#berry not talking to the void for once

[berrysquared]

avian pearl?

This is my second attempt bc i deleted the first one by accident

[wileys-russo]

filling the void II a.putellas x sister!reader

biiiig thanks to @girlgenius1111 for brainstorming this lil fic with me and listening to my rambles - would recommend listening to after the storm by mumford and sons for max angst as that was the soundtrack in my ears as i wrote this. filling the void II a.putellas x sister!reader

you'd known you were taking a rather large risk the moment you'd arrived to the event with your friends and realized just what it was. this was of course followed by the staggering domino effect of knowing who ran and organised it lingering in the back of your mind.

you'd not been responsible for the tickets, only accepting the invitation of a night out with your co-workers turned friends, your older friends to say the least with most of them in their early to mid twenties and you still only at seventeen, though majority of people would never guess so if meeting you for the first time.

having grown up with a significant age gap between you and both of your older sisters you'd only had so many years living in your childhood home with them before suddenly they had lives and jobs and partners all of their own, and one day it felt like you blinked and suddenly you were left behind.

weekly family dinners slowly strayed to become monthly or just on occasion, trying desperately to find any sort of common ground with your sisters which might attract them back to spending time with you like you all used to.

but time stood still for no one and they got older while still seeming to refuse to accept you did too, the things they enjoyed doing together not something you ever seemed to be included in.

gone were the nights you'd all spend curled up together arguing over what movie to watch, often followed by the spontaneous late night drives you were snuck out for afterward once your mami was asleep.

bribed with the promise of ice cream the three of you would sit on the beach and listen to the waves, talking about everything and nothing for hours and hours.

sometimes when you were much younger you'd fall asleep on the sand with your head on either alba or alexia's lap, their fingers carding gently through your hair they spoke softer as to not wake you.

when it came time to leave they'd argue for a moment over who was carrying you back to the car, alexia nearly always losing as she very carefully returned you to your seat, alba sliding in the back with you as your head was cradled safely into her shoulder, arm draped protectively around your back.

you'd stir a little as the engine roared to life, lifting your head slightly as alba softly pushed it back down to slump on her shoulder again. "go to sleep fresa." your sister would coo, kissing your forehead as you'd drift off again.

fresa, little strawberry.

the small red berry your favorite fruit growing up meant as a baby your face was always stained red with the juice, finding endless amusement in smushing them against your lips rather than eating them properly.

the nickname given to you by alexia who would always laugh as she tried to feed you one and you'd almost take her finger off in your eagerness, having to be extra careful once your teeth came in and suddenly the small nips hurt.

as a small child your affinity for the fruit continued, t-shirt often stained with blotchy red patches to your lack of care when eating, your entire family now dubbing you as fresa, the name affectionate and loving and sweet.

but now, now it felt like ashes in your mouth.

growing up with such a large age gap had made both your sisters fiercely protective over you. your first year of school an eighteen year old alexia walked you there hand in hand every single day, often leaving the barcelona academy early to make sure she was there on time to pick you up again at the end of the school day.

her heart would swell as your face lit up everytime you saw her, waving goodbye to your friends and sprinting over toward her, the footballer often still in her training kit would drop down as you launched at her in a tight hug.

swinging your tiny little hand in hers she'd smile in amusement at your bookbag which was nearly the same size as you as she listened to your excited little ramble about your day, waiting patiently while you forced her to stop so you could pick a bunch of wildflowers from a small park near your home which blossomed every spring.

sometimes they were a gift for her, sometimes for your mami, even sometimes for alba though that was a lot less as your fifteen year old sisters unpredictable mood swings could be truly terrifying at times.

the year your father died was hard for the entire family, but it seemed to fall hardest on you. still too young to understand why suddenly one day he just stopped coming home, and no one really knew for awhile how to explain it to you in words which made sense among dealing with their own grief.

it confused you that as you asked when he was coming home again everyone just seemed to cry, your sisters often pulling you into a hug so bone crushingly tight at times it hurt your chest a little as your shirt became damp from their tears.

of course with time you eventually understood why he no longer came home and had instead made a new home in heaven.

the tight hugs with your sisters you now offered to them rather than they just be taken from you at will as you all did your best to move forward together in this new scary norm.

back then you'd been a tightly knit family unit, bonded by a loss which would always leave a hole in that unit. but overtime with a support system full of love and care it began to close a little, relishing in the time you got to spend with your two older sisters who were your biggest idols and in turn your biggest protectors.

you cheered very loudly and very proudly when alexia played her first senior game for barcelona, sitting on alba's shoulders and watching in awe as your sister blazed up and down the pitch so fast she was like a superhero.

and back then to you both of your sisters were your superheros.

but now dismissed and brushed off by the two women you'd always looked up to and held on such a pedestal growing up left you with a wound carved a lot deeper than you cared to admit or either of them cared to notice.

though of course nothing was missed by eli who with now only you at home to look after meant the pair of you grew even closer. though even eli's subtle attempts to hint to her two eldest that maybe you were feeling a little neglected and left out were waved off.

as far as alexia and alba could see by your instagram you had an active social life and a good handful of friends you hung out with regularly. why would you want to hang out with them anyway if you had friends your own age? what teenager chooses their sisters over their peers.

but what they failed to see was all the over posting and the near forceful attempts to shove a healthy social life down the throat of your followers was to try and prove you weren't a loser.

prove you went out and had fun with your friends, so it hurt even more to not be able to answer the question of why wouldn't your own sisters deem you worthy enough to invite you to do the same with them anymore?

instead now on your own you'd been forced to watch on through a phone screen as the pair of them seemed to grow closer and you suddenly felt a million miles away, some days even on a different planet despite both their homes being a mere twenty or so minutes from yours.

you'd always been smart, you weren't by any means cocky or arrogant you were just intelligent. both emotionally and logically you found yourself head and shoulders above your peers, excelling through school and graduating a whole year early at only sixteen.

you'd hoped maybe this display of maturity and achievement might allow you a small crack to slither through to spend more time with your sisters, and for the weekend following your graduation it seemed to work with both older girls plastered by your side for the entire 48 hours of celebration with your loved ones.

but of course the moment monday rolled around they were nowhere to be found when you'd woken that morning, returning to their own lives and their own homes which just didn't seem to hold a place for you in them anymore.

discussing with your school careers advisor from afar the options which were laid out in front of you now you'd finished school, you found yourself put forward for a junior position with a local pathology lab.

at first they were quite firm they were looking for someone older and with more experience, but with a gentle forceful push from your advisor you were offered the chance to interview anyway.

you'd spent the days leading up to it doing your research, you'd always had an uncanny knack for retaining information and this was no different.

you'd reached out to both your sisters for some advice, hoping they might be proud enough to come see you and help you prepare. though when all you got back were simple texts wishing you luck and not even asking you call them afterwards with how you went, you deflated like a balloon someone had taken a pin to.

the day of the interview came and passed.

it hurt that neither of your sisters bothered to check in, though given they were on yet another weekend away together with a few of alexia's teammates you tried to tell yourself they were just busy and hadn't realized, deluding yourself as the days passed that anytime your phone went off it could be them.

but it never was and you knew deep down they'd likely forgotten all about it, and in turn it felt like they had forgotten all about you.

and when after a few days you'd not heard anything back from the lab you emailed your advisor thanking her for the support but that you were unsuccessful in the position.

but not even five minutes had passed before your phone started to ring and you clicked accept, your eyes widening as you were offered both the job and even an apology.

your chest swelled at the positive feedback that you were the ideal candidate and that in fact your age was an advantage, you might have been young but you were eager to learn with a good mature head on your shoulders and that was exactly what they sought out in a junior position.

that had been twelve months ago and now you were qualified to both take and test the blood with careful supervision, having assumed you might stay in the role only a few months while you worked out what you wanted to do next you found yourself quite drawn to pathology.

over those twelve months you'd found yourself withdrawing from your school friends, struggling to find common ground now you seemed to be in an entirely different life phase to them and through no malice you all just seemed to drift apart.

with a large chasm opening in your chest at the breakdown in relationship with your sisters, your sisters who at some point in time you'd go to for everything and anything, you sought that out elsewhere.

from your very first day you'd felt welcomed and looked after, everyone assuring no question you had was stupid and that the very best lessons came from mistakes made.

so taken under the wing of a few of the more senior girls working you found yourself invited out for dinners, then to parties and birthdays, then just to hang out as that chasm lessened a little with your new older friends offering you the life advice and comfort you'd lacked with alexia and alba stepping back.

which brought you back to now as you chattered eagerly with your coworkers turned friends, all of you grateful for the weekend off since the lab only operated monday through friday.

your heart started to race and you felt your head spin as you looked up at the very large manuelas banner stretched out across the top of the entrance, though that could be attributed to the large amount of alcohol you'd already consumed at pre drinks.

you'd tried to plead with your friends before you entered the line outside the club, already able to hear the thundering bass and laughter coming from inside but all you could focus on was the knowledge your sisters girlfriend was likely already inside.

you knew at least your sister herself wasn't going to be here, having seen on her instagram that alexia was out for dinner with her agent and management team celebrating a brand new deal she'd just signed with nike for a further three years under them.

of course you found that out through instagram as well, as you did with most updates about their lives or careers. the text thread with both of your sisters pushed right down at the bottom of your contacts, rarely speaking to them much these last few months.

you’d stopped going to alexia’s football games, she hadn’t seemed to notice which only solidified she didn’t care if you were there or not. instead you spent your weekends with your new older friends, the ones who actually wanted you around and cared for you in a way you hadn’t felt from either of your sisters in a long time.

though no matter which way you explained the olga situation and your worries you'd be caught out for being underage your friends were not taking no for an answer. promising they'd look out for you and that the chances of you being noticed among the hundreds of women crammed into the club was slim to none.

so with a sigh you allowed yourself to be pulled into the line to get in, your friends doing their best to distract you as your nerves were obvious, though they eased a little by the time you finally made it to the front.

you all had your tickets scanned, that was easy enough and without an issue you stepped forward, hovering in the middle of the group as you tried not to look nervous when you handed the bouncer your fake ID.

really it wasn't all that much of a stretch and you knew you passed for nineteen always having looked a little older than your peers, especially with the amount of makeup slapped on your face right now as you shifted and subtly tugged your dress down a little as it hitched up your ass.

when you'd bought the ID you knew better than to age yourself up more than a few years, nineteen was reasonable, achievable, anything more and you knew you'd be pushing it.

before anything else you'd contemplated just stealing alba's ID, but trying to pass for twenty seven was laughable and a disaster waiting to happen so you'd abandoned that thought quite quickly.

flashing the rather hulking and stern looking bouncer a smile as charming as you could manage, you withheld your sign of relief as he handed the ID back to you and nodded for you to proceed.

your friends dragging you inside your body sagged and they all announced this called for shots before you were even a few feet into the club.

you blinked a few times as you were pulled and jostled toward the bar, slightly disorientated from the tequila pumping through your blood stream, the amount of insanely attractive women surrounding you and the flashing strobe lights which pulsed above your head as the bass vibrated the floor beneath your feet.

a shot of something shoved into your hand you couldn't help but grin as the cheers rang out celebrating you, having been given a pay raise today at work on the anniversary of your first year with the lab.

"vamos!" you all yelled and downed the drinks, your nose scrunching at the sambuca which burned its way down your throat.

doing your best not to cough or gag one of your friends clapped you on the back and kissed your cheek, grabbing your hand and tugging you with her onto the dance floor.

your friends following suit and yet another drink placed into your hand you found yourself finally able to relax a little, calmed by the mass of sweaty drunken bodies crammed into the room you'd all but dismissed your fears of being found out.

but really, you were caught out long before that first shot passed your lips.

olga had been stood on the second floor with her team, watching with eager grins as the line to enter grew longer and longer and the cheers rang out, glasses of champagne clinking as one by one her partners slipped downstairs to continue the celebrations.

olga however relished in the gentle evening breeze fanned with the fresh fragrant air of summer, having spent what felt like the last month packed into that club organizing every little detail to be as perfect as could be, so understandably she was in no rush to go and join the party just yet.

she had always enjoyed people watching, a smile curling on her lips watching the groups of atendee's below. some clearly already maybe a little too drunk she trusted her security team to keep everything at bay, in olga's mind as she did with all of her events she'd prepared a solution to any possible problem which might pop up.

well, she thought every single problem that could have arisen.

eyes scanning faces and nursing the now lukewarm glass of champagne in her hands olga's gaze passed you by without a second thought, making it a further seven faces before suddenly she snapped to attention as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

her grip on the half empty glass tightened and eyes narrowed as they locked in on you, the sound of your laughter floating through the air confirming her fears as her chest tightened watching you make your way easily through the security team and disappear inside.

the moment you did her phone was already pressed to her ear, champagne abandoned as she paced back and forth, olga dismissing one of her colleagues who popped her head out to check in with a wave of her hand.

"hola, amor?"

~

your worries were now long gone as you downed your third drink of the hour, bodies packed against you from all angles as you and your friends sang screamed along amid your laughter.

"your round chiqui!" you felt a poke to your cheek and rolled your eyes playfully, one of your friends shoving you halfheartedly. "vale vale i'm going!" you laughed at their insistence, shuffling and jostling your way through the crowd toward the bar.

finally busting out of the throng of drunken sweaty patrons you were able to breathe properly again, standing in line and running a hand through your hair tugging out a few loose knots.

