#like sky didnt treat anyone else like that

[floralovebot]

I think Riven was poor in the show... I think Riven hated Sky for being a prince too. They're fighting was because of that too. Are you saying that Riven did not hate Sky because he is a prince? Riven said a lot that he did not like Sky because he is rich and rich people are unfair. Please share your thoughts for me.

I'm pretty sure this is in response to this post? But let me know if not!

Anyway, Riven coming from a poor or even "middle class" background isn't canon, it's just a really good headcanon. I say it's a headcanon because when it comes up, it's always a vague implication that could also be about something else. Like his mother abandoning him could definitely have led to him growing up poor, but it's also not an exact confirmation. His mother leaving for money could mean they were poor, but it could also mean she just wanted More Money. Darcy saying he has "a darkness inside him" is likely about mental illness and trauma rather than him being poor and taking it out on the others (also anyone who uses this as an example just know i am beam blasting your house so hard). Riven calling out nepotism and classism could definitely be more personal but it could also be an example of his very high morality and moral judgment. (like riven is extremely intelligent and stands up for people in less fortunate situations a lot.)

Like,,, it's never directly stated that he's poor and the implications that people usually see could very easily be about something else. Kind of like the headcanon that Helia grew up at RF or comes from a military family; lots of good implications, but not canon. Or s1 implying that Flora could be a lesbian or wlw; lots of implications, but not canon. On the flip side, there are tons of things about Riven that are directly stated or directly implied (like his trust issues, issues with administration, his mental health issues, and even his mother leaving him). But Riven coming from a specifically poor background is something that's more often than not just an implication that could be implying something else. I'm not saying that implication isn't there at all, but it can definitely be read in other ways (for example, I've seen people headcanon that Riven comes from a noble family and hates classism because he's seen it up close). But regardless, Riven being poor is just an implication because it's not stated or shown in canon.

Also, I should note that my post wasn't about shitting on this headcanon. I like the idea that Riven comes from a poor background. It makes sense within canon, I do think it's implied (even some of the weaker implications are still fun to me), and I often use it in other headcanons and aus. But again, it's not Canon and his rivalry with Sky and the other specialists had a lot of components that aren't related to classism. My post was specifically about how the Sky vs Riven rivalry wasn't just about classism. Riven absolutely does not like royalty or the idea of different classes in general. However, his rivalry with Sky was never just about Sky being a prince.

Riven calls Sky out for having advantages over them, yes. Riven calls out the other characters for not knowing something, for being privileged, for nepotism, etc, yes. But his dislike of Sky specifically didn't stem from classism. Like I said in that post, classism was absolutely a factor but it wasn't the Biggest Factor.

Riven had a lot of internal issues in s1 and all of them played a factor in his rivalry with Sky. Sky being a prince was the icing on top. It really cemented everything that Riven thought of Sky before, but it was never the First Reason, the Big Reason, or the Only Reason. Riven didn't like the specialists because they were constantly undermining him, constantly insulting him (sometimes in a direct insulting way and sometimes in a "playful/joking" way), always assuming the worst of him, and never taking his side in literally anything. He also has extreme trust issues, felt like he would be better off alone, and used everything they said and did as a confirmation of why. Like s1 Riven had a really bad case of confirmation bias and was constantly looking for reasons to hate them (Sky being a prince was One of those reasons).

Like I said in that post, the Riven vs Sky rivalry had a lot of depth and both parties played into it. In canon, it was never just Poor Boy Hate Rich Boy. Sky being a prince and therefore having a lot of privilege was absolutely a factor in Riven's dislike of him, but it was never the only thing or the biggest reason. If Sky hadn't been the prince, Riven still would've hated him. Like,, that's important! Riven didn't hate Sky Just because he's a prince. He didn't trust Sky, hated that Sky looked down on him (regardless of their class standing), and hated that Sky "saw better in him". He hated that they were both extremely stubborn, irrational pricks who took it out on each other. He hated that Sky clearly didn't like, trust, or respect him.

