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Chivalry

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | age mention: 23 (Reader) | angst* (due to different social statuses, reader confinement/isolation, reader is kidnapped & rescued (bound, eyes covered, put in a small box), kaeya is beaten T.T), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | kissing!

Knight!Kaeya x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Jean - coming soon)

You hung your head low, avoided the piercing eyes of the nosey, curious bystanders who happened to be around every time you were. Your life was placed on a pedestal, cast in a light so bright you wanted to shed your skin and melt away.

To the kingdom you were its ‘gift from the heavens’. A miracle, a good omen. A precious gem whose luster should never be tarnished. And for that you were locked away.

You were more like a prisoner than a princess. Albeit a gilded one.

You were already trapped but as you walked to the grand hall with an escort of polished maids, you were headed to suffocation.

“Sir Kaeya Alberich, do you vow to fulfil your duty of protecting the Princess no matter the stakes.” You watched as the King, your father, towered above the blue-haired knight who knelt before him. You hardly paid attention. Instead, you put on your practiced face while your mind ran through the fields of the kingdom you’d never see. Something moved to your right. Automatically you straightened your back and lifted your head at the feeling of your mothers sharp eyes.

“My vow is my seal, your majesty,” the knight spoke. His hand moving to his chest but he didn’t raise his head.

“You are not originally a ward of my kingdom, for this reason I see fit to mark any failure as punishable by death.”

His statement hung heavy in the hall. Murmurs from nobles passed around ivy decorated pillars, gasps rose in front of golden dishes holding food no-one touched. Your chest tightened; why would anyway agree to those terms. One person couldn’t possibly be that important. You frowned and hoped your mother didn’t notice.

“I understand,” the knight said and you fought back an expression of disgust.

“So be it,” the King snapped his fingers and the room stilled. You rose from the cushioned chair beside the Queen while a maid fussed with your long, elegant dress. “Rise, Sir Alberich.”

Kaeya Alberich lifted off his knees and you took him in for the first time. His complexion was tanned, he had waist-length hair that was tied off to the side, the ponytail falling over his left shoulder in waves of cobalt and azure. His armor of silver reflected the dangling crystals that hung about the gold-lined windows in the hall. Over his right eye was a black eyepatch that was shrouded by his bangs. Kaeya was, without a doubt, handsome, and you found the juxtaposition of his hue against the narrow, red rug beneath him striking.

The knight made eye contact with you so you looked at your hands.

The King called for you to stand at his side. As trained, you moved like fluid to reach him, made sure your expression was serene like the paintings of your likeness lining the castle walls. “From henceforth, you will be the sword, the shield, the protector of our kingdoms greatest asset. Should harm befall her, so too shall it you.”

“I will guard her with every breath,” he affirmed with a nod but when he lifted it just enough to look your way, you swore he winked at you.

The room erupted in polite applause. You felt the hand of your mother against your back as she glided down from her seat as if to display her love for her daughter. You, however, looked on and did your best not to cry.

After the ceremony ended, you were escorted back to your bedchambers with one extra in tow. Your new personal knight walked silently behind the entourage of attendants. His armor clinging and echoing in the hall was the only indication he was even there.

The labyrinth between the main castle and your hidden quarters made the already oppressive atmosphere thicker. Your gown was thin but you felt weighted down by it.

“Wait here,” the head maid instructed your new guardian before she closed the door in his face and assisted you with changing. Your mother had instructed them to never keep you in the same clothes for long. There were days you’d have on upwards to nine different outfits just to satisfy her. The Queen’s own personal doll.

When they were finished, you were wearing a flowing gown that spilled out behind you when you walked. It showed bits of your back, which you hated, and had strands of translucent fabric coming off your chest connecting to golden bracelets around your wrists. It was a hue of your least favorite color. You looked at your reflection and tried to be happy.

The head maid shooed the others to other duties while she took it upon herself to let the patient knight back in.

“You are not allowed to be close to the princess,” she barked as he stepped into the room; too far for her liking. Kaeya looked down at her which made her fluff up like a mother hen. If there was anymore more protective than Lila, you didn’t want to know.

“It’s alright, Lila, I’m sure he was vetted thoroughly. Were you not?” You appeared from behind a tall, viridian green divider that had carved scenes of landscapes you’d seen only in picture books. The shoes one of the maids tied to your feet clacked against the marble floors, drawing the knight and your maid’s attention. Sir Alberich took you in for so long you had to cross your arms and cough to get him to answer you.

“I can assure you I will bring no harm to the Princess,” he answered, more to Lila than to you but his focus never left you. Suddenly, he bowed for a proper introduction, “Kaeya Alberich, pleased to make your acquaintance. As professed prior, I will ensure your safety or my life take me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not worth that level of commitment.”

“Princess!” Lila screamed as she rushed over to you. She took your hand and smacked it, “do not say such things,” she hit your fingers again making the tips sting. “I will not hear it! What would your mothe-”

You watched as Sir Alberich snatched Lila’s wrist before it could fall one more time. The action stole your breath and made both you and your maid stumble.

“Ah-ah, this won’t do,” he tisked, a gentle smile on his lips even though the eye you could see said something different. “I can’t let you continue with such violent actions. If you wish to hit someone, I will take her place,” Sir Alberich offered his hand by placing it above your own. Lila, understandably frustrated and taken aback released you before taking several steps away.

“I-I will check on your mid-day meal ,my lady,” she huffed, adjusting her skirt as she stumbled toward the door.

“None for me?” He called to her but she was already gone. “How cruel,” he chuckled, turning his attention to your warm fingers. Using a gentle touch, he lifted them. One palm above and below and soon the heat started to fade into a cool, localized chill.

“How’s that?” He asked. You were painfully aware how close he was to you. A shiver ran up your arms.

“F-fine.” You’d never met someone who could manipulate the elements like this. Of course you’d heard of vision users, but no one you’d come into contact with held one. If they did, it was kept a secret.

