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hobbitwrangler · 14 days ago

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Couldn’t help but notice in your comment response on The Face of Spring that you seem to have some HCs in mind for the unnamed sisters of Théoden. If there’s anything you’d like to share on them, I am (as always) DEEPLY interested in thoughts about the most obscure of the Rohirrim! (No pressure, though, if there isn’t anything you want to say beyond that comment or if you’d rather keep it all for a fic or something going forward! 🙂)

I know I said I would take a while to answer this, but I was on public transport for hours today and this lot took over my brain, so here we go!

First of all, I would like to say that I have been influenced by your headcanons in some regards (highly recommend to fans of Rohan and obscure female Tolkien characters). For example, Théoden’s two eldest sisters have Gondorian names, although only one chooses to continue going by hers her entire life, and some of them also share similar fates.

Secondly, it is very important to me for the sake of torturing myself and the House of Eorl that Thengel and Morwen’s children die in the reverse order that they were born in, i.e. Théodwyn dies first and Gildis outlives all her siblings.

There is a noticeable bias towards Gildis in terms of headcanon material. This can partly be blamed on her living longer but is also just because as an eldest sister I am biassed toward my own kind (see Ivriniel).

Gildis (T.A. 2945 - Fo. A. 4):

Morwen chose this name as a means of honouring her husband’s heritage (since in Gondor the Rohirrim are traditionally seen as being direct descendants of the House of Hador and Gildis was Hador’s wife) while still choosing a name which would not be too out of place in Gondor.

The shortest of the siblings, at slightly smaller than Thengel’s height.

She had the strongest connection to Gondor, due to leaving it at age 8, and left Rohan in her early 20s to return to Minas Tirith. It was very difficult for her, since she had the distinct impression that her sisters resented her for leaving and her parents envied her. Before she left, Théoden and she definitely had a long, oldest siblings chat about the whole thing and he was the one she left on best terms with.

The child that Thengel was closest to and in whom he saw most of himself, which caused a fair bit of strain when she left. She wondered sometimes if her father’s coolness towards her came from the feeling that she was repeating what he did to Fengel.

Had the true ‘girl who is just like her father’ experience and she hated it.

She would become a scholar and an expert in women’s writings from early Gondor, even organising for several collections of old poetry to be properly translated and (re)published. Thanks to her time in Rohan, she also had a higher interest in oral histories than most Gondorian scholars.

She and Théoden continued to write to each other up until Gríma’s influence grew and Théoden sickened.

One of her favourite memories of Théoden was when he came to Gondor to attend the wedding of Caeveneth (one of Denethor’s sisters). The wedding itself was a bad start to a bad marriage but you wouldn’t know that talking to Théoden and Gildis because they spent the entire time catching each other up on gossip and becoming giggling drunk messes (once out of the public view of course).

She loves Gondor and does not regret her decision to leave Rohan, but she does miss her family a lot (nothing like moving to a different country to make you forget how annoying your baby sisters can be).

She’s something of an introvert, so wasn’t close to any relevant characters in Gondor (although I like to think that she and Faramir had a few nice conversations and that she has desperately tried to correct Duinhir’s pop-culture understanding of some historical events).

She's aroace (a concrete sexuality headcanon? from me?? will wonders never cease!?).

Has massive guilt surrounding the deaths of all her siblings, despite knowing logically that she couldn’t have stopped any of them. Elfhelm had a chat with her after the war about everything that went down with Gríma and Théoden and the kids and it was definitely one of those conversations that has both of you leaving it with a splitting headache, sore eyes and the feeling that someone just ripped your chest open with a saw.

She definitely helps Faramir learn Rohirric (although she is a bit rusty, it has to be admitted) and she develops a friendly relationship with Éowyn, although she does struggle at first with how closely she resembles Théodwyn and her mother, it’s vaguely disconcerting to her.

She outlives all her siblings and lives to see the Fourth Age of Middle Earth, dying in her sleep.

Moriel/Hrithwyn (T.A. 2952-3010):

The only one of the siblings to have Morwen’s hair colour, for which she was named. When they moved to Rohan, she pushed for a Rohirric name since, as she pointed out to her parents, she was too young to even remember Gondor when they moved, hence Hrithwyn, which means ‘storm-joy’ or ‘lover of storms’.

If you deduced from the name that she was the type to go for a walk in the rain then you are right and it drove Morwen round the bend.

She loved riding and horses and just generally doing her own thing, something which she never lost throughout her life.

Drove Morwen to despair through her sheer inability to just sit still and do as she was told. They definitely had a few fights about her being irresponsible, which Hrithwyn always thought very ironic since she considered herself very responsible in view of the fact that she looked after Cyrtenes, her younger sister, who Morwen invested very little time in.

She liked her husband and they got on well, but they just weren’t really interested in each other, so no children came from that marriage, much to her parents’ frustration.

She spent most of her time with horses and actually oversaw the breeding and training of quite a few. Partly because of this and her generally very straight-forward nature, she was quite popular with the people she worked with, making her probably the member of the family most connected with people on the ground. Quite a few of these horses and their descendants were still in use by the Mark’s eminent warriors at the time of the War of the Ring (and quite a few of the black ones - which were Hrithwyn’s favourites - were in the service of Sauron :( )

She was the one who made sure that Éowyn got Théodwyn’s dagger that she has in A Monster in the Shadows and helped to teach her and Éomer how to ride.

She also had a massive sweet tooth and would bring her nieces and nephews sweets. She continued to do this for Théodred way into his adulthood (he did not complain).

Tended to be a bit bluff and was probably the least politically in tune of her sisters. Even Gildis, who was not into politics, would send Théoden info that she thought might be relevant to him about goings-on in Minas Tirith and Cyrtenes’ gossiping tendencies did come in handy now and then. Hrithwyn just struggled to care about things that weren’t horses, bless her.

She died due to taking a fall while out riding.

After her death, Théoden had a tapestry commissioned of her. It showed her astride her favourite massive black horse, on top of a ridge as the clouds came in. This tapestry was one of the decorations which Gríma had removed when he was securing his influence over Théoden, partly because it depicted his sister, partly because she was looking a little too capable and defiant in front of those rainclouds for Gríma’s liking.

Her death was something of a problem, since it marked the end of Théoden having a sibling at his side to act as an advisor and support. This also happened right at the start of Gríma’s tenure and it definitely did not help stop his rise to power.

Cyrtenes (TA 2955-3007):

Her name means ‘elegance’ or ‘beauty’, the latter of which she had from pretty much minute one and the former of which she eventually got as well.

Tended to get ignored within the family. Gildis was the oldest girl, Théoden was the only boy and heir, Hrithwyn tended to get attention because she was constantly riding off somewhere and Théodwyn was the baby of the family, so Cyrtenes kind of slipped through the cracks, which she did resent just the teensiest bit.

Wasn’t necessarily that close to Théodwyn because of this (and the 8 year age gap) but by the time they were adults they got on okay, even if she was at first jealous of her younger sister’s more successful marriage.

Morwen and Thengel were both kind of going through parental fatigue at the time that she was born, plus her being the first one born outside of their preferred home of Gondor, which all definitely contributed to the problem. Ironically, Cyrtenes was the daughter who tried the hardest to conform to Morwen’s idea of what a noble/royal woman should be.

Definitely the sibling most likely to pick a fight. Gildis was too mature, Théoden was too nice, Hrithwyn was not paying attention/not there and Théodwyn was too young most of the time, which left her free to be the difficult one.

The most conventionally attractive of the sisters. Théodwyn was known for being beautiful, but in a bit of an austere, Númenórean way (I say this as someone who loves people who look that way, by the way), while Cyrtenes was softer and more ‘Rohirric’ looking.

Her own marriage was a bit of a disaster. It went okay for the first few years, but it rapidly became clear that she was putting more into it than he was (and more for the sake of that being ‘the thing that was done’ than because they were actually good together) and that they ultimately weren’t that well suited.

Still, they managed to have a daughter, Idis, who unfortunately suffered from bad health and eventually went to stay with her Aunt Gildis.

As time went on, Cyrtenes did learn the hard way to get on by herself and became a very efficient lady of the house, accidentally coming the closest to being her mother than all of her siblings.

She’s probably the sister who grows the most over the course of her life. For her teen and young adult years she’s shallow, anxious, fretful and a bit mean, but over the course of her adult life, she gained a calmer, more mature outlook and greater confidence in herself outside of playing a part. Her temper was still something to be watched out for, but she tended to direct it more calculatedly when she was older.

Resented Gildis for getting to essentially be mother to Idis, but by that time she was old enough and mature enough to eventually realise that she wouldn’t want Théodwyn to resent her for helping look after Éowyn and Éomer. Towards the end of her life, she struck up a correspondence with Gildis for the first time since she left and they were able to develop something of a friendly relationship. In one of them she made a joke about the habit ‘among Thengel’s children of passing their children between each other for mothering. Anything to avoid looking after our own offspring.’

Had a few affairs over the years (Elfhelm, I’m looking at you) but they were all pretty lowkey and short-lived since she was quite busy and didn’t want to cause a scene (we can’t all be Ivriniel, after all).

She and Théoden became closer after Théodwyn died, as she helped to look after Éowyn and Éomer, which is nice since they weren’t really that close before.

She died of cancer after a long and indignant struggle, with Hrithwyn, Théoden and Elfhelm in the room with her. She was the only one of his sisters whom Théoden was able to be with when she died.

Thank you so much for this ask, it was so fun to firm up my headcanons about these three and expand on their personalities more. I love the chance to blather about textual ghosts, and this was so enjoyable, so thank you! 💚💚💚

#did not know i had so many Thoughts about this lot but there we are #asks #lotr #theoden's sisters

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utilitycaster · 2 years ago

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I have been thinking about FCG and Imogen's dynamic and how much it changed and i have talked about it in tags a couple of times

Like it changed from both of them going "there is something really wrong with you and you don't realize it, so i will help you fix it" to echother. And now they are both very much on a standstill and kinda waiting for the other to the other to "come to their senses"

I have a feeling that something is going to happen and they are gonna start arguing and snapping at each other, because there is a really fun tension forming between the two of them and their own arrogance is keeping them at bay

So here's the thing: I don't actually think FCG is acting this way towards Imogen! I think it's mostly one-sided and coming from Imogen, whereas FCG is kind of just rolling along doing their own thing.

FCG's arc so far has been one of learning their purpose and the truth about the demise of their party, which was obviously traumatic, but they were met with the support of Bells Hells and Imahara Joe and encouraged heavily to make their own path - and found a deity who represents exactly that: possibility, change, and chance. While his path towards faith has definitely been a weird one with its share of incorrect assumptions, it's also helped him through a lot of difficult circumstances, and it's been rewarded with the attention of the Changebringer. They also met FRIDA and were able to make a strong connection with them very quickly, and while they're still figuring things out, there's a sense of peace about it. FCG still does care about other people, but he's started to consider his own needs in a way he previously didn't and tentatively embrace personhood, and can see a way forward.

Imogen, on the other hand, despite learning much more about the source of her powers, knows less about what she wants now. Originally, she hoped to learn where they came from, and she wanted to be rid of them - or at least, she thought she wanted to be rid of him (Imogen's feelings about power lead me to believe she never actually wanted to be rid of them entirely, just, understandably, the downsides). She now knows that she is Ruidusborn, with all that entails...and the party is fighting most of the Ruidusborn, and the source of her powers. And, to be clear, I absolutely think the party is right, but Imogen finds herself wanting the thing she thought she didn't want (Ruidusborn powers). And whereas the party has largely been tolerant, if not always enthused with FCG's explorations of religion, Imogen feeling out the Ruby Vanguard was met with vehement opposition. Which, again, is fair, because FCG is saying some theologically incorrect and perhaps annoying to some but ultimately harmless shit about a canonically good-aligned deity, whereas Imogen was entertaining siding with a murderous group of cultists responsible for the deaths of Orym's husband, Orym himself, Fearne, and Laudna; but I can see why she felt upset about it.

I think Imogen is intensely jealous of FCG, actually, and she knows it's irrational, which only makes it feel worse. FCG is embracing personhood in a way she doesn't like, but that's the whole point of personhood, isn't it? To make the choices that are right for you, considering the needs of your friends but not erasing yourself to accommodate them. FCG has received support, and even a relationship with someone who can uniquely understand them - in fact, even more so, after this last episode, in which FRIDA has also killed at the command of Aeor. FCG, when unsure about their purpose and agency, received gentle guidance and encouragement to take their time and figure out who they wanted to be. Imogen, when plagued with doubt, has received none of that. She's been yelled at by Ashton and Orym (again: valid of Ashton and Orym, but we're focusing on Imogen's perspective and the fact that she probably even realizes they were right, but that doesn't help her actually feel better). She's constantly told by her closest friend (whose own darker power source was seemingly eliminated without ill effects) that she's "very capable" or that she's always been able to make her own decisions, both responses which give Imogen no room to actually grapple with that doubt and have a chance to address it head-on.

FCG didn't know what they wanted at the beginning, and has found an incredibly validating purpose and a companion who understands many of their struggles. Imogen got precisely what she thought wanted - she even now has a magical item that does take away some of the worst effects of her powers - and it's unsatisfying. She's full of resentment and she knows it's misdirected. I don't even think she's waiting for FCG to come to their senses. I think she just wants to feel what he feels and have what he has, but pursuing the gods isn't right for her, so she's lashing out.

#answered #Anonymous #critical role spoilers #critical role #imogen temult #fcg

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blackjackkent · 8 months ago

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Gale next!

