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writingwhatiwanttoread · 3 months ago

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Help! I've Landed in a Fanfiction

Pairing: fem!OC x Justice League

Genre: OC insert, Soulmate AU, Isekai, Reverse Harem

Characters: OC, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, John Constantine, and other DC characters as the story progresses

Warnings: all warnings not tagged, suicidal ideation, domestic violence, general violence and dark, 18+ themes, read at your own risk

Summary: Katie Smith wakes up in a new world, one out of comic books and ridiculously cheesy tropes. All she wants to do is find her way back home, but no one is helping her. Worst of all, they claim to be her soulmates. Surely it's all dream. How can she make herself wake up?

Chapter 1 (This One)

Chapter 2

Chapter One: This Bald Guy is Seriously Creepy

Katie woke up sore and freezing. The soreness was nothing new, of course, but instead of her weighted blanket and soft mattress, the floor under her was hard and chilly. Goosebumps trailed up and down her arms. Groaning, she sat up, keeping her eyes closed to stave off the headache that was forming at her temple. God, I feel so hungover. Given that Katie hadn't touched alcohol since college, however, she shook that thought from her head.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in a small, empty room. There was a large mirror in front of her, spanning the length of the wall. The other three walls were made of cinder block, and she didn't see a door. It looked like a bastardized version of a police holding cell (she had bailed Matt out enough to know that space intimately), but there was no furniture. Shakily getting to her feet, she examined herself in the mirror.

Her hair was messy, and her pajama shorts did nothing to hide the cellulite on her thighs or the outline of her stomach. She cringed as she noticed her plain gray shirt riding up. She pulled it down and stepped closer to the mirror. Her black eye was fading (small mercies) but the wrinkles around her eyes didn't do anything to make her feel better about herself. Matthew would've commented on her ability to make herself look unattractive even in her sleep, and she felt a strong wave of shame come over her. She was about to turn away from the strange mirror when a shock of color visible on her shoulder stopped her. She pulled down her collar to investigate.

A large circle of dark green vines looked to be tattooed on her left shoulder, trailing from her collar bone to above her heart. In the middle were five smaller intersecting circles, golden yellow and almost sparkling. There was a small outline of a dove in the middle, in the same color green as the vines. She was mesmerized. It almost seemed to throb with her heartbeat. She was about to touch it when she shook herself out of her trance. Where was she?

An intercom buzzed overhead. Katie looked up but didn't see a speaker anywhere. She tried not to flinch. A deep, rich voice filled the space.

"I've been waiting all day for you to wake up, my dear. Unfortunately, I can't be there right now to give you a proper welcome."

Katie counted to ten in her head. She heard somewhere that you could get out of dreams that way and was anxious to try it. The voice sounded friendly, but in a dangerous way. She was well-acquainted with that tone and wondered why her brain would dredge it up here, especially since this week Matthew would be gone on a work trip and she was relatively safe. When nothing happened, Katie cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Um. I. I am confused?" She said timidly, lilting her voice into a question at the end.

"Of course, my rules are simple." The voice ignored Katie. She wondered it it was a recording. "Follow my directions and get privileges. Disobey and you will be more uncomfortable than you find yourself now."

"Where am I?"

The lights plunged into darkness and a screen was projected onto the mirror. A tall man in a bespoke suit appeared on the screen. He was sitting behind a desk, holding a scotch in one hand and tapping his other hand on his desktop as if he were already bored with the conversation. He was bald, but looked to be around Katie's age, if not a little older.

"There you are. I imagine you are confused but I don't have the time to explain everything. Rest assured, you will want to listen to me and listen closely. You are under my jurisdiction right now. You will do nothing without my permission. You will eat when I say, sleep when I say, and shit when I say."

"This has got to be a dream." Katie said absently, touching the mirror, wondering at her own imagination. It was the most vivid thing she had ever experienced.

"Are you listening to me?" The man cleared his throat, annoyed.

"Who are you?" Katie tilted her head.

He rolled his eyes. "You can call me Sir."

Katie snorted.

"You find that funny?"

"I mean, that's such a cheesy line. You realize that right?" Katie was still walking around the small cell, trying to find the door with her fingers.

"Look at me." Katie did flinch here, and cursed her dream-self for having the same reaction to a stern dream-voice as she did to a stern-real-world voice.

"I do not have time for this. All you need to know is I brought you here and I can keep you here."

"Mkay. You might want to chill on the villain talk. You sound like a movie character. I'm not calling you Sir, by the way." That's the thing about dreams, Katie thought. Bravery was a lot easier when everything was fake.

"I'll give you time to rethink that then." With that the video popped off and the room was filled with darkness. Katie couldn't see her hand in front of her face, and after bumping into the wall, she decided to sit down. She squeezed her eyes tightly and tried to transport herself to a dream-cabin or dream-beach. Surely she could imagine Hawaii. Instead of feeling the warm sand between her toes, however, all she felt was cold. It was like the room dipped even lower in temperature. She shivered and huddled in a corner. The darkness was oppressive--the silence was too. Her stomach grumbled, and she held it, eventually curling into a ball. She couldn't gauge the time but it felt like hours. She fell into a restless sleep, her last thought wondering if sleeping in a dream was going to send her into an Inception like trance. She laughed to herself, and hoped when she woke up she could forget everything and take a warm bath.

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Katie woke up, a little warmer, still hungry, and unfortunately not back in her bedroom. She was no longer in the weird cell, but instead tied to a chair. Her gray shirt had been removed, leaving her in her bra and pajama shorts. Her wrists ached with the bindings and her glasses were slipping down her nose. She tried to push them up with her shoulder but couldn't move much.

She was in a large office. There was a window that spanned the floor to the ceiling and she could tell that she was high up, as the only thing visible was clouds and the tops of buildings.

A clearing of a throat let her know she wasn't alone. Katie groaned.

"You again?" The bald man looked affronted.

She felt at her bindings, again surprised that everything was so vivid. It really hurt and she had never thought being asleep could feel so real. She was rethinking her initial hypothesis. Hadn't recovered coma patients talked about feeling sensations in their unconsciousness?

"I realize I was remiss in not introducing myself the other day. So let's start over. Your name is?"

Katie looked incredulously at the man. "Katherine." She spit out.

"Katherine." He sneered. "I am Lex Luthor," he said self-importantly.

Ok then, back to her original hypothesis. Definitely a dream. Katie barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, right. And I'm Batman." She growled mockingly. "Honestly."

The man stepped closer. It's not like Katie was unaware of the comic books and movies, but she had never had time to really dive in. She was too busy managing Matt's schedule and making sure everything was perfect at home. The last time Katie picked up one of his collectibles to dust, she found herself with a lot more than a black eye. It wasn't really something she was interested in anymore. But she knew of Lex Luthor. He kind of looked like she would have imagined him looking, which made sense she guessed, if her brain was making it all up.

He trailed his fingers on her shoulder, tracing the weird design on her chest from her collarbone to just above her bra. She shivered in revulsion but the way she was tied to the chair didn't allow her much movement.

"Interesting." He hummed. "Have you heard of me?"

She looked him in the eyes and then looked away quickly as he smirked at her. "I mean, yeah? Comic book character, Lex Luthor. Superman's nemesis, right? I mean, I've never really read them or anything, but I saw Smallville once."

He was staring at her like a bug under a microscope. "Mm. What else do you know about me?"

Katie quirked an eyebrow. "I am confused."

"I expected that. You don't seem like a particularly bright woman. Definitely plain looking, overweight, extremely unremarkable. It's fascinating, isn't it?"

It's not like any of that was something Katie didn't think about herself daily, but she still felt a bit betrayed by her brain.

"What is?" She bit out.

"That you were chosen out of all the people in your world. That you were the one the whole universe decided upon. It's a shame. I'm sure there were so many more worthy than you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know me as a character, darling? Tell me. How many people lived in your world?"

"My world? What are you talking about?"

"The global population. Try to keep up."

Katie was confused at what that could mean or why he was asking. She decided to play along since last time ended with her in a cold cell for hours.

"I don't know. Over 7 billion."

"Over 7 billion." He purred, practically petting the weird tattoo on her chest. "How does it feel to know that 7 billion people were sacrificed for the unimpressive specimen you are?"

Katie scrunched her nose. The man cosplaying as Lex Luthor in her mind laughed. "Do you know what this is?" He tapped the tattoo. She stayed silent.

"No. You wouldn't, would you? You don't know much. A world where the greatest minds are comic book characters. Where soul marks don't exist." Soul marks?, Katie mouthed to herself. "I almost feel sorry for you, honey. But at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter, does it? You're here for one reason and one reason only."

He ran his fingers through her messy hair. An alarm sounded in the distance.

"Let the games begin."

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #clark kent #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #isekai #fanfiction #batfam #help i've landed in a fanfiction #barry allen #hal jordan #diana prince #lex luthor #soulmates #oc

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thejademountaincollective · 1 year ago

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BOO!!!

We’re very new to tumblr so I hope we’re doing this right

Hi there!! We’re the Jade Mountain Collective (Or The Breached SYS or the Reputation system (we’re basically just collecting system names LMAO) )

Uh this is just a little intro thingy but we don’t plan to post much on here but maybe some art sometimes!!

Here’s some about us

• We’re an absolute wings of fire enthusiast and honestly. If you say one thing about it we will never. Ever. Stop talking /hj

• please use tagtones with us (if you interact) Becuz it’s so hard to tell tones ☹️

• we use “☹️” as a sad joke like we’re jokingly sad (aswell as 😨,😃,😰 and any angry emoji)

• fictkin! Our biggest kins are Snowfall (Wings of fire) and Vanny (FNAF SB) !!

•aswell we’re a therian and otherkin, our theriotypes are Norwegian forest cat, Arctic fox and our otherkins are a sandwing and water Na’vi

• LIV LAUGH LUV TAYLOR SWIFT 🫶 (uh I might have hyper fixated a little too much on her cuz uh we have a factive of her.. LMAO /lh)

• system of (maybe?) 25 !!

•hyper fixation is wings of fire but just fixation is FNAF- we are very (very) confused about the lore but it’s all good cuz we got the basics!

• we practice witchcraft!! We’re like a year or two into it and still have alot to learn but it is something we do!!!

•I am so normal about Vanny and Vanessa. So normal you wouldn’t believe how normal. So very normal. You couldn’t even guess that I wasn’t normal about them because that’s how normal I am. And this little paragraph is so normal and it’s not normal to do this. Because I’m so normal about vanny and Vanessa /silly /j

• we do regress sometimes, depends on the alter for little age but mostly it’s 1-7!! (Both voluntary and involuntary)

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Onyx/Gwen - no source - host, persecutor -star/ vamp/jelly/stars/shine -🌧️

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feekins · 1 year ago

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fell a little behind, so today imma cover the extras in Trigun vol 2 - "Day In Day Out" and "Trigun Pilot" 😁

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

after all the heaviness of ch8, depending on how you look at them, these extras are either a palate cleanser or they give you a bit of whiplash 😅 personally, I enjoy them. they're good fun, and it's interesting to compare these earlier Vashs with him at the end of vol 2. now, without further ado...

DAY IN DAY OUT

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

just an interesting little translation discrepancy here - there aren't too many context-changing ones in these extras.

oh but I do love that both translations describe how early Vash wakes up (which, judging by the clock, is 4-5am so about the time Charlie gets me up for First Breakfast) the same way - "Earlier than the rooster's crow, children on Sunday, and the morning paper."

...ah yes, the Noman's Land rooster...

[[insert Trigun character recreating the "look at all those chickens!" vine but with toma here]]

Overhaul at it again, providing more context and clarity =u= although I do think both translations, while different, give off a similar vibe, pointing out little contradictions or things that seem counter-intuitive here.

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

again, similar enough imo - but I enjoy the Overhaul's translation more bc it's sillier 💕

speaking of which...

...minor translation discrepancies here, but "All Days" VS "Oldies" is cracking me up bc I think I know how Dark Horse got what they did - it's a mistake/some confusion in what foreign (to Japan) word Nightow meant!

in Japanese, "imported" words tend to be written in katakana rather than hiragana. it's kind of like how, in American English, you might see "imported" words printed in italics in some books. anyway, I looked up the Japanese word for "Oldies" and it brought up オールディーズ (literally "oorudeiizu"). and here's the thing: there's no "dee" (like in "deer") sound in Japanese. to denote that in katakana for an "imported" word, then, you'd use the character デ ("de" like in "den") + the modifier ィ ("i" like in "eerie") + symbol to indicate an elongated vowel sound. hence, "oorudeiizu" - which I guess Dark Horse then mistook, thinking it meant "All Days"

(...but if that were the case, wouldn't it originally have to be "aarudeiizu"...? dgixgujgx I'm getting sidetracked, sorry - I am ① an anthropologist who ② took some Japanese classes way back when, so I got excited 😵‍💫)

ANYWAY.