“Delightful,” he hummed as he looked at you. “Mm, that’s better,” he said as he removed one of his hands so he could see your fingers. He had gloves on but you could still feel the warmth of his palm.

“T-Thank you, Sir Alberich.” Pulling your hand to your chest, you tried to hide the way it trembled. When was the last time a man touched you?

“Kaeya,” he corrected, catching you off guard.

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Kaeya, Princess,” he explained, emphasizing a little too sweetly on the title you had. The corner of his mouth lifted higher the more uncomfortable you became.

“I ... That would be improper. B-Besides,” you shook your head, taking another step back not noticing you were nearing the shallow steps that led further into your bedroom. “I barely know you.”

“Hmm, that may be true,” he said taking a step toward you. Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment. “A compromise then.”

“... compromise?”

“In public you can address me however you’d like. Sir Alberich, Sir Knight, my loyal protector,” he teased, playfulness written all over his face. He chuckled and your cheeks grew warm, “but in private, call me, Kaeya.”

“I couldn’t --” you stammered, moving backward as he approached. It was strange, you didn’t feel threatened but you somehow knew it was dangerous to let him get closer.

“It seems we are in private right now, Princess,” he noted, scanning the room. “Come on, give it a try.”

“Sir - Sir Alb-” you put out your hand as you fell backward, tripping over the steps you forgot existed. Unsurprisingly, he caught you. His hand wrapped expertly around your arm, the other pressed against your lower back as he pulled you away from danger. When you were stable, he let you stand on your own.

“What were you saying?” He smirked, not letting you escape even though he technically wasn’t holding you hostage.

Your fingers dug into the fabric about your chest. Your heart was pounding and you felt light-headed. Nervous, you scanned the room but found it was only you and your knight.

“K-Kaeya,” you mumbled. Saying his name felt like a violation of etiquette. It made your ears ring but when you stole a peek at him, your world shifted color.

Kaeya reached for your hand, his thumb brushed over your fingers, the fingers he had protected moments ago. “My Princess,” he whispered above them before placing a kiss to the tips of your nails. He lingered there for what felt like forever. You found it hard to breathe. “There, easier than you expected, hmm?”

He rose to his full height and you pulled your hand away. The sound of rushing footsteps, no doubt belonging to your head maid, echoed just outside the hall.

“If y-you’ll excuse me,” you stammered and practically ran to the washroom praying, for once, someone would give you five minutes of privacy.

Day’s turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you and Kaeya settled into an easy rhythm. Or as easy as it could be. Most of your days were boring. You weren’t allowed to wander around the castle without permission. Even going to the private library had to be passed through channel after channel. You thought getting a personal guard would make it easier for you to live a ‘normal’ life; what a lie that turned out to be.

You hated the rules, hated the expectations; so, naturally, a person born without them would find this secluded lifestyle miserable - Kaeya never complained. Not once did you see him huff or roll his eyes at the state of your life. Instead, he moved about it with ease. Made jokes and had fun even if you found it difficult. He seemed to even have fun with you. The days didn’t seem so lonely with him around.

Maybe whatever duty he had before being whisked away to be your knight was tedious or dreadful - this, probably, seemed like a walk in the park.

Nothing bad ever happened save for an accidental cut when being fitted for a new dress, of which twenty new ones were on their way, or a burn from eating something too hot. Otherwise there were rumored threats that came your way. Threats you weren’t aware of until your father dished out hoards of the kingdoms wealth on a suitable protector for you. Kaeya was not the first knight you were given in your life.

Once, you stumbled on one of the ‘so-called’ letters when you were waiting for your mother to finish getting ready. It was sticking out of the edge of her journal. Your heart was racing as you read it, not because of the contents, more for being caught with something you weren’t supposed to see.

Your parents shielded you from every possible threat but they couldn’t understand how that level of protection harmed you mentally. Their obsession with your safety had turned into chains, their promises of a good life were rose-tinted and flimsy. They wanted a child so badly, but they forgot why the moment you were born.

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the book in your lap. You’d read the story multiple times, ran your fingers over the pages that had been stolen so you wouldn’t be hurt by the scenes that played out on them. You tried to imagine what the characters went through, what occurred during their forced time-skip. Your ideas changed over the years until you realized it didn’t matter anyway.

Gazing through the thick, crystal glass in your conservatory, you watched sheets of water glide over the other side. You reached out and touch it but felt only cold. Around you the aroma of exotic flowers filled the space, forgotten food lay untouched on a silver tray. There were ample places for you to sit, but you always chose the one closest to the windows. Maybe one day you’d finally break through them.

“Princess,” Kaeya’s voice interrupted your thoughts. When you twisted to look at him he froze in the doorway. His brows bunched up, eyes narrowed as he made his way toward you. With ease he sat in the empty space in front of you. The long day bed creaked at his weight, you moved your legs to avoid touching him.

Kaeya pulled off his glove.

Your gaze grew distant.

Kaeya cupped your cheek and slowly brushed away your tears.

You faded away.

And while you slept beside him, he looked through the distorted glass as his bare fingers brushed through your well-kept hair.

On the night of the new moon, everything changed.

You awoke to find yourself tied up and alone, headed to a place you didn’t know. The threats that were just rumors had finally come to fruition. While the kingdom slept, infiltrators acted their plan.

You overheard their conversations through the bindings they tied around your head. Bleeding arguments seeped through the wrappings you were sure had torn out chunks of your hair. For a while you thought it was a dream until rough hands picked you up and threw you against splintering wood. Whoever they were, they were in a hurry.

“L-Lock it already!” One stuttered, their tone tense and anxious.

“I’m trying,” another said and soon you heard the sound of a lock falling in place. Lifting up, you rammed your head into the celling and fell back down with a heavy thud. Were you in some kind of crate? You stretched but couldn’t extend your legs completely. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back you might be able to feel around. For now you’d do your best to loosen the bindings.