He looks rather stouter and steadier than the last time Hector saw him, and his air is rather more subdued, but he smiles brightly as he meets Hector's gaze and moves across the camp towards him. "Well, well," he says lightly. "Look what the tressym dragged in." He offers a mock-bow, a dramatic gesture with one hand. "Professor Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy, educator of the esteemed School of Illusion," he says proudly. "A pleasure to remake your acquaintance."

Hector grins widely, hearing this. It's perfect for Gale, of course, to be a teacher - to be able to hold forth on the subjects that interest him most, to a gaggle of obligated listeners. Gods, it's good to see you, he thinks, and - without even thinking about it this time - steps forward to wrap the other man in an embrace.

Hug him.

This is rather more hugs than Hector has ever given anyone besides Karlach at probably any point in his life. But it feels right. He's missed these people so much - more than he allowed himself to realize, perhaps, amidst the chaos of the Hells.

Gale himself seems a bit surprised.

"Well, that was quite lovely," he says. "I'm glad you're as pleased to see me as I am you." He lounges back on his heels. "I have to say, I'm quite grateful to just be 'Gale' for the evening," he admits. "I fear my students find me somewhat intimidating, due to my, erm, explosive former reputation. I seem to put the fear of the gods into them. Or the fear of Mystra to be more specific."

He huffs out a heavy breath and folds his arms. "She sought me out, not long after we went our separate ways, and assured me neither she nor the orb should pose me any threat in the future." He puts a hand over the mark on his chest. "Of course it's still in there. A constant reminder of my former hubris, and a surprisingly effective means of keeping my more disobedient students in line."

He purses his lips in a frown. "Perhaps a tad too effective. I spend most of my time trying to convince them how much *fun* the study of magic can be. But it'd be easier to crack a smile on an intellect devourer than some of my pupils..."

Hector listens to this discourse with rambling amusement. Gale has not lost his taste for his own voice, certainly, although there's something much softer and calmer about his speech than their used to be. There was always something in it of a desperate cry to be acknowledged, to be heard, but he is more comfortable in his own skin now, perhaps.

"Go on, then," he says, gently teasing, "convince me. Why is illusory magic so much fun?"

"Illusory magic has the power to confound the senses," Gale says, visibly energizing at the question. "To render the impossible into reality, and to allow expression of that most magical attribute of all - imagination. Had you the decades to spare, I think you'd prove quite adept at it, as you did in that first lesson I taught you."

The smile fades from his face for a moment, his whole attitude growing serious, and he reaches out and rests a hand on Hector's forearm. "It was at that moment, the Weave connecting us," he says softly, "that I realized how much your friendship had come to mean to me - as it still does."

Hector meets his eyes, nods slowly in agreement. Yes - Gale was and remains one of his closest friends, someone with whom he shares the boundless eagerness for knowledge and understanding. He is glad to hear it echoed back to him.

"Teaching you was hardly an effort at all," Gale goes on, not giving him time to respond. "Not like my present cohort of apprentices. They try their best, of course - when they can manage to stay awake." He rolls his eyes.

An unexpected voice sounds from by his feet.

"The cheek of them!" It's Gale's tressym, the one he has often described - and Hector recognizes her as the same winged cat they met on the rooftop of the Open Hand temple. "Nothing a well-placed swipe from Tara can't fix."

Gale laughs, then gives Hector a questioning look. "And what of you? What are you making of this newfound lease of life we've earned?"

Hector smiles ruefully. "Avernus is... interesting," he says with a wry shrug. "We've been making a mess down there, that's for sure..."

Gale laughs. "I almost feel sorry for the devils in your path. I mean, I *don't*, obviously. I'm sure they deserve it." He cocks his head thoughtfully. "I've told my students plenty of tales about our escapades. You're something of a hero to them, you know. I'd be delighted to introduce you to my current cohort - as a guest lecturer, perhaps? I'm sure they'd have plenty of questions for you."

Hector brightens visibly at this idea. He did plenty of teaching at the monastery and it is a skill sadly lacking in his current day-to-day. (This is, of course, all contingent on being able to find a more consistent method in and out of the Hells, but he's confident that will come sooner or later.) [CLERIC] "Of course," he says. "What wizard wouldn't benefit from the wisdom my god has to offer?"

Gale grins. "Well, I for one can't wait - and I say with some confidence, neither can they. Of course you'd be most welcome to stay in my tower--"

"Ahem," the tressym puts in authoritatively.

"My apologies, Tara," Gale says sheepishly. "That would be *our* tower." He gives Hector a good-natured shrug. "It will give us plenty of time to catch up on your adventures. I'm very curious to know what you've been up to these past months - but I suspect the telling of that tale would keep you tied to me all evening. So in the spirit of selflessness, I encourage you to mix and mingle for now. We've time enough to come."

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Hector, being a polite fellow, of course says a proper hello to Tara as well. She seems... skeptical, as most cats have been towards Hector over the course of his adventures.

"Oh, right. You. Hello."

"Gale's friend Tara, right?" Hector says pleasantly. "It's good to see you again."

"Yes, I'm certain it is," she says haughtily. "As for you, well... I've heard congratulations are in order." She flexes her wings and looks him over thoughtfully. "You helped Mr. Dekarios save Baldur's Gate from the Absolute; isn't that right?"

Hector resists the urge to smile and simply nods back very seriously. "If that's what he told you, who am I to argue?"

"Well done," she says. Her tone isn't quite disdainful - but it certainly lacks the respect Gale has for him. "Despite my old friend's genius, he'd have blown himself up long ago if not for the help of friends like you and I." She scratches absently at one ear. "You ought to come visit myself and Gale when you're able. If you can extract yourself from what I'm sure are very important responsibilities."

Hector's lips twitch. "I'd quite like that," he says gravely. "Thanks for the invitation."

"We'll send word by pigeon when we've need of you. I used to have a taste for them," she says vaguely, "but a great many things have changed in recent months." She lifts a paw and waves it in what manages to be a dismissive gesture. "Ta-ta, darling."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #hector is so smiley and huggy in all these scenes and i love it for him so much

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endlesslystarlitskies · 2 years ago

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Lost and Found- Part 9

Genre: Horror, Action, Adventure, Romance, Slow-Burn,

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Named Reader (Named but not Described)

Summary: Ella was one of the missing hikers who was kidnapped by the villagers. She narrowly escaped being sacrificed, but her friends weren’t so lucky. Managing to survive out in the woods with her previous skills and knowledge, she runs into Leon, and that meeting begins the longest, most dangerous adventure of her life as she tries to help him save the girl she saw being taken into the church. What will happen along the way? Only one way to find out.

Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, Death, Murder, Monsters, Suicidal ideations mentioned

Word Count: 4,206

Part 8 Part 10 Story Masterlist

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“This-” Ella stabbed her knife into the cult member’s chest, before turning to immediately shoot another one coming up behind her. “Is not-” Three more were to her right and she had to duck out of the way. “Very entertaining!” She shouted out as she used her shotgun on the now four cult members coming towards her.

It was as if Powder Puff had ordered them to specifically target her, because the ones not trying to grab Ashley, were trying to kill her. Ramon had barely acknowledged her existence- the one time he did he shot her the most disgusted sneer Ella had ever seen- so she didn’t understand why he seemed to have it out for her in particular. It really didn’t matter, though, as she had to focus on not dying and not letting Ashley get captured. After what felt like an hour of fighting and running around the large hall, they finally found the wheel they needed to bring down the stairs and advance forward, but that didn’t mean their troubles were over. Far from it.

Getting up to the third floor, they saw that there was a large river of black liquid between them and where they needed to be, Ella letting out a curse of frustration. She looked around, seeing that there were wheels on the platforms above them, and Ella knew those were what they needed. “Leon, help me up!” She shouted as she moved over to a wall, the man seeming to hesitate a moment. She wasn’t the only one who noticed that the cult members really had it out for her However, there was no alternative, there being no reason to send Ashley up there, who was a bigger target, and Ella unable to lift Leon up.

“Come on!” Ella rushed him as more cult members started advancing towards them, and Leon finally moved, kneeling in front of the wall. Ella climbed onto his back, standing on his shoulders and using the wall for balance as he stood, allowing her to reach the ledge and climb up. There were already cult members waiting for her, and she pulled out her hand gun, shooting the ones directly in front of her. “Go! I’ll cover you!” Leon shouted, and Ella took care of the last one in her way before running to the wheel closest to her. It was too hard to turn the wheel with one hand, forcing Ella to put her gun away and use both. Fortunately, she trusted Leon to watch her back, all the cult members getting close to her falling to the ground with a headshot wound.

As Ella continued to turn the wheel, half of a bridge emerged from the water bit by bit, and Ella was able to bring it up all the way. Now, to the other side. In order to get to the opposite wheel, she had to cross a narrow rail-less pathway that connected the two floors, and she let out a light groan as she hyped herself up for a moment, before beginning her way to the other side as quickly as she could. Leon continued to cover her, but more Cult Members filed in on their floor, and despite being on the below her, one threw his hatchet straight at her, Ella narrowly dodging it as she moved to the side; However, her foot slipped off the edge of the bridge, and Ella almost fell to the floor below where there were more members waiting to get ahold of her. She barely managed to catch herself, though her chin had slammed down hard on the stone, rattling her teeth and spreading the taste of blood across her now injured tongue. “Ella!” She heard Ashley scream behind her, but all Ella could focus on was kicking her legs to avoid the grabby hands of the cult below her, as well keeping an eye on the ones still on the bridge. Her arms were folded on the platform, Ella unable to find a grip to get herself up, and she hissed when a knife sliced into the side of her calf. Leon was doing everything he could, but there were too many in two different spots, not to mention the ones coming for him and Ashley, and he had to focus on the priority, Ella hearing him cursing behind her. She knew his hands were tied. He couldn’t use his shotgun or grenades, as he risked hitting Ella, so he had to stick to his handgun or magnum, which had limited rates of fire.

“Fuck- Come on Ella, think!” She ground out after spitting out the blood that had filled her mouth. Speaking made the wounds on her tongue and chin more apparent, but she couldn’t care about it at the moment. An idea popped into her head, though it was risky, but she didn’t have anything to lose. In a quick movement, she lowered herself down, only her hands keeping her on the ledge now, and she was able to use the metal helmets of the cult members below her to push off and jump up, almost slipping once more but catching herself. She took a moment to catch her breath, Leon able to focus on the ones on the bridge, who were much more manageable. “You okay?” He called, and Ella nodded, holding her hand out and giving him a thumbs up. SHe needed a moment to catch her breath, but soon she was getting up and moving over the now cleared bridge. She had sustained quite a few cuts on her legs, some deeper than the others, but she pushed through the stinging pain, making it to the other side and turning the wheel to raise the last half of the bridge. Once it was up, she didn’t waste any time as she climbed over the ledge and jumped down. It wasn’t too big of a height, but her injured legs gave out on her, and she would have tumbled to the floor had Leon not suddenly been there to catch her.

She didn’t know how many times he had been there to catch her when she stumbled, but she greatly appreciated him. He had saved her knees on more than one occasion, and she was sure that if it wasn’t for him, she’d already be covered head to toe in bandages, if not dead. “You alright?” He asked her once more, and she looked up at him, taking in the concern in his expression. He may be much better at managing his emotions than her, but she knew he cared about her as much as she did him, and that was a comforting realization. She knew that it was just him being a good person and nothing more, but considering the alternative was him not giving a shit about her wellbeing whatsoever, she would take what she could get. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Let’s go.” She realized she had been staring at him a little too long, and they didn’t have time to waste. He nodded and released her, Ella ignoring the ridiculous feeling of loss that rose in her chest and focusing on the now open path before them.

The three quickly made it over the wet carpeted bridge to the other side, running up the stairs and pushing open the large doors, letting them close behind them and give them reprieve from the fighting. Ella was still panting lightly as she noticed the surprisingly beautiful outside area in front of them. There was a large water fountain with plants and pink and white flowers lining the edge of it. If it weren’t for where they were, Ella would want to snap a picture of it. She winced as she made it over to the edge of the fountain, sitting on the stone and looking down at her legs, which were pretty cut up. Her tights had been ruined long ago, so she wasn’t worried about them as she ripped off the material around the cuts. “God, I really wish I had decided to wear pants before coming here.” She joked as she pulled out first aid spray and bandages. What was only a little over a week ago felt like years. She remembered thinking that it wasn’t real cold where they were headed, but it could get a little chilly, hence shorts with tights and a short sleeve t-shirt with a flannel. Her legs were covered, but not too covered, and she had the pockets awarded to her by jean short. It had seemed so practical before. “Ella, they were after you.” Ashley pointed out, concerned. She was used to being a target herself, but she had never seen them explicitly target one of the other two before. “You noticed that too huh? I guess Ramon really didn’t like my Powder Puff joke.” She chucked before she grimaced at the sting of the spray. At this rate, she was going to be covered head to toe in bandages. Leon had a few of his own from minor wounds sustained in their many fights, but Ella still had him beat.

