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verystrxxwberry · 3 months ago

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Hello Alex, I hope you're doing very well! I think your writing is incredible because you manage to convey the exact essence of the character, so I would like to ask you for an angst hc of Nevra first night since Erika entered the crystal. I'm not fluent in English so I apologize for any mistakes, have a great day and take care!

ELDARYA; the first night Erika entered the crystal

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: How did Nevra experience the first night Erika entered the crystal, sfw, angst, eldarya TO. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oh my, it’s the first time someone ever tells me that, and I am very glad you think that! I do my best to write as good as I can the character because I fear doing something weird with the character (plus they aren’t my oc so it is different: probably the way I think about them in a situation is different than the opinion of another person) but anyway! Enjoy it.

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The first night was the hardest. Nevra arrived as quickly as possible to the crystal room, but still he arrived too late to help anyone. His best friend was lying down on the floor, his body surrounded by blood and not showing any answer at the sounds around him. Still, Nevra had the last hope of Valkyon being alive- he had to be alive. He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty by Valkyon’s blood, he shook him, tried pcr on him, he yelled at the body. But that body was empty already.

His tears came out without control, and he didn’t even mind because he was too busy trying to accept what his eyes were seeing. It had to be a nightmare. He couldn’t believe it.

Nevra turned around, gazing at Miiko, who was being attended by Eweleïn, but there were no signs of Leiftan or Erika, so he started yelling their names.

He wandered around the crystal room searching for them both, desperate and with a deep pain clawing at his heart. Even if his face was filled with tears, he had an expression of rage. His fists were clenched, prepared to punch Lance if he had the chance to find him.

But when they got told that Erika and Leiftan got trapped in the crystal, he truly hoped for it to break again. This shouldn’t be happening. He approached the crystal and hugged it, screaming if they could hear him.

Come on, the last conversation he had with Erika was to drink from her blood. She allowed him to keep the fight with energy, and he had to do something to help her too. But he couldn’t do anything.

He sobbed against the crystal like a little kid. His emotions were dominating every sense and control in his body. Nevra didn’t mind if there were people from the town watching him breakdown over that, at the end it was normal to break down after seeing the consequences of a war.

It was Ezarel who separated Nevra from the crystal and told Karenn to distract him outside. Nevra was reluctant to let go of the crystal, it stole his lover, his Erika. That place also held the last thing he would remember about his best friend, Valkyon.

All the time he remained outside the general headquarters, he spent it embracing Karenn and crying in her arms. He was desperate and his words went from “I can’t do this anymore” to “this is so unfair.” But he couldn’t change the past.

When the night came, Nevra went to the crystal room, which was still destroyed but finally empty. The silence on it was terrifying, it felt like all the color he saw around in his life was suddenly gone: everything was gray and carried the heavy weight of death. Even if his chest was heavy of remembering what just happened hours before, he decided to stay there. He sat on the floor, looking up at the crystal with the tiny hope of seeing any sign from Erika or Leiftan.

He blamed himself, thinking that he would probably have been able to stop Lance if he just came minutes before. He could have saved Valkyon. He could have saved Erika and Leiftan from being trapped in the crystal. But thinking that way… he could have saved Mery, he could have saved Ykhar as well. He could have saved so many people yet he was always late. And why was he feeling bad over Leiftan? He hated feeling sad for losing him after all the stuff he did, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about all the time he spent with Leiftan that made him miss him.

Nevra heard steps behind him but didn’t even bother to look around. If it was someone willing to stab him, he’d gratefully accept… but no. It was Ezarel who offered him a bottle of water. The elf sat beside Nevra and looked at the crystal. They shared a few words, where Nevra told him with a hoarse voice that he was terribly afraid of losing anyone else. xd

Ezarel remained silent, but he decided that it was correct to embrace his friend and stay there with him. They shared the same deep sadness and anxiety over the situation, so he also found comfort in Nevra’s presence.

They both didn’t sleep a bit through the night. Ezarel had his eyes closed, his head resting on Nevra’s shoulder, but not being able to sleep. Nevra had his eyes open all the time, staring at the crystal and visualizing how it could’ve been if he was there on time.

The next morning he had to take a nap because the headache he had was terribly painful.

The next days Nevra was off. His attention was driven into memories, into the things he experienced that day. He was closed in his own world, and the only ones he dared to open were Ezarel and Karenn.

His sleeping schedule was terrible, either he slept and had nightmares or he couldn’t sleep at all. That also came along with his eating schedule, which was also terrible as he felt nauseous most of the time. It was Karenn the one who forced him to try to eat something to at least feed his body- and it worked, because he was starving, but the anxiety made him feel nauseous constantly.

His coldness increased when he lost Ezarel. Nevra showed himself as being fine with the decision the elf took. He was an adult capable of making his own decisions after all. But he was deeply in denial about it. It was too soon for him to lose another friend. But he did, he lost Ezarel too soon for him to learn to cope with it properly.

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makedonsgriva · 21 days ago

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anyway I had a thought today where crown prince xie lian is younger than everyone else.

He is probably 6-7 when he gets mu qing and feng xin (who are 16-17) and they coddle him a lot. Basically XL is their baby brother and baby prince wants to be as strong as his older brothers because they are both so cool!!!

baby lian meets hong-er on the streets one day and please gege can’t we keep him??? I don’t have friends!! You two don’t count cause you’re not my age. Please just please!!!!

So that’s how the trio becomes a quartet and feng xin and mu qing are not only the body guards of the prince but also baby sitters of two very unruly kids who are never up to any good

(They are not getting paid enough to deal with them) (it’s a damn good thing they love the fuck outta those kids)

anyways XL starts his training and ofc Honger tags along. they grow up training together, challenging each other, competing but falling in love at the same time and yeah celibacy is easy for XL except every time he sees HC his thoughts go haywire

When XL ascends, he has three generals by his side.

When he falls, he has two because honger died in the war

And XL truly thinks he is to blame. He went from being the darling of the heavens to someone who has now lost everything. he can’t bear the loss of his beloved

(And he never even got to confess)

Ofc HC keeps him company as a ghost fire because he’d never let his beloved be alone. (XL does not know who the ghost fire is because knowing the love of his life is not at peace would hurt him immeasurably) FX and MQ try their best to stick with him but circumstances deteriorate and they are forced out of his life once again

although this time, MQ does stand up for XL in front of the 33 gods (and gets subsequently banished from heavens). In the end, he still has to leave XL. FX gets forced out of his life after the entire sword ordeal and XL’s subsequent mental breakdown.

Unknown to XL tho they are still both watching over him from a distance because ain’t no way they are leaving their baby bro like this

When XL enters his calamity era, they both lose their minds and are trying their best to subtly stop XL from doing the worst things but THAT STUPID FUCKING GHOST ALWAYS FOLLOWING HIM AROUND WILL NOT STOP ENABLING EVERY BAD DECISION XL TAKES

fx and mq are losing their minds. when xl lies in the streets for three days, they try their best to disguise themselves and go help him but that NAMELESS GHOST!!! He does not let them!! “Your highness would be heartbroken when he realizes you two have seen him in such a state and he’d never forgive himself and you two suck at disguising yourselves anyways~”

wu ming does end up getting dispersed but not before XL realizes his true identity and absolutely loses his mind with grief because how did he manage to lose his loved one not once but TWICE and both the times it was HIS FAULT

He gets banished from heavens again because ofc

knowing xl won’t be able to cope fx and mq finally reveal themselves. xl can feel all ashamed of himself for his actions it’s fine they are not leaving him alone again and they will help him heal and move on

Except one night when the two aren’t paying attention, XL ends up running away. He can’t bear being around them, knowing they know what he did and how he caused honger’s death twice.

(fx and mq never blamed him at all. They were just heartbroken and guilt stricken for not being able to do enough for their darling brother)

Cue 800 years of searching.

This time when XL ascends, he is greeted by two powerful generals who have been reduced to a tearful mess because THEY FINALLY HAVE XL BACK WITH THEM!!! THEIR BABY BRO IS SAFE

they accompany him to mount Yu Jun as themselves and HC comes to XL’s aid

he does not reveal his identity but XL just knows this man is special

FX and MQ then tell him about Crimson Rain Sought Flower, the elusive ghost king who challenged 33 gods and crushed them all

(But he was super nice to both of them and it kinda freaked them out)

When XL meets San Lang. He knows. He just knows it’s Honger and feels like he can finally breathe again because in those 800 years he never once stopped loving him but he waits for him to reveal his identity to him because what is stopping him from telling him and fx and mq?

HC, meanwhile, is sort of embarrassed to meet them, not sure if they would be able to accept this new form of his. He missed them all dearly but he is just not able to move past his self doubts.

It is not until the cave of 10k gods that it revealed who HC really is and instead of FX and MQ freaking out, there is a tearful reunion

Um yeah. A thought was thunked. Bon Appetit

#somehow this AU has more angst potential than the OG work and still it is less ???#idk how to explain it #can y’all see my vision #Xian le quartet being a found family who kept on LOSING each other #like wow #i low key wish someone would write this #mxtx #tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #feng xin #wu ming #mu qing #hualian #adding fengqing in the mix would make it 10x more delicious but maybe that’s just me hehe

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quitealotofsodapop · 9 months ago

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[Once Mac learned that Wukong got possessed trying to take down LBD, the shadow monkey almost 99% decided that he wasn't going to lose his King to that bony biotch. And depeneding on how messy the Samadhi Fire ritual goes, the last thing Wukong says to Macaque is along the lines of "You ruined everything!", and Macaque doesn't want those to be the last words he hears his King say…] + [And soon Macaque started to remember how much him and Wukong discussed Having a family once the war on heaven was over, and how much they both wanted to be parents…]

he spent this whole time trying to put the... whole thing with Wukong on hold until he was free from LBD's control. keyword being trying, ofc. things don't really work like that when you're tasked with hunting the other monkey in question and his friends down, so he accidently made things worse and know he's trying to reign everything back in long enough to have even a chance to fix it.

[Its also around the time Macaque really has it sink in that; "Oh sh-t. I attacked the Monk and fought Wukong when he was pregnant. No wonder he killed me." He isn't sure how to build himself up to discussing this fact with Wukong yet, but he'll get there.]

it's probably something he decides to bring up shortly after the whole s4 debacle. Between the fight from right before ep 1 to the world almost ending again, he doesn't want to risk his death potentially being another surprise argument that gets out of hand or risk another world ending event getting in the way of any substantial healing again. he knows disagreements are normal and even healthy in any kind of relationship, lest the relationship be codependent, but he'd rather not fight about that.

[Red's hair is ruined with baby monkey drool by the time someone gets Yuebei off of him.] + [Nezha, angry flames flaring up: "You mean to tell me that you were "with Stone Egg" during the ritual to separate the Samadhi Fire!? She could have suffered the same fate as Ao Lie!" Wukong, guilt-ridden: "Yeah. Don't remind me. She kicked me non-stop for days afterwards."] + [Yuebei: *tries grabbing Nezha's skates to test the "spicyness"*]

Wukong is laughing at Red the whole time.

Ne Zha def feels a bit guilty about his first reaction being to bring up Ao Lie's death, probably knowing how Wukong feels about it.

and aww no, no I'm picturing Wukong so in pain from Yuebei's distress that he's basically bedridden. I imagine he'd spend this time resting with Ao Lie until they both recovered (atleast on the surface) while the other pilgrims fuss over both of them.

Ne zha can only squawk indignantly when Yuebei manages to get her mouth around one of his rings, immediately trying to pry it from her little jaws. with him and Wukong combined it takes 10 minutes and the promise of a lot of fruit to get her off. luckily the rings aren't perpetually on fire.

[And the dragon's last words to assure his friend that he never blamed him for the accident, nor his baby. Ao Lie was just sad that he'd never be able to meet the cub in this lifetime. He just wants Wukong to stop being so hard on himself for it. If only the dragon he tell him that in person.]

Scroll of memory! Ao Lie already broke the mold by interacting with Mei, he breaks it again when MK + Macaque are scroll diving for Wukong by telling him to pass on the message to the king that his stance on the matter hasn't changed.

[He def makes an awkward apology once they run into eachother at the start of S3. He refuses to let Wukong get into danger or exert himself tho - Nezha's a momma's boy at heart after all.]

Wukong insists it's fine, and that Ne Zha couldn't have known that he kept it from basically everyone, but Ne Zha still feels bad about everything regarding the ritual. he intends to make up for it by doing whatever he can to protect Wukong and his little one now (even if Wukong insists its not nessecary)

[Spider Queen hears the sounds of a thousand knuckles cracking and realises that she's looking at the person who might as well be the Monkey King's Mama. SQ ain't even mad by the end of it.] + [And although SQ kinda trusts the demon a little more, she's far more hesistant to step on the Monkey King's toes than before if his Mama's gonna respond. SQ is a lot more scheming for the rest of S2.]

I love the mental image of Guan Yin using their hundred hands to aid in their righteous beat down

Spoder Queen knows she kinda deserved this, she did put a heavily pregnant person who is practically made of magic in a magic draining web. she was basically asking for this.

she will take this loss with the dignity and grace of the queen (believes she) is and not bother Wukong again (yet) she promises- please don't punch her again.

[LBD almost in the same fashion it tried absorbing the Samadhi Fire so many years ago - guess his baby found the ancient demoness "less spicy".] + [BTW I love the art you did for this scene!! Stone Egg had enough of LBD's nonsense and was Hangry, and Bama had spoken some sense into Baba, and now Nom NOM NOMNOM.]

she is very icy!

and I'm glad you like the art!

