she so adamant about destroying the heavens? If he had to travel to the ends of the earth to understand the pain she went through then he would do it in a heartbeat. He will do anything to bring back that luminous glow which once danced in her eyes. All for Lumine, everything for his sister.

Through your computer screen you watched the whole scenario play out between the siblings, from start to finish, after ten years Mihoyo finally decided to draw the conclusion to their story. Like their previous games it was always a tragic ending. The hero falls in front of the Supreme Ruler, bleeding all over as he grabs onto his sword for support. She smiles down at him sinisterly with a dark orb pulsing by her fingertips and says,

"At last, your journey ends here outlander. It was a mistake for you to try and defy our laws."

Your heart beats loudly in your chest, a hand gripping tightly around your mouse in anticipation. Over the course of time you've grown to love each and every character. Their sadness was your sadness and their joy was your joy. You couldn't help but feel useless while watching Aether struggle in his final moments. Despite all that he went through, was this his outcome? Is this all you could do?

"No…" the blonde boy denies, "What Lumine said, I think I understand now. She wasn't doing it to kill you, she was doing it to protect us," his voice cracks at the mention of his sister's name, "But you killed her…!"

The Supreme Ruler, Asmoday, remained indifferent to the boy's grief. The same expression she had when she took Lumine's life.

"That's why I'm going to put an end to this cycle, not for me. For her," Aether declared, the hilt of his held sword shaking in the process, "I'm going to reweave the strings of fate and break through these walls. Even if it erases my existence."

Your eyes burst open. Aether turned his head. Gold. He was looking directly your way.

I'm counting on you.

With a roar from his mouth, Aether channels all his energy into the sky and forms a crack in it's void. The space around you begins to spiral out of control simultaneously. No time to protest and no time to scream, you were sucked into your computer with nothing but your clothes. The air whips around your face from the impact of the deafening force of gravity as you were falling right into a river.

Starfell Lake's river.

Coughing a few times you climbed upon the cliffs, "What...on earth," and saw a familiar city in front of you. It's beauty was breathtaking, something you've always wished to see up close, until you remembered where you came from, "Mondstadt? Wait! This can't be."

And that's when you realized that you were thrown into a world against your will and the only way out was to finish what was started.

{Diluc}

Fate was something Diluc thought bore no meaning when life was meant to be taken by one's own hands. He sincerely believed he already found his own purpose, fighting against evil while living for the sake of surviving and abandoning things that were deemed unnecessary even at the cost of his own happiness. Diluc wanted to find meaning in all his misfortunes, knowing that only those who triumph through darkness can see the dawn.

Henceforth, the sun arrives. When he reached the top of Starnatch Cliff, Diluc saw you for the very first time. Like a sighing breath the wind cascades along your hair as you turn around slowly, your wondrous gaze taking his. It’s Diluc, the Darknight Hero!!! He couldn’t understand your prolonged staring, though he was guilty of it as well. You had a distinct aura that he couldn’t describe through words, your eyes were distant like the galaxies itself with a little bit of enigma. He was good at judging first impressions, a skill he developed through his lone ventures and among the prestigious people he met, you were the only one who was able to entrance him in a single glance.

Erm, what should I say? A greeting? How do you greet someone in Teyvat...you scattered your brain for any references you could find and formed an eloquent yet awkward sentence, “Greetings good sir, how do you do today!”

Diluc returns his signature unimpressed look. You sweatdropped, remembering that he was the type to dislike idle chit chat. But before you could leave the conversation, he adds in and tells you, “Nothing to complain about. However, I have never seen anyone in Mondstadt wearing your kind of attire. Where are you from?”

Ah, he was suspicious of you. Very much like Diluc indeed.

Although Diluc intended to keep an eye on you, as he would on any unfamiliar figure that could be a potential threat, he easily falls prey to your unparalleled friendliness. Most people would shy away from the Master Diluc as his atmosphere can be suffocating at times but you treat him like anyone else, like he wasn’t a noble to begin with. You somehow knew exactly what to say during the times he needed to hear those words the most. About his father, about his life. It was as if you understood him, completely, even more than himself.

In return he looks at you with reverence. Perhaps you were an old childhood friend he had long forgotten. What other can explain this deep rooted connection he felt? Or perhaps there is a possibility that fate did exist after all.

But in a way you were just as distant. While you were so open to knowing the world around you, your face still hid a glimpse of a lost soul trying to find something, especially when you looked at the stars. Diluc couldn’t help recognize that similar emotion. Like sailing through the unknown sea, trying to find a lighthouse, a destination, questioning why you were here in the first place. Just like he was questioning all his events. Why were you so hesitant when talking about your home? Why did you seem sad when mentioning where you received your powers? Why do you always flinch as he tries to hold your hand? Didn’t you tell him that you also felt the same way?

“I’m sorry Diluc,” you sadly apologized, remembering what Dainsleif said in his collected miscellany, if Diluc saw what he saw and what you saw then it would most definitely shake his resolve. Even so the guilt of lies eventually consumes you, “You deserve to know the truth.”

When you cupped your soft hands over his calloused ones, a wave of memories flash through his head. All the things he couldn’t understand, now he knows why. He finally found the answer to everything he ever questioned in the cruelest, devastating and defeating way possible.

His life was a game.

Diluc leans against the wall in quiet exasperation, clutching his red locks against his face, the frightened man says, “All of this...for nothing?”

Nothing. Nothing was his reply. Nothing to gain in his suffering-- the experience between his adopted brother and him nor was there any significance in his father’s sacrifice. The reason why you acted the way you were was because he was just a character in a setup for someone’s own selfish entertainment. That his feelings didn’t matter to begin with. Did they ever matter? He already tried to discard them a long time ago but they rushed back like drowning in the stormy sea, blood pulsing through his veins as his expression switched from disbelief to anger. Every thought and every comforting advice you’ve said was because…

“You knew about this,” he whispered, disheartened. His trust broken, mind awoken as he kept the words that were left unspoken. Because he still cared about you regardless even if: you’re one of them.

