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slenbee · 7 months ago

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List of Current Scammers - Part 3

Created: 12/11/24 - Updated: 3/30/25

Disclaimer: This list is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: what to look out for in regards to a scam, and who to block preemptively if you so choose. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Do NOT do this. I'm serious. DO NOT mass report. Only report these asks if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

Part 1 and part 2 will now serve as an archive for reference material and will no longer be updated with current/active scam accounts. Any new account will be posted here, and if it links to a scammer previously mentioned evidence will be provided from that scam list.

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index:

> means a name change. (banana (changed to) mango)

+ means multiple (active) accounts running the same scam.

Previously: means this account is running a scam previously used by an account listed on Part 1 or Part 2 of the scam list.

Recently: means this scam was seen on recently banned account.

(banned) blogs will remain until a new one shows up and then it will be moved to the Recently: category.

Evidence:

Evidence linked will be mostly in the form of call out posts that can be found by searching an accounts username on tumblr. If you are suspicious of an ask you receive, I suggest you please do the bare minimum and search their username on tumblr to see if they've been reported by other users to be a scam.

Reasons why all of these blogs listed here are scams:

Those saying they are 'vetted/verified' will not say by who.

Those saying they 'live(d) in Gaza' know nothing about it.

Those saying they are diabetic have no idea how diabetes works.

Their PayPal.me name are used by other scam accounts.

They use stolen stories/images (if searched via google).

They use multiple blogs to run the same scam.

They will reuse the same story word for word from past accounts.

They will block you if you try and ask questions. Go on. Do it.

They really like changing their 'real name(s). like, a lot.

Their accounts are only a few days/weeks/1-4 months old.

They reblog 5-10 things irreverent things then stop.

The list of evidence goes on and on.

If you have doubts, read the message at the bottom of this post.

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Part 1 - Scammers pretending to be Palestinian

Note: Please refer to Part 1 of the scammer list for more information.

Here is a comprehensive guide on how to spot these scams.

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Insulin or diabetes Scams A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for donations regarding insulin or diabetes care.

sitatimohamed1 (banned) Previously: sitatimohamed (part 1) No PayPal link yet but probably soon. Evidence it's a scam: here and here herkryptonitephilosopher (banned) Notes: PayPal name Irine Temoi is used in other scams. Uses Linktree to hide a PayPal. (that doesn't make it 'legit') Evidence it's a scam: here lydiadiabetespatient Notes: Previously claimed to be Sudanese, now claims to be from Gaza. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here scrumptiousenthusiastcolor taheerahmohammed qualitywizardchopshop Recently: sappotviviandiabetiicpatient fancyunknownfury "diagnosed with Diabetes at a tender age" Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here furiousdreamertimemachine (banned) Recently: furryhideoutlight + unlikelycreationqueen + fancytacowonderland Previously: furryreviewearthquake (part 1) "My family is still staying in half of the church" Asks for PayPal. Evidence that it's a scam: here and here mysterioussickenessdiabiatese (banned) Previously: gaza-diabetes-childrenhelp (part 1) Asks for PayPal. Evidence that it's a scam: here foggyhottubpost (banned) Previously: foggyruinspost + foggyruinsblog (part 1) Notes: PayPal name Mercy Siomi is used by other scam accounts. Asks for PayPal. Evidence that it's a scam: here sweatyblazefury "Hello help me get insulin for baby Layla today her condition is worsening" Past account(s): universallypeanutpoetry Notes: PayPal name Samson Marwa is used by other scams. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here and here krispyconnoisseurthing (banned) Notes: PayPal name has been used by other scam accounts. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here

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Evacuation Donation Scams Accounts asking for money to move from one place to another.

maximumtriumphmagazine (banned) Stole images from a real artist. Artist confirmed not related. Uses a fake gofundme for asking donations. Evidence it's a scam: here abdullahwahhab (banned) Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here magicalmilkshakecrown (banned) "I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer Differentiate between reality and a dream." Notes: Has used multiple past usernames dating back 7 months. Asks for PayPal. (hidden in a linktree) Evidence it's a scam: here and here

Medical Donations - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for money for cancer or another medical condition.

superbballoonsalad (banned) Stolen images. Was previously cherylbieryl. Asks for PayPal. (has since deleted their post) Evidence it's a scam: here devotedlyprofounddream Previously known as: dhrogou, emmilyy3, emilllyi "I'm Emily Palestine citizen from gaza. I'm suffering from brain cancer." Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here and here

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Part 2 - Non Palestinian related scams

Note: Please refer to Part 2 of the scammer list for more information.

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Pet donation Scams - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts requesting money to help a sick pet/animal.

crusadingcross (banned) this is Louie. He is an 8 year old Ragdoll Notes: Picture is of a black cat, not a Ragdoll breed. Vet bill is in the USA but PayPal is in the Philippines. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here guiian-pie (banned) Please don’t scroll. Odin can really use your help. Notes: The real Odin passed away 12/31/24 via a post on the private facebook group that this scammer is using. (see evidence) Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here (see reblog it's it's the same scammer as above.) marshmalluhhh "This is my diabetic cat, Titty. He was diagnosed with diabetes almost 3 years ago" Notes: This is the same scammer who ran the Louie cat scam. Evidence it's a scam: here

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Medical Donations - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for money for cancer or another medical condition.

happilyjoyfulnut Recently: radhideoutsublime / furrybouquetdonut / perfectlyhardfan Previously: foggybouquetsublime (see Part 2) 'I have stage 2A cervical Cancer' Notes: PayPal name Esta Odhiambo is/was used by other accounts. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here gloriouswolfbeliever (changed to the eunicemargwel scam) Recently: sublimenerddragon Previously: sublimedestinybird (see Part 2) "I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes" Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here differentladyfest (banned) Recently: monicahqueen 'I had stage 4 Laryngeal Cancer, voicebox removed.' Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here swimminggentlemencreator (banned) Previously: choppedreviewsong (see Part 2) 'cystic fibrosis patient' Story and images 100% stolen from a real fundraiser. Notes: The original fundraiser was requested/required to be stopped in 2023, and the person who it was for had their twitter deactivated at some point too. I (personally) cannot find anything on this person (Alessandra Olivero) still being alive, so I (personally) am under the assumption that they may have passed away. The scam accounts who use these images and this story in particular make me hella mad and I hope they suffer before they rot in hell. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here mellowarbitermentality + joyfulladylover + strangetrashpost "Last summer I was diagnosed with Stage 1 Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma." Asks for PayPal. Notes: PayPal name was Pilly Nyakoba now it's C'atherlyne. Evidence it's a scam: here

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Diabetes / Insulin scams - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for donations regarding insulin or diabetes care.

furryfoxpost gloriouswolfbeliever Recently: weepingtrashheart + scentedtacomaker + generouscandycreator + jovialnightcat + nuttykittenglitter Previously: sostudentbarbarian / alfayothesoftwareaudit / purplecatshark (see Part 2) "I Need Help With Medical Bills And Equipment" Notes: Uses the same picture on every blog of the girl with the cgm and blood in/on an IV that's in her arm. Asks for PayPal. Known name/alias: Eunice magwerl Evidence it's a scam: here and here pinkinfluencertrash Recently: gloriousprincecupcake gloriouswolfinfluencer happilyholypizza Previously: steadybluebirdpizza (see Part 2) Notes: Has used many multiple accounts. (vero-og) Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here stevenomwita Recently: severedazepanda spmwitaa humongousfoxbasement numberonetimemachinebouquet stevenemwita Previously: ssmwitaa (see Part 2) Notes: Art thief. Has no idea how insulin works. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here jessieblogsposts (banned) Notes: The name Diana Achieng is used by other scam accounts. Images and story stolen from a gofundme. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: the gofundme (2020) phariiislgbtqvictim (banned) Notes: The name Pharis Disi is used by other scam accounts. Fake gogetfunding campaign. Evidence it's a scam: here

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If you have any doubts about the validity of this post:

I would not, nor would I ever, willingly or knowingly put someone on this list if I knew 100%, without a doubt, that they were a real, genuine person looking for help.

I (personally) have spent hours of my time gathering evidence in the form of searching names, copy/pasting things over and over into tumblr and google just to try and find different blogs, taking screenshots and making collages in photoshop, writing down and making entire in depth posts about how and why a blog is or isn't running a scam.

And I'm not the only one who does this.

Scam buster blogs, helpful users/anons, and many others, have been looking into and tracking these scammers for months.

These are not individuals we just saw on tumblr and decided to pick on for shits and giggles.

They are scammers.

They don't care about whose story they use or whose pictures they stole. They don't care how it effects someone or what lives they ruin.

All they care about is money.

So, remember to report their PayPal accounts if you can please. :)

Thank you and have a good day. <3

Helpful guides on how to spot scams. (by @kyra45) Important tips and tricks on spotting scams.

#scams #scam #scammers #scam alerts #scam list #donation scam #mutual aid scams #insulin scam #scam alert #paypal scam #medical scam

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mmirx · 4 months ago

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AFTERTHOUGHT ⋆⑅˚₊

Who were you if not unremarkable? You had finally come into terms that you are someone who was meant to stay in everyone’s shadow, but not until you met Caleb, or so you thought.

cw/tags: PART 2 of this, university au, non-mc reader, frat guy caleb (but not really important), angst, jealousy, self-loathing (please just lmk if i missed more cw, i just cant identify more as of now)

note: i dont know what im writing but im enjoying it, so suffer (kidding). the guy that inspired me to write this recently posted smth, so I HAD TO. he looks good and i hate it. nway, this might be shorter than i originally planned bcs 1) i might cut some parts 2) univ is so demanding

word count: 865

Scrolling through your archives, you saw a picture you took a year ago—one in the range where the archery team in your university frequented. It reminded you of the fact that it was around the same time when you started to orbit around Caleb's circle.

The first time you saw him was when you were thirty minutes late for orientation of the organization that you wanted to join. At first, you didn't notice him at all because you were too embarrassed to look around. I mean you were late and had to walk towards the front since there were no seats available near the entrance. Where's a catastrophe when you need one?

Anyway, after you introduced yourself as someone whose desire is to advocate for human rights, you finally had the chance to look around—you saw him immediately. Why? Someone that tall couldn't go unnoticed. His looks alone could prove the existence of a divine creature; God probably pats himself to congratulate himself whenever he sees Caleb.

You thought that would be last time you'd see him. It wasn't.

After gushing over him to your friend, you found that he's also in the archery team. They were literally teammates, so being the ever-supported she is, she devised a plan: you'd be tagging along during their training sessions.

And that started it all.

Initially, you started questioning why you even agreed to this since it wasn't like you were desperate to find someone right at the moment. However, after several attempts of your friend, Zan, urging you to push through, you accepted defeat. Plus, it wasn't that bad of an idea—you have a crush on him, so why not?

The plan was to present yourself as someone carefree and effortlessly cool. That was the plan. But fate is cruel—such a dramatic conclusion—because when Caleb arrived, you didn't even get to say ‘hi’ at him. Your reason? Nothing, you just happen to not be able to say anything because you froze. God forbid your mouth that seems to automatically work every inconvenient moment stops working the moment you needed to be social.

It was embarrassing, even for you.

A voice suddenly came from your back knocking you off your little reminiscing moment. You looked around to see MC approaching with a frown. There she was again, looking like an angel sent in the world of mortals as an apology for every sin that everyone had committed. You pondered every day how someone can be your friend at all too.

“Lost your hearing?" she said laced with sarcasm and affection.“I missed you," she sighed dramatically as she tried to take away your supply of oxygen with her embrace.

“Oh, dear, I know."

"Can we go get lunch together? I ditched Caleb for today.”

Oh. They were supposed to eat together? You didn't know what to feel as your stomach formed a circus within its premises. It felt funny and unsettling. To be honest, you're a fool for even getting surprised with how they do the most mundane things with each other. You hated yourself for having such thoughts because you guys were perfect as friends. It's starting to feel as if you were the problem with all these negative thoughts that you concoct nonstop.

“Serves him right,” you laughed as if you didn't bear any thoughts you just had, "but I don't think I can join you today, MC.”

You had to decline her but not because of your self-loathing! It just happens that you have to finish a group presentation today with people you barely know. Another challenge for you.

You heard her sigh dramatically—it almost made you laugh. Her theatrics never seemed to be on a time out. Truthfully, you wanted to be with her, too, because it might remind you more of the reasons why you were in each other's lives.

“Trust me, if this shit wasn't so important, I'd choose to eat with you." You tried to defend yourself to not make it seem like it wasn't out of willingness that you won't join her.

“I know, it's just, you know you're too busy these days. I mean, I know why because you're such an exceptional woman but still!”

You? Exceptional? Those words being in a same sentence doesn't feel right at all. Was she blind?

“You’re trying to flatter me! But I'll call you once my schedule lets me. I promise, MC.”

She sighed defeatedly as she bid her goodbye. You really did feel bad for not having been with her for such a time. You missed the times when you didn't feel comparatively smaller to her.

You walked for minutes. Gosh, didn't know university was a field for you to battle with so much stairs. But as you neared towards the range, you heard a familiar voice.

“I mean, I don't even know how I managed to put up with her.”

Was that him?

“Didn't you approach her only because you were trying to recruit someone that time?"

You knew that voice, a senior of yours and MC’s. They were laughing. You had a bad feeling brewing up.