[Oh gosh Macaque realising that the baby looking like him brings Wukong joy too would make him cry even harder. He almost cost his mate everything by risking the world over his own debt to the Bone demon. Mac would gladly have died all over again if it kept the baby safe.]

Macaque is an inconsolable sobbing mess of emotions for a while after first meeting Yuebei, for a lot of reasons. and imagine how hard he cries when Wukong first names her out loud officially calling her "Sun Yuebei Xing" for the first time, Yuebei being a moon inspired/adjacent name. he's practically wailing at one point.

[She plants a big kiss on Yuebei's forehead, forgetting that her lipstick stains. Her husband chuckles, still teary-eyed, at his wife's embarassment at planting a big kiss mark on the baby's head.] + [MK is having unknown instinctual urge to curl up with Yuebei (his honorary sister) next to the other monkeys. Pigsy laughs that MK did the same with his fave plushie for years.]

Wukong laughs at the befuddled chirp Yuebei makes when PIF kisses her.

he would also very much welcome MK into his nest with his sleepy little family.

[Also, Mac is def the kinda guy to use exaggerated versions of the Brotherhood's voices when narrating villain characters in Yuebei's books. The little raspberry noises (or "Boos" as Mac likens them to) she makes at the voices encourages him even further.]

I love this. He so would. Wukong would be laughing his tail off the first time he hears Macaque voicing a villain with an over exaggerated Peng voice, Wukong actively encourages him to do this as well.

[And considering Yellowtusk is the only one with the sense to feed and bathe the hostage infant, he's not surprised when she turns on Azure and Peng specifically.]

I'm now thinking of a scene where yellowtusk manages to get Yuebei away from the others long enough to give her bath, and she's fussy about it but baths with her Baba and Bama in the mountains hot springs were usually fun and calm and she felt better afterwards so she didn't put up much of a fight when Yellowtusk tried to get her into the water. anything that reminded her of her parents is comforting right now. but she's crying the whole time and chirping for her parents as she's very far from home and with no one she recognizes, but this elephant is giving her fruit and cleaning her as best he can, so maybe he's okay? she ends up clinging to his trunk like how'd she would cling around her parents neck, and thats how he got his sore trunk during Yuebei's "tantrum". it wasn't her getting mad at him the same way she got mad at Azure and Peng, she was just scared and clung to the first person she felt was safe with, her uncontrolled baby strength leaving it's mark despite him being the only one she didn't really feel threatened by.

kinda sad note on Yuebe missing her parents, but I feel like she'd have seperation anxiety after the s4 debacle. she needs at least one of her parents in the room with her at all times when she's awake or she's wailing at the top of her lungs.

[Some of Peng's feathers are stolen too (Yuebei had a mouthful of them) and Macaque and Sandy turned the feathers into a cat toy. Mo and Yuebei both adore it.]

this is amazing Macaque would so let Yuebei keep a "trophy" of her victory over Peng in the form of a baby appropriate toy. he also is def never letting Peng live down that they lost to a baby if they ever meet face to face again. hell, they day he got Yuebei back he was ragging on Peng for their loss before the bird could even be peeled off the ground

Sequel to this Slow Boiled au post.

[he spent this whole time trying to put the... whole thing with Wukong on hold until he was free from LBD's control. keyword being trying, ofc.]

Yeah, Macaque is having a not-so-fun time trying to get used to being alive again, being still in love with his former mate (who killed him), having his soul indebted to a omnicidal Bone Demon, his former mate having a baby etc...

After finding out about MK and the Stone Egg; Mac was sorta half-hoping that he could duck LBD enough to slowly absorb the whole Wukong situation, maybe meet up with some old allies, get some answers, that sort of thing. The Mayor kidnapping him really threw those plans out the window.

[it's probably something he decides to bring up shortly after the whole s4 debacle. Between the fight from right before ep 1 to the world almost ending again, he doesn't want to risk his death potentially being another surprise argument that gets out of hand or risk another world ending event getting in the way of any substantial healing again.]

It's def a super awkward thing to approach, especially with Yuebi literally just being born and stuff.

Wukong now knows that Mac knows, and is super guilty for not having told him back then. At the same time, Wukong is confused why Max seems so... ok with it suddenly??? Like;

Wukong: "Dude, I killed you." Mac: "Yeah, and I attacked you while you were carrying a baby. Lets call it even." Wukong: "You didn't *know* at the time!" Mac: "Don't matter. Lets just drop it ok?"

Mac does have his own super complex issues regarding the whole "being killed by your former mate"-thing, but in his mind - he really could have killed Wukong and Yuebei if he hadn't been careful. He also knows that in his heart-of-hearts, he wouldn't have even considered fighting Wukong had he known about the Stone Egg ahead of time. He ultimately doesnt want to open up any old wounds Wukong has from the incident since he's been living with the outcome of that fight far longer than Mac has.

Bumping around Wukong's memories in S4 really dredges Mac's buried resentment and confusion about the last fight to the surface. Questions like; Why was Wukong protecting the monk that hurt him? Why was Wukong going on this Journey and not returning to his throne? Why did he hide the Stone Egg from the world?

MK is politely trying his best to let Mac vent to him about what happened between him and Wukong, but ofc they quickly stumble into MK's shared history with the Monkey King.

Lots of hugs, peaches, and family counselling is required afterwards, not doubts about that.

[and aww no, no I'm picturing Wukong so in pain from Yuebei's distress that he's basically bedridden. I imagine he'd spend this time resting with Ao Lie until they both recovered (atleast on the surface) while the other pilgrims fuss over both of them.]

Ao Lie and Wukong are quickly panicking over eachother while their other bros are forcing them to rest after the Samadhi Fire Ritual. Wukong was in so much pain that he was convinced that he was going into labor, or that he even lost Yuebei as a result of joining in the Ritual. Eventually though, the Stone Egg calmed down. Ao Lie's pain did not.

[Ne zha can only squawk indignantly when Yuebei manages to get her mouth around one of his rings, immediately trying to pry it from her little jaws. with him and Wukong combined it takes 10 minutes and the promise of a lot of fruit to get her off. luckily the rings aren't perpetually on fire.]

Yuebei mistook the rings as chew toys and liked the shiny gold colour. It takes Nezha a solid minute of apologizing to Wukong for his past behavior to notice that the little monkey cub has clamped her mouth over one of his skates. Wukong is laughing hysterically, especially as Nezha tries his best to gently remove the ring from Yuebei's mouth without activating it. Luckily all it takes to distract the baby is for Experienced Dad™ Pigsy to pull the oldest trick in the book.

Pigsy: "Got your nose, mooncake!" Yuebei, drops ring: :O! Nezha, quickly picks it up: "How did you know to do that?" Pigsy, still holding Yuebei's "nose" as the baby grabs at him: "You'd swear MK was half-garbage disposal from how much stuff he tried to eat as a toddler. Stealing his nose always worked." Wukong, a little wistful: "Tell me more, please?" Pigsy: "Sure thing. Guess little monkeys aren't much different from little MKs." *gives Yuebei her nose back*

Nezha makes note of hiding anything flammable whenever he visits the monkeys.

[Scroll of memory! Ao Lie already broke the mold by interacting with Mei, he breaks it again when MK + Macaque are scroll diving for Wukong by telling him to pass on the message to the king that his stance on the matter hasn't changed.]

Oh gosh... Imagine this though... Wukong trapped in the Scroll, busting on through his memories. Suddenly he hears a familar voice...

Ao Lie: "Wow! She really did make us all wait, huh?" Wukong, frozen in his tracks: "What?" Wukong: (*slowly turns to see the memory of Ao Lie, far older/frailer than what Mei had seen, standing by and watching the memory of Yuebei's first day of life.*) Memory!Ao Lie, smiling: "She's a perfect little pup... Mei was right on the money when she called her a ball of cuteness! She really looks like you! The blue eyes are a little unexpected, but considering that your mate dragged himself out of Diyu to be there - I guess anything could have happened!" Wukong, lip quivering: "No... you're just that memory curse. Ao Lie never got to see her! You're not real!" Memory!Ao Lie, frowning: "Why are you so stubborn to admit that it wasn't your fault? I really truly never blamed you, or her." Wukong, crying: "Why were you so ok with it? Because of me, the Samadhi Fire it... hurt you." Memory!Ao Lie: "I would rather die protecting my family than live and let them be hurt in my stead." (*quietly moves to hug Wukong*) "That includes you and your pup, Wukong. Always has." Wukong: (*now sobbing, hugging Memory!Ao Lie tight*)

Eventually the Memory!Ao Lie has to remind Wukong that he has friends to reunite with in the present. Wukong hesistates to leave Ao Lie alone again - the memory reassures him that he'll be fine as long as his pilgrim brother lives his life without the weight of the Ritual upon his shoulders. And to make sure to spoil Yuebei in his stead.

[Wukong insists it's fine, and that Ne Zha couldn't have known that he kept it from basically everyone, but Ne Zha still feels bad about everything regarding the ritual. he intends to make up for it by doing whatever he can to protect Wukong and his little one now (even if Wukong insists its not nessecary)]

Ofc Nezha feels like garbage for treating Wukong's actions during the Ritual as a failing.

Wukong thinks he has it bad with DBK, PIF, and Pigsy forcing him to rest? Imagine how stubborn Nezha is when he's worried over the Monkey King.

[I love the mental image of Guan Yin using their hundred hands to aid in their righteous beat down] + [she will take this loss with the dignity and grace of the queen (believes she) is and not bother Wukong again (yet) she promises- please don't punch her again.]

Spider Queen isn't sure who she's afraid of more; the spooky ancient bone demon pretending to be a little girl, or the 1000 Armed Bodhisattva that just whooped her hard (but mercifully let her live) for hooking the Monkey King to the power-draining Spider Mech. Spider Queen makes sure not to directly target or interact with the Monkey King or his protege if she can for the rest of S2.

The Spider Gang has nightmares of Guanyin coming to beat the rest of them up like she's a Jojo stand.

[she is very icy! and I'm glad you like the art!]

It's really great art!!

Also LBD's soul probably tasted like shaved ice with a hint of chalk. Lots of it, but pretty bland. It filled up Yuebei at least!

[Macaque is an inconsolable sobbing mess of emotions for a while after first meeting Yuebei, for a lot of reasons. and imagine how hard he cries when Wukong first names her out loud officially calling her "Sun Yuebei Xing" for the first time, Yuebei being a moon inspired/adjacent name. he's practically wailing at one point.]

Aww ohoho! Macaque makes so many joyous squeaking/hooting sounds during Yuebei's arrival. To hear that Wukong has named her his little "Moon Comet Star" just makes him cry harder, especially with how casually Wukong names her. Like he'd had it it long before this moment, before he even knew that Macaque was back in his life.

I think in older Chinese traditions, the parents typically wait for the Man Yue (30 Days) celebration to publically announce the baby's name. But I bet Wukong is just so happy that he tells everyone Yuebei's name long before that time.

Nezha insisted on being at Yuebei's Man Yue to bless her, as that's his whole Patron God of Children thing.

[Wukong laughs at the befuddled chirp Yuebei makes when PIF kisses her. he would also very much welcome MK into his nest with his sleepy little family.]

There's def a bunch of photos of the incident with Yuebei looking at PIF with the most confused doe-eyed look ever, a huge red kiss mark on her head. The Princess looking embarassed and adoring all at once. It's PIF anf DBK's fave baby photo of Yuebei - besides the one where she tried eating Red Son's hair.

MK is very tired after the battle, so the gang has no problem just letting the kid rest in the nest with the monkeys. t

[I love this. He so would. Wukong would be laughing his tail off the first time he hears Macaque voicing a villain with an over exaggerated Peng voice, Wukong actively encourages him to do this as well.]

Heehee, Macaque finally agrees to read Yuebei a kids-friendly version of JTTW at MK's insistence, and when he gets to Camel Ridge, he pauses before looking towards Wukong for confirmation. At Wukong's excited nod, Macaque grins evily.

Macaque, narrating: "In the kingdom of Lion Camel Ridge, there lived three Great Demon Kings." Macaque, exaggerating the real voices: "Azure Lion! Yellow Tusked Elephant! And the Golden-Winged Peng!" Yuebei: *blows raspberry at the villains!* >:P! Macaque, normal voice: "Yeah, boo! These guys sucked!" Wukong: *laughing hysterically!* MK, sitting cross-legged on the floor: "Did they really sound like that?" Wukong, trying hard not to cry from laughter: "It's closer than you think!"

Macaque also deliberately exaggerates the voices of their allies like PIF and DBK so Yuebei doesn't accidentally associate their voices with the muddy past shown in the book.

[I'm now thinking of a scene where yellowtusk manages to get Yuebei away from the others long enough to give her bath, and she's fussy about it but baths with her Baba and Bama in the mountains hot springs were usually fun and calm and she felt better afterwards so she didn't put up much of a fight when Yellowtusk tried to get her into the water. anything that reminded her of her parents is comforting right now. but she's crying the whole time and chirping for her parents as she's very far from home and with no one she recognizes, but this elephant is giving her fruit and cleaning her as best he can, so maybe he's okay? she ends up clinging to his trunk like how'd she would cling around her parents neck, and thats how he got his sore trunk during Yuebei's "tantrum".]

Awwww..... :(

Yellow Tusk brings up the matter shortly after their takeover. Their former ally's cub is very fussy (especially since Azure has had her for about half a day now) and is starting to smell... ripe. Peng takes one sniff and recoils in disgust. Azure is clueless and isn't sure if monkey cubs work like lion cubs or not. Yellow Tusk has the sense to ask the remaining servants for help with tending to the infant - a group of seven brave orchard maidens stepped forward to run the baby a bath and prepare her a meal. Yellow Tusk is sure that he recognises them.