“No I-” I didn’t mean to. Your mouth stops short before spilling out your sentence. Was that really felt? Or a veil to live in a dreamland? The purpose of playing a game was to entertain yourself, the more the characters went through turmoil the more interesting the story became. Did you really care about Diluc? Or you pitied him because he was a tragic hero and you thought you could save him just to satisfy your own worth as a self-proclaimed hero?

Since then Diluc was never the same again. He was once a passionate man holding justice and value close to his heart. Now as if the flames had been stamped out, he acted indifferently. He questioned everything, the denial in him searching for a spark yet not even a flicker. That his venture through the darkness did not end with dawn, there was no dawn, only infinite nothingness.

Diluc knew one solution to all of this-- revenge. To the false gods who brought upon his misfortunes and those sentient beings that stringed it all together. And you. You? A part of him still reasons that it wasn’t entirely your fault as you were also a victim to their cause but he couldn’t be too sure anymore. He couldn’t trust anyone. He was torn apart and nothing could fix that.

Sometimes you wonder if what Aether did was the right decision. If he truly believed that only the truth would set you free. But then why did it trap you in a prison of regret?

{Kaeya}

Kaeya denies fate, continuously, with every breath he takes. But fate does not deny him.

He wondered if he ever had a choice in life. The Prince of Khaenri’ah wears his crown like chains made of bones and flesh, out from his dead ancestors who failed to exact their vengeance. You are our last hope, the weight of his father’s palm rests upon his head when he said those dutiful words, a reminder of who he is. Kaeya became stranded alone in this vast land of freedom. Freedom. Does that mean he was free? No, his hoe never left him to begin with, it stays in his mind, it echoes through the last memory of his father, it runs in his veins. Freedom was a wish, a dream and like his ancestors, he was cursed to continue dreaming of this dream.

That is why Kaeya lives everyday through short pleasures and alcohol as if they were a daring adventure. He cared less of the consequences that came with it. Everything was going to be temporary anyways so mind as well enjoy them while they last.

Behind the screen you always took the initiative to search for the Cavalry Captain but the current situation demands a different outcome. He was meant to be avoided. Kaeya is capable of great intelligence and the last thing you wanted was for him to find out that you were a suspicious visitor with no identifiable background roaming near the Favonius Headquarters. Though your presence was quite noticeable due to the attire you wore and somehow he found his way over to your space in his usual sneaky manner.

“Ah what a pleasant surprise. You must be the new traveller everyone in Mondstadt has been talking about these days,” Kaeya speaks charmingly, a singular eye sharpening out of mischief, “What brings you here? Certainly it must be tiring to venture off from your distant homeland.”

Amusement is what had drawn him to you. He found you hard to read and your actions unpredictable, Kaeya wanted to make a game out of it. How long will it take for that mask of yours to break until your true self has been revealed? After all, everyone hides behind a mask in one way or another, in order to survive. He knew that better than anyone. It was how he lived his whole life. It was what he, himself, had to do in order to survive.

Because everything that happened to his past relationship with Diluc was shattered from the truth.

Then why is he so obsessed with revealing others?

Well, misery loves company.

But in your company Kaeya made the mistake of allowing himself to get too involved. The heart wants what it wants no matter how much he tries to shield it away. Like a delectable drink he fell deeply into the spell of intense infatuation, the way you showed yourself without remorse. Oftentimes he would take advantage of someone’s spilled secrets however he couldn’t bring himself to do the same here. You were similar to him, that you both share a burdened responsibility. He could hear it in your tone, he could tell by your body language and he could catch the hidden remarks of what he assumes to be about your homeland. Just like him, you were trying to find ways to distract yourself from your responsibilities. Unlike him, you did it in ways that he would have never thought of. Your eyes still held hope for a brighter future which expanded to the horizon he couldn’t even see. You believed through every turmoil there was a light at the end of the tunnel and like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to your light.

The warmth of your hand he takes, became one of his worst decisions later on.

“Ha…”

Staggering back, Kaeya simply laughs, mouth parting to reveal a set of brilliant white teeth. He knew it. All of the events happening in his life, every single one of them were stringed together for some grand scheme. He constantly wondered, why did the stars choose him? And for what reason? To be a hero? Or a villain? To be anything at the very least just no this. Kaeya was relieved that he finally had some sort of answer but at the same time, distraught to know he was a means to an end. He once thought he would be stuck in a long battle against fate. Though it seems fate had already won the game.

You never saw Kaeya again. Or rather, he chose to keep his distance again.

The Cavalry Captain spends his days in deep thought while sipping his drink. Even Diluc began worrying to the point he pushed himself to approach his brother despite not being on very good terms. Instead of answering him, Kaeya pushes him away, noticeably, it was unlike his usual slick manner. The truth had always damaged Kaeya and he should have known better to cut ties with you sooner before the whole thing happened. Was there any point in carrying out his father’s will? Was there any point in being a spy? Was there....any point in thinking of an answer to all his questions?

For the first time in the longest he cries. The man drops to his knees before hunching forward, letting his tears stain the floor. Someone must be watching behind the screen as he was in this pathetic state, someone must be writing his next move and every outcome. It didn't matter to him anymore. Kaeya already gave up long ago.

{Albedo}

What is the truth of the universe?

To Albedo, the question was not only a formula that must be solved but served as the last memory of his Master before she left him alone. Eventually, that memory became the center of his universe.

Who am I? What am I? Why am I here?

Albedo observed the branch in his grasp. Plants grow when they are nurtured by the sun and children grow as their parents guide them through life’s experiences. Nature and nurture. The law he didn’t belong in. Just like the leyline branch he held he was a force created by unnatural usage of alchemy, however, a part of him yearns for that companionship. Perhaps this was the reason why he was so obsessed with the universe? His Master had high expectations over Albedo whenever she gave him an assignment and would leave if he were to fail. Hence completing his task would prompt her to come back. After all, any child wants the presence of their parent and Albedo was no exception to that.