"hola." you turned your head at the new voice, a tall brunette grinning down at you, the alcohol coursing through your veins impairing your judgement a little as you smiled back and returned the greeting.

"can i buy you a drink querida?" the girl asked, tone clearly flirty as you raised an eyebrow at her forwardness. you opened your mouth to reply however a different pair of eyes caught yours from the bar and suddenly your heart dropped into your stomach.

"no, lo siento." you apologised before turning to make your way away, the girl shrugging and turning to another woman on her other side, repeating the question as you pushed your way back in trying to find your friends.

though the longer your eyes searched the more desperate you became and so abandoning your plan you decided to just make a break for it.

"oye! pequeña?" your blood ran cold at the familiar voice calling out behind you, eyes widening as you ignored the urge to turn around, instead making a beeline for the door, mumbling apologies as you elbowed your way through the crowd.

you flashed a nervous smile to the bouncer whose eyebrows furrowed but before he could say a word you'd taken off, the man deeming he had other priorities as he made no move to follow you.

by the time olga made it to the front you were already gone, the security team confirming you'd left as olga dismissed their questions as to why she was looking for you, the older girl needing to keep this as under wraps as possible as she hurried upstairs already on the phone to her girlfriend.

~

your uber account linked to eli's you couldn't call one of those, so it was looking like you were walking home considering you didn't have the faintest idea of what bus would get you there.

you were grateful that the club itself was in the centre of town, plenty of people wandering around the warm summer night as the time had now passed midnight.

you were so caught up in your own head you hadn't noticed the car pulling up on the curb behind you, the slam of the door pulling you from your thoughts as you glanced behind you out of curiosity.

but the sight which met your eyes had them widening and the breath quickly snatched from your lungs, the furious hazel orbs burning a hole in your head.

"tienes muchos problemas." your sister growled, both of you locked in a stand off as you sized one another up and you swallowed hard, eyes darting around nervously.

"no!" alexia warned as she took a step closer and you bolted, quickly snatching your heels off and sprinting away as your sister took off after you.

"mierda!" alexia swore as you quickly disappeared, returning back to the car and instructing olga to drive as it was now suddenly a race to see who got home first.

your chest heaved, calves throbbed and lungs burned as you finally stopped running, almost home now and profusely sweating out the alcohol which was pumping through you.

adrenaline and fear having carried you to your final destination everything started to catch up as a wave of nausea washed over your body and you careered over, throwing up the remaining contents of your stomach onto the grass.

wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you forced yourself to your feet, darting around the back of the house and moving the trash bin as quietly as you could, shaking your head to try and remove the dizziness as you climbed up.

meanwhile back around the front alexia and olga arrived right as alba was dropped off by one of her friends, having been at manuelas herself and by the luck of god not running into you she'd only just checked her phone while in the bathroom.

"where is she?" alba asked confused as alexia jumped out, kissing her girlfriend goodnight and promising she'd be home soon, olga sensing this was now a family matter as alba waved and she was gone.

"joder when i get my hands on her, ten foot under in a grave!" alexia warned coldly, body tensed with rage as the two made their way to the front door, alexia pounding her fist against it and tapping her foot impatiently.

"ale!" alba pushed her hand away as she did it again, the door swinging open before another word could be said. "Dios mío. what is wrong?" eli questioned worriedly, alba paling a little as alexia rolled her eyes unfazed.

"mami do you know where your daughter is right now?" alexia asked coldly, eli frowning at the question. "i know two of them have just woken me up at nearly one in the morning." the woman responded calmly, raising an eyebrow as alexia huffed and gently moved the shorter woman out of the way striding inside.

"alexia what-" eli started, the blonde making a beeline for your bedroom as alba closed the front door, alexia all but kicking your door open as you froze like a deer in headlights, halfway through the window.

"oh que perfecto!" your sister was hauling you the rest of the way inside as you stumbled and almost fell, wincing as she grabbed your ear and twisted hard causing you to hiss and try to pull her hand off to no avail as you were dragged across the room.

"alexia? let her go ya mismo!" eli ordered as your sister shoved you to sit down on the sofa, towering over you with a murderous glare as you tried to stand again, quickly abandoning that idea as you slouched backwards with a frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

"mami do you know where she has been? where we found her? what she has been doing?" alexia was on the brink of exploding, and there was a time where perhaps you'd have teased her for the vein in her head looking ready to pop but long gone were those days.

"hija?" eli sighed tiredly, raising an eyebrow as she took a seat in the armchair in the corner of the room, alba and alexia's glares trained on you as you refused to meet their eyes.

"i was out with my friends mami, like i told you i was." you answered with a shrug causing your sisters to scoff. "tell her where." alexia continued to probe as you rolled your eyes, digging your grave a little deeper but beyond the point of caring now.

"at a club." you mumbled, picking at a loose thread of your dress. "más fuerte!" alexia growled in warning. "no, i heard her." eli held up a hand and you chanced a look up to meet her eyes, face unreadable.

"she was at manuelas mami, at olga's event in a club drinking with women twice her age! drinking, at seventeen in a club!" alexia hissed, fists balled by her side as once again your eyes rolled.

"you roll your eyes at me one more time hermanita and i will turn them black!" alexia exploded, taking a step toward you as alba grabbed her wrist and tugged her back.

"some friends hermana, sneaking you into a club and buying you alcohol? group of idiotas!" alba snarked adding in her two cents as your jaw clenched and you bit your tongue.

"do you have any idea how much trouble olga could be in if someone reported that there was minors at the club and drinking? she could lose her license, maybe lose her business, her team would be investigated-" alexia ranted on and on as you sighed quietly.

"no one would have found out alexia, stop being so dramatic." you muttered, and if you were all in a cartoon you were sure steam would have poured from her ears.

"pequeña since when are you this stupid? this reckless? this selfish!" alba spoke up again, shaking her head in disbelief, disappointed in you while alexia remained angry.

the last word caused a bitter smile to be painted across your face, body vibrating with a chuckle as alexia's eyes widened. "is this funny to you hermanita? are you laughing right now? because i will give you something to laugh about if-" alexia warned, cut off by eli clearing her throat in a silent warning.

"i went out with my friends and did a few shots, lock me up alexia!" your voice dripped with sarcasm as you pouted and held up your wrists mockingly as if ready for them to be cuffed.

"hija." eli's stern tone cut through that as your hands dropped and you sighed. "mami por favor i am tired and it is late, can i go to bed?" you asked quietly, eli's face softening as the older woman took pity and nodded.

"sit your ass down hermana we aren't done here!" alexia warned as you stood, her words ignored as you moved to kiss eli's cheek as she drew you into a hug, murmuring an apology to her as your sisters watched on in disbelief.

"mami. really?" alba scoffed as she gestured for you to head to your room and you shot your sisters a filthy glare. "you ruin my night, alexia's night, olga's night and you have nothing to say pequeña?" alba accused as you only shrugged.

"i was fine, i was safe, you had no reason to come here. you ruined your own night!" you snarled back, the sudden tone catching your sister off guard, not used to you pushing back like this and certainly not expecting that as a response.

"sit. down." alexia's larger form blocked you from moving, glaring down at you as you both stood chest to chest. "no. move, puta." you growled, the blondes eyes widening as you tried to push past her and she grabbed the material of your dress in her hands and shoved you back harshly into the wall.

"go on la reina, hit me!" you challenged with a twisted smile at the pure rage in her eyes as you raised your chin up, daring her to make contact.

"alexia! déjala ir, now." eli stood and warned firmly, alexia's grip loosening as you pushed at her chest sending her stumbling backwards. "you don't scare me anymore alexia. i hate you both! stay out of my life." you hissed, both your sisters eyes widening further at the venom in your tone.

but at your words and obvious lack of remorse toward the situation all the midfielder could see was red.

"careless, stupid, selfish little accident!" alexia hurled back angrily as you paused by your door, hot tears burning at your eyes as her words cut you deep like a dagger dragged down your back.

but you wouldn't let her see that they hurt so you refused to turn around and give her the satisfaction.

your anger deflating and now numb and tired you stepped into your room, door closing with a gentle click and a thud of your lock as alexia stood chest heaving with rage watching you go.

"she's seventeen drinking in a club and she gets a kiss on the cheek and sent to bed? mami!" alba echoed her sisters thoughts with a scoff as alexia watched your door for a moment more, your light turning out before she stepped away.

"she's a baby mami! our baby. she is out drinking and dancing and doing god knows what with older women, who don't know that she is a minor! are you blind? deaf? do you not care about her? her safety? she needs rules, consequences, discipline! she is out of control." alexia struggled out, eli fixing her with an unimpressed stare at her words.

"she is not a baby anymore and it would do the two of you some good to remember that hija's, if you have any hope of fixing this." eli spoke calmly as both your sisters faces scrunched up.

"fix it? por favor we have to be sorry? for what mami you are joking!" alba laughed bitterly, shaking her head and shooting a glare at your door with half a mind to kick it in and lay into you herself if no one else would.

"both of you. venga aquí." eli nodded for them both to follow her as she lead her two eldest daughters out onto the balcony, ordering they take a seat as she firmly closed the doors, your ears not needing to catch wind of any of this if you were still awake.

you were, sobs muffled into your pillow as your eyes stung from the salty tears pooled in them and the smeared makeup not yet wiped off your face, mascara stained tears carving their destructive little path down your cheeks as your body shook violently at the effort to try and stay as quiet as possible.

"mami it is late we-" alexia started, the night air cooling her flushed cheeks as eli took a seat across from them. "no, you woke me up and caused all of this, and now you will both listen to me." the woman warned as both girls nodded.

"before tonight, when is the last time either of you saw your hermana?" eli asked calmly as alexia and alba both shared a look, clearly struggling to remember.

"maybe your birthday? but mami-" alexia started, silenced by a hand held up her way. "my birthday was three weeks ago hija's, and it was just dinner. what did you do afterwards?" eli's tone was a little sharper now.

"we went to ale's house, i wanted to see olga since she returned from her trip." alba answered this time as eli nodded. "and did you invite your sister?" both girls hesitated before shaking their heads, starting to sense where this conversation was headed.

"but mami-" "no, i will ask the questions."

"tell me ale, how long has your sister worked at the lab?" eli asked quite casually as alexia opened and closed her mouth a few times. "eh, a couple of months?" she guessed, even alba wincing at that as eli hummed.

"no, one year. one year today, well yesterday. that is why she went out with her friends, to celebrate. i knew she was going to drink, she was honest with me about that as she always is. we went to dinner together on friday to celebrate her achievements." eli informed as alexia and alba shifted a little uncomfortably.

"she didn't tell us." alba dared to speak up, eyes dropping to the table at the fierce look from the older woman across the table. "no she didn't. i asked if she wanted to and do you know what she said said?" eli questioned, neither girl daring to answer.

"your sister said why mami? they won't care, they don't have time for a stupid dinner." eli's tongue cut like a sword through the tense silence rolling in like a fog around the table. "time. something the both of you no longer have for your sister it would seem." eli hummed, crossing her arms and resting them on the table.

"mami we-" "no, i am not done."

"growing up the pair of you have always had one another, three years apart and always close. always filled with love, always looking out for each other like we raised you to. always together." eli started as alexia awkwardly fiddled with the hem of her shorts.

"i know your sister is younger, much younger. but never did i think that would ever mean the two of you do not care for her and look out for her the way you looked out for one another growing up. you had each other, but when you both moved out she had no one but me." eli's tone became harsher as both girls sank deeper into their chairs, both on the verge of throwing up with guilt as her words hit home.

"i am partially at fault as i should have said something sooner. i know you both love her, i do. but she does not, she does not think you care and i can see why. i watched her try desperately to gain your attentions once you both left, i watched her heart crack that little bit more when she was rejected again and again. and it broke my heart because that is not how i raised any of my girls to be!" eli continued as alexia swallowed a hard lump in her throat and alba stared blankly down at the ground.

"i am getting older hijas, and so is she. i can see her now going backwards, she pulls away from you both and if you do not make attempts to fix this then she will pull too far and she will be out of reach. is this what you want?" both girls were quick to shake their heads.

"then do better, find a way to fix this. go to your own homes and think about why your sister does not feel she is welcome in them anymore, and why she no longer feels she holds a place in your life or that either of you deserve space in hers. before it is too late all together, you both need to fix what you have broke."

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part two

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The Prophecy (Lucien Vanserra x Rhys! Sister)/(Azriel x Rhys! Sister) Part 3 (Lucien's Version)

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 ( Azriel's Version)

AN: I'm not really sure if I like how this turned out, so if you're new here I promise my writing it typically so much better. ALSO there are so many new faces on here! I wanted to say hello and thank you for the love once again! If you liked this fic and you love drama, forbidden love, protective acotar boys, a bit of a slow burn, and political intrigue you would LOVE and I mean LOVE my fic Young Love and Old Money. I’m still writing it but it’s almost completed! Go check it out you won’t be disappointed!

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Summary: The only thing worse than having Azriel not know about the bond is watching him and Elain carry on like she doesn’t have a mate as well. Lucien and you have been long time friends but things change after one fateful starfall celebration. It’s not wrong if both of your mates don’t want you right? 