Baby monkeys instinctively cling to whatever is nearby - especially in situations where they feel scared or unsafe. So when the elephant gently put Yuebei in the warm bathwater and offered her mashed fruit, she instinctively clasped around his trunk like it was the arm of her parents, making sad hooing sounds as she sucked on her fingers. Yellow Tusk felt his heart break at the sight. He simply cannot fathom harming her in any sense of the word.

Azure must be mad to think that Sun Wukong won't kill them all to ensure this child's safety.

[kinda sad note on Yuebe missing her parents, but I feel like she'd have seperation anxiety after the s4 debacle. she needs at least one of her parents in the room with her at all times when she's awake or she's wailing at the top of her lungs.]

Absolutely.

Baby monkeys are already super clingy - the trauma of Yuebei's kidnapping during S4 only intensified this. She fears that if either of her parents leave the room, that they might not come back. Considering it was her parents arguing and "something" (aka the Scroll) taking her Baba away preceeded her kidnapping...

The first few times it happens, Wukong and Mac + the extended fam are terrified and aren't sure *why* Yuebei is so distressed. Eventually they figure out it's her anxiety, and are able to at least keep a clone posted to ease the worst of her worries when the others babysit. MK thankfully is one of the figures that Yuebei is calm around, and while she loves her uncles and aunts; Yuebei still starts wailing after a few minutes of realizing that she can't find her Baba or Bama.

It takes a long time for the baby monkey to be comfortable to not have her parents in sight. And considering how worried and overprotective that Wukong and Mac can be of her, they aren't in any rush to force her independance.

[this is amazing Macaque would so let Yuebei keep a "trophy" of her victory over Peng in the form of a baby appropriate toy. he also is def never letting Peng live down that they lost to a baby if they ever meet face to face again. hell, they day he got Yuebei back he was ragging on Peng for their loss before the bird could even be peeled off the ground]

Imagine the smug look on Macaque's face as he sees Peng reduced to a chicken burger on the ground by a *baby* with not even a tooth in her head. Mac would make a show of picking up his baby girl and kissing her all over while commenting in baby-talk; "Did you have fun with the birdy and kitty, moonlight? Yeah? Do you want Bama to take something to remember your little play date?"

And before Peng could make a snarking comment, they squawk! at the feeling of feathers being removed. They look up and see Yuebei playing with a handful of golden feathers. The Shadow Monkey grinning like a cat who's caught a mouse. The celestial bird faints from embarassment.

Macaque has one of the feathers preserved as a bookmark. It brings him great joy.

Again tysm for being so invested in this au!

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gloryy-vs · 2 years ago

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Huntress’ Call

chapter 6 : reconciliation

prompt: you’re an aggressive warrior, praised by the clan and close to the sully family. neteyam caught your eye but you’re convinced you’ll never be as mighty or honorable as he is. you also caught neteyams eye but he assumes he will never be as truly dedicated to the warrior life as you are. ao’nung slowly begins to fall for you, and you return the feeling. but you know that things between you and neteyam are not so simple as done.

ratings: sfw, violence, war, angsty, enemies to friends to lovers, warrior, aggression

characters: Neteyam x na’vi! reader, Ao’nung x na’vi! reader

You woke up to a gentle shaking, and the clacking of what sounded like beads. The light that poured in through the cracks of the Marui hit and littered the small area with sun patch and casted shadows. You sat up, shielding your eyes from the sunlight.

“I’m up, you can quit it-“ You said to whoever it was that felt determined to awake you. Then you heard his familiar voice.

“It is time to train. We must go.” Neteyam said, just as your eyesight adjusted and you could see him towering over you in your hammock.

Your heart sunk, remembering the conversation you had with Ao’nung last night. Turning to face him fully, he stifled a laugh.

“Looks like you had a night.” Neteyam said softly, patting down your unruly and probably knotted curls.

You subconsciously tried to soothe your hair down, embarrassed that he saw you like a mess. His face expressed his confusion, or at least displayed he was lost in a thought. Wanting to say something, but not able to find the words.

“I heard your conversation with Ao’nung last night. I saw…heard everything.” Neteyam said, hesitating before he sat in the hammock next to you.

“Neteyam, it was unexpected and-“ You stopped as you saw his mouth open.

“It’s okay.” He said.

You were embarrassed. If he had truly heard everything from last night, then he must’ve heard you confess your feelings for both boys. Your breath was shaky, halting when you felt his eyes on you like usual.

“But I won’t let him take you from me.” He said sternly. You whipped your head towards him.

“I thought you hated me.” You said, a confused look plastered all over your expressive azure face.

Neteyam grimaced, “Not hate. No. Never.” Pausing to hold onto your knee, “I cant,” He stopped again.

It seemed like the right words were already lined up, but he just couldn’t bring himself to express himself fully. You didn’t blame him. Being the oldest in such an important family, it was your job to keep everyone else in check. You pitied him, wishing you could crawl into his head and rip out that responsibility.

“Tell me, Ma’Teyam. What is it?” You prodded, resting your own warm hand on top of his.

“I know you’re a strong warrior, but it isn’t you. Seeing you morph into someone who I didn’t grow up with. It was like a competition on who could outcast themself more in the relationship.” He explained, eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“I felt the same. We spent every second together, and ever since you reached adulthood, the distance was killing me. You changed too.” You gripped onto his hand, and he returned the motion.

“It wasn’t easy for either of us. The war, my family, your feelings, the burdens.” He grimaced just thinking about everything and how it led them to this moment on foreign soil.

“We need to start this over.” You said. “Understand each other once again. I want to do this with you.” Happy that you were able to have a heart to heart, your mind wandered to Ao’nung, knowing the love for him wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. It was a love formed from loneliness, a deep comfort for your heart. It almost made you feel guilty.

Your heart snd brain were at wits end with your soul. Pulling you Neteyam, then to Ao’nung, then back to Neteyam. You couldn’t understand what you wanted anymore. Neteyam stared at you for what seemed like forever, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips. They remained there for a few moments. You noticed the way his lips quirked upwards and how it seemed like he was holding himself back. You knew what he wanted, but you refused to initiate it first. If he wanted it, he could get it.

He didn’t. Neteyam licked his lips quickly, backing away from you and getting up. His broad shoulders tensed up as he rolled them forwards to relieve the tension built up.

“Let’s go.” Neteyam said, grabbing your four fingered hand and subconsciously rubbing soft circles over your knuckles as he basically forced you to get up and out of the Marui.

You didn’t even have time to protest, you didn’t eat yet, or fix your hair properly before you were yanked out by the male. It’s like he read your mind, and you noticed how the direction you were being pulled in wasn’t the shore you two were on yesterday, but instead it was to his own Marui, the smell of smoking fish slapping you in the face. Your eyes dance diver his frame for any answer.

“I didn’t get time to eat either, sit down.” He commanded.

You quickly obliged, slapping yourself down with your legs bent and crossed. You watched his movements, the way his veiny arms removed the pieces of fish and placed them on a thick leaf for you, then decorating it with various fruits and a thick paste for dipping. Neteyam handed you the leaf, a small smile on his face. You took it, your fingertips gently grazing over his knuckles.

Your body reacted to the subtle touch with a smile, the apples of your cheeks aching from how easily flustered it had you. You further tore the fish, dipping it in the thicker sauce he mad for you. You hesitantly placed it in your mouth, having never eaten something like this. Your eyes widened at the combination of flavors, falling in love with it.

“Did you make this all yourself?” You questioned, covering your mouth as you spoke to him.

Neteyam gave you a cocky smile, “Go on, who’s the best cook?” He said, referring to when you two were younger.

You used to make mud pies together. Neteyams always looked so realistic and actually appealing, while yours was just mud slapped onto a leaf with a stick for decoration.

You snorted, laughing like you always would when you both were younger and inseparable. It was one only he got to hear. “Oh shut up! I didn’t think you’d take those games seriously!”

He paused his chewing, another smirk crawling on his face. “Had to, I was in it to win it, yawne.”

You halted your movements, hearing the pet name he had called you. Yawne. Beloved. You hadn’t heard Neteyam call you that in years. It made your heart beat faster, butterflies settling in your stomach. You were ecstatic to have his loving behavior towards you return. It had been so long since you felt this connected with him.

Small, all over the place conversations were dated between you two as you ate. Not paying attention to anything else but yourselves and the food that was prepared. Both of you relished in catching up with each other, a warming feeling. Similar to comfort, but with deeper love.

tags 🏷️: @mayhemories

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 years ago

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Toshi Mashibasa, Kaguya Shinomiya, Hero, Kyoya Ootori, Natsuki, Monika with a bullied reader.

Bullied!S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Toshi, Kaguya, Hero, Kyoka, Natsuki, Monika ]

[ A silent voice ] [ Kaguya-sama Love is war ] [ Omori ] [ Ouran High School Host Club ] [ Doki Doki Literature Club ]

I really REALLY hope that you aren't suffering of bullying and you just like the prompt!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it ❤️ stay safe my dear

Toshi Mashibasa

Toshi is the kind of person to be best friends with his partner, and he doesn't show it much but he is really caring, also he is perceptual and smart so even when he doesn't pry on your personal life if you don't talk about it he can tell when you aren't feeling well

Still he doesn't pry until he sees you really bothered for something or it had passed a long time, his first approach is to ask you if you are alright or if you have a problem, as well as remembering you that you can count in him for everything

For him to discover that you are being bullied could be because you open up to him or because he see it himself, in both cases he will be furious (he tries to seem calm and collected if you tell him but if he sees it he imediatly step in to defend you), it doesn't matter the intensity of their abuse it still make him angry, but he will never dare to let it out on you or blame you for it, and in this case he will pry for more information but still trying to be gentle

Depending on how deep the bullying you are suffering is it would be how furious and eager to do something he will be, and even if they just make bad comments he won't tolerate it, and not matter how mad he is he will try to calm down enough to comfort you (even if you insist that it doesn't affect you he insist on take some time to spoil you)

Toshi used to be bullied but he get over it some time ago, still that doesn't mean he isn't worried about you, he decide to just stay by your side to protect in case you need it, he will even be a little more clingy to let clear to everyone that you aren't alone. As well he will try to talk to the teacher about this problem (and you won't be able to stop him, although if you are nervous of doing it he will help you feel safe before doing it, comforting you and promising to not leave your side), but even if they actually do something to help you that won't stop him to help you on his own

Toshi will confront your bullies only if he has the opportunity (like they show up and try to mess with both), he is really smart and will know how to handle it without having a physical confront, still if it end like that he will do it only as the last resort and making sure they were the ones starting the fight

However he doesn't really want to confront your bullies since he just want to focus on you, he wants to shield you and comfort you, making sure to help you recover from whatever those bastards did to you, either emotional or physical

Kaguya Shinomiya

Kaguya's prideful side stop her from show how much she really loves and cares for you, as well for how much attention she puts on you (something that she is actually proud of) so even is if you try to hide something from her is probably that she will find out at some point

Kaguya herself won't really ask you directly about your problems (or at least not imediatly), but that doesn't mean she doesn't care, whenever you seem troubled or struguling with something she is eager to find out what is troubleling that pretty mind of yours, so she does it discreetly, slowly leading the conversation to whatever that could give her hints of what is happening to you

It won't take her long for her to find out that you are being bullied, specially with Sayaka's help, still she probably find out by her own and once she does she is furious, she is surrounded by a dark aura while asking for more details, even if people are just saying bad comments about you to her is like a sin, Kaguya take it as a personal offence and she will treat it as such

Kaguya is making her plan to take revenge and make them pay for whatever they had done, and how cruel she will act towards them depend on how deep the bullying was. As well, Kaguya will try to find out a way to tell you that she knows about this situation (she is surprisingly nervous about bring out the topic), but once she finally does it she focus on making sure you know that you had done nothing wrong and it isn't your fault, as well as comforting you, if physical affection is your comfort she will do it (while trying to not conbust from the inside), but she prefers to spoil you to try to comfort you

Kaguya will totally take care of the bullies on her own, so don't be surprise if they stop messing with you overnight, or even if they seem afraid and/or apologetic with you (again, it depend in how bad they treated you)

Also, from then Kaguya grows a little more clingy for a while, wanting to be able to shield you in case some other idiot try to mess with you, and if you actually grow clingy yourself and even hide behind her it make her really proud of herself (and really flustered too)

Hero

Hero has been always really caring, is like a second nature for him (specially because he is constantly taking care of his friends), and even when he isn't the most perceptual or observant person he always tries to look after your well-being

Hero doesn't like to pry because he feels like he is invading your privacy but he always remind you that you can rely on him when you have troubles, although if he sees you really down or affected by whatever is bothering you he insist on wanting to know, making clear that he is just really worried about you

For how caring he is is easy to bring you a sense of security that could lead you to open up about you being bullied, although it could be that he see it himself too, in that case he immediatly step in to defend you. No matter how he find out at the end he is really worried about you, he is mad at whoever are abusing using you like this but his worry is bigger

Hero immediatly comforts you, holding you close while he ask you what they exactly have done to you, although if you don't want to talk about it, either because you don't feel comfortable or you are nervous is alright, he will wait until you feel ready, in the meantime he will be focus on comforting you

Hero knows that this kind of problem doesn't get solved overnight so he will hold an immense patience with you, helping you get out of it little by little, if you let him he will become more clingy, not really wanting to leave your side to be able to protect you from the bullies and don't let you forget that you aren't alone. Also, he wants to ask for help to the teacher, and he even ask Mari some advice (that could make the rest of the group find out too and they aren't going to stay quiet)