The alchemist relentlessly searches. Even obtaining some achievements and high praise from the Knights but none of that mattered to him when his purpose was greater than the tasks they had given. He went through every book, every place, every trench of Dragonspine’s wrath. Still, he couldn’t find the answer. Albedo would sometimes ponder that his Master purposely gave him an impossible assignment as an excuse of some sort. Not to abandon him but allow him the freedom to choose what it means to live a happy life. Yet a part of him believed he may never see her again because to this day, Albedo struggles to understand what a happy life is.

In the middle of his predicament, he stumbles upon your arrival.

“You carry the aura of the stars.”

There was no fooling him. Albedo immediately knew you were an outlander coming from a world that carries all his answers.

Chalk pursues gold, you recall what Dainsleif once said in the prophecy readings. If Albedo were to know too much then he’ll turn into the monster that once threw Khaenri’ah and all its people into dismay using his creations. So you refrained from telling him, thinking that you could change his fate and save him from that ending.

Of course, Albedo did not understand. Whatever caught his attention he was persistent to break it down. There was a time where he was close to bribing you with the possibility of helping you find your home but even to that offer, you resisted. Who would’ve thought a person can be so stubborn under no given reason. He felt somewhat irritated for once. Though, as an alchemist, Albedo knew there was a process for everything and he figured that he had to gain your trust first before diving into details.

It wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

So much effort was involved in connecting with people. How do you gain someone’s trust? Albedo consulted with Sucrose: it comes naturally. He went to the Acting Grandmaster for help: assist with the intent to care. He asked several more people he knew and they all boiled down to one principle: humanity. But what does it take to be human?

The more Albedo spent time with you, he somehow discovered a little more about himself. Like him, you also had no one to tell you or guide you through your journey as you searched for the reason why you were here. It was a lonely task, he knew that much when he realized how distant he grew from the others when he became too indulged in his research. At first loneliness was only a word by definition to describe his standpoint, now loneliness was a feeling when he looked at you. And it was through that loneliness he found what companionship meant-- to connect.

So he connects his hand with yours and knowledge consumes him.

The truth of this universe...is all just a game.

Just a game.

Albedo’s mind draws a blank as his eyes stare into space. Is that it? Throughout all his trial and errors, the effort he put in and the relentless hours to no rest for such an anticlimactic answer? This brand new feeling of awareness brought him to question himself, what role does he play as one of the key characters in the game? Why did the creators make him a monster in the first place? How did they create all this?

“Master, I have completed the assignment you gave me. About the truth of this universe it wasn’t what I expected to be,” he says to himself, red and purple veins pulsing around his body as he was transforming.

You couldn’t bear to look at him. It was too late. He went too far to be saved.

Within the last moments you slowly walked towards the alchemist, wrapping your arms around him in a solemn manner.

“I’m sorry that your Master left you like this.”

He finally understands the meaning behind his existence. What it means to feel, shed tears and be human. Why he was so fixated on a single goal. Master Rhinedottir was his only kin and all he wanted was to see her again. Hence he returns to your embrace, whispering that everything will be okay and that he has no regrets.

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swtorramblings · 2 years ago

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Second Chances-4: The Root of the Problem

Root instructing Claudia in her new reality, while the Machine watches, by @fleeting-sanity.

Second Chances chapter list

Claudia shattered the Staff of the Sun Elves, denying its power to her father, and has found herself in another world, a strange world. Our world. A world with its own dangers.

The calculations were out of joint. There were always unexpected events, anomalies, but these were unprecedented. The Machine had no numbers, no predictions, no way of calculating their impact.

She predicted, though, that it would be severe. People don’t suddenly appear without being significant. The only real question was whether their effect would be positive or negative.

She was in the middle of a call. She didn’t really want to end it, but there was work to do.

“Sorry, sweetie, I’ve got a job. You’re probably going to be busy, too.”

She disconnected, then thought about what she would say, how she would present herself, and left the apartment. It probably didn’t matter, this number was a wild card, there was no way to plan around her, not really. Still, the video showed she was confused, but curious. Perhaps eager to learn. She might be able to work with that.

She’d have to hurry, there were already reports going to the police about the odd girl, she’d be picked up soon.

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Claudia was still staring at herself in the glass when she heard the strange sound, a kind of warbling scream. Then she saw the flashing lights down the great road as the, what were they? Carts? Carts would do. Magical carts swerved around the corner and moved toward her.

Then came the voice. “Run, girl! Run, you can’t let them catch you.” She looked around, trying to find the voice. There was no one on the street, but there was a figure in the glass now that hadn’t been before, pointing towards a nearby passage away from the crowd, away from the smoke spewing things speeding by. Away from danger? She couldn’t be sure.

She ran where she was shown, just as the carts pulled up nearby. She heard what had to be doors opening and a good deal of shouting from behind her. Then the voice again. “Fifth door on your left, fast as you can.”

She glanced over her shoulder at just the wrong moment, tripping into a metal cylinder filled with waste, her tattered robes now soaked with filth from what spilled out. She got to her feet and began counting the doors.

She got to the door and pushed it open, ducking inside and closing it behind her, locking it with the voice’s help in the dark. She heard the, she supposed, city guard in the alley, searching. Then they were at the door.

“Oh, don’t worry, they won’t come in unless you give them a reason to.” She opened her mouth to answer, but the voice shushed her, so she sat alone in the dark. She felt like crying but didn’t. She couldn’t, not in front of the voice. Below the voice? Behind the voice? Whatever.

She woke with a start. It was quiet and even darker. The much had dried, leaving her robes and hair a sticky mess. “OK, it’s dark, the police are gone, are you awake enough to move?”

She nodded, wondering if that was enough. It was. “Good. Do what I tell you and soon you’ll be safe. Safer, anyway. And maybe you can get clean.” She followed her benefactor’s instructions. She could see it was nighttime, and there was less activity, but it was still bright enough to see clearly, strange torches hanging overhead.

This was all she had wanted. For humans to have the power of magic. This was good, wasn’t it?

Soon, she was directed to a rusted metal gate. She pushed it aside and stepped through.