“-- money --!”

“Hahah, we’re --- good for ---”

“--- keep her who knows --- much - make -”

Straining to hear, you picked up even less of their conversation than before. From what you could gather, they just wanted to hold you long enough to get a hefty ransom. You hoped that’s all they wanted. At some point you began to shiver the longer the cart you were in rocked back and forth.

“-- that?” The cart slowed causing you to roll into the side of your small enclosure.

“huh?”

“-- hear th-- AH!” Horrible cries erupted around you. The world outside was so foreign to you that every nightmarish thought you ever had ran through your mind. Their screams grew louder, more guttural, until they stopped as soon as they started.

Tossing in the small space, you wondered if you should make noise or not. If these thieves were attacked by other thieves, would they search the cart only to find you? Would they look over whatever container you were in and let you die alone and afraid. You struggled against your bindings - if it was another threat, having your hands ready might give you the edge you needed.

The cart jostled violently. The creak of a door sounded more like metal bending by enormous force. The lock you heard earlier strained against something before shattering. You scratched up your arms but managed to free your hands. Shifting to your back, you prepared your legs and hands for a fight.

A gust of chilly night air hit you and you launched forward hopeful you were attacking whatever had come to steal your life. Strong hands grabbed you so you thrashed against them.

“GET OFF! LET GO OF ME!” You shouted in the darkness until something ripped the binding off and you could see the face of your attacker.

Kaeya’s face appeared in the shade of the night sky. His complexion looked wrong, unlike him, there was panic in his eyes that didn’t ease even when you said his name. You relaxed, looked past him and saw an arm extended in the dirt.

With expert strength, Kaeya scooped you up. His body shaking as he held you to his chest, as he walked away from the cart so you couldn’t see what he had done to those who stole you from him, as his hand pressed against the back of your head. Your feet dangled over the musty earth while your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re alright,” he breathed against into your hair. Repeated the words until they became nothing but mumbling noise.

“You came for me,” you said and tightened your grip.

“You thought that I wouldn’t?” His question had the cadence of a joke but his trembling voice betrayed him. Carefully he set you on the ground and began to look you over. His jaw clenched when he saw the state of your wrists, his eye turned a shade darker when he noticed the cut on your cheek.

“They’re just small injuries, that’s it,” you tried to reassure him but that didn’t seem to work. He was raging, you could tell.

Tenderly, you brushed the hair on his brow. You meant to comfort him but instead you did something else. Kaeya pushed you back until you bumped into the sturdy tree-trunk. His fingers snagged your wrist before brining it to his lips so he could kiss the bruises starting to form.

“... kaeya ...!” you pushed against him, confused and overwhelmed by the sensation. He had been touchy with you before. A wandering hand at your back, a playful shake of your head as he held your chin when you didn’t listen, sat a bit too close while you were working on something, but this. Never this.

Kaeya grabbed your other wrist. Bounced back and forth with his affections while you slid further down the tree.

It was difficult to breathe. Why was he doing this?

“ ... sir ... sir ka-”

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, appearing in front of your face so fast your head bounced back, startled. “Not yet,” Kaeya leaned in and kissed you, his hands holding your own to his chest while he pushed into your lips with his. You felt dizzy, heart fluttered.

When he finally pulled back you were gasping. It was so hard to focus on anything but him.

“I serve you --” he whispered above your lips, the caress of them as he spoke tickled and made you shiver. “Tell me to stop.” A shock went down your spine. Looking at his face you noticed how his gaze was locked on your lips. “Tell me -” he pleaded, desperate, desire dripping of him. You knew what to say, knew what was expected but knowing the feel of his lips made your will distorted.

“d-- s-stop --” the words bubbled on your lips. You heard them but it didn’t sound like you; that wasn’t what you thought you’d say. Kaeya moved closer only to pull back moments later. You stumbled at the absence of him and tried to catch your breath.

Kaeya, jaw clenching, ran his hands through his hair before turning his back to you. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Composing yourselves with whatever strength you had.

“We aren’t far from the castle.” He eventually said, voice back to normal. The honeyed tone covering each word. “We need to return now before the King sends out his whole army.” He turned, extending his hand toward you. “Can you walk?”

“ ... yes.”

“Ready when you are,” he said and you took his hand even though it was torturous to your heart. What did his actions really mean -- and how could either of you go back now that you knew what the other tasted like?

The two of you returned you to the castle in the early morning but the comfort of the stone walls soon turned into a nightmare as royal guards ripped the two of you apart and drug Kaeya to be reprimanded while you struggled in vain to stop them.

Your mother held your bruised wrist so tightly you swore it would break all the while you’d be forced to watch as several guards beat Kaeya. You weren’t supposed to be here, you’d broken every rule to fight your way to him but he - he was worth it.

“STOP!” You shouted, clawing at your mothers wrist, tearing beads and jewels off her sleeve. “FATHER STOP THIS!” Lila, tears in her eyes, rushed toward you to try and pull you back through the door you burst through moments ago.

She was conflicted by rules and love, “Princess, you mus’nt.”

“He didn’t hurt me. FATHER PLEASE!”

Your heart was shattering, you felt weak and strong at the same time. Like a caged animal who sees the light of freedom, you shook against the hands that held you back.

“Mother, please --” you gazed up at the Queen whose expression was twisted. She was the only one powerful enough to stop the king but in the twenty-three years you’d known her, she never once went against him. “Mom, look at me please,” she did, the corner of her eyes glistening, “If you care for me at all -- please.”

You could hear the sounds of every contact, every brutal landing against Kaeya. He never made a noise.

Torn, conflicted, your mother’s grip eased which gave you the chance to make a break for it. Without thinking, with cries and screams chasing after you, you ran toward the man who gave you his life so you could give him yours.