......"Sonic Sodom" eh? I mean, alright! 😆

notable translation discrepancies, but either one does its job: makes this creep seem like more of an ass

now, the second extra...

TRIGUN PILOT

first page, first translation discrepancy. it's minor, but again, the Overhaul gives us more info. second panel, first block of text. Dark Horse has "Even if we're sheltered beneath a giant umbrella, we don't know what tomorrow may hold." meanwhile, the Overhaul has "Even if we're sheltered underneath an umbrella of our old technology, we don't know what the future holds."

there's another discrepancy on the second page, second block of text. more significant difference here. Dark Horse has:

Vash the Stampede is now known as a "localized disaster."

meanwhile, the Overhaul has:

Having caused massive amounts of destruction, he is now under suspicion of being the world's first "localized disaster."

lmao what an ass

and it's interesting how we see the kind of person Count Bostalk is right from the start...

and then we have Vash dancing in listening to his transistor radio. classic. 🤣

🤨

blegh. translation discrepancy that changes the context. I already liked this bandit guy, but the Overhaul makes me like him more. less "macho" more "I HAVE to take revenge for the heinous things Bostalk did"

the pilot does such a good job setting up the complexity of the conflicts in the Trigun 'verse 💕

and I don't like this one 😑 Dark Horse's translation here is...kinda jerk-like. condescending, kinda? anyway. let me sing another love song to you, Overhaul~

finally, I had to put these panels together. the translations are close enough, so no complaints there - the sass of this exchange just didn't hit me until now. Vash is such a lil shit and I love it 💕

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #btw ty rev and everyone for your comments in the tags! 😊

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lilylovesundertale · 2 years ago

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Finale part 2

Aziza: you have no idea what it's like to be betrayed destroyed

Crystal: I'm not-

Azusa: don't you understand the feeling Galaxa oh wait you're the one that betrayed me

Crystal: I understand that you're mad but-

Azusa: let's settle this

Undertale battle begin*

*. . .

*Fight act items Mercy

*💚Act

*Check *talk *comfort

*💚Check

Azusa attack 690 defense 59 no idea why she's mad at you but she is

*💚Act

*💚Talk

Crystal: I understand that you're mad but I am not Galaxa my name is Crystal

Azusa: don't lie to me

She pulls out her chainsaw and cuts the battle box in half along with the item menu well that's going to be a problem*

*Act

*Talk

Crystal: I'm not lying to you I would never lie to anyone

Azusa: oh really then why are you doing it right now *use psy blast Crystal moved her so out of the way*

Crystal: I'M NOT LYING TO YOU

Delto: sis what on Earth is happening over here-*gets garbed by a black vine* OW

Crystal: BRO

Delto:*eye patch falls off* I'll be fine sis

Azusa: how cute you truly care-oh dear God what happened to your eye

Delto: long story

Azusa: anyways you totally care about your brother don't you I have a special ability that will absorb the light from this universe and everyone's forms

Aquo: well jokes on you I don't have a form*get garbed to* uh oh

Azusa: I have other plans for you

Aquo:*begins crying due to fear*

Crystal: BESTIE

Azusa: let's continue shall we?

*she has your friend and brother

*Talk

*you don't think talking will get you out of the situation

Azusa:*pulls out her chainsaw and begins cutting up the battle box*

*Mercy

Azusa: how cute you're sparing me time for my revenge

Everything began turning teal blue*

Drago: why am I feeling like someone's in trouble

He froze when it happened*

Drago:*looking around confused* what the hell?

Meanwhile*

Lily: babe I'm fine so is tulip azaza and blaze

Nora: I cannot stop worrying about you

*everything goes teal blue making the government and the top hat clan stop fighting*

Charles: what in the name of-?

Ellie: this is not .. normal at all

Echo: this is probably a problem

Regldold: oh dear I hope something's not wrong with the Sun

Meanwhile again*

Tsc:*talking with his friends before everything goes teal blue*

Blue:*confused screaming*

Green:*stop playing music on his headphones*

Red:*drop carrot*

🟡: *stop practicing restone*

Meanwhile with mango and purple*

🟠: *looking up very confused*

Purple:*goes behind mango afraid*

Meanwhile with the main stick figure team*

Tsc: I just want to have a normal week for once is it so hard to ask for

Back with Crystal*

Crystal: WHAT DID YOU DO

Azusa: I made myself stronger you could no longer hurt me*destroys the Mercy menu*

Insert epic final Boss music*

*the real battle begins

*Act *check *talk *insult

*talk

Crystal: CAN WE PLEASE TALK THINGS OUT!?

Azusa: no*begins using blue and orange attacks*

Delto: blue means don't move and Orange means move

Crystal listened to the advice*

*You don't know what to do here because no matter what you do you cannot seem to do damage to her

*You do nothing

Azusa: ... What are you doing

Crystal: well I don't know what else to do here you won't talk things out and you destroyed my Mercy menu what else is there to do

Azusa: DIE*began attacking with blue attacks*

Act turned into save*

*Save

Azusa: WAIT WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-

To be continued*

#lily aquado au #the henry stickmin collection #avm tsc #undertale #lily x nora #avm purple #avm red #avm blue #avm mango #avm yellow #avm green

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haughttopics · 4 years ago

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Birthday 🎂 girl at a weak point. don’t let her get you or tell you otherwise.

i have no idea what this is supposed to mean?

#asks #anon #insert 'i am confusion' vine here

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skeletonsweatshirt · 2 years ago

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Connected || Viktor x gn!reader

Connected - Part 1

Soulmate!AU (Red String of Fate)

Viktor x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags: Extroverted Jayce, New Dorm Room, Y/N is still moving in, Impatient Heimey, First Day jitters, Viktor says literally nothing, That mf silent, Confused Reader, *Insert vine of that one lady yelling about how Arkansas and Kansas are pronounced differently*, yes I just made a vine reference, it's my goddamn fic. Also, Heimerdinger has a bouncy mustache. I am my own proofreader, Grammarly is a frequent life saver (not sponsored)

Warnings: None really. Heimer mentions the reader that getting a full-ride scholarship is a "big responsibility" and there's like a few very brief symptoms of anxiety but it's never like a panic attack it's just the reader being nervous about starting school. Also, v quick mention of chaos and destruction spurred by the reader learning what Jayce and Vik are working on. Nothing in detail, just the idea that putting magic in the hands of normies might end badly.

A/N: Hey you little stinkies. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. School just started and I've been busy not getting an F and also looking for a job and shit. Either way, I'm back now and I'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently but if it doesn't happen don't get butt hurt cuz chances are I will be back eventually. I'll try to get Chapter 2 out soon but idk we'll see what happens. Anyways enjoy the read.

You double and triple-check your bag to be sure of its contents on the way to the sleek, white, and gold vanity pushed against your wall. You double and triple check your uniform is right. White Shirt, White Vest, Red Tie, Black Bottoms. Alright, looking good. You give yourself possibly the quickest thumbs up in the reflection before racing towards the door of the new dorm room you weren't quite used to the layout of yet.

Another set of three knocks arrives on the outside of your hefty door before you manage to open it. On the other side is a yordle, about two and a half feet shorter than you, with a poro standing loyally at his right side. You smile down at the dean of the school, the fluffball known as Cecil B Heimerdinger, or just Professor Heimerdinger to you.

"Oh, hello sir. Good morning." You beam down at the man.

"Good morning, Y/N. I hope you are settling in well." The yordle remarks cheerfully.

"I'm doing my best. A bit hard to get around with boxes at your feet, though." You chuckle to hide the grimace that you're wearing in your brain. You severely underestimated how difficult it would be to unload a few boxes of your things into your new home for the next 4+ years.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Come, come, child, we should start the tour." He offers, waving you forward to follow him.

You swiftly nod and step out of your dorm room, making sure the door is locked behind you. You follow the man, attempting to match his pace so you don't fall forward or behind him. You quickly dart your eyes between the floor and him, not sure yet which you're supposed to look at.

"First things first, congratulations on your scholarship. It's not every day someone gets to come here nearly for free. That's a big responsibility, you know." The yordle states, or jokes. You can't really tell quite yet, you're still getting used to him.

"I know, sir. And I just wanted to thank you for approving it. I think I can truly achieve great things here." You exclaim.

"That's what we're hoping for. That is why you'll be assisting two of our greatest minds in the lab." He notes. Something you are just now realizing is that somehow Heimerdinger's mustache manages to bounce every time he speaks. Hopefully, you are never in a serious meeting with him. "But first I want to show you around. Make sure you understand where all your classes are and how to get there."

You nod in understanding. As you look around, you start to notice other students clearly staring at you and the professor. Some, who must not know who you are, are looking at you like you'd just been involved in the biggest scandal in your life. Others look at you absolutely bewildered. And you are pretty sure you see a few students, older and not, checking their right hands to see if their string lines up with yours, and when it doesn't, they simply look at you disappointed.

You look at your own hand. Surprisingly, you're following your string right down the middle. If this string wasn't like...magic or something...and the slack just kept dragging along, it would be straight between your legs. That's how exact you are. A soft whistle comes from below you, and just as Heimerdinger catches your attention, you turn a corner and begin walking away from where the string was leading.

About an hour and a half goes by before you finish locating all your classes, the cafeteria, and the library. If there was one thing to admire about Heimerdinger, it would be how damn thorough he is.

"Now, we are headed to the lab where you will be conducting research. Jayce and Viktor should be there since their classes haven't started yet." The professor lends you a kind smile as he begins walking you through the expansive corridors of the school.

You give an excited nod. An actual lab for you to work in! Not some bullshit one you put together in your parent's cramped attic because your mother stated she'd rather have the top of the house blow up than the bottom. You swiftly swing your bag towards your front, unclipping the fastens and digging through the many papers, notebooks, and folders you had somehow managed to cram inside.

You procure a leatherbound journal, no larger than your face, and open it. This journal contains all the notes you have taken on topics you wished to research or experiment with in the past year. Some of the topics you had been able to approach at your home lab, but some you had saved until you had access to a professional lab. Like the one at the academy.

You skim through the pages, a feather-like finger tracing over the lines of the topics that caught your eye. You realize about halfway through flicking through that you don't even know if any of your studies match up with Jayce and Viktor's.

"Sir, may I ask what exactly what Jayce and Viktor are working on in their lab space?" You question the older man without removing your face from the journal.

"They are designing a company they call 'Hextech" The yordle makes air quotes with his fingers. "The goal of their project is to discover a way to put the Arcane into the hands of the people through innovative technology."

You pause. The Arcane? Like...magic? You let the journal fall limply to your side as you look at the professor. "Isn't that like...really dangerous?" Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you ask. You remember reading about things like this in old history books. Putting magic in the hands of the non-magic users usually just ended in chaos and destruction.

Heimerdinger looks at you with a look of confusion. Not in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't know what you're talking about. On the contrary, he knows exactly what you're talking about. He's probably older than those books you were reading. The look he gives you makes you think that he's the only one ever asking that question.

"Ahem," The man clears his throat. "Usually it is. And honestly, I was opposed to the idea at first. However, Jayce and Viktor are some of the brightest minds in the Academy. They have promised me that everything is under control, and they take extra precaution when handling their projects."

A muffled crashing sound comes from down the hallway. Judging by the look on your superior's face, said crash is coming from Viktor and Jayce's lab.

"Extra precaution, huh?" You chortle as you shove your journal back into your bag as you and Heimer make way down the corridor slightly faster than you were.

Once you make it to the lab, you straighten out your outfit and open the door, allowing Heimerdinger to walk in before you. As you walk into the open room, you recognize what the noise must've been. A bag of tools bulkier than you had ever seen had tipped over, sending a sea of metal over the lab's solid flooring.

Your bag immediately makes its way off your shoulder and onto the ground beside you. You crouch down, assisting the more muscular of the two men with collecting the items that had come out of the bag in the fall. You both stand once every tool is back in its rightful place.