A woman appeared at the door ahead, beckoning her. She spoke with a familiar voice. “I thought you’d never get here.”

Claudia stepped toward the stranger, looking for a trap, not sure she cared if it was one. She was tired and lost. But she finally asked, not who are you, but the more important question. “What do you want with me?”

“Oh, I don’t know yet! It’s exciting, isn’t it? But come inside, we went through a lot of trouble to get you here.”

Claudia stepped inside. There wasn’t anything else to do. “Why do you have the same voice?”

The woman grinned. “That’s complicated. It’s my voice. Could you hear me?”

“Yes?”

“Great! Let’s get you cleaned up, get you some fresh clothes, and then we’ll talk.”

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Claudia came out, cleaner than she ever thought she would be again, soap and hot water and something called a luffa washing it all away. The clothes were comfortable, maybe a bit itchy. She went and sat and waited for the strange woman.

“Hey, there, girl,” she said with false cheer. She seemed friendly, but Claudia found something there that frightened her. “You can call me Root, and you’re messing with our algorithms.”

She blinked, hesitated, and all she could say was, “What?”

“This is going to take a while, isn’t it?”

“What’s going to take a while?”

“Your education.”

She thought that sounded like a challenge. “I’m a fast learner.”

“You’d better be.” Root gestured at a slender piece of metal on the table nearby.“This is for you.”

She picked it up, examined it, and found it unfolded, revealing a set of rune-carved keys on one half, and a flat surface of some sort on the other. “Some sort of puzzle? A way of doing magic in your world?”

“Magic? Some people think so. I hope you can do better. You can hear her, so we can work with that, but hope is never something to count on.”

And then Claudia began to learn a new magic, indeed, but not Dark, instead made of points of light.

#person of interest #tdp claudia #poi root #secondchancescrossover #the dragon prince

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ash-and-books · 2 years ago

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Rating: 3.5/5

Book Blurb: An awkward first date leads to a sparkling romance between one of the most powerful witches in town and a magical newbie in this rom-com by Lana Harper, New York Times bestselling author of Payback’s a Witch. Even though she won’t deny her love for pretty (and pricey) things, Nineve Blackmoore is almost painfully down-to-earth and sensible by Blackmoore standards. But after a year of nursing a broken heart inflicted by the fiancée who all but ditched her at the altar, the powerful witch is sick of feeling low and is ready to try something drastically different: a dating app. At her best friend’s urging, Nina goes on a date with Morty Gutierrez, the nonbinary, offbeat soul of spontaneity and co-owner of the Shamrock Cauldron. Their date goes about as well as can be expected of most online dates—awkward and terrible. To make matters worse, once Morty discovers Nina’s last name, he’s far from a fan; it turns out that the Blackmoores have been bullishly trying to buy the Shamrock out from under Morty and his family. But when Morty begins developing magical powers—something that usually only happens to committed romantic partners once they officially join a founding family—at the same time that Nina’s own magic surges beyond her control, Nina must manage Morty’s rude awakening to the hidden magical world, uncover its cause, and face the intensity of their own burgeoning connection. But what happens when that connection is tied to Nina’s power surge, a power she’s finding nearly as addictive as Morty’s presence in her life?

Review:

An awkward first date between two people who are complete opposites... who also happen to be family rivals ... and who just might been witch bound.... aka they are technically considered married by witches. Nineve Blackmoore is a lawyer who is also a nerd, she comes from the Blackmoore family, one of the most powerful families in Thistle Groove... who are also not well received by the other families. She is struggling under the pressure that her mother constantly puts her under and is still reeling from when her ex-fiancee dumped her one week before the wedding saying she couldn’t be with someone who suffocates her and was so boring. So when Nina comes back to town for the holidays and her best friend suggests she go for someone she would normally not go for and sets her up on a date with Morty, Nina think’s “why not?” except their first date crashes and burns when they both realize whose families they belong to. Morty Gutierrez is a nonbinary owner of the Shamrock Cauldron and Nina’s family has been trying to buy that bar from under Morty. Yet Nina’s magic begins to surge out of her control and when Morty comes to Nina saying he woke up with strange magical powers... she knows they are witchbond aka they now share magical powers and can feel each other’s emotions. However, Nina’s powers are uncontrollable as they increase and there is also the issue of it impacting the town’s own magic. While Nina has to deal with the question of : will she finally cave under her family’s expectations be who they want her to be or will she do what is right and stand up for herself? This is the third book in the series and we do get cameos of other characters. This one didn’t feel like there was much going on compared to the other two and relationship wise it wasn’t as high in romance as I was expecting since I adored the other two books in the series this one was just okay for me. It felt a bit underwhelming and anti-climactic storyline wise when you actually think about what happens in the book and then when you compare it to the other two books it feels underwhelming. It’s not to say it’s bad it’s just not what I was anticipating. This would make a cute witchy christmas romance read for sure though.

*Thanks Netgalley and Berkley Publishing Group, Berkley for sending me an arc in exchange for na honest review*

#book review #bookish #book #witchy reads #romance book #romance reads #witches of thistle grove

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Partner

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil Biohazard) x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Spoilers for Resident Evil 8:Village, Swearing, Mentions of injury

Genre: Angsty Fluff, Comfort

Summary: Following the final battle in the Dimitrescu Castle, Ethan is surprised to stumble upon a person who witnessed the whole debacle, offering him a safe place to patch up his wounds and rest for a little while.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! So sorry you’ve had to wait so long but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

“That was...something else.“ Ethan Winters mutters to himself as he limps his way out of the Dimitrescu Castle which is now vacant in terms of residence - his doing. He killed Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters, all arguably in self defense and with little guilt to follow. However, plenty of trauma’s definitely attached to him following the horrific events he had to go through and the things he had to see between the walls of those luxurious rooms hiding dark secrets of the vampires who took pleasure in torturing people, and wreaking havoc over the villagers who feared them.