All was confirmed when the first voice spoke again.

It was him.

Caleb.

PART 3

tag(s): @justpassingdontworry

#love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #lnds caleb #caleb lads #lnd caleb #caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb x y/n #caleb x mc #caleb angst

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ask-the-pioneer · 1 year ago

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"I've always been captivated by them. Something about the shiny exterior, how they glimmer when you tumble them around in your hands. My younger self would obsess about them, a childlike fascination. Even back then I instinctively knew they had value. My mom would use pearls I found to pay for a safe passage at scavenger tolls. We tried to bypass those points as much as we could, but sometimes it was unavoidable."

"It's a looong story…. I was found roaming the wilderness by my mentor, who brought me to er, an entity, called an interator. Do you know of iterators? Apparently they are what was left of an ancient civilization that once inhabited these lands. I couldn't wrap my head around it at first. Iterators are massive, absolutely huge, like mountains. Do you see that big structure of a regular, smooth shape?"

[She points towards Five Pebble's can in the distance]

"That is an iterator's «superstrucute». A mountain, the entire thing… is a person. It still sounds crazy when I say it."

"Ah, right, my name… like I mentioned, I got lost and my mentor found me. He brought me to his iterator. If my memory serves me right, his name is «No Significant Harassment», or NSH for short. I recall thinking at that time, «Harassment? I hope he won't be cruel to me». I had no concept of iterator names, their meaning, why it's three or however many words long. It was incredibly confusing to my young mind, though looking back at it I consider myself very lucky. The iterator was, dare I say, «god-like» (his own words), but benevolent. I saw how well he treated Hunter – my mentor – and it made me trust him more, even though I was scared and wary in the beginning."

"Would you believe it if I told you… there are stories written inside the pearls? That those things I’ve been obsessing about all my life are used for storing information? I had many of them leftover from when I lived at a scavenger outpost. One cycle, NSH noticed my interest, and – I wish Hunter had told me about this sooner, but – the iterator shot at my head with something…? And suddenly I could understand everything he said. Not that he said much, because I started crying loudly and ran straight out of there, haha. But before I bolted, he gave me one of his pearls as consolation. I think he felt bad for the scared little me."

"After that, he would eagerly read all the pearls I brought to him. That is how I learned more about the culture of the peoples who were here before me: the Ancients, their customs, why the iterators were built, and much more. It was like the knowledge of the entire world was suddenly revealed to me – to a seemingly insignificant being, a tiny speck in an endless ocean of life. It both made me feel very important, and very small. And, yeah, it has intensified my obsession with pearls beyond mortal limits. What if I could write into a pearl? I could archive the history of my entire species! All the stories my mom told me when I was small? All the places I’ve been to? Or other scugs have been to…"

[Her eyes widen, sparkling with glee]

"Y-yeah… that would be nice… sadly I am what I am – a slugcat. I don’t know how to do this very advanced stuff at all. I have no means of doing this. I once asked NHS for help, but there’s only so much he could guess from my frantic signing. I don’t think he understood me, in the end. But he did appreciate my efforts, and I was given a title – the Pioneer, like a person who is the very first to explore something uncharted. Apparently no slugcat before me thought of reading from or writing into pearls? I find it a little hard to believe."

"This one! This is a very special kind of pearl – it contains an ancient poem from which my name originated. See, my name was a gift from NSH the iterator. It’s spelled: «Mirmyntasseth». The best way I would describe it, is… it’s a name for a feeling, or an experience. The way it was explained to me, is that the word «Mirmyntasseth» is an expression of seeing a marble roll on a flat surface, then hitting another marble. Ah, right, you may not know this – a marble is like, like a pearl, but translucent and even more ornate. I was told that marbles were used by the Ancients for entertainment. They had a game where you rolled one to hit another. I'll admit, I can see the appeal. Throwing rocks is fun, although I image this game was considered a more dignified pastime."

[She tumbles the dark pearl in her hands, admiring its luster]

"The poem inside this pearl, one of its verses spells: «Eight Marbles Cast in Stone». The poem itself is long… very long… I had the iterator read it to me once, and we had to stop in the middle because the rain was coming. Maybe I will ask NSH to read it again, when I’m back at his superstructure with Hunter."

[Her gaze trails off to somewhere far away for a moment, a subtle grimace on her face. She closes her eyes and shakes off the thoughts that cloud her mind]

"So, um… yes… that is why I am called Eight Marbles Cast in Stone, or Marbles for short. I like how it sounds, it has a nice ring to it. And it’s a gift from an iterator, a god-like being. I consider it a great honor."

"…that said, I wonder why he didn’t just name me «Pearl»? Wouldn’t that make more sense? Maybe it didn’t sound cool enough. They’ve used pearls just to store information. I guess it’d be silly to be named «Dirt» because you doodle in dirt, or «Batfly» because you love eating batflies? Hmm…"

#rain world #rain world oc #rain world au #rw pioneer #rw no significant harassment #rw nsh #rw hunter #slugcat #slugpup #rw iterator #artificer's pups #ask blog #GATHER 'ROUND FOR A BEDTIME STORY #au lore #im going to crawl into a hole now and hibernate for a couple of days

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reiinaissance · 2 months ago

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TELL ME THAT I'M ALL YOU WANT, EVEN WHEN I BREAK YOUR HEART ft. diluc ragnvindr (genshin impact) x female! reader

⟢ summary Y/N L/N, a member of the Fatui who preferred keeping a low profile, unexpectedly becomes close to the Darknight Hero who happens to be the rich tycoon, Diluc Ragnvindr, later falling in love with him when she shouldn’t.

⟢ content warnings angst, hurt/no comfort, fatui! reader, spoilers if you haven’t read the genshin webtoon, spoilers for inazuma quest act III - duel before the throne, mentions of fighting, mentions of death.

⟢ word count 1.5k

⟢ notes this was supposed to have a part two, but i honestly don't know how to write it + i wrote this like 3 years ago...

reupload from my old account ☻

archive of our own

As a member of the Fatui, you are to serve the Tsaritsa and follow the orders of the Fatui Harbingers.

After your superior, La Signora, was killed by the Raiden Shogun in Inazuma, you were stationed back to Mondstadt. Some of your comrades wanted so badly to seek revenge after Signora's death, but you couldn't care less.

She was just your superior that you take orders for. Now that she's gone, she's nothing. You only ever cared about getting the job done and never concerned yourself with your personal feelings.

Now, you have yet to be a subordinate to one of the Harbingers left.

What you hated the most about in Mondstadt is staying at the Goth Grand Hotel. Sure, it was luxurious and you had your own room, but the Fatui agents were annoying, brawling about who owed them money for wine. Every time. It was stupid.

Another brawl happened once again, and this time you have had it — so you left the hotel at midnight.

You had a coat draped over your Fatui uniform when you left, and thankfully most of the people were already asleep, only leaving the Knights of Favonius to guard.

They were about to stop you from leaving till you showed them your Fatui insignia, and that was enough for them to back off.

After wandering around Mondstadt for a bit, you discovered a mysterious man and a few hilichurls lying in defeat beneath him. You quickly walked away when he turned around, but he noticed you before you could escape.

"Hey, stop. Show yourself."

You mentally cursed. You knew better than to escape now. You displayed a calm expression before you turned to face him. He had a mask so you didn't know his identity.

…And you realized you forgot your mask in your hotel room. Shit.

You took a good look at him, and you could almost recognize the red hair, but you weren't sure since the moon was the only source of light at the moment.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously. You didn't want to tell him that you were a part of the Fatui — you knew how much people hated the fatui — so you lied.

"…Just a wanderer from Snezhnaya."

Seeing as you weren't much of a threat, he nodded and headed off, not bothering to tell you who he was.

The red hair was familiar, though.

After a few days, you found yourself wandering Mondstadt late at night once again as you couldn't sleep.

You sat on a rock and heaved a sigh. Moments later, you heard someone panting nearby, so you decided to follow the sound cautiously.

Some guy was leaning against a tree, head hanging low as he held onto his arm. You tried to hide to look at the person’s face but to your dismay, you accidentally stepped on a leaf, making a rustling noise.

He raised his head in alarm, then he saw you. "…It's you."

It was Diluc Ragnvindr — you realized at that moment he was the 'Darknight Hero' everyone was talking about. He wore the same outfit from a few days ago, except he didn't have his mask on.

And you forgot to wear your mask once again!

Your eyes widened when you saw his injured arm, which explained why he was holding onto it earlier. "You're hurt… Hold on." Thankfully, your vision could provide healing. You walked up to him, offering to tend to his wounds.

He seemed hesitant for a moment, but he agreed and lent you his arm. After that, he cleared his throat. "Thank you. I suppose I could treat you to a drink at Angel's Share as a token of appreciation," Then he added, "As long as you keep my identity a secret, I don't want anyone finding out what I do during these hours."

As a Fatuus, could you really be involved with him? "...Sure, and of course, I won't tell anyone."

Since that night, you started getting close with Diluc. You did a great job at not being seen by the other Fatui what you've been up to during your spare time.

Always accompanying him during his late night duties, or sometimes when he was the one in-charge at Angel's Share, you'd just sit and talk to him while he was making drinks for customers. You knew it was risky, this whole friendship you're developing with Diluc.

You never knew what history he had with the harbingers, all you knew was that the Fatui declared him to be 'persona non grata' in Snezhnaya, and you haven't even told him you were a member of the Fatui.

The thought of telling him scared you, because it's been so long since you made a new friend.

But being in the Fatui, did you really deserve to have a friend? A friend who despises the organization you're in?

"I like you." Diluc blurted out, and you froze.

After helping him fight off enemies in the city late at night, you were both resting on Starsnatch Cliff and he just blurted his feelings out.

This is wrong.

"I… I know this is a sudden confession, and I apologize but I just couldn't help it."

This is so wrong... because you like him too.

"I like you too, Diluc."

You looked at him, and you were surprised by the look he gave you. He looked aloof most of the time, but the way he looked at you... it was soft. And it was killing you.

Well… As long as you kept your identity a secret, right?

He smiled and kissed your forehead gently, and you both enjoyed each other's silence.

For the first time, you felt incredibly happy when you and Diluc started dating (secretly).

You always hung out with him whenever he was on his shift at angel’s share (and he would steal a few kisses here and there whenever people weren’t looking… which was always successful. he just couldn’t resist you), and sometimes he would even invite you to his manor.

The past few weeks truly felt like a dream.

But you almost forgot dating him had consequences… like Mikhail finding out when he saw you and Diluc holding hands secretly in the city at night.

“What the hell are you even thinking?! That man is hated by our superiors! Does he even know you’re part of the Fatui? Because once he finds out you might get— tch!” Mikhail was angry; Lyudmila shielded you to prevent him from trying to hurt you.

“No. He doesn’t know.”

Mikhail let out a frustrated sigh. “You have to break it off with him.”

‘I can’t…’ you wanted to say, but you can’t.

So you made up your mind to tell your lover.

You had no choice.

You didn’t know the reason why he hates the Fatui so much… but you knew it was something bad enough that when you brought up topic to him, he said he’d rather be crushed to death by a meteorite than join them.

“Diluc, I have something to tell you.” You were at his manor, and he was currently cleaning up his desk.

“What is it?” He looked at you, smiled, and your heart broke at the sight, “Is there something wrong?”

You were silent for a moment, but before he could respond, you said, “…I’m a member of the Fatui.”

Diluc’s face hardened when you finally told him. He let out a breathy laugh as if you were trying to pull out a ridiculous prank on him.

But when he examined your face to see if you were joking, he realized you weren’t, and his heart dropped.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, Diluc, I—“

“I didn’t ask for your apology. Why— Archons—“ He felt betrayed. “So you approached me to what? To spy on me? Is that it?”

“No… no! I didn’t!” On the verge of tears, you tried reaching out to him but he moved away. “I was only stationed here… I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was—“

“You should’ve told me the first time we met, so then I would’ve been smart enough to avoid you.” The look of love he gave you a while ago, turned into hatred. “My father… the Fatui was connected to the reason why he died and I… I can’t believe you—“ he gulped, trying so hard not to cry.

Tears welled up your eyes as you covered your mouth, “I’m sorry…”

Before you could see the tears in his eyes, he turned away and whispered, “Get out.”

“Diluc—“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You held in your sobs as you left the manor, and once you were far enough, you cried.

Was there any point in explaining yourself when you already broke his heart?

#♡.ᐟ writing #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin angst #diluc genshin impact

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yourislandgirl · 3 months ago

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*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ WHAT WAS LEFT UNSAID ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 박성훈 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: being in a relationship with sunghoon was nothing short of absolute splendour, the love between you both was undeniable, and yet you find yourself curious to know where sunghoon’s love began, and what he did about it

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!sunghoon x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, ft. tiny cameos of ive’s liz and rei

warnings: attempts at humour, sickeningly sweet and lovesick sunghoon, lowkey tsundere (shocking to no one) but it makes it a tinge angsty, mentions weed like one (1) time

w.c: 2.6k

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You were curious. So undeniably curious. It was all you could think about on the drive home from the café.

You’d spent the afternoon squished in a booth meant for two people, except there were three of you. Your college roommates, Liz and Rei, had sat on either side as three spoons dug into a large caramel sundae whilst you all reminisced on your shared four years of hell aka university.