"Thank you." The man sticks out a hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Jayce Talis. And you are?"

"Y/N L/N." A familiar older voice rings out behind you. "They are your new assistant. Y/N, these are Jayce," He gestures to the man in front of you. "and Viktor." He gestures over to a man sitting on a metal stool who somehow looks both older and younger than Jayce. He has soft-looking quafts of chestnut brown hair that seem to waterfall down his scalp in a way that's both messy and put together. Like he tried to groom himself but gave up halfway through.

You throw a quick grin at the slender man before giving him a brief run-over with your eyes. Then you go back to turn your head and face Jayce. Then you don't. What was supposed to be a quick glance to just get a general idea of your soon-to-be lab partner turns into you turning your head so fast you nearly get whiplash. All because your glance at the man was interrupted with a shade of crimson that is now scarily familiar.

And to your surprise, the color wasn't a trick your eyes decided to play on your brain. Tied around Viktor's book-holding right pinky finger is a piece of cardinal-colored string that drapes to the floor below him and creates an obvious path between the two of you.

You stare at the string for a time, admiring the trail left across the tile floors before a voice penetrates your internal cloud of questions, answers, and miscellaneous thoughts and feelings that weren't either of the first two but you didn't really have time to sort them because holy shit.

"Mx. L/N." Heimer addresses you in a tone that makes it seem like he has been calling your name for the past hour.

You snap out of your haze just enough. You force your eyes away from the ribbon and onto your superior. "Yes, sir?" You ask.

"I have to get going. I trust you are in good hands here. Jayce and Viktor will show you around, and I'm sure you will get acclimated to life in the Academy in no time. You all know where my office is if you are to need me." The yordle notes and walks out of the large doors behind you.

You wave goodbye to the dean and his pet and then face your full attention towards your more muscular partner. You decide to ignore the other one for now, even if that means getting holes burnt through your skull by his darting glances. That is something to deal with later.

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needleanddead · 3 years ago

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pip i am literally obsessed with the idea of TF van chasing you down in a forest to have his way with you. having pred/prey on his major kinks list on his oc meme is not helping. no thoughts only big man with horns

This one has been sat in my asks for ages but I've been in a Van Mood recently so here, take some reader-insert fic.

CW: dub-con/non-con, predator prey dynamics, reader is being pretty thoroughly stockholm-syndromed, reader is Van's captive pet. gender neutral reader. not sfw.

You know there’s no chance of actually outrunning him. This is a game for him more than anything else; a pleasant distraction from the pressures of his life within the Winter Court, with an even pleasanter reward for him at the end in the form of you, helpless and breathless and useless to do anything but take what he gives you.

But the illusion of freedom – that wide-open space, the feel of your feet on solid ground once more, the reality of the forest around you . . . that feels worth it. Even it’s just for a few minutes in the fresh air with the scent of (real, true, honest) grass and flowers and all of the little things you forget, sequestered as you are in Van’s chambers in the court as his prisoner.

You know you won’t win his little game. You know it’s hopeless even thinking you might; Van knows the forest like it’s been imprinted deep into his very being, and perhaps it has. But you let yourself seize the moment even so, with the feeling of grass beneath your feet and the freedom of Van chuckling against your ear and claws brushing over the shape of your body as he murmurs in that deep, musical voice;

“Well, m’eudail? I’m giving you a head start. Give me a chase. Entertain me.”

So you hit the ground running.

It’s worse for you if you don’t keep him entertained. You could, you think, merely refuse to try and hide from him – stand in an open clearing and wait for him to find you, and not waste time letting a little flicker of hope ignite in your heart. But Van has made it clear to you he keeps you around for fun, to stop him getting so dreadfully bored by pomp and circumstance – and you have seen what cruelties he is capable of.

It’s hard to marry the Van that you would see in bars and clubs, bright-eyed but shy, nervous when you placed so much as a hand on his arm and occasionally falling over his own words in excitement, with the Van that keeps you here. Sometimes you swear you see flashes of the former trying to get out; a disconnect between the two of them that you wish you could breach. A brief frisson of excitement, a smile that’s more sweetness than intimidation. It’s more obvious here, outside of the Court, where Van doesn’t need to put on any performance and is merely a creature of twisted tree branches and curving vines and blooming flowers. He’s more himself than any other time. Could you put him back together? Is it even possible?

No time for that. If you think too hard, you’ll stop running, and you need to give Van a chase that he enjoys to stay on his good side. You try and clear your mind of anything but your own breathing as it echoes in your head. You can hear your heart beat with every movement you make – pause, consider, change the direction you’re running in to make some kind of futile attempt to confuse him. Double back on yourself.

How long has this head start been? You cannot hear Van himself in the trees, though you know he must surely be moving by now. When he wants you to hear him, you will . . . but the silence is eerie, making a knot of tension low in your stomach.

(You miss him. You don’t know what to do without his presence.)

Admitting that is too painful. You continue to run; if nothing else, you can use this time to gulp down lungfuls of fresh air and cherish the feeling of freedom, no matter how fabricated.

You can hear birdsong. You pause for a moment, and look up to see a songbird perched on a tree high above you. You think you envy it.

When was the last time you saw a bird not in a cage? Time passes so differently in the faerie courts, and you have learned painfully that the fae like to keep their pretty trinkets in safe gilded prisons.

(Van’s chambers are festooned in ivy; growing from cracks in the walls and the floors. It does not make any difference to how much of a prison cell it feels for you, sometimes. Seeing him is the only bright spot in days spent wrapped up like treasure in a chest).

“Mo leannan,” You hear him before you see him. The crack of a branch, deliberate (Van would never). Your heart rate speeds up even faster, pulse beating in your throat as your head snaps to where the sound came from. He’s maybe ten feet away from you, his head tilted innocently to one side with a smirk curling his mouth. You feel the deep burr of his voice right down to your bones. “You’re almost making it too easy.”

You feel like a frightened rabbit as you stare at him; and he, a fox, or a wolf, or something altogether older and more of a hunter and more dangerous than both of them put together. You turn and flee, to the echo of Van’s delighted laughter.

You won’t be caught yet.

Time blurs together as you lose yourself in the maze of the trees. Van knows this territory better than you, no matter what tricks you may try to employ – but he enjoys the chase. Every so often, you hear the snap of more twigs, or the rustle of trees in a way that cannot just be wind – and you turn face and run a different way, until it burns every time you gasp in air and you have to stop just to catch your breath.

You’re in a clearing you don’t recognise; the grass beneath your feet feels just a touch softer. The trees seem to meet above you just a little more thickly, giving everything a faint viridian-tinged glow that makes it seem like something from a dream. You know this is where he’ll catch you – it is too perfect a space to not be. A ring of toadstools grow by an old oak.

“Fair fight, little mortal,” Van seems to melt from the trees as if he’s always been there. “I hope you won’t give up on me now.”

Your chest and shoulders heave as you look at him. Being caught was always the endgame of this little conceit, but you can’t help the brief frisson of disappointment.

(Are you disappointed because you didn’t escape? Or are you disappointed in case Van didn’t enjoy himself?)

I hope you won’t give up on me now. You turn, and blindly stumble towards the tree-line even knowing it’s useless and you’re drained. Van laughs again, like the rolling of thunder.

And there’s grass and dirt beneath your knees, the feel of something large and solid on top of you, rolling you over whilst you briefly struggle and tussle on the grass until you’re on your stomach and Van is keeping you pinned there like a butterfly on a corkboard.

“Àilleach,” his mouth brushes against your cheek where you’re restrained beneath him, his voice all tenderness despite how utterly helpless you are. His hands are cool where they slide up your bare thighs, where they brush the hem of your shorts (easier for running in, he’d said, with a smile on his face like sharpened knives). You can’t help it. You turn your head slightly so your cheek presses against grassy forest floor, baring your throat for him, and he makes a pleased hum in the back of his own.

He repeats the endearment as he pulls at your clothes; buries quiet words in another, even older tongue between your collarbones and against your shoulderblades. You should struggle. But you can’t bring yourself to want to anymore. You’ve grown used to his touches, you think– you want him to run his hands over you, want him to bring you against him and make it clear that you belong to him.

Is it so bad, when he’s like this? So much more adoring than violent, in the shade of a canopy of trees with no chains binding him to an existence you don’t think he enjoys.

You’re rolled onto your back, and you can’t help yourself but reach up and cup his face. If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it – merely smiles at you with those all-violet eyes and that mouth full of teeth before he shakes your hand away in pursuit of other, more interesting things. He’s beautiful as he is terrifying. So big. So much stronger than you will ever be. The knowledge of these things is contained in the way that he rips hungrily at your clothes, the way your body is manipulated like little more than a doll as he impatiently strips you of anything in his way.

Your own chest is heaving, sweat beading across your hairline – but Van is solid, like he simply sprouted from the earth that he kneels on. The only inkling that you have indeed given him a chase is the wind-ruffle of his hair and the excitement in his gaze.

Your shorts tear. Your shirt is hiked up, as he touches you with the sure fingers of someone who knows that they own every inch of what they survey; works the soft skin beneath his palms until you’re prickling all over with warmth. He’s careful of the sharpness of his claws right now, but you know that they can draw blood when he wants them to. The idea no longer terrifies you. You have plenty of marks from Van’s occasionally over-eager intimacy - and you think of them, sometimes, like badges of honour.

It is the same way with his fangs; he digs them into the softness of your throat and the slope of your shoulders like an animal giving affection, not out of any desire to hurt – merely a desire to remind you that he is there, that you belong to him, that he could tear you into pieces if he wanted to. His grip parts your thighs.

He didn’t need to make the grass softer here, but you’re grateful for the kindness even so as he moves against you.Your body knows him by now. It welcomes him in like it misses him when he’s not there.

You ache inside, but the ache is as familiar as everything else – the stretch of something just a little too big fitting inside of you so tightly you fear you might break. But Van murmurs in that ancient tongue again, voice softened by the freedom of taking you here, away from any responsibility. He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, the column of your neck. You reach up again, whining softly – and when your hands settle against his horns for purchase, his own breath hitches. His gaze darkens.

His hips move against you more hungrily, more desperately – the thrusts and pushes insistent in Van’s need to claim you.

You’re glad of being able to cling to his horns when he begins to move in earnest. Your own body ripples with every thrust – it’s all you can do to hold on, when he loses control of himself like this. Your heart is still beating so quickly from the chase – and though you can’t hear it, you hope Van’s is beating the same.

(You want him to love you. You want him to need you. You want him. You shouldn’t, after everything – but nonetheless, you do.)

He’s a creature of the wild in every aspect like this. This is where he belongs. His teeth slightly bared, his violet gaze searing in its intensity, broad shoulders blocking out even more of the light as he gets faster and harder and hits you deeper and deeper and deeper with every push. Need grows inside of you like a flower ready to bloom, urged on by Van himself.

You don’t know exactly what pushes you over the edge, but over the edge you go.

You make no attempt to muffle the sound that comes out of you; half-wail, half-whimper. Van has told you a hundred times that there is nothing so beautiful about people as their truth – he hates when things are concealed from him. Your fingers tighten around the rock-solid anchor of his horns as your vision whites out and heat suffuses all through you. Van groans low and hungry and forces you to ride out every final wave and aftershock, not slowing a fraction as your body weakly pulses out the dregs of pleasure.

He’s close, too. His breath is unsteady and quickening, his thrusts becoming messier and messier the closer he gets. You know when he approaches his edge – he grabs your hips and sinks even deeper than you knew was possible, grinding himself against you as if he cannot bear the idea of not being buried inside of you as wholly as possible.

He breathes out your name like a prayer (or like a spell, perhaps; that seems more appropriate for a creature like him) at the same time as he finishes, claws sinking into your hips painfully as a reminder of who and what it is you belong to. He’s still bent over you, still has you in his vice-like grip – but when you look up into his eyes, they’re softer than you usually see him.

(It’s a gaze like the Van who you ordered only the sugariest cocktails on bar menus for; a gaze like the Van who spent an entire evening beside you fiddling delightedly with a Rubik’s Cube, who stared at the neon light above a club and asked you how exactly they made it).

“If I could, m’eudail,” he murmurs, moving one hand – his claws are dripping with blood, but that’s of no consequence – to slide a thumb over your lower lip. “I would keep you here forever.”

You know instinctually that the ’here’ is not kept in rooms in an underground court like a pretty doll. Van doesn’t belong where he is, you don’t think, any more than you do.