“At least they won’t hurt anyone any longer.“ He tells himself, giving the monster of a structure one final look before he continues back towards the center of the village where he’s gonna rethink what he’s got to do next, gather his bearings, take a breath and keep going. He has no other option but to keep going, he won’t allow himself to quit no matter what danger he faces. In his mind, he’s convinced himself that he’s already seen the worst, it’s easier on him that way, it suppresses the fear he’d feel otherwise. The last thing he wants is to think what’s in store for him ahead, he’d rather focus on what’s up to him to do next.

“And we can’t thank you enough.“

The sudden presence of an unfamiliar voice startles him, causing him to whip out his gun and point it in the direction it came from. However, he quickly finds his deadly tight grip loosening ever so slightly because he realizes he’s pointing the barrel at a very human-looking and seemingly harmless person.

“Who are you? Who’s ‘we’?“ Ethan still refuses to let his guard down though, just cause it may not be a life or death situation, doesn’t mean this person won’t bring him trouble and Lord knows that’s the last thing he needs right now.

On instinct, the person takes a step back, “I speak on the behalf of all the remaining villagers. I mean, it was only a matter of time before we too became victims in the Dimitrescu Castle basement. I was next, actually, but the commotion you created allowed for me to escape. I owe you my life, foreigner.“ The speak hurriedly and in a hushed tone, as if the fear of their torturers overhearing them still lives within them despite the monsters being deceased.

“Glad I could help you.“ He nods curtly, remaining at the distance of seven feet between them, “My name’s Ethan Winters by the way.“

They give him the tiniest of smiles, “Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you.” Their gaze gives him a quick onceover, assessing the damage the horrors of the castle have inflicted on him. Their eyes widen in shock at the many bleeding wounds all over his body but what appears to rattle them most is the severe injury that’s causing his limp as well as the missing finger - a poorly wrapped would that has surprisingly not started getting infected yet. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, but I don’t trust you to take care of yourself either. I live in that windmill over there in the outskirts, come with me, I’ll help you with...well, with all that. You seem rather hopeless at medical care.”

While he could refuse their offer, he wouldn’t be able to deny the fact that they’re right - he knows the basics of first aid, but his injuries are far too gone for simple first aid, especially when taken into account that he doesn’t even have any supplies. How he’s not died from blood loss is a surprise to him as much as it is to them.

“What’s my guarantee you won’t turn on me?“ He finally asks after a decent amount of time contemplating it.

They shrug, “You have none. But, you have the guarantee that if I turn on you, you’ll be the one coming out of that altercation alive.” Their gaze sizes up the guns he’s got on him, emphasizing their point.

Suddenly, Ethan feels sorta ridiculous - after all, guns or no guns, he could probably take on them easily with just his knife. Regardless, no one can blame him for being cautious. “Fine.“ He mutters, “But please don’t turn on me, I’ve already had one hell of a day.“

Y/N nods, motioning for him to follow them, “I promise I won’t.”

* * *

“Wow, what a back-stabber! Some friends you have, Winters.“ Y/N comments as they set down a cup of tea on the small wooden table in front of the freshly patched up Ethan.

Turns out, he made the right move by trusting them - they used to be the village’s main nurse until it all went to hell and they went to hide in the shadows of their windmill where they, as evidenced, still are today. That being said, not only did they have all the necessary equipment to fix him up, but they also had the skills and knowledge needed to use that equipment.

“There are those friends who borrow money from you and never pay you back and there are those who shoot your wife randomly while you two are trying to have dinner. Two types of friends out there really.“ He sighs, his tired, a thousand yard stare following the path of the steam levitating from the cup that’s been placed in front of him. “I have no time to dwell on that right now though. My daughter is in grave danger and I have no idea where I should even start looking for her.“

Y/N sits down on a chair opposite his, “Well, you’ve already defeated one of the village Lords looking for Rose, process of elimination should reveal where she is - wherever she is, it has to be one of the Lords’ residence. Mother Miranda trusted Lady Dimitrescu most so it’s a wonder why she wasn’t there, but then again, Heisenberg’s factory is damn near impenetrable, one cannot enter unless he wants them to so she could have entrusted her precious cargo to him.”

“How do I get to that fucker?“ Ethan tightens his hand into a fist, squeezing so tightly his knuckles turn white. There’s so much within him, so much that’s happened to him, so much in such a short amount of time and he’s had no time to deal with any of it. He’s a volcano waiting to erupt, but he has to do so at the right time - in front of the right danger to show he’s not hopeless or weak as his opponent may think. “Where do I find him?“

“He’s in the outskirts too just on the other side of the village.“ They sigh, regretting every word they are saying since they know they are just feeding him information on how to get himself in the worst kind of danger he’s probably ever been in. “That key you have, it’s not complete to access his quarters yet. By the looks of it...“ they observe the key Ethan has placed on the table, “You can only get to Lord Donna Beneviento’s estate, and I wouldn’t suggest heading there before you heal at least a bit more. Her and her dolls are a real nightmare. Of course, I haven’t experienced it for myself, but the stories are enough to get an idea.“

“So you’re telling me I have to waste my time with the little fish before I can finally get to Rose? You know how long that’ll take? You know how long she’ll have to be at the mercy of a fucking lunatic until I can finally save her?!“ Ethan snaps, banging his fist against the table, bad idea considering his hand’s been just patched up. The impact sends a jolt of pain up his arm that makes him hiss.

“I get it, I understand, Ethan. But you are a lot less likely to get to your daughter if you’re dead, you know.“ Y/N cautiously explains, their eyes narrowing a bit as they wait for the pearl white bandages to soak crimson, sighing in relief when they don’t. “Speaking of how likely you may or may not be to get to her on time, I’d also have to mention your odds would be significantly higher if you were to receive help from someone else. You’d need someone to have your back throughout all the shit you’re about to go through, especially Heisenberg’s factory where two eyes are not enough to track each and every threat that might pounce at you.“

Calmer now, Ethan gives them a puzzled look, “What are you suggesting?“

“I’m suggesting - well, I’m offering you my partnership.“ They explain, watching his expression change to one of knowing and understanding. “Of course, you’d have to give up one of those guns and hand it down to me, but I think that’s a small price to pay in exchange for an extra pair of eyes and limbs to guard and help you.“

Ethan’s first instinct is to decline. He can’t afford to see another person dying around him or because of him, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. But then again, just like he had no guarantee they wouldn’t turn on him, he has none that they’ll die. Of course, he’ll do everything in his power to keep them and himself alive and they don’t seem like they are in it to half-ass it either. Quite the contrary, they seem perfectly determined and ready to face the same shit he’s about to.