Eventually the conversation led to relationships and you were introduced to a concept you hadn’t exactly considered before today — what did people do for each other before the relationship had even begun?

There wasn’t exactly concrete parameters for this, but you soon figured out what it meant:

Liz’s boyfriend had paid such close attention to her that without realising, he’d recognised something as inconspicuous as a change in her perfume; “I only ever wear floral scents, that’s all I really like aside from the occasional autumn-y kind, but he still noticed! I literally just switched from a rose scent to a lilac one.” You’d found it quite simple yet sweet, nothing astounding but still a moment of recognition, especially considering how Liz held floral perfumes so closely to her identity. But the depth of her boyfriends actions became clearer when Liz explained how he made a note of every sort of scent she liked and what she kept going back to, and for his first gift he got her the perfect perfume to add to her collection. You didn’t think you could smile any wider as you watched your friend’s glittering eyes while she spoke.

Rei’s girlfriend, on the other hand, was somewhat of a psychological mastermind. Every time they’d pass each other on campus, Rei would receive a little pinkie promise from the girl. For what reason? She did not know. But ultimately, it became their “thing”, and soon enough, Rei felt incomplete in her day if she did not receive that beloved pinkie promise. As you sat beside her in the cafe, Rei took many small moments to hide her face in her hands as she recounted how after they started dating, her girlfriend admitted with her whole chest that the pinkie promises were a deliberate tactic to get Rei thinking about her. “It’s so bad you guys, I can’t pinkie promise anyone else. Ever. Like, they’re all for her now. She’s ruined pinkie promises for me but in the best way!” And Rei then went back to hiding behind her hands.

So now you were stuck in this predicament. As you sat there in your car, stopped at a red light, you recalled the days spent interacting with your boyfriend prior to dating and you wondered to yourself, did Park Sunghoon ever do anything, intentionally or unintentionally, that indicated his feelings for you?

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If memory served you right (and it was unbelievably easy to remember, considering you’d sat your friends down and gone over every interaction you and Sunghoon had ever shared each step of the way) … Well, nothing seemed to stand out to you.

Sunghoon wasn’t a boring person by any means, he was incredibly witty, a wry sort of sarcasm, and then when you got to know him more and he felt more comfortable around you, the louder side of Sunghoon would blossom — the one who thrived off of dad jokes, the one that secretly enjoying being the little spoon, the one that refused to let go of your hand any time you both stepped outside, the one who seemed just as in love with you as you did with him.

So why couldn’t you remember anything?

You carefully parked your car and took the elevator up to your apartment, wondering if you may have done anything preemptively romantic towards Sunghoon. In that regard there was a lot that could be remembered:

There was the tiramisu cupcake that you suggested when you both were studying together in your second year of uni (you heard him mutter something about wanting to try it and snagged the perfect opportunity to connect with the cute guy in your class).

There was your subtle yet not so subtle interest in figure skating which came out of left field, purely because you’d heard that the cute guy in class used to train professionally in the sport.

There were little details about him that you’d pick up and hold close and reminisce about in the late hours of night, when thoughts became velvety and water coloured and meaning made no sense because something like love doesn’t have any meaning, it simply is.

And yet you couldn’t think of a single thing from Sunghoon’s side.

Maybe he was just not that kind of person? Maybe he only said and did and felt things once he was committed to someone? Maybe the build up to a romance isn’t that important… It was hard to convince yourself of that last one. After all, the greatest love stories only mattered because people cared about said build up.

“Whatever,” you muttered to yourself as you got out of the elevator. Walking towards your apartment you started delving through the contents of your bag, looking for your keys whilst trying your hardest to push the curiosity out of your mind. “It’s stupid anyway.”

“What’s stupid?”

You jolt a little, quickly relaxing at the sight of Sunghoon unlocking the door to the apartment. “Oh. Um, nothing.” You smiled somewhat convincingly, promptly rising up on your toes to reach his cheek and kiss him hello.

“Nope,” he swerved just in time to meet your lips with his, pulling you closer with one hand whilst opening the door with the other. He pulled back ever so slightly to mumble something at you "Missed you." His voice was so soft you almost didn't catch what he said before he leaned forward again, gently guiding the two of you inside.

He was dizzying. So effortlessly magnetic. And the warmth of being with him would never get old. But that was exactly why you just had to know.

You pulled away to catch your breath, trailing your hands down his arms as you asked him, "Did you ever do anything, before we started dating, purely because you liked me?"

Sunghoon tilted his head a little, “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” you gave a little shrug, a small smile blooming on your lips as he laced his fingers through yours. “Anything, really. Like Liz’s boyfriend unintentionally memorised her favourite perfumes. And Rei’s girlfriend ruined pinkie promises.”

“I’m sorry, what?” He chuckled softly, helping you out of your jacket and taking off his own before tossing them onto one of your armchairs. “Did you… want me to, uh, ruin pinkie promise?”

You felt your face heat up. “No!” It was hard not to laugh at his gradually confused expressions, the little crease in forehead coupled with his pout made him look extra adorable in your eyes. Reaching for his hand, you guided him towards the couch and you both fell back on it with a sigh.

“I just mean that…” You trailed off, trying to find the words. Softly tracing the lines on his palm, you gave yourself a second before speaking again. “When I first liked you, I wanted to know you. Really know you. I wanted to learn about everything you loved and fall in love with it too.”

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “And… You don’t think I did?”

“No! No, no, I just meant that— Well, I tried remembering, ya know? Whether you did anything like Liz and Rei’s partners? And, um, I couldn’t.”

You felt yourself cringe at the end of the sentence. It was hard to explain your thoughts without the grating nausea of hurting the man you love with an assumption that basically summed up to “ I don’t think you love me enough �� Even though you knew that was far from the truth.

Sunghoon frowned a little, his thumb still caressing your fingers, but his eyes moved past you, staring off in the direction of your bedroom.

“Hoon… Listen, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay.” Leaning forward, Sunghoon kissed you ever so gently before getting off the couch. “I need to show you something.”

You didn’t really know what to expect. Maybe it was something cute like a photo of you that he kept in one of his jacket pockets, or maybe he bought something just because you liked it, maybe he actually had said or done something to indicate that he loved you before he’d even told you.

He led you to the bedroom with a hesitant determination — an odd combination where his strides seemed confident but you recognised the signs of growing anxiety with the way he rubbed the back of his neck and kept stealing glances at you. When you both entered, Sunghoon headed for his side of the closet and started rummaging through his bags before finally fishing out his old college backpack.

“I honestly wanted to throw these sometimes, especially before we started dating because, well… What if we didn’t? Then all I’d have are these stupid things.”

You had no idea what he was referring to but you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt, no matter how deep your curiosity ran. (Plus, it looked like he needed to say something, at least to push himself to show you whatever he was talking about).

He shuffled a little closer to you, biting back a smile that seemed to teeter on embarrassment. “Don’t laugh, I know this seems…odd. But I swear I didn’t know how else to deal it with.”

“Okay,” You laughed nervously, “Now you’re scaring me. What are you talking about?”

Sunghoon reached inside his bag, with its coffee stains and enamel pins (both being curtesy of you) and he pulled out what looked like five letters, bound together by a rubber band.

You gave him a confused expression but took the letters carefully and walked towards the bed, hearing Sunghoon following after you. As you pulled each letter apart, you noticed they were all dated to before the both of you got together.

Finding the earliest one, you turned it over and went to open it before halting. “Can I?”

Sunghoon nodded, “Of course you can”

Carefully pulling out the paper, you unfolded it to read:

I knew I shouldn’t have taken elective Psych … but I did. And here we are.

Professor Yoon said that the unspoken desire is what gets left to fester. And I don’t think I really want this desire right now. I kinda just want to pass classes and go to a party or two. Maybe try some weed? I don’t know just the whole college experience.

So maybe if I get these desires out on a page and then toss them later on, maybe they won’t fester. I should submit this for extra credit. NO WTF AM I SAYING … Anyway

I saw someone today. No, correction, I met someone today. I can’t remember when I first saw her but I’ve been seeing her around ever since first year and holy shit knuckles she is dangerous she’s kinda cute

She’s in my business class. She’s got a smile like literal sunlight She always mumbles to herself when she’s confused or annoyed about something. It’s distracting.

I want to talk to her. Maybe tell her to stop with the mumbling? Yeah. I might do that.

You knew you were smiling — like literal sunlight apparently — but you didn’t want to stop no matter how much your cheeks hurt.

“Are they all like this?” You asked Sunghoon who’d shuffled closer to you as way to hide behind your shoulders inconspicuously.

“Well…”

You giggled and refusing to wait for his response, you went to the next letter. And then the next, and the next. You read through them at a ravaging pace, devouring every word, scoffing at every spot of denial, sighing against Sunghoon as you reread every compliment he gave, noticing how he stopped bothering to cross them out.

Then you finally reached the last letter.

Sunghoon had moved beside you, having started enjoying your reactions, he’d occasionally turned away, burying his face into your shoulder, but for the most part he’d read along with you.

At your hesitation to open the letter, he took it out of your hands and did it for you.

“You’ve gone this far, might as well go all the way.”

You smirked, “Even if it means more embarrassment?”

“Hey, I bagged you didn’t I?” Sunghoon lazily draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “I think I win.”

“Uh huh.” His self obsessed tone was nothing short of entertaining, and while you’d normally give in to an opportunity for banter, the letter in his hands was more important.

It was short, a few lines at most, but your heart swelled as you read it:

I think i knew from the first letter, so I might as well admit it. I’m in love with Y/n. And I’m going to do something about it today. So this might be the last letter. I mean, it should be, right?

I know what her and I have is special, so, I should be able to tell my thoughts to her instead of telling it to paper. I should say them to her.

Yeah. I’ve decided. This is the last one.

Anyway, Yoon’s kind of an idiot. Those desires festered one way or another.

If this works out with her I could invite him to the wedding? Actually let’s not

A warmth embraced you as you folded the letter shut. Sunghoon held you closer to his chest, his lips brushing against your hairline.

You whispered, afraid that if you spoke louder you might choke up and cry. “This is what you meant by dealing with it?”

“Mhm.”

Your breathy laughs seemed to ease his tense shoulders and you felt him relax against you.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You moved away to look up at him.

His eyes darted across your face before settling on your hands, “I know I’m not great at always saying everything I’m thinking.”

You frowned “No, Sunghoon—”

“I’m not, I know that.” His fingers reached up to the tuck some of your hair away from your face. “But, I need you to know that I loved you like a millennia before I even told you. And even if I left it all unsaid, it doesn’t change that.”

You brushed your nose against his, your heart racing at the way his half lidded gaze was fixated on you. “I know, Sunghoon,” you whispered.

“Good. Because it’s been over thirty minutes since we last kissed and I’m feeling very neglected right now.”

You scoffed, looking away as you nudged his ribs gently. “Needy much?”

His laugh started a flurry in your chest. “Yeah. In need of you. Look at me.”

You willed yourself to turn back, immediately unable to control the sunbeam smile forming on your face. Sunghoon tilted your chin up ever so slightly, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw. The build up was bubbling inside — the need to go and grab something you want so badly and yet you hold off, because you know it’s worth the wait.

You both slowly moved closer, softly feeling the heat of each other’s breath on your cheeks, before Sunghoon finally pushed himself forward, a searing kiss sealing the trepidation.

It was so worth it. And as an added bonus of validation, you were right; the build up matters.

a.n: FINALLY HERE IS THE NEXT INSTALMENT !! i’ve been unbelievably busy, like . seriously.. uni has been beating me up but… i’ve got two weeks of mid sem break (or more like one and a half weeks now) and i plan to do some writing so pls be patient with me 🥲 anyway to whoever’s stuck around with me, i hope you enjoyed this one!! i had fun writing it xx

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 2 years ago

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700 Years

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.6K WC

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Warnings: sexual servitude briefly described in regards to Y/N (concubus), soft Haarlep (he is baby i love him so much), Raphael (enough said), fluffffff

Part 2

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You heard the defenses of the door fade away. You laid unmoving, naked on the massive bed. The intruders gawked at you but you did not speak.

A tall tiefling made her way to you before gently shaking you a bit. Your eyes flit to hers, “Yes?” you asked.

“Who are you?” said the Selune follower.

“I am Y/N. One of Raphael’s concubus.” you said sitting up.

“But you’re a mortal?” questioned the vampire.

“Always read the fine print when you make a deal with the devil.” you mumbled. “Now, has the master sent you here for me to please you? All of you?” you said moving to sit on your knees.

“The devil imprisoned you as a concubus to serve him?” the vampire asked.

“No, he imprisoned me to serve his guests… Tell me fangs, how do you like it?” you said, leaning towards him with a seductive smile.

“That’s awful.” Karlach said not even realizing it slipped out.

“The devil isn’t a good guy? I’m shocked.” you said sarcastically.

“If you can help us, we can save you.” said the githyanki in the back of the group.

You quirked your eyebrow, wondering if this was a test from Raphael. Whatever the punishment would be for even saying you wanted to leave was enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I am not allowed to leave.” you said, pointing to the chain around your ankle that kept you bound to the bed.

The adventurers eyed each other, unsure of what to do exactly. “The Orphic Hammer is in the archive, say “give me my heart's desire” and take it… quick before he comes back.”