The intensity of the bullying you suffered is just important to him for how much it affected you, he is bothered by it even if they were just saying bad comments about you (but the more aggresive they were to you the more angry Hero gets, even reaching the point where he will think on confronting them)

This just make Hero more caring towards you, specially in the emotionally part, he wants to make sure you don't get yourself carry away for what they had told you and done to you

Kyoka Ootori

Is really difficult to get into Kyoka's life since he isn't really interested in relate in a personal way with anyone, however once he decided to start a relasionship with you is because he is really sure that is what he wants

Kyoka is observant and perceptual, even if you try to hide it he knows when something is bothering you, although if you decide to don't talk about it he will just make it clear that he knows that you aren't al right, but also makes clear that even when he isn't going to force you to talk if he is able to help you he will

Even when it doesn't seem like it he is pretty caring over you, you are special to him and even when he has problems to say it out loud he show it in other ways, like paying attention on you making sure you are taking care of yourself, that is why, soon or later, if you don't tell him he will find out about the bullying (the worst it is the bullying or the more it affects you the faster he will find out)

Since the start he suspect that something is bothering you but he didn't wanted to jump into the conclution of the bullying right away, but at the end his fear become true because you were actually being bullied, and once he finally found out exactly how deep the bullying is he is furious, even if others are just talking bad about you it still makes him mad

Kyoka normally doesn't pry in your personal life but for this he has the intention to pry every single detail, and he will use his intimidating stare if he has to, but he isn't mad at you is just that he is frustrated that something so serious is happening to you and he didn't notice it earlier (but he will scold you later for dont telling him)

He isn't the best to comfort but he will try (specially if you start crying), but he is more focused on making a plan to take revenge of those bastards who made you suffer like this, Kyoka is smart enough to come up with a plan to make them pay without getting involved into, and he will be just as harch as they had went to you, he won't directly confront them but they will be too busy trying to solve whatever Kyoka cause them to keep bothering you

Again, he isn't the best when it comes to comfort you but he will be more direct with his care for you, making more clear how much he worries for you, even making sure you are taking care of yourself, as well he makes sure to remember you how amazing you are (his attempt to give you compliments)

Natsuki

Natsuki has problems to read other people, specially because her anxiety and past bad experiences she could easily misunderstand a little the situation, and even when loves you that doesn't make easier things for her

She want to be able to help you when you need it but she still has a lot of problems to express herself so she does it in other ways, trying to get more close and a little affectionate when she sees you down or baking you some cupcakes to cheer you up

It would be really difficult to reach the point where you open up to her and tell her about the bullying because she gets nervous whenever you two talk in a more serious manner and abuse is a sensitive topic for her, so is more probably that she end up seeing it herself and the moment she does it she react immediatly and aggresibly, going against the bullies and calling them idiots for what they are doing (still she doesn't want to get into a physical fight)

Is probably that she will seem mad at you when she ask you about it, but she isn't, is just that it frustrated her that you are suffering from this kind of abuse, and even more that she didn't noticed it earlier (even more because she is a victim from abuse too), she will apologize later and make it clear that she isn't mad at you but at herself

She will overcome her nervous and frustration and ask you about what those idiots had been doing to you, it doesn't matter if they had been just saying bad things about you or they actually physically attack you she is mad at them, Natsuki won't really ask for help to anyone else (maybe to the rest of the club only if is something too deep)

Natsuki isn't the best to comfort you but she still tries to, but she is more focused on shield you from the bullies, she already has a bad reputation since she tend to be pretty aggresive with words so it isn't nothing new for her, she react really aggresive to whoever even speak bad about you but still tries to avoid getting physical

Natsuki still has problems dealing with her own traumas with the abuse she suffer from her house so after this she probably end up insolating with you a little more as well as getting more clingy, and since now you somehow can understand her better she will open up more about her own experience, being a healing process for both

Monika

Monika is really caring and she is pretty observant too so for her isn't too difficult to tell when you aren't feeling too well, and she wants to be of help whenever you have troubles but she still has problems to bring up the topic, fearing that she may be invasive or rude

Whenever you seem troubled with something Monika tries to motivate you to talk to her, remembering you that you can count with her and that she will always help you at the best of her habilities

For Monika to discover that you are bullied is because she sees it herself (in this case she will imediatly stand up for you, she doesn't want to confront them directly but she at least will help you get away from them) or because you open up to her (since she is pretty caring and willing to heard you vent it could give you a sense of security about saying her directly)

Monika feel horrible that you had to suffer from all that, she has to hold herself back before she start crying out of sadness and frustration, even is they are just saying bad comments about you it doesn't matter because you shouldn't be suffering for that, and she doesn't want to cry right now because she needs to focus on you, in how to help you and to comfort you

Her plan is to notify the teachers or someone who could help as well as not leaving your side in hopes of not giving the bullies the opportunity to attack you again, although if the bullying is really bad or it affected you a lot, or even if no one is willing to help Monika herself will step in, she won't fight them physicaly but she can be really intimidating when she wants to, also she know how to identify and take advantage of others weakness if she has to

Aside from that Monika is really worried about you so she will be taking care of you for a while, both physicaly and emotionaly, she just want to make sure you don't let yourself down just because others can't see how amazing you are, and she is eager to be of help

Also Monika feels really bad that she didn't notice it before, and the more time you suffered this the more frustrated she feels so, somehow, she is trying to make it up for you too

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keischreiber · 7 months ago

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I'm here with another artwork done by @okcrk0. This has been long overdue for posting because originally I wanted to write the story behind it too, but I just can't words at the moment for my stories. SO.

To give an idea of what's happening, this happens sometime during the time where Marley is actively fighting a war with the Mideast Alliance. Most of the time, Kristina would accompany Magath and Koslow along with the Warrior Unit. However, for this instance, she was left behind in Marley along with the Warrior Candidates who were still in the middle of their training.

However, she received orders from Magath for reinforcements, and that along with the Warrior Candidates, they'll be part of the extraction team that tags along with the additional troops.

Safe to say, when they got there, they saw the current state of their mission. I can imagine this would be the time when the first Anti-Titan artillery was introduced by the enemy. It was an underestimation on Marley's part. They've been through a few missions where they were under siege. However, the enemy had never been able to truly make a dent in Marley's shield... until now.

So, it wasn't surprising when the extraction team was welcomed by the sight of the Armored Titan, lifeless on the ground, and severely damaged. Maybe everyone was in shock due to how severely destroyed their trump card was, and that affected their ability to move. It's hard to accept being defeated by enemies that would have otherwise yielded on any other occasion.

No one would blame anyone from cowering in their boots. Eldians who were conscripted just to be used as weapons probably never imagined something like this. Movement was slow in this bitter taste of defeat. For now, it was important to extract their shifters out, see the damage that this had brought about. Just because they could heal didn't mean that they were exempt from dying.

Kristina would join in the efforts, and eventually, managed to cut through the nape of the Armored. She knew that they could fix themselves up again, so when she saw how Reiner was still heavily injured despite that ability, it shook her to the core.

Often times, she's so good at keeping her emotions buried beneath the surface. However, she was once again reminded that the world they live in was an unforgiving one. The slightest mistake is all it takes to lose everything. And in this instance, if they weren't careful, Marley could lose the only thing they bank on for victory.

Something that she was once again reminded of. That the Eldian race was no different from her. That even they, if they weren't capable, can be welcomed into death's embrace.

She could hear Reiner mouthing off the words "Sorry", to which she answered him sharply to stop talking.

Something fell on his face. Water.

Reiner would ask himself if it was raining... only to realize that the water that fell onto her face was accompanied by the sound of withheld sobs and curses; probably too quiet to be heard in such a chaotic area, but just enough for someone like him who was close enough to the source to hear.

He thinks to himself that he definitely owes Kristina an apology now, not knowing that the only apology that the officer needed was for him to keep on breathing.

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thatfantasyreader · 1 month ago

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My submission for @Aki-Bara for the @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange

Life is short word count 1032. Summary after the war the campers are lost in depression and anger but maybe it’ll get better.

Life is short. That is an understatement when your a demigod. Every twist and turn in your life will probably be your last.

Every demigod knows this, but Percy may know better than anyone else.

His life up to this point should have ended. He knows he shouldn’t be alive. Not when so many aren’t.

Every day he walks through camp wondering if it will be his last.

He tries to appreciate what he has, he does to an extent. But he also thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

The world after the war is a dark one devoid of color or joy. This is Percy’s fault.

Life is short. Annabeth knows this. She’s watched her siblings die in front of her.

She shouldn’t be alive, she knows this too. She prepared her whole life for this war but wasn’t able to save everyone.

Most days she walks around camp being envious of the new campers who didn’t have to make the sacrifices to have the camp.

But as she watches Percy as he walks around camp. She knows it’s not his fault.

Sometimes she would like to blame him for Luke but she can’t. He didn’t do it.

Yet she can’t say it to his face. Looking at him causes too much pain for her to.

Life is short Nico knows this. Bianca died at twelve.

She shouldn’t have, he knows this too. But, for the moment he allows himself to be content with what he has.

He knows the sacrifices everyone has made just to built his small cabin.

He walks in there sometimes and wonders if he was worth the death.

He walks and remembers Bianca. When he does he also remembers that she was dead for him.

Sometimes that revelation is to much to bear. Other times it makes him realize that he must live for her and every person who died for him.

Life is short. The whole camp knows this. While many celebrate their win, many mourn the losses.

People walk around camp alone. Wallowing in their own grief.

Others walk together. Holding on as a lifeline to this mortal plain.

Hoping that if they hold tight enough their lives would continue. Hoping they could stay for a little while longer.

In all this grief only the truly strongest are able to continue living. In something as simple as walking they prove that they have the right to live.

Life is short. Newer campers do not know this. New campers run around laughing happy they have found this utopia.

Percy looks on in envy. The innocence these kids have. He also looks on in sadness knowing that one day soon it will be taken from them.

Annabeth looks at these kids and sees herself. A child so proud of her parentage and her own skills.

The older campers all look at these kids and see different things. A shadow of their past, a lost friend, or innocence not yet ruined but the cold truths.

Life is short. Annabeth realizes this now. She sees the happiness that can still be had in these short lives.

She watches Percy. Hoping the pain she feels will go away. It never will she knows this.

It doesn’t stop her from watching maybe one day the pain will be gone enough to walk with him.

At the moment it’s not. She wishes she could run to him and tell him everything will be ok. But it won’t be, she knows this now.

Life is short. Percy wishes it wasn’t. He knows he has much to be happy for. His family is alive so are his friends, well not all of them.

So many died because of him. Many gave their lives because they believed in him. But that’s just it, he didn’t change the world.

Sure the new campers shall never know about the pain of the war. But, that will not be the last tragedy.

Demigods die young. This is the horrible truth he has been trying to out run.

He walks. Noticing Annabeth watching him. He wishes he could run up to her and kiss her. But he can’t, he’s the monster who killed all her friends.

Life is short. And yet Nico embraces life. But not everyone does. He knows that for a fact. Instead of enjoying the temporary peace he watches his friends stall.

Percy and Annabeth just watch. No action. No happiness. They both blame themselves for what happened.

Nico knows that this may go on forever if no one intervenes. He knows this because it may have been his truth. But Percy helped him. He should repay this.

Life is short but maybe we can enjoy it. It starts small. Percy and Nico talking, Annabeth and Nico reading together.

It gets bigger. Now when campers look outside Percy isn’t walking alone. He and Annabeth walk in complete silence.

It may seem awkward to others, but for them it’s perfect. They walk in sync, taking comfort in the presence of each other.

Older campers start to reconnect. No longer sitting alone, they start to talk.

It starts small. Older campers talking to newer ones. They share their experiences and many tears.

They share stories of their fallen. The legacies of those taken way too soon.

Still Percy and Annabeth walk closer together they stay silent listening to the world around them.

Slowly color seemed to return. Laughter rang out from everyone not just the newer campers.

People walk up to Percy calling him a hero. He doesn’t feel like a hero. But maybe he’s not a monster. Maybe it isn’t his fault. Maybe just Maybe he could be happy too.

Life is short. Too short. But maybe that’s why we should enjoy it.

Percy and Annabeth walk no longer in silence. They talk and laugh and hug. Talking about the upcoming school year. Maybe it’ll be ok.

Nico walks watching as people laugh. Sometimes he does too. Maybe just maybe he could be happy again.

All this happiness seems far away but they’ll achieve it. They all have each other.

Although life is short it can be happy, and we mustn’t waste it thinking about the past.

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A Shattered Peace: Chapter 14

Quiet Minds

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x FemJedi!OC Word Count: 5.7K Chapter Rating: T Chapter Summary: Amara and Wolffe have a much needed discussion on Kamino. Also available on AO3 Author's Note: Yeah, it's been six months. I'm sorry, I went to LA, came back home and fell down a The Bear rabbit hole. I can't promise it won't happen again :)

“We’re still at war, Amara, and you are still a Jedi. There’s a responsibility that comes along with that.”

Master Windu’s parting words echoed in Amara’s head as she watched clones unload crates of weapons and other supplies from her ship to the Tipoca City landing bay. He hadn’t been against her coming to Kamino with Comet. In fact, he’d encouraged it, speaking to the Council on her behalf and ensuring the four-fourteen would be well taken care of in her absence. Amara had told him she needed to be with the 104th, and he’d listened.

But that didn’t mean he hadn’t also been wary of the emotions she’d only barely been able to keep at bay when she’d awoken from the dream she knew now couldn’t have been just a dream.