Warnings: smut, so much lucien fluff, happy ending for lucien (for once) :)

Word count: 5057

We arrived in the house in silence, the only thing to fill the void was the crackling of the enchanted fire that always sprang to life whenever I walked through the door. My eyes were fixed on the floorboards, studying every grain of wood as I put together what had just happened. 

I had told Azriel about the bond, and I did it in anger. I had imagined telling him a million different ways over the past 400 years but never did imagine doing it out of spite. I was just so angry with Elain and her insufferable entitlement that had me seeing red. If anyone should act in such a manner, it should be me, I was a princess after all. 

I was furious with Elain there was no doubt about that, but the voice that kept echoing in my mind was Azriel’s. How he yelled at me. I had known him my whole life and I had never once been afraid of him,  until today. 

As if he was tired of the silence, Lucien brushed his hand under my chin bringing my gaze to his, it wasn’t until then that I realized I was crying. I didn’t even give him a chance to ask if I was alright before I started blubbering. 

“Lu I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to. She just got under my skin and I-” 

“Shhh” he cooed, pulling me into his chest. “It’s okay, I understand. I didn’t react much better when Azriel started talking.” he chuckled, no doubt remembering how he preemptively called me his wife, the words had rolled off his tongue so effortlessly it was admirable. 

“He’s never raised his voice to me like that. Not ever,” I hiccup into his chest, his scent like apples, spiced berries and woodsmoke. 

“I should’ve burned him to a crisp for doing so he has no right to treat you that way,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“It’s alright, now that he knows he’ll be entitled to act possessive of me,” I sigh, starting to feel my pulse slow in his arms. 

“And I’m not granted that same right? To protect you?” Lucien said, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. 

“Well, you aren’t my mate,” I laugh looking into his eyes. 

“And what if that doesn’t matter to me? That we aren’t mates? What if I think that the Cauldron made a terrible, horrible mistake by not binding me to you in every way imaginable?” he confesses. 

I search his face for a hint of that playful gleam I saw earlier. The trickster, the silver tongued fox who might be playing me for a fool. But I didn’t find it, for all those fiery eyes bore was sincerity. 

“What do you mean Lu?” I ask earnestly. 

“Exactly what I said, you aren’t my mate, but…” he stops as if to consider his words. “But I still feel like you are in a way, I feel protective of you. In a way I always have, remember when you scraped your knee climbing that cherry blossom tree in the spring court all those years ago?” 

I smile remembering the event, I had wanted some cherry blossoms to braid into my hair. “Yes I do, I still have the scar.” I laughed. 

“I know you do, I see it every time I make love to you,” he smiled back. “I remember carrying you to the healers at the spring court from half a mile out. Even then I couldn’t stand the thought of you bearing any sort of scar. What I’m trying to say is that you may not be my mate, but I love you like you’re mine. Because you are, you are mine.”

My breath gets caught in my throat and my eyes go wide at those three little words. The ones I thought I might’ve felt too these past few months. 

I love you. 

For a year now things between Lucien and I had been strictly situational, just a means to an end. Then I started noticing the little things, his toothbrush next to mine, his laundry in my hamper, him having his own side of the bed. Things changed, but it wasn’t a bad change, which was a new idea for me, as I had always resented change. But not this, this was good. 

I thought I had felt that emotion with Lucien before. The night that I came home and he had made us both dinner. The time he bought me the second book in a series just because he noticed I was almost done with the first. The week I was sick he nursed my back to health. I thought I felt love each and every one of those times, but I wasn’t sure. I always teetered on saying it but never caved. But as I stood here in his arms, watching his eyes light up as he said those words to me, I knew I felt the same.

“I-I love you too Lucien,” I said quietly so only he could hear, even though we were the only two people in the house. 

He wastes no time bringing his mouth to mine, for so long our kisses had been fervent, needy. Both of us desiring pleasure and the codling that came after it. This kiss was different than all the rest, in it I felt real love. The kind I had only read about in my numerous romance novels. I dreamed of being kissed this way my entire life. 

I felt strong hands grip my waist hoisting me up. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he started bounding up the stairs, his enthusiasm making me giggle.

“Believe me my love, there is nothing funny about the way I’m going to ravish you tonight,” he smirked before kicking open the bedroom door. 

The next day I woke up slowly, not wanting to move from where Lucien had placed me on his chest last night. Both of us took our time to have a steady morning knowing that later in the day there would be chaos. Lucien got up first, always the more responsible of the two of us. When I murmured a sleepy protest he simply chuckled and placed me back in bed, where I snuggled into the warm sheets that smell faintly of him. 

When I woke for the second time I smelled that delectable scent of pancakes wafting through the small townhouse. The aroma pulled me from the sheets in a sleepy haze as if my body was controlled by some other worldly force. Slipping on my blue nightgown and padding downstairs into the kitchen I found Lucien half clothed and cooking breakfast for the two of us.

“Blueberry pancakes, not chocolate chip,” he assured me, sprinkling fresh blueberries onto a pancake. 

“You remembered,” I sighed leaning against the counter watching him intently. When Lucien had first made breakfast for me I was taken aback by his cooking skills, there was no way that this man was the complete package. 

“How could I forget?” he laughed, flipping a pancake. “Last time I made chocolate you were on your cycle and you were so befuddled that you yanked the spatula out of my hand and spanked me with it.” 

I slid between him and the stove, “Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” I say my voice low and sultry as my hand slowly reaches for the spatula he’s hidden behind his back. 

“You little minx,” he teases when he feels my fingers searching for the torture weapon. The mischievous gleam flashes in his eyes and before I can run he swipes a blob of whipped cream from a nearby bowl onto my cheek. 

“Lu!” I scoff going to wipe the cream off my cheek but he grasps my wrist to stop me. 

“Fair is fair my dear,” he smirks before licking the sweetness off my cheek. I immediately feel my toes curl at the fiery sensation.

“You are insatiable,” I laughed, moving away from him to properly wipe my face.

I feel a quick slap to my arse with the spatula and I turn to see my fiancé standing with a self satisfied smirk. “Says you little miss ‘more Lucien more!’” he teases recalling how I begged him to touch me last night.

“I knew you would  tease me about that!” I shouted, pushing his study form as hard as I could, he didn’t even teeter. “I’ll never beg for you again!” 

He smiles, grabbing my left hand and pulling it to his mouth, placing a kiss on the ring adorning it. “There will never be a need,” he smirked. “Now go and set the table, babysitting Nyx duties can’t be put off for forever.” 

I had told Rhys and Feyre that I would happily watch Nyx this afternoon. Of course that was before they knew about Lucien, who might’ve gotten away with a pleasant afternoon in my townhouse with a new book but now? He was shackled to me to watch the young one.

 While the little High Lord in training was typically quite docile, he had just learned to crawl and had begun flapping his little wings, which meant trouble was becoming the new normal. Which is exactly what had happened today…

“Nyx no!” I shouted as he reached for a heavy book on one of the bookshelves, his tiny wings helping him to gain the extra inch or two of ground he needed. 

I grabbed him from underneath his shoulders and brought him into my arms, bouncing him on my hip as his eyes caught the shiny necklace I was wearing. His little hands grabbed at it and I figured it was better than a vase or another heavy book. 

“Just imagine till he can actually fly,” Lucien chuckled, coming up behind me.

“That won’t be for quite a while thankfully,” I laugh, bouncing the babe up and down.

“Are you so sure about that? Cassian seems to already be giving him lessons.” he points out. 

“I don’t even want to think about a flying toddler,” I scoff and Lucien chuckles behind me. 

 He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and I could feel his lips curling into a smile.“Is it bad that I’m enjoying watching this?” he admitted. 

“Watching what?” I laugh as Nyx puts the necklace in his mouth. 

“You, with a baby in your arms,” he said. 

“I’ve always wanted children,” I said and a beat of silence passed until I decided to be bold. “Lu, do you think we could ever have children?” I ask, afraid to turn around and possibly see a wary look on his face.

I felt Lucien’s chuckle reverberate behind me, “As many as you would like my darling.” he laughed. 

I whipped around with Nyx to search his eyes for a hint of uncertainty, but he seemed happy about the idea, “Really?” I asked in disbelief. 

“Of course,” he assured me. 

“I want a million just like little Nyx here,” I smile looking at the babe in my arms. 

“Minus the wings of course,” Lucien laughs behind me and I pause. 

My entire life I had always pictured my children with wings. Small, delicate little things that I would ‘ooo’ and ‘ahhh’ over.  I remembered seeing the Illyrian children in Windhaven growing up, I was always so happy when mothers would let me hold their babies, their wings so adorably small. I looked forward to having winged children of my own, but now things had changed. 

“What is it my dear?” Lucien asked, breaking me out of my trance. 

“Oh it’s nothing, it’s just that when I pictured my children I always figured they would have wings,” I say, pressing a kiss to Nyx’s temple. 

As if summoned, Azriel walked in, Rhys and Feyre in tow, signaling that their meeting was over. His eyes flitted to me, no doubt having heard what I had said. Lucien’s hand tightened on my hip. 

“How was he? Was he good?” Feyre smiled crossing the room to take her son in her arms once more.

“He was, but those wings are going to give me grief one day,” I smile watching Nyx snuggle into his mothers arms. 

“Don’t worry I’m terrified too,” Rhys laughed, approaching his mate and child. 

A comfortable silence ensued as I watched the little family reunite, smiles and warmth surrounding them. Lucien’s hand came to my shoulder, as if promising that we too would have that same picture perfect family one day. 

“Can we talk?” Azriel asked timidly, taking a step away from the doorway he leaned against. Feyre and Rhys take out of the room, no doubt feeling the change in the atmosphere.  

I searched his eyes for a hint of aggression but all I found was remorse, “Yes we may,” I say quietly.

“If you lay one hand on her spymaster I will burn you to ash,” Lucien growled, his hand on my shoulder tightening possessively.

“You have my word that I will not touch her in anger,” Azriel said earnestly, not a hint of teasing or mockery. Instead, a new found respect for Lucien showed in his eyes. 

I go to follow Azriel into the other room when I feel Lucien grab my hand pulling me into his broad chest. 

“Wait,” he said before slamming his lips to mine. The gesture was so passionate I couldn’t help but let out the slightest of moans as I felt him cradle the back of my head. This wasn’t just a kiss goodbye, it was a display of power to Azriel, letting him know how serious the two of us were. I couldn’t help but feel my lips turn up at Lucien’s sudden daring. 

I felt him back away to survey my face, as if looking for any hesitancy to enter into a conversation with Azriel. When he was certain I was comfortable he placed a kiss on my brow, “I’ll be right here if you need me.” he said as I dropped his hand and followed Azriel into Rhys’ study. 

The doors to the office closed with a resolute click as Azriel turned to face me, his eyes somber. 

“First and foremost I wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I behaved the other night. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that or said the things I did” he said leaning against the desk a food meter away from me, as if Lucien had scared him from coming any closer. 

“It’s alright I forgive you. I shouldn’t have blurted out such an important thing anyways. We were both at fault.” I say earnestly. 

Azriel pulls his gaze from his boots to me, “I heard what you said in there, about your children having wings. Did you ever picture that those children would be?” he starts leaving me room to finish the sentence for him. 

“Yours? Yes.” I say timidly.

Azriel sighs as if weighing what all this means, “How long have you known?” he prompts. 

I think to lie, but it wouldn’t bear well on my soul. It was best to get it all out in the open. 

“400 years.” I confess and he curses under his breath. “I knew it the night you danced with me at the solstice ball in the Hewn City.” 

“Fuck y/n,” he curses again, turning to brace his hands on the desk behind him and I take a tentative step towards him. 

“I’m sorry I never told you, that wasn’t fair to you.” I sigh, but he doesn’t reply so I continue on. “It’s just that every time I thought about it you were pining for Mor and then Elain. I never felt I stood a chance. But you would talk to me about them, and even though it broke my heart to hear how you loved them so, it was better than losing you. I told myself that if I couldn’t have your love I would cherish your friendship, and maybe that was selfish of me but I did it.” 

Azriel finally turned from the desk to meet my gaze and I tried to offer him the most sympathetic glance I could. 

“I understand why you never told me, but I still wish I had known. Thing’s might’ve been different.” he said, running a hand through his hair. 

I pause to consider his words, “Would they be?” I ask. 

He looked at me in confusion, like I was dispelling the idea that the sky was blue. I understood his disarray. For thousands of years things had always been the same, mates were mates and that was that. But maybe what Lucien said last night did have merit. 

“Are you not happy with Elain?” I prompt him with a light heart, as I finally started to feel some solace in my own words. 

“y/n I don’t want to-” 

“You do not burden me Az.” I interrupt him, knowing what he was going to say. “Tell me truthfully.” 

A blush tints his cheeks as he averts his gaze to his boots once more, “I am happy. I am very happy.” he smiles as if he can’t help it. 

“I think it was meant to be this way,” I say honestly watching the shadowsinger reeling in front of me. 

“What about you? Are you?”

“Happy?” I ask, glancing to the door where I know Lucien waits for me on the other side. “I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.” I smile answering him. 

“How long have you and him been… you know?” he asks, seemling losing all tension in his body as he sees me at ease.  

“Since starfall,” I answered, remembering the first time Lu kissed me. 