Everyone nodded and started to run towards the archive, leaving you on the cold bed. Everyone except a certain vampire. He shook his head at the door, eyeing you before running back over to you. You watched him in stunned silence as he quickly made work of the complex lock chaining you to the bed.

“What are you doing? You’re wasting your time.” you whispered to him.

“I was locked in sexual servitude for 200 years, call me soft for not wanting to leave you in the same state.” said the vampire as the final click of the lock snapped.

“I haven’t been free of that chain in 100 years…” you whispered while silent tears fell from your eyes.

Astarion looked at you confused, “Human, but not mortal?”

You laughed out breathily. “Raphael keeps what’s his forever. He made me eternally youthful so his guests would be… eternally entertained.”

“How long?” he asked, afraid to know the answer.

“What year is it?” you asked, trying to give an accurate calculation.

“1490” he said quickly.

“Really?... I’ve been down here for 700 years… that is… um…” you felt your chest fill with dread. Everything and everyone you knew was gone. You were truly and completely alone.

“I don’t mean to be insensitive to what you’re going through right now but maybe we can sulk back at camp once we’ve escaped the hells?” he asked, standing you up and grabbing you random clothes he found strewn on the floor.

“Thank you…” you said. You felt detached from your body, your eyes had tunnel vision and you felt weak.

“Astarion,” he said.

“Thank you Astarion.” you nodded gently.

“Astarion! We have company!” the tiefling yelled from the door, holding the hammer.

“Stay here, you can’t fight.” Astarion said, rushing the door. You followed him, grabbing his arm before he made the door. He could see it in your eyes. Fear. “I will come back for you as soon as Raphael is dead. I swear it.” he said.

Your grip on him loosened. All you could do was trust him. He left and you heard a never ending commotion from down the hall. You looked around the room searching for one specific thing, you knew Raphael wouldn’t throw away something so valuable, you just had to find it. You tried to open the opulent chest in the corner of the room, Raphael had chained you to the bed because you so much as touched the chest 100 years ago.

“Looking for something little mouse?” said Haarlep from the doorway. He looked ravishing as always and a sinister smile graced his face.

You rushed to him and hugged him immediately. Haarlep had been your one comfort in the House of Hope. When Raphael found that you and Haarlep were friends he moved Haarlep to a separate room just for them. That was 300 years ago, you hadn’t seen him since.

He held you tightly. You two were bonded on a level not many could say they were. He understood your pain, and you understood his. He had been enduring it long before you had but you weren’t from the hells. You were some poor paladin who made a deal to save their lover… only for said lover to abandon you with Raphael. You were a beauty, that was undeniable. Raphael found a use for you in his demented little home.

“It’s time for me to go.” you said, holding his face.

He didn’t want you to leave, but he knew this place was not for you. He wanted you to be able to live life, you couldn’t do that here. “I suppose it is.” he smiled sadly at you. He enchanted the chest, unlocking it. There, in all its glory, was the armor you arrived in. Hell Dusk armor. With a snap of Haarlep’s fingers you adorned your armor. You felt powerful, your oath was long broken but you felt the power of the dark. It warmed you like an old friend.

“Goodbye little mouse.” Haarlep said, caressing your cheek. You smiled up at him, both of you feeling the weight of this bittersweet moment.

“Leave with me?” you begged him.

Astarion rushed back into the room, “We have to leave now.” he said, barely acknowledging the devil.

“Go little mouse. My place is here.” Haarlep adorned your neck with a necklace, the flick of his wrist poofing it into place. It was an infernal marble tied with a simple string. “Come tell me about your adventures in a few hundred years.” he said, smoothing his thumbs over your never ending tears. You nodded quickly, placing a quick kiss to his lips. Astarion grabbed your hand and started to lead you out.

“Keep them safe.” was all Haarlep said to Astarion before disappearing into a cloud of black smoke.

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You escaped the hells and followed the adventurers to their camp. Everyone introduced themselves on the way. You noticed that Astarion hadn’t let your hand go yet, despite danger no longer being imminent. When you got to camp, you stayed with him. Feeling a sort of… comfort with him since he is the only one who stayed with you.

Astarion was soft towards you, surprising even himself. All he could hear in his head was you saying 700. Living over twice as long as he had, he can’t imagine how Raphael had abused you. It broke his undead heart. He felt a sense of responsibility towards you. To protect you and care for you and show you the world might not be so bad. To guide you. Nobody had helped him and it was miserable. He was broken out of his trance by the sound of your armor being taken off. He looked at you, watching layer upon layer fade away. He saw the various scars that adorned your body. What in the hells had been done to you?

“Everyone had different pleasurable appetites in the hells… I had to indulge them.” you said running your fingers over some of your more lengthy and prominent scars.

Astarion gently held his hand out to you, afraid that if he touched you first in this moment you might recoil. He was shocked when you took his hand and kissed his palm.

“Thank you…. for saving me. You didn’t have to. I’ll be useful to your team and fiercely loyal to you of course. Whatever you want of me, consider it yours.” Your eyes grew distant. He knew that look, he had worn it for 200 years. You were waiting for him to use you, your body specifically.

Astarion pulled his hand away from you and gave you some loose fitting clothes. “You belong to yourself. You’re free now, you decide what happens to you.” You held the clothes but didn’t move.

“Strange to be free. The hells were home for 700 years. Everything I’ve ever known of this world has changed.” You spoke aloud, unsure if Astarion cared enough to listen.

“You miss your lover?” Astarion said inquisitively.

“Lover?” You asked confused.

Astarion pointed to your necklace, the infernal marble felt warm in your hand. “Haarlep wasn’t my lover, he was my friend. My only friend… Raphael… made us do things together for the entertainment of his guests… but we weren’t lovers. We were equals, stuck in the same awful predicament. He was always good to me.” You trailed off softly, missing Haarlep immensely.

Astarion understood, he felt as if you and him were connected purely through the trauma others had inflicted upon you both.

“I’m sorry… I know this must all be difficult but, you’re here now. Relatively safe, with somewhat normal companions. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.” He said, secretly hoping you’d stay.

“If I stay, can I stay near you?” You asked uneasy.

“I don’t see why not, you haven’t proven burdensome yet.” He said with his eternal smirk present.

You smiled. Today was full of more smiles than the past 100 years. “Then I’ll stay.”

Hello lovelies! I hope you're all doing well :) here is another fic, I think I might try to put one more out before work on Monday. Maybe this one could become a series if y'all like it that much? Idk I'm just doing my own thing until I get requests.... Thanks you for the likes, comments, reblogs, and motivation! Stay safe out there ilysm <3

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arminthada · 10 months ago

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Compilation post of my favorite Nadao actors (Nonkul Chanon, JJ Krissanapoom, Tor Thanapob) & Bright Rapheephong giving some interview answers on why they decided to star in queer/LGBTQ+ coded series/roles, some of their takes on being in BL (Y)/Queer series.

note: if you find this post familiar, it's because i've posted this on Reddit before. reposting here for archival purposes

TOR THANAPOB

Tor Thanapob interview in April 2023 when being asked about starring in Midnight Museum (a queer-coded GMMTV series) - (translation by infinitygraph_)

Tor: I think nowadays we should stop talking about gender. It doesn't mean that I have to act with women all the time or I can't act with men at all. I feel that I have proved to everyone that, work is work, and everything is about art. Even my team who are staying with me all the time has all kind of sexualities. It's not strange if someday we want to try telling story of other sexualities that we feel that we might be able to help them telling. If you ask me if today I am like that, today I might not, but I have a chance to understand them more, so I want to do it. Q: Is it because of the spoiler that [Midnight Museum] might be a series Y (BL)? Tor: Nothing to do with it. I tell you, sincerely, it has nothing to do with the spoiler. I just want to say that you don't have to overthink about it because nothing is fixed. Actors are actors. These days there are some award shows don't divide genders into categories anymore. I think this is a great step. Actresses also don't have to act with men all the time, they can act with women. And they both being the main characters Right. Because not all the main characters from every project have to come with the word 'love'. Even if there's 'love', there're many kinds of love. It's up to the audience what kind of feeling they have. Do they feel the same as me or they even feel more than I do? Q: So that means these days you can accept the work without any limit about what you are, which genders... Everything is about the story/script-writing? Tor: Right. I admit that I was afraid before. I wasn't afraid about my image, I was afraid that I would tell the story without understanding it, because I didn't have any experience at all. But at some point I found the chance to be more open-minded, brave to act it out all the way, such as Midnight Museum...

Tor's Vogue Interview in February 2024 on Spare Me Your Mercy as another important milestone as an actor (all translation by saltymarbles on twitter)

Tor: As for Euthanasia, I’ve been interested in it just from its name. If we were to go back in time to the period of the Prime Ministerial elections last year, there was some talk regarding the laws about euthanasia. As such, I know the meaning of it but if I had to explain it, I wouldn’t dare to because I don’t know that deeply about it. Tor: Up to the day that this drama happens, the owner of this project told me he wanted to set this question before anything changed in society: ‘Actually, are humans capable of choosing their death?’. Tor: This question shot through the core of my brain and immediately, i was like: ‘I need to tell this story’. And the role that he hoped to give me also served that function too. It’s a character which sets up the question of ‘what is right?’.(t/n: "this question" likely refers to a more philosophical kind of question regarding morality which asks what does being ‘correct’ mean — what is ‘objective morality’ (if it exists)) Tor: Do the people who are really suffering have the right to ask to leave? (t/n: "leave" is just a polite way of saying die (Thai people usually don’t use directly use the word die when talking about humans, usually use a more polite way like how we say ‘passed away’ or ‘xyz has left us’) Tor: Thus I decided to play along with knowing that the timeline of Euthanasia will remain with one in a hundred (people), so I like shades of the polar opposite. If the first story is navy blue, the other will be red — not close at all.

NONKUL CHANON

Nonkul's response to the question “If you have a chance, would you consider playing in a BL series? If accepted, who do you to co-act with?” in a Facebook Q&A video in 2021

Nonkul: If that series is an interesting storyline for me, I am always open to any kind of genre. I never categorized BL series as an BL series, I just think of it as a series with another plot as part of my work. It is a normal series that can have any of the plots which I will categorize as Romantic Comedy, Drama or whatever. Thus, when I choose the BL series I want to work with, the love preference of the character does not affect my decision. If the plot of the series is interesting, of course I’m gonna do it for sure. Every work that I chose, I personally think it at least enjoyable for me. Of course, if in the future, there are BL series with plots that I find interesting, that I enjoyed the script. “Like, wow, that’s my type!”, I will definitely selected it to be my future project. A good written series is a good series. This is what I believe as an actor. For BL Series, I think I can work with everyone. I don’t think I have anyone in particular. One thing! I desire the character of that person/actor? to be close to the character in the series. At that point I will be satisfied. Sometimes, I as an actor have a chance to work with people who don't have a lot of acting experience. I will still discover something new from him as well. And there is a BL novel which I really like! [Nonkul explains the plot of his favorite BL Novel ‘Peremo’] I would prefer to choose the “heroine” role because it will be a new experience for me as an actor because it will be a new experience for me as an actor. Because basically I only play as a hero role for the main character or support character in my work, but a “heroine” role in a BL series is the only chance for me to play a character more feminine. So it is a new experience for me. [Nonkul continues raving about 'Peremo’]. But if you think that you can make [an adaptation of Peremo], please do not forget me, Nonkul! Pleaseeeeeeee, I will do my best, I promise!!! However, I’m not only fixated on this novel. I’m also open for many more BL series if there is an interesting plot.

Nonkul's response to being ask if he's worried about filming NC scenes in IFYLITA (translation by saltymarbles)

Nonkul: I have to say when I had finished reading [the novel] and it’s made me want to act (in this series). I am probably worried more about the CG because if it’s a fantasy story with time travel, if the CG isn’t good, people will feel that it’s ‘off’. Because CG is something we don’t know anything about until we see the final product. One of the reasons that I accepted this role is because for some series, when I’ve read (the script/novel) for homework, I don’t accept them because there are some scenes that are forced in just for the sake of fan service. And I’m not really into that. If it’s a natural NC scene, then I’m not bothered. I’m a person who places a lot of importance on the story in series making sense. So to me, if an NC scene is reasonable, I won’t be bothered by it. But if it seems forced, I’m not into it. It’s important to show human-ness.

Two clips of Nonkul being asked what he thinks about doing NC scenes in IFYLITA (Clip 1 and Clip 2). Nonkul said that he places great importance on the character's actions. If an NC scene is reasonable he wouldn't mind but would if it's not reasonable. For Nonkul, understanding character is very important, especially for himself as an actor. Nonkul also said previously he had rejected some BL series offers because he can feel when NC scenes are put in just for fan service, which is also a reason why Nonkul accepted to play Jom in IFYLITA is because the love scenes are natural and make sense.

JJ KRISSANAPOOM aka JAYLERR

JJ's interview in February 2024 on Spare Me Your Mercy and his chemistry with Tor (translation by saltymarbles)

JJ: The pilot of ‘Euthanasia’ has been received well since the novel has many fans already who are excited about it. JJ & Tor are similarly excited and are committed to doing their best. The chemistry between Tor & JJ need not be questioned according to JJ since they are already close with each other. The series is in the phase of pre-production currently.