And again, I really do think his relationships with the other royal and/or rich characters back this up. If Riven hated Sky simply for being a prince, that energy would've been directed toward Brandon first and it would also be directed toward Bloom, Stella, and Aisha. But it isn't. In fact, Riven often shows that he respects and likes Aisha! Even when he does call the other royal/rich characters out, it's never with animosity. It's usually in this, "yeah you're rich and dumb and privileged here I'll show you how it's done 🙄" kind of way. With Sky, it's more "i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate myself fuck off i hate you AND you're a prince god could you get any worse???". Yknow?

[the-moon-files]

I was actually thinking about this a lot but like as an add on to your humans are hylian space orcs thing. I am in ✨need✨ of reader trying potions. Like;

"This potion will restore your stamina and boost your strength"

"Buddy that's just coffee"

"Qué?"

Even worse if when the reader tries it it's just like the most not strong coffee they've ever drank. Makes the guys wonder wtf makes humans need so much energy through out the day.

this is such a cute idea, i love how diet diffs/energy diffs in humans are space orcs aus, so genius to apply to hylians

the stamnia boost potion tastes just like instant coffee with powdered creamer (the kind at like car dealerships/shitty offices where its not even a little liquid creamer)

and u spit that shit out like wtf is this bs

and Four, poor guy who gave you some after talking a break from walking, is like "oh my goddess r u allergic?? can still breath???"

meanwhile ur like. "yeah this just tastes like shit-"

four: "oh well yeah, all potions do really-"

you: "-ty coffee. this is nowhere near strong enough to get me back on my feet ffs"

four: " 👁️👄👁️"

you: "u got anything stronger? :/ "

four: " w h a t ? "

cue u researching how to make stamnia potions, across the hyrules, and making them 10x stronger so theyre like an actual coffee shop kind of coffee, and the Links are literally lowkey scared

Time forbids you (and the rest of the guys) from letting anyone else try ur "improved" elixir (s)

bc yes, u didnt stop at stamnia

u moved on to healing potions, (u can now regrow limbs and heal broken bones, the hylians can only take like a 1/16th of a sip like once a week, whereas u chug the whole thing, and can do so multiple times a day if needed)

u also moved onto cooking, bc rlly how different is cooking from alchemy?

and goron spice tasted like goddamn dorito chips, so u used essence of literal lava to help make it more spicy,

ur not allowed to introduce this new spice to the gorons, Wild forbid, bc he was adventurous enough (and snuck behind Time and ur backs) to try some spice

(he literally touched the tip of his pinky finger to it, wiped it off, except for 1 like flake of spice too)

and it lowkey nearly killed him 💀

like had to use that 1/16th of ur extra strong healing potion and everything

u felt so bad, but he did do this to himself,

and Wild knew the gorons dont back down from a challenge, esp since it was originally their recipe, so he (and you) didnt wanna kill them on accident

the sleeping potion u found is just like taking a single melatonin gummy, so u ofc make that thing knock even you out after 2 sips,

needless to say, no one is trying that one, not only bc it knocked Rulie unconcious for 12 hours straight (u got him to try it after he exhausted all his magic healing, and so no nightmares)

but bc it knocked u out cold for 9. that was the scarier part to them lmao, was how affected is their human by this?

i like to think thats how they judge unknown foods and liquids too,

like "do you think this tastes unseasoned? ok should be perfect for me then" - every Link

"oh this didnt make u feel sleepy at all/barely tired? great, id love to knock out cold w/no nightmares tonight" - Sky, probably

"this tastes like that thing you call, instant cough? ko-fee? Cool, give me some i need to run up this mountain" - Wild, for the 3rd time this month probably

"this barely healed ur papercut? sweet, give me some my wrists are killing me" - poor Legend, he uses ur extra strength healing potion as a way to treat his arthritis regularly once a month, but the more chill potions for any leftover aches and pains, esp after long fights being hard on his arms

Chain is simultaneously still lowkey terrified u need that much extra oomf, esp when u run out of stronger stuff and have to down like 5 health potions to heal a cut that needed stitches,

and also worried u need that much and also Wild/Wars/Rulie tend to work overtime to make sure they have extra potions for you

and theyre also kind of impressed, bc hey, youre unlikely to get magically poisoned/potion poisoned like them