She saw Ashley’s look of worry. “Hey, don’t stress about it. This isn’t the first time my big mouth has gotten me into trouble, and I promise it won’t be the last.” She assured her, giving her a comforting smile, before focusing back on wrapping her wounds. Her hands were shaking lightly as the last of the adrenaline wore off, the pain in her legs becoming more apparent, and it was harder for her to properly wrap the bandage than she had thought it would be. “No, this was more than that.” Leon spoke up after being characteristically quiet, suddenly kneeling down in front of her and taking the bandages from her hands. He must have seen that she was struggling, and Ella could only assume he wanted to pick up the pace, pressing her lips together as she tried to push the feeling of being a hindrance away. It didn’t help that Leon was clearly upset, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was at her. She tried not to think about it too hard, leaning back to give him more space. Instead, she focused on his words, her brows furrowing. “What do you mean?” What else could it be? Unless he was thinking that somehow he was involved. ”You don’t think The Priest has anything to do with this do you?” The mention of him had Ashley looking at them in confusion, but neither offered an explanation, too busy considering the possibility of him being involved somehow. She knew he had escaped, but being in the castle and behind the walls had made it feel like they were done with him, at least for a little while, for some reason. “I don’t know, but we can’t rule it out. You need to stick close, alright?” He told her, and Ella didn’t want to argue with him, as he was already upset, so she just nodded. Really, she didn’t think he would be trying to kidnap her again. Those cult members were trying to kill her, not ritually sacrifice her. But she supposed it never hurt to be cautious.

It was quiet then, the only sound being the unraveling of bandages and tape as Leon worked on covering all of the wounds. At one point, he had wordlessly pushed her legs apart for better access to a cut that went around her knee, and Ella had to mentally tell her traitorous body that now was not the time for butterflies to erupt in her chest, reminding herself of the situation they were currently in. That was much easier to do when Leon accidentally wrapped the bandage a little too tightly, Ella letting out a small yelp of pain as she grabbed his shoulder as if to push him away, giving him a look of indignation.

“Sorry.” He chuckled as he adjusted the bandage, and Ella would be annoyed if she wasn’t relieved that he was no longer frowning. Maybe he hadn’t been upset at her after all.

A few more tortuous seconds passed, but soon Leon was done wrapping the wounds on her legs, and he stood up, holding a hand out for her. Ella took it, getting up off the fountain before running her tongue over her teeth, feeling the small wound at the tip. Fortunately her tongue was intact, her teeth having just grazed the muscle for the most part, but it still hurt like hell. That didn’t even include the scrape on the underside of her already bruised chin, and she realized she would need to clean that as well. The fight in the large hall had really done a number on her, but considering she had been a target, she supposed that made sense. If only she had Leon’s skills, because then maybe she’d be better at avoiding getting injured so often.

“Here.” Leon raised his hand to gently cup her jaw, tilting her head back to get a better angle on the injury and leaning his head forward. If Ella wasn’t in pain, she was sure his touch and proximity would have once again caused goosebumps to spread over her skin, her body clearly not caring about how inappropriate the timing was. Ashley handed him the spray, and Ella closed her eyes, the now familiar sting almost comforting to her as Leon carefully sprayed the wound. At least the pain meant her wounds were clean. Leon cut a small piece of bandage, taping it to the bottom of her chin and effectively covering it.

“Better?” He asked her as he released her jaw, though he didn’t immediately step away from her. Ella looked into his blue eyes, seeing a touch of gentleness that made her heart flutter lightly, and she nodded her head.

“Yeah. . .thanks.” She really hoped her cheeks weren’t as flushed as they were warm, but if they were, she’d blame it on the rigorous exercise they had just been put through. If Leon noticed, he didn’t react or call it out, just nodding with the slightest smile on his lips, before he turned, looking to the door they would need to go through.

“Alright, let’s go.” Ella tried to ignore the loud thumping of her heart, the reasoning not being due to a life threatening situation this time.

xXx

They ended up having to lift Ashley up onto a stone ledge to the other side to unlock the door leading out of the outside area.

Her cough had concerned Ella, who hadn’t missed how that had been happening more frequently. Ashley seemed to brush right past it though, and Ella knew bringing it up would only scare her, so she refrained, pushing the worry down for the time being. They finally arrived at the courtyard, but there was no sign of Luis yet. Had they not taken enough time to get there? Where was he? “Looks like the right place-” Leon had started, but he was cut off as another fit of coughs sounded from Ashley, Ella looking to her in concern. “You okay?” Leon asked as Ashley looked up at him. “I think so.” She murmured, taking a step, before beginning to fall forward. Ella had moved to catch her, but Leon had been closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her up. “Instead of worrying about her, worry about your own skin.” Ashley said suddenly, and before Ella could even process what happened, Ashley grabbed Leon’s knife, stepping away from him and bringing the knife up threateningly. “Ashley-” Ella tried, but the girl thrust the knife forward, Leon catching it in his gloved hand. Ella didn’t know what to do, not wanting to hurt Ashley but not wanting to let her hurt Leon either. Ashley suddenly pulled the knife from his hand, slicing his palm and making Leon let out a grunt of pain. In the next second, Ella moved to try and restrain her, as did Leon, but both of them stopped when the light caught Ashley’s eyes, revealing what was going on. There were black veins around them, the usually amber brown iris’ now a pale blue. It was Saddler. “Temperance children!” Ashley snapped in a raspy voice, Ella feeling her heart jump into her throat when Ashley suddenly held the tip of the knife to her own throat. There’s no way Saddler would kill her, and Ella knew that, but it was still a terrifying risk to take, Leon and Ella cautiously stepping forward as Ashley stepped back. Before they could reach her, however, a gate suddenly slammed down in front of them, separating Leon and Ella from Ashley. What seemed to be almost instantly, the veins faded from Ashely’s skin and her eyes returned to their natural color as she dropped the knife, her eyes wide with shock. A sob bubbled from her throat as she realized what she had done. She looked at her hands in fear and disbelief, stepping back from the gate before looking back up at Leon, regret shining in her brown eyes. Suddenly, she turned, running off.

“Wait!” Leon called, but it was no use, and Ella cursed, trying to think fast.

“Lift me over.” She ordered, moving to the side of the gate where she would be able to reach the ledge. “What?” Leon questioned immediately, and she knew he wasn’t that clueless. “Lift me over the ledge so I can go after her! Saddler clearly wants to separate us, and we can’t let them get to her!” She explained, and Leon knew she was right, even if he didn’t like the idea of being separated from the both of them. Gritting his teeth, he moved quickly, letting Ella climb onto his back once more as he lifted her up just enough to reach the plant covered stone top. She pulled herself the rest of the way up and jumped over, stumbling, but catching herself. She kicked Leon’s knife within his reach, before wasting not another second as she ran after Ashley, leaving Leon alone.

xXx

Ella had been able to catch up to Ashley after making some split-second decisions on which paths to take, relieved they had been the right ones as she caught the fleeting sight of Ashley’s back. “Ashley, wait!” She called, wishing the girl would stop running away from her. It made no sense for her to run, as she knew how dangerous it was for her to be alone.

“Leave me alone!” Was all she received, and Ella wanted to groan. She had to remind herself that Ashley was just a scared kid, pushing her annoyance away as she continued to pursue her. xXx Eventually Ella had found her crying in a small room, taking a second to catch her breath as she entered behind her. Ashley turned, standing up quickly as she stepped away. “Stay back! I-I don’t want to hurt you.” She cried, and Ella had to refrain from rolling her eyes.

“No offense Ashley, but firstly, I think I can take you. Secondly, if you run away again, I might just smack you upside the head.” She didn’t mean to be harsh, but this had not been the smartest move on Ashley’s part. The blonde gave her an incredulous look, shocked Ella had spoken to her like that when she was usually so kind and reassuring.

“What? Bu-”

“No buts. And I’m sorry, but what were you thinking? You know he did all that to separate us, so why would you run away?” She couldn’t help but be a little frustrated with her. Now Leon was all on his own, and he’d have to find an alternative way to them, and who knew how long that would take.

“I just didn’t want to hurt either of you. . .” She sniffled, and Ella sighed, feeling the frustration dissipate. She knew Ashley was just reacting impulsively, and was feeling guilty after hurting Leon. She had just been controlled, and the shock of that made it hard for her to think straight, which was something Ella could understand. Her initial annoyance was gone as she reminded herself that Ashley was doing the best she could in an impossible situation.

“I know.” She murmured, and Ashley looked down at her hands, black veins peeking out from her sleeves.

“I was so scared. . . when that happened, I wasn’t myself anymore.” She looked back up at Ella, the look in her eyes making Ella’s heart tighten in her chest. “I was something else.” Ella frowned, empathy filling her. She had no idea what that felt like, and she wished she could comfort her by telling her she knew how she was feeling, but she couldn’t. So she tried something else. “You know. . .Leon is infected.” She started, and that made Ashley look up at her in shock. “H-He is?” Ella nodded.

“Yeah. The Chief kidnapped him at one point while we were making our way to the church, and it happened then.” She explained as she moved over slowly, not wanting to scare Ashley off. Fortunately, the young girl stayed put, and Ella took a seat on the plushy couch next to her. “But. . .aren’t you scared that he’ll. . .turn?” Confusion was clear in her voice, and Ella couldn’t blame her. Ella’s initial reaction when she found out hadn’t been great, but that was because she knew how dangerous Leon could be. Ashley knew it too. “Oh boy. . .I’m terrified.” She admitted honestly, and Ashley was quiet as she waited for her to continue. “When I realized he was infected, I knew that everything had gotten so much more dangerous than it already was. I had no idea how it would affect him- if he would turn on me at any moment.” She sighed, remembering all the thoughts that had gone through her head. “Why did you stay with him?” Ashley didn’t understand. Ella was strong willed and determined, but there was no way she could take on Leon if he were to be taken over by the Plaga. “To be honest. . .I don’t know. I told him it was for you, and that was true, but I think at the time I would have done anything to not be left alone again.” She hummed as she thought back to the early event in their long journey. Ella had lost all of her friends and was wandering around in the woods alone for days, surrounded by people who wanted to kill her. She had no way to get home and her mental health was chipping away at her self-preservation instincts. Leon had been her last hope, and saving Ashley had been the only motivation that she could hold on to. It had never been a completely selfless act for her to tag along on his mission, as much as Ella wished she could claim it was.

“But now?” Ashley probed, knowing that Ella’s motivation had changed by now. It was clear in the way her relationships with the both of them had developed, Ella no longer being held back by her grief.

“Now? It’s because I care about him. A lot.” The admission had flowed freely from her lips, but Ella didn’t care. She knew that much was obvious to the young girl, who had been watching the interactions between the two. She looked at her, Ella’s expression soft, but determined. “Him and you, and I want to do whatever I can to help you both, no matter the risks.” Ashley was quiet as she took that in. “It’s okay to be afraid. I know I am, and have been since all of this started.” Ella chuckled, the admission making Ashley look back at her. “But you can’t run away again. Leon and I can’t protect you if you do.” Ashley pressed her lips together, before she nodded, her expression apologetic as the guilt became more apparent on her features. “Hey, it’s okay.” Ella assured, reaching up to brush Ashley’s blonde hair out of her eyes, before she put a comforting hand on her arm. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Ashley leaned into her side, resting her head on her shoulder, and Ella leaned her own against Ashley’s after a moment.

“Thanks. . .” The latter murmured, and Ella hummed in response, closing her eyes. This reminded her of the times she had to comfort Alice when she was going through hard times, and Ella smiled softly at the memories. It was crazy how often Ashley reminded her of her best friend, and Ella was sure the two would have been great friends had they gotten the chance to meet.

“Should we go find Leon?” Ashley asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence, and Ella sighed. “Unfortunately that’ll do more harm than good.” She responded.. “We don’t know which alternate route he had to take, so we don’t know where he could be coming from. It’s best if we just stay here, maybe keep a look out for him while we lay low.” As much as she wanted to go after him, Ashley came first, and dragging her about the unfamiliar castle wouldn’t be safe, especially because Saddler knew she was more vulnerable right now. Ella didn’t like it, worry for Leon swirling in her chest, but they didn’t have any other choice but to say put.

A few minutes later, the door behind them opened, both Ella and Ashley turning to look in hopes of seeing their lost companion walk through the door.

But it wasn’t him.

#Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x OC #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy Fanfiction #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil 4 Remake #Leon S. Kennedy #Lost and Found

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offrozenmemoirs · 4 months ago

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The truth of your nature is getting to you, I can see it in your eyes every time we settle together. Every time I'm with you, I can only think to beg of you not to obsess yourself with impermanence. Why care so much for the future, when the here and now is so close, and... so warm?

You look towards a future so obfuscative like a blizzard clouding the path forward, and I suppose part of me shouldn't be so surprised. A warrior and a worrier is what I've always known and loved, and will love until my last winter by your side.

Please, let not the thought of this orchid withering plague you so much, that you forget to indulge in it's scent, it's beauty, in the spring light we bask in now.

Anonymous Thoughts || Accepting!

"How can I not obsess over it? I've only now just gotten my memories back and I'm forced to come to terms with the fact that I'll outlive most of the people I care about? I haven't even gotten used to the fact that I'm no longer a watcher!"

He doesn't know how to get used to that still, how could he? Yes, he can still talk to the Deathwatchers and Pharasma but it's not the same, not to him. He misses their realm, he misses Pharasma's gardens. He misses the simplicity of life.

"I still haven't even begun to talk with Eleanor about her sealing away my memories I know why she did it and I can even understand a bit too, and yet I'm still..."

Seraph clenches a fist, before running his hands through his dreads.

"I don't even know where to start with all the things that I have left to process in my mind. Do you want to know where my dragoon training came from? Khorne. He's the one who trained me in all of this, to harness that power when I lost my reaper's abilities. Every time I take to the skies again, I have to remind myself that it's something given to me by a Chaos God, and we know that power comes with a price!"