Hand gripping tight to hers, pulling her closer.

Ash covering them like snow.

A breath whispered across her cheek.

I wish you were here.

Amara blinked back the memories, refocusing on the clones lining up crates in front of her. She knew it wouldn’t do any good. The dream would remain, in the recesses of her mind, clouding every thought and decision she would make. Part of her wondered if Master Windu had sensed this. Could tell she’d be no good in the field with half her mind stuck in a place she couldn’t return with a man she was desperate to return to.

At that moment, the landing bay doors opened and Master Shaak Ti walked in, followed closely by a clone in full, plain armor. Amara didn’t need any symbols or paint to know it was Wolffe, though her heart ached at the missing maroon. She wouldn’t have even needed to see his maroon Force color. She could feel him in her bones and the sudden weight of him pulled a gasp right out of her.

She hadn’t been able to sense him in the Force since the Malevolence, relying on the promises of the council and a brief message from Master Plo to assure her he was alive. And then the dream … she’d felt him physically, somehow, but it wasn’t quite the same. The smudges of him in her mind, the flickers of him on her skin. Only now that they were back in full force did Amara realize how much she’d come to rely on them. How lonely she’d been without them. Without him.

She was staring at him now, could see the exact moment his visor turned toward her. Wolffe was too good a soldier, too much of a perfectionist, to react physically. But his Force color pulsed around him, the maroon vibrating between dull and bright and she could feel his relief at seeing her, too. She smiled for the first time in a week, taking a step forward only to be stopped by the brush of an armored shoulder pushing lightly past her.

Amara sighed, smile faltering, as she watched Comet quickly salute Shaak Ti before grasping his brother’s arm. Comet had spoken to her only as much as he absolutely needed to during their trip from Coruscant. Amara didn’t know if he was still mad at her for not ordering the four-fourteen to Abregado, mad at himself for not being with the 104th, or worried about his remaining squad. She thought it was safe to assume it was all of the above, and she couldn’t blame him for that because she was mad and worried, too.

She watched as Wolffe clapped Comet on the shoulder and turned him toward the door, probably taking him to see Sinker and Boost, wherever they were. But as the door slid open and Comet stepped forward, Wolffe’s helmet turned back toward her, a question emanating from him in the Force that Amara wasn’t even sure he knew she could feel. When he didn’t turn back around, stayed looking at her, Amara smiled softly and nodded. They’d talk later. They had time now, despite everything.

Wolffe gave a curt nod back and turned to follow Comet. Amara closed her eyes, relieved to find the weight of him stayed with her even after the door slid shut behind him.

“Amara,” Master Shaak Ti suddenly spoke from next to her, “it’s good to see you in person.”

Amara blinked, surprised and more than a little unsettled that she’d missed the Togruta’s approach. She turned away from the door and smiled softly at Shaak Ti. “Hello, master. It has been a while, I suppose.”

Shaak Ti tilted her head, studying Amara with patient eyes that, in Amara’s experience, had never failed to pull the truth out of a person. “How are you?”

Amara almost laughed at the question. There weren’t enough expressions in Basic to describe how she was. But Shaak Ti’s gaze was unwavering, and something about that made Amara take a moment to really consider her response.

How was she?

Angry and upset. Heartbroken and scared. Confused and lonely.

And it all circled around that moment on the bridge of the Sagacious. When her mind shattered with the draining of so many colors in the Force. There was only one word she could think of, and it didn’t come close to the truth of it.

She said it anyway, looking off to the side and away from the Togruta’s eyes.

“I’m … sad.”

Shaak Ti hummed but didn’t say anything further, only placing her hand on the crook of Amara’s elbow and gently squeezing before letting go. A small amount of comfort, but comfort nonetheless.

Amara cleared her throat and looked back at Shaak Ti. She couldn’t stand here forever, she’d come to Kamino for a reason.

“I wasn’t given much information before I left Coruscant,” which was technically true; she’d left before anyone could. “Catch me up to speed, master?”

Shaak Ti nodded, gesturing for Amara to follow her out of the landing bay. “Depending on how clean up goes in the Ryndellia system and his own recovery, Master Plo should join us in a standard week’s time. He said he trusts you to oversee matters until he arrives.”

Amara nodded, eyes flicking around the hallway, listening but also wondering if Wolffe was still near. The too-white hallways reminded her of medical centers — cold and sanitized — and she tried to imagine what it would have been like to grow up in a place seemingly devoid of warmth.

But then, she’d lived five years surrounded by warmth, and it’d never really been able to push past her skin. Maybe there was more here than she could see right now. She’d have to ask Wolffe.

When she glanced back at Shaak Ti, the Togruta was watching her, smiling softly.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen your former co-commander, too, no?”

Was she being that obvious? Amara shrugged, doing her best to maintain eye contact this time. “About two months.”

“A long time for people who to used work so closely together,” Shaak Ti stopped them in front of a door, waving her hand to open it and stepping inside.

Amara followed, fingers aching to reach up and pull at a braid that no longer lay down her shoulders. She never should have started wearing them up. “It was an adjustment. I’m just glad I can be of help with his rebuilding efforts.”

“Hmm, yes, I believe Commander Wolffe is glad you’re here as well. Please,” Shaak Ti gestured to the meditation cushions at the center of the room before Amara had a chance to react to her words, “have a seat so we can discuss.”

Amara eyed the other woman as she settled. Something in her tone had shifted when they entered her office. “I take it we’re in for a long discussion, then?”

Shaak Ti sat across from her and sighed, shoulders slumping for just a moment before leveling Amara with a calm but serious gaze. “I’m afraid so. This transition with the 104th is not going to be an easy one.”

*****

Amara had always been a fidgety child. According to Master Windu, she hadn’t sat still for the entirety of their trip from Lothal to Coruscant. In an effort to keep her from messing with the ship controls, he’d removed the crystal from his lightsaber and given her the hilt. An hour later, she’d disassembled the entire thing. She’d looked up at him, standing behind her with arms crossed and a scowl at the ready, and smiled. It would be a few more months before she was ready to speak, but her message, Master Windu told her, was clear through the Force.

I think I understand now.

Amara didn’t remember the specifics of that moment, just the feelings. Though she’d been happy to leave Lothal and was instantly fascinated with her first glimpse of space, her stomach had still twisted itself into knots with worry. All she’d known with absolute certainty was that it was OK to trust the man next to her. Everything else, from the controls on the strange ship to the blue lights blurring past the viewport, was confusing to her. She remembered that confusion slipping away into curiosity the second Master Windu placed his lightsaber hilt in her hands.

Her mind had quieted, her focus narrowed. By the end of that hour, she’d broken apart her confusion until it was lying before her in smaller pieces that were much easier to process. Over the years, she’d approached similar feelings the same way. Study, break down, understand, rebuild.

The methodical practice was why she was so good with ships — flying them and fixing them. And if doing so also gave her the space and time to sort through whatever issues she was dealing with outside of the ship? Then that was why she found herself in the belly of her Jedi-issued Theta-class shuttle in the Tipoca City hangar in the dead of night.

Her talk about the 104th with Shaak Ti had left her rattled, and she’d needed an outlet. The more the Jedi master had explained, the angrier and more afraid Amara had become. Disband the 104th? Split up Wolffe, Boost, Sinker, and Comet, after everything they’d been through? It was unimaginable and cruel and—

“Fuck.”

Amara yanked her finger back from the now-sparking exposed wire and sighed. Her mind was quieting the way it usually did when replacing a problem she didn’t know how to fix with one she did. Maybe because she’d never faced a problem quite like this one, that mattered to her so much.

Shaak Ti had said that the Kaminoan Prime Minister, Lama Su, had at least stopped pushing the disbanding efforts. He’d agreed to the rebuilding, so long as the Republic was still willing to pay and the trainers signed off on the battalion’s progress. It was the trainers who were the real problems. According to Shaak Ti, they’d been testing not only the shinies but Wolffe, Sinker, and Boost, too, seemingly determined to reveal some sort of fault. It’d been a tiring few days for everyone.

Amara had been able to sense the weariness in Shaak Ti and promised to take over, to keep watch on the training, and the trainers themselves. That was why she was here, after all.

But that wasn’t the only reason, was it?

Amara thought again of her dream, which she only called a ‘dream’ at this point because she didn’t know what else to call it. Having a dream that felt as real as this had once was maybe a coincidence, something she could and had brushed off as some deep-seated loneliness she needed to deal with. But twice? She didn’t know what to make of it, and she was scared to tell anyone, even Master Plo, for fear that they’d order her away from Wolffe for good and she… she couldn’t do that.

Or rather, she huffed as she pushed the wire aside and put a hand to her forehead, she didn’t want to. Normally, the very suggestion of that would scare her, too. Maybe even scare her enough into finally approaching at least Master Plo about it all. But something always stopped her. Something in the Force felt right when she thought not about the dreams, but about Wolffe’s place in them — his place with her in them and his place in her decision to come to Kamino. She was supposed to be here, with Wolffe and Comet, Sinker and Boost. Even if right now she wasn’t at peace with what was going on, her body and her mind felt at peace with her choice to try and help. Her choice primarily being born from Wolffe’s words in her dream, though?

If this choice hadn’t felt right… if the Force worked against it instead of encouraging it, would she have come anyway?

I wish you were here.

Amara thought of the pain she’d felt from Wolffe when he’d said that, with his forehead pressed against hers, fingers squeezing her palm against his chest. If she could have forged them together, pushed so hard against him that his skin became hers, her breath ran filled his lungs, and he could have woken up with her in his bones, she would have. The Force’s will be damned.

And that… that did scare her.

The idea that she should could possibly betray the Force, the one thing that had been with her through everything, that had brought her comfort during those long nights on Lothal after her family had left her, made her sick. But before she could spiral any further into that thought, Amara felt it fall away. Pushed aside by a familiar wave of deep maroon.

Amara pushed her forehead against the panel in front of her and sighed before he could even take a breath.

“Thought I might find you in here.”

Amara’s heart clenched at the deep timber of Wolffe’s voice. She’d played his holo message a dozen times in the last few days, but there wasn’t anything quite the same as hearing it so close and clearly. She turned around and offered him a small smile, heart clinching more when she saw him leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed, head tilted as he looked down at her. Something in his eyes felt like their dream, and Amara glanced to the side, grabbing a towel to wipe oil off her hands.

“Comet tell you the ride here from Coruscant was a bit bumpy?”

Wolffe huffed out a laugh. “He did. Among other things.”

Amara nodded, thankful for the distraction of thinking of Comet’s anger at her that hadn’t been resolved on their short trip to Kamino. He’d avoided her, settling himself in the bunk room before she even had a chance to broach the topic. “It’s been a rough few days for him, being away from all of you. Not knowing …”

If any of you were alive.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Wolffe pushed himself off the wall, walked over to Amara and reached a hand down. “Doesn’t mean he should be taking it out on you.”

Amara sighed and took his hand, noting that he’d removed his gloves, and let him pull her up. Standing in front of him now, hand still holding his, Amara finally felt her mind quiet. Just like it always did when she tinkered with ships. Just like it hadn’t earlier.

She very suddenly also felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Gently pulling her hand away, Amara sat on one of the upturned crates still lined against the wall. Wolffe stayed where he was, giving her space but watching her all the same. She looked down at the floor, taking a shaky breath and closing her eyes against his attention. Never mind that it only made her feel him all the more strongly.

Her connection to Wolffe through the Force had always been more. She couldn’t read his thoughts, couldn’t always tell exactly what he was feeling, but she had a strong sense of him. A firm grasp on his wellbeing. Even when he was hiding behind his shields, he’d had to work to not feel him, which was why it had been so jarring when he’d disappeared from her during the Malevolence attack.

Now, though, the filtering effect of his shield was gone. And, based on the calm and curious vibrations floating through the Force from him to her, he knew and didn’t care.

That was certainly different. But before she could even think about unraveling that thread, Wolffe interrupted the silence.

“Comet said you passed out. Before anyone told you about us.” Amara nodded, eyes still closed. “What happened?”

Snapshots of that moment flashed through her mind for the second time that day. Pain, screams, grey, general are you OK? Bodies frozen in place before obliterated into stardust. Amara shook her head, finally opening her eyes to force the memories away.

“I don’t think—”

“I’d like to know.”

Something in Wolffe’s voice made her finally look back up at him. It was just as intense as always but softer, somehow. It reminded her of the way he’d spoken to her on Tibrin, before everything changed. When they’d watched the sunset and Amara had been so sure she was about to kiss him. And she would have, but, as she watched him now, she was glad she didn’t. They didn’t know each other all those months ago, not really. An argument could be made that they still didn’t know each other as well as they could.

But that voice… Wolffe was trying. The least Amara could do was try, too.

She swallowed around the knot in her throat, trying to figure out where to start, how to make him understand that she meant it when she eventually told him a part of her died with all their men.

“Do you know how many we lost that day?” She watched him carefully, paying more attention to the plain white plastoid of his chest plate than the too large number he gave. She already knew the statistics; she wasn’t used to seeing him without maroon. Not in a long time.

He was waiting for her to continue, so she nodded, looked back up into his eyes. “I’d wager I knew about half the people on that ship well. Knew their names and their Force colors and their stories.”

Amara grit her teeth as she thought especially of Bash and Del, two of the boys who’d waited to tell her goodbye the night she’d left the 104th, and Caster, the 104th’s head clone medic who’d patched her up more times than she could count. She was haunted by the knowledge that if she searched her mind hard enough, she’d be able to point to which part of her pain had been specifically their deaths.