Shoving past the guards as they swung, one of their blunted weapons made contact with your shoulder but you didn’t care. Kaeya’s eyes went wide. You threw your arms out toward him. He did the same and caught you and brought you below him, shielding you from the blows that followed.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” Your fathers voice echoed, causing you to tighten your grip around your knights neck. He pressed his bloodied palm against your back and lifted his head. You peeked to look at him only for your your blood run cold at the expression on Kaeya’s face.

His eyepatch had fallen off. You could see the sharpness of his eyes. One rich in royal blue while the other a paler white, an old scar slowly turning red from a cut at his hairline. He had a split lip and another cut against his nose. You bit back a sob at the sate of him while everyone else took several steps back.

“Release my daughter,” the King rumbled, stealing a sword from one of the guards.

“She came to me,” Kaeya bit back, aura growing darker at the sight of the weapon.

“Daughter.”

“I won’t leave.”

“Enough of this! Do as I say or I will --”

“Will what?!” Everything boiled up at once. The floodgates opened and you let them flow, “Keep me in a cage for the rest of my life?” You adjusted so you could look at the royal family, at the guards who were unsure what to do, at the maid who raised you hiding behind her hands, but wherever you looked, you never let go of him, “My life is already one of a prisoner. Do what you want with it! I was certainly never the owner of it - so take it! Take my life!”

“Hu-husband,” your mother took a tentative step toward your father but he shook her hand away.

You continued even though your throat was tight, even though your arms trembled and you could feel the sticky , sickly heat of Kaeya’s blood seep into your gown, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is - I will be obedient but, please, let Kaeya go.”

Everyone fell silent, even Kaeya who’s breathing was ragged in your ear. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted.

“Why would I do that?” The King asked, knuckles turning whiter the longer he held onto his sword.

You choked down a sob, “Because I love him.”

The truth was a weight off your chest but would it make a difference? A princess falling for a knight -- there was no precedent for it.

“You - love - him?” Your father swallowed every word.

“I do, father.”

The king scoffed but before he could lift his sword, your mothers palm pressed against his chest, “what about you, knight?”

Kaeya, without warning, moved to stand and you helped him by pressing your hands against his chest being careful not to touch the bruises he had. Fear and worry gripped you - what was he doing?

He wrapped his arm around your back and held you too him while he crafted a sword out of frost in his other. He panted, wheezed and spat out blood from his mouth but through it all his chin remained lifted.

“Give me nothing but her love and I will revel in it for the remainder of my days.”

“You love my daughter?”

“With every breath.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought it when he kissed you in the dark, hoped it meant what you wanted, but hearing him say it ---

Desperate, you looked toward your mother.

The Queen stepped between the King and the two of you, her eyes softer than they’d ever been. For a moment you recalled the warmth of those eyes as if her arms were holding you once again.

“Sir Alberich, you are herby unbound from your duty. The vows you once took are dissolved.” She held up her hand, her husband held his tongue. “For your service, and the rescue of our only he- for the rescue of my beloved daughter, I will grant you one request. Whatever that may be.”

Kaeya dissolved his weapon, you adjusted under his arm to keep him steady. He was let go of his vows. Relieved, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Kaeya looked at you then back to the Queen and the supportive, if not by force, King.

“You will grant me anything I wish?” Kaeya confirmed and the Queen nodded. Grabbing your hand, he took a step forward, “Release her.” He said with determination as he pulled you in front of him.

You twisted, shocked at his request, “Kaeya --?” Confusion washing over your face, he didn’t hesitate to explain himself.

“Ah, you haven’t realized it yet,” he mused as his thumb ran across you the cut on your cheek, “all your life you’ve been viewed as something to be won, a commodity, but that’s not what you are. I do not want you caged, bound like some trophy to put on the shelf. I will have you, Princess, but by your choice alone.” Searching his eyes, you landed on every bruise, cut, and scrape he accrued for your sake. “Let her live, that is my wish,” he doubled-down as he gazed at you the way you always wished someone would.

Kaeya saw you ---

“Granted,” your mother’s voice broke and when you looked toward her you saw her crying. All the fear of losing her daughter was finally outweighed with the understanding that holding her with bars of protection had nearly done just that. “Whether you wish to keep or throw away your title, I will - I will support you, whatever you wish to be. We will be here,” she expressed through her tears.

You never knew the bite of real shackles but you swore your arms and legs felt lighter at her words.

You were free. Free.

Stepping toward Kaeya, you made your commitment, “you say it is my choice,” you repeated with a glistening, cheek-straining smile, “but, I believe, Sir Alberich, you must know the choice was never my own. Certainly, my heart would surely break if it didn’t belong to you.”

Kaeya leaned toward your lips, “I thought we agreed on Kaeya, hmm?”

“You’re right, Kaeya.”

“That’s better,” he hummed as his lips pressed against yours and you were filled with the overpowering taste of iron and utter devotion.

The story is your own - however you want to have it

Just remember to live

Live to the fullest

The both of you --

You, and your beloved Knight, Kaeya Alberich.

#hazel works #genshin impact #genshin x female reader #x fm reader #genshin impact x fm reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya x female reader #genshin kaeya x fm reader

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an-actual-attack-helicopter · 5 months ago

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Book 6, Episode 4: The Starscraper Analysis/Commentary

Callum: "It's strangely warm, yet cool and tingly at the same time."

Rayla: "That's called pissing your pants."

Then Callum reads "Orior ascendo scando" which google translate says means "I go up and climb." The next phrase he says supposedly translates to "raise, raise, raise." Latin nerds, correct me if, by some miracle, you're here.

Apparently Terry is still collecting sticks. I thought he stopped once he finished Claudia's wooden leg. I'm gonna try and figure out why he's doing this.

I'm still unclear on why Claudia is so adamant to help Aaravos. I guess maybe she would feel bad if she didn't pay him back but like. She kills innocent creatures to make magic pancakes.

karim looks like an edgy viren with the scarf thing and hobo vibes lmfao

I find it interesting that Kosmo has his handslike this so often. Perhaps it indicates that he has more devotion or something.