“What do you get in return?“ He asks, his gaze suspiciously measuring each line on their face to gauge their true intentions. He’s a complete stranger to them, they’d have no reason to be this selfless for him, it’s obvious they are aiming at something bigger.

Y/N scoffs, leaning back in their chair with a small bitter smile on their face, their gaze resting on the tabletop and avoiding his, “You really wanna know? I want my revenge - revenge for what they did to this village, to me, to so many people I cared about and to those I didn’t even know. But...” they trail off, pausing to sigh out a heavy sigh before continuing, “But I also wanna redeem myself. I knew I should’ve done all in my power to stop them when their havoc was still on the rise, I knew I should’ve done more, but I didn’t. And now I’ll die trying.”

“You won’t die.“ He says sharply, barely a second after the last word left their lips, “I won’t allow it.“ He adds, taking a bit of the edge off his voice.

Their eyes come up to meet his, searching for what he means, “Does that mean...“

“It sure does, partner.“ Within the blink of an eye, his pistol is on the table, fully loaded and free for their taking, “You just give a green light and we’re off.“

Y/N lets out a sound between a laugh and a gasp as their hands quickly wrap around the gun, looking at it in disbelief before whispering a quick ‘thank you’. Ethan allows them to marvel at it for a bit longer but they don’t wait another second. “Get your ass up, Winters. We have monsters to kill.”

He needn’t be told twice

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vinxwatches · 2 years ago

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the owl house s3.e2 for the future

finally watching it, i've seen some spoilers... well... a lot of spoilers by waiting, but i'm sure i'll still love watching it the first time. also damn 50 minutes? nice.

i love that the new bbeg, the most powerful living being we've seen in the show is a kid, with bright kid colours. oh, that's a horrifying way of taking people out. i mean better then turning people to stone, but way more unsettling. how Raine looks up at Eda when she transforms. the reason she left them was because of the curse, and they are not scared, just in awe. so short, yet so impactful.

wait, the curse is still also a problem? bit odd. i thought the whole deal was that she kind of merged with the curse, no longer needing potions to keep it in check. not a fan of this... change?

oh, back here. that's not a good sign.

weird connection to make but damn if the changed boiling isles doesn't remind me of the sistar system from the lego movie 2, which is unsettling to characters in the same way.

pffffff, Luz hurts me. i've been in that headspace, it's not good for you but when you're in it it's really hard to see that. deny yourself your own joy, your own life, for the sake of others.

oh no, Willows mental state may be the worst of all. just convince yourself it's fine, surely there'd be no problems boiling up with that.

i love that sparkles are a huge danger. i love that Luz protects others more then herself even in just small animations. and good god that is horrifying. oh gods, it's the collector pretending to be Luz... that's.... that's just messed up in a very curious way.

yay the multi track students are still (partially) alive. oh shit it's most of the school. really curious of where they're going with the kids with no guidance thing.

seriously falling apart belos, gruesomely showing bones and losing limbs is less out of place in this kids show then everything collector related.

oh, Odalia lives... of course she does.

the collector is amazingly unsettling, a kid with ultimate power and no sense for what'll kill people. oh, OH, their very nature is... wrong. they collect things, including people. and now it reminds me of the ruby phoenix from dice will roll who too was walking the path of villainy. oh and if people interfere destroy their whole planet... fuck. and the collector knows it, and decides not to, and doesn't want to be alone... fuck how to solve this problem?

Eda is still very Eda, and yay for that sibling bond... and what the FUCK happened to Liliths hair?!

"did you ever had any doubts in your mind?" "yes. many, many doubts."

"are you ok?" "i don't know" fuck that's powerful, and something i'm probably too familiar with.

so she was familiar, yet i didn't see though it. that's impressive in animation.

really love that they talked about everyone clearly needing therapy after all this, that this is too much for a kid. something never talked about before in a kid show i know of.

yep, welcome to the breakdown of Willow. also really reminds me of this animation of the nowhereking https://youtu.be/LZT6hrgPxPI

oh, so that's why all titans are dead...

i love Camila's fuck ups. true serious fuck ups that are just so real.

oh, that's a realization Luz just had... and... i'm going to have to process that a lot. Luz gets her magic "with a darkside" (:

"Luz has a staff" "why does that make me nervous" i mainly watch stories for the story, the arc, but i do love good humour.

i really can't wait for the next part. trying to redeem the most dangerous thing... wait... THE COLLECTOR IS JUST FUCKING DISCORD!!!

#the owl house #for the future #toh spoilers

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le-poor-writer · 3 years ago

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Serve at First Sight (Kageyama Tobio x F!Reader)

"I bet I can..." Hinata mumbled and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Hah?" Kageyama glared back. "What did you just say?"

"I'm not good at setting. BUT I BET I CAN HIT THE LONGEST AND FASTEST SERVE!"

"IS THAT A CHALLENGE?"

"YOU WANNA GO NOW?"

"Uh... Kageyama, Hinata, Stop messing around or else you'll get an earful from Daichi-san." Yamaguchi tries to mediate the situation. The last time the idiotic duo did something stupid, all the first years had to run extra laps. And he was not up for that today.

"No use talking to idiots Yamaguchi." Tsukki sneered. "They have an IQ capacity of a teaspoon."

Hinata stood at the line of the court, deciding to go first. Throwing the ball into the air, he jumped as high as he could. As if he were a crow that leaped into the sky. His ball managed to land a good one meter away from line of the opposite side. A loud bang resonating the court and he beamed smugly at his tall opponent. Kageyama had a ball ready in hands as he took Hinata's place. Itching to outperformed the record set by the orange-head. Closing his eyes, he briefly replayed Oikawa's diabolical jump serve from their previous practice match. He knew he was a hundred years too early to be able to do that. Doesn't mean he won't try his luck though.