The ’here’, it’s clear to you, is the forest. Beneath him. Amongst all of this; in a clearing that would never be stumbled across by mortals.

You wonder perhaps if, then, the ’beneath him’ could be ’beside him’.

“Why don’t you?” You breathe out, staring up at him. His eyebrows draw in. His face tightens. It comes out of your mouth like a rush of water in a forest brook. “I’d stay.”

(Would you? It feels right on your tongue, though all earthly reason tells you that you should not want to be near Van. He has taken everything from you. You’re a pet, and he is a Master, and that’s all there is to it. You cannot imagine your existence without him anymore. You suppose that’s simply how pets feel.)

Van stares at you. Something in his gaze flickers, and you see your first Van again, staring at you like you’re the centre of his universe.

Quickly as it comes, it melts away like the morning frost. Van pulls himself up, away from you – retreats back into himself, once more the capricious creature of chaos that the Winter Court demands he be. He pulls you up on shaky legs, still trembling from the force of his attentions. Leaves are stuck in your hair. You’re scratched and bruised all over from the tackling and the roughness and the branches that have scraped along sensitive flesh.

“There are some contracts,” he says, almost too quiet to be heard. “That are bound in iron.”

#🦇 pip writes #van tag #dub con cw #non con cw #i dont know how to tag this #yandere x reader #i guess. kind of #monster boyfriend #again. kind of.

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chenlelesdream · 3 years ago

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Till Death Do Us Part | J.S

pairing: fiancee!johnny x fiancee!reader

genre: angst, fluff if u squint towards the end

as the song pansy by Taemin plays in the background, you walk down the aisle staring at the man waiting for you at the end of it. you told yourself nothing was every going to be perfect but this was so close to being called so. white orchids hanging from the ceiling like vines, friends and family watching and silently congratulating you from their seats, and your beloved soon to be husband now reaching out his hand for you to hold.

johnny squeezed your hand as he adoringly looked into your eyes, winking while mouthing an i love you. facing the pastor in front of you, he starts the wedding ceremony.

as you finished saying your vows johnny was slowly tearing up but kept himself together.

“johnny you may now say your vows” the pastor says as johnny smiles while he grabs a neatly folded paper from his pocket.

“you always had hope in me when everyone else didn’t and you always pushed me to be the best version of me. with this, as you become my life long partner i promise you a few things. though they can’t amount to the good you have done for me i want to promise you that i will always love you no matter what. as simple as it sounds that promise equivalents to how much i am willing to give to you physically, emotionally, and mentally. i’ll be here with you as we age, as we watch our children grow, and as we move forward together. i love you so much and i look forward to spending this lifetime with you.” he says as he ends by kissing the palm of your hand while looking into your watering eyes.

with this the priest looks at both of you with an early congratulatory smile while saying “y/n do you take johnny to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” you say without taking your eyes off him

“and do you johnny take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest says as he stares at johnny awaiting his answer.

“I d-“

as johnny was about to answer your hearing suddenly disappears and you look at everyone around you. they all look at you with smiles on their faces as if time has stopped. when you turned to face back to johnny you’re faced with a bright white light instead.

“she’s awake! patient 127 is awake!” you hear someone yell in the background around you. your eyelids felt heavy and as you slowly open your eyes you’re faced with your younger brother sungchan.

he looked at you with tears in his eyes, making you even more confused. you sat up and looked around you only to be faced with dull white walls, a needle inserted into your hand with a tube connected to it, and concerned family members around you.

you opened your mouth to ask what was going on but you were cut off by your brother. “you were in a car accident, a few days ago you were about to go to the house for dinner as you finally finished wedding preparations with johnny. while you-“ suddenly the world around you started the crumble.

hearing sungchan explain what was happening tears started flowing down your eyes.

the snowstorm was too strong

trying to recall what happened that night your mind takes you to all the fun moments you had.

“johnny! wait until after dinner you horny man!” you semi-yell as johnny places kisses down your neck. “but i can’t help it you look so good right now.” he wiggles his eyebrows “but fine, let’s not keep the delicious cakes in front of us waiting.” he says as he grabs the fork and quickly dives in.

the car spun then turned over

“don’t you think the dress looks a bit weirder now?” you say as you awkwardly adjust the dress to your liking. johnny then sneaks his arm around your waist from behind and kisses your cheek “baby, you’re just paranoid you look beautiful as always.”

he lost a lot of blood from the impact and they operated on him as soon as he arrived

“are you sure you won’t stop loving me right when i arrive in front of you on our wedding day?” johnny just laughs as he is so used to you and your overthinking. he kisses your forehead and says “i won’t stop loving you even if you have wrinkles on your face and you think you’re ugly. by then i’ll still love you and think you’re beautiful” he says as you both laugh at his cheesiness. as the laughter died down he starts the engine “let’s go before your parents kill us for being late.”.

as he was about to start the engine he stops to give you a kiss. johnny then looks at you and stares into your eyes and says “i loved you, i love you, and i will always love you. like they say in weddings till death do us part”

you look outside your hospital window as your brother’s words kept replaying in your head

he didn’t make it.

a/n: HI GUYS I’M OPEN TO REQUESTS SO IF YOU WANNA SEND SOME IN GO ON AHEAD!! but i hope you enjoy this, I honestly don’t know if i ended it properly but nevertheless hope you liked it!!

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thatsgay-writes · 4 years ago

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Korra x She-ra!Reader Part 2

You looked at Swift Wind in confusion, "Vaatu? Who is that?" "Back in Adora's time, their was a great evil that went around the universe and would take over plants... After a long struggle over Etheria, She-ra managed to defeat Vaatu, or Horde Prime as he was called in our time, but some of his dark power was left and has been regenerating itself ever since. Growing stronger each day." You sit and consider what to do with this type of information.

"So if he's out now, that means he had to bond with someone... Who would want that type of power?" Swift Wind shook his head, "Someone crazy but we need to speed up your training, you need to be able to change to She-ra if you want a chance to defeat Vaatu."

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So you worked hard, day and night. Mastering the sword and its other forms and trying to turn into She-ra. "The time is coming..." Swift Wind said to you as you walked up for your daily training. "I can feel Vaatu's power growing... It's almost time for you to return, your friend will need you help." You felt your heart drop to your stomach with dread. You had been trying to push Korra to the back of your mind since you left the South Pole. You felt terrible for ghosting Korra, not even at least telling her you were okay. You gathered yourself and pulled out your sword, "Let's do this."

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You were woken from your slumber, feeling Swift Wind's horn poke you repeatedly in the back. "Hmmm... What?" You mumble trying to shake yourself awake. "It's time, y/n." "What? Five more minutes?" Swift just continues to poke you, harder this time. "It is time y/n!" You sit up immediately, letting the blankets fall off your body. "What but I haven't even been able to transform yet!?" You said worriedly as you scrambled around to dress yourself, hopping on one foot as you try and put on a boot and follow Swift Wind. "Well..." Swift Wind shrugged, "You're just going to have to use what you know. Who knows maybe you'll transform once your in the heat of battle?" "In the heat of battle!?" You gaped at Swift Wind, who in turn rolled his eyes. "Duh."

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You ride Swift Wind towards where he felt movement and were surprised to see 6 benders fighting against an army of evil spirits. "Fly me over and drop me!" You say to Swift Wind as you get closer. "You sure?" "Yeah... It's what you've been training me for right?" Swift Wind nods his head and speeds up over the spirit army. You take a deep breath and let yourself slide off of Swift Wind. "For the honor of grayskull!" You yell and almost laugh out of joy for finally being able to transform.

"Who is that!?" A earth bender below you yells as he watches your form fall from the sky, a bright light surrounding the body for a few seconds before hitting the ground. The benders stop for a second, to catch their breath, as all the spirits turn on you as you slam into the ground. You spend the next 5 minutes cutting through the spirits, gaining only a few cuts and scratches, none of them fazing you.

You cut through the last one and let yourself take a breath and look at your new form. Your hair was super long and blonde while your body was covered in a white and gold body suit with a gold crown. "This is so cool!" You exclaim before looking at the benders that you had helped. "Are you guys okay?" A boy dressed in green nodded his head as a bald man seemed to be in a more defensive stance. "Great... Swifty!" You yell out and feel the alicorn land behind you. "Okay, now we need to find Korra... You guys don't happen to know where she is, do you?" This time, before the boy in green could speak, the bald guy spoke. "And what business do you have with the Avatar?" You give the bald guy a fake pout, "Come on Tenzin, I know we only met a handful of times but I'm not one to be forgotten." You transform and watch as recognition shows in Tenzin's eyes. "Y/n?" You smile, "The one and only."

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After greeting Tenzin and getting a brief rundown of what was happening, you and Swift Wind were flying above Republic City, watching a giant Korra and Vaatu fight. "You know this it not what I imagined the city to look like." Swift Wind commented and you rolled your eyes. "I haven't been here before but I am sure it isn't usually covered in vines." "Yeah, well-" Whatever Swift Wind was about to say was cut off by a bright yellow light. "What is that?" You ask as Swift Wind flies closer to the source of light. "It looks like a girl..." "Holy shit is that Jinora!? Aww, she's so pretty."

"Y/n, focus." "Yes, right, focus. What is she doing?" You ask as you finally collect yourself. "By the spirits, she's holding Raava!" Swift Wind yells out and you look confused, "I really should have payed attention." "She is trying to put Raava into Vaatu but it seems like she can't get through." "Well that's were we come in." You say, confident in your ability as She-ra after transforming the first time. "Fly me over and drop me" Swift Wind looks concerned, you were pretty high up. "And then catch me before I hit the ground." Swift nods in confirmation and flies above Vaatu, where Jinora is still trying to insert Raava into Vaatu's body. "Lets do this." You say as you let yourself slide off of Swift Wind's back again, kind of wishing you could fly. "Incoming!" You yell to get Jinora's attention so you don't accidently stab her or something. Jinora's eyes widen as she watches you seemingly fall from the sky. "For the honor of grayskull!" You transform and stab your sword into Vaatu's chest, letting your momentum carry you and cut through the spirits body.

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You didn't return to the spirt world with Korra and Jinora, instead you had Swift Wind drop you off at Air Temple Island with Pema, Ikki, Meelo, and Rohan. Swift Wind had deemed that you were ready to be She-ra on your own and that he could finally move on and be with his She-ra. You would miss Swift Wind. You spent the time until Korra returned, catching up with Pema and getting to know Rohan. You almost cried the first night catching up with Pema, seeing how motherly she was towards her children made you miss your own mother.

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"Now Korra, I do have a surprise for you when we get to the island." Tenzin announces as they get closer to Air Temple Island. Bolin and Mako both holding small smiles as they remember how sad Korra was when she learned that you had disappeared and how happy she will be when the two of you get reunited.

Everyone got off of the bison as soon as they got to the island. Some of the people were confused as they saw you in your She-ra form, playing with Tenzin's children. You stopped playing with the children when you felt eyes on you and turned around. You gained a huge smile when you saw Korra and turned back to normal. Korra's eyes went wide when she saw you transform and she immediately ran towards you.

You let out a laugh as she wrapped you in a hug and swung you around. "Spirits! You're here and you were blonde! Wait, were you that person from the battle? That doesn't matter, where have you been? Why didn't you tell me your mother passed?" Korra rambled out as she held you and you laughed into her shoulder. "I missed you so much." You tell her as you pull back from the hug some to make eye contact with her.

You expect Korra to repeat the sentiment but instead she just holds eye contact with you quietly. "Korra I-" You get cut off as Korra presses her lips to yours. Your eyes widen for a second before letting yourself relax and return the affection. You both pull away when you hear someone clear their throat and you then remember that everyone was still around and watching your reunion. You blush heavily and pull away from Korra. "I... Um..." Korra on the other hand, ignores the fact that people are there and pulls you in for another kiss.

#korra x reader #legend of korra #lok #lok x reader #x reader #female reader #female x reader #wlw

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request: sorry if this is confusing !! can i request the pregnant reader s/o of diluc, kaeya , and childe with the kids of mondstadt/liyue or maybe childe’s siblings acting as their protectors in a way. like helping her down stairs or making sure she isn’t tired from standing. sometimes checking on her or giving her gifts to give to the baby when it’s born because babies are exciting lol. their response being they have to be good sibling and asking to touch their stomach and feeling the baby kick. you can put the loving husband’s reactions to the lil protection squad the reader has unintentionally made lol

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: pregnancy

a/n: i wasn't sure if this was a request for the series or not but decided to put it here anyways because it’s *chefs kiss*

diluc

“Why didn’t you order your usual drink?” A straightforward voice broke you out of your conversation and you turned your head to the side to see Diona staring at you. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were narrowed at you. “You always order a Frisky Cocktail but tonight you just ordered water. Why?”