Even now, with everything, he knows there's incidents where he loses control over himself, and it's partly his draconic instincts telling him what to do and partly Khorne's influence. He knows things could be worse, and it's why he feels terrible about complaining, why he doesn't bother to share what's on his mind most of the time.

"Hah, the best part about all of this? I'm jealous of a woman who I hate, that, I can accept. I don't like it, but sure, I can accept it. But I'm jealous of you and Sino! It's so fucking stupid to be jealous of my partner and one of my closest friends, and yet here I am, being a selfish bastard! But you two have a connection with each other that I won't ever have."

He throws his hands up in exasperation, frustrated with himself, with everything right now. He hears Khorne's voice in his head, and clutches his head, closing his eyes and taking a breath. The god's voice only grew louder, and his meditation techniques weren't helping like they should've been. It's nothing compared to what Makoto went through, but he doesn't have the resistance that his brother does. His brother was able to live with this for thousands of years, so why was he having such a hard time?

"We can't even have a vacation without something going wrong! We've been working our asses off ever since we set out for Argyll, and I just want to take time to rest! Instead, what are we doing, planning to take down a Cetacean chieftain that stole Rhalgr's trident! Ah, right, and we can't forget, Rhalgr himself being angry for losing the damn thing! Before I left my cloister, I didn't have to worry about the fate of the world itself! Hell, I had to get used to being back in a mortal realm, I think while I was training, for me it was over ten or so years? I don't care to remember."

He takes anoter breath, trying to calm himself, but it's shaky, and he clenches his fists, not noticing the shards of ice beginning to fall from his hands.

"I wish that Sino looked at me the way she does you, sometimes. And sometimes, I wish we actually sat down and talked about us. We had a fling and then I came back after a few months...Right after Lenora died. I was supposed to be stronger, and I still failed to make any difference against Kaydian. I'm supposed to be the shield of this party, and Sino almost died against those sea drakes, because I wasn't strong enough. It should've been me on the ground, not her."

He can't even begin to say why he carries so much guilt, or why he takes on so much. Perhaps it's because he wants those he loves to take time for themselves, to be safe, to be protected, but he's the one who has to be protected. He feels his eyes stinging, and he grows more annoyed at himself. He's just whining now, and that's not what he's supposed to be doing. Sure, every warrior needs to take a break or to talk about their problems, but he's going too far.

"I don't want to be the one who kills everything. I want to protect others, not be the one who cuts others down."

Seraph finally leans against the wall, sliding down slowly, before tucking his head into his knees. His shoulders shake, and he begins to sob.

[Damn it all, I'm supposed to be better than this! Yet here I am crying again!]

"I'm tired, of fighting. Just once, I'd like to have a peaceful month of no fighting. I miss my family, I miss having them to talk to, hell, I miss Makoto complaining about your counterpart and his feelings towards him! I don't want to think about my nature as a demispirit, but I have to, because I have to prepare myself for the day I lose you and Sino. I want to be mad at someone, anyone, but I know the only person I can be mad at is myself. Because I've let this fester and grow like a bad wound. She was right, you know? Sino told me that I shouldn't rush to get my answers...Well, now look at me. I'm crying and whining because my life is oh so hard. I'm just a sheltered cleric who's in over his head, aren't I?"

How was he supposed to be a champion of Winter, to make his father proud, to find his mother when he can't even begin to let his friends know he's not okay? Maybe it was a good thing, that they can't see him like this, Winter would likely bring him to his realm, and Eleanor would likely have to take the mantle of Winter's champion again...That couldn't happen, she deserved to rest. So, he needed to get his shit together, or else...how could he stand beside Sino and Soup as a champion of the seasons? When they have to shoulder their own burdens and do so without breaking?

"I'm sorry. You just sat there and had to listen to me bitch and moan over something stupid again. Hah, some partner I am, refusing to talk about what's on their mind."

#take to the skies (in character; seraph)#hahaha #so seraph supposedly moving on from a lot of the stuff that's been bought up in campaign?#surprise!#he's been holding it in because he doesn't want to worry anyone

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KEY CHARACTERS AND IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS ― main verse

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Phasma ― A bond of trust forged through clandestine conspiracy, Phasma and Hux have become and inseparable pair. Bound by the common goal of recreating themselves by rising above their oppressors, the young officer and stormtrooper entered into an assassination pact to systematically eliminate those standing in their way. The most notable of these hits being the scheme to murder Hux's abusive father, who initially recruited Phasma to the First Order. The assassination of a high ranking officer was a significant risk to undertake, legitimizing the circumstantial loyalty between the Captain and her new commanding officer. Beyond the binding influence of the pact, Phasma and Hux have a general understanding and acceptance of one another that has sparked something akin to friendship. Despite both party's unwillingness to acknowledge this tacit dynamic. Phasma does not truly pledge loyalty to anyone other than herself, but her commitment to Armitage Hux is the closest she will get to genuine fealty.

Kylo Ren ― Driven by opposing goals, a rivalry sparks between Snoke's favored apprentice & Grand Admiral Sloane's unspoken heir. Years of implicit animosity between their mentors gives way to a caustic battle for power that spans several years, bleeding into their forced collaboration as co-commanders of the Finalizer. Within the years following their mutual defeat on Starkiller Base, something shifts. Snoke's hold begins to slip, and with his death, the last remnants of his parasitic grasp begin to fade. Within this dead space of disquieting liberation, Hux proposes a tentative truce in the effort to move forward and collaborate toward their respective goals for the First Order. Thus begins a delicate partnership that slowly blossoms as the two self-proclaimed leaders set off to reconstruct the First Order into a operative military based governments. While Ren primarily devotes his efforts to the broadening military, Hux reinvents himself as a political figurehead —High Chancellor of a newly established Republic. As their Empire grows, the two leaders enter another contract for the benefit of expansion —A political marriage that will stabilize the connection between military and government and present a uniform front to the Galaxy. But perhaps Hux has ulterior motives for instigating this premediated union...

Dopheld Mitaka ― Perhaps Armitage's longest standing connection; Dopheld is the son of two if Armitage's step mother's close family friends. The pair were acquainted at infancy. Armitage's step mother declared the Mitaka her adopted son's godparents, unbeknownst to his father. Armitage lost connection with the Mitaka's when he was kidnapped from his step mother, by his father Brendol. He was reunited with the younger boy in the First Order Academy, years later upon the Star Destroyer Eclipse. Young Dopheld idolized Armitage throughout their academic years. His idolization was indirectly encourage by his father, Dr. Mitaka, an Engineering professor who took great interest as Armitage as a student. Upon, graduation, the two officers kept in touch, their paths crossing regularly until Dopheld ultimately was stationed under Armitage's command on the Finalizer. Hux promotions Mitaka to Colonel, then General as he begins his ascension from General to High Chancellor of the reimagined First Order. To this day they still have an unspoken familial bond; the stern and ambitious older brother to the loyal and reverent younger brother. That is, until Mitaka's ideals begin to shift...

Rownei Ren ― Acquainted during a mission to expose a traitorous affiliate, young Armitage Hux found an uncanny ally in the cynical knight, who managed to match him in wit. Their success prompted assigned collaboration on several other operations, designated by the Supreme Leader himself. Official cooperation slowly evolved into implicit camaraderie, a development Hux was eager to embrace in order to gain leverage over his rival, Kylo Ren. Yet with time, the pair became genuine friends; sharing information over drinks, confiding in each other through carefully coded small talk. Intentions of deception abandoned to a slowly arising sense of trust. A connection that deepened following Hux's tentative truce with Ren. After which, Rownei became something akin to Hux's ambassador —the bridge between the Chancellor's staff and Kylo's band of warriors. Their friendship aided Hux in navigating his tumultuous relationship with the Supreme Leader, narrowing the gap between Hux's inner circle and the knights as the First Order transitioned into a growing Empire.

Kelan Veliize ―

Rivk Ren ―

Frankie Ren ―

Connie Kincaid ―

Tanyn Ren ―

Karitza Ren ―

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Pienna al Trel ―

Narka Zaila ―

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Xerxes au snippet

The first official political overture the small desert nation of Xerxes makes towards Amestris in over fifty years is a year after the end of the Ishvalan Civil War. Though it is expected to concern the war, and the border between Amestris and Xerxes, or perhaps even Amestrian use of Alchemy in the war, is has nothing to do with the bloody conflict, or it's relation to Xerxes' famously pacifistic view on alchemy.

It is a simple, polite appeal to the Amestrian Government – an invitation for an Amestrian automail mechanic to join the Xerxesian court.

"Bit odd," Havoc mutters, after a copy of the letter has gone around the office a few times. "What do they need an automail mechanic for – isn't Xerxesian medical alchemy, like… world famous?"

"For given the value of fame, yes," Roy agrees, fingers crossed together and a thoughtful look on his face. "They say early Amestrian alchemists learned from Xerxesians. We still use a lot of their symbols in our alchemy – but if Xerxesian alchemists are world famous about anything these days, it's their reticence. No outsider has seen much about the way they go about things these days, if they even practice alchemy anymore."

Of course there are rumours, there are always rumours, and there's history – the great and wealthy kingdom of Xerxes, alchemically on top of the world and widely known for their wisdom and knowledge and the miracles they achieved… who reached too far, tried to achieve the power of gods, and got struck down by said gods for it. How accurate that is, no one knows, but it's known that some disaster hundreds of years ago devastated the kingdom, killed most of its people, and it never fully recovered. Now it's people can only barely scrape by, living in huts and caves and underground, and they don't treat with outsiders much beyond the absolutely necessary.

Beyond trade routes established to get Amestrian goods through Xerxes to Xing, there's never been much interest for Xerxes, except maybe for it's grand history and it's many ruins. It doesn't help that Xerxes, as far as anyone knows, has never really reached outside, keeping to its isolationist values – and since it has little to offer to other nations… no one reached back, either. As far as anyone knows, Xerxes hasn't advanced at all scientifically or technologically in the last hundred years.

Which makes the fact that they want specifically an automail mechanic, an craftsman of one of Amestris' most advanced technology, rather interesting, doesn't it?

"I hear they took a lot of Ishvalan refugees during the war," Fuery says – he's the one holding the letter, reading it through.

Roy hums grimly. There's that, though took in might be stretching it a bit. Xerxes didn't do much to protect its borders – there was no need, with a desert all around their kingdom. So, when Ishvalan refugees sought to escape the conflict and set out to the desert, there was nothing but the terrain itself to stop them. Who knows how many Ishvalans made it through the desert, on foot and probably hurt…

"Why'd they send this to our office?" Breda asks, casting a look at Roy.

"They sent it to Grumman who sent it to us," Roy sighs and leans back in his chair. "The Lieutenant General wants us to find a suitable mechanic and then escort them – along with the Fürher's greetings – to Xerxes. The mission isn't exactly time sensitive, but since we're in the East…"

There's probably many reasons it was thrown their way, really. Way to keep those uppity brats from East busy, easily justified with them being closest to the matter at hand. It also wasn't exactly vital as diplomatic missions go – but it was still a diplomatic mission to a foreign nation, which means that Roy would want to handle it himself instead of leaving it to any of his subordinates. Especially since it's to Xerxes – what Alchemist wouldn't give an arm and a leg for a glimpse at how Xerxesian alchemy is these days? So, it was expected that he'd go himself. Which would get him out of people's way for a while, and maybe open up a slot for someone else to be promoted to his place, depending how long it would take.

How annoying. Grumman can be one clever son of a bitch when he wants to be.

"Right," Roy says while his team exchanges looks. "I want a list of all automail mechanics of East on my desk by the end of the day – if you can figure out their feelings about Ishval and if they have any history with the Ishvalan Civil War, that'd be a plus. Get to work."

"Sir!" his team answers, and immediately get to it, Fuery and Fallman both heading out to probably check records, while Havoc fishes out a phone book and Breda gets the phone. Beside Roy, Hawkeye gives him a look.

"Should I start preparing for travel?" she asks mildly.

"If you please," Roy says, turning to his paperwork. "We'll take Breda with us."

"Understood."

Over the course of next two days, they list and investigate various automail shops in the east, Roy privately wincing at how many there are, and how many of them are less than a decade old. The Ishvalan Civil War had been a boon to the business, and a lot of mechanics from the south moved in to take advantage of the situation. Lots of new up and coming mechanics, cutting their teeth in on a lot of freshly traumatised soldiers.

It left a lot of them… unsuitable for a mission likely to involve Ishvalan refugees.

"Known for his Anti-Ishvalan sentiments," Breda says, crossing out another potential automail shop. "This one has a No Refugees sign on his shop front, which probably means the same thing. This one has a pretty high record of automail rejection syndrome. This one has had two patients die on the operation table…"

Roy rubs a hand over his forehead, already imagining having to reach for the Southern District to find someone sensible in Rush Valley, when Breda offers him a potential. "Rockbell Automail, in business for decades before the Ishvalan Conflict even began."

"Rockbell," Roy says, lifting his head. "Any relation to the two late Doctors Rockbell?"

"Yep. Son and daughter in law of Doctor Pinako Rockbell, the head mechanic of the shop," Breda says and lays the file on his desk. "Their daughter is currently an apprentice mechanic in the shop, too."

Roy grimaces at that, but accepts the file, leafing quickly through it. Old, well established shop, known for their skill and efficiency, with very high praise from a lot of former customers and no known record of either deaths on operation table, auto mail rejections, or any anti-Ishvalan sentiments. There is a slight issue of the head mechanic being an old woman and the only other mechanic being a young girl, but…

It's promising.