One of my favorite fictional characters of ALL TIME (not just in Thai or BL series) has got to be Tangmo from Great Men Academy (2019) (the series that a lot of BL audience refused to admit it's a queer series). The character Tangmo (played by Jaylerr) was questioned by the press about his gay crush on the protagonist: "Do you think being gay affect your chance of winning the competition?" to which his reply was a stellar "Well then let me ask you something, Does being gay make my good deeds meaningless?"

This isn't the first time JJ has played a queer role, JJ has played a gay character in TWO seasons of the LGBTQ+ series Diary of Tootsies (2016 and 2017). JJ plays Gus, the love interest of the main character.

So even though many BL fans consider Spare Me Your Mercy to be JJ's "first" BL series (which I don't agree with this strict interpretation of BL series), it is definitely not his first QL (Queer Love) series nor queer-adjacent roles as shown through out his filmography.

It is also noteworthy that even during the airing of these series, JJ was already in a public relationship with his fellow actress girlfriend Thanaerng (who has also played sapphic roles). You can see that the real life relationship of JJ or Thanaerng do not influence how/what projects they take on because work is just work :D

BRIGHT RAPHEEPHONG (all translation by saltymarbles on twitter)

Bright at Mono29 Lineup event

Bright: I think that, as I’ve previously said, BL series are just like other ordinary series or movies. Like IFYLITA can be changed to be said to be more like a period drama. I feel that BL is just about two people loving each other, not about whether it’s about male-male or female-male. This series is a period drama and it’s a romantic comedy and the other series is an action drama.

Bright's Interview with LIPS Magazine

Q: What if one day, we’re sucked in by the ship? Bright: I think fans in this day and age don’t need actors to do fan service to that extent. For myself, I’ve never intended for it to be the foundation (of his work). I think it’s a matter of being partners and working together. As such, it’s somewhat good in every aspect because it’s not forcing it. But in some moments, there may some actions that may just be the result of being friends. So even if fans ship, it’s cute to me. (smiles) Q: Do you feel a sense of “newness” stepping into a full-fledged BL? Bright: I feel that BL series are another branch of acting. I don’t think of it as being a specific form of male to male communication. It’s just another type of series just like action dramas, comedy etc, it’s just another kind of role that we can play.

Bright's Interview with Praew Magazine

Q: How is it working with Nonkul? Bright: Nonkul is a person who already does a good job at his work. He does his homework and he is also good at delivering and receiving emotions when on set. It isn’t just Nonkul who is great but the other characters in this series too, this includes P’Tee, the director. We can always talk about ideas which made the work even better. If asked whether entering the scenes with Nonkul made me shy, I would say that BL series are just another branch (of acting), it is just another role. I don't think that when acting with another man, that there’s a need to feel anything. I feel that it’s just another form of work. Another thing is that our workshops were very complete. When we work together I know what level and extent I can go to, what I should do and also trying my best in how I should feel. Thus, I felt at ease working together.

Bright’s Interview with NineEntertain

Q: Are you happy to do “ship” activities like this? Bright: I feel that if there’s an opportunity with regards to being an actor, I don’t want to be stuck in ships like this. I accepted this role with the status of an actor and I want to accept various roles too. It doesn’t always need to be BL or a specific kind of series. I will have another series next year which is ordinary boy-girl relationship and not a BL series. I feel that BL series are just another category of series — not like BL series are just BL series. It’s another category like action, romcom, or drama. It’s just another category. Q: There is still the possibility of coming to act as per usual. (unclear of what the interviewer said) Bright: I feel that with every work opportunity, it’s more about the script and storyline of the work that I were to accept. For example, I accepted the role of Khun Yai in IFYLITA as i felt that it was a script that was suitable for me. I didn’t think of it as “oh it’s a BL series, I need to accept it” because to be honest, I have been contacted for various BL series but because [IFYLITA] storyline is really good, I wanted to try acting in it. Q: What is the difficulty of acting in BL as an actor? Bright: I feel like there isn’t any difference compared to regular series. I feel that when two men love each other or kiss, I don’t think of it as (me and) a man, I think of it more as each of the characters or persons. Q: Does that affect the trend of being a ship? Bright: Hmm… Actually I am not able to answer that because I feel like it depends on people’s perspectives. Because some people may prefer that (an actor) has a (onscreen) gf/bf but some people may be upset about it. I feel like the trend depends on the people’s perspectives as people have different ways of thinking (about it). I think that I am open to listening to all different opinions on this. I feel that working (in this industry), you should be able to explore different things and you should not be fixed in one thing. We need to continue moving onto the next thing. I feel that Non has his own work and I also have my own work, and other actors too have their own upcoming work. It doesn’t mean that coming to act in IFYLITA means that you stay in IFYLITA forever. Q: Some may feel that it’s sad their their ship is coming to an end and that they are gonna work with different people. Bright: Actually, there are still some upcoming pair events but as I’ve said earlier, everyone needs to continue to do their own duties as an actor. Q: What if people change their minds about shipping your ship in the future? Bright: I think it’s a normal thing. I feel that when someone (likes us), they also like our work. I feel like our fanclub likes both Yai and Jom, and they also like Bright and Non. They like the characters and that Bright and Non play these characters and they so they like us at this point. I feel like people who came to like us are also fans of other people. I feel that they are a source of encouragement for me when they like me but I am also glad if they meet someone new or support another person. I feel happy when they come to meet me and if they’re happy when they meet other (celebs), it’s a good thing for them. If there’s a new person, an older person, a regular person or a person they just met that they are happy to meet, I feel that it’s nothing to be stressed about. Let’s say a fan comes and likes me and is following my work and there’s someone new who enters and they like their work, I am glad for them to go support that other person because that person can bring happiness to the fan.

Wow, I really got carried away with this compilation but as a fan who's followed Nonkul, JJ and Tor since their Nadao days, watching them star in queer-coded series/roles like Bangrak Soi 9/1, Hormones, Diary of Tootsies, Great Men Academy... (or in Bright's case a gay character in lakorn Rivalry), I'm just so proud that they have been able to receive "BL" series script offers that they would like to take on.

I've never sat well with the difference in the treatment of the press to "BL actors" and "non-BL actors". I wish there weren't such a distinction because it feels like the notion itself holds a lot of prejudices baggage with it, to both "BL" and "non-BL" actors. To quote a friend on Reddit, "I believe most actors would feel more fulfilled if they knew their fans loved/respected them as individual artists, instead of only seeing them as one part of a unit whose value is lower when 'separated' from their official partner."

#nonkul chanon #jj krissanapoom #tor thanapob #bright rapheephong #spare me your mercy #jaylerr #i feel you linger in the air #forfive #userspring #userrain #usertoptaps #great men academy #midnight museum #bl actors #bl series #thaimedia #boyslovesource #long post #my writings #less writing more like me archiving interview quotes i love #i wanna add up poompat and poom phuripan in this as well but mayhaps another day another post #i said i would add jamfilm stuff too if i had time but i never got around to digging their stuff #im sure film thanapat has had a lot of questions abt deciding to act in a bl series #similar to the way jes was asked that question recently since he was announced to be part of 4 minutes cast #film. nonkul. jes. tor “acclaimed lakorn actor -> high quality full fledge bl productions” pipeline is so real #SON YUKE NEXT!

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autismprotocol · 1 year ago

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TMAG Theory Board Update (EP 11-12)

Hi guys sorry about the late posting I've just started a new quarter of college and its been pretty hectic. also got into my school design BFA program so pretty stoked about that! Anyways lets get into the Episode Breakdowns because even though not a lot of lore related things happened I still have a lot to talk about

For the breakdown I'll separate each by episode in sequential order

What Happened in Episode 11: Marked

Celias Rude Awakening- we jump right into the weirdness straight away with Celia waking up on the side of the interstate. she indicates that this is not a weird occurrence and ends the scene by telling someone named Jack that she's "on her way." If you remember episode 8 after Celia and Sam talk to Gerry and Gertrude, she mentions stuff about wanting help with her own mystery. When Sam asks about it she says she's looking into Time travel, other dimentions and teleportation. Many people have theorized that maybe Celia is just a super heavy sleepwalker, but I think the she teleports random places out of nowhere. This could be a side effect of her reality hopping if this Celia is originally from The archives universe.

As for the identity of Jack I'm not quite sure about that yet. I cross referenced the name Jack with past episodes of TMA. The only thing that came up was Jack Barnabas from the statement about dating Agnes Montague (aka an avatar of the desolation and Jesus-like figure for the cult of the lightless flame) So Unless Celia is secretly Agnes of Agnes reincarnated , I can't find any way to link Barnabas to Celia. (if anyone has a theory feel free to send it my way.)

Sam Lore- this one is pretty minor story-wise but I thought it was interesting. Before the statement for the episode is presented we get some classic Sam and Alice Banter ™ most of it is pretty lighthearted but I noticed Sam mention something that could indicate he might be an amputee.

These could not mean anything and I find it weird that it hasn't been mentioned until now but thought it was kind of cool and I will probably be drawing sam with a prothetic leg in the future cause I really like this head-canon. It also begs to question if he is missing a leg. it might have anything to do with his past as a Magnus institute test subject but then again could just be a fun character detail added by Jonny and/or Alex .

The Statement- Getting into the statement we get another Ink5oul appearance. Also possible Ink5oul identifying as she/they. (and lets be honest being a fear avatar is pretty non binary core). I found this Episode gave me a feeling of a hybrid between the Vast, Buried and the Flesh some people are theorizing that is might be a new entity called the Deep but I think that the fear of the ocean could easily apply to the vast or buried. Not much to say about this story though pretty standard Magnus horror that also gave us a hint to what Ink5oul's goal could be/which entity they serve.

Post Bonzo- Gwen has a debrief with Lena after her first Externals Liason assignment and her meeting with Mr. Bonzo. Undoubtedly Gwen is still pretty shaken from her encounter, even arriving late to work due to sleeplessness. Gwen is able to ask Lena a few questions mainly she wanted to know who's name was written on the letter given to Bonzo

Lena is largely unhelpful but tells Gwen she should have worked it out by now and if not to pay close attention to the case load for the next couple of days. before the latest episode my guess was Klaus because that is the only person mentioned so far that the OIAR intends to kill. but more on that later

Marked- Now were getting to my favorite thing about this episode. This episode title can have two meanings. The first is the more literal interpretation. Tattoos are marking of the body and the case this episode was all about tattoos so easily a good name would be marked. But I believe this is a red herring meant to misguide listeners who have not consumed all 200 episodes of TMA because if you know the world of Magnus Archives the term Marked takes on a entirely different meaning.

In TMA the term marked is used to indicate that somebody has been influenced by one or more or the fears and are one their way to becoming an Avatar. I think this could be a coded way to tell the audience someone in the OIAR has been marked. I have two potential candidates

Alice Dyer- Alice has been having dreams about the Institute after her and Sam's adventure into the ruins. also she mentions feeling like someone's watching her (common to people influenced or fed upon by the Ceaseless Watcher/The Eye) My guess if she is marked it would be by the Eye.

Gwendolyn Bouchard: Probably the most likely culprit. The main way an entitly tends to mark people is through encounters with other avatars. Gwen has just had an encounter with Mr Bonzo last episode who I strongly believe must be an avatar of some sort.

What Happened in Episode 12: Getting Off

Aww Sam!!- Sam asked Celia out and it was adorably awkward. not much to say I just loved this interaction and I'm longing for a new Magnus brand office romance hopefully is wont be an agonizing slowburn that ends tragically like a certain pair of morons from Archives (I love you Jon and Martin but Jesus christ)

It's Bonzo time bitches!!- Probably one of the most gruesome Magnus statement I've ever listened to (good work Alex) Mr Bonzo completely annihilated some poor dude at his bachelor party. Based on the date of the Incident the I can confidently say that whoever Baz (the groom) was he was our mystery person the OIAR sent Mr Bonzo to get rid of. Along with some of the bloodiest imagery we learned a few things about Bonzo. The most interesting detail is that Bonzo has to be summoned by playing his theme song I think the CD of his theme song acts somewhat like the tapes did in TMA by materialising out of nowhere. Also fun fact you know that torn seam that is right down Bonzo's middle? that is actually is his mouth lined with rows sharp teeth so I guess I know that now (so fun) Moral of the story dont f*ck with Mr. Bonzo

Alice knows something: Theres been this recurring audio glitch throughout TMAGP thatnks to a few extremly observent fans we have started to relize that these glitches are not at all random and are actually letting the audience know when a character is lying (i actually reposted somones deepdive into all the istances of this glitch so far if you guys are intrested in knowing more) why i bring this up now is becuase since we know when any charater is lying we also know when they are being truthful if there is no glitch when they say somthing and at the end of this episode this interaction occurs

Alice goes ahead and makes a joke about this to annoy Gwen but the fact theres no audio glitch when she says "I know" means she does actually know who is behind the OIAR and is activly refusing to share it with Gwen or the others. What do you know Alice!?

and that's about it im already loving these next batch of episodes and am so excited to learn more (ERROR has to show up somtime )

thanks to everyone who resonded the poll on the last update I will continue to include drawings into the breakdown even if it takes me a little bit of time to post. anyways I wrote this all in one sitting and I'm about ready to pass out so thanks again and the ask box and comments are always open for discussion and theory crafting.