She took another deep breath and continued. Rip the bacta patch off, get it over with it.

“So when the Malevolence… attacked? I could feel all of them, even from as far away as we were. I could feel all their pain, all their fear. Just for a split second, but it was enough. And it was overwhelming. So much at once, I didn’t know who I was feeling. I didn’t know if you—” she swallowed and started again. Wolffe waited. “I tried searching for you and Master Plo in the Force, but the pain was so much I couldn’t focus enough. I thought you were both … I thought you were all dead. For hours. Comet did, too. We didn’t find out the details, or that there were survivors, until we were back on Coruscant.”

Amara remember very clearly the first few hours after they arrived. Comet had sped off to GAR headquarters before she could say anything to him. She’d wanted to follow, to be with him when they found out how bad everything was. She hadn’t wanted to be alone.

But she’d watched him leave, his transport heading in a different direction from hers. And as soon they landed at the Jedi Temple, Amara had forced herself to the Council Room. She’d spent the entire trip in hyperspace wishing they’d arrive faster, but at that moment, she’d wished she could exist just a little bit longer in the unknown. Because if Wolffe was dead, if Master Plo was gone, everything would change. And too much had changed these days, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

But Commander Riv had walked with her, his shoulder occasionally brushing against hers, a solid presence keeping her from turning around and running. And later, in the Council Room, keeping her from screaming.

The Council had told her there was nothing more for her to do but rest. Anakin and a quickly recovered Plo were handling everything. She could take some time, prepare for when she was needed next.

Amara had nodded her thanks, sent Riv to the barracks and herself to her room. But she hadn’t rested. She’d cried herself to sleep.

“And then you decided to come here,” Wolffe interrupted her thoughts once again. It wasn’t a question, but she could sense him searching for an answer anyway. Before she could decide how to even begin explaining that, Wolffe continued. “So why’s Comet mad at you?”

Amara blinked up at him, thoughts about their dream pushed to the back of her mind for now. “He didn’t tell you?”

Wolffe shook his head, eyebrows creasing together. “Hasn’t been much for talking the past few hours, to be honest.”

Amara sighed. She wasn’t exactly surprised, but she’d hoped Comet would open up to his brothers even if he was still avoiding her. Wolffe deserved to know what happened on the Sagacious, especially if it could negatively affect Comet. She just wasn’t sure if it was her place to tell him. If Comet would view it as yet another betrayal. Then again… what was one more anyway?

Amara looked directly at Wolffe as she spoke. “When we got the call about the Malevolence, the Council ordered us to carry on back to Coruscant. Comet wanted to head straight for the Abregado system, see if we could help. He assumed I’d agree, but I said no.”

She watched and felt for Wolffe carefully, for a sign that he was mad at her choice. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he was.

But Wolffe only nodded, his Force color an unwavering shade of deep maroon. “I would have, too.”

Amara closed her eyes again at his words. She’d believed what she’d told Comet on the Sagacious, that Wolffe would have done the same as her. But they’d lost so much. He had lost so much. And she wasn’t there.

She didn’t want to feel the lightness that came with his confirmation. She didn’t deserve it, and this… none of this was supposed to be about her. He’d said he wished she was here, in their dream. She had felt his need, for someone he didn’t have to be a leader around, someone who could share his burdens, flowing through her blood like it was her own. Maybe it had been.

Amara cleared her throat and straightened up on the crate, moving to the side so there was enough room for another person, even with all his armor on. She raised an eyebrow at him and Wolffe took the cue, sitting down next to her. With him this close, Amara thought of Tibrin again. Or rather, after Tibrin. In the Resolute’s medbay when he’d comforted her, the same way he was trying to now. All she wanted — all she’d ever wanted since that moment — was to do the same for him. And the only place she could think of where to start was their dream.

“I know none of this has been easy for you, either. Even more so than for me. You were there. And I…” She didn’t know how to continue, how to bring it up. It felt like an invasion of privacy, even if it hadn’t been intentional. Amara swallowed, looked Wolffe in the eyes, and continued anyway.

“We should talk about the dreams.”

Wolffe didn’t so much as blink, which was confirmation enough. The dreams were more than just dreams. Finally, he nodded, as if he’d been waiting to bring them up, too.

“So, they’re not really dreams then? They’re real?”

Amara hesitated, weighing how to answer his question when she didn’t really even know herself. “From a certain point of view, I suppose,” she shrugged, looking around the ship as if it could give her anything clearer. “What happens in there can’t hurt us, I don’t think. It feels more like a shared mental space. Everything we say, everything we do… it’s not just our subconsciouses. It’s us. At least, I think that’s what it is.”

She glanced back at Wolffe as he nodded again, eyebrows creased in thought. “Do you know how it happened?”

Again, Amara hesitated. The truth was, she had an idea. She’d spent most of the trip from Coruscant thinking of any explanation for the dreams and she’d finally landed on a distinct possibility. She just didn’t know how to tell him, didn’t want him to be upset with her for not admitting to it earlier. But every mess they’d found themselves in before, Tibrin the biggest of them all, had resulted from a lack of honesty. She wouldn’t go back to that, wouldn’t risk this — whatever it was — again.

“Back on Tibrin, after the explosion,” she paused, cleared her throat. “After the explosion, you were unconscious when I found you. You— you wouldn’t wake up. I tried everything. Yelling at you, slapping you, shaking you. You wouldn’t wake up and I needed you to wake up because I was so tired, Wolffe, and I wasn’t sure I could carry you all the way to the ship. So I did the only other thing I could think of. And I need you to know that I wouldn’t have done this if I’d had any other options.”

Wolffe tilted his head at her. “You saved my life. I don’t think I’ll really care how you did it.”

Amara didn’t know why, but his words frustrated her. He should care. They were most likely in this mess because of her. Maybe she’d saved his life, but she’d only had to because of her own stupid mistakes.

She shook her head, frustration pouring into her words. “Even if it involved me digging inside your head? Because that’s what happened.”

Wolffe’s eyes widened a fraction and he finally looked away. She could see a his neck straining as spoke. “Jedi mind trick?”

“Not exactly,” Amara sighed. There was no use in hiding anything now. “But similar enough. I used the Force to enter your subconscious and encourage you to wake up.”

She watched Wolffe carefully as her words sank in. She could see his jaw clench, and the movement made her heart hurt.

“Did you do anything else in there?”

“No,” her response was immediate because it was the truth. She would never. “I… sensed some things, but I swear. Wolffe, I promise, I didn’t touch them, didn’t mess with them, didn’t even look at them. I just needed you to wake up.”

Wolffe looked back at her, his eyes wary in a way she hadn’t seen since they’d first met. Amara had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying.

“Have you ever done that before?” He cleared his throat, eyes still not leaving hers. “Or since?”

Amara didn’t look away. “No. It’s a tricky thing to do, and I’d never done it with anyone else. Master Plo always said it was only to be used in emergencies and that… that was an emergency. To me. I— I would never do that without your permission.”

“Unless it was an emergency.”

Amara nodded, biting her lip harder until she tasted blood. “I should have told you as soon as you woke up, but everything was a mess and I… I didn’t think it would affect anything. I’m sorry.”

Wolffe stared at her for a moment longer before he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, shoulder plates nudging her. “Like I said. You saved my life.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be upset about how I did it. It’s still an invasion.”

Wolffe turned his head to look at her again and Amara didn’t know why he was letting her off so easily. But the wariness she’d seen in his eyes just a moment earlier was gone. Replaced with something closer to content, tinged, maybe, with a bit of exasperation.

“So that caused,” he motioned between their heads, “this?”

“It’s the only thing I can think of. I’m not even really sure what this would be called, but I’m pretty sure it’s something like a… Force bond.”

“Explain to the non-Jedi in the room?”

It was Amara’s turn to roll her eyes, relieved to see the corner of Wolffe’s mouth twitch. This was more solid ground they were walking now.

“It’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like,” she shrugged. “A powerful connection through the Force between two people.”

“Oh,” Wolffe nodded, sarcasm still dripping from his words, “is that all?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Amara stood up from the crate, fingers twitching with the ache to be working on something she did understand. “We don’t really know why it happens, just that if you forge a connections strongly enough with someone, there’s a chance it could.”

Wolffe leaned forward, elbows on his thighs as he watched her. “How can I have this… Force bond… with you if I’m not a Jedi?”

Amara sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that rotation and sat back down. “I don’t know. Usually they only occur between two Force-sensitives. But, like I’ve told you before, all living beings are connected to the Force. Even if that connection isn’t always as strong as with others, you don’t have to be a Jedi or Force-sensitive to feel its affects. Still,” she glanced down at him, “I meant it when I said I’m not entirely sure what this is.”

Wolffe pushed himself back up, meeting her eyes again. “So what do we do?”

“I honestly don’t know. But I can feel it, the bond whatever it is, growing stronger.” She tilted her head, letting herself feel him in the Force. She didn’t even have to try anymore, he was just there. And he was almost overwhelming. She’d thought before that he didn’t have his shields up, but maybe…

“Do you have shields up right now?”

Wolffe nodded, eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“I can still feel you,” she laughed, confused, “intensely. That has to be the bond. I don’t… I don’t know how safe this is, actually.”

Wolffe scoffed. “I thought the Force was always right?”

“When you follow its lead, yes. But this… I can’t tell if I ‘m following or if I manipulated it.”

Could that be what was happening? Had she corrupted the Force when she’d pushed her way into Wolffe’s head? The very thought made her feel nauseous.

“You haven’t asked anyone?” Wolffe looked slightly bewildered when Amara shook her head.

“At first, I didn’t know how to, but then it felt, I don’t know, wrong? Asking anyone about a potentially dangerous thing that doesn’t only involve me, I mean.” She nudged Wolffe’s thigh with her own, kept it close instead of pulling away. “Whatever people decide from what I say could affect you, too. I’ve already pulled you into this. I won’t force you down another path you don’t want to follow. Say the word, though, and I promise I’ll find a way to stop this.”

They watched each other, neither moving as Wolffe mulled over her offer. Amara desperately wanted to know what he was thinking, knew it would be easy to slip into the Force and feel it for herself. She pushed away the notion before it could even become a real possibility. She wanted him to trust her more than that. When he finally spoke, his eyes were trained on the space where their thighs touched. Amara briefly wondered if he could feel her through the plastoid.

“The dreams,” he cleared his throat, voice rough around the edges but clear, “they’re better when you’re there. I don’t know that I want to give that up.”

Amara felt an immediate rush of relief, covering it with a quick nod. “Then we figure out how to manage it. We keep an eye on it,” she nudged him again and his looked up. “We communicate. If it gets too much or too intense or too… weird. I’ll seek out help.”

Wolffe nodded as she spoke and a warmth bloomed in Amara’s chest. She couldn’t explain it, but despite how much she didn’t know, despite how uncertain this whole thing was, this decision between the two of them felt right. All the way down to her bones.

And suddenly, everything about this connection felt purely like the Force’s will. Not like manipulation. The way it flowed from her into him and back again. The way his Force color pulsed a brighter shade. It was right. It was good. It had to be.

Without speaking, they left the ship together, and as they walked out of the hangar and reached the point in the too-white hallway, that doesn’t feel as intimidating to Amara as it did earlier that day, where they have to part ways, Wolffe turned to her.

“We have training tomorrow, and I know you’ll be there. But,” he looked back toward the hangar, corner of his mouth twitching once more, “I think that ship of yours could use some more maintenance.”

Amara smiled, the first real smile since before the Malevolence, and hummed. “I think you’re right. I’ll probably come back tomorrow night. See what else I can get done before bed.”

Wolffe nodded, looking back at her, face almost as soft as in the holo recording she still had in her pouch. “Sounds like a plan,” he glanced around them at the empty hallway, stepped closer to her, “Amara.”

He turned quickly and walked away, toward his room. And as Amara did the same, heart pounding the way it always did when he said her name instead of her title, she reached for him in the Force.

She wondered if he even realized when he reached for her back.

#commander wolffe #w: a shattered peace #oc: amara kora #commander wolffe x oc

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deathbirby · 4 months ago

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I just use Mewtwo logic for Grima. HA It's tropey and stealing another backstory but thanks to Echoes he is basically FE Mewtwo and I'm not the first person to call him that.

Creator tried to kill him in his test tube because frankly he was in fact a threat to both his creator's control and he's a violent little thing, his dark thoughts were probably how he could kill him (they'd be my thoughts if I was trapped in a tube and people were looking at me can't blame the guy) killed his creator first, escaped, met other humans who wanted to use him for his strength because what do humans usually do with something they assume is more powerful? Fear it or worship it. He was used for his strength since birth. Ie Mewtwo. Then Naga steps in to protect humanity from his temper tantrum and he decides she's his worst enemy because how DARE you like what I hate. It's just too bad there's no Ash Ketchum to stop his temper tantrum; had he been able to form a real bond with anyone maybe he wouldn't be such an asshole but alas he's just a menace to society with a hair trigger temper. Also it's hinted he was created from Naga DNA so Naga is the Mew to Grima's Mewtwo.

Which is why Robin and the theme of bonds being so important in Awakening match this, Robin is who Grima could have been had Grima ever had a bond with anyone and that's why I like the theory (even though it's in no way canon) Robin is Grima reincarnated. Huh I guess Chrom is the Ash Ketchum...

ANYWAY I love the idea of a Rhea/Grima duo because I'm pretty sure Grima exe would stop working meeting a dragon who has gone through unspeakable horrors and doing what she does for humanity anyway. The real question here is would Rhea be friends with Naga, I think that'd really influence how he'd react with her since Naga is his sworn enemy. I always liked the idea of a Sothis/Grima harmonic myself too just let this angry thing interact with all the Fodlan dragons and get overwhelmed I'd be amused.