"Phone," Roy says, and Hawkeye quickly lifts it on his desk, turning it toward him so that he can dial easily.

"Rockbell Automail, Pinako Rockbell speaking," a woman's voice answers the phone promptly, her tone brisk.

"Doctor Rockbell, my name is Roy Mustang, I'm a Lieutenant Colonel from the East Area Headquarters – may I have a moment of your time?"

"Certainly," Doctor Rockbell answers, no noticeable change in her tone. "What can do for you, Lieutenant Colonel? Aside from automail, presumably."

"I am currently looking for a skilled automail mechanic to take part in a diplomatic mission, likely to involve Ishvalan refugees," Roy says. "Your shop came up as highly recommended."

"Hrm. What kind of diplomatic mission? Don't the military have their own automail mechanics?"

"There are some, but none in the Eastern Headquarters," Roy admits – probably because the East has such surplus of civilian mechanics these days. "And I'll be frank, the likely length of this mission makes it difficult to use any of our military mechanics. The mission is to Xerxes, and will likely take weeks, if not months."

"… Xerxes?" now the old woman's voice changes, growing a little incredulous.

"Yes, the Xerxes Royal Family sent the Amestrian government an appeal for a skilled automail mechanic to join their court, and I was tasked with the mission of finding one," Roy explains and leans back, turning to look out of the window while he talks. "You would be well compensated for your trouble, however long it would last."

"Is this… a permanent position? In Xerxes?" Still incredulous.

"We don't know as of yet, the treaties are yet to be drawn. You would naturally be part of the negotiations and your wishes and needs would be taken into account," Roy assures her. "I understand this is a bit much so suddenly, and I will hold it in no way against you if you refuse outright – though I am hoping that if that is the case, then perhaps you, as a well established mechanic, might be able to point me in the way of more suitable candidates…"

Honestly, with a shop as old and as well established as hers, Roy doubts very much she would take him up on the mission – she probably has a whole lot of regular clients and steady stream of income, and no need to move. But, it never hurts to ask.

The phone line is quiet for a moment as the old mechanic thinks. "I need to talk with my apprentice for a moment, can I call you back in, say, two hours?"

"Certainly," Roy agrees, and gives her his office number. "We'll be looking forward to your call."

"Right – one more thing. You said it's likely to involve Ishvalan refugees," Doctor Rockbell says. "How'd you mean?"

"We don't know for sure, the appeal didn't explain the need for a mechanic. But during the Ishvalan Civil War, many Ishvalan refugees fled to Xerxes. So we thought it safe to assume the two are connected."

"Ah," the mechanic says knowingly. "And they put a State Alchemist in charge of finding a solution."

Roy swallows. Ah. She knows about him. It's not entirely surprising, but… "They did indeed," is all he says. There's no real explanation he can give, no excuse. It is what it is."

"Hm," Doctor Rockbell answers, noncommittal. "I will call back in two hours."

And she does, accepting the mission with two conditions. The military would help her pack up her entire shop and all the materials and tools would be transported with them – which was understandable, even if it tripled the estimated convoy size. The other condition was that she was taking her eleven year old apprentice with her. Both conditions Roy readily agreed to, tasking Havoc and Fallman with her packing while the rest of the team arranged the convoy.

"Guess we're going to Xerxes then. We're going to need a lot of camels," Breda muses.

"Yes," Roy agrees and sighs. It would be a hard journey and probably a hard mission, and likely one for very little gain in the end. Still. Xerxes. His alchemy master would've killed for the opportunity. Might as well take full advantage of it, and learn whatever he can, even if it's only from broken murals on ancient ruins.

Hmm... not sure I’m getting Mustang’s voice right.

Edit: Also tumblr eats italics for breakfast apparently.

#fanfiction #fma #fullmetal alchemist #au #roy mustang #pinako rockbell #etc

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cuddlesslut · 4 years ago

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Part One :Home

Atsumu x Reader(fem)

Summary: Atsumu Miya had always been your home. But what if things changed

Tags: Fluff, Angst, cheating

2k words

Part Two: Silence

Atsumu Miya showed you the most love and care. Being with him felt like you were home. And it’s funny because in the beginning you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the setter.

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Seeing his hords of fan girls crowding his desk every morning made you want to gag mainly because it interfered with you claiming your own seat. Everyday it was the same when you were in high school. You’d make your way to class only to find you seat inaccessible. After finally being able to shoo away the path to your desk just in time for class to start you’d deal with Atsumu incessant chattering or what he’d refer to as flirting. You honestly didn’t understand how he thought those lame lines would work on anyone. But every class with out fail he’d always have some lame line to spew at you. It made no sense in your eyes why you out of the sea of girls and some boys he could pick from why did he have his sights set on you.

You paid no mind in the beginning rolling you eyes at all his advances. You figured it was just some game to him it’s not like any of what he said genuine at least not to you. Apparently the volleyball player thought these attempts were the most romantic things ever when he finally cornered you after class one.

“ Aye I have been trying my best to get your attention for the last month,” he said as he laid his hand on your desk trapping you in your place, “What’s y’er deal?” You cocked you head to the side in disbelief. Moving his arm to the side you stood straightening you paper to put in you bag. Turning back to face him.

“Miya-San you can’t actually expect me to believe that was your “best effort” in trying to win my affection” you chuckled. Atsumu there with a look of confusion dawning his (what you couldn’t deny) extremely handsome face. Decided to cut your fellow second year some slack you continued. “None of your lines were meaningful, you showed no authentic interest in me,” you gave him a soft smile starting to make your way out of the class room. You stopped at the door turning and presenting him with a wicked smile “ it won’t be that easy, make sure to give it y’er all next.” And with that you we’re gone leaving him in disbelief he’d never been turned down before. He gave a small laugh to no one but himself as he decided in that moment he’d do everything to make you his.

Sure enough he put his all into trying to win your heart. While he wasn’t rude to his fan girls he definitely didn’t indulge them as much which eased your morning commute to your desk. Next were the notes he would leave. The first few were longer and almost made you want to laugh your ass off they were his love letter to you that you could tell he tried to make sound poetic. ( failing epically) but still you send him a small smile and a nod in acceptance. The other were little notes, some stating small facts about what he liked about you or little jokes about the day. Next was the gifts he would leave you. Once it was a small flower, another time a candy bar, most recently a delicious piece of milk bread. All of these little tokens definitely grabbed your heart but the moment you knew you had fallen for him was the day after you came back to school after having a cold. After sitting in your seat next to him you saw him rummage through his bag he turned to you and present you with all the notes he had taken for you through your absence. Seeing this boy who’s mind only ever focus on volleyball and cared little for his own grade do this broke down all your wall. You stared at the notes for a moment before leaning over and place a small kiss to his cheek. A blush crept up both of you faces. And from that moment forward you were his.

———

But that was then. It was now six years later and not only was Atsumu Miya your home he was also your fiancé. You had each been there for each other through everything. You were there through nationals and comforted him through his loss. You were there with him to celebrate every win. He stood by you side as you stared college and you stayed by his side as he joined the professional league. Through the years you had your highs and lows but your love for him never wavered. Not through the distance his job would bring and the scheduling conflict with your schooling and his training. In the end none of that mattered to you because you were his and he was yours. The nights you spent in each other’s arm were the best thing you could have ever wished for.

As of recently though even if he was your home. You were beginning to feel less like his. It started with small things like extra practice which wasn’t anything you werent used to Atsumu had the habit of over working himself. You don’t say anything yet because you knows he gotten better and knows his limits. It progresses to though he’s becoming more distant always heading straight to bed after meals.

“Hey Tsumu wanna watch a movie tonight?” You smile weakly from the couch.

“Not tonight YN I’m really tired,” he reply’s placing a small kiss on your forehead as he head to bed.

It doesn’t stop there although you wish it would. He starts being out later claiming to have extra practice. But you notice the smell of alcohol on his breath when he climbs into bed believing you are asleep. And honestly you wish you would be alseep so maybe some nights you wouldn’t see the signs. The next clue was when he now put a lock on his phone. Something he had never done before. But still you don’t question him. The “late practices” become more frequent and it more often he gone than when he’s around.

Part of you wants to complain to you friends but for one your friends were his friends after spending so long together it’s hard for your lives not to be connected in such ways and two if you do it will make it all to real. You aren’t stupid. You know the truth you know the one reasons you both haven’t been intimate lately is because his body has marks on it from another. You realized that when you had gone into the bathroom real quick while he was showering. It was the tiniest glance but you still saw the scratches on his back that weren’t left by you. Yet you still say nothing and you doubt he realizes you saw them.

You aren’t ready for this to be real. You aren’t ready for your home to be gone. Tomorrow is your birthday and your hoping that this will be it . Tomorrow you will both spend the day together like you used to you’ll laugh and smile everything will be right. Everything will go back to the way it was. Even though deep down you know the truth. And the truth is that you’ve cried yourself to sleep every night the past month wondering where you went wrong. Wondering how you weren’t good enough. Wondering what you should have done to make him stay. But he’s never home to see those tear you cry.

The next morning you wake and go to start some breakfast leaving Atsumu in bed. You wonder when he got home but you know it doesn’t matter. You hear the shower start as you made your coffee. Shortly after the setter appears wearing his training clothes and his duffel bag packed. “ I’m heading to the gym,” he states giving you a quick peck to the temple before heading to the door. Those little kisses always cause your heart to squeeze in hope. He doesn’t wait for a response as he leaves. A sigh leaves you lips as you realize he hadn’t said anything to you about your birthday. You shake your head and fool yourself into thinking he’ll surprise you later.

You continued you day getting little birthday messages from friends and family. Osamu had a box of Onigiri sent to you for lunch with a note saying Happy Birthday. You have a nice call with your best friend Suna and he tells you he’ll come see you soon to celebrate. You were on the phone with Suna longer than you expected seeing the time now said 5:37. After ending the call you see one missed messaged from Tsmu 💕 : practicing late tonight don’t wait up.

You heart stops. He really forgot. You really mean that little that he forgot your birthday. It was the final straw. Although part of your body wanted to break down into sobs you remained calm as though working on auto pilot. Slowly you make your way to your room grabbing your luggage and started packing all of your essentials and anything you couldn't bare to leave behind not knowing if you’d have the courage to return. After finally loading your car it was now 7:20. You knew you shouldn’t that you’d only get hurt more but you pulled out your phone and did something you never could bring yourself to do before. You checked his location. A chuckle leaves your lips as you see he’s at your favorite restaurant. The one you both loved so much and had spent countless anniversaries dinners at. Not thinking you run back into your condo that you shared with the twin. You dug to the back of you closest and quickly change into one of your favorite dresses. Your hair was already nice and you didn’t need much make up so as you finished getting ready you left. Heading straight to the restaurant.

You can’t say for sure what cause you to want to go there. Maybe a small part of yourself needed to see it. But sure enough you can’t mistake that yellow hair sitting toward the back of the restaurant is your fiancé with another woman. His back is to you and her attention is all on him enraptured in whatever garbage he’s spewing. In that moment a calm rage settles over you. You look at the hostess and requested a table a little ways away from them one where your still out of his view. As you sit you place an order for a glass of wine still setting up how you want to approach this. Then an daring thought crosses your mind. You called for your waitress.

“Excuse me but you see that couple over there,” you said motioning towards them. “Yes ma’am” she nods. “Well that’s my best friend over there and I really love to do something nice for them it’s their birthday!” The waitress smiles as you explain your plan. You sit and wait as you sip your wine when finally the waitress walks over to their table.

“Hi” the waitress greets them before setting down the dessert. A look of confusion crosses their faces and you can’t help but grin. Atsumu smiles politely before looking down at the cake. His smile drops immediately as he read the cake “Happy Birthday YN”. You giggle as you see the panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry we didn’t order this,” the unknown woman states to the waitress. You can see the waitress smile as she points to your table an explains your friend ordered it for you. You not quite sure how to explain the emotions written on Atsumu’s face as he watches you walk up the table.

“Y-YN,” he stutters. You can see the look of confusion on the girls face and for moment you feel sorry for her maybe she was just as clueless as you. “Hi Tsmu,” you smile leaning over to take a bite of your birthday cake. “Mmm Chocolate, delicious,” you smiled before looking him dead in the eyes as you removed your engagement ring and dropped it in his glass of champagne. “You can have this back,” you state bitterly before turning around and handing your waitress a big bill to cover your drink the cake and a nice tip. You start to walk of as you hear him call for you. But you refuse to turn back. You know your moment of strength is fading and you won’t let him see you tears. So you keep walking straight to you car and drive away. Not sure where to go. You just left your home.

This my first time writing angst and also my fist time writing in a while.

Also unedited

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thanxxskz · 3 years ago

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I know it's long sorry and thanks in advance for even taking the request 😁

Can you please do a scenario where the boys are wolves and you are chans mate but he likes another girl and starts dating her but they keep you around because he still needs you since you are his mate and he is an alpha so that makes the reader upset because she has to see him with her all the time then she becomes good friends with changbin since he is always there to comfort her and Chan starts getting jealous and it causes issues between him and changbin but at the end chan realizes he likes the reader and they end up together

issues in the wolf gang - b.c

i hope it’s up to your expectatives *cries* it’s my first time writing something like this! i really hope everyone likes it asdnaksjdn

words: 2,250 (this is the longest thing i’ve ever written i think

warnings: eh, angst? but fluff the last paragraphs.

being the alpha’s mate has been something that your parents desired for you to be since you had memory. your parents, especially your father, always told you that being at the top had to be your priority and for them, mating with the alpha was it. this had never been important for you- you never really had a good relationship with your parents, so whatever they said went in one ear and out the other. you could feel the disappointment from your parents, making them stop talking to you for a long time, and you leaving their home.

after a time, you came back home to your parents. even after purposely stopping talking to you because you didn’t fulfil their initial wishes, they welcomed you with happiness and a hug, proud of having you back. you personally were happy to be back in your old gang after a few months of being alone.

in the meantime that you were gone a new alpha had been chosen. the name was christopher bang, but you have heard that the people close to him called him chan, for whatever reason. he saw you from afar and smiled. he came up close to you and waved his hand.