-Echo

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myfavouritelunatic · 24 days ago

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Put Yourself in My Power

Hello friends, it's been awhile hehe. And I'm back on the Sauron x Mirdania train! This time instead of Annatar however, it is Halbrand who snares our sweet summer child Mirdania.

I wrote this at the lovely urging of @hellofeanor and I am so glad I did! I hope you above all enjoy this one!

Summary: Mirdania finds herself quickly fascinated by this stranger named Halbrand.

And her fascination is returned in kind, with the elf blissfully unaware of just who has ensnared her.

(aka Mirdania, you in danger girl!)

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: SMUT. And manipulation. Sauron being Sauron, you know.

😈🖤😈🖤😈

“Lord Celebrimbor regrets to inform you he is unable to grant you entry.” Declared Mirdania, hoping to be done with this stranger quickly. “Mightn’t I speak with him directly?” The man replied, smiling amiably. He was attractive for someone of his ilk, but she was not going to let that distract her from her task. “”My lord is occupied.” She responded, a white lie. “But he wishes you good fortune on your journey.” Celebrimbor could very well make time for this stranger, but the truth was, he did not desire to see him at all.

“Are you asking me to leave?” The man countered, his smirk barely faltering. Mirdania was taken aback but did not hesitate to reply. “The Lord of Eregion is asking you.” Funny, his choice of wording. A feeling of importance suddenly washed over her, though it quickly faded with the stranger’s next words.

“Perhaps I’ll just wait here. In case he changes his mind.”

He began tending to his horse, and as he turned his back slightly to her, Mirdania noticed the bloody wounds on his back. The man appeared to have suffered great torture. This unsettled her. When she quickly realised she was not getting anywhere, Mirdania left the man to his devices, heading to Celebrimbor to report what transpired between them.

She walked away from the conversation changed. Unable to get the image of the stranger out of her mind. His smile full of warmth, his charm of a humble low man, it was meant to endear him to her. Put her at ease.

It only did the opposite.

She didn’t know if it was because he had shown disrespect to Lord Celebrimbor for refusing his request to depart, or if it was something else altogether. Whatever it happened to be, she knew there was something false about him.

She felt it.

Mirdania then found herself for the next few hours, atop the balcony, watching the stranger from a distance. As if he might do something untoward. But then, her curiosity switched to fascination. True to his word, he waited. Just him and his horse, by the gate. He spoke not to the guards beside him, nor did he try to grab the attention of any nearby elf as a means to gain entry. She couldn’t help but find it odd.

Lord Celebrimbor had explained to her that he promised the Lady Galadriel he would never treat with this man again. None of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain knew why, and Mirdania did not wish to question her greatest teacher.

She simply watched, hoping to find her own answers.

All she found was his eyes on her.

Later that night, more had changed.

Celebrimbor had granted the man, named Halbrand, entry to Ost-in-Edhil. Bringing him inside from the storm, he asked Mirdania to wait on the man, bringing him a towel, some ale, and a bowl of stew fresh from the pot. She did as asked.

When she brought it to him, Celebrimbor was out of sight, and it only served to worsen her doubts. Though as if the stranger could hear her thoughts, Halbrand spoke. “He’s gone to see if Lindon has sent word ahead of my arrival. Of the rings.” “Yes, he did think it odd there had been no communication yet from the High King.” Mirdania responded, passing him the bowl and goblet. Halbrand’s fingers brushed hers as the utensils passed hands.

Something unnameable shot through her body. She had to take a breath to steady herself. Halbrand noticed. “Is everything well, Lady…?” “Mirdania.” “Mirdania.” Halbrand repeated back to her, sending another wave of the unknown through to her fëa. It had been so long since someone of the common tongue had uttered her name. And yet for some reason, hearing him speak it, was as if it was the first time anyone had even dared to utter it. She couldn’t help but like the way it made her feel. She was liking the way he was making her feel. And all he had done was see and speak with her, ever so briefly.

It was almost enough to quell the ill feeling he had initially caused in her. She did not like it.

“Thank you for this supper.” He took a swig of his ale, her eyes unable to look away. Mirdania coughed, trying to snap herself out of the stupor he had put her in. “No need to thank me, I was only doing as Lord Celebrimbor instructed. Now if you’ll excuse—”

“Stay, have a drink with me. I’m sure Celebrimbor won’t mind. We are great friends, he and I. Allies. You have nothing to fear.” “I’m not afraid.” Mirdania spoke, defiant against the instincts he was driving out of her. “You needn’t lie to me. It’s alright. Put yourself at ease and have some wine.” “I shouldn’t.”

She wanted to.

“Pour Celebrimbor a glass as well, I am certain he’ll wish to celebrate when he learns all I have to tell him.” “Then I am correct in assuming the power of the rings has staved off the fading?” “It has. Lindon is more beautiful than ever. The light of the Eldar is strong.” Mirdania was puzzled. “You speak strange for a low man.” “Let us say I have spent my fair share of time amongst the elves. Well, around one in particular anyway.” She couldn’t help herself. “Who?” “Lady Galadriel. She and I…” Halbrand’s voice trailed off, and his mossy eyes became saddened.

Mirdania was uncertain how to approach him. She couldn’t help but feel a desire to comfort him. But she did not move, the remnants of her doubt holding her fast. So she used her words instead.

“What happened, Lord Halbrand?” “She cast me out. Just as I knew she would.” “May I ask why?” Her curiosity increased with every passing moment. “Forgive me if I am being too forward.” She spoke, bashful, when he hesitated to answer. “It is I who should be forgiven. The wounds are still so fresh. I can… still feel them weeping, as if my tears were as blood.”

She sensed a darkness in him now. Whatever had transpired between them must have been deep, life altering. Mirdania searched his eyes for the feeling he was holding on to, as he thought about Galadriel. And then he said it.

“She rejected me, Mirdania. I only sought to bind ourselves together, to help unite elves and men. In hopes of fostering peace… and love.” “Did you… did you ask for her hand in marriage?” She was shocked. He laughed softly, but its warmth didn’t reach his eyes. He was avoiding admittance. “Halbrand—” “I hadn’t intended it to come across in such a way, but perhaps my heart betrayed me.”

Mirdania shifted closer to him, kneeling at his side. She placed a tender touch upon his leg and gazed up at him in pity. “Did you know she was already married? You know our customs I assume? Given you say you’ve spent so much time among us.” “She never spoke of it. But the way she reacted… told me all.” “Elves and men… only tragedy awaits their binding.” “And yet… my love is unstoppable. I believe it to be worth the great price of my short life.”

Emotions began to swirl and grow within the elf as she took in Halbrand’s romantic sentiments. He seemed to her eyes now, a man of nobility and honour. His fair appearance ensuring her transfixion. Kind yet sad eyes and a handsome face, as tall as the men of the sea. Mirdania couldn’t look away from him any longer. He had won her over completely. She wanted to help him, to ease his pain.

Without realising, Halbrand had placed his hand atop her own. When she noticed it, she gasped, feeling her heart begin to race. Looking back up at him, his sadness had diminished, and he was looking down at her now with a kind of… want. No one had ever looked at her like this before. No elf and certainly not any man. A shyness came over Mirdania then and she recoiled from him, heading for the door.

“Forgive me, I must be getting to other matters.” “What other matters are there?” Halband spoke low, his voice coated in something unfamiliar yet pleasing to her ears. She heard him rise from his seat and move towards her, but she did not stop. Nor did she turn around. This was too much, it was all too much. She had to escape him and more importantly, her desires.

“Halbrand, I cannot–” He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her around to face him, the door too many paces out of reach. “Please, Mirdania. You cannot set this fire and leave it to burn.” “Whatever do you mean?” “You’ve stirred my soul. Enchanted me. Captivated me. To do so in only a few short moments means you are so very… precious.” “All I did was offer you comfort. Kind ears with which to listen.” “You did much more than that.”

He entwined their fingers. Heat radiated through his skin, so warm, she could feel the fire he was speaking of. The spark within her bloomed into flame. Halbrand cupped her face with his free hand. Mirdania did not resist. “It lives in me, it breathes in me because you willed it so. I see it in you. What you desire and what you wish to give to me that she could not.” “She?” “Cease lying to yourself, Mirdania.” Halbrand moved slowly, giving the elf nowhere to go except back against the stone wall behind her. “Let me in. Let each of our flames burn as one. Only you can ease my heart, my suffering. I beg you. I will submit to you. If only to feel… that which I have been denied so long…”

Her breath joined her heart in tandem, racing and rushing, sending her body into a frenzy. She gazed up at Halbrand, towering over her, enclosing her in his grasp. Surely she could refuse him? He is only a man after all, and a guest of Eregion, nothing more. If he did anything untoward, Celebrimbor would be sure to cast him out, for good this time.

Celebrimbor… where is Lord Celebrimbor? Surely he would have returned from the mailers by now?

But the longer she looked at Halbrand, taking in all the man he was, she saw hope in him and felt his hunger. Hunger for her. Might she doom herself in binding to this mortal being? Or would it be worth it just to feel all that he is desperate to give her? A kind of power she had never known, or never dreamt she would have as a humble smith.

What exactly was Halbrand offering her?

Her curiosity took the lure, and he pulled her under.

“On your knees then, Lord Halbrand.” She spoke in a voice unfamiliar to herself, soft yet commanding, acquiring the taste. He did so without fanfare, betraying no sign of victory. He only knelt before her in supplication, looking up at her now with wonder and awaiting her next words.

“I’ve always wondered,” Mirdania began, a newfound confidence surging through her. “What this gown would look like with a slit in it. Would you care to show me?” “Of course.” Halbrand acquiesced, taking the soft green fabric and using his strength, he tore it open, ripping it from the hem upward in a precise line. Just as she’d imagined. She felt the air against her bared leg, and yearned instantly for Halbrand to touch it.

Once again he proved to her how in tune they were, being as if inside her mind, and he ran his large hands atop her pale skin. Mirdania couldn’t help but twitch, and this only worsened the higher he got, until he neared the apex between her thighs, only to shift his touch downward again. She sighed and looked down at Halbrand, who was completely transfixed by her, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes alight and so keenly aware of what she was letting him do. He carried the look of someone who could not believe their circumstances.

“That is… much better… is it not, Halbrand?” “I am inclined to agree. Your skin… is so… soft.” He whispered into her flesh as he began to press his lips to her, in all the spaces he could reach. Though he did not rush, he went slow and with reverence. Like he was a man worshipping his god. Mirdania liked this, the sight of it setting a twisted smile on her face. It was intoxicating, this power. She was so glad he had given it to her.

Halbrand nestled closer to her, between her legs, underneath the now curtain of her gown. He kissed up and up and up, and this time he did not come back down. She felt him gasp against her, his hot breath causing her to jolt sharply, but this was soon quelled by his hands sliding to her rear, and his mouth upon her most sensitive of places.

“Oh!” Mirdania cried out, her head rolling back along with her eyes, as she felt Halbrand’s tongue work with the skill she knew he possessed. He devoured her in all the ways she wanted him to, and she started to wonder if the fire they both carried might cause her to truly combust. She felt as if she was about to fall apart at the seams, becoming something new entirely in the process. The way his mouth moved against her was more than any of the joys she had known thus far in life. In fact it was all of them, all at once, wrapped up in the curling, swirling, and lapping of his tongue against her now sopping wetness.

She brushed aside her dress, widening the tear. She needed to see him, she needed to watch every move he was making, witness how his lips and her sex glistened in the candle light. His eyes were on hers before she even pulled back the fabric. Like Halbrand was waiting for her. Mirdania then grabbed the back of his head, his auburn hair between her fingers, and she began to grind herself against him. He moaned into her, in a sound that almost sounded like a wolf’s growl, and he nipped at her folds, responding to her insistence that the pace be quickened.

Mirdania felt herself ascending to some untold glory. It was blinding and all consuming. She felt like an incredible being, one bestowed with such immaculate gifts, all created for the purpose of her pleasure. Halbrand was giving himself over to her, and she knew he would not rest until she experienced the heights of euphoria and beyond.

In a matter of moments she reached it, she saw it. An explosion spreading divine devastation through each tiny morsel of her body. It terrified her and thrilled her all at once, taking her breath away and replacing it with wave after wave of ecstasy. She sang with a scream of pure unbridled joy, clinging to Halbrand, her last attempt to make purchase in this world, her only tether to bring her back from where she had sailed off to.

He slowed himself and guided her gently down to earth, before freeing his mouth and smiling for the sight of her completely undone above him. Using what little strength remained in her, Mirdania carefully shifted herself to the stone floor and laid herself upon the cool surface, the fire extinguished. She couldn’t move, and nor did she need to.

Halbrand laid beside her and brushed her blonde hair away from her face, revealing her flushed cheeks. She was gasping. His lips were still covered in her sweetness, and he seemed to have no desire to clean himself. For it was what she wished as well. A visual mark that Halbrand belonged to her and no one else.

“I take it that was to your liking?” “Yes… very much. I had no… idea… you surpassed… all my imaginings.” “And I shall continue to do so… if you wish. There are… other ways… I might please you.” Halbrand hinted, taking her hand and placing it upon his groin. Mirdania gasped as she felt something thick and hard beneath his clothing, and the longer she let her hand stay there meant that he was gasping too.

“Kiss me, Halbrand.”