“A year?!” Az balked, raising his voice in disbelief. 

I laugh watching his face drop, “it’s interesting the things you don’t notice when you’re in love,” I wink at him, knowing he was too caught up with Elain to pay any mind to Lu and I. 

Azriel shakes his head as if processing this new information before he turns to me again, “And do you love him?” he asks. 

I smile remembering last night, “I do, I love him very much.” I answer. 

“And does he love you?” Az presses further, as if he needs to tie up all loose ends before he can be at ease with the entire situation. 

“I think he made that pretty clear a couple minutes ago,” I laughed, referring to the kiss he gave me. 

“Yeah I suppose I got that message loud and clear,” Azriel chuckled as a pause of silence fell over us. “I think… I think in another lifetime we would’ve made each other really happy.”

“Maybe even this lifetime.” I say sadly thinking of what could’ve been. “But I love Lucien, he chose me when I thought no one else would, and maybe I’m making a mistake by marrying him. But somehow it feels like the first right thing I’ve done in the past 400 years.” 

“He’s a very lucky man,” Azriel remarked with a certain sadness. “I hope that you will be happy with him,” he finished seemingly giving me his blessing.

“I think it was meant to be this way, don't you?” I ask, finally feeling my heart and my conscious lighten. 

“I do,” he smiles before holding his hand out to me. “Friends?” he asks. 

I nod clasping my hand in his, “Friends.” 

“Let’s get you back to your fiancé before I find myself in a pile of ash on the floor,” Azriel chuckles, putting his hand on the door. 

I laugh with him and when the door to the living room opens I find Lucien and Elain hugging. 

My heart is caught in my throat as I realize that perhaps Lucien might’ve changed his mind. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. She was his true mate after all and, she was astonishingly beautiful. Maybe I was misled when Azriel and I settled our differences. 

Both their heads whipped our way, and Lucien’s smile shined brightly. I was unsure of who that smile was for until he ran over to me, grabbing me by the hips and spinning me around. 

“It is done,” Lucien cheered and out of the corner of my eye I saw Azriel throw an arm around Elain’s shoulders. 

“What is?” I laughed once my feet were back on the ground. 

“I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to call you my wife by sundown.” Lucien said affectionately. 

“And why shouldn’t you wait? She’s a princess after all, you should snatch her up while you can,” Elain called out affectionately from Azriel’s side. I couldn’t help but look at the two of them standing there.  

A hand snaked its way under my chin taking my attention to him before he planted his lips on mine. “Be mine, forever.” he proposed. 

I couldn’t stop the smile that graced my face, “Okay,” I said quietly. 

A cheer from Elain erupted behind me and suddenly it felt like all the pieces were falling into place, like everything I had ever wanted for myself had now come true. 

The ceremony was short, just like Lucien and I had wanted. However, instead of an elopement it was a small gathering, Cass and Ness, Amren, Mor, Az and Elain and of course Rhys and Feyre were present. I wore my mothers dress and at some point Lu had slipped out to buy me a proper ring, not that I minded the old one. 

The rest of the night was filled with drinking and frivolity. The whole family laughing and telling stories, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged with all of them, as I sat on my husband's lap. It wasn’t until many glasses of wine later that I found Lucien carrying me bridal style over the threshold of our home. 

“This really isn’t necessary,” I laughed, holding a spare bottle of wine in my hand as he stepped through the doorway, the fireplace roaring to life. 

“It’s traditional for a husband to carry his wife over the threshold of their home after the wedding.” he retorted, stepping inside the house and closing the door with his foot. 

“For humans not for fae,” I corrected him as he finally set me down on slightly unsteady legs. 

“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to carry you,” he laughed, taking the wine from my hand and setting it on a side table by the door. 

“You never need an excuse for that,” I laughed, throwing my arms around his neck. 

“Well in that case,” he smirks before picking me up again and bounding up our stairs.

My feet don’t hit the floor until we’re in our room, his lips finding mine in an instant. With a wave of my hand I remove my dress, magically placing it back to wherever my dear brother found it. Lucien tossed his shirt over his head so that my hands might wander the plains of his toned chest. His hands find my hips pushing me away ever so slightly so that he can see me.

His eyes graze the expanse of my bare body and I’m suddenly frustrated by the fact that I’m the only one laid bare in the room. 

“My wife,” he says, kissing my lips, pulling me closer. “My, beautiful, beautiful wife.” he kisses me again, smiling like he can’t help it. 

I try to speak but he deepens the kiss once more, robbing me of words as he uses his body to overpower me with sheer force. His hands find my arse, giving it a squeeze before lifting my feet off the ground and tossing me onto our bed. 

In a turn of events, my eyes wander the expanse of his body. Toned from years and years of training. His eyes sparkle with amusement and suddenly I feel like a sitting duck awaiting his mouth on me once more. 

He falls onto the bed, hovering over me as he places yet another kiss on my lips. I use his imbalance to knee his hips towards the bed, my body weight pinning him beneath me as his eyes look up to me with pure lust. Large hands dance up my sides as if to encourage any next move I might make. 

“My handsome, cunning, silver tongued husband,” I smirk, placing a kiss on his bare chest. My mouth trails over his chest, to his shoulders, and his collar bones. Needing every part of him on my lips. It isn’t until I get to his neck that he lets loose a groan and flips us back over. 

“While I enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself on my cock wife, I shall be the one to take you tonight,” he smirks, biting my neck hard, no doubt trying to leave his mark there. 

“Oh Lu,” I breathe, feeling my  body come alive over his lips and wandering hands. 

My eyes shoot open as I feel his breath hovering over my sex, the warmth causing my blood to burn. 

“What a lucky male a I am to be able to taste this sweet cunt whenever I please,” he smiled mischievously before licking a stripe up my center.

I let out a breathy moan as he continues to lick and suck every inch of me. His hands parting my thighs warm and hard as he circles my clit with his tongue. My fingers thread through his hair pulling him impossibly close, earning a groan from him that reverberates through me. 

“Like fucking honeysuckle,” he moans before trailing more kisses up my body. 

I slink down moving towards where his cock peeks out of his untied breeches. Needing to feel the weight of him in my mouth, needing to hear the whimpers of pleasure on his tongue but he stops me. 

“No not tonight,” he fusses pushing me back down into the mattress. 

“But Lu-”

“No buts” he interrupts. “I want to pleasure my new wife tonight. Let me have that,” he moans silencing any protest I might have with a kiss as he slides home. 

The all consuming feeling of being taken by him as me gasping for breath as my back arches off the bed. My tits rising towards his mouth and he easily grasps a hardened nipple between his lips, sucking eagerly. 

“Lucien,” I breathe feeling him all around me.

“I love you,” he rasped, thrusting deeper. “My wife I love you.” he grunted watching where he slammed into me with intensity. 

My hand came to cup his face bringing his eyes to mine. My fingers trace the scar over his golden eye as I see the emotion flood his russet colored eye. “I love you too, husband,” I whisper to him. 

A gleam finds his eyes and he drives into me harder, the sound of skin slapping reverberating throughout the room. It was as if me uttering his new title spurred him on. 

We’re a tangled mess of sweat slick limbs and ragged breaths as I feel him deeper and deeper inside of me. My nails scraping his back, trying to find purchase or something to anchor me as pleasure rips through my body. His pants become whimpers as I feel myself tightening around him. 

“Always so perfectly tight,” he curses, driving through my tight heat. 

His words are enough to have me falling apart under him, my legs shaking from pleasure as I cry his name. 

“Lucien oh gods!” I cry, my hands no doubt leaving marks in his skin. 

“That’s right my love, cum for me,” he groans before sputtering himself. “Fuck,” he mutters before I feel him burry his seed deep inside me. 

His whimpers fill the space between my neck and shoulder as he finishes inside me. Once he’s spent he rolls over taking me with him so I’m cuddled into his side. 

“I’m so unbelievably happy,” he whispers into the world, still coming down from his high. 

“I’m told that’s often a side effect of an orgasm,” I laugh running a hand up and down his chest, soothing him.  

“No,” he says breathlessly, turning so that he is hovering over me once more. “I’m unbelievably happy because of you. You have not only given me your love, but you’ve given me a house, and a family. I never thought I would have those things. You are… you are everything and I promise to be the most amazing husband I can be.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my brow. 

“You already are,” I smile, pulling him into another heated kiss. 

It would undoubtedly be like this for many years to come. However long the Cauldron allowed me  to live, I knew I would always have a place here, with Lucien. And maybe things didn’t go as I had always planned, but gods was I happy, and more importantly I was loved. 

Lucien Vanserra chose me, not because I was his mate, or because the world told him to. No, he chose me because he loved me, even when it wasn’t convenient for him, and I chose him too. I would choose him until the end of my days. 

Epilogue: Five Years Later

“Careful my darling,” Lucien fussed, helping to lower me down onto a sofa. 

“Lu I’m pregnant not fatally injured,” I laugh waving him away as I rest my hands on my ever growing bump. 

“Of course, pregnancy is a walk in the park, I’ll remember that next time you beat me for serving you chocolate pancakes instead of blueberry,” he chides, pulling a blanket over my lap. “I spend a year telling myself you like blueberries and this little one comes along and all of the sudden you want chocolate.” 

“Pregnancy cravings are no joke my friend,” Rhysand laughs from the adjacent couch. “I find it best to satisfy your wife’s cravings as soon as possible before she asks for another ridiculous request.” 

“Especially when one’s wife is a princess,” Lucien teases, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“You married me!” I protest.

“And I thank the Cauldron every day that I did,” Lucien smiles, pressing a kiss to my lips finally.

Part 3 ( Azriel's Version)

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Ethan Landry - Perverted

There will be undoubtedly a part 2 since i realized this was hitting 2000 words and i wasnt about to make you guys wait another three days till i put out the smut so take this background as a starter so i can finish the rest! Also let me know if you want to be on my taglist for part 2

Word Count: 2274

TW: Blood, Knives

Ethan had always been quiet around you, unless you were with the others but even then there was very little interaction. At first you thought he didn’t like you, then you thought maybe I’m too loud for him- but that couldn’t be it. If that were true he wouldn’t like Chad, and he was worse than you. Countless possibilities rushed through your mind every time you saw him and it slowly tumbled into a sick infatuation. You started to take note of who he talked to, especially if it was another girl. Watching even the smallest of mannerisms and remembering what his body language meant. At some point you decided to ask for his social media from Chad, of course he teased you about it immediately making sense of why he caught you staring at the nerd. After that Mindy found out and of course told Tara who told Sam and Quinn, nothing could stay a secret for too long in this dysfunctional family.

The gang decided to help your seemingly innocent crush on the curly haired brunette, however they had no idea what you really thought about him. You had always been one to get too involved with the people you had liked. Sure it was a long running joke that girls had the skills of FBI agents, but combine that with no social life… it’s almost concerning. You had always gotten weird vibes around him, call it intuition but you had never imagined your feelings to be remotely correct. One night you were out late, making a short walk back from the small market on the corner of your street. You decided since the gang went out -and you had zero social battery left- you would simply drink by yourself tonight. You stuffed the plastic bag filled with a few medium sized bottles of vodka and some cheap berry blend juice into the small backpack you had. Going to the small pizza restaurant and picking up the pizza you ordered for when you inevitably got the munchies. It was a short walk back to the apartment, maybe 15-20 minutes at most. Besides, you had done this many times before but what you were about to encounter would change the course of the next month.

Most of the surrounding apartments housed students from Blackmore University, it was afterall a close walk to the college. If your music hadn’t lagged when it did you would’ve missed the noise coming from the dark alley. What a cliche. You and Mindy were horror fanatics and after Woodsboro you knew better than to go into the pitch black void filled with shuffling noises. The cool air that racked against your exposed arms only added to the adrenaline that began to pump through your veins as you finally came to the realization that you had been standing and staring into the alleyway for a minute now. The small pizza box now being set on the top of a dumpster as you paused the music blasting in your eardrums, placing the small earbuds in their case so that you were now fully aware of your surroundings.

You pulled out the butterfly knife you had trained yourself to be moderately skilled with in times like these. The purple handle being grasped tightly in your fist as you crept slowly towards the sound you had yet to find the source of. There was a corner about mid way through, a small light illuminating that portion as you peaked your head around the corner. At first it took your eyes a second to adjust to the sudden change but once you did you realized that the boy you had been truthfully stalking was more than met the eye. He was crouched next to a dumpster, his surprisingly toned torso lightly splatter with specs of blood. Black jeans and doc martens being the only thing on him besides a black wrist watch. However upon squinting you see a blade entirely covered in blood, the crimson liquid falling into a small puddle between his legs. A Ghostface mask hung on the edge of the dumpster, the usually white face having the same crimson adorning it only in the shape of a handprint. You wanted to believe that maybe it was a costume, but you knew he would never do that with the people he associated with. You watched, frozen, as he wiped the blade on his thigh to rid it of blood before shoving it into a backpack. He pulled out a blue polo shirt, slipping it on as he shoved -what you could only assume was the rest of the Ghost face robe- in before placing the mask on top and zipping it closed.

You took a few steps back, going to hide yourself behind the few trash bags that were leaned against the walls next to you. It was too dark for him to notice you, wearing mostly black you blended in with the shadows. He turned the corner, walking out the way you had entered only he paused. Ethan didn’t turn around to face you, not his body or even a slight turn of his head. You held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, you felt like he could hear it.