And then he can decide Edel stands for everything he hates and dedicates his time in Askr to making her life miserable. Because it's fun and the summoner said he can't start wars to cheer himself up so he has to find a new hobby.

aa this one has been sitting in my inbox forever

#i dont really have anything to add?#or say #grima is a bit confusing to me #mostly because he's comically evil #and then they tried to make him complex or smth with echoes

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 1 year ago

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Radar and the No Good, Very Bad Day

A short drabble that's been rattling around in my brain :)

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Today has been a bad day for Radar. Not just because he's in a war zone (although that tends to make any day a little dreary), but because it's been a series of one bad thing after another. First, they'd run out of coffee in the mess hall. That was fine. Sometimes you have to start your day without coffee. But then, someone accidentally tripped him and sent his breakfast spilling all over the floor. He just got another tray. He was determined not to let this ruin his day.

However, more bad things just kept happening. He got a very angry phone call about some misfiled paperwork. It wasn't his fault, but since he's the clerk, they pinned the blame on him. Being yelled at over the phone for an hour would make anyone cranky. But that combined with the lack of coffee put Radar in an especially bad mood.

Of course, Frank decided that this would be the best time to come and bother Radar about something completely pointless. He then proceeded to insult Radar when he was unable to change the actions of others. Though Radar may practically run the camp, he's not the boss of anyone. He couldn't stop Hawkeye from filling Frank's pillow with cement even if he tried. Hawkeye doesn't listen to anyone's rules.

Radar decided to make himself feel a bit better by grabbing a soda from the Officer's club. A grape Nehi is the perfect pick-me-up. But when Radar popped the cap off it exploded everywhere, ruining several important documents. Radar was able to salvage a little, but most of the drink ended up on the desk. Radar couldn't even be sure what the ruined documents were because the ink was all smudged. He'd have to redo everything.

While he got to work on that, he decided he'd drink what little was left of his soda. He lifted the cup up, and saw a large spider floating in the liquid. Of course there just had to be a dead spider in his drink. Today was the worst day he'd had in a while, and that's saying something, considering he's in the army.

An hour later a bunch of casualties came in. Everyone flocked to the OR to help, and Radar was left running around doing tasks. He was regaling some information to Major Houlihan when a patient refused to go under anesthesia without a fight. The guy started throwing punches every which way, and one of them managed to hit Radar in the chest. It wasn't hard enough to do any serious damage, but it definitely hurt.

Radar hoped that would be the last of it. However, he was sorely mistaken. His shirt got stained with ketchup. Someone accidentally spilled water all over his newest comic book. The shower ran out of hot water. He stepped in a puddle and soaked his pant leg. The lid of the salt shaker came loose and ruined his dinner.

All in all, the day had been absolutely terrible.

And now, this was the last straw. His bear has a rip. It'd probably been there for a while and he hadn't noticed. It was pretty big now. Stuffing was sticking out from the torn fabric, the bear sagging softly. Radar had no idea how to fix it. Stupid as it is, he feels like he's about to cry.

"Hey, Radar, I need a favor!"

Radar puts the bear down on the bed as he turns to Hawkeye.

"Yeah, sure, what do you need?"

"I need three eggs and- hey, kid, you alright?"

Hawkeye's mischievous expression fades to one of worry.

"I'm fine. You need three eggs and what else?"

"Forget that. You look like someone just kicked your puppy. What's going on?"

"It's nothing. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if it's making you sad. Now tell Aunt Hawkeye what's wrong."

"My bear has a rip," Radar says quietly. He holds up the bear for Hawkeye to see. "And it's not a big deal, but today has just been one bad thing after another, so it was the cherry on top of everything else, and I don't know how to fix it, so the rip will just keep getting bigger until he falls apart completely."

Hawkeye gently takes the bear from him. He studies the rip for a second.

"Lucky for you, I happen to be a surgeon. I can stitch him up easy-peasy. He'll barely even have a scar. C'mon, I've got some thread back at the Swamp."

Hawkeye marches out before Radar can say anything else. He hurries after Hawkeye, following him into the tent. Radar settles on a chair as Hawkeye rummages around for some supplies. He pulls out a needle and some brown thread, smiling triumphantly.

"Usually my patients are a lot bigger and less stuffed, but I think he'll pull through just fine."

True to his word, Hawkeye makes quick work of the sewing. By the time he pulls the final knot, it looks like the rip was never even there. He hands the bear back to Radar.

"See? Good as new."

"Thank you. Really." Radar shoots him a genuine smile, holding the bear tight against his chest.

"No worries, kid. Now go get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day."

"G'night, Sir."

"Night."

As Radar heads back to his tent, he has a feeling that Hawkeye is right. Tomorrow is going to be a better day.

#MASH #radar o'reilly #hawkeye pierce #a tiny drabble

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bunnyscar · 1 year ago

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The Siliven's Request: Part 18

When they stopped that evening to camp by the side of the road, one of the travelers asked, “Pim, Manas, Sara, would you be able to gather some wood for the fire?” Alaine glanced nervously at Pim and Manas, uncertain about the two of them working together; but Manas merely nodded. He had opened his eyes fully again, though he still seemed rather gloomy. Pim scowled and muttered something about not being helpful because of his hand, but he nodded, and the three headed towards a clump of trees that was nearby.

During the day, the wind had been blowing quite a bit, and there was a plentiful amount of small branches that had fallen to the ground. While Pim and Alaine worked on gathering the dropped branches, Manas turned his arm into an axe and worked on cutting some larger branches down. Though Manas and Pim said nothing to each other and kept a distance between them, an uncomfortable tension hung in the air.

Alaine wished she could say something that would clear up the misunderstanding between them. Though it would have been easy to blame Pim for being too unforgiving, she understood his feelings too much to feel angry against him. Under normal circumstances, she herself probably would have hated Manas as much as Pim did, since she had lost her parents to the Silivens like he had. But she also understood how Manas felt. She could see how much it hurt him to be reminded of what he'd done; and knowing that he wanted to change and leave that past behind him made her hurt for him. Was there no way to reconcile these two?

Clenching her stack of firewood closer to her chest, Alaine turned resolutely to Manas to say something, when the world exploded and everything went dark.

Manas shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears, blinking away the stars in his eyes. Glancing about quickly, he saw Pim lying unconscious nearby, apparently having fallen and hit his head hard on a tree root. Sara was nowhere to be seen. Smoke filled the air, making it hard to see anything beyond a few feet, and in the distance could be heard large booms that shook the ground. Several trees had been blasted away, some of them with only half of a burned stump left. Nearby, fire crackled. Suddenly it clicked in Manas’ mind. Fire. Loud sounds. Smoke. Bombs. War. Battlefield. The war had caught up with them.

Shuffling over to Pim, Manas hunched over him. Suddenly, a bomb screamed overhead, and Manas barely had time to harden his arms, legs, and back into shields around him and Pim. He flinched as the bomb exploded right next to them, sending pieces of wood from the remaining trees flying. The wood and earth that the bomb flung up stung his hardened arms, yet did not break or wound them. But it would be hard to hold this much firmness for long. They had to get out of here, get away from the battle.

The bombs came frequently and close together, making it impossible for Manas to move, since he would have to unharden in order to run. For several moments he waited, watching the bombs as they fell nearby, a few falling on top of him. Fortunately, his arms remained hard even when the bombs exploded on him, though his arms were beginning to hurt. At certain points, the volley of bombs paused. That was their chance. Manas took a deep breath, preparing himself, watching for the gap. As soon as the next one came, he returned his arms and legs to their original form, grabbed Pim, and ran.

He sprinted, swifter than he had ever run, zigzagging back and forth as bombs began raining down again. His hair extended and hung over them as a shield, his arms hardening once again to protect from flying debris. He had no idea which way he was going, if he was heading for the human army’s side or if they would end up behind Siliven lines. But there was no chance to choose. It was get out of here or die. Up ahead, he saw what looked like a trench in the ground, running left and right. With one last burst of energy, Manas leapt over the trench, rolling onto the ground and hugging Pim to his chest to protect him.

Once they slowed to a stop, Manas let go of Pim and stood. To his right, he could see makeshift tents. They did not look like the Siliven’s war tents, so this was most likely the human army. In front of him was a cliff, below which he could hear a rushing river. Manas glanced at Pim. He was still unconscious, but seemed unhurt, except for a bump that was forming on his head. Inspecting his own body, Manas noted with satisfaction that all he had were a few cuts, though he felt extremely tired and his arms ached.

Suddenly, however, he almost gagged as a wave of nausea surged up his throat. He was used to feeling sick after using his Siliven abilities, but this was worse than he had ever experienced. Had he been using his metal abilities more than ten minutes? Even if he hadn't, he had never had to withstand multiple bombs before, nor had he ever tried to run while hardening himself. The nausea was becoming worse. He had overdone it. Struggling to pushing back his tiredness and nausea, Manas bent over to pick Pim up again and take him closer to the camp, but suddenly pain stabbed his arms and left leg. He grunted and slid to one knee, pain flaring through his whole body.

From the tents behind him came angry voices shouting an alarm. Glancing at his leg, he saw an arrow sticking out of the back of it. The army must have seen him and thought he was an enemy. He struggled away from Pim, towards the cliff, his leg refusing to work, his mind becoming foggy and dizzy. It was too much. He was going to throw up, going to pass out. With a cry of frustration, Manas pushed with his good leg and fell off the cliff.

Link to Part 17:

#fantasy #siliven #original story #so excited to finally write this part

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disniq · 1 year ago

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I'm probably gonna regret this, but.

If you think Gotham War is the plotline that will immortalise abusive Bruce, you haven't been paying attention.

Don't get me wrong, I like wfa. But wfa is not mainstream comics, and I'm sorry, but Bruce has been unrepentantly abusive in mainstream comics for a very long time.

RHatO (2016) #25

Here is Bruce beating Jason near to death back in 2018, the only reason he stopped was because Roy appeared to save Jason. It takes Jason over a month to be able to even hold a gun again afterwards, and he's only healed via alien tech. Bruce shows up two issues later to tell Jason in true gaslighting fashion that he deserved it, that he needs a "kick in the ass" to keep in line, and that he's still not welcome in Gotham, his home.

Nightwing (2011) #30

How about in 2016, when Bruce beat Dick while also blaming him for getting captured and *killed*, and guilt-tripping him into lying to the batfam about not actually being dead so he can go undercover in secret. Bruce never takes any responsibility for this, and when Dick eventually comes back he lets the others place the blame firmly at his own feet.

Batman and Robin (2011) #20

This one is from 2015, featuring Bruce lying to and manipulating Jason into returning to the site of his own brutal murder, Bruce making it all about himself and his pain without regard to Jason, and then trying to bait Jason into hitting him.

These are just the ones I have saved on my phone rn, but also see; Bruce blaming an already traumatised Damian for not saving Alfred, Bruce comparing Jason to Joe Chill in Batman Vs Robin, Bruce telling Cassandra that she doesn't need a civilian identity because The Mission™ is more important, EVERYTHING about Bruce's relation with Stephanie but particularly the way he used Steph as Robin to essentially lure *Tim* back into being Robin. Hell, go reread A Death in the Family and tell me Bruce is doing his due diligence as a parent back in the 80s, when his 14/15yo son leaves the damn country and the Words Greatest Detective doesn't even notice!

Bruce has been neglectful for 40 years, violent since his inception, and outright abusive since at least the nu52 reboot.

Gotham War has it's issues, but neither it nor Zdarsky, nor Howard, nor Rosenberg is solely responsible for abusive Bruce.

What Gotham War did was present it as abuse, without the automatic narrative forgiveness built in. I don't know if DC will follow through on this or not, but having Bruce condemned on panel for his abusive behaviours is long overdue imo.

Gee, thanks DC! You Just Turned Bruce Into An Irredeemable Ass.

So, at the end of Gotham War Bruce has officially lost everything. Alfred is still dead, Selina is "presumed dead" and Bruce is both financially and morally broke. Why, you may ask, is Bruce so much worse off this time? Let me count the ways.

He preformed a psychic lobotomy on Jason

The "it's for your own good" excuse only makes the mental rape undertaken by Jason's own father that much more heinous.

Just when you think Bruce can't sink any lower he does. When Dick recognizes that Bruce has lost it, he attempts to use a failsafe disconnect that Bruce himself built into the system. How does Nightwing get thanked for that? Well that brings us to number two on the list.

Batman attacks up his eldest son for doing what he's supposed to do when Batman has gone rouge.

Bruce beats him up because nothing proves you are in control of your sanity like hitting your children. While Dick is holding back, Bruce does no such thing. He hits Nightwing hard enough to send him flying. It could have gotten even worse if Tim hadn't shown up.

Tim arrives and attempts to talk some sense into Batman.

Tim tries to talk Bruce down. It doesn't go well. When Robin is trying to help, as he always does, Batman uses the attempt to reason with him to put the smack down on his son. Bruce could have killed Tim but apparently feels no remorse or guilt.

If there was any teeny tiny little doubt that Bruce will not win the Father of The Year award in 2023 it died a horrible screaming death when Batman abandons his children to potential arrest. Yes, he left a batarang for Dick and Tim but any glimer of possible hope associated with that action was instantly extinguished by Damian's reaction to Batman's callous betrayal.

Bruce abandons Damian.

Look at Dami; he's devastated. Since he came into Bruce's life, Damian has struggled with feelings that he can never earn his father's love and respect. Well, that was negative self-image was reinforced in way that may never be repairable. Bruce just utterly destroyed a 13 year old child because of his inability to feel any kind of empathy.