Also dude the celestial elves are basically just a glorified cult. I dont blame em, I worship a star too. a Fallen Star, specifically.

8 little star thingies at the top, and 8 staffs (probably).

So yeah, 7 staffs identical to viren's and one empty slot. That's likely the one Aaravos (or some other "Great One" ig) gave Ziard.

As for the little colored gemstones in each staff, I don't think they are related to the Primals. They could, however, be the same sort of magic gems that we saw in season 4. The writers took valuable runtime to explain all the gems' names to the audience. They could have just left it at Moon Opals. But these staffs having primal gems would be a good reason to have named all of them in season 4. Still not convinced? Bro, by the end of the season it's straight up revealed that Viren's staff contains a Quasar Diamond. So yeah, I'm pretty confident in this.

Anyways, the elder dude reveals that they gave the Novablade to a brave human girl. Definitely the Orphan Queen. I heard some interesting speculation that maybe Ezran will find the Novablade hidden in the vaults of Katolis or something. 'Cause I think the Orphan Queen is his ancestor. Ooooh maybe she is where we'll get the explanation for Ezrans animal telepathy.

Wait, are they immortal or can they just live for a super long time? In the wiki i remember it saying it was the former. Maybe mortals just say they live forever because it's so long. Either way, a reductive statement. Leola clearly didn't live forever-

btw here is confirmation that Great Ones = Startouch Elves, just for like the 6 people who were unsure lol

I FUCKING S W E A R THIS IS A GOOD OMENS REFERENCE

#the dragon prince #idk if people care about this series of posts but ima keep doing it even just for myself #i like to have my many theories organized #tdp spoilers #tdp meta

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polywomp · 10 months ago

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Nmnnngggkgk!?!

this is so fucking funny. are they trying to imply gomens is niche prestige television. like actually.

#a hidden gem one might say #david tennant #good omens #text #my post #mobi #gomens tv #crowley #aziraphale #doctor who #10thdoctor #David Tennant is my doctor #broadchurch #des #bafta nominations

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porphyriosao3 · 3 months ago

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Day 3 - Durin's Day

Bilbo held his arms out so that the two attendants (whose names he could barely remember) could drape yet another garment over him. He should be excited, he knew; his wedding day should always be a time of joy. He found himself instead awash in melancholy. There was the expected part, of course - he had no parents to celebrate this moment with. One of the many regrets he had as he interred them was that they would never see him marry, never meet his husband (if husband there was to be... or wife, who knew?), never meet the people and family who would one day be so close to him. Not, he remonstrated with himself, that he had ever expected to marry, but even so. Even so.

No, this melancholy was only partly that. Much of it was also that this day would be so different than anything he had imagined. All hobbits of a certain social class looked forward to their wedding with a strong set of expectations; Bilbo (for all he had prided himself for years as a free thinker) was discovering day by day just how much he himself had shared these same expectations. Needless to say, almost none of them were being met. There were no flowers here; no bouquets had been prepared, no wreaths and bunting hung, no grandstand built beneath the giant tree that saw the festivals of the whole Westfarthing beneath it's heavy boughs. Here there was only lamp-lit stone, drafty hallways, bright metal, shining jewels, and cloth. Acres and acres and acres of bloody cloth... most of it apparently intended to be worn on his person. Bilbo tried to maintain a stoic face, but sourly reflected that when the two were done dressing him that he would be no more than a traveling hillock of fabric, gems, and precious metals, with only eyes, ears, and feet to show the hobbit hidden within!

Strangest of all was the date. Bilbo was keen to marry Thorin, and had been for months; that was never the problem. The issue was that the date was not only entirely unhobbitish, but also an unpleasant reminder that he wasn't simply marrying Thorin the astonishingly attractive and (mostly) charming dwarf, he was marrying Thorin II Oakenshield, unquestioned King Under the Mountain, Lord of the Longbeard, Broadbeam, and Firebeard clans of the dwarves. Marrying a king came with tradition, and if the dwarves had nothing else, my goodness did they have tradition. Every garment he was being practically entombed in had a meaning, explained to him at great length; every piece of jewelry - and here they came with what looked like half the treasury, sweet Lady of Leaves preserve us - was meant to symbolize something or other. Most traditional of all, however, was the date. All royal marriages had been, were, and would forevermore be (must be!) on Durin's Day, the final moon of Autumn. It was the only possible day for a King to marry.

No hobbit would ever marry at such a time.

Marriages were done in the Shire from the vernal equinox to the summer solstice for young couples, though in the past few hundred years marriages from the summer solstice until the weeks before the fall equinox - 'harvest marriages' as they were known - were considered acceptable for 'mature' or second marriages, and Bilbo was undoubtedly in the first category, though not the latter. A harvest wedding would have been fine. Just before winter, though? When nothing grew? When the harvest had been fully gathered in and the earth was cold and unfruitful? The worst possible omen for a marriage, really. Tongues would be wagging all over the Shire. That same Shire which Bilbo had to remind himself was half a world away, which would likely never hear of his marriage nor care if they did, and which was full of people who undoubtedly thought him mad as a sheep with five legs already. Despite all this - and he acknowledged all of it - some things took a great deal of looking past.

Still... still. Thoughts of Thorin made him smile in spite of himself, provoking a hum of satisfaction from the attendants who clearly suspected where his thoughts had wandered. He had explained his concerns months ago, in the height of summer, and Thorin had understood. Seemed to do so, anyway. Of course he was helpless to change it, the dwarf had explained, and Bilbo had believed him. He'd seen for himself what happened when tradition was even bent, let alone broken, and a dwarven meltdown wasn't pretty. He knew it wasn't as though Bilbo and his culture were being dismissed exactly, no matter how much his petty side would like to claim such; it was just very, very difficult to argue with ten thousand years of custom. And heavy, Bilbo snorted as he shifted from foot to foot to try and balance the massive gold chain being draped over one shoulder with the unfamiliar weight of the consort's tiara around his brow. Afterwards in that discussion, though, when Thorin had wrapped him in his arms and whispered "what can be done to avert such an ill omen?", well, that was a quite pleasant memory, and work had already begun on the garden he had been promised in turn.