“Stalking someone you don’t even talk to isn’t a good look,” his voice sounded like he was smiling, it held pride and darkness. Your eyes widened as you readied your knife, preparing yourself for the worst case possible. He took a few steps back, stopping right in front of you as he dropped his backpack. A hand grabbed at the wrist that held the small blade, pulling you to your feet as he stared at you with empty eyes.

“Being covered in blood isn’t exactly a good image either,” you scowled as he only looked at you with a smug expression plastered on his annoyingly perfect face. “You’ve had plenty of time to try and gouge my eyes out, kick, scream, grab your knife with your free hand and yet you stare at me- now that’s a bad look Y/N.” Ethan was right, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you snatched your hand from his grip, slicing his palm open in the process. He hissed lowly as he retracted his arm, assessing the wound before licking it. Your mouth gaped open as you stared at the seemingly psychotic man in front of you. “Did you know your saliva can help the healing process for wounds? I’m sure you’re thinking I did that for show but there's a reason behind everything I do. I’m surprised you didn’t find me out sooner, considering you never stop following me, watching me.”

“Yeah well that was before I knew you were a killer, so take that with a grain of salt-“

“So you think it’s justified? Stalking an innocent college boy- or nerd as you love to call me.”

“Innocent isn’t exactly how I’d describe you, but if it helps you sleep at night,” what are you thinking? He’s a serial killer, a COPYCAT of someone who almost killed you. Your conscience was bellowing inside of your head, however here you stood face to face with the guy you’d been drooling over since the start of the year, with full knowledge of his true agenda. “What helps me sleep at night is knowing that someone as sick and perverted as you can be so stupid as to stay here and chit chat with someone who’s quite literally trying to kill your friends.” You scoffed… you scoffed “Real smart revealing your entire plan-“

“How desperate are you? How insane are you to stand here and hold a conversation with me? Or am I just that hot-“

“Shut the fuck up you are so full of yourself I’m surprised you’ve gotten this far-“ Sirens. Police had begun to pull up to the apartment buildings, your heart beat picking up as this scene looked very sketchy. You talking with the killer calmly in the alleyway outside of a crime scene wouldn’t hold up well in court. Ethan groaned as he took off running the opposite side of the alleyway opting out on a long way home rather than the route you were taking. Without even processing what was happening you emerged from the alley, grabbing the pizza box and walking home. You wish you could say it was peaceful but your thoughts were consumed by the interaction… and the rush it gave you.

The next morning

It was a weekend, you woke up around noon, the pizza box being thrown to the floor and your bottles tucked away in the crevice between your bed and nightstand. Your head spun lightly, a slight headache setting in but nothing you couldn’t handle, you were practically a pro at handling hangovers. At first you ran through your morning routine like normal, mind fuzzy and not fully recalling the events from last night. That was until you walked back into your room realizing there was a small gift bag on your nightstand. The gift was black and covered with white ghosts, tied with a red ribbon. “What the fuck,” you muttered under your breath before opening it. The contents poured on to your stand, your knife accompanied by a small piece of paper fell out. You stopped breathing for a moment as reality crashed down on you; he was in your room while you were sleeping. You opened the small note, reading the neat writing in red ink.

you’re stupid enough not to notice that I took your knife? and that was before you were shit faced, you were out pretty cold, you almost looked cute.

p.s. thanks for the free pizza❤️

For a second you let yourself forget everything you just read, reverting back to your sick infatuation with the seemingly quiet nerdy boy. He called me cute. You knew you were twisted when your heart fluttered while reading the note like it was some stupid middle school crush. He called me stupid and broke into my apartment. You crumbled the note up, going to throw it away but you hesitated, why are you second guessing this? You didn’t know, but you flattened it out, folded it, and placed it back into the bag and left it in your nightstand. As for your knife you placed it back into your bag before getting dressed to hang out with your friends, unfortunately they still think you’re head over heels for Ethan. As you emerged from what they referred to as ‘your cave’ Tara and Quinn greeted you.

“Seems like you had fun last night, did you have any company over this time?” Quinn interrogated before sitting down on the white sofa. “You know I never-“

“We heard someone in your room last night, did you finally make progress with Ethan?” Tara, surprisingly not fumbling her words, questioned as she shook you by the shoulders enthusiastically.

“Oh come on guys you don’t seriously think… you heard someone in my room and didn’t say anything?” It finally dawned on you that they heard him, while you were passed out and thought you were fucking, great.

“What if it was ghostface? I could be dead right now!” Tara folded her arms, her mood noticeably more dull, “Did something happen that we should know about? Did you get a call?” Again, you froze, standing there with your mouth gaped open as you looked into the eyes of someone you considered family.

“No I just- come on you guys know I’d never have someone with me. I was probably just drunk and stumbling around my room looking for something.” You rambled before walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, still questioning why you hadn’t told her. Yes you had a small obsession with the boy, but it was much more than that now. Your face turned a light shade of red when you read his note, your heart swelled at the thought of him sneaking into your room to return your knife. The sight of him staring down at you in the cold dark alley, you could smell the blood and cologne on his skin from how close-

“Earth to Y/N! Hello Hi sweetie we need to get going, we’re meeting up with the boys for lunch.” Quinn said as she waved her hand in front of your face before walking towards the apartment door where Tara already stood. You quickly grabbed your water and followed the two girls out of the door trying to ignore your internal moral battle.

You waited in the mostly empty quad at a bench, Sam had yet to turn up and Chad had gotten here shortly after Mindy and Anika. Only one you were missing was the person you were sweating bullets about. You sat patiently, quietly, observantly, until your phone dinged. By now the group was over their usual paranoia but when you saw it was from Ethan you swiped it away at first… instantly regretting it.

“It’s rude to ignore people,” a whisper from your right side startled you, causing you to jump forward. By the time you turned around and the group noticed his presence he was standing up right, acting innocent like he didn’t scare the shit out of you.

“Ethan! Took you long enough shit, were you jacking off in the shower?” Chad joked as he slung his arm around the now quiet boy.

“Oh- ew! Grow up, can’t you talk about anything besides your dicks?” Mindy expressed quite passionately before beginning to lead the group to a small restaurant.

Sorry to end it so abruptly i genuinely needed to put this out so i could take my time perfecting the last half so hoped you like it let me know what you would want in part 2 i might take some notes. heres my masterlist if you wanna check that out!

[lovestuckstarz]

Since I'm too sick to draw him here's a little thing about my little guy, Berry!

This AU is just called Bad Dads AU, nothing fancy but its essentially a multiverse where Berry never aged to an adult as a genocide happened far before Chara fell and Core Frisk to the OT and the MTT just yoinked him

Heres just a big copy paste from the unfinished carrd :3

P.S. if you draw him i will cry

🥕 Berry is from an Underswap timeline that was doomed from the start. A human fell down before Chara would and did an all complete genocide route minus Berry himself.

🥕 Core Frisk then took Berry to the Omega timeline. Berry was around 4 at this time.

🥕 Months later after Berry turned 5, the Murder Time Trio appeared needing some healing help after a mission. Dust spotted Berry and since he had never seen a kid Sans like this, he asked Core Frisk what his deal was.

🥕 Dust, who shockingly was good with kids, had Berry hang out with the three until they were properly healed. Berry seemed to like Dust so Core Frisk allowed it.

🥕 What Core Frisk didn't allow or expect was the three to kidnap him and bring him back to Nightmare's castle. Their motive was solely because they had their own troubled up bringing, they resonated with Berry and knew no one could understand him besides them most likely.

🥕 Despite this belief, Berry does not remember anything but knew he had an older brother but doesn't even remember his name.

🥕 Nightmare was unaware of Berry's existence for a whole two weeks, assuming the boys just bought a dog until one morning he walked in on Berry eating cereal in the living space.

He reluctantly agreed to keeping Berry there

🥕 Overtime Berry met Error who became his 5th honorary dad due to Nightmare's relationship with Error.

🥕 Saejun would become his 6th honorary dad once Murder Time Trio takes him to Farmtale the first time.

🥕 Cross becomes more like a older brother to Berry over time and is why Berry likes tacos. In turn this would make Epic family as well to him

🥕 Ink, Dream, and Fresh would all become his uncles when they went to the anti void and caught Error and Berry watching undernovela.

About Berry in general:

🥕 Berry's timeline is Underswap #33

🥕 Berry does not remember his Papyrus

🥕 The only thing he has left of Papyrus is the bracelet he never takes off

🥕 When the genocide occurred he was 4 years old

🥕 He is 5 years old when the Murder Time Trio kidnap him from the Omega Timeline

🥕 He has ADHD and HPD

🥕 He sleeps in Nightmare's room for the first few months due to not being able to sleep well plus they needed to set him up a bed room

🥕 He can barely read but not write

🥕 Dust calls him Kiddo

🥕 Killer calls him Bunbun

🥕 Horror calls him Bluebell

🥕 When playing pretend they all call him whatever he wishes for that day

🥕 He is home schooled

🥕 His room is space and bunny themed

🥕 He gets agitated if they make him wear anything but his shoes with the paws on the bottom

🥕 He likes watching the boys spar

🥕 He likes bunnies

🥕 He loves space

🥕 His favorite family member is Error because his sneaks him sweets from Underfell

🥕 His least favorite family member is Ink because of his dads

🥕 He hates being alone

🥕 He likes school because his dads make it fun

🥕 He likes to draw a lot

🥕 He loves swimming and water in general

🥕His favorite location is Nightmare's garden

🥕 He loves being read stories

🥕 He loves playing dress up and his dads are more than willing to comply

🥕 He doesn't like talking about what happened because he doesnt remember so it stresses him out

🥕 He loves hide and seek but the paw's on the bottoms of his shoes him away

Family Dynamics

🥕 Nightmare and him have an odd relationship. Think of it like how a dad says they hate the family dog but spoils them. He says he could care less about Berry but spoils him and puts him before the boys. He also reads to Berry a lot and helps him with schooling.

🥕 Error doesn't like kids due to canonically not liking intense emotions such as crying but over time has gotten use to Berry. Also their love of sweets and space sort of helped Error find a way to make him not as upset.

🥕 Killer and Dust are pretty one in the same as Killer isn't to be trusted around Berry due to being a dumbass with knives and Nightmare doesn't want him to accidentally do something stupid on top of how Killers stages can be. Due to this, Dust and Killer are usually with him at the same time and usually watch TV with him and let him watch them fight one another. They also are bad influences on him.

🥕 Horror isn't that keen on kids like Error but that is because I love big Horror so he's more scared he's gonna pull a Mice of Men and accidentally hurt Berry. They do cook together from time to time, mainly just Berry watching. Berry also uses Horror to threaten those he doesn't like LOL

🥕 Cross is like a older brother to Berry, often getting him not to do stupid stuff Killer and Dust try and get him to do. They mainly just chill and Cross is like those two but not as chaotic.

🥕 Epic is just that cool annoying uncle to him, nothing more nothing less

🥕 Fresh is also this but Berry likes Fresh more

🥕 Dream is also like an Aunt to Berry (I love you trans fem dream) and hangs out with Berry if things at Nightmare's gets too chaotic and Nightmare needs at least one kid out of his tendrils. Berry is honestly the reason these two can even be in a room together mainly on Nightmares end since he wants Berry to be better than them. Berry likes Dream's positivity powers though and I like to think she can make little sparkles out of it and he gets excited over it.

🥕 He hates Ink for literally no reason but because his Bad Sans family telling him to LMAO

🥕 Saejun and him have a sweet relationship due to Berry liking bunnies so let's him take care of them if Horror brings him over and they pick berries together (heh).

[honeycollectswhump]

Taste

[masterlist]

i dont want to spoil anything...... but just know that @whumpcloud and me have been so insane about him in the dms. so now there is something planned for Ashtray my beloved :D

CW: pet whump, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, cigarette burns (it's a tame drabble i promise)

Today is a good day for his Mistress and her happiness is almost palpable for Ashtray. She is as disciplined as always, but Ashtray has come to recognise the pleased lilt in her voice that shows a smile, even if he isn’t allowed to look at her. Her hand gently rests on his head and the way she occasionally twirls a lock around her fingers makes Ashtray’s heart flutter in his chest.

If he allows himself to guess for a moment, Ashtray knows the guest in the chair right across from them is to be thanked. He and his black suitcase full of hidden things that made his Mistress giggle even before they were revealed.

Even better, her new guest bought cigars as a gift, chunky brown ones that hit all the right spots for his Mistress, yet Ashtray has never seen before, has never been prepared for. 

His opinion –if he dares to call it that– never matters, but the thick smoke that fills the room makes his eyes sting.

Against his better judgment, Ashtray blinks repeatedly, too conscious of the way tears start to collect. He needs to get a grip on his body and he needs to get it now. 

His mistress doesn’t want tears today. For once, he isn’t on display but obediently knelt right next to her, head bent down. In a way, it’s his saving grace that she can’t see the way his body stupidly struggles against the smoke. 

Briefly, his Mistress lets go of his hair to ring a bell, the one sitting on a silver plate, with her servants at her beck and call. Ashtray only sees them sometimes, when he’s too sick to take care of what little duties he already has, when they look after infected wounds he can’t reach on his own. Otherwise, he is kept separate from them, with only the barest idea of their lives. 