“hey, i’m christopher, you are?”

“i’m y/n” you said

“are you new around?” you shook your head “no? i don’t think i’ve seen you before”

“i left a few months ago, i just came back”

---

this conversation happened two years ago now, and you were now, to your parents’ surprise, chan’s mate. the relationship with him had grown only stronger since your first meeting. you felt a strong connection the moment he smiled at you, and had been close since then.

along the way, you had developed feelings for him, and by the way he acted around you, you and many people in the gang believed that you were meant for each other. you really believed it, to the point that you were going to confess to him.

the day you were about to do it, chan confessed to you that he had been liking a girl for a while, but he didn’t know how to approach her. by what he told you, they had been alone plenty of times and he seemed to believed that the feelings were mutual, so he decided to give it a go.

the problem is that he being an alpha and you his mate, you would have to see them together most of the time, since you couldn’t be separated.

you weren’t a horrible person so you encouraged him to ask her on a date. you couldn’t let your feelings meddle in his future relationship when it was clear that he had his eyes set on one person and clearly that person wasn’t you. due to this, he asked you how could he ask her out, and you gave him advice on what most girls around would like to be asked out. he ended up having dinner with her, a dinner himself cooked.

they began dating officially after four or five dates and, honestly, it wasn’t something that bothered you at first. she hated you for being his alpha, but that wasn’t something that you had control over and since she and chan started dating, you could hear more harsh words directed your way. chan didn’t really care about it, something that upset the shit out of you, because okay, he didn’t love you and didn’t want to date you at all, but you were still his mate and he could at least defend you. one tiny bit at least.

changbin, one of the wolves in the gang caught you crying alone one night. he could hear you sobbing and trying to regain your breathing slowly. he didn’t know how to approach you. he was the closest wolf to you in the gang, someone you told all your secrets too and who knew you better than anyone, better than yourself. this friendship started because he saw how crystal started treating you and how chan was letting her do it, leaving everyone surprised at said action.

he came and hugged you and you immediately hugged him back, crying in his chest.

“i have a lot on my shoulders, bin. i don’t think i can do it anymore. he doesn’t care about me at all, i can see it. i know he must hate being my mate when he likes crystal, but that doesn’t me he can let her bully me all the time. i can’t even answer back because i know he’ll not be on my side even if he knows that he has to be because what she’s doing it’s just wrong”

changbin didn’t know what to say “sh, don’t say that. you’re really strong, i know that, i know you enough to know that you’re the strongest wolf in our gang, and if you could survive last time in that awful situation, you can overcome this, yeah?”

you nodded, trying to believe his words, even if it was impossible at the moment.

---

changbin and you were only growing closer together, something that for some reason that chan didn’t quite understand, bothered chan so much, to the point that when he was with crystal it was the only thing that he could think about, zoning out every single time, making crystal annoyed.

“what are you thinking about, love?” crystal asked him.

“nothing, crys” it was the answer he always gave her.

fast forward a couple of months, you and changbin were the best of friends. he was there to cheer you up every time you were upset because of crystal and chan, but you didn’t know what was happening behind your back.

chan and changbin had a late night meeting, due chan’s request. changbin came to his house, knowing what the conversation was going to be about, so he was relaxed, but he also new that a fight was going to happen most probably.

“can you tell me what the fuck are you doing with y/n the whole time?” chan asked.

“she’s my best friend, i’m her best friend, we’re spending time together” he simply said.

“you’re practically glued to the hip lately” chan said mad.

“and? what about it? are you jealous or something that she spends time with me” changbin bluntly asked. truth is that changbin was fucking tired of the situation. not because of you, but because of chan “for what i know, you were fucking glued to the hip too, but you dropped her the moment crystal came into your life”

chan gulped “jealous? me? of what?” he said “do i need to remind you that i’m in a relationship?”

“didn’t crystal break up with you just this morning because she was tired of you not paying attention to her lately? apparently since y/n and i became close friends, you have been neglecting her so much, too. and crystal ain’t stupid and is seeing what you don’t want to see”

“oh and can i know what does she see that i supposedly don’t want to see?”

“that you’re in love with y/n”

with that said, changbin left his room and went to his, thinking if he had done the right thing.

chan just stayed still in the room, the only hear that could be heard being his breathing. was he catching feelings for you? he maybe knew the answer a long time ago, but he didn’t want to admit since he was dating crystal. for him, you had always been hard to read, so if you ever had had feelings for him, he didn’t knew that.

---

since that day, his and changbin’s friendship was hanging by a thread. you questioned changbin about the downfall of his and chan’s friendship, but the only thing that you got from him was that it wasn’t important and not to give it much thought because sometimes friendships have downfalls and it doesn’t have to have a reason. you nodded, not believing a single word.

chan, on his side, was giving it a lot of thought. one thing that he realised was that changbin was right: he was in love with you. he probably had been since the first time he saw you but blocked his feelings. he had another problem: his friendship with changbin. apart from minho, he was his longest friend, and didn’t want to lose such a precious friendship.

he called him again to come up to his room. to his surprised, changbin appeared there.

“do you need anything?” changbin asked, harshly.

“yes. i- i want to say i’m sorry. i acted like an ass towards you when i shouldn’t have. you being friends with y/n has nothing to do with me and i understand why she and i stopped talking and it was because i was an absolute ass to her too. that’s the only thing that i’ve been lately, i don’t think i even deserve to be your alpha anymore” he said “to answer your question; yes, i’m in love with y/n and seeing her so close to you when it used to be like that with me hurt me. of course, it’s only my fault and the other night you gave me a wake up call. so again, sorry. i’d understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, but i appreciate our friendship more than anything and i don’t want to give up without a fight.”

changbin was in silent, and chan thought that this meant that it was over, so he sighed in defeat.

“i forgive you. but there’s another person that you should ask forgiveness too, and that’s y/n. when i said you were an ass to her i meant it. since you and crystal started dating, you let crystal said the worst things to her, acting as if nothing was happening when it all was happening right in front of your eyes.”

chan nodded, and said that he would talk to you the next night. he had lots of thoughts to gather, to be able to have a real conversation with you involving what it was happening and how he would make it up to you. he was debating whether to confess to you or not, knowing that you would reject him and knowing that he should be happy if you even decided to stay in the gang.

---

chan had sent you a message, asking you to go up to his room to talk. at first you didn’t want to, but something in your heart was just telling you to go.

“hey, i’m here. did you want something?”

chan looked up, surprised “yes, yes i did. please, take a sit”

you did as he said, and waited for him to start talking. truth is you were as nervous as him, and you didn’t know if it was for the same reasons. you were still mates, and you also knew he wasn’t dating crystal anymore (though the reasons were unknown to you). you felt awful, but knowing he wasn’t dating her anymore give you a bit of happiness but that didn’t mean that you were going back to what you both once were.

“so… i- i don’t-“ he gulped and breathed “i’m sorry” he felt as if he was repeating last night “like really sorry. i treated you so bad and let crystal treat you like complete shit. i was blinded and only saw her as the good person. obviously it’s not her fault that i’m a fucking asshole. you’re my mate and not only that, but one of my closest friends, and i let everything go to waste because i was in love and that was the only thing i cared about”

he stopped to look at you, but you knew more was coming so you just nodded, letting him keep going “i had a big fight with changbin that made me open my eyes and almost lose him at the same time. the reason i broke up with crystal was because i realised what changbin told me was true, she treated you so bad and i just didn’t see it. or didn’t want to see it, i would say. i love that you’re my mate, believe that. i never meant to hurt you, that’s the last thing i had ever wanted to do”

“but you did”

“i know, and i’m so fucking sorry” he wanted to say he liked you, loved you even, but should he? “i like you. i really do. you’re the one who always stood by me during the past two years and even now, that you were in this situation, you always made everyone listen to me when you only probably wanted to cut my head off” he lightly laughed “i’d understand if you don’t want to, but i’d really want to start over and maybe you can give me a chance and go on a date with me?”

“chan… i’m gonna give you one more chance. only one. and not because i am not mad at you anymore, but because changbin went here, fought you, something i didn’t know by the way, and make you open your eyes, but if you do this shit once more, i’m gonna kill you myself”

“you can do that” he said, coming up to you and hugging you, giving you a kiss in the cheek. he knew he was doing things right now, and you knew this was only the beginning of something amazing.

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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering what thoughts you have on each Link's opinion on Hylia?

Obviously, Sky adores her. That's his girlfriend, his dearest, one day his wife. They love each other and he's defensive of her in a way no one else would ever be. However, he's not entirely against making fun of her on occasion. He grew up with that girl, he has a million jokes about her and funny stories about her that would make Hylia transport them just so he won't tell them. Sky knows how to laugh at his girlfriend, never meanly, but he isn't all uptight about respect towards Hyrule; he's seen her sneak out of her room in her night-dress only to land in a pile of loftwing droppings.

Four is actually the one I see as being the most dedicated religiously. His time if before Hylia seemingly lost control of things, and I feel like, growing up, this kid heard a lot about her. Like, he's living directly after Sky and Sun, he probably thought they were like the coolest thing when he was a kid and now he's super embarrassed about it because he met Sky and the guy's amazing, but he literally worshiped this man and he's feeling awkward about it now.

Time doesn't care for Hylia at all. He appreciated the Golden Goddesses, after all, they gave him their blessings. But if he was offered the chance to meet Hylia I think he'd just pointedly turn it down. His coldly polite about her, no outright hatred, but heaven forbid Sky hear the man when he's in pain, because Hylia's is the only name Time will disrespect save Majora.

Legend blames her for everything. (I'm planning on making a video on this, so we'll see what happens with that.) Long story short, he despises Hylia above all else. Din, Nayru and Farore? He loves them and hates them in the way only family does (you know, he'd totally call them rude names to the others and swear by them and all that, but heaven help the lad who decides to curse in their name because those are his sisters, you jerk!!!!

Hyrule has no clue who any of the goddesses are because his world is canonically Catholic, so he has no clue who the shiny lady statues are. He like Sun a lot though, he thinks she's amazing and the feeling is mutual; she adores him right back.

Wind's world sees less connected to Hylia and more to the Golden Three, so I think he probably has no personal feelings about her. She's sort of a vague piece of folklore more than anything in his time.

Warriors isn't much of a religious man. He has a passing respect for Hylia, an understanding about her, but he have any personal feelings about her. He'll pray and take part in ceremonies, but she's not really a part of his life for the most part, and the most he does relating to her is swear in her name, something common in his time.

Twilight honestly didn't know who Hylia was until Rusl took him to visit a Hylian town once when he was twelve. He isn't sure what to think of her until he goes on his adventure, but then he just kind of regards her with the respect you might show a visiting royal. Ordonians worship the light spirits I think, so while he recognizes that she's real and that he served as her champion, he thinks of her as being something that isn't really a part of his life. She's like Zelda in that sense, they work together and have some shared business, but they aren't close.

Wild is very close to Hylia. He used to camp near her statues, and when he got lonely he'd chatter to her for hours about everything. I think those statues, considering they give off a soft and gentle feel from what I've seen of the game, probably are the closest to the recollection he has of a mother. Hylia has offered him some advice and aid, and he talks to her about everything from his missing memories to his worry about his missing dog when Wolfie would wander off.

(I'm planning on exploring more of this in the next part of The Face of My Father honestly. I'm labeling act two as "Hylia's Grace" and I'm really looking forwards to it!)

#lu hylia #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu twilight #lu wild #lu warriors

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years ago

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Too Late: Master Fu (commission for miner249er)

Chapter 7 of the commission for @miner249er

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Summary: Living for so long, it's hard not to just hide in a pattern and want to live in the past, even if the best thing is moving forward.

Wang Fu was no stranger to failure and mistakes, and though he liked to believe he had grown past those failures and mistakes, that he had learned and healed past them, now was not one such moment. He wasn’t a man of technology but he did own a television, not at first, but when Adrien and...and Marinette started out as Ladybug and Chat Noir he thought it would benefit him greatly to have an eye out for them. The best way he could do so in his age was the news, he would know about an akuma before his young heroes got to the scene so he would be prepared just in case Marinette would need to come over and borrow a Miraculous. Watching the fights filled him with dread but he would do it because it was one of the only ways he felt he could be useful to Marinette and Adrien, he couldn’t transform anymore, well he could, just not for long. Not long enough to be any real help. Maybe that’s why he ignored the signs.