You hesitated to answer the young girl. But by the stare she was giving you, you knew she wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

“Um, well,” You started, wondering if you could come up with a lie. You and Diluc hadn’t told anyone you were expecting yet but with a deep breath you said, “It’s because I’m pregnant.”

Diona raised an eyebrow at you, “You’re pregnant? Meaning you’re going to have a baby?”

Her ears perked up and a smile broke out onto your face, “That’s right.” Diona had the glimmer of a smile on her face as well and said something under her breath before tending to someone else at the bar.

Since that night, Diona had been more attentive to you. She bragged that she knew the news of your pregnancy before anyone else when you finally told everyone and she found herself talking to you more than ever. As your pregnancy progressed, Diona became even closer to you. She would give you gifts, mostly flowers or food, and ask you questions about the, now known, twins.

Truthfully, it was nice having Diona around when Diluc was busy. In fact, it made you so much more excited to meet your own babies. You wondered if they would grow up to be as ambitious or as compassionate as her.

On a day where Diona wasn’t working and Diluc was busy tending to his orchard, you invited Diona over and took the young girl to the lake. You basked in the sun as Diona collected rocks and chatted about her busy week.

“This is for you,” Diona said shyly, holding out a sweet flower to you.

You grinned, “Why, thank you.” You took the flower from her and slipped it behind your ear, “Does it look nice?”

Diona nodded and sat down beside you. Her eyes were glued to your growing baby bump and when you noticed, your smile softened. “Do you want to touch it?” She nodded again and reached out, her hand gentle on your belly. Suddenly, she ripped her hand away with a gasp. “What happened?”

“They kicked me!” She squealed, causing you to just laugh. From the grape vines, Diluc smiled to himself as he watched Diona take good care of you.

kaeya

When Kaeya told the teenagers in town that you were pregnant, it was like a switch had been flipped on them. The boys, Bennett and Razor, had turned from rowdy pranksters to mature young adults (at least when you were around). Even Fischl, who was once lacking in the reality department, was so much more attentive to you and your needs.

The teenagers were, in fact, so obsessed with the fact you were bringing a new baby into Mondstadt that Kaeya felt comfortable leaving you in their care when you stopped going to work. He even had Lisa make them matching shirts that said ‘Y/N’s Protection Squad’ on them.

At first, it was a delight to have them around. They kept you company and anything you needed, they were there to help with. But soon it became bothersome.

“I can walk down the stairs fine, boys,” You said, laughing awkwardly as the teenagers held onto either of your arms. Where you were in your pregnancy, you didn’t need assistance down the stairs. Maybe when you were farther along but not now.

“We just don’t want you to fall Mrs. Alberich,” Bennett said politely. “Captain Kaeya said to help you with everything!”

“Did he now?” You said through gritted teeth. “Are you guys hungry? Why don’t you run along and grab us a table.”

Finally, Razor and Bennett let go of your arms to race down the stairs and towards The Good Hunter. You sighed in relief and took your time down the steps, relishing in the quick moment of freedom before you reached the table where the boys sat.

“Is this a good table? We can find another one if-”

“It’s fine,” You cut Bennett off and sat down yourself. As you were looking over the menu, Bennett spoke up again.

“Sorry if we’re being annoying,” He said, his head down, “We’re just excited to have a little brother or sister.”

Razor nodded in agreement, “Lupical...baby.”

Your heart melted at their words and you sighed deeply. While their help was unnecessary and sometimes annoying, it was nice to know that these kids would do anything to keep you safe.

“It’s alright,” You finally said, smiling, “Now, what do you want to eat?”

childe

“So, you know how you said you were bored when I was away during the day?”

Childe’s voice startled you and you almost choked on the soup you were eating before regaining your composure. You swiveled to the side to see Childe with his hands behind his back, holding onto something.

You raised your eyebrows, “Yeah?”

Your boyfriend pushed something around his waist and you were now staring at Qiqi. The little girl looked at you with wide, blank eyes. “Hello,” She said flatly.

“Did you steal her?” You asked Childe in a hushed whisper.

Childe laughed, “Of course not. I was talking to Baizhu about your problem and he suggested Qiqi to keep you company!”

You blinked slowly. Qiqi continued to stare at you. “Um, are you hungry?”

Qiqi nodded and without a word, hoisted herself onto the seat next to you. She picked up a spare pair of chopsticks and grabbed a dumpling off your plate, shoving it into her mouth.

When you turned around to face Childe again, he was already heading back down the harbor. Sighing, you turned back to Qiqi. She was still chewing on her dumpling and kicking her feet back and forth.

“So, what do you want to do?” You asked her. Spending time with Qiqi felt like babysitting more than anything but if Childe insisted that she would cure your utter boredom, then you trusted him.

“Qiqi wants to…” The little girl stopped for a moment and put her hand on her chin to think. Then she looked at you with gleaming eyes, “Qiqi wants to meet the baby!”

You smiled, “Oh, Qiqi, the baby isn’t here yet.”

She cocked her head in confusion, “But Childe said Y/N had a baby.”

“My baby is here.” You pointed to your small baby bump and Qiqi stared at it for a moment. Her hand reached out and she touched your rounded stomach gently. “You’ll be able to meet them soon.”

Qiqi pulled her head away and looked up at you with dazed eyes, “Meet who?”

zhongli

The teenagers of Liyue were somehow more excited for your pregnancy than you were. Xiangling was constantly making specialty dishes that were packed with vitamins and healthy ingredients, Xinqiu was making a collection of children’s books to give to you, and Chongyun cleansed your house weekly of bad omen.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that you had grown attached to them.

“Can I adopt them?” You asked Zhongli one night after a day out with the teenagers.

Zhongli peered at you from the kitchen table, “The children? Unfortunately, no.”

You frowned and sat down across from him, a hot cup of tea in my hands. “Why not? I think they deserve to have a little sibling, don’t you?”

Your husband chuckled softly at you, “Darling, they have parents of their own. We can’t steal them away from their biological family.”

You knew he was right. Your pregnancy brain was just making you emotional and sensitive. You pouted and stirred your tea, “They’re the best, Zhongli.”

“I’m sure they are.” Zhongli smiled fondly at your appreciation towards the teenagers. He felt remorse for not being able to be there with you during the day but was glad you had company. He was also glad that you felt secure in the presence of them. “Besides, I’m sure they’ll look at our little one as their younger sibling nonetheless.”

You perked up, “You’re right! And that means we’ll have extra hands to help with them, too!”

Zhongli nodded in agreement. An idea formed in your mind and when Zhongli headed to bed that night, you stayed up to create it.

The next day, the teenagers rang the doorbell of your apartment to get you. Zhongli kissed you goodbye and you left, excitmenting running through your veins. You took the children to the harbor before reaching into your bag.

“I can’t explain how grateful I am for all three of you,” You told them, feeling nothing but pure love cloud your brain, “So I wanted to thank you with this!” You handed each of the teenagers a similar bracelet. It was made from pieces of different crystals and rocks strewn together with a string. “When my baby gets old enough, they’ll know that their big siblings are the ones with the special bracelets.”

Xiangling was the first to run forward and hug you, “I can’t wait!”

The boys joined in quickly after, “We’ll be by your side until then.”

1164 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 03:40:03 GMT

genshin boys holding/massaging your boobs

this is dedicated to my anons (you know who you are)

before reading: boobs (childe, kaeya, venti + albedo)

childe

childe loved every part of you from your head to your feet

he adored your hair and could run his hands through it all day if you’d let him, and he loved tracing the muscles in your thighs or along your back

he especially loved the more intimate parts of you, specifically your breasts

he loved flicking his thumbs over your nipples and hearing the sounds you let out and squeezing his fingers around your boobs

in short, childe worshipped your body and made sure you knew it no matter what (even in a non-sexual way)

one day, you had woken up with your period after childe had already left and when he came home, he found you sprawled on your bed groaning

he immediately came to your side and you rolled over, allowing him to sneak behind you and snake his arms around your waist

you had a routine when you were cramping or achy on your period and childe was happy to help

Childe’s hands started on your stomach. His slender fingers massaged soft circles around your pelvis and he talked to you about his day to try and distract you. His fingers traveled upwards and soon his hands had slipped under your shirt fully and were groping your breasts gently.

Being sore, the motion felt delightful. It was like Childe was easing out any knots or tension your period was causing. You signed in relief and pushed your back against your boyfriend.

The act wasn’t sexual in the slightest and both of you knew that. Childe was just being a good boyfriend and alleviating your pain for you and showing you how much he really loved you. His hands cupped underneath your boobs and he lifted upwards, the heaviness on your chest disappearing.

Your eyes fluttered closed on their own and when Childe realized you had fallen asleep, he finally removed his hands. He pressed a kiss to your lips and kept his arms around you, ready to give you another massage if you needed one when you woke up.

kaeya

firm believer that all boobs are good boobs

whether your chest was big or small or somewhere in the middle, kaeya appreciated them and loved on them daily

as soon as you two crossed the intimate line in your relationship, kaeya’s hands were always around your breasts

he would come up behind you while you were cooking and wrap his arms your your chest so his hands coincidentally landed on your boobs or you would wake up in the morning to his hands fully around your breasts in his sleep

You accompanied Kaeya on a weekend commission to Liyue and was delighted when he snuck you away from your hotel one night to an empty hot spring that was hidden beyond the mountains. You both wasted no time in stripping down to nothing and sliding into the warm water.

Your eyes were closed in relaxation and you were leaning your head backwards against the rocks when Kaeya’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. His chest pressed against your back.

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

“I just can’t resist you,” Kaeya said. He rested his chin on your shoulder and his hands brushed your breasts. His hands were warm from the water and they felt good on your boobs, easing any tension or stress from the travel that day.

“I’m not really in the mood,” You told him. You felt Kaeya shrug and continue to squeeze and grope your boobs. Soon, his movements stopped and he simply held the flesh in his hands, his fingers wrapping around them.

“Neither am I - just wanna hold them.”

albedo

this goes without saying, albedo loved to learn about anatomy

until he met you, sucrose was his model when it came to learning about female anatomy and once you came along, she couldn’t thank you enough for taking her place on the pedestal

once you two become intimate, expect albedo to spend hours tracing your body shape and touching you all over the place

sex with albedo often ended with him overanalyzing your body and its sudden reaction to his touch

You pulled off Albedo and flopped down beside him, panting. You wiped sweat from your forehead and stared at the ceiling until you felt a pair of eyes looking at you. You turned your head to see Albedo staring at you.

“What?” You asked, a satisfied grin on your lips.

Albedo’s eyes traveled from your face down to your chest. An intriguing look was on his face, “Your nipples are still hard.”

You glanced down and he was right. Your nipples were still perky and hard even after you had orgasmed and were no longer horny. You shrugged your shoulders, “Weird.”

Without warming, Albedo’s hand reached out to touch a nipple. You made a noise of surprise but didn’t push him away. His fingers spread over your boob and squeezed down onto it softly.

“What are you doing?”

Albedo didn’t answer you at first. His fingers were prodding at the fleshy mound and you furrowed your eyebrows. “It feels the same as before we had intercourse,” Albedo said mainly to himself, “Warmer, though.”

You blushed and turned your head away from Albedo. You didn’t hate the feeling of him hold your boob but did he have to make it so scientific?

venti

he’s just as cheeky as kaeya sometimes

venti was attracted to your eyes first but if you asked him, he would say it was your breasts just to make you blush

it was actually you who asked venti if he would occasionally play with or hold your breasts

his fingers were slender and calloused from playing the lyre so you loved when you laid together at night and they wrapped around your breasts in comfort

Like now, you two were sprawled out under the tree in Windrise in the middle of the night. You were sitting between Venti’s legs, facing him and undoing his braids, while his hands roamed your chest. He massaged your breasts absentmindedly, his fingers flicking over your nipples but not enough to stimulate you.

Your conversation was aimless and if anyone walked by, they would think you two were absolutely mad.

“Are you stressed?” Venti asks, his fingers rubbing out any kinks in your boobs. “You feel tense.”