After a short while, one of the servants enters, carrying two trays full of desserts. Ashtray can see intricately decorated, bite-sized cupcakes, rows of colourful macarons, candied fruits and glasses full of soft mousse and berries. 

The curiosity is there for only a moment, disappearing into the void in his mind that obedience creates. He only exists to serve and when his Mistress presses the cigar against his neck and lets it sizzle, he leans into it to show his gratitude.

With a slight, graceful flick of her wrist, she beckons Ashtray over to the guest. He complies –of course–, crawling over and tilting his head to bare his neck. The pain barely registers in Ashtray’s mind over the angel-like laughter of his Mistress, as the guest ruffles his hair. He’s appreciative of the touch, even if it’s not the one he desires most, the one he lives for.

Dutifully, Ashtray crawls back to his beloved Mistress, taking his place right at her side, his gaze trained on the ground. With his purpose fulfilled once again, he can allow his mind to drift, carried away by the pleasant drift of unintelligible conversation, only to come reeling back into his body, as his Mistress snaps her fingers.

Ashtray’s blood turns to ice, he knows what this means, he knows the pain of the correction that is nothing like the delightful burn of a cigarette. There is not a single doubt in his mind that this will bring on Punishment.

But when he looks up, the flickering light in his Mistress’ eyes hasn’t turned cold, it still dances in the candlelight, and in her hands, she holds a bite-sized piece of cake, repeating a word again and again. Ashtray blinks at her, confused, as she holds the cake out towards him, taking a few moments to understand.

He’s not usually talked to, and it’s even rarer that his Mistress cares to make herself clear to a simple object like Ashtray. But this time it seems she wants him to learn. 

“Treat” is what she is saying, and although there is always a bit of doubt with his untrained ears and comprehension, he adds it to his own personal Collection of Words.

“Treat” is what Ashtray thinks as he submissively opens his mouth so that his Mistress can feed him the piece of cake. 

The Treat has a wonderful texture, all but melting in Ashtray’s mouth, unimaginably creamy and soft at the same time. Even in his wildest dreams, Ashtray wouldn’t have been able to come up with such a delicacy. A far cry from the kibble-like food and nutrients he is usually sustained on.

He’s thankful –of course– but Ashtray just wishes he could taste the Treat, even if only to better appreciate the gift. But that hasn’t been possible in a long, long time.

Not after what his Mistress did to his tongue.

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[sburbian-sage]

Hey there, groovyMoonbird again (currently a mage of hope, whats with the hope class)

I talked a bit about this last time ( i apologize about the radical change in tone during that post i figured out a bit back how to make alcohol using some berries i alchemized)

Dont know how long its been for you but its been around 3 months for me since the end of my last session

Ive found myself here alone in this session, as far as i can tell and what youve told me, i either have a solo session or based on what i know about the void class a missing player, but even void doesn't quite line up with some of this

I went ahead and checked a few dungeons before i found a duo-dungeon

Its not blank persay, as it has a large square as the secondary symbol, not sure what this could indicate

Far more alarming however is that my denizen is also gone, im having large stretches where my memory blanks (even when i dont drink) and i continue to be normal blind in my fucked up eye

Said fuck it and went to challenge my denizen in a half drunken rage only to find nothing, everything has been looted and cleared out

Land is nothing special as far as i can tell (land of bushes and swamps)

The reason im so concerned is that i haven't slept at all since starting this session and staring at the square on dungeons makes my teeth hurt and fills my mouth with a sugary saliva , so im certain that i have a doppelganger situation occurring

The consorts are addressing me as two people now

Im afraid that something is very very wrong with this session

Wait, groovyMoonbird, you were the anon stuck in the solo session? Right after getting noclipped into the Furthest Ring? I think you have the worst luck I've ever seen in my life, given the frequency with which you find yourself in improbable situations. Do yourself a favor and please contact a gamebreaking community at some point, I'm sure they'll love you, and also have zillions of questions.

A Saccharine Doppleganger may be possible, if you're experiencing sudden sugar tastings (or sympathetic sugar rushes, which might be contributing to any pain or black-outs), but a lot of this behavior doesn't line up with what scant reports of Saccharine Dopplegangers that exist. While they are copies of you, they aren't player entities. I'm pretty sure the Consorts shouldn't be acknowledging them, and the game registering them another player and generating a false Aspect for them is just straight-up impossible. Killing the denizen is also highly unusual behavior, they usually just shittify your house by making thousands of Fancy Santas, and then they track you down and do something unspeakable to you. Speaking of which, if you can get to an Alchemiter, JPG-ify your gun. Saccharine Dopplegangers tend to make Zilly equipment, and Artifact is the only hard counter to that kind of stuff. It will be a janky-ass gun you probably can't even hold correctly, but that will be your best tool in the fight. I want you to know I'm being sincere right now, this isn't a prank.

Now here's the bad news. Without your Denizen, you're kind of fucked. I once again don't think the Saccharine Doppleganger killed it, but point is, they're pretty useful when you're completely lost up Poop Creek without a paddle, or a boat. The good news is, we don't actually know what happened to it. It could have just not spawned because not all players are in the session yet. It could just be hiding and fucking with you. After you're done mopping up the Candy Thing, I'd reccomend scouring for any signs of the potential missing players. The Duo Dungeon is a lead, but there's also the Dream Moons and any SBURB-related forums on Earth (or whatever planet you came from), assuming you haven't 100% confirmed that Earth is 100% destroyed.

You survived too much for some sort of Void Session to kill you. Fight on, groovyMoonbird!

[zachdanielswhisky]

🍛🍰🤍 for void and hal

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner?

I think for both of them, when they were younger, they had nice big dinners. Full meals. Though Halsey's family was a lot bigger than Voidren's is, and that showed in the food too.

For Halsey I imagine his huuuuge family would have dinners at a big long table, and it was always a big deal to get everyone together in one place at least once a day, and dinner was that time of day!

Nowadays it's a much smaller event, at a much smaller table.

For Voidren, it was just him and his mom. They'd have meals together after work and school, and talk about their days! That never really stopped, but Voidren got a lot busier with work as he got older, and his mom would start bringing him meals in his study at times. Though, of course he makes up for it by cooking for her sometimes!

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

I think growing up, the most "sweets" Halsey got involved various sweet berries. Maybe some fancy crepes? On holidays? He never really expanded his flavor palette.

Meanwhile, Voidren's mom looooves baking, and Voidren really does enjoy baking with her! Lots of cakes, pies, cookies, muffins, all the good stuff! His favorites are the cakes his mom bakes him on his birthdays!

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Neutral traits, huh? I guess for Halsey it would be his stubbornness, his self-confidence, and his deflective humor. They're all traits that serve him well in his solitude, but would be a pretty big obstacle outside his little safety net.

For Voidren, his desire to learn is his best and worst trait. He wants to know so many things, and learn everything he can. Unfortunately, that desperation is what got him into this entire mess. Into an inescapable warlock pact.

[xiaoluclair]

7 cus I think you'll excel at it and 40 cus I'm trying to figure out how that one would work in rpf

yessir! first off:

40. because the world is ending // cl16.lh44 // G // major character something???

The horizon was red. Sebastian would probably make some gloat about Ferrari, thought Lewis. Would've, anyway. If he were still alive. He wondered if Charles would say anything about it. Guy destined for red, last thing he sees is the color of his car, his mythos.

Charles continued to spin his chair round and round in a circle.

"Did you call your." Lewis paused.

Charles stopped turning. He looked at Lewis. People usually used some variation of woodland creature to describe Charles. Lewis would settle on some kind of critter right now. Small. Unassuming. "I tried," he said at last. "No one picked up."

Lewis nodded. He should probably be used to all the condolences at this point — giving and getting. It didn't make it any easier to say. "Sorry, man."

Charles shrugged, and his smile was empty. Silence swallowed the room once more as they waited. That was the problem, thought Lewis. The waiting. Charles wasn't moving the chair anymore. He remained sat there, staring out of the window. Lewis considered asking him if he wanted to go for a drive.

"I used to think about this day," said Charles out of the blue. The red, thought Lewis, and almost laughed.

"Let me guess," he said instead, grinned. "This is exactly how you pictured it."

Charles laughed. "Yes, I always wanted to spend The End stuffed away in a conference room."

Lewis snapped his fingers. "Knew it." He left a little breath. "But, I'm guessing that wasn't actually it."

This time, the laugh was a little softer. Charles took the quip as it was intended. An invitation. Something to fill the void. "No. It was quite silly actually. It was usually somewhere high up — a mountain maybe. Or just floating in the sky. And I was with."

Lewis waited. The wheels on Charles's chair squeaked slightly. "I am not sure," he said at last. "I guess my girlfriend? Maybe my, uh. Wife? I guess?" He said 'wife' the way someone might mean 'if you say so'. "It was just the two of us, and she'd turn to me as it all happened and—"

He went red. Redder, anyway. From that, Lewis could fill in the rest. He offered a small smile, because any bigger would've felt wildly out of place. "That sounds really sweet, man." Charles's mouth puckered up at the corners in response.

Their teammate stint would hit one and a half years the next day. They wouldn't reach that. Lewis had learned to talk about Ferrari like it was the dream of a lifetime. Charles had learned to stop talking about it like it was the lifeline of a dream. They'd converged somewhere in the centre.

That didn't mean Lewis expected to spend his last moments with him.

Around half-ten, Fred came in and told them it was over. For real. He said it in English, and then he said it in Italian — Charles told him that, once Fred had left. "It was the same thing. That he is sorry. He said we could join the crew downstairs if we wanted to."

"Do you want to?" asked Lewis.

Charles shrugged. He stayed put, where he'd moved to the floor in front of the windows. Lewis had gone between watching the trees turn crimson, the fountain of the prancing horse darken like crushed berries, the drip of it over Charles's cheeks.

At eleven, he sat beside him. Cross-legged, and their knees didn't touch. "It's close, I think," murmured Charles.

Lewis tilted his head. "Yeah." Charles looked at him — properly looked. So Lewis could see his eyes, and they were green usually but now they looked brown, like tree stumps and coffee and soil.

"How high up did you imagine it?" he asked.

Charles blinked. Realization seemed to tick slowly a second later. His tongue darted out. He glanced through the window. There wasn't much left to see. "Something like this, I guess."

Lewis reached out and touched his jaw, very lightly. Charles's head turned into it. The Rebirth — that's what his family called it. And the day will come, where everything must rise anew. This wasn't the end for him — not the same way it was for Charles. Lewis hadn't grown up picturing what he'd do, the day it happened. He thought maybe he'd have liked to be on a boat somewhere in the warm sea. He'd have liked all his friends and family around a roast dinner. He'd have liked his parents. To hold their hands.

He'd get that, he thought. Eventually.

As the side of Charles's throat started to bleed, Lewis guided him close, and kissed him. He kept his eyes open long enough to see Charles's slacken shut. He closed his own. Everything went red.

[an-active-rabbit]

Kabukimono Blog Timeline

Old Blog Events

When he first appeared he met Cyrille de Fontaine, Rubedo, and then met his older brothers, Scaramouche and Wanderer. The three battled over the Electro Gnosis which Scaramouche had, resulting in Scaramouche giving Kabukimono the Gnosis after he lost to the two older puppets.

The puppet, homunculus, and void cat set off to reattach Kabukimono's right arm. After the journey, Kabukimono and Adi and Onyx went on their own way.

He then traveled for some time with Adi and met Hibiki and Ningyō Kizashi (@falcons-florens) in Shakkei Pavillion. After being corrupted by Tatarigami and sealing it, Adi brought the puppets to Liyue. Kabukimono made two swords and texted Wanderer who had then accepted him. Once done, Kabu-Orobashi abandoned Ningyō Kizashi at the Guili Plains and watched.

This Blog Events

Kabukimono is at Shakkei Pavillion after being exorcised, mourning the relationships that were broken by Kabu-Orobashi and generally not doing a lot. During this time, Kabukimono made an outfit for himself...

After a battle with Kizashi, now a stranger, Kabukimono has three scars on his chest. Some days later, the Archon made a domain.

After meeting Arataki Itto (1), Kabukimono has befriended an Onikabuto that he named Sandābagu despite Itto suggesting the name "Red Berry Juice Super Hero Guy Cool Awesome Guy."

On anon recommendation, the Archon is now trying to recruit Yoimiya as a follower of the God of Transcience.

The puppet went to Liyue Harbor for Lantern Rite, where he shared a meal with Kitsune Saiguu and forged a weapon for her. After that, he drank until inebriated and wandered into the wild, where he ended up hugging a Ruin Guard. Then the Archon met Karasu the crow...

After making a kite, Kabukimono went back to the Harbor and met Gaming. Once he shared a meal with the dancer, he went to the top of Mt. Tianheng to rest before returning to Inazuma to decorate his domain.

After a time, he became acquainted with Xaviero, son of Rhea. In a moment of sadness, the puppet made the decision to wear a kitsune mask around anyone who doesn't know his face. He then was invited to share tea with Lady Saiguu, preparing dim sum and fried tofu for the occasion. After this, he went to Dragonspine to find Scarlet Quartz and met Vicious Mimicry...