And how does this all end? The best part is that Bruce takes all of his parental responsibilities and dumps them onto Dick.

Thank you Chip Zdarsky and Trini Howard. You've taken Batman from being an edgy anti-hero and made him into a callous monster. Part of me hopes that Bruce never comes back because he doesn't deserve his family.

The only positive aspect in this convoluted mess is that Damian and Tim will be far better off with Dick than with Bruce. Yes, Tim is mostly independent but he still needs guidance (particularly since Tim's first instinct is to try and save Bruce). Damian is essentially Dick's son emotionally anyway so this might help to sustain the positive character growth we've seen in him as of late.

The point of this rant is to wonder what on earth DC thinks they're doing. This story arc has been pure character destruction as far as Bruce is concerned. It's bad storytelling too; rushed, frenetic and massively disappointing.

Hasn't the popularity of Good Dad Bruce in Wayne Family Adventures proved that fans are tired of Bruce being a dark depressed and brooding edge lord? We all accept that Batman is a character with deeeeep issues who is in desperate need of therapy. I, however, draw the line at Bruce being an abusive a**hole.

In years to come when fans wonder when Batman jumped the shark, this is the plot line they'll point to.

#I'm gonna regret getting involved in this but seriously #zdarsky is not the root of all evil. he's just presenting it for what it is.#bruce wayne critical #gotham war #gotham war spoilers #my meta

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superhiro-hamada · 3 months ago

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NAME: Hiro Hamada

GODLY PARENT (IF APPLICABLE): Hephaestus

AFFILIATION: Alumni (2016 - current. Graduated 2022)

SPECIES: Demigod

ABILITIES: Technokinesis

BIOGRAPHY:

(CW: Death, injury, depression)

Hiro's brain always ran too fast. Didn't matter what he was thinking about, always too fast, endlessly too fast. He excelled academically and failed entirely at being able to relate to anyone around him. Because he was too young, too smart, too loud, too reckless. Always too much of something. Always.

When a weirdo with horns showed up and Tadashi left, Hiro thought it was all some dream until it wasn't, until his brother was gone to some camp and was the kid of some good guy named Hephaestus? Then it was too real, and Hiro waited for Tadashi to return. He kept himself busy, he waited, he turned his intense intelligence towards finding that camp, but he never could, he waited. He waited.

He waited forever, it felt like.

Then one day he wasn't waiting anymore. Something was waiting for him on his way home. Something right out of a horror story. He won't forget the howls of the hounds soon, if ever. But he was fortunate, despite his injuries, because help still came, even if it came just a little too late to escape the scars, the wounds that took months at camp to heal and a year before he was back on his feet.

Not whole anymore, but when Hephaestus claimed his angry child maybe that was fortunate too. His father was, after all, one with his hands in the fire and his wisdom in crafting mechanical wonders. Who better to rebuild what flesh and bone couldn't repair?

Once again, Hiro waited. While he healed, while Tadashi was away at a war he couldn't follow him to. And then, Tadashi didn't come back and Hiro lost something he couldn't put a name to. Worse than the scars, worse than his leg, even worse than the parents he barely remembered before his aunt took him and his brother in.

Even their godly father couldn't fix that, couldn't bring Tadashi home, and Hiro wanted to blame him. Wanted to blame Bones for forbidding him from following after his brother. Wanted to blame someone because it wasn't fair!

But nothing was going to change that.

Hiro tried, endlessly, to involve himself in the war, but he was so frightfully young, so utterly ill equipped for it back then; he still loathes admitting it but Bones probably saved his life on more than one occasion simply by keeping him out of that battle, and the trouble he went hunting for once the war was over. He knows, he does, but it's hard to voice. Because Hiro never stopped looking for something to destroy in return for everything he lost.

He still is, but these days just throwing himself into fixing things around camp, inventing vicious new ways to fight the monsters that snatch campers on their way to that safe spot, it's never enough. But that doesn't mean he'll ever stop.

As people return to camp again Hiro watches them curiously, waiting to see if there's more going on than pointless games and competitions. He doesn't want to earn his father's favor that way, not playing games, he wants to earn it by destroying the things that threaten the camp; he wants to be ready if the gods have some ridiculous argument and start another war.

He won't be stuck on the sidelines again.

#swynlake event #death #injury #depression

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legendofzoodles · 2 years ago

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LU Deepest Fear Headcanons 1

These are headcanons for the deepest fears and deepest points of worry/anxiety for the chain. They may be great and powerful heroes, but they’re still humans who’ve been through some shit.

This is more of a discussion than a list of bullet point headcanons, but there’s a lot here to sink your teeth into and think about.

Time

He’s old enough to have had time to process and deal with everything he went through, so he’s one of only two in the chain who doesn’t really have any major fears or worries (the other being Legend).

He’s still got baggage from his adventures in the form of a buried but inextinguishable bitterness and seething anger, that may pop up in his mind occasionally to ruin his day or stop him getting a good night’s sleep. All the stuff that’s now made him jaded is still present, it just faded into the background as he aged.

I suppose he would be worried about the rest of the chain, seeing them as his responsibility, even though most are already adults. He’s much more to them than just a leader, there’s some found family stuff here. Most of his attention would go to Wind because he’s still a child (and I love their dynamic), and Twilight, as he’s his blood descendant and if anything happened to wolf boi, Time would not be able to forgive himself (on the flipside, Twilight worries about Time even more due to...you know why).

He also has the Fierce Deity on his mind now and then. Dreading the day he’ll inevitably resort use its power again.

Warrior

‘false friends are worse than open enemies’ - an old proverb

Monsters don’t even faze the Captain, as thanks to the War of Eras he has fought almost every one in existence, from all across the timeline. A random bokoblin? Piss easy. A Redead that can screech like a banshee? Not pleasant, but manageable. The Demon King Ganon himself? Bitch please, he and his allies had him 6 feet under before you could even blink.

What’s far scarier to him is not only having no allies, but having people you once trusted your life with turn against you. Getting stabbed in the back by a ‘friend’ is the Captain’s biggest fear. Hence why he keeps his men at arm’s length even though he’s good friends with many of them (he’ll still hang out with them outside work to bars and stuff like that).

During HW all the ‘traitors’ in the Hyrulean Army were turncoats because they were spelled, which means that their actions weren’t really their own and the blame lies on the spell caster. I’d like to think that while the Captain had to deal with these kinds of soldiers on the regular (which would haunt him anyway, because fighting and even killing your own comrades is still a harrowing experience no matter who’s in control), he had to deal with one or two instances where soldiers acting on their own free will turned against Warrior. Either directly by striking a deal with Cia/Ganon’s forces to get power/safety or indirectly by flat out ditching him on the battlefield to save themselves.

Imagine the betrayal and anger that would have festered within him after those ordeals. That kind of pain never goes away, no matter how many trustworthy people you surround yourself with in the future.

Twilight

Twi has always been on the outside looking in.

Growing up, he was probably aware that he wasn’t one of the villagers (has pointed Hylian ears, they all have rounded Ordonian ears). Despite being really involved in the community and having many people he cared about, in the back of his mind he probably felt like an outsider.

This feeling of never quite having a place where he truly belonged would be an acute sort of worry, that’s just normal to him.

He could possibly have abandonment issues. Never knowing his parents and Midna shattering the mirror are two sources of anger, hurt and most notably confusion. He has no idea who his parents were and what happened to them. Did they unfortunately pass away? Did they willingly abandon him? He has no real way of knowing and all he can do really is carry that weight until he finds it in him to let go (I feel like his friendship with Time can really help with that).

There’s also Midna. Those two formed a powerful bond during the course of TP, but at the very end Midna not only left Link but she also destroyed the one thing that could let them meet. Twi is a rational guy and probably concluded that there was a deeper reason as to why she did this (as ruler of the Twili) that didn’t involve him specifically.

Then again, I can see also Twi internalising her decision and taking it a little personally. The fact that she didn’t even talk to him about what was going on makes it worse and it left him feeling hollow. Having spent so much time together, I’d argue she was the closest he’d ever been with to a person, making the betrayal even worse.

He isn’t all that mad about it, just upset.

Plus, she’s the only person who truly understands what he went through during his adventure. Most of what happened to Twi in TP can’t really be shared with anyone else without risking being alienated. That’s obviously the last thing Twi wants, so he’d rather bottle it all up than take that chance. Perpetuating his sense of isolation and loneliness.

Sky

Having another adventure pull him from his peaceful way of life is something that deeply troubles him. We all know the lengths he went to in order to save Sun in SS and there’s that LU panel where he plays the harp and talks about missing her. To my memory, none of the others get a moment where they talk about missing someone they care about quite in this way, leading me to believe that it’s almost always on his mind.

Not being able to return to his era would be the thing he fears most. Of course, to some extent every member of the chain misses home, but I feel like the most reluctant hero is Sky.

There’s also the topic of injuries.

At a couple points in the comic he expresses discomfort at hearing stories about injuries and seeing the chain’s scars. Which makes me wonder if he has a low pain tolerance or has a fear of getting seriously hurt or even fears pain itself. If that’s the case than his lightning scars (a headcanon that’s quite popular) would be a major point insecurity for him and he probably distresses over the possibility of ever getting hurt like that again.

Legend

Not too sure about this guy. He’s been through some shit, and has had enough time to process said shit for every event in his life to kind of bleed together in his mind. He’d come at almost anything, no matter how horrific with a ‘business as usual’ or ‘eh, could be worse’ sort of attitude. He’s just too deep into this hero business to bother giving too much of a shit.

On the other hand, I feel like that’s just a front he puts up. At the very least, if something is troubling the Veteran, he won’t show it or acknowledge it. Any and all unresolved feelings or sadness that may arise from memories of a certain island are permanently locked away in the mental dungeon. Never to be exposed or see the light of day, so long as the chain minds their damn business.

There is that one tragic experience in A Link to the Past when his uncle dies- and that was his first adventure. I’ve not played the game but I’m going to assume that his uncle had a decent send off, making it a good-ish memory for Legend in the sense that it inspires him to push forward and is a relatively positive motivator for him.

So, he wouldn’t despair over the loss; it’s a normal sort of grief that sucks but everyone’s dealt with it at some point in life.

Wild

He’s been building his identity from scratch for a while now and so help him Hylia, does not want to lose himself again. I think it’s reasonable to conclude that he still struggles a lot with his new identity and constantly remenisses about his past self. He’d do things like question his decisions/judgement and wonder what pre-Calamity Wild would have done in any situation he finds himself.

In all, he is somewhat at peace with current himself. One day he will get to a point where he can finally declare that he is who he is and can stop trying to live up to the memory/legacy of his past self. But he’s far from that yet.

It doesn’t help that everyone who knew him 100 years ago still reference his past self and bring up memories that Wild still can’t remember. Flora being one of the most notable as now their dynamic is sort of reversed. Where Wild was once the walking embodiment of Flora’s failures and inadequacies, now Flora is a painful presence to Wild, reminding him of everything he’s lost about himself and his past relationships due to the Calamity. He knows now that what happened 100 years ago wasn’t solely his fault and appreciates that at the time he did his best in the chaos. He knows this, but it doesn’t always quell the internalised regret and anger at his failure. I’m not sure he even forgives himself for it yet.

Having memories suddenly trigger are welcome in the long run (even at the most random or inappropriate times), but they’re bittersweet in more ways than one.

Four

Whether the colours are a system or not, Four being able to split in the first place means he needs to always keep his emotions in check. Or at the very least he can’t let himself become unbalanced to the point where he has to split in order to sort himself out when in the presence of others. Which ironically, is a source of worry for him.

He would never split if someone made him angry just to let blue and maybe red go off on that person. That’s not a very responsible or heroic use of the Four Sword’s power, which is why I feel like he only splits if he’s experiencing deep inner conflict or in an especially tough battle.

Losing his cool and then choosing to split in scenarios where it would be best if he didn’t, is probably what worries him most. As of the colours debut in the LU comic, he’s now seen the impact the various sides of him have on others and probably wishes for something like that to never happen again.

(I think I’ve got the intended interpretation of the colours, but lmk if I’m wrong)

Hyrule

Getting injured himself/someone he’s travelling with getting injured and there being no one around to help. He almost always travels alone and so is used to relying on no one but himself no matter how difficult things get. Luckily thanks to experience and his skills nothing has gone wrong.

But what if, one day something does go wrong? What if he finds himself trapped in an unknown location and can’t escape? What if he or someone he cares about gets hurt? Sure, he has incredible healing powers...but what’s left if that fails him? What if a time comes when it’s not good enough? What can he do then? Is there anything he can do at that point? If not, what happens when there’s no one around to help?

These always plague his mind and is why despite living as a hermit, he’s always willing to accept help from others and doesn’t rely on his powers/doesn’t think them all that special.

Wind

Like the rest of the chain (Sky and Time specifically), he has people back home who love and worry about him. Still being a child, this would affect him more and be a quiet but prevalent source of worry for the tiny sailor.

Putting himself in dangerous situations is what he has to do as part of his role as an incarnation of the hero. He knows this and has the confidence and skill to pull it off. But he a fierce determination surfaces whenever things do go south and he’ll tell himself that he can’t die here, that he has to live and get back to his family. The thought of Grandma breaking down into hysterics if the news of his untimely death reached her and Aryll crying out into the ocean, screaming his name over and over kills him.

It’s enough to ruin a his sleep for the night. But a cuddle from Wolfie, dad hug from father Time or a dog pile with half the chain can put a smile back on his face.

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