Best of all, at the end of it, he would be married to Thorin. When Thorin had initially proposed from a bed Bilbo had feared he might never arise from, Bilbo's response was 'I would marry you in a pig wallow and live among the briars if it could be with you'. He had meant it. He still did. And there would be feasting, at least, and revelry. Sighing again, he took a tentative step forward, balancing the enormous load as best he could. Manageable, he supposed. Alright, Bilbo, he thought, eyeing Dori and Balin in their fancy armor, come to collect him. Let's go get married.

#bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #erebor #marriage #durin's day #dwarrowtober #dwarrowtober 2024

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sabine-smitten-obviously · 7 months ago

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And now i want to find myself a haunted cottage ... to find the love of my life ❤️

I just started this wonderfull gem yesterday and finished this morning. And i am so reluctant to part with it that i even consider to reread it immediately.

So if you are into Good Omens, like Human AU and searching for a kind of different plot - here are my thoughts on a wonderful fanfic from @commodorecliche !

😃 Whats it about?

Aziraphale buys a little cottage and finds some books in it, written by A.J. Crowley. Oh - and there is a ghost in the house! You will never guess who that might be ... But what might sound cheesy really is not. I so loved the authors notes that i will throw them in here:

This is a ghost story. This is a story about the remnants of ourselves we leave behind. This is a story about life and about all the things that cannot be hidden, even after we die. This is a story about finding comfort in another creature, despite the dimensional divide that might stand between us. This is a ghost story. This is a love story.

And that it is. The notes say it all!

{There are minor spoilers ahead - i tried to collect my thoughts without giving too much away, but pls only go on if you are ok with that! }

What i absolutely adore in this wunderful piece:

🤍It is a tale of love told from Aziraphale´s point of view only. Being a ghost story i had goose bumps several times during the first chapters. Nothing too scary, but quite exciting! It also has a bit of angst in it, but mostly it is deeply loving and what hurts is the fact that - well - Crowley is a ghost and Aziraphale is human. There is a natural limit to their connection. I dont want to tell more because i dont want to spoil the story. You should definitely mind the tags before you start reading!

❤️ It is a human AU but takes on a very different plot with Crowley being a ghost. So somehow this is so far unique to me in the GO-universe, where most human AU tend to put them both in the same place - be it rockstars, book sellers, teachers and parents and so on.

🤍Having a ghost and a human falling in love with each other - oh it is so sweet but also ... tragic? Having someone to love without being ever able to touch him? To barely feel him? Crowley is so well written, he is merely an essence - there and at the same time not.

🩶What i really enjoyed is that you will know every character but most of the stereotypes are left out. Anathema is not psychic (or at least it isnt mentionned) for example. There is no bickering between Aziraphale and Crowley. No sentences or dialogues from GO thrown back to the reader. Still everything blends together so well.

🖤 Oh and i loved this fact: Crowley is a writer! Crowley is the one with the words !!! and for once there is no stumbling, no "ngk", no "fuck" no nothing. Most of human AU leave Crowley with "clever hands" but words not so fluently ... (A fact that kind of surprises me often because i am not so sure every Shakespearean Text is really Shakespeare ... right? ;-))

❤️Aziraphale is happy with his body - this is something i deeply appreciate. I have read roundabout 60 fanfics so far and in most human AU his thoughts about himself can be rather derogatory.

🖤Crowley is not the one begging Aziraphale to stay or be together with him - also a quite common theme in GO-fanfics. I absolutely love that!!

I kind of realise now that me writing reviews is my way of parting with a story that particularly got to my heart. This one is truly beautiful for several reasons and i had everything from goosebumps to laughter to angst to heartache to relief to sadness. It ends well, if it is happy is really only your choice. ❤️

This story made me finally set up a "re-read-list" and i absolutely recommend it, if you´re in for a bit of heartache, a different plot and a different version of a "and they life happy ever after". It is a quiet, lovable and aching book, well balanced and still easy to read.

ps: I thought a lot about it, could i do it? Could i fall in love with a ghost? I would like to think of myself as having stayed in the house but probably i would have run. If i had come past this first angst and built a connection - would i have been able to? Would it have been enough to simply love? To have an ethereal connection and know you are not alone but ... no friends to share with, to be grounded to the house, no picnics, no touch? What are your thoughts on this?

pps: if you have read this one, pls come here and scream and cry with me in the comments!!! I dont want to tell too much here but there are scenes in the book that i would love to romp on in the comments!!

#good omens #aziraphale loves crowley #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #fanfic #crowley #good omens fanfic rec #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfiction review #fanfiction review

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cho-aaacho · 1 year ago

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(Flufftober 2023) Gift Giving

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Gift Giving, Wedding Anniversary, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober Day 10)

Slowly, a gentle snowflake falls from the icy sky and renders a soft tint around your presence. As your gaze lifted to the wintry sky, you plunged headlong into the cloudy, white-kissed abyss, feeling the snowflakes tickling upon the tip of your nose.

Following your presence, Carlos draws closer, a rising tide of warmth starting to flood your senses. He met your gaze, gingerly slipped off to your lips, and touched them with his thumb, a gentle smile gracing his lips. In a voice as soothing as a lullaby, he said, "We should go inside; it's so freezing here, dear."

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes, and you responded with a playful pout. "I don't know that my Soldier Boy is so sensitive to the cold."

Summoning his strength, Carlos flickered his tongue, and he snugly adjusted your red scarf. His dark obsidian orbs glisten, fixating on you sharply, trying to pull your soul into his embrace and swimming in his beautiful eyes. "I may be a soldier, but I'm not the Winter Soldier," he said, once again retracing your eyes.