He was asked about curses by an anon and revealed that he cursed himself to always have the scars from when Kizashi punished him... Xaviero then appeared and answered Kabukimono's questions when the Archon tried and failed to interrogate him.

On anon prompting, Kabukimono went outside of his domain and reconnected with Rubedo via crimson crystalfly device, telling the homunculus about what happened with Kizashi. The next day, a Komaniya Express courier delivered a package sent by Rubedo containing a scrapbook of photos.

Reaching out again, Kabukimono and Rubedo have agreed to meet at Ritou when the homunculus arrives.

<Here, mod has several threads happening at the same time that are being treated as unconnected yet equally canon to Kabukimono's timeline of events. For convenience the crossover is in pink, the lore one will be color-coded blue, and all events with Rubedo will be in red to indicate that the events are one verse that will have little bearing on outside interactions regarding the interactions with the character themself.>

Kabukimono escorted Xaviero to the outskirts of Sumeru, spying on him with two foxerfly constructs. He then appeared in Sumeru to stop Xaviero from using up his time and is aiding Adi in watching over the Rhean kids at the moment.

This plan fell through when Rubedo showed up at Tatarasuna, and the two walked around and discussed their future plans. They then journeyed to Enkanomiya, where the two explored a couple islands then confessed to each other after sharing a kiss. Afterwards, they talked to Argos at the Dainichi Mikoshi before returning to the surface for the night...

After a discussion, the group of powerful beings agreed to move closer to Sumeru City while hidden from sight by Belial's Electro.

Kabukimono meets the Traveler, Lumine, when bringing snacks to Paimon and asks for potioneering advice... He then meets Arataki Itto (2) and makes an agreement to help those who haven't been helped by the Shogunate yet. Later, during the Tanabata Festival, Belial meets Beelzebul and the two agree to work together to protect Inazuma when the time comes to fight.

An anon transported the Archon to another planet where he meets Boothill and asks for help getting home, as well as a snack.

[underragingwaves]

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Word count: 1.5k Warnings: mention of incest, mention of past animal death/cruelty Written for: day two of the @vikingsevents Vernal Equinox event, which featured the picture prompt that I used in the above banner

He has grown accustomed to their stares. Too many moons have passed since his captivity, no matter how often Alfred says his being here is a matter of being a guest. He knows he is not, for what kind of guest can never return home? Dead, all dead. That is what he is to his own people now – dead again, left to rot in a distant land – for that is what Alfred has told them. He knows these things, even when they are spoken in a language he still does not fully grasp and some conversations always fall silent when he enters a room.

They have rather taking to staring instead of speaking. Hvitserk likes to stare back most days. It’s easy to speak to them without words, to have his expressions be something even they will be able to understand. They are children still – yes, children, he had hissed at Alfred not even one moon ago, finally too irate to keep his peace, talking of war this way and speaking of power that way – and Hvitserk knows speaking to children is not always a thing of words. So it goes as it has always gone, with the whole of Alfred’s Witan tracking his every move with their eyes.

It’s enough to send a man into madness.

“Was I not clear?” he asks, now, half-turning to Alfred only to find that the man looks as befuddled as the rest of them. Hvitserk’s brow furrows. “I know I used the right words for eggs and birds. You eat such things, so I know them well.”

“It is not about the words themselves,” says Alfred, sounding rather as if he is weighing all his options mid-response, “but rather the explanation you gave. How does a nesting bird explain anything about our army’s progress?”

Hvitserk pinches the bridge of his nose before he can stop himself from doing so. He knows his exhale sounds like the pent-up frustration of a captive horse at the very least, but at this point he does not believe the Witan would cage him further for it. I am surrounded by idiots, he thinks, rather wildly, before scoffing out a derisive laugh that would have put Ivar’s worst cynical chuckle to shame.

“The nest contains blue eggs,” he repeats again, slowing his speech this time, “and the material used in the nest is what you use in your fires. The cut of the sheafs is like so”– he demonstrates by making a cutting motion in mid-air for emphasis –“and the bird itself has been flying to and fro the same direction for this entire day. Carrying berries, or something close to it.” He sighs as he is met with incomprehension once more. Decides to explain further, as if they are no better than Björn’s children. “The bird is friendly to humans, accustomed to us to the point where it would eat out of my hand if given time and reason to. Its flight pattern tells me where it gets its food. These woods? Not good for berries, no. But a traveling army? That might have berries. This type of bird”– unlike the lot of you, he almost snipes –“is not a total fool. It nests where safety and food are, and yet the nearest town is more than a day’s flight removed from here. So where is it getting its food, hm?”

“You got all of that,” barks Ealdorman Wulfhere, gruff-voiced and bristling to the point where his impressive beard trembles along with it, “from climbing a tree?”

What, like it is hard? “Of course,” responds Hvitserk, smoothing over his voice until it is void of the retort he’d like to have given. “It is important to know. You are attempting to track and pin down a rogue army, are you not?” He looks around expectantly, to younger and older ealdormen alike, but only receives a few sparse nods in return. “Nature has your answers, if you know where to look. This particular army is just beyond those two hills there”– he nods, indicating the spot beyond the treeline and open plain –“and I know it is that place because of the bird and because it is where I would set a camp myself. They will have men positioned on those hills, so I would thank you kindly not to move closer to it!”

“They cannot see us from this far off,” argues one of the younger ealdormen. Odda, is it Odda? Hvitserk can hardly tell which of the sneering dark-haired children it is, though the haughty tone of voice sounds like either Odda or Wulfric who’d gotten upset when he’d beaten them both at once in a courtyard mock-fight. Still, the boy elects to sneer at him some more. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“They cannot see me,” grins Hvitserk back, “but you? My dear boy”– he laughs now, void of humor and all amusement, meaning nothing of the sentiment –“the sun would strike that shiny armor of yours and paint a target on you before you good and well left the treeline. Most of you would signal your presence in such a way,” he sneers in turn, nodding at all the armor that surrounds him, “and if you went under cover of dark they would hear. Strip yourselves of this idiocy and perhaps you can surprise them still, hm?”

Albert starts, furious. “You should have said–”

“I did!” snaps Hvitserk. “Twice I warned you, twice I cautioned you!” He holds up two fingers, feeling the thrum of being right settle in his belly the way it always does when Alfred dares argue with him about such things. “What was it you said? That you would not resemble some heathen army come to steal?” He sneers again at the memory, which had featured more of Alfred’s inane derision for Hvitserk’s former way of life than he ever cared to hear. “You’re all children, blundering away in the woodland so loudly that I am of half a mind to put an arrow to your throats myself. You stand here not knowing the first thing of tracking prey or foe and yet you dare defy what I caution you?”

“Athelstan…”

Again that loathsome name, shared with the man who’d changed his father and made him a stranger. “You wanted me here,” he says, swallowing I am Hvitserk, Hvitserk is my name back down until he thinks he is about to cry, “and yet you disregard all I tell you. You are keeping me here, heathen turned Christian”– with her permission, with Iðunn’s grace –“wishing my advice and yet taking none. Your whole Witan stares at me as if they cannot decide whether I am an ally or a rabid dog that needs to be taken to the blade.”

“That is no way to speak to your King!” thunders Ealdorman Wulfhere, hand flying to the hilt of his sword. “Such insolence!”

Alfred holds up a hand before any blade is drawn. “His brother spoke to me the same,” says the young King now, mouth quirking upward in a fleeting semblance of a smile. “So often he called me stupid, or something near to it, for not seeing patterns in nature like he did. For not seeing who was friend or foe to me, though their behaviors and words dictated it aloud.” A careful nod, slow, is all Hvitserk will receive of Alfred’s acquiescence. “I hear Ubbe in every word you speak, Athelstan.”

“He taught me,” says Hvitserk, feeling as though all the fight leaves his lungs at hearing his brother’s name spoken into the silence that has fallen over the clearing. “He is the better tracker of us, even finding men who do not wish to be found, but I know how to survive.” He tilts his chin up, daring Alfred’s Witan to argue with such a thing when none of them could strike him during battle. “That bird’s nest is the only caution you will receive. Ignore it at your peril.”

He speaks no more then, though the Witan’s members have plenty to say. Hvitserk leaves them to such matters, sinking down and resting his back against the tree he climbed not long ago instead. I hear Ubbe in every word, echoes Alfred’s voice in his head until Hvitserk’s stomach coils and loops in ways it has not done since his last days in Kattegat.

Ubbe had found him beneath a tree like this once, weeping over a ruined nest, while Hvitserk was cradling that small red-chested bird in his own hands. His tears had dripped onto its feathers, making its wrung neck stand out even starker. There had been eggs then, too, but none that could be saved. Even now, he remembers Ubbe’s soft sigh and his brother’s strong arms wrapping around his shoulders. Recalls hating Ivar, even then, for getting to this fallen nest first and enacting his own twisted mercies on the helpless.

It was a swift death, he hears, as if from a distant dream, but it is all right to weep over such a thing. The ghost of his brother’s hand is still on his hair, just like he can still feel Ubbe’s lips moving against his own lips the moment his head tilts up to gaze at the tree’s branches. The kiss had been a comfort, then, still void of the hunger with which they would kiss one another that same night, and if Hvitserk closes his eyes long enough now he will be able to feel his brother there beside him again.

Hvitserk keeps his eyes open until they burn.

[berrysquared]

for the fanon swap could i see warden gem ?

[sam-glade]

Find the Words Tag

Tagged by the incredible @iced-ginger-tea here @charlesjosephwrites here. Thank you💜

I'll pass it gently onto: @void-botanist @sarahlizziewrites @sunset-a-story. Your words are: lonely, silent, happy, sad.

From @iced-ginger-tea daylight, cheer, sunset, dress

DAYLIGHT ❌ I'll look for: SUNLIGHT

The woods were dense. There was something growing in every available bit of space. The largest trees - oaks and ashes - were so large that five men would have trouble joining hands when standing around them. Moss covered every last bit of their bark. Between them younger trees and bushes formed the understory, birches, silver firs, hornbeams, aspens… Below them, ferns created a dense layer, mixed with various berry bushes. Clumps of hazels stuck out in places. Closer to the fallen tree Lissan could see patches of the forest floor, with snake grass, blooming violets, and colourful mushrooms. Everything was growing, fighting for space and sunlight.

CHEER

Katya the Catnip crept up on him like a cat. He turned to face her, forcing a smile. He felt drained.

She looked like he remembered her - short and a little chubby, with a mop of very curly auburn hair surrounding a round bronze face. She grinned at him. One of her upper front teeth was chipped; that was new.

“A little birdie told me that you need someone to cheer you up,” she said as a greeting.

“I’m pretty sure it was a squirrel,” Lissan retorted, shaking her wrist.

SUNSET

Nikols wielded a Djerid, a short javelin-like weapon, more popular across the Sunset Strait, kept in a quiver at his hip. Ianim supposed that at a distance it could be mistaken for a fanciful sheath for a short sword, but he knew the truth.

DRESS

Reinforcements came in the form of Artio and his Bear. The Colonel of the Heavy Infantry was in dress uniform and clean shaven, having come straight from the parade. The Bear's fur was brushed, although it was now covered in black ash. That was still the neatest the Lissan had seen them.

~*~

From @charlesjosephwrites thought, find, paper, light, and reach

THOUGHT (a little longer, but so worth it)

“Master Lissander, this was not Leshy. This was a creature known to charm people and lead them to their death,” Claren pointed out with exasperation. "Surely you know that nymphs take on the most alluring forms…"

"Master Claren. If she really wanted to charm me, she would take on a man's form.”

"…Oh."

Lissan frowned at him, going over the encounter in his head. Master Claren chased the nymph away only once Lissan started asking for details, but he looked wary from the beginning. Not charmed.

"It didn't look like it worked on you either, Master Claren," Lissan observed carefully.  

"I do not believe that there is a form a nymph can take that would charm me," the teacher informed him, now calm and focused.

Oh, Lissan's thoughts echoed Claren's reaction.

FIND (talking about Lissan, of course)

“You mean to tell me that there is a thing he can find intimidating about a person?” Ianim said with a hint of amusement.

Claren laughed and quipped lightly:

“I merely suggested that he has more tact than you give him credit for, Princekin.”

PAPER

“Lissan?” A hand on his shoulder stopped him. “What are you doing here?”

He blinked a few times before turning to face Gullin. Gullin looked tired and in a rush. He was holding a thin paper folder in his other hand, clearly on the way to the upstairs offices. Lissan bit his lip, reminding himself that the Lieutenant General was on duty and very busy. Anthea’s voice echoed in his head. A mature person does not allow emotions to interfere with their duty.

He should tell Gullin that he was on his way out and that Gullin didn’t need to worry about him, but no words could squeeze through his clenched throat.

LIGHT (FYI, 100 occurrences in Gifts of Fate, 154 in The Prince's Shadow, 155 in Prodigal Children, excluding 'lightly' or 'lighter')

Not a minute later Anthea climbed the stairs to the gallery, Mikkel following a few steps behind her. He took the bay nearest the stairs, sitting with his back towards Erya and sipping red wine in silence. Anthea stopped in front of the spymaster.