He did just that. Though this time around, he was not tender and gentle like he had been when first he touched her. No, this kiss was rough, hurried, frenzied. Mirdania felt her fire reignite as their tongues and lips met, and she became even more desperate for him than he was for her. He was everything in this moment. Life and death, war and peace, chaos and harmony.

Pleasure and pain.

Mirdania wanted it all. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything else. This was it.

‘Use me, Mirdania. Chase again your joy with my body. Claim me for your own.’

Halbrand’s voice was inside her mind but she did not question it, simply sensing that they were so entwined now that his thoughts were her own, that her inner voice was now his, for they both wanted the same thing.

And she wasted no time in assuring they both got it.

Pushing him to lay on his back, Mirdania ordered Halbrand to strip. “Bare yourself before my eyes. Ready your body for me.” He did as he was told, and she watched him pull his blue tunic off, revealing the full extent of his torture. Mirdania felt a pang of anger wash over her. She wished to harm tenfold whoever it was that did this to him.

Only she would be allowed to mark his body. With her lips, her fingers, she would rebrand him as hers.

His trousers were next, which he pulled off with ease, exposing himself fully. Oh yes, Halbrand was indeed ready to receive her.

“Mmm…” Mirdania couldn’t stop the small moan that passed her lips for the sight of his nakedness. Though it was then she was made aware, something was causing her to voice her pleasure. She saw Halbrand’s eyes were fixated below her waist where her fingers were absentmindedly moving through her glistening folds. The remnants of her pleasure and Halbrand’s tongue left her perfectly damp. Her body too, ready to use his.

Mirdania then climbed astride him, still wearing her torn gown, and slowly, devastatingly, lowered herself onto him. Halbrand slipped inside easily, inch by glorious thick inch. The two of them cried out in unison at the merging of their bodies, and Mirdania kept herself still, wishing to feel all of him and just how deep within her he now was.

Bound as man and elf.

What she refused to grant him. Mirdania would have that pleasure.

She began to move up and down along the length of him and the feelings of ecstasy only multiplied. Still sensitive and dripping from the first tidal wave he brought down on her, Mirdania began to wonder if Halbrand was simply too much for her body to handle. The intensity was quickly becoming beyond definition.

How could a man make her feel this good? Simple. This was the power of Halbrand. King of the Southlands, worthy of his crown. What a glorious thing would it be if she could provide him with an heir? That their union could be more than just a descent into the madness of their passions. Mirdania could secure her future, the future of her child, by making them both royals.

No more lowly smith work, under the tutelage of Celebrimbor, who would only ever see her as his student, nothing more. By Halbrand’s side she could carry great influence, dine on the most exquisite food, and welcome dignitaries from all corners of Middle-earth. Perhaps even High King Gil-galad. Halbrand himself was also a smith, one whom she had not had the chance yet to work with. What wonders of weaponry or jewel craft might they conjure together? Mirdania had never felt so thrilled in her life. By the possibilities, by him and how he was making her feel. It was all endless and amazing.

With each thrust of pleasure and each thought of power, Mirdania climbed ever closer to the heights of both she had not dared dreamed. She gazed down at Halbrand beneath her, and saw that he was watching her, mesmerised completely. His mouth agape, his eyes emitting nothing but unrelenting desire. He smiled at her.

“By Eru… Mirdania… yes… yes elf… take all I wish to give… it is yours…”

She joined him in a grin that was equal parts ecstatic and unhinged. Mirdania never wished for this moment to end. This thought triggered a sadness in her then, a sadness for Halbrand, he who would end one day and receive the Gift of Men after having lived a life so short. This pleasure could be well near neverending for her, as an elf, but for the Southlands’ King…

She felt obligated now to make him feel as good as she did, and for as long as possible. Making time itself come to a halt.

But first… she needed to come undone. Again.

The feeling started to build its highest then, like the belly of a volcano preparing to unleash its fury on the lands. Grinding herself against him harder and harder, in a matter of moments, her eruption began. Screaming like she had never yet done, and feeling Halbrand’s length graze her deepest regions, Mirdania was blinded and consumed by her ravenous rapture.

She felt Halbrand lock his fingers with hers and she squeezed him so hard she thought she might draw his blood, but she didn’t care. He was hers, his blood was hers to draw if she desired it. Halbrand served to steady her, to guide her through this moment, one she had been too long denied, same as he. When the stars of night departed her vision, Mirdania looked down once more at Halbrand, who still smiled at her, seemingly so happy she had achieved the bliss he had yearned to grant her.

And now that was done, it was time for him to feel it as well.

Mirdania slipped off of his still hardened length, and immediately set to work on it with her mouth. Halbrand appeared caught off guard by this, the first time since their meeting, and Mirdania moaned happily around him as she moved up and down, relishing in her power. Power she now felt even over him.

He was long, thick, and throbbing under her touch, Mirdania felt him hit the back of her throat with every bob of her head. The sounds he was making, it was a euphoric song of her design. Halbrand moaned and gasped, enjoying so well what she was doing to him. It was beautiful to her ears, and when he called her name she joined him in sound, humming into him with sheer delight.

Mirdania’s eyes peered up past his defined torso and chest, seeking a glimpse of his heavenly face. It was perfect. Halbrand was falling apart underneath her. Eyes emitting nothing but lust, his glorious mouth set open as he panted and groaned. Soon his hands were in her hair, not to guide her but to let her know how skilled she was. “Don’t stop, elf… yes… oh Mirdania…”

She had no warning. Halbrand cried and arched his back, spilling into her mouth his own eruption. It was hot and plentiful, and she swallowed every single drop. When he fell back down to the floor, Halbrand was struggling to catch his breath. Mirdania however was licking her lips and not tired at all. She felt the dampness return between her legs, yearning to receive him again. But the man was finished, for now. He was a guest of Eregion. There was always tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night where they would conceive his heir. Where she would use him and secure her future at his side.

Crawling up his body, Mirdania wrapped herself around him, listening to his breathing level out, rising and falling with his chest. She felt Halbrand’s lips atop her head, a lingering kiss of thanks. “You are…” He began, laughing. “I cannot… find the words at this moment. Or perhaps… there are no words… to describe you.” “I haven’t the words either, Halbrand. To describe how you make me feel. What you’ve given me. It is beyond.” “Then let us not speak. Let me simply hold you in my arms and carry you into slumber.”

It was as if his words cast an enchantment, for Mirdania quickly and peacefully slipped away into the world of dreaming. Despite having not been tired only moments earlier. Though she was unbothered by this, and her last thought was only of Halbrand, and the comfort she now felt in his embrace.

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The music of the kingfishers roused her from sleep. However, Mirdania was now not where she had last been. Taking a few moments to wake and understand her surroundings, she realised she was in her chambers, tucked in her bed, wearing her nightgown. Her hand followed her eyes to the space beside her, but she did not find Halbrand there. Mirdania was disappointed for the absence of him, but found solace in the thought that it must have been he that carried her here, changed her clothes and readied her for bed. A sweet yet simple gesture that had her clutching her sheets as if they were his body.

Realising it is near noontide, Mirdania dresses hurriedly and rushes towards the forge, where no doubt Halbrand and Celebrimbor are already hard at work creating some new masterpiece to better the world of elves. She was excited to join them. Though upon reaching her destination, Mirdania was taken aback. Halbrand was nowhere in sight.

“Lord Celebrimbor?” She raced towards her mentor. “Where is Halbrand?” “Halbrand…” The master smith became rather pensive as he uttered his friend’s name. As if he were now a memory. This served to worry Mirdania greatly. “What has happened? Has… has he gone, my lord?” “Mirdania, I ask that you keep an open mind. For Halbrand is–” “He has departed.”

An unfamiliar presence interrupted Celebrimbor. Mirdania would be outraged if it were not for the ease she started to feel at the sound of the stranger’s voice. Turning behind her, she watched in awe as a grand elven figure, adorned in intricate grey robes with long blonde hair, flowed down the stairs with unrivalled grace. His beautiful face carried nothing but caring eyes and a warm smile, and all worry began to flee Mirdania’s heart. But still, she sought answers. “Forgive me, Lord–” “Annatar.” “Lord Annatar. But to where has Halbrand departed?””

He came closer to where she and Celebrimbor stood. Mirdania knew not who this elf was or where he had travelled from, but he carried such an aura that made her feel as if she should lay down in veneration. He was ancient and appeared wise. But who was he and why was he here? Why was Halbrand gone?

“He was called away. A message came at dawn for him, from his people. They are under great threat.” “Is he okay? Can I go after him, Lord Celebrimbor?” “Go after him, Mirdania? Whyever for?”

She knew not how to answer his question. Partnerships between elves and men of this intimate manner were not encouraged. In this brief moment of doubt and hesitation, Annatar placed a comforting hand atop her shoulder, and she fell into his eyes. There was a calm in them like she’d never felt. A tranquillity, a balm, easing all her concerns. But there was also something else there, something eerily similar to—

“I assure you, Mirdania. Lord Halbrand is well. He is simply fulfilling his duties as king. He would want you to remain here and tend to your own. Your aid in our task at hand, for example.” “What task, my lord?” “The task I have come here to see is complete. The forging of rings for the races of this world. Rings that may in fact help Halbrand and his people come to safety.”

Mirdania felt Celebrimbor shift uneasily beside her in disapproval. “I believe I spoke against making rings for men.” “Yes, well, we must focus on the dwarven rings first.” Annatar was unperturbed by the master smith’s disdain, and turned his attentions back to the younger elven smith. “Khazad-dûm is on the brink of ruin. We must achieve for the dwarves what Lord Celebrimbor achieved for the elves.”

She looked to her elder for confirmation, and Celebrimbor gravely nodded his head. “Annatar speaks true. He was sent by the Valar themselves, Mirdania. We have invited Prince Durin and Princess Disa to join us here in the forge, to discuss our proposition. Mithril for rings.” “We are confident they shall be quick to oblige.” Annatar added. “For we are eager to see that their wondrous kingdom be restored to its former glory. We need your aid, Mirdania. The fate of the dwarves depends on it.”

Sent by the Valar? The thought lingered in her mind, reverberating, echoing its importance, its weight. The Valar do not intervene lightly.

He smiled at her, his eyes pleading yet hopeful. Looking upon him, Mirdania did not know how she could refuse. What kind of elf would she be to refuse the calling of the Valar, or their emissary? Besides, she felt honoured that someone like Annatar would even notice her, let alone take interest in her. He seemed quite agreeable and kind. She wanted to help him. And if it would lead to aiding Halbrand and his people then, her queenship could wait. Mirdania was needed here.

A certain power came with being needed like this. It felt right.

It felt good.

#halbrand x mirdania #sauron x mirdania #annatar x mirdania #mirdania #halbrand #annatar #sauron #the rings of power #trop fanfiction

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opinated-user · 10 months ago

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... LO, do you really need to be told why lying about having cancer is bad? do i really need to sit here and explain to you, with puppets, in explicit detail why people might have an issue with that? this is like asking why should anyone care that you killed someone in the street if you already served your time in prison. caring about if the person you're supporting killed someone or if they are the kind of people to lie about having cancer, especially right after their sibling comes out to accuse them of sexually assault them multiple times growing up, is the bare minimum you should ever expect from any average person. the fact that you pretend like "even if i lied, it's not a big deal" speaks volumes to me about how little do you care about the fact people have actually deal with cancer. people have died, survived and see their loved ones be consumed in front of their eyes because of that disease. those who have any close encounter with cancer would know instantly that once you have it, you're more likely to develop cancer cell later on than a person who never did. you just selfishly put the thought "sure, she's fine now, but what if...?" in the mind of every person who for some reason still cares about you, your own wife who you lied to too, and you still want to pretend like you did nothing wrong? oh, and if anyone feels the need to ask "how do we know she lied about having cancer", to summarize. 1. ask her right now what type of cancer it was. she'll either say that she never said. she did. it was skin cancer. skin cancer on the early stages will mean a minor surgery and check ups in the future, nothing else. LO explicitely and clearly said that her only treatment was chemotherapy. the only reason she's pretending like "i'll never say what cancer i had" is because we keep pointing this out and she wants her audience to just feel bad for her. same reason why she feels the need to exaggerate her back pain during streams now.

2. chemotherapy is an extremely aggressive treatment on the body that, in order to be fully effective, has to last at least half a year. this will mean that we're all meant to believe that LO has been streaming for hours upon hours, making videos, being perfectly normal for everyone around them, while completely hiding any and all symptoms of chemotherapy. not to mention lying to both her closest friends and her wife for half a year. the woman that right now is making a show about having back pain in almost every stream she does and screaming into the mic for it. that woman you're supposed to believe could tolerate chemotherapy as it was nothing at all. i'm sorry, but you can't both be such a badass that can do that and also pretend like you're a poor little soft patootie everyone should feel bad about. 3. she said that all of this, the cancer treatment, costed her barely anything and the expenses "were minimal". consider this is a woman who can't drive and doesn't have a car, so she'd have to pay public transportation every time she goes to the hospital. this one just pisses me off because i went out of my way to research that people in her exact same city go into debt paying for their own treatment. it's not just a cutesy lie to be more interesting, LO. people have lost the savings of their life trying to survive this disease, so you so flippantly making light of that is ammoral and disgusting. (all the archives, screenshots and links mentioned here can be found on the same tag i used for this.)