With a playful wink, he lightened the mood, adding, "Also, my dear, you're not a Yeti. Though if you were, I'm sure you would be fine standing on snowy days like this, but not this long, am I correct?"

"Uh... with so many mystical creatures, why did you choose to compare me to a Yeti?"

As you follow Carlos' shadow, both of you tread a path toward the cabin, where you and he are staying for a wedding anniversary. Though he's so bad at selecting a romantic destination to date. You're quite smitten with this hidden gem.

"Whoa, that's quite freezing. I have no idea about your ability to stay on a snowy day like that," he mused, tracing the contours of your gaze with his own.

With a playful voice, he lightened the mood, adding, "So what's on your mind, sweetheart? I remember you mentioning something, but Nikolai interrupted us. That stupid silver phantom is quite annoying, isn't he?"

You pinched his cheeks, pretending to be angry. "Hey, don't talk bad about your coworkers; Mr. Zinoviev is a good man."

Your laughter cascades into the air, alluring the whole room with a romantic aura. With a graceful dance, you glided to the corner of the room and reached the drawer. Your fingertips are sliding along the contour of a cardboard box, trying to feel the shape of it. The box was wrapped in hues of blue and yellow.

"This is for you, Carlos."

"Eh? You don't have to give me a gift!" he added playfully, mimicking a crying voice. "And now I want to cry, huhuhu."

"Hey! Stop that!"

As his fingertips glided through the box, a delightful smile curled on his lips. His eyes were glimmering, almost like the first stars you saw in the clear night sky.

He gingerly cradled the box in his hands, trying not to ruin the shape of the box. Because, for God's sake, he cherished every detail of you. He is always thinking that you are a good omen from his darkest past. He appreciates everything you give him; he doesn't even regret loving you.

"Oh..."

With a sigh of wonder, he let his shoulder sag, feeling overwhelmed with what he had just seen. His mind, trying to piece together the whole memory with you, the clouds above his head, has turned into a beautiful rainbow.

His glassy eyes, brimming with emotion, gazed at you in disbelief, tears flowing down his cheeks. The tenderness was real. Following his gesture, a soft kiss met your lips, followed by another one. Kiss again. Another and another.

In a trembling voice, he spoke. "Thank you... you've always been so nice to me. Even when we are strangers, your warmth always warms me."

"You like it, Carlos?"

"Of course I do. I hope I can carry this like a treasure to heaven."

The gift is a photograph of a moment between him and you. Captured beneath the beautiful cherry blossoms. He lost the photograph in the Racoon City Incident. But that photograph, by some magical force, reappeared before him. Giving him a romantic bond that ties you and him.

#resident evil #resident evil carlos #resident evil carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira fluff #fluff x reader #resident evil fluff #flufftober #flufftober2023

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years ago

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Hi :) sorry if you've answered this before but do you maybe have a list of fic recs for good omens too?

Hey Nonny!

I DO! Check out these lists:

MY LISTS:

Good Omens / Ineffable Husbands

Good Omens MFL Recs

Sherlock x Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2023)

COMMUNITY RECS:

Good Omens Fic Recs

Good Omens / Sherlock Crossovers

OTHERS' LISTS:

Ultimate Good Omens Fic Recommendations

Good Omens - Hidden Gems by moondawntreader

ineffable husbands Christmas fics (additions to my lists)

If anyone has some more they want to suggest, please do! I haven't read nearly as many as I have Johnlock, so I am limited to what I've already read and the ones suggested to me, hahahha!

#steph replies #good omens fic recs #my fic recs #ineffable husbands #good omens #go fic recs

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ineffablelifetoallmetatrons · 1 year ago

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Further investigating inspired by this post from @akari-ku (if you would like me to stop tagging you please say i feel like a nuisance at this point 😭)

Gabriel and Beelzebub's playlist

IT SPELLS TOGETHER

WICKED GAME- 'The world was on fire' : T

ONE OF THESE NIGHTS- 'One of these nights' : O

GIVE ME ONE REASON- 'Give me one reason to stay here' : G

EVERDAY: 'Everyday its a-getting closer' : E

BECAUSE THE NIGHT- 'Take me now, baby here as i am' : T

EVERLONG- 'Hello' - H

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE- 'Every breath you take' : E

RAINY DAY PEOPLE: 'Rainy day people always seem to know when its time to call' : R

TOGETHER

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#good omens #good omens hidden gems #the effort they put in #crazy #this is so lovely gabriel and beelzebub are always together #ineffable bureaucracy

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semordnilap · 1 year ago

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I analyzed the opening title sequence for Good Omens S2 and thought I share my findings including nice little hidden fun bits and possible S3 clues I haven't seen anywhere else.

/GO S2 spoilers ahead/

Firstly, Gabriel with the box or just the box appears in basically every scene. It's like "Where's Waldo?", but a Good Omens version. Can you find them all? Also, there are ducks sprinkled throughout the whole sequence.

As per scenes...

Opening scene/cave: When Crowley lit the matchstick, there was a fly flying around.

Job: Crowley lights all sheep up with a snap of his fingers. Also, the hill with sheep is covered in parchment containing God's permission that Crowley rolled out for Aziraphale's sake.

The Graveyard: There are many graves: Everyday (= song), Jane Austen (= the notorious thief), Adam (= Eve's Adam), Beelzebub shell (= new actor), BUT ALSO Peter Paintball (= perhaps a nod to S1?).

The SoHo: The heart rain is a nice nod to Crowley's words "get them wet so they fall in love". LPs are everywhere: LP garlands adorning the streets, LP hills, LP stacked by the jukebox,...

The Elevators: The BANNERS in the crowd. HELLO, S3 CLUES and THEORIES.

The most legible is The 2nd Coming, BUT there is another one, in the scene coming up the hill in the end, which possibly reads (3) Thy Kingdom Come. (Let's not forget the Thy Kingdom Airlines, in The Universe scene, which ties nicely with this).