☆

sorry i couldnt think of as much as i hoped, i think its bc i rlly just need to play/watch more loz games besides botw/totk

i like know the vague plot of ss/oot/mm/tp/ww/hw and og loz games, but havent gotten into details/lets play or anything yet

i hope this was at least a half decent idea to think about/expand on urs, have a great rest of ur week, and thanks so much for the ask!! <33

Peace out,

🌙

[prestonmonterey]

WEIRD ASK GAME!!!!

do you have voices in your head?

how often do you question your reality?

if you could conceptualize a new color, what would it look like?

what is your favorite emotion?

how would you feel if the sky wasnt blue?

do you like to keep routines? if so, what would you do if you suddenly forgot all of them?

what color do you associate with the stars?

whats your favorite metaphor?

is it easier to say everything or nothing that you think?

have you had an experience that seems impossible to anyone who wasnt there?

have you ever lucid dreamed?

whats on your mind?

do you have any regrets?

how often do you cry?

whats something you like, but just barely never reaches your list of favorites?

give me two truths and a lie

would you be surprised if this was a dream?

whats an interest or hobby you used to have that you wish you could go back to?

do you like keeping secrets?

have you ever mistaken reality for a dream?

whos your biggest role model?

have you ever had a hallucination?

would those around you notice if you dissappeared?

whats your favorite invertabrate?

whats the biggest lie youve told?

are you alone? physically or emotionally?

do you prefer to relate to stories or have them be new experiences?

least favorite texture?

do you like the taste of water?

can you hear your heart beat right now?

how would you feel if you found out you werent alive?

cats or rats?

whats your love language?

is this a dream?

if you could give one of your flaws or skills to someone else so that you didnt have it anymore, what would it be and to who?

how do you define love?

have you ever been in love?

would you be a shapeshifter if it meant you could look like other people, but never yourself?

do you create art?

are you dreaming?

is this real?

is there a character you relate to on an almost uncomfortable level?

how do you think society would be different if gender norms were, and had always been, swapped?

would you sacrifice your life and journey and memories for a chance to start over?

do you overthink things?

how well do people know you?

what are 4 things you like about yourself?

do you want to/have you ever gotten a tattoo?

are you afraid of the unknown?

are you dreaming right now?

how open are you to change?

are you good at comforting others?

what do you think you are best known for?

what is a question you think can tell a lot about a person?

do you treat strangers better than those close to you?

do you think you are normal?

do you think you have good vibes?

whats one thing you like about the world?

have you ever broken a bone?

whats the strangest dream youve had?

are you intimidating?

when was the last time you did something purely for yourself?

is anything real?

do we actually exist?

what if this is all a dream?

[ganondoodle]

dont want to make two posts so im putting them both in one (totk thoughts ... uh oh i cannot shut up)

anyone else find raurus arm .. WEIRD? like, judging how the rings on the fingers are literally MADE for absorbing someones elses ability just adds to rauru and the lot of the sonau feeling .. off- what do you mean you wear a bracelet made for incorporating swears of fealty from others and gaining their abilities while they gain nothing?? and then rauru doesnt even seem to make use of that (which i guess is in line with .. the ghost copies links gets going away if the actual sage is there- SO WHATS THE POINT THEN???) though thats a bit more unclear since ..... we dont get to see ANYTHING from the last battle, all standing around with dirt tm texture on them 5 times and then they throw their weapons (weird.... use your damn ability) so zelda can use her new important time power .... once .... to make them fly backwards again and rauru does one thing :/

another thing, funny how the enigma stones are supposedly enhancing whatever powers someone already had, bc other than ganondorf none really gain anything, they act like they achieved some new power level (and suddendly know how to do it as soon as they have the stone) but then its just a silent ghost copy of themselves and they gain ... nothing but some jewelry, i find that a little .. underwhelming? and strange bc why does gan get a nuclear power upgrade and they print a bad copy of themselves and its treated like the same thing (i know its gan and he kinda deserves to get more out of it but do you know what i mean?)