The signs that screamed at him that something was wrong with Marinette, with her and Chat Noir’s dynamic, that something was desperately eating at her. They say ignorance is bliss, but Fu wasn’t so sure about that, it could be, maybe, in the moment when one is ignorant, but when reality comes crashing down you would have wished you had not been so blind. That is where Fu had found himself lately, trapped in that thinking time and time again. The news reports about Marinette had not helped that in the least, and they way the spoke about her enraged and saddened him all at once and though he was thankful that Hawkmoth was no longer a threat so he was able to be mad and sad, he could not find delight in the villain’s “disappearance” since it cost him the closest thing to family he had.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Fu had never thought he would get so attached to someone, he had never done so before, so it surprised him how easily Marinette squeezed herself into his heart. He hadn’t even had to think about who he would pass down the title and responsibility of Guardian to as soon as he got to know her. Even picking her as a hero had been easy, her soul was pure and it sang with creativity and love. When they got to interact with each other more, Fu began to care for her more and more as the days passed, he fully expected her to only visit for Guardian related things but to his delight and surprise, Marinette paid him many visits. From coming simply to see how he was doing, to bringing him some of her family’s pastries, each visit was a treasured moment for Fu.

Her kindness knew no bounds. If she knew he was having a bad day, pains and aches wise, she would bring him some tiger balm that her mom had bought. He had expressed his concern that her mother would notice and get mad with Marinette but Marinette had only laughed and told him that her mother has so many containers of tiger balm around the house and she always buys new ones even though she has, in Marinette’s words, ‘literally a million others.’ That memory brought a smile to his face and a pang to his heart nowadays. He remembered fondly how Marinette would come over and ask for Mandarin lessons since she only spoke Yue and she wanted to surprise her mother’s uncle next time he visited. Fu had been all too happy to assist her. He loved getting to pass on his knowledge and Marinette had been a great student. He even got to teach her how to brew tea.

For all her kindness, she never let it blind her, she let it lead her. She saw the good in people and strived to be the good they could strive to be as well. Wang Fu had admired her kindness and tried his best to live up to that level, where Marinette’s kindness was a strength, Fu’s became a weakness. His kindness blinded him. That was the only conclusion he could solidly come to after everything had changed. Before Marinette was...was akumatized. How else could he have missed the way that Ladybug, that Marinette, had looked during each battle on TV when Chat Noir would joke around...no when he would flirt and distract her from the fight. How stressed she seemed to get after each battle, after each patrol, how she would subtly try to bring up Chat Noir during their visits. Fu had thought nothing of it, or maybe he really did notice and had just willfully ignored everything.

Adrien Agreste was much like Wang Fu. Maybe that’s why he also turned a blind eye towards everything or why he didn’t notice other things. Adrien was a boy trapped by a role he never wanted, or a role he tricked himself into wanting and, or liking, much like Fu had done when he was taken from his family and taken to the Temple of the Order of the Guardians to train as a Guardian. Leaving his family had torn Wang Fu apart, he could have no trace of them in the Temple, not even his name, that too had been stripped from him along with any personal belongings. Truth be told he had forgotten his original name, time and the Order did that and it caused him so much sorrow. He remembered trying to write his old name anywhere he could get away with as a way to remember. He was always caught. So he stopped fighting and fully embraced being Wang Fu, Guardian of a Miracle Box, though at the time he never would have imagined being the Guardian of the most important Miracle Box in the Temple.

So it was easy for Fu to sympathize with Adrien, to him, Adrien joking and flirting around as Chat Noir was in a way the same as Fu trying to write his given name. Adrien just wanted to be free and Fu could understand that all too well. To live under strict rules that made you feel like you were doing anything but living, it was suffocating. So he had been soft on the boy, and that was another mistake for Wang Fu to add to his list, but he would put it up with causing the destruction of the Order of the Guardians and not fighting when he had to “leave” his family. Only because it seemed to be the catalyst to the whole butterfly effect that set everything that had happened into motion. Maybe if he had just spoken with Adrien, had been firm with him, maybe Adrien would have strived to become better rather than just be content with the freedom he had and not thinking of the consequences.

He should have strived to be better, a better man, a better hero, a better Guardian. For as much as Fu spoke and thought and remembered his hatred of the Order and their rules he didn’t try to improve upon them when he fled. No instead he followed those rules that had shackled him and kept him prisoner for as long and as brief as they had. Maybe if he had not lived in fear and guilt maybe he would have been strong enough to tell Adrien he was being unreasonable and maybe he would have told Marinette that she needed to take breaks more often and to just focus on one thing at a time. The kwami also had a lot to learn and that was on him for not teaching them and communicating with them. He should have made it clear that teenagers, no, that people in general, have changed. You can’t be too laid back, sometimes your holder will need guidance. Don’t be too positive and try to enforce that positivity on someone, positivity can become toxic and telling someone they always have to be happy or they always have to be the bigger person is not helping as much as you think it was.

Tikki, Plagg, and him had had a very long discussion at his house about that and about their mistakes in general. Both kwami were displeased with Fu and how he handled everything and honestly he didn’t blame them, but he could tell they took his words to heart as well. Plagg...Plagg hadn’t been eating as much since he was back in Fu’s possession, ever since he was taken from Adrien, and Tikki...Tikki hadn’t spoken a word after their talk. All she did was watch the TV and all the news channels, anything that was about Marinette she would watch, and undoubtedly she would get angry or sad and all the plants in Fu’s house would grow exponentially. All the other kwami tried to comfort her and get her to talk or even just rest inside the Miracle Box for a bit, even Plagg had tried, but the kwami of Creation did not budge. Now Fu could say he understood but that would be a lie, although he and Wayyz were compatible and they enjoyed each other's company, the two of them were not a true match. Tikki and Marinette on the other hand...those two were a true match, two souls connected and bonded, and for a kwami to lose one was said to be unbearable.

In Tikki and Plagg’s silence and sudden mood change, Sass and Longg had been more talkative and desperate than he had ever witnessed before. The snake and dragon kwami had explained to him exactly what their holders had been doing and had done their best to apologize to Tikki, but she had yet to acknowledge their efforts. They were similar to Plagg, their holder may not be a perfect match with them but they were close, so close, so to lose them was painful to them too. They had desperately tried to convince him to give them back to their respective holder, and again they had pleaded with him to do so today as he took a walk to get some air. He had brought them with him so that Tikki and Plagg could get some peace and quiet back at his house, and plus he felt like the two elder kwami needed the time alone. Fu just hoped they could help each other since he and the other kwami were struggling to do so.

“Masster, I undersstand your hessitancce, but I will assk once again, give Luka and Misss Kagami another chanccce. Their heartss were in the right placce.” Sass stated once more, though this time he was hiding himself in Fu’s shoulder bag as he went on his aimless walk.

“Sass is right, Master. I will admit, our holders were hasty in their quest for justice, but in the end their actions were done out of love and loyalty and a wish to help.” Long added.

“I understand that. Know that I do you two, but also acknowledge the fact that Hawkmoth is gone. The reason for the heroes is gone. What reason is there for you to be given back to those children?” Fu replied not unkindly, just with the facts that had been staring at him day after day.

“Masster...you don’t believe that. Yess, true as it may be that Hawkmoth iss gone, we never know when danger comess. Besidess, we don’t know where Miss Marinette iss...I know you want to find her, and Luka and Kagami want to find her too. They can help and they know how to use Longg and I’ss Miraculouss.” Sass replied after a while, and though Fu was reluctant to admit it, the kwami had a point.

“We don’t even know where to begin to look...but you do raise some good points Sass.” Fu muttered, he was grateful for today’s technology as it looked as though he was merely speaking into a Bluetooth speaker, a gift from Marinette, one of many. She had explained it was a good way to speak to the kwami without anyone getting suspicious. Truly the girl was a creative soul, and very smart.

“And, if I may say so Master, this world is not the one of old. The rules made for then do not apply to now, at least that is what myself, Sass, and other kwami believe. The traditional rules demanded our power not be used unless there are other Miraculi active or if the world we inhabit is well and truly on its way to destruction.” Long began after a moment of silence. “Even the word hero has changed, it became a role we never anticipated. I think it is time we change the rules and our views, otherwise, we stand no chance in this new world Wang Fu.”

Fu found himself short of words. Long was right, in all the years he had been alive he had watched the world change, it was a beautiful frightening thing to behold. Yet, in all those years of change, he never thought to change himself along with the world. He had been so stuck in guilt and fear that he mentally trapped himself in a prison of his own design, a prison shaped like a temple that had been lost long ago. There was no excuse really, the truth was plain and simple, Fu was scared. Scared that if he broke the rules that were trained into him from a young age then there would be no redemption, there would be no point in his survival. But the world had changed and maybe Fu did too and could change for the better, because even if the threats to the world weren’t imminent, they were persistent and prominent.

Change was good.

“You believe this change we need is to stay active?” He asked after a while.

“I believe that is a step, yes.” Longg responded and Fu could hear the smile in his voice. “This world needs help and we...we need help too.”

“Longg iss right. You were correct in giving all of uss involved a talking to. At the time we didn’t want to lissten, but the factss are we kwami no longer know how to connect and coexisst in this world with humanss.” Sass admitted, and it was another shock for Fu but at the same time, what they were saying was convincing and true. All of them, not just the kwami, Fu included, had been sheltered away from the world. It was not the advantage Fu or even past Guardians thought it was.

The sounds of children’s laughter brought Fu out of whatever reply he found worthy to give Sass and Longg, he kind of wished Wayzz would give his opinion on the matter but he understood why the kwami was letting his brethren speak their mind. Fu looked around to see where his walk had taken him and felt a pang in his heart and his breath stolen from him for a moment, he had walked to the park next to Marinette’s home. For a while all he did was stand there and take it in before he gave himself a wry smile and decided to take a seat on one of the benches near the fountains. It was a spot Marinette had told him was one of her favorites to sketch at. Sitting there brought fresh tears to his eyes, tears he thought were all cried out.

“I think you two are right, but we will not rush into this. We need to be smart about this.”

“I believe that is the wise thing to do, Master.” Wayzz finally gave his opinion along with a small discrete nuzzle to Fu’s cheek.

“As do I, my friend. As do I.” He chuckled in response.

After that the kwami let him sit there in silence and just reflect and remember. Truly he was grateful for that. He needed some quiet to himself, not the quiet of his home, that was a tense quiet that put an ache in his bones. No he needed this quiet, the quiet of being alone in your thoughts while hearing the noise of everything around you. Sass and Longg both had great points and though he loathed to admit it, if something did happen he wasn’t sure he would be able to do anything or at the very least get help. Fu didn’t like to think about his age much, he didn’t even celebrate his birthday before Marinette, because his age showed how long he had run from his guilt and it showed him his limitations. It would be best to have a team on standby just in case, and besides maybe they could help with just regular crime and disasters too. Yes a team really would benefit them all, but the who of it was where he was struggling.

He already decided he would not give out Tikki and Plagg...they weren’t ready to be out again and he couldn’t imagine giving the earrings to anyone but Marinette. He feared what Tikki’s reaction would be if he even considered the idea. No, it was best that those Miraculi stayed in the box, along with Duusuu who was still healing from being damaged and misused. He would consider Mlle Tsuguri and M Couffaine again as heroes, after all he was intimately familiar with making a mistake, and they made a mistake but they were trying to do the right thing. They were also Marinette’s most trusted friends, she trusted them with her secrets and her friendship, that was enough for Fu. Though he would still test them to see if they could handle being heroes once more. Adrien...Adrien he didn’t know what to do with. With everything that happened he had no way of knowing if their talks did anything. He hoped beyond hope they did because he truly believed that Adrien was a good kid at heart.

“Look who’s here guys! Timebreaker! What are you doing here? You going to bully us until we disappear too?” Fu heard and he immediately looked up to see a young girl with pink hair surrounded by a couple of other kids her age. He recognized her...ah yes, Alix Kubdel, Marinette had spoken of her a couple times when she told him of her friends and school.

“Careful guys, I wouldn’t touch her, what if we vanish if we do?” One of the girls in the group said with anything but fear in her voice.

Fu frowned and pushed himself up to stand, he couldn’t stand the way the group laughed and seeing as no one else was going to interrupt, he would. “What is this? École?” He paused and saw a girl with long blonde pigtails and a parasol and another with a bob of black hair. He recognized them too, the weather girls from TV that Kaalki liked to watch, Aurore Beauréal and Mireille Caquet.

“Oh back off Aurore.” One of the boys of the group of teasing teens scoffed.

“How about you back off Jackson,” Mireille said which seemed to surprise the lot, “You’ve seen what words can do. We all have.”

“Mireille is right.” Aurore announced, her voice demanding attention. “We are lucky that Hawkmoth is gone, but that does not mean you get to treat people like place mats. Any of you. Just because your victims can’t turn into puppets of a madman to get revenge on you anymore doesn’t give you the right to act like crétins. Shame on all of you.”

“If you insist on acting like children in école, maybe we should just call your parents and let them know how you are behaving. I’m sure they would love to know.” Mireille said with an innocent looking smile.

Fu smiled when the group grumbled and walked away from Mlle Kubdel, he watched as the two weather girls looked her over and spoke to her before the young girl shouldered past them both and ran. The girls looked devastated but all Fu could think of was how heroic it was for them to step up like that. “Heroic indeed…” He mumbled to himself.

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rekrappeter · 4 years ago

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music to my eyes

♡ pairing: fred weasley x reader

♡ notes: this is just something small, I haven’t had much inspiration lately plus I'll never get sick of writing the best friend to lover tropes

♡ warnings: kissing, mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of being lonely

At first, it sounded like a great idea - the thought of having all your closest friends in one house for New Years Eve was great, especially with the year that was in it. You made a pact before leaving Hogwarts that you’d continue to spend time with the group that got you through the endless classes; however, it seemed that this year everyone was busy with other things. You could probably count the amount of times that you got together on one hand. It was understandable, you had started a new job, finally finding your feet in the muggle world.