The Cinema: A funny detail is that a synonym for The 2nd Coming is Parousia which is a neon pink sign at the cinema (by the popcorn).

There is a big blue coffee cup in the crowd for those finding deeper meaning in the cup. But again there's a harpsichord too, so... :D

Did you find any other gems or clues?

#good omens #go2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #season 2 #good omens theory #good omens season 3 #clues

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gear-project · 6 months ago

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Annon-Guy: Any thoughts on these fighting games?

Tekken

DarkStalkers

Killer Instinct

Evil Zone

ClayFighter

Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi (Dragon Ball Z Sparking in Japan)

Arcana Heart

Akatsuki Bllitzkamof/EN-Eins Perfektewelt

Ehrgeiz: God Bless The Ring

Tobal No.1 and Tobal 2

Fighting Vipers (PEPSIMAN!)

Dengeki Bunko Fighting Climax

Omen of Sorrow

Nitroplus Blasterz Heroines Infinite Duel

I've played Tekken 3 and Tekken 7 and that's it, but I wouldn't say I'm any good at the games.

Darkstalkers I've played a bit of, though I wouldn't say I'm any good, though I still hold out hope for a proper sequel with a full roster compared to the split off offshoots that currently exist.

I own Killer Instinct (the modern game), though it has far too much pay-to-own DLC for my liking, in addition to very unbalanced quest games, so I lost a lot of interest in it (though I will still mess with the characters now and then, it's been a while).

People have told me Evil Zone is good, though I have yet to play it myself, though I'd compare it to Battle Arena Toshinden in terms of style (maybe even Battle Fantasia).

I never found ClayFighter especially appealing, since there was never a version of the game that didn't seem "stiff" in animation, though I suppose it was a poor man's Street Fighter clone.

My history with DBZ games goes all the way back to Super Butoden and Hyper Dimension, though I have separate opinions between "Budokai" and "Budokai Tenkaichi" (or just Tenkaichi). Budokai is more commonly known as Dragonball Z3 in Japan (or just Z3, though we call it Budokai 3 here in the West). Unlike Tenkaichi, the original Budokai games had a 2D combat perspective, though they still played a bit with 3D plane. It was the Tenkaichi games onwards that focused more on 3D combat. I'd say I'm not "as interested" in the 3D combat compared to how much I enjoyed Budokai 3.

Also, with regard to Dragonball FighterZ, I'd say it isn't nearly as complex as the Budokai games were in tranformations and such, or even Beam Battles and clash battles which it had.

I don't exactly find the Arcana Heart series especially appealing (and I've said as much in older posts), though I did appreciate Mori bringing it to BlazBlue Crosstag as a small offering.

The mechanics of the game ARE interesting, but the gameplay itself just doesn't appeal to me by and large (sprites were very small, animations were simple, and the all-female roster was off-putting to me, so it's not my cup of tea).

I've had friends tell me how great the Akatsuki games are, and I'd dare say it's easy to compare it to older PC Doujins like Big Bang Beats and Melty Blood, but I don't actually have much experience with the Akatsuki games...

The fact French Bread insisted on bringing Akatsuki in to Under-Night as a guest character is amazing, however... along with the fact the Blitztank was added to BBTAG.

Ehrgeiz... there's a lot I can say about Idea-Factory's hidden gem in the rough: but to me the game was too much like a Wresting game or Power-Stone Clone... and the fact they used Final Fantasy characters kinda distracted from the other characters far too much for my liking.

Certainly it predates games like Dissidia Final Fantasy, but I feel like if someone was gonna make a Final Fantasy fighting game, it would happen eventually.

Ehrgeiz itself shouldn't be lauded for Final Fantasy, it should be lauded for its own story and unique characters. The fact it had a Dungeon RPG mode though... that's something few Fighting Games can brag about, and something I think more fighting games SHOULD consider (especially a game like DNF Duel... a spinoff of Dungeon Fighters, so I mean... where's the DUNGEON???)

The endings were cheesy, but that was the era back then.

That goes DOUBLE for the Tobal games... Tobal itself was everything Dragonball Z fighting games probably would have been if they turned it in to a Virtua Fighter spinoff.

There are far too many ideas in Tobal to really discuss in a paragraph here, but suffice to say it has a very odd roster... very massive roster too... so I'd argue they overdid it in some capacity.

Fighting Vipers... I can't really say much, since I've never sat down to play the game, though I do find SOME of the characters appealing.

If Fighting Vipers ever did a Dead or Alive Crossover like Virtua Fighter did with Tekken, that'd be pretty interesting.

Dengeki Bunko/Nitroplus... hmm... I don't have fond memories of these games (don't get me wrong I have higher opinions of it now than I used to, but it's still not my favorite kind of fighting game).

If ARC System Works or French Bread were approached in to making a Dengeki game, I think I'd be more eager to play it... just something about it that screams "cheap doujin fighter" to me, and that doesn't bode well in my history of playing fighting games.

I feel like Omen of Sorrow wishes it was Mortal Kombat and Castlevania Judgement... the latter of which was done by 8ing, and I still sincerely think is a great game.

Unfortunately some fighting games are fated for obscurity, though it's up to you if you want to play them or not.

Once again, I find All-Female rosters to be somewhat unappealing to my taste, though on the flipside of that, Skullgirls doesn't enforce that rule as adamantly as Nitroplus and Arcana Heart seem to. SNK Heroines is also an odd duck in that regard.

If you don't agree with my opinions, that's fine... but just understand that I have a predilection for weapon-based fighting games... so games with tiny sprites and moe cutsie characters are just NOT appealing to me...

Anyways, right now, to me the peak is probably Soul Calibur 6 and Granblue Fantasy Versus Rising, though even if I say that, I'm still waiting for the "egg" that is Guilty Gear Strive to finally hatch itself.

#GP talks shop #Fighting Games

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