cant help but also feel like its not even .. related to their own ability, like at all, istn it supped to enhance THEIR power, what does a ghost copy have to do with water magic? (wouldnt that more be sth of the shiekah/yiga .. creating copies of yourself?) if anything its something for link to gain .. i guess? or raurus arm i suppose? wouldnt it have been great if they all had a weaker version of the ability at the start and AFTER they gain the stone it gets upgraded, or its like it now is and after the they get their stone its stronger, like maybe rijus is as normal but then when she has the stone it charges faster and doesnt get canceled if she gets knocked over (assuming the way to control the ability stays the same ... which i wouldnt want bc that is so bad to control even if you change it like this) and giving link access to it is just PART of the stones power and not literally all it is

AND THEN ... you cant even argue that it doubles their fighting power bc now theres two of each bc .... the copies ... go away when the actual sage is there .......................................... so its really just a hamfisted way to give you their power ... and its not really giving you their power its giving you a copy of them which is just clunky and unnecessary, you want the theme to be connection (lol where) so you give the player soulless silent ghosts to accompany you ...? not even the real deal? (i know that would be harder to do bc they are all important ppl in their own region and turning them off would be be strange- but them having to teleport around isnt an argument bc they also do that in their dungeon- hello yuno i didnt know you can fall from the sky at will- and all that wouldnt be a problem with my next suggestion

wouldnt it be even MORE of a connection if it worked more like in botw? giving YOU a literal part of their ability, their soul even, and their abilities are now so much a part of you that you cant sever them, its integrated into your moveset, no silent ghosts to run after, your friends are part of you, ACTUAL YOU and not part of an ancient kings arm bracelet rings

[scyfozoa]

feed me more kouming content pls i wanna know more abt their dynamic and how they ivercome their struggles pweaseeee

thank yoy for this ask im Not normal about them um . Um . um . gonna just ramble. yapfest incoming

Kou and Gaming met when they were both 14 – a little bit after Gaming ran away, their first meeting was in the pharmacy as Gaming was being treated by Baizhu because he got injured while working (was younger and less experienced in combat back then), and Kou brought back some meds Baizhu asked for. They talked for a little bit, but didnt think much of it at first.

Sure, they both wanted to be friends, but they werent sure if that would work out. Gaming knew how loud and extroverted he was, and he could see Kou was more of a reserved type, barely talking at all. He was simply worried that he would scare Kou off. Kou, on the other hand, could see Gaming was liked, had a group of friends – and the half-adeptus simply didnt think someone like Gaming would want to be friends with someone like him – Kou was always anxious, scared to talk, ofter losing verbality in social situations.

But Gaming ended up at the pharmacy more and more, at first because of how reckless he was, sometimes for deliveries, but with time, he started showing up just for Kou – he didnt say it though, always conveniently "was nearby, so I figured id visit".

As they got closer and closer, they both realized that despite them being polar opposites, some parts of them were really similar.

(b4 next part starts, i hc gaming as autistic and trans ftm because i can..... plus it fits his story ngl look at rhe event!!!)

Complicated family dynamics, their struggles with being trans, them both being autistic and how that affects them, their sense of not belonging anywhere — are the things that connected them, to name a few. They understood each other better than anyone else, felt safer with each other than with anyone else — sometimes it felt like these two were speaking the same language, while the rest of the world talked in a language unfathomable to them. And as the years passed, and they got closer, it was on a Lantern Rite when they were 16, when they finally confessed to each other under the glowing lanterns in the sky – far away from everyone else, as Gaming knew how overwhelmed Kou got in such gigantic social events. It was after that, after their confession, that Kou promised him that when one day, Gaming finally gets to perform infront of everyone, being the center of the celebration, he will be cheering him on from right there, always being his biggest supporter.

And he kept that promise, watching his boyfriend of already 2 years, being the center of the celebration, blinking away the sting in his eyes, never having been so proud before.

They know each others struggles and always do the best to help – Kou always being Gamings no.1 supporter, even when Gaming felt like it was going nowhere. Gaming treating Kous scars like any other part of his body, and sometimes leaving a few kisses on them when Kou is having a really tough day.