“A little,” You admit, “But you’re helping.”

Venti grinned and continued his actions before you were satisfied. To you, Venti massaging your breasts felt like a good back massage to others. When he was done, Venti helped you turn around so you could lay against his lap and chest. His hands rested around your boobs, giving you warmth in the brisk air.

1219 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 06:38:08 GMT

you get scared/have a fear

ft. diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli

at this point this blog is just husband (??) scenarios

diluc

after dating diluc for a while, he invites you to move into the winery with him

the winery is a beautiful building but it’s big and lonely, especially when diluc is at the tavern and the maids have already left for the night

the sky had been dark all day and as soon as the house was enveloped in darkness, it started to storm

you had always been afraid of thunder and lightning so as soon as you heard the rain, you made your way into the middle of diluc’s bed

You clutched the blankets until your knuckles turned white, tugging the sheets over your chin. You shakily exhale and try to distract yourself with a happy memory from that week.

Kaeya surprised everyone with a few bottles of wine on Friday to celebrate getting through another week of hard work. Jean wasn’t happy about this but free alcohol was free-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud clap of thunder. You shrunk down into the mattress, closing your eyes and cowering. You didn’t even hear Diluc come into the bedroom and sit beside your form.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek which made you jump out of your skin before opening your eyes and realizing it was just your boyfriend.

“Sorry I didn’t get here before the storm started,” He said softly, “Are you alright?”

You pulled Diluc down beside you and hid your face in the crook of his neck, “I am now.”

kaeya

he teased you for being a skittish person

in fact, he tried to scare you all the time by coming up behind you or fueling your over-dramatic anxiety about hilichurls

but he knew when you were actually scared about something and knew how to be serious in that situation

when you’re fear overcame you, kaeya was there to bring you back

Your nightmare was horrible. Something was dragging you down to the bottom of an abyss and when you tried to inhale, your senses were filled with scorching hot liquid that burned a seething pain. In a fit of gasps, you exploded from your dream. Your heart was beating out your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Kaeya was awake beside you in moments. Your stirring woke him up and once he heard your agonized breath, he was all ears. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and helps you calm down.

“Bad dream.”

You relay the events of your nightmare to Kaeya and it brings tears to your eyes. You know it didn’t actually happen but it just felt so real. Kaeya reaches up and brushes away your tears, pressing his lips to your shoulder, “Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I'm here. You’re safe with me.”

childe

mark my words, childe would never lay a hand on you

he might be a “bad guy” but he would never stoop that low

but even with knowing this, you still got anxious when you two argued purely because of childe’s temper and overdramatic movements

you couldn’t help but flinch anytime he waves his hands too close to your face or clenches his fists in frustration

“You’re an asshole!” You yell, crossing your arms with force. “I can’t believe I wasted so much time with you!”

“Don’t act all innocent,” Childe snarls as he steps towards you. “I should have known you were just an annoying little thing who was just with me for my money.”

“God, as if I would-” before you get a chance to finish your remark, Childe is raising his hand and you’re visibly wincing. The room falls into a thick silence and when you don’t feel an impact, you look up.

Childe is staring at you in horror. His eyes were filled with confusion and panic. “You...I wasn’t...” Your heart shatters and your anger dissipates, “I would never hit you.”

You wrap your arms around Childe’s chest. Any argument that was just happening was out the window. “I just got a little scared,” You mumbled, “It’s okay. I know you would never hurt me.”

zhongli

you weren’t scared of many things and you prided yourself on that

zhongli admired you for being so strong but often told you it was okay to let your guard down

your biggest fear, if you had to name one, would be tight, closed-in spaces but you never felt the need to tell your archon boyfriend this

When the elevator at the Wangshu Inn gets stuck, Zhongli finds it amusing. You, on the other hand, begin to panic. You hated the elevator as it was but could tolerate the short ride upwards.

“They’ll fix it quickly,” Zhongli assured you. His voice was calm and collected and you nodded, trying to play off the irrational panic creeping up your throat.

You felt like the walls of the elevator were closing in on you. Your breathing was becoming jerky and uneven and Zhongli peered at you with concern. He took your hand gently in his and started to piece together the puzzle.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” He said quietly.

“I can't breathe,” You gasped out. Zhongli forced you to look at him and he held your face softly until the elevator finally started moving again. The doors opened at the top of the inn and Zhongli helped you off it. By now, you were starting to calm down.

Next time, he walked up the stairs with you.

1597 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 06:33:32 GMT

dating you as a bet

diluc would fall head over heels in love with you, even though it was supposed to just be a bet. he couldn't stop himself - you were just so wonderful and amazing and spending so much time with you made him realize that.

childe would feel genuinely bad about everything. he thought it would be funny to date you as a bet but soon realized that it was cruel. he broke it off as soon as he could and full prepared himself to be punched in the face.

kaeya would laugh. it was his idea to date you for a bet, it was just his friends that dared him to do it. you would feel humiliated and kaeya would just smirk and lean on his hands and say “did you really think i would date you?”

venti would date you for a day and then break it off. he would feel bad but not too bad, hoping he could just play it off as an experiment. you would be hurt but probably forgive him someway or another.

gorou and kazuha would make a different kind of bet - who can date you first? and they would shower you with gifts, compliments and praises only for you to figure out what was going on and reject both of them.

itto would get confused and tell you outright “hey im supposed to date you so i can win some mora” and since you’re a nice person, you would indulge him. but only under the pretense he buys you something with his winnings.

thoma is way too nice to participate in something like this. in fact, he would go ahead and tell you ahead of time what his shitty friends were planning so you could be prepared to reject them all. (then he would buy you dango)

zhongli wouldn’t participate in something like this. neither would xiao or albedo.

format inspired by @chichikoi <3

1958 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 03:57:51 GMT

getting caught/walked in on

ft. diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli for all u thirsty bitches /j if u sent in a request don't worry i just thought of this and wanted to write it before i got uninspired 〆(・∀・)

before reading: kinda suggestive (so under cut), childe’s is like kinda kinda suggestive lmfao

diluc

he would be a very cautious lover for this reason alone

he would hold your hand, hug you, perhaps place a kiss on your lips but that was it when it came to pda

so when he closes the tavern finally and makes sure no one is inside still, he doesn’t hesitate to lift you up onto the bar

You pressed your lips against Diluc’s, initiating a hungry kiss. You had been needy all day but couldn’t act on your desires until that night. “Finally,” You muttered in between kisses.

Diluc’s hands ran up underneath your shirt, moving his lips down to your jawline. His hands roamed your chest, earning a small groan from you.

“Master Diluc! I forgot-” Amber’s sudden voice broke you two apart quickly. Diluc nearly pushed you away from him. “I’m so sorry!”

Before you or Diluc could say anything, Amber had run out of the tavern. Diluc’s face was as red as his hair and you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

The mood was ruined.

kaeya

you two had gotten caught multiple times

it all because of kaeya (of course)

his favorite activity was to mess around in public with you and as much as you protested, you secretly liked it too

unlike diluc, kaeya doesn’t get embarrassed about getting caught because it’s just another way to show you off

When there was a loud bang in the hallway, Jean was the one to get up from the table in her office to go check it out. Knowing it was probably Klee, you continued with planning the Ludi Harpastum festival. “...so we’ll make the vendor application due on the ninth.”

Kaeya’s hand was stagnant on your thigh for most of the meeting but when Jean stepped outside, it began to travel up.

Sighing, you put down your pen and turned your body slightly to look at your boyfriend. “What are you doing?”

“Just admiring you,” He grinned. His hand left your thigh to cup your face gently. You knew what he wanted and since Jean wasn’t around, you decided to close the gap. One kiss couldn’t hurt.

Except one kiss turned into multiple kisses and Kaeya’s tongue slipped into your mouth. His lips pressed against yours roughly and your hands tangled in his hair.

“Um...”

You snapped away when you heard Jean’s voice, your face burning up already. Kaeya only sat back in his chair, a smirk on his face.

childe

similar to kaeya, he’s a risk-taker when it comes to pda with you

unlike kaeya, he’s smarter at hiding it

childe would pull you into empty alleyways while kaeya would try to slip his fingers into you under a table

when you get hurt during a commission and have to stay at baizhu’s infirmary for a night, childe decides to have some fun

After an hour of trying to convince you to have sex in the empty infirmary Childe was caging your head in-between his arms as he thrusted into you ever-so-slowly. You were biting your lip to not make any noise and anytime Childe felt a moan crawling up his throat, he pressed his lips to yours.

“You feel so good,” Childe growled into your ear. He snapped his hips against yours suddenly and you couldn’t suppress the moan from your lips. He only chuckled darkly and did the same action. “Gonna make you forget you even got hurt this morning.”

“S...you...” You were close to your high and your mind was fogged over. Childe nipped at your neck and you breathed out another noise of pleasure.

“Qiqi heard noise. Are you hurt?”

You turned your head slowly to meet a pair of mundane, dead eyes and you shoved Childe off of you onto the floor. You ripped the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around yourself, escorting the little girl out of the infirmary quickly.

“Everything is fine!” You said quickly. “Why don’t you go find me some Glaze Lillies?”

You had never been so thankful for her short-term memory loss.

zhongli

you had never gotten caught with zhongli

he was so old-fashioned when it came to pda that you thought you never would get caught with him

the only logical reason to why you two would get caught was an unwanted guest with ginger hair walked in on you two

and that’s exactly what happened

Zhongli wrapped his arms around your waist while you washed dishes. You leaned into his touch and he pressed sweet kisses to the back of your neck.

You finished washing a plate and turned off the faucet, turning around in Zhongli’s arms and grasping his face gently. You closed the gap between you two and the delicate kiss you shared soon turned into a rough make-out session with Zhongli pressing himself between your legs.

“We’re finally alone,” His husky voice whispered, nipping at your earlobe. Your hands unbuttoned his shirt, the satin shirt falling to the floor of the kitchen.

Suddenly, the front door swung open and in walked Childe. He was soaking wet and was already rambling about something. “...And then it just started pouring rain! My element is useless in the rain-” He paused when he saw you and Zhongli, his mouth agape before turning into a mischievous smirk. “So this is what you do when I’m not around-”

His words were cut off by a rock pillar coming out of nowhere and knocking him across the room.

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tech-whale · 3 years ago

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Arrows Mark Chapter 3

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3rd POV

The group finally made it to the grand hall, after a scolding from Daichi. Entering the room the small group was hit with the most delicious scents of food, having travelled across the land for so long it had been a while since they really had any good food to eat.

“I am happy to see that you all found your way down here, I understand how confusing the castle can be at times.” The King said as he greeted them, beckoning them to join him at the long table within the room. Sitting beside the King was a beautiful woman with long black hair, that one could only assume to be his lovely wife the Queen. Sitting across from her was the Court Mage, who was introduced as Kenma.

Taking their seats at the table, (Insert Name) sat beside the Queen with Daichi on her other side. Across from her was Akaashi who was seated in between Kenma and Tendou. Once the food was placed in front of them Tendou went to dig into his food, but his hand was simply slapped down as he made sure that each of his friends waited to eat after the King started eating.

“This food is really good, your highness, what exactly is it?” Tendou questioned, as he continued to stuff his mouth with food. Daichi and Akaashi gaped at Tendou, appalled at his behaviour.

“That is a tomato and garlic soup, paired with turkey and roasted peppers.” The King answered, chuckling at Daichi and Akaashis attempts to get Tendou to behave with proper table manners.

“Yes, I have to agree this is quite a good dish. I am happy that we are able to share it with such kind people.” The Queen spoke, as she kindly smiled at the four adventurers who looked out of place in the glorious hall.

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Kenma POV

Kenma fidgeted in his seat, he sat in awkward silence as the other people at the table engaged in conversation and jokes. Quickly finishing off dessert when it came, Kenma excused himself from the table to the gardens of the castle.

Usually the gardens were a place that could calm his nerves quickly and easily, but at the moment it was only a cause for more anxiety. The farther Kenma walked through the gardens the more he got lost in his thoughts and the more he thought about the adventure the more he thought about all the horrible things that could go wrong.

His train of thought was cut off as he walked into the edge of the fountain, and almost fell in. Deciding That it would be best not to continue walking, for sake of avoiding another accident, Kenma sat on one of the many carved stone benches within the centre of the maze-like garden.