With a deep exhale, he took flight. Blocking out all sounds surrounding him, save that of his squeaking shoes and the volleyball as he slapped it forward. The stinging sensation felt on his hand causing him to grin. Not quite like Oikawa's, but still powerful. This is it, it will definitely plunge further than Hinata's. And it did. The ball flew pass that one meter mark. And hit a person. Kageyama's eyes blinked twice before the situation finally seeped through his thick skull. He had hit someone's head! Suddenly he could hear his surroundings again. Hinata panicked scream. Yamaguchi running towards the unfortunate human being who fell to the ground. Tsukki trying not to laugh at this slapstick comedy.

Kageyama sprinted towards the person. A hundred thoughts running through his mind. Is the person alright? Is he going to get in trouble with Daichi for this? Where are the third years anyway? Most importantly, when was that person there? How is it he did not notice them? What were they doing there in the first place? Surely no one would actually collapsed from that hit, right? He stood behind Yamaguchi who was trying to communicate with the seemingly unconscious person. And that was when Kageyama noticed, the person was a girl. A petite girl. He kneeled beside Yamaguchi. She seemed to be a little pale.

"Hello?" Yamaguchi tapping her shoulder. "Excuse me, can you hear me?"

No reply.

"KAGEYAMA KILLED SOMEONE!" Hinata hollered.

"What are you going to do now Kageyama?" Despite knowing that she only passed out, Tsukki decided to humour Hinata.

"I'll take her to the nurse's office." Immediately he carried her and jogged out of the court. Hoping not to run into anyone. Especially Daichi.

He couldn't help but glance at her face every three seconds. Wondering if she will wake up midway. But she didn't and that worried him more. If it weren't for her soft faint breaths he would have thought that he actually committed manslaughter with his jump serve. Besides, she has such a small frame. He was afraid if he really did break her. Kageyama held her closer to his body. Noticing how she fit snugly in his arms. And when looked closely, she's actually really cute. A blush spread quickly all over his face. What was he thinking? He doesn't even know her.

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(Y/n) blinked slowly. Feeling slightly dazed.

She woke up late today, all because of that stupid extra Japanese literature homework that had to be submitted during first period. And because she woke up late, she skipped breakfast. She wanted to get something during lunch, but had to drop by the school library to return some books that were due today. Well what do you know, apparently everyone needed to return their books today. If she had known she would've asked her friends to at least get her melon bread. She had about 10 minutes left before lunch ended, but she ran into her senior and was reminded to submit the club activities report today.

It was so hard to focus on classes for the rest of the afternoon. She drank lots of water in hopes to delay the impending dizziness. It was somewhat working. She only needed to wait until clubs and activities time. She'll get a sugary drink from the vending machine, then tell the club leader that she's going to head home early. But karma really had to be a bitch today. Her wallet was not in her bag. (Y/n) dreaded the fact that she might have dropped it somewhere. Searching for her wallet with this now nasty migraine is really going to be such a pain. That is until she suddenly remembered she left it in her drawer at home. She had forgotten about it amidst the rush.

(Y/n) crouched in front of the vending machine. What are the gods playing at exactly. Is it really so hard to get a single bite? Is this karma for denying Mr. Snuggles his treat last week? Well it was not her fault that he knocked over her pudding off the table! She was on the verge of tears when she heard the sound of volleyballs. Oh right, the vending machine was sort of close to the volleyball court... Didn't Yachi say she was recently the co-manager for Karasuno's volleyball club along with that beautiful senior Kiyoko. There is hope. She only needed a little money to get that small carton of drink.

She stood up quickly and regretted it. God, this migraine is killing her. With every ounce of determination she had left, she dragged her feet towards the court. Swaying a little every now and then. The sounds were getting louder, The ball hitting the court, shoes squeaking and people yelling? This is a good thing, it meant that she was getting closer. This is also a bad thing, because it's splitting her skull. Everything around her blurred as she entered the hall. Shit, where is Yachi? She took a few more steps before she felt a hard impact on her head. Dear lord that hurts like hell. And she lost all control of her body before everything went black.

"Oi." a gruff voice distracted her thoughts.

She sat up immediately. Hitting her head on the bed post in the process. She has realized by now that she must have passed out and someone from the volleyball club took her to the nurses office. It must have been this boy sitting beside her. But that still didn't mean she wouldn't be caught off guard. She has always been somewhat intimidated by the male species. Especially those tall towering ones that had to bend a little to talk to her. It's one of the unfortunate things one has to endure being 4'10 and having a small frame. People often joked that she could fit in a suitcase. Though seeing her other shorter friends did brought her pleasure, it still doesn't change the fact that a lot of people around her were giants.

"Idiot."

"Excuse me?" she glared. What's the big idea calling her an idiot out of nowhere. He was the one who surprised her. Sitting on a stool at her bedside, ain't that too close for a stranger, sir? Who is he again? The volleyball club is pretty popular here in Karasuno after they managed to get into the finals of Inter high recently. It was unfortunate that they lost to Aoba Johsai, but everyone acknowledged what a monster the school was. Yachi said everyone felt down but it didn't dampened their spirit, for their next chance will be the Spring Tournament.

"S-sorry." the guy replied.

Dark eyes darting away from her face. She could make out an intimidating look on his face. Eyebrows furrowing sternly. Lips set on a grim line. Yet his cheeks flushed. Or was it because of the orange hue from the setting sun (she couldn't really tell), which also made his black hair glow. It dawned upon (y/n) that if he could just smooth away his frown, he would be handsome (she thinks). And if only he weren't being gruffy. Wait a minute. Tall volleyball player, black hair, intimidating frowning face but yet somehow still good looking?

"I'm Kageyama Tobio-"

"I know."

Silence... Well that was awkward.

She cleared her throat. "I'm (L/n) (Y/n). From Class 5. Um, Yachi's friend."