Now, some more miscellaneous stuff. When Kou is free, he always comes with Gaming to just be with him while Gaming practices his Wushou Dance, dancing along while Man Chai jumps around him. He is his biggest supporter after all. Sitting on the sideline, Kou takes it as a great opportunity, and pulls out his favourite sketchbook. He cant be blamed, as Gaming's energetic and fluid motions make for great anatomy practice — and the sketchbook would be just that, if not for the numerous pages of random doodles of Gaming, of his face, his body, just him. Luckily, Kous reflexes allow him to hide the sketchbook the second Gaming finishes and turns to him — he would rather explode than let anyone near that sketchbook.

Kou has trouble sleeping through the night, so he often naps a few times throughout the day — in his room, on a tree, away from anyone. But when him and Gaming are together, Gaming often lets Kou nap on his lap or his shoulder. (gets paid back for it in kisses when Kou wakes up)

They both have sensory issues, but Kous are way more extreme — so when theyre out getting dim sum, Gaming always offers to pick out the parts that are inedible for him. (unless its something inedible for him too...)

thats all foe now.... sorey thats its lackluster + messy, its 2 am as im writing rhis bc i NEEDED to ramble... ill write somethign more comprehensive soon i prommy... (+ the fics are pretty comprehensive !!) if u want more of them feel free to ask or dm me... i love them so much theyre geniuely my everything .. have some koumings that i didnt post

[rand0mfangurlstuff]

Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky & Y/N - Part One - Marching On

Hey everyone! Again, thank you so much for all the ove on my first fic, I'll Look After You. I've decided to try my hand at a new fic, this one will be more angsty. Each chapter will be loosely inspired by a song. Music really inspires me and I often think of different little scenarios when listening to my favourite songs. These are not stand alone chapters and will all accumulate into one story. This first chapter is inspired by Marching On by OneRepublic. Enjoy!

It had been a long, hard day. Y/N was still processing everything she had seen since first showing up at Thorpe Abbotts. The wife of Colonel Clarke, she didnt need to leave her home to live on the base, but she wanted to be close to her husband and help where she could. It was unusual, a Colonel's wife deciding to work in the kitchen of the base, but Y/N was a profound baker. Everyone and anyone who knew of her knew that her cookies, pasteries, cakes and anything else you could put in an oven was amazing. So when Y/N found herself at a lose end, she headed into the kitchen of the mess hall and asked the staff would they let her use the kitchen to make baked treats for the men. They agreed, mostly because they were afraid of saying no to her, being who she was.

Now she stood in the middle of the mess hall, looking at all the empty seats. So many good men lost, some of which she had grown quite fond of. It became suffocating, she needed to go for a walk.

She would herself walking towards the B-17s, or at least what was left of them. Some of them needed serious repairs, and she on Lemmons and other mechanics working on them. She looked over to the intact planes when movement caught her eye. There he was, Major John Egan, sitting on the wing of a plane with a bottle of whiskey. He saw her staring, and gestured the bottle to her. 'You thirsty?' he said. As much as she shouldnt, she felt a swig of whiskey was exactly what she needed. She walked over to the wing of the plane and hoisted herself up so she was sitting beside him. He passed her the bottle and she took a big gulp, enjoying the burn as it went down her troat.

Bucky was tired. Tired of missions, tired of the war, tired of his friends dying. They had lost so many today, including Curt. And there wasnt a damn thing he could do about it. So he did what he could do; drink. He saw her walking around the airfield like a lost sheep, she wasnt normally out here, she was one of the few wives living on base and of them, she was the only one to be seen outside their quaters or the officers club. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned to him, a question on her face wondering what he was doing sitting there. He saw her eyeing up his whiskey bottle and thought that sharing it with a pretty lady might not be the worst thing in the world.