Looking around the gazebo-esque area he was in, Kenma noted how the vines grew a little longer on the posts of the gazebo, and how the many beds of flowers seemed to be a little more colourful than the years before. It was as if the plants could sense the hope building in the Kingdom at the entrance of the adventurers.

Kenma felt the pit in his stomach grow at the thought of leaving the palace, he had grown up in a place he never saw any reason to leave. He had all the ingredients for spells, potions, and enchantments in the castle and if they weren't in the castle they could be brought there.And on top of all that he had never been in a combat situation before now, let alone a confrontational one.

As Kenma was spiralling further into his own worries, he suddenly felt someone shake him out of his stupor, lifting his head up and he was greeted with a smile.

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sophiexteresa · 4 years ago

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Thomas Sanders Instagram Q&A Transcript

From @thatsthat24’s Instagram story, 25/8/2020. Questions in bold. Text added to the story in (parenthesis/brackets), and descriptive info in *italics*. I tried uploading the video(s) too, but Tumblr is having issues, so here’s the transcript only!

Thomas: I had some time this evening so I figured, hey, why not? Another lil’ Q an’ A, so if you want to ask a question *posh French voice* be my guest!

When approximately will the next sanders sides be out? Very good question! Uh, we are aiming this for a late September release, that’s what we’re all working towards.

Favourite musical you have been in or just favourite musical in general? This is really tough, I can’t decide. I’m between Rent where I was in the ensemble, Peter Pan where I played Slightly Soiled, which was just one of the lost boyos — boyos? Boys — and, uh, Into The Woods where I played Cinderella’s prince and that’s where Roman’s first costume came from.

Are you ever gonna due your hair purple again? I loved it! Yes! I miss the purple hair too.

Do you love me? *laughing* Yes of course! I do love me.

What would each of the sides’ reaction be to seeing the Grand Canyon? *speaking very quickly* Roman would be revelling that we made the journey, Patton would be marvelling at the memories being made, Logan would be telling you to look at these fascinating signs for important information, Virgil would be telling you to ‘get back from those cliffs!’, Janus would be telling you to take pictures to make it look like you’re next to the cliff, ‘for clout’, and Remus would be like *Remus voice* ‘you could push somebody and get away with it’.

Also when will we get more Picani, I miss him? You and me both, Bri, and honestly with the amount of amazing cartoons that have come out recently *sighs while smiling* yeah, I am a-hankering (?) to get back to Emile!

How have you been doing, like really? Mental health is important as you teach us: I feel like everybody’s kinda struggling with mental health right now, especially people in the USA with COVID. Uhm *clears throat* for me I continuously struggle with the balance between work and leisure time, um, social media makes that difficult, blurs the lines, and I’m working on it.

Do you have any tattoos? Umm, I don’t, uh, I struggle with the permanence of tattoos. And like do I, can I, make a decision that I like? But! There are tattoos that I might like. Where I’d put them, I have no idea, umm, but I think like, maybe like, little stars!

What rank of “Gay” are you? Big gay? What rank? *speechless pause* uh... General. You know? I wanna do my duty. Come back a hero. An all-American Queero *gets an idea* *roughly quoting Hamilton* Queer comes the General!

Can you please make Logan day something Patton would say? *Logan’s voice* Something Patton would say? Umm... please, I request more baked goods from the kitchen so that I can fill Thomas’s body with more trans-fats at 3 am. I don’t know, I don’t like this game.

Have you ever dated a girl? *awkward silence* I have. It was pretty uneventful.

Do you miss your friends? *laughs* Oh... *face crumples as if he’s about to cry*

What are you voice acting in or are you now allowed to say? Not until tomorrow.

When did you know you were gay? I think I answered this one on the last Q&A, but it was early. I was like, 9 or 10 at least.

When will we see Gavin? Gavin has started school! He’s back in his hometown, so I don’t know when I’m gonna see him. He’s still getting taller — I can actually include a picture of him that his mom sent me after he got a new little hairdo *insert photo of an awesome Gavin here*

Do you miss vine? For like, sentimental reasons, yes. Uh, I mean, technically it had its issues and I don’t miss being restricted to 6 seconds anymore *laughs*

What has been your favourite part of the day? My favourite part of today was actually... I came up with this last minute short video, and I got it done and I sent it to some friends and they really liked it. I have to save it until Thursday thought, but it’s just nice to come up with stuff that makes your friends laugh.

Janus acting like Remus? *Remus’ voice* Remus here! Looks like the Dukey just dropped in! *Remus’ laugh* *Takes a breath and snaps into Janus’ character* I spend a lot of time with him so I’ve had a lot of practise.

Why do I feel like we’re gonna have another angsty Virgil moment? When is Virgil not being angsty...?

Please can you say trans rights? Uh, heck yah trans rights! I, uh, this one was very simple but I wanted to say it!

Do you think Virgil would be into anime? Actually, if you remember from, uh, Accepting Anxiety, uh, part 2, there’s actually a Death Note poster in his room, so he definitely likes some anime.

Hi! Can you say hola to the Hispanic fanders in el vecindario fander? Please? We love you! Oh my gosh, *a very naturally american pronunciation* hola! that’s very kind of you guys. I appreciate all of the support you guys give, and I love all of you guys.

STORYTIME! I love you: *upbeat voice* Storytime! I love you back.

How gay are you? Like, 15 gay! I rank General!

How did you end up meeting and babysitting Gavin? Gavin is actually Leo’s nephew, so he would come up here, uh, during the holidays or during the summer, and alternate being baby-sat between me and Leo’s mom - his grandma.

What was the inspo for Janus’ outfit? Ooh, that’s a really good question, uh... Joan had a vision in their mind for almost kind of like this early 20th century or late 19th century kinda Jack the Ripper vibe.

Any advice for gaybies to fit in with society? Don’t apologise for being yourself. If people have an issue, that’s their issue that they have to work through. Do not apologise for being yourself.

What type of gay are you? (Math gay, plant gay, caffine gay, etc): Wait, there’s such thing as a math gay? I am absolutely that, and I feel like I’m just gonna be naming traits about myself but I’m a trivia gay, a driving gay, apparently a math gay, a Disney gay *laughs* and a theatre gay.

Not a question but I’m glad to be alive at the same time as someone as great as you: Dude, this stuff is really sweet. *laughs* That’s really sweet, umm, trust me, I feel the same way about all of you. Honestly.

Why don’t you own a doggo yet? I... went to Petsmart today - I didn’t get an animal, but like... I’m thinking about it and this question is like... hmmm...

I’ve run out of cartoons to watch, any recommendations? Owl house! Owl house, owl house. I just tried it, and I immediately got hooked. Infinity train’s also a really good one, duck tales is amazing, and I’m getting ready to start Tangled: the animated series, so *shrugs*.

What is Patton’s opinion on rats? *adorable Patton voice, slowly zooming in on his face* They are tiny little squishy precious babies!!!

How do I ask people for their pronouns? I don’t know, I mean, I don’t think it’s like a big deal? I hope we could get to the point where we could just be like ‘what are your pronouns?’ and then they would tell you, and then you’d just, you know, carry on the rest of your conversation.

A circle has no bounds and it’s the same with your beauty: This is really precious, and it of course came from Nash (?) who is a poet, he published a lot of wonderful, wonderful poems on twitter, they are are amazing, and you are once again far too sweet, Nash.

Dream role? This is a pretty broad question, so maybe dream theatrical role would be Sweeny Todd, dream movie role would be anything in the marvel universe, uh, really just give me anything in any voice acting role, *smiling mischievously* egg rolls are also really good.

Can Remus please say ‘I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand’? *Remus voice* I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand! (love that vine)

Are there still plans for the Roman series? *nods* Oh, yeah, yeah, it was definitely hindered by COVID, uh, as was this Sanders Asides episode that’s coming up, which is why it’s taking longer in the editing stage, it is our, uh... strategy, for circumventing the obstacle, and we hope you like it.

Are we still getting an August playlist? Uh, heck yah you are! But honestly, actually, if you guys have any suggestions I should include in the playlist, lemme know! I’d be happy to get some suggestions - but yes. You will be definitely getting one.

May I please see your feet? *confused, slightly disgusted expression* *begins to move the camera away from his face* *holds up a tape measure, extended to 1 foot long* *grins*

Any shows on Netflix to recommend? Umbrella Academy is really good, Dragon Prince, uh, She-Ra, of course, umm The Hollow (?) is really cool, there’s a documentary about video games called High Score, that was really fun.

Roman, who would you say the gayest side is? *Roman’s voice* Oh, we’re all equally gay, okay? *chuckles* it’s a sexuality, not a personality trait. *takes a breath and speaks quickly* I’m just kidding it’s *sings* meeeeee!

If you were not a YouTuber, what would you see yourself doing and why? Uh, maybe putting my chemical engineering degree to some use. *laughs awkwardly* Uh, I went to school for 5 years for that one.

Like you literally make me so flipping happy: I’m glad! I don’t know what I’m doing to do that, but the feeling is absolutely mutual.

Can we have Virgil saying “Falsehood”? *hair already over one eye, in Virgil’s voice* Uh, c’mon, okay, sure. *very quietly and unenthusiastically* falsehood. Is that good? Is that? I don’t know, I don’t wanna steal his bit.

Which Sanders Side do you feel you embody most? Ah, I would probably say it’s either Patton or Roman because Patton can be definitely me, all the time, just really enthusiastic about things and finding things cute, but Roman... Roman’s sensitivity, oh. That’s me.

What was the first job you had? I actually worked as a page in a library! A- pages basically just kinda like, shelve books, check books out; it’s one of the chillest jobs I’ve ever had, one of my favourites, and my dad always had a lovely dad joke for it: ‘you’re working as a page, when do you get promoted to a book?’

How tall are you? I usually say 5ft 10, but I think I’m trying to be a little more realistic with myself. And I’m probably 5ft 9 and a half. *zooms in on his face, staring into the camera* I’m holding onto that half a foot for all dear life.

DROP THE SKIN ROUTINE PLEASE! This is very sweet, uh, I, *laughs nervously*, uh, I use Curology? They’re very nice. Umm, just... different kinds of lotion, I guess. (I suppose I should write down what I do lol)

Can we get a FALSEHOOD? *is standing* *clears throat* *points upwards from his eyeline* FALSEHOOD!

Do you have a boyfriend if not are you planning on dating soon? I do not, uh, dating is kinda difficult right now midst COVID, you know, kinda tough... love... in the time of Corona... umm, but, you know, option’s open.

When was your first kiss? I’m sure I’ve answered this somewhere, it was in high school, I might have been 15 or 16. It was with a girl. *Shakes head* And all I can remember is hitting teeth. A lot.

Can we get a super super vague hint about the new Asides episode? Alright, I’m getting ready to end the Q&A, so this, you know, if you’ve made it so far you deserve this super vague answer, umm... it includes a side that was not in the last episode. (This isn’t much, I apologise lol)

Thomas: And that is it for this evening! Thank you so much, you guys, for watching. I know some of you are still over in Europe watching and it’s like 4 in the morning, and I need to go to bed so thank you all so much for your questions - I gotta do this more often ‘cause I really enjoy it. Love you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Peace out!

#edit: if you want to see the video(s) then please feel free to ask and i’ll try to send it to you! thanks so much #WOAH #This took me literaly hours to write up #probably 5 or so hours #i've been at it all day #anyhow tags!#thomas sanders #sanders sides #tss #tssides #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #ts #if there's any corrections i need to make please tell me since i'm too tired to re-read

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The Wardens: A New Wind Blows

Notes: Please note that this fanfic is entirely self-indulgent and warps a bit of the plotting/history. I thought it'd be fun to do a reincarnation insert, but also add rules to it to make it more difficult for the protagonist to be successful in saving canon characters. I've also added lore about the Wardens and griffins, because why not. Might not make sense (though I am trying to be as canonical as I can), but it's fun to write!

Rating: M + Mature themes, language, and violence

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Cold. Everything was so blasted cold.

Shuddering, Tabitha rolled over and opened her eyes, enough light in front of her for her breath to stream through the air. It had been early summer, why was it cold as balls here? Groaning, she sat up and rubbed the back of her head. Wherever she'd been laid down, it was lumpy, hard, and uncomfortable. Her bare palm scrabbled against stone and confusion ripped through her. Fire. There had been a fire in her home and Balerion had woken her up.