#lily orchard #lily orchard lies about cancer

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fortheloveofarchons · 6 months ago

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The Harbinger and His Arranged Bride

(Part 4)

A chapter where his perspective shows before and after the wedding! Full chapter on the ao3 link up!

One month before the wedding of Il Capitano and his bride, when he found out the news of this arrangement…

It didn’t take long for Il Capitano to arrive at the Zapolyarny Palace, where the northern lights shine the brightest. It didn’t take long for him to find where Her Royal Highness was. It certainly didn’t take long for him to barge in the library of the palace, and not even the guards and the maids could stop a Sentinel Knight of immense force and power, and they could only watch from afar until the heavy, wooden doors closed shut.

“Your Royal Highness, is this true?”

Silence follows, just like how snowflakes gently drop on the ground outside of the library. In the library where a Harbinger and an Archon reside, the flickering candlelight danced over the book spines, casting a warm glow against the chill that permeated the walls.

She sat beside a small wooden table cluttered with scrolls and quills, her slender fingers brushing absentmindedly over the gilded edge of an open book.

“Yes…” She finally responds, snowflakes clung stubbornly to the glass, shimmering like trapped stars under the pale light of the full moon. “Before you are set out to finish your main goal in Natlan, let this be one last request from me. To live a marriage of love.”

Capitano’s stomach seized. It was one matter to suspect, but hearing His Royal Highness’s answer so casually confirm his suspicions was another beast entirely.

This was just like the conflict from Nod Krai all over again, when some of his soldiers tried to shoulder the burden, trying to stop the attack that was instigated by a certain Darknight Hero. Except this time it was the Tsaritsa that made Capitano shoulder an unnecessary burden that isn’t needed for his own agenda. He supposed it was only a matter of time before he got the taste of his own medicine. He just wished that it wasn’t so hot and bitter.

Right before he was about to set his motion in plan. Save the nation of Natlan, confront with one of the Four Shades of the Primordial One, who is the Ruler of Death: Ronova, and proceed with his final step.

Her Royal Highness then proceeds to pull out this arranged, political marriage at the last minute.

“Why didn’t you tell me this? Why let me find this out from my men? And from a mere conversation of idle gossip, no less?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this.”

Hardening his resolve, Capitano straightened his uniform. Aside from the cold, the Fatui coat draped over his shoulders served no practical purpose besides the sign of his title as one of the Fatui Harbingers. Drops of melted snow, slow and heavy, dripped onto the carpet from his coat.

As if anyone in this world could forget his rank. His legacy.

…His past.

“You were just going to have me wed someone I don’t even know?”

Silence. There was no answer.

Capitano rubbed the top of his helmet and sighed.

It’s not like it can get any worse. He steeled himself internally.

“When it is, then?” He then asked another question. “This arranged marriage… What’s the new timeline?”

Her Royal Highness barely moved her body as her lips spoke. “Thirty days.”

Nevermind. It just got worse.

“Thirty days!” Even with the helmet that obscures his face, Capitano’s voice raised an octave. “Your Royal Highness, you cannot be serious about this.”

“But I am.” She pretended she didn’t look at him, committing to her narrative and sticking to it no matter the cost. “An Archon’s lips is the law, do not ever think about trying to twist it against me. I asked for you to retrieve the gnosis from Natlan after the issue with Fontaine is settled with The Knave, and you dare… to ask for this risky mission. One that could ultimately cost your life, one that could topple the ranks of the Fatui Harbingers, and bring instability to your soldiers and men.”

The strain in her voice stopped him short, and Capitano could only press his lips in silence, his mind reciting sentences as if they’re some magical prayer to keep himself guarded from the words of an Archon.

#ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #genshin impact #the captain x reader #the captain #capitano #the captain capitano #fluff and angst #genshin impact fanfics #fatui capitano #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #capitano x you #genshin capitano #capitano x reader

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dark-frosted-heart · 1 year ago

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Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 7

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Roger and I headed to our mission destination by train.

(We’re runaway lovers that wound up at the village after having nowhere to go)

…That’s what Victor’s having us pretend to be to hide our identities.

Roger: Because everyone in this village welcomed us so warmly, I was able to save my beloved girlfriend from starvation.

(What’s with the sudden change in speech and refreshing smile? Who are you?)*

Though relieved that we safely made our way into the village, I was thrown off by Roger’s sudden transformation.

Roger: Kate, we will happily settle in this village.

Kate: Y-yes. Let’s be happy here, R-Roger.

Roger kissed my cheek, making my fake smile even more awkward.

However, Roger’s convincing performance was a success and the villagers welcomed us with open arms, serving us welcoming meals one after another.

Woman of the village: You must have been nervous. You’ll stay safe in this village because our Spirit God gives protection to everything.

Man of the village: Ah, indeed! Those who believe in the Spirit God will be saved as he is the one who can ward off any disease.

Spirit God: …

The villagers beamed at a man sitting in the middle of the room who hadn’t said a word since we arrived.

(...This is the Spirit God)

(He looks around 50 years old? And looks like your average human)

However, as Fairytale Keeper who’s witnessed evil up close, I now understood.

A human’s outward appearance belied evil that dwelled in their heart.

(Even so, it seemed like stories of “disease being warded off” in this village were widely accepted)

(A mere human couldn’t possibly ward off disease. There had to be some kind of trick—)

Kate: Hm?

I felt a tug on my skirt and turned to see a little girl that looked around five years old standing there with a smile.

Blonde child: Is id nummy?

(Huh…her speech…? Maybe it’s because she’s still young?)

Kate: Yeah, it’s really delicious. Thank you.

When I thanked her, the girl smiled back happily.

This village was very peaceful and full of smiles.

It felt like a utopia where all things scary were removed.

—Unfortunately, there was no such thing in this world.

(Something’s up with this village)

Sometime after being welcomed by everyone, Roger and I finally found ourselves alone.

Roger: This village’s so fishy it’s laughable.

Kate: Yeah, I thought so too. This village…there’s something going on.

The Spirit God’s existence, in addition to some other sense of discomfort that I couldn’t put a name to.

Roger: Let’s hear your point of view first, lil’ lady.

Kate: If what Victor said about an undercover police being killed was true, Then the villagers wouldn’t be as welcoming to newcomers. It wouldn’t have been strange for them to turn us away. But they were all so friendly. While I don’t want to question their generosity, I think…we should keep our guard up.

(Maybe there was something hiding behind all those smiles…)

Roger: Yeah, I was thinking the same. What about you, Liam?

Kate: Huh, Liam?

(That’s right, Liam went ahead of us to gather intelligence…)

I looked around but didn’t see him anywhere.

Kate: Liam, are you hurt or anything? Hungry?

When I called out to the room, only my voice echoed.

Liam’s voice: Hehe, I’m not hungry or hurt. Also, I’m on the other side.

Kate: Ah, sorry. Huh, how did you know where he was, Roger?

Roger: My ears picked up his heartbeat and presence. So disappearing on me’s useless.

Liam: My power and Roger’s aren’t compatible at all. Let’s move somewhere else.

With Liam concealing the sound of his footsteps, I was completely at a loss.

I followed Roger out to a place a little ways away from the villager’s homes.

The moment we stopped, Liam appeared out of nowhere like magic.

(The power to disappear’s amazing)

Liam: I’ll tell you guys everything I’ve learned about the village in the past few days. In short, this village…or rather, the Spirit God, is bad.

Kate: I thought so. How is he warding off diseases?

The most important thing was the trick that got the villagers to believe in him.

Liam: The trick’s simple. He’s not warding them off, just giving them to non-believers.

(No way…)

Liam: The Spirit God poisons anyone that doesn’t worship him or doubts him. Unaware of this trick, the villagers are deluded into thinking they’re being protected from disease. Hey Roger, have you heard of Gracefield Royal Hospital? The man they call the Spirit God used to be a doctor there.

(Gracefield Royal Hospital…?)

Roger: The hospital’s been around for a while. There’s a lot of brilliant doctors, but a high turnover rate. Useless doctors were shunned and fired.

Kate: You’re pretty knowledgable.

Roger: They left a long time ago and opened their own private practice, but my old man and his “cherished friend” used to be doctors there.

(A cherished friend…)

There was some warmth in Roger’s voice when he said that.

Roger: With this, all that’s left is getting physical evidence…

Liam: Ah, I also found a medicine cabinet. Roger can tell which one’s poison.

Roger: As expected from our cat. Nice job, Liam.

Liam: I’m glad everything went smoothly.

At that moment, Roger’s eyebrows shot up.

Liam: …Hm, what’s wrong Roger?

Roger: …

His eyes peered into the darkness.

Roger: …I can “hear” people coming from all sides.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: Yeah, there’s quite a few people. Is that how the villagers assemble?

Kate: Are we surrounded?!

Roger: Haha, looks like it. Well, we’ll just have to settle this fast.

Apparently Roger intended to take them head-on.

Liam: Yeah, it’ll be fine. Doesn’t matter how many come at us, we won’t lose.

(Liam too!)

Kate: The entire village has roughly 200 people.

Roger: We can take 100 each.

Kate: Are you insane?!

As we continued bickering, I heard footsteps approaching—

A candle flames floated in the darkness.

Roger: Here they come.

Man of the village: …I knew you were a threat to our village.

Woman of the village: And they have a friend too. Disgusting, how did he even get in.

Liam: I’ve been here the whole time.

(It was as if the peaceful atmosphere they had greeted us with was all a lie)

The villagers’ eyes were cold and I sensed that they were willing to do anything to eliminate any foreign entities within their sandbox.

They were like mindless puppets controlled by the “Spirit God”.

Man of the village: Spirit God, what should we do with them?

Spirit God: Seize them. I will use my abilities to punish traitors.

Roger sneered at those words.

Roger: Ability, huh? If you were a Cursed One, I’d keep you alive as another on my list of precious test subjects… Too bad you’re not. Liam, go nuts. We’ll capture him.

Liam: …Roger that**

As Liam was about to pounce, daggers gleaming in hand—

A scream erupted in the crowd.

(What just happened?!)

When I realized that the girl lying beside the screaming woman was the little blonde girl who talked to me during dinner, I ran toward her.

Kate: Out of the way!

Woman of the village: What, don’t come any closer.

I was pushed back when I desperately tried to reach the girl lying in pain.

Kate: Now is not the time for this!

Woman of the village: If you hadn’t come here, none of this would’ve happened, you disease-carrying demons!

I saw her raise her hand and braced myself for a slap on the cheek.

(...)

Roger: Enough. We had nothing to do with the girl collapsing.

At the sound of his voice, I opened my eyes and saw Roger holding the woman’s wrist.

Thank you

Sorry for acting on impulse

Please help that girl +4 +4

Kate: Roger, please help that girl.

Roger: Yeah, leave her to me.

With Roger’s intimidating aura parted the crowd, allowing us to reach the girl.

Blonde child: …Ugh…

The girl’s body was stiff. Her eyes were wide open and her limbs were twitching.

Kate: What do we do, Roger?

Roger: Based on her symptoms, it looks like tetanus. It’s a bacterial infection from a wound that affects the nerves. It makes it difficult to open your mouth, and eventually, it causes muscle spasms and paralysis.

Worst case, those infected will have a hard time breathing and die.

Kate: No way…

Roger: Anway, look for any wounds on the girl.

Roger and I examined the girl’s body and found a scratch on her calf.

Roger: …

Child’s mother: Spirit God! Please cure my child’s illness!

Spirit God: …

The man they called the Spirit God started backing away.

Child’s mother: …What’s wrong? Why aren’t you…

Roger: Relying on this guy’s not gonna do anything. He’s not some guy with special powers. He’s just a quack pretending to ward off disease by poisoning people.

Man of the village: That’s impossible! Our Spirit God’s a child of God granted with special powers!

Roger: Then why isn’t he saving this child in pain? Why didn’t you know she had tetanus until it got to this point? A false god can’t cure disease, but proper medicine can treat tetanus.

Spirit God: He’s lying! Tetanus cannot be treated!

At the Spirit God’s desperate cry, Roger looked at him with pity.

Roger: That’s ‘cause the medical knowledge in that brain of yours is outdated. There’s a treatment for tetanus. However, practical use is a miracle and there’s still some room for improvement.

(A treatment’s been discovered…)

Kate: Really, Roger?

Roger: Yeah. Though only the privileged class has access to it and it’s not available to the common citizen at all.

Spirit God: …Hahaha! If it’s not widely available, then it’s the same as saying she can’t be saved! Ah, that’s right. No one in this world can make diseases completely disappear. And yet, you all put your faith in me…It’s your fault for being foolish enough to put your trust in me.

Girl’s mother: …

With one hand, Roger grabbed the Spirit God by the neck.

Spirit God: Urk?!

As he tightened his grip, the Spirit God’s face began to turn red.

Roger: Did you never learn to let people finish talking while you were in your mama’s womb? Sure, treatment for tetanus isn’t widely available. But if you don’t have it, then you make it.

Spirit God: You can’t possibly…

Roger: As a former doctor, I can.

*Here, Roger is speaking more politely and softens himself by using boku as his personal pronoun instead of his usual ore. Originally, Kate goes (Boku? [...]) but changes in JP pronouns don’t translate well in English.

**Ok this time didn’t resist using “roger” for 了解.

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