Erya stared. Without the crowd and all other sorts of distractions, she could finally appreciate how breathtaking Anthea looked that evening, in the wine-red dress with silver embroidery, with a sabre and her Sword in matching scabbards at her side, with her braids coiled at the back of her head in complex patterns. In the dim light, she seemed more like a nymph or an apparition, too beautiful.

REACH

With an angry sigh, he returned to his chore. He did his best to concentrate on chopping wood. The axe felt primitive and soulless. Dead. It wasn’t a weapon, just a tool. He swung it again and watched two pieces of wood fall off a stump. Lifeless.

His Sword lay safe near his bunk, in the room he shared with Marta. He tended to leave it there when he was working around the household. He reached out to it with his thoughts, and the spirit of the blade stirred. The large She-Wolf appeared to be napping. She did it a lot recently, while he couldn’t sit still.

[popplia]

I don't have any real way to explain this post, this just exists now

enjoy the long post of nothing but poképark talk

•one legendary catches the other in their dimension and the other one says that they came to give a warning

•Dialga and Palkia say something about growing darkness and gathering lights

•Kirby walks into Poképark (Firstfoot Path)

•he meets Bandee

•they have a tutorial moment

•they see Halttmann and Susie advertising Wish Park ("Wish park, where all your dreams come true!")

•they go to Wish Park (after getting some berries to pay for it)

•once they get there they both go play the cake attraction

•after playing the attraction they realize the cake is a lie (it's making pokemon act strange, cake wild (/ref) as I wish to say)

•they escape wish park and go tell Dedede about it

•Dedede says something about hearing about missing pokemon reports from other areas

•Kirby and Bandee decide to investigate/Dedede asks them to investigate but Bandee challenges Kirby to a battle first to practice

•they go Cove Town to find Halttmann and Susie to confirm their pokénapping suspicions and battle for info

•Haltmann says something about Fransiscsca paying them to lead pokemon into wish park and tell them how to open it

•after that Susie and Halttmann run off to the Tech Area (they don't say it but y'know) and Kirby and Bandee go back to the portal and open it

•they enter wish park again and clear the cake attraction (run by Nightmare), Nightmare blocks to way to the wish bell, they battle him, win, ring the bell and leave

•while they leave the park Kirby runs into Palkia's dimension and it says something about the wish park situation and that Kirby can do something about it

•Kirby and Bandee go to back to Cove Town to warn the other areas of Wish Park/keep investigating

•but the gates are locked because of the missing pokemon reports and they need to get the gatekeepers (Pon and Con) to open the Arbor Area gate

•Pon and Con challenge them to a battle, they win, and are let into the Arbor Area

•they find a poster portal but it's ripped, and Gooey is standing in front of it

•Gooey says that his friend (Dark Matter Swordsman (I'll call it Swordsman for now)) was leading pokemon into Wish Park but went back after realizing that Wish Park keeps the pokemon there forever and hasn't returned

•they go looking for the missing poster piece and run into Taranza in Verdent Court who had the missing piece and was using it as a paper for a area keeper meeting invite(?), he got desperate cuz it's an emergency meeting (Joronia (the Arbor Area Keeper) got kidnapped and taken to wish park but he doesn't know that yet)

•but he dropped it/the wind blew it out of his pedipalps (I don't know if galvanltulas can hold things like that) and it landed on a very small Island in the lake

•none of them can swim so they go back to Seasong Beach and ask Dedede if he can help

•he agrees to help (after a gormet race) and gets the piece from the island

•they put the piece back on the poster and open it, Dedede decides to go/stay with them

•they go to Wish Park (the Dance Zone) and find Swordsman, who's being mind controlled

•they battle it so it can snap out of it and go challenge the dance attraction run by Joronia who somehow became Sectonia (then Miracle Matter runs it after Sectonia's battle)

•then she blocks the way, they battle her, and run into Francisca, Flamberge and Zan

•they almost battle but the mage sisters decide that battling isn't worth it and lave so they ring the wish bell and dip

•Kirby runs into Dialga's dimension while leaving and drops some lore about the Dark Vortex/Void Termina/Hyness

•they go to the Craig Area and meet Elfilin (I should probably mention that by they I mean Kirby, Bandee, and Dedede, starting to get confused myself) he gives a hint to the password to get past Landia and into the fort

•they get it right (Courage and Kindness, same as cannon, for now, maybe) and are let in

•they meet Meta Knight at some point and ask to enter the tournament (he runs it)

•he says that they can if they get the Bravery Beard (I keep calling it the Braviary Beard help) so they do that

•they get to the Colosseum and the Beast Pack is competing in the tournament

•halfway through the tournament someone exposes the Beast Pack for leading pokemon into Wish Park

•then Leongar (the Crag Area's Keeper), shows up with Elfilin (in a cage) and reveal the poster portal in the areana

•one of them knocks out Meta Knight and the Beast Pack all leave through the portal

•Meta Knight joins the party, how? why? idk (maybe he joins (officially) after? idk)

•they go through the portal (after getting some pokémon together to help open it, happens with all poster portals)

•Zan, Leon, and Carol are there and Zan orders them to battle the Star Pals(?)

•they lose, Hyness shows up and asks if they want to join the Wish Park crew

•they say no and Hyness orders Zan to challenge the Star Pals to beat the power zone attraction

•they beat the attraction, and Forgo absorbs Elfilin and the star pals fight Elfilis to get Elfilin back, they win and get him back, ring the bell, and leave

•they see the Dark Vortex start to form (insert moon's big joke here)

•they leave the Craig Area and go to the Tech Area to find the last portal

•they find Brobo (the area keeper) and ask if anyone's been acting sus

•they immediately get a report that a train bridge broke so it asks them to find Weapons Dee and get some materials to repair the bridge

•they do that, the bridge gets fixed, and after some talking they're let into the Unawarehouse

•they go in, find the Scientourion and see Star Dream escaping the Scientourium but they need it to power the elevator so they go after it

•they catch up to it and ask it to come back to elevator and it does

•they go into the Scientourium, run into Susie and Halttmann again and everybody starts asking questions ("You two again ?" "What did you think you were gonna find? The ultimate life form?" (idk where I was going joke, Elfilis/Lab Discovera ref?))

•Halttmann says something about him and Susie making the portals but not knowing what the Wish Park pokemon were doing with them ("Why would I destroy Poképark!? I live here!" (/ref)) and someone mentions something about the bells and if they don't ring constantly all dark energies/magics/ect can't be held back and that includes the void in the sky

•they try to get back to Wish Park but the wip portal is missing a piece so they go look for it, get it, and go to to Wish Park

•they walk up to the flight attraction (Zero runs it), they challenge it and win, Zero challenges them to a battle, they win and ring the wish bell (Zero might have a seccond stage (0², it absorbs light from Ripple Queen (a Diancie+Ribombee hybrid(?) ))

•then all the wish park pieces come together and the Wish Plalace portal shows up

•they go to Wish Palace, confront Hyness and the Mage Sisters, Bandee, Dedede, and Meta get their memories wiped, and Hyness knocks Kirby out (he uses hypnosis or something) and puts him in a nightmare where he's completely alone

•then someone (idk who cuz I don't have a Piplup role(yet)) gets Kirby to snap out of it

•he does and runs of to go bring the Star Pals back together

•He challenges Bandee to a battle, Dedede to a gourmet race, and does a tournament refight (feat. the Meta-Knights) to get Meta back (or a battle)

•they go back to the palace, battle Hyness, and win

•the vortex is still a problem though so Halttmann and Susie show up with a thing that can stop it but someone's gotta do a sacrifice for it to work

•after half of Wish Park gets destroyed Hyness sacrifices himself and whatever got dragged into the vortex is put back where it was

(aight post game time here we go)

•Wish Park is now not holding pokemon hostage for eternal friendship paridise reasons

•Zan's sad about Hyness so Kirby decides to help find him

•so they do some lore digging and find out that they have to find Uxie, Azelf, and Misprit at their respective shrines, say a poem, get challenged to chase, a battle, and a quiz respectfully, then collect the creation trio's orbs, go to a dais/platform/ruins in the arcane area(or seperate ones), put all the items on the platform, get challenged by Dialga and Palkia to a battle, then they let them go to the distortion world via portal

•they soummon Palkia and Dialga who both ask for a battle to prove that they want save Hyness/that their heart and mind are in the right place, the Star Pals win, and the two thirds of the Creation trio say something about the Void Termina and the Distortion world and open a portal to get there

•they go there, fight Void Termina, win, and get Hyness back

•also Void Termina/Soul comes back as Kabii

[castleclysm]

BASICS.

NAME: Natural Harmonia Groipus. He goes by N.

AGE: 20-24

BIRTHDATE: He doesn't know; it's not like his parents were kind enough to abandon him in the forest with his birth certificate. He was found by Ghetsis sometime in early May, so he tends to use that as an official birthday.

GENDER: Cis man, he/him.

ORIENTATION: N wouldn't know what this means and wouldn't label himself. But for OOC sakes, he's demisexual.

PROFESSION: Travelling Pokémon Trainer.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS.

HAIR: Pale green

EYES: Gray blue. Often appear darker than they are thanks to the perpetual shadow his hat casts over his eyes.

SKIN: Pale white. He spent a lot of time inside.

HEIGHT: 5'11

WEIGHT: Tends to run underweight.

FAMILY.

His sisters, Anthea and Concordia. They took care of him when he was young and are the only humans he can say he fully trusts, post-Black.

Ghetsis. N has... complicated feelings towards him, but has yet to sever the familial ties.

Zoroark. They grew up alongside each other and quickly became inseparable.

SKILLS.

Pokémon communication. N has been able to speak to pokemon since he was born, understanding them just as easily as he does humans. The only exception is pokemon who have had their hearts closed - ones who have been shadowed or so mistreated that they've lost all trust in the world. They need to learn to trust him before they're able to talk like his other friends do.

A talent for mathematics and chemistry. Though this is, regrettably, never shown in game, N's got enough of a heavy maths motif that I'm choosing to project it onto him anyway. He likes Shapes and Numbers and the things that can happen when you combine different elements together.

TRAITS (POSITIVE).

Passionate and determined, willing to pursue his goals no matter how rocky the road ahead might get.

Exceptionally empathetic towards pokemon.

Confident in battle, emboldened by the confirmation that he is the ideal (ha) candidate for Zekrom's Hero and able to surpass the strength of Champion Alder.

TRAITS (NEGATIVE).

Idealistic and tunnel-visioned, letting his visions of a 'perfect world' skew his perception of reality and consume him.

Quick to flee and sever any relationships he may have built, uncaring of how this may affect the people left behind.

Stubborn and slow to change his mind. Once his path is set, it takes a hell of an effort to push him off of it.

LIKES.

COLOURS: Black and white. Green, especially tones like crocodile or lime that are mixed with yellow/brown.

SMELLS: Mint. Sliced Pinap berries. When it's about to storm and you can almost smell the electricity building in the air.

DRINKS: The Fresh Waters the Gyms give out sometimes. He can't stand tap water, can always taste the difference, and gets >:( if he's denied his minerals.

TEXTURES: The bumpiness of his Void Cube as he traces the gaps between each square. The roughness of Zoroark's outer fur.

OTHER DETAILS.

SMOKING?: No.

DRUGS?: No.

DRIVER'S LICENSE?: Definitely not, and he doesn't plan on getting one.

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: No, he's evaded all the past attempts and plans to continue evading any future ones.

[junigray]

Scribble

Scribble is probably the game that is the most developed in my head.

It is technically just a simple platformer but it is all being done with hand drawn art - despite my lack of artistic skill - and the premise is about letting go of perfectionism.

You have a little character walking through a pretty bleak empty void with some basic platforming tasks.

Here's the first draft of the puppet pieces for the character. I didn't do a good job of it and the blur outside the lines stop looking like an intentional choice and starts looking bad when you do things like try to have the arm in front of the body to hold the items.

Second draft was the squirrel above but now I have to size all my assets so the line weights are equal like everything was drawn on the same sketchbook page so squirrel is also getting ditched.

You find a brightly coloured berry or seed. There are places in the game world where you can plant your seed. There are little cracks in the ground but each time you find one, your character will argue with you about how it's not a good idea.

It's not quite right. This seed is special. What if it doesn't grow right? etc.

So you have a little dialogue tree where you can either succeed or fail in pep talking the character into actually planting it.

When you do succeed in planting it - it will grow slowly. You'll have to navigate through the world and come back to see the impact of the work. Find another seed. Plant that too.

But each time you come back around - you can see the effort.

I'd love to do it as a circle - like a little world that you walk around and around but I think managing that might be complicated to implement into the physics system that the game engine gives me so I might fudge it with a curved path through each "room" so you never see the entire world at once except in the opening but you just go room 1 2 3 4 1 so it has the sense of going around and around.

As you come back through spaces where you did plant a seed, there will be more plants and colour and the plants will open up new areas by creating elevators or climbable vines.

I am not sure what the win condition is.

Because a piece of the metaphor is that it is about the journey, not the destination.

But it needs an end because it is a game and it's not going to have that many rooms or that many seeds.

I think collection would make the most sense (and I have the skills to do item pick ups). Like a fruits of your labour thing. Maybe go harder on the metaphor of planting and gardening.

"I'm hungry"

"So plant a seed and grow a carrot."

"I can't, this is my only seed, what if it doesn't sprout."

And then at the end, you have a big bowl of food?

I'm still working it out.