One of your best friends, George Weasley, and Angelina got married, having an intimate wedding out their back-garden - which was one of the social gatherings you all made it to. Lee Jordan had met an Irish witch, Niamh, and ended up getting married and having a baby in the space of twelve months, “It was love at first sight” he had insisted. Leaving you and your other best friend, Fred Weasley, the only two people with no relationship commitments in the group. Hence, how easy it was for you and Fred to drop everything and head off down the country with the ‘so-called adults’ of the group now. It wasn’t until you were swirling your finger on the rim of your wine glass, listening into the conversations the couples were having that you suddenly felt lonely.

You couldn’t add anything interesting or of any use into their conversations; you never had any experience planning a wedding or getting up at 2am to a crying baby. There was a sudden aching feeling in your body, an empty hole in your chest but you tried your best to plaster a smile on your face. Lifting your gaze up from the red wine, you immediately caught Fred’s eyes. He raised his brow up, silently asking if you were alright and you nodded subtly, smiling at him. “Speaking of babies,” George announced loudly, standing up and placing his hand on Angelina’s shoulder, who lifted her own manicured fingers and caressed his hand, “Angelina and I have something to announce.”

George never got a chance to comment any further before Lee and Fred were bouncing out of their own chairs and hurdling themselves at him, “No way!” Fred cheered, ruffling his younger twins hair. “Georgie is gonna be a dad!”

“Congratulations, Angie,” you said, pulling yourself out of the trance that you didn’t realise you were in. You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing her slightly, “I was wondering why you were having an alcohol free weekend,” you teased, pulling back and letting Niamh embrace her.

“I really wanted to tell you earlier, but George thought it would be best to tell the group together.”

“It’s such amazing news,” you sighed, jumping slightly when you feel on a hand place itself on your shoulder and you turn to see George, his hair cut shorter than his twins currently, “Georgie,” you gasped, you hug him tightly, even tighter than Angelina, and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Congratulations.”

Fred watched the interaction quietly, the voices of Angelina and Niamh fading into the background. He watched how soft you were with his twin, yet he couldn’t help but notice how tense your shoulders were. It always looked as if you were hiding something, that you were plastering all these beautiful smiles to keep a secret from him. He watched George and you whisper back and forward, how George’s hand cupped your cheek and it looked as if he was muttering words of encouragement to you. He noticed you nibble on your bottom lip, nodding your head softly. Fred shuffled on his feet and lifted the bottle of beer in his grasp to his lips when you pulled away from his brother. His heart was hammering against his chest, but it started to ease when you walked over to him.

“How does it feel to become an uncle?” You asked him, standing next to him and leaning on the kitchen counter. You faced out to the group that were laughing and tidying up the dinner table, feeling the warmth from Fred’s body heat.

“Old,” Fred muttered, feigning a groan and it made you chuckle. He loved that sound, and he loved the way you would roll your eyes dramatically and shove him away from you.

“Don’t say that,” you sighed, “If you’re getting old, it means I’m getting old.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, love.”

“Freddie,” you gasped, leaning into him, and only catching a glimpse of the wink he sent your way. He lifted his arm to wrap around your shoulder, your perfume filled his nose and brought him home. There was no denying that he was head over heels in love with you, everyone seen it and sometimes, you did too. The lingering looks and the teasing smirks, it made your stomach flip and twist in on itself but you were never brave enough to move it beyond a simple friendship. There was never a doubt that there was a strong connection between you, it was a connection you never felt with anyone else before and you couldn’t imagine anyone ever taking his place. There was never a need to rush anything but with the fact that both of your best friends are moving on with their lives, which both included a family, it made you think. It made you think about all those times it was just you and Fred, if you were to do something, would you be on the same path as everyone else?

“What are you thinking about in that pretty mind of yours, darling?” Fred asked softly, his voice knocking down a notch. He wasn’t quiet enough though, George’s gaze lifted to watch the friends, but they were too occupied by each other. George nudged Angelina, who followed his gaze and smirked before dragging him out the door. Lee and Niamh got the hint quickly, and then it was just you and Fred, wrapped up in your own cocoon. You wanted to ask him the burning question but your emotions got the best of you, they became so overwhelming that you barely noticed the tears quickly sliding down your cheeks until Fred was wrapping his arms around you, humming softly in your ear. “What’s wrong?” he asked, rocking you back and forward.

“N-nothings wrong,” you assured him, squeezing your arms between you and wiping your tears away, “It’s just… Is it too late?”

Fred looked down at you, his lips parting in shock and his brows furrowed together, “T-too late for what, y/n?”

“For us,” your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

It was as if your words were a gush of wind with the aim of knocking him off his feet, it was a blow to his stomach. The silence erupted around you, your eyes searching for anything lingering beneath his brown ones but the longer he kept quiet, the smaller the hope became. Fred could feel the thumbing of his heart against his chest, he wanted to scream from the rooftops about how in love with you he was but he was stunned. He had never expected this, not in his wildest dreams. You had never seen Fred so quiet and it scared you, your words repeated in your head and you were quick to detangle yourself from his grasp. “Forget what I said,” you mumbled, turning on your heels and walking away from him, using the side of your hand to wipe away stray tears.

“Wait, wait,” Fred mumbled, finding his voice but it was nothing but a whisper. He darted towards you, as fast as his sock cladded feet could allow him to go without slipping on the tiles. He reached for your wrist, twirling you around and before you could mutter a single word, his lips caught yours quickly. Both of his hands cupped your jaw, his eyes fluttering closed and your heart was pounding fast but it calmed down and slowly, you started to settle, finding yourself kissing him back. Butterflies filled his stomach as he stumbled forward, pushing you back up against the wall. Your fingers trailed up his body, brushing gently against his jaw before finding home through his long locks.

Before he got carried away, Fred pulled away and breathed in your scent. His eyes fluttered open, finding yours still squeezed shut and he wasn’t prepared for them to open up; your eyes were heavy but igniting. Your breathing started to even out, feeling relief wash over you. “You couldn’t have done that about thirty seconds ago?”

“You caught me off guard,” Fred mumbled, a goofy grin on his face. You brought your fingers to clasp onto his collar, guiding his lips back to yours, becoming obsessed with how they felt against yours. You lost yourself in the moment, making up for lost time. “It’s most definitely not too late,” Fred mumbled against your lips, and the vibrations of your hums gave him the urge to keep on kissing you.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fluff #Harry Potter imagines #Harry Potter imagine

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sanris3 · 3 years ago

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A fine line

Pairing: reader x san Genre: friends to lovers(?)/angst Summary: You realize you're in love with your best friend San and unsure how to approach it. Playing with the thin line between friends and lovers. author notes: This is my first piece in a while, I hope everyone enjoys it! in a silly goofy mood at 5am Word Count: 1.6k

The both of you definitely started off on the wrong note. When you and San were first introduced to each other, it was difficult to get close to him. He radiated this intimidating aura and with your shy self, there was no way you'd approach someone like him. You had mutuals through a couple friend groups, it was only natural that you'd end up friends. However, there had been a misunderstanding through a mutual friend and you never thought to clear the air.. because after all, you weren't in a position to fight for the friendship anyway. The both of you left it as it is. Fast forward to 2 years later and the two of you are closer than ever. There was a stark difference between your personalities, hobbies, hell- even the way you both processed things were different. But oddly enough, you guys make it work. You were the epitome of 'opposites attract.' You'd never expect that a toxic relationship would deem you two as inseparable. San struggled a lot and you were there for him whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on. No one understood him but you oddly did. Looking at his situation, you found yourself looking in the mirror recognizing you had been in his position just a year ago. You desired to be there for him. You were reminded of the turbulent moments and unexplainable behaviors that took place- and unknowingly, you began to prioritize him. Not in a romantic way- more so, just ensuring San is doing okay because after all, he is your best friend. All you could think about were the empty moments you experienced when you went through the same thing, you didn't want him to believe no one understood him, because you did. How delightful would it have been if you had someone like this to root for you back then? San allowed himself to become comfortable with you. Sharing each vulnerable thought was a common conversation you two had and honestly- it was fascinating to learn how aware he was about his emotions because all this time, you believed he was emotionally constipated. Even after being friends for so long, the conversations you had never reached the depth that they did now. This was a sign he genuinely acknowledged you to be his closest friend. You'll never overlook the excitement you experienced at the realization he trusts you at his most vulnerable moments. It was happiness. This is what it feels like to have a friendship reciprocated. Vulnerable. Stable. Consistent. Several months go by and that relationship ends. You adhere to his side until the end, making sure he's completely taken care of; and even though it's challenging, you walk him through the emotions, keeping him together at his roughest moments. You had become his pillar. And that's exactly what you did, until, he suddenly cut off contact with you. You understood his heartbreak. He needed time to heal, but that time apart managed to lead through the most confusing part of your friendship. You missed him terribly but what could you do? He needed his space and you respected that. You hear from him for the first time for what feels like forever and you notice something is off. There's something about his aura that shifted- and you couldn't figure it out. Both of you are nervous to talk to each other after the sudden break but as always, you get through it and pick up on the flow once again. But this time it's different. There was a new feeling of awareness in your stomach when you got a notif from him- and for so long, you assured yourself it was because you missed him. Which was true. (at least for now.) There were many instances where you wanted to reach out and invade his space but that would only harm your friendship, and that was the furthest thing you desired to do. But you couldn't help yourself, you grew anxious that he would disappear on you again and started attaching yourself to him a different way and it was a scary feeling because you knew where this would lead to. "She was my person. It was rocky but I've never loved anyone so hard," he says amidst another vulnerable conversation. You try to bring him comfort by wrapping your arms

around him, gently pulling him in for a hug as he sobs again for the night. Your hands rub against his back, gently finding a pace. You feel his grasp on you tighten, hands clinging to you like you'll slip away. But you stay there, bringing him all the comfort he needs, he was still healing. There was that feeling again. Like always, you brushed it aside and never dared to ponder upon it. For the first time, your heart sinks when he's talking about her. It's a good day for both of you. Throughout your hangout you're able to pick up conversations like before, San is starting to smile again and joke a lot more often, the bright San you knew was returning and you were genuinely happy for him. "I knew you'd turn out okay, if I did, you would. It just took some time." you blurt out in the middle of silence as the two of you are watching a movie. He stops in his tracks to turn towards you, "Thank you." His lips curve up into a warm smile with his arms reaching out, unexpectedly pulling you into his arms. "You know, I'm sorry for disappearing. You've been nothing but good to me through everything. I'm grateful to have you around, I promise I'll return everything." You go along with it, loosely wrapping your arms around his frame. "It's okay." You answer with a pause before continuing. "I missed you a lot." "I did too."

There it is again. That feeling. As time went by, it was growing difficult to ignore the little jump in your heart seeing anything of him. A text? A call? Hanging out? Your wavering heart couldn't ignore. The overwhelming feeling was too much for you to handle so that day you ignore San for your sake. You took the day off to think about your feelings for the first time. Why him? Why now? It was hard to understand the sudden change in heart. You pondered over and over again if this was true. Overthinking leads one thing to another and the next thing you know, you're on your bed crying endlessly in the sheets. Out of all people, your feelings were stirred up by Choi San. For the next few months, it was a brutal game of push and pull. Not between you and San, but you and yourself. Slowly, you were filled with frustrations no one but him had answers to, it was driving you insane; One moment you would see San as a friend, then it would be more than that. The friendly gestures you were recieving from him were transforming to a different meaning in your heart. The pet names, the random compliments, the sporadic oversharing- oh you wished that it would stop. But a part of you knew you were acting like this due to the fact you were hyper aware of your feelings.

At one point you wondered what it would be like to feel his lips against yours. It was a confusing cycle you couldn't stand to seperate from him. How bad could it be if you started and ended things on your note? But if you revealed your heart, what if it backfired? There was a chance you'd lose your best friend and it was too risky to cross that line. You were desperate enough to go on dates, and of course, San encouraged you through all of them. There was a clear answer to your questions but the little hope you had in you, kept praying. Just maybe. You wanted San to feel the same way. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or you were tired of stringing yourself along- so you initiated the conversation about dating again. Of course, you were extremely careful with how you apporached the situation; One mess up and it'll change the dynamic of your bond forever. You thought about what would happen far ahead. Sure he accepts your feelings and there's might be connection but what if you guys aren't compatiable as lovers? would the both of you have the courage to love like you haven't been hurt? "San- Can I ask you for advice on something? Or not really advice.. but your input." The brunette gears his attention towards you fully, emmitting the same flustering feeling in your stomach. But you don't react physically.

"Is it something serious?" "Yeah sort of-" "Is this another joke you're play-" "I'm serious!" "Okay, what's up?" "what do you think about dating a friend?-" "what?" "just answer the question." "I'm scared it'll happen again." " yeah same, I get you." The both of you return to the movie, carrying on like the conversation didn't happen. The air turned thick. At one point the comfortable silence grew suffocation. Did he catch on or are you thinking too much? For the first time you realized how dangerous that fine line between friends and lovers were. In the end, you didn't want him to take responsibility for your actions. Why should San suffer because of your feelings? that was the last thing you wanted. Sure, you won't be able to kiss him and hug him, or feel his embrace in a much more intimate way- but he was by your side and that mattered. With that, you were happy and content. Even if his heart wasn't yours. "San?" "Yeah?" "I'm really grateful you're my best friend." "I could say the same."

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