"Balerion?" she called, her hoarse voice echoing through the cave. None of this made sense. One moment she had been passing out from suffocating on smoke and now she was in some icy cave? Maybe this was hell. That's what she got for her years of service, somehow avowing that killing for her country was somehow not murder. God seemed to think not and thus this was his version of purgatory or hell. Who would've thought that hell was frosty? Grumbling, she clambered to her feet and glanced around, uncertain which direction was deeper into the cave and which was out. Either way, she needed to get moving because she was going to freeze her tits off at this rate.

Trailing into the abyss, she continued along the only path set before her, curious if some demon or spectre would greet her in the afterlife. Would they tell her she was an idiot for not taking the offer of money? Or that somehow that condo company had a hand in her death?

There was a light up ahead, brightening the shadows that she was having difficulty glaring through. Did all cats go to heaven and she was damned? At least death hadn't been that painful, just like going to sleep before the tidal waves of fire consumed them. Out of all the things that Tabitha could be thinking, she thought about how crappy it was that this fire had to happen right before the trip of a lifetime she'd been waiting for. Iceland had been the most anticipated trip, even bigger than Denali. So much for celebrating her big 3-0 in the fjords and ice. Now she'd rot in the ground at eternally 29.

The mouth widened in front of her and a chill breeze swept right through her, making her shudder, as she drew her arms closer. Shafts of grey light filtered in through slats in the stone, the cavern dome-shaped and wide open. Dried grass and leaf litter was scattered against the ground, almost in the shape of nests, but they were long abandoned. In front of her, she thought she saw a fleeting bit of moment, a dark shadow slinking along the perimeter of the room, but doubted herself. It wasn't until the pool of darkness flew across, pouncing on her, that her heart leapt up into her throat and her body collided back with the hard stone flooring. Gasping, trying to flounder for air that had been driven from her lungs, she was eye to eye was a behemoth creature.

Brilliant fiery orange eyes blinked at her, set into a raptor's face, only the head of the bird was larger than her own. Obsidian feathers encircled its face, a wickedly sharp beak preening close to her face, a set of long tufted ears twitching. Undoubtedly a demon of hell, Tabitha was convinced, wondering if she'd screwed up her descent into the layers or if she should have tried running. She need only wait for it to disembowl her to begin her eternal torture in this frigid wasteland, but it was acting strangely. Tilting its head to the side before a soft murmur, almost like a huffing trill-similar to that of a cat caught between a purr and meow-blew her hair back. No, she knew those eyes. She hadn't thought of them like fire before, but more like pumpkins.

"Balerion?" she whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would enrage the creature.

The raptor pushed its face into hers, nuzzling the shiny ink black beak into her cheek, before clambering off to allow her to sit up. Tabitha was startled by what she saw, her cat's feline form condensed to only the frame of which he now possessed, his bottle brush tail sweeping behind him, a thick mane of feathers and fur clustered around his neck and throat, akin to a lion. But his front paws were talons, sharper than knives, fashioned for killing. Yet, the griffin's mannerisms bespoke of her soul mate.

"What the fuck is going on?" she managed, pushing herself to her feet to trot toward him, burying her fingers in the warmth of his feathers. Damn, it was cold here and Balerion was radiating heat. "Man, we're definitely not in Kansas anymore, are we bud? You're... huge." Trying to fathom how it was possible her house cat had turned into a griffin, Tabitha continued to puzzle as she kept close to him.

Another trill of agreement before the feline pulled away, ear tufts twitching, before he let out a low growl, beak parting in fury. Suddenly, she was thrust behind him, barely able to glance over the broad set of wings he was unfurling to challenge the person approaching them. However, the initial reaction simmered down, the heat dialed back as a voice spoke in a soothing language that she did not comprehend.

"Please. Warden. Come out," the voice was youthful, childish, but within the timbre of the tone there was a great weight, almost as if there was a deep ancient wisdom contained within. A shiver lanced down her spine as she stepped out, pressing her palm against Balerion's muzz-er-beak to quell him. Despite the young voice, the small being in front of her was not inherently child-looking aside from the short stature. Just as she'd been startled with the griffin, the nut-brown skin dappled with spots like a baby deer caught her off guard. Its ears were also reminiscent of a doe, large and prominent as their slitted eyes.

He wore a cloak of leaves, his dark hair intertwined with vines and lichen.

"What... are you?" Part of her recalled the descriptors deep down, but it seemed too farfetched just along with the rest of this queer world.

"The humans call us the Children of the Forest. We call ourselves those who sing the song of the earth in our True Tongue," he answered cryptically, confirming what her heart had suspected. The revelation stole her breath away, the shock of falling into the depths of a book she'd had on her nightstand the evening of her death bone chilling. "I am called Fang."

"How are we here? This should be impossible," Tabitha muttered, convinced this was a coma dream. Still, it felt so real. Maybe they had survived the fire and her dying brain had concocted this dream state to float in while she healed. Whatever it was, being dropped into the realm of A Song of Ice and Fire without any blood ties to nobility was real shitty.

"I didn't think that another of your kind would awaken. I've stayed here a long time, protecting the Roost . The last of its kind after men hunted the griffins to extinction," Fang explained, gesturing to the nests, in which Tabitha could see were more figures. However, upon scrutiny she realized that they were stone, trapped eternally in their slumber. "But it was told that for every griffin here, there is one Warden, another half to their soul, waiting to rejoin them in this life."

"Excuse me for not being aware of what my sacred, foretold destiny is, but can you enlighten me? What exactly is a warden?"

Fang was more than keen to oblige, the years of solitude in this cold cavern grating on him. "Wardens are keepers of knowledge. Wargs in their own right. Warriors and guides during times of extreme strife."

"Never heard of them," Tabitha remarked, racking her brain for any lore on Wardens, but had never recalled seeing them in the books. Maybe they hadn't been recorded for a reason, a loophole that could change the tide of what had been written, never quite taking on a form themselves since they weren't nobles or remarkable characters aside from trying to subvert plotlines they knew were going to happen. Griffin-wielding-wargs. That's what she was now. "Then... Are we north of the Wall?" Where else would a Child of the Forest be? Unless this was well before when the books she'd known were set, this was the last frontier the Children had left.

"Yes, we are... You are familiar with Westeros' geography?"

"I am," Tabitha admitted grudgingly. "So, Fang, what's the plan? I mount up on Balerion and we fly off to try and change the world?" That was a fanciful way to put it and putting way too much hope in the fact that they wouldn't get shot right out of the sky while flying over the Wall.

"No," Fang shook his head. "You are not ready. You are not equipped for the journey. And unless you'd like to perish before your quest has even begun, you'd be wise not to just show up at any doorstep and hope for safe harbor, especially as a woman."

So Fang wasn't stupid. Tabitha's lips quirked up. "Then what do we do?"

This question would soon be answered, as Fang led them out of the cumbersome room that had wind ripping through it with icy, gnashing teeth. The cave went deeper, illuminated by strange blue lights contained within gnarled tree branches, more for her than it was for Fang, so that she might see where she placed her foot as they descended. Still, she wondered how any of this was real. How such a thing existed. Quietly, she amassed a collection of questions to ask Fang once they arrived at their destination.

The caverns grew warmer, the heat of a primordial hearth burning deep within the heart of the mountain. It took Tabitha a moment, staring at the grooves of the stone, the purposeful counter set in front of it, to realize that this was a forge. Fang paused, cocking his head and tilting his feline eyes back up toward her.

"This forge only lights when a Warden has awoken," he told her.

"When's the last time you saw it lit?" she asked.

"I have never, but before me, the time of dragons and conquerers came with the forge was bright and hot," Fang replied, skirting the room to place small hands on slate slabs that had been hewn into the wall, similar to a tomb.

"Lot a good a griffin must have been against dragons," Tabitha spoke her thought aloud, wondering how that would have sufficed. Balerion was large, perhaps even big enough to ride, but in comparison to the real Balerion? He was a pup, a mite without scales to protect him. Depending on when they were, dragons might fly again and be creatures that she'd have to be wary of. The thought of the flying reptilians made her shudder, Balerion pushing his head into her side as he noticed that she was disturbed.

"Griffins are fast," Fang countered, pushing the stone slab with a shocking amount of strength. "Faster than dragons perhaps. But they're not here to serve the same purpose. Balerion is here as a partner and an escort, not to raze cities or conquer empires."

"Good, I don't think that was on my bucket list," Tabitha quipped. "What year is it? Do you know?"

"If I've been keeping good enough record, 294 AC," the stone had been removed entirely and in its place was the hollowed out tomb filled with items.

294? That was a few years before the events of the first book. While she might not have been ready to embark on any crusade to change the ill fate of many characters, she realized now that she had time to figure out what the hell she was doing. "Well that's a relief. Would've sucked to show up after-" but the words didn't form, her tongue twisting in her mouth and becoming slow and dumb. She tried again, trying to explain the situation that would play out in a few years time, only to find that she could not speak it aloud at all.

Fang turned, his lips curving up in a smile. "Ah, so it is true," he commented, looking more his age than childish as he crossed his arms. "Legend says that for all the knowledge the Wardens might have, they cannot speak it to another."

Tabitha wanted to dash her brains against the stone. She knew all of this shit and she couldn't tell anyone? Couldn't write it down? Now this threw a bigger wrench in her plans. For if she came to a situation where she could save someone by simply saying 'hey look out for the Freys', she could not. "How am I supposed to do anything?" she hissed irritably.

"You'll know. Just as the forge beats with the life in your heart, you will know when it is time to make yourself known and to help change the tides of fate. Actions speak louder than words," Fang retorted, pulling out a thick, padded doublet that was within the stone storage. "Here, these should fit you. It is cold outside the forge and eventually, you will have to brave it."

Accepting the attire that had been stolen away for centuries, Tabitha was more than eager to put it on in place of her own thin clothing. Things could not be simple. She could not have the power over death in words, she would have to be clever, strong, resilient and work her way into politics without the cushion of a title or lands. Christ, that was going to be hard and even having Balerion beside her seemed more like a burden than a saving grace. No, she was thankful he was there, her dark star amidst the turmoil and confusion that was the world she'd suddenly been thrust into, but she felt daunted.

While Fang continued to rummage through the ancient artifacts of Wardens passed, she sat on a bench made of rock, hewn into the wall, and stared into the dancing flames of the hearth. Fire had taken her from her past life and now a new fire was ignited. Her fingertips swirled along her open palm, feeling the strange new mark that had found its way there, that hadn't been there. A swirl shaped like a griffin's head, rough around the edges, and akin to a burn--as if it had been branded into her skin. It did not hurt, but she wondered if this was her boon as a Warden.

To save Westeros. Obviously, the Night King would be the largest priority. Given that she was north of the Wall, she had to assume that her 'in' would be with the wildlings or the Night's Watch. Again, her head throbbed in worry, wondering how she'd manage to convince others that she was worthy of their time and not just a good lay, rape, or twat. She could not speak of what she knew, so she had to count on her actions and the cleverness of her tongue to aid those that she knew Westeros would be better with. Could she make it to Winterfell before Ned Stark left for King's Landing? Could she stop Bran from falling from the broken tower? Did she want to stop him? So many questions that had no answers and yet the fire danced madly in front of her, beckoning with flaming fingers, whispering into her ears.

"We shall guide you."

Through fire there had been rebirth. Not in the same manner as Dondarrian when he had a priest bless and revive him, but in another ancient method. Between worlds and veils. The fire had claimed the Warden and then spat her out into the arctic mountain that would suffice to become her home for the next few years as she gained her feet. A modern woman in a dark, twisted medieval fantasy. Not once had Tabitha yearned to be tossed amongst the pages she read with delight, because she knew that life was fickle, dangerous, and uncertain. No one was favored, even the main characters could die.

"Here," Fang interrupted her train of thoughts, breaking her line of sight with the fire that she had fallen into a trans with. He held up a scabbard before her, the sheathe a dark midnight blue, enameled with white gold detailing. Not too much, simple and clean, just enough that it wasn't utterly nondescript. The weight felt heavy on her lap, her fingers turning around the straps of the belt before she gripped the handle and pulled part of the blade out.

For a sword that had been collecting dust for more than a hundred years, it was honed and sharp. No, that was not right. There was a reason for that. Tabitha pulled it out entirely, the rippling waves in the folded steel catching the light of the fire and throwing refractions around the space like a mirror held to the sun. This was Valyrian steel, with no need to be taken to a whetstone.

"Fuck, I don't know how to use a sword."

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