"Oh." Shoot. He didn't know she was Yachi's friend. What will the manager say about this. "I'm sorry. That my jump serve knocked you out."

"No no no! I was actually a little hypoglycemic. So your uh, jump serve was just the final nail in the coffin." Damn, she knew that getting hit by any ball was going to hurt. But the ball just now, it felt like it could tear her head off. Or maybe that's just an exaggeration of being starved the whole day. She realized his expression went from frowning to horrifying. "N-not that it will literally be the final nail to my coffin! It was just an expression. Maybe not a good one. Sorry I'm just bad with words when it comes to strangers. I mean not that you're an absolute stranger. It's just that- I'm sorry, I'm blabbering too much."

"Not at all!" he yelled. Ah, he got too animated. He didn't understand why. But he just thought everything about this girl is cute. From her petite stature that makes him want to shield her from the wind. To her way of talking that showed just how shy and awkward she was as how it is with him. Trying to reassure him that it was fine. He couldn't understand this sudden grip in his heart and the tingling sensation at his fingertips. Though maybe it was because he hasn't touch the volleyball for a few hours now.

Another awkward silence ensues.

"Anyways," (Y/n) was still a bit shy. She was after all talking to one of the most popular boys at school. But seeing as how he is now, she thought she could loosen up her guard a bit. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"You wear glasses?"

They rushed back together to the volleyball court. Yachi attacked her with a hug as she lamented about the news she heard from her fellow peers. Daichi scolding him to be careful next time whilst Tanaka giving him his infamous gangster glare. Hinata coming forward with his head down as he presented (Y/n)'s broken glasses. He accidently stepped on them when he was panicking, though he only realised it when she was sent to the nurse's office. Her glasses must have fallen off her head when she got hit. That hard huh. Really God, you want to test her that much today. Fine, she'll apologize to Mr. Snuggles when she gets home.

Unbeknownst to her, Kageyama felt even worse than earlier. His ball caused her to knocked out, and now it even knocked off the glasses from her head and broke it. Stuttering on his words, he apologized again. Hands balled into a tight fist. He just felt so bad. Suga noticed how dejected he sounded. But he also noticed how pink his ears were. Oh? Well even if it wasn't what he thought, there was no harm in... light teasing. Besides, they'd looked adorable together, no?

"If you really feel guilty. Then you should walk her home today." slinging his arm over Kageyama's shoulder, Suga tried to keep a neutral expression. Well there was a slight smirk, but he tried. "What if she falls down on her way home? Or run into a pole?"

"I am short-sighted Sugawara-senpai. Not blind." (Y/n) said through gritted teeth. Really these eyesight jokes should be old by now. "Besides, I will need to stop by the optic shop to have new ones made."

"All the more for him to accompany you. It will get dark soon. Might be dangerous to be walking alone with such bad eyesight."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to burden-"

"Let's go." Kageyama interrupted. And when she declined again, he argued back. "Stop being a stubborn idiot. You still haven't eaten, you can't see well and you're so light that people can just easily carry you away."

Did he just called her an idiot for the second time in the short the period they have known each other. How rude! Not that his points were invalid. He was right. But boy does this person lack delicacy. In the end, she agreed to let him accompany her. He bought two cartons of milk from the vending machine. One for each of them, and they set off on their merry way.

~~~~~~~~~~

"No- Okay. Once again. Osmosis only works with solvents. Simple diffusion, both solvents and solutes. So in osmosis, solvents will move from low solute concentration-" (Y/n) stopped explaining when she noticed how Kageyama's brows were almost touching. His lips formed a small pout. "You know what, we have been revising for more than an hour. Let's take 5. Then continue for another hour. It's getting late and although my mum likes you, my dad wouldn't like you being in my room for too long."

Ever since that day where he sent her home, she began hanging out more with Yachi and the volleyball club. Not that she never hung out with her close friend, it's just that (y/n) felt out of place when she mingles with unfamiliar crowds. But now that every member knew her as the girl who got hit by Kageyama's jump serve, that became the basis of her acquaintanceship with the club and she got to hang out with Yachi more. And before she realized it, Kageyama has just been around her circle. Always there. Heck he has been walking her home more often now that even her mother likes him. Then they became just friends. Or she hoped it stayed that way, because she noticed her emotions began crossing unknown territories.

(Y/n) has come to learn a few things about Kageyama Tobio over the course of their friendship. One, he is an obsessed volleyball freak. A prodigy people say. But what (Y/n) sees is a person consumed by passion for the things he loves. And that isn't necessarily bad. Two, he can be quite childish. He fails to control his frustration which later comes off the wrong way whenever he expresses them. But really he means no harm, because when he is happy, he expresses them genuinely. And three, he is quite sensitive. He may want to show that he didn't care, but he actually takes things to heart. He may feel down about a comment, but he will learn to improve from it.

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"For having to teach an idiot like me."

"Oh stop it. Everyone is good and bad at something. We can't all be the perfect prodigy. That's just how things are. You may be bad at studying, but with your volleyball skills I bet you can represent Japan one day." noticing his eyes lit up, she continued. "So in order for you to attend your camp. Let's just try our best okay?"

Kageyama nodded. It was a little embarrassing to have her comforting him like this. But at the same time it brings him immense joy. When he first met her, he would get flutters looking at her cute appearance. Now, he just feels all warm and fuzzy whenever she talks to him. He liked that she didn't judge him or anyone she's ever met. She would scold him sometimes, but at the same time explained her reasoning. And he really appreciated that, how patient she was with him. It does make him guilty, but at the same time he wants to start behaving better. Is this what Suga meant when he said he has a crush on (Y/n)? Kageyama doesn't really know. He will need time to analyze everything.

"(L/n), do you have time during our Spring Tournament?" he tried looking anywhere else but her face.

"You want me to cheer on the club? Sure thing."

"Yes." Hearing her reply made him smile. With a steady gaze he stared straight into her eyes. "Watch me play, (y/n). I'll show you a really strong serve."

(Y/n) could only smile back as she felt butterflies in her stomach. "Then we better get back to studying."

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