They sat in silence for a long while, passing the bottle back and forth until sadly, they reached the end. When Bucky put the bottle to his lips and was met with nothing he sighed, 'Great, first Curt, now my whiskey.' Y/N's eyes darted to him. 'Curt? You mean Curtis?' realisation dawned on her. 'Oh no, poor Curtis.' She had gotten to know Curtis Biddick well, he always complimented her baking; particularily her muffins. She found his thick New York accent endearing, and he always did his best to make her smile when they spoke. She was sad to know she would never hear his voice again.

'It's sickening' Bucky finally said. 'We keep losing our men, our friends, our brothers. And we just gotta keep going. Gotta get back in the sky and-' 'Keep marching on.' Y/N interrupted, lost in her own thoughts.

'What?' he asked, confused. 'It's something my mother always said. When something bad happens, and you feel like you cant cope, you keep marching on. I think thats why I go for walks when I'm sad.' she said with a slight chuckle. 'Your mother sounds a lot like your husband.' Bucky said dryly. Y/N then let out a rather loud laugh. 'She's no soldier, but she's tough that's for sure.'

After another bout of silence, Y/N felt the need to speak. 'You have to do it, for them. If you give up now they died for nothing.' Bucky sighed, 'I know, I'm not actually giving up, just fantasising about it.' 'You need better things to fantasize about Major.' she laughed. He smiled, the whiskey making him more improper than he should be around the Colonel's wife, 'Got any ideas? What do you fantasize about?' She feigned shock and disgust, hitting him lightly on the chest. 'A lady never tells.' He laughed again, it felt good to laugh.

The sun was starting to set, and she knew Albert would be looking for her soon. 'I better get going, Albert will be wondering where I am.' She made to move off the wing of the plane, but found it much more difficult to get down than it had be to get up, her fear of heights kicking in. Bucky saw her hesitation and jumped down, he held his arms out to her in a gesture for him to lift her. 'May I?' She nodded, and soon his hands were on her waist as he gently lifted her down. 'Thank you Major.' she said, blush keeping up her cheeks at his proximity and the intimate nature of his lifting her off the wing. 'Call me Bucky, please.' 'Thank you Bucky.'

She turned to leave walking back towards the quarters. Bucky started walking along side her. 'You dont have to walk me back.' she said. 'I'm not.' he said with a smile. She looked at him slightly confused, she knew that his quarters was in the same direction, as was the mess hall, but she didnt expect him to leave when she left. He looked at her with that signature devil-may-care smirk,

'I'm Marching On.'

[p0tat0-ficblog]

the Fall, Angel, Fall series so far recap for people who don’t feel like reading the like 120k words

Fall Angel Fall (Book 1)

Book starts with Evangeline laying on the ground in a rainstorm, with an arrow through her wing. She reminisces morosely for a moment before an unfamiliar person appears, picks her up, and she passes out. She wakes up inside a dirt house with her wing treated and wrapped and is like "?????" for like 12 seconds before she spots her host, Herobrine. They've never met before, but she knows him from the time she helped kick him out of the Nether like 300 years ago because he was being A Big Meanie. He explains that he found her in the rain and brought her inside because if he didnt she would die, and she's like "why would you care" and he's like "idk, I'm a good person now" and she's like "oh ok. I got banished by the way" and he was like "sick me too". A couple of days later she can walk and stuff and they chat and she explains that she and her best friend (Meryl) were investigating the disappearances of some of her fellow soldiers when Meryl was brutally murdered, Evangeline was framed for it, and she was banished before a proper trial could be had. When she protested, she got shot and subsequently fell out of the sky. Herobrine is like "hmm. that sucks. anyway (goes back to gardening)"

That night, Evangeline wakes up to a valkyrie standing over her with a sword, whom Herobrine keeps from murdering her. They kill him and come to the conclusion that whoever had killed Meryl had sent an assassin after Eve to keep her from being able to snitch about the murders, and Herobrine points out that now they're both in trouble because the assassin will have reported her location before trying to kill her, meaning that now he has to leave his home and live somewhere else. Evangeline feels guilty about this and says she'll leave but Herobrine is like "NO im going WITH YOU. sorry." and shes like "??? okay??"

The next day they set off in a random direction. it is late autumn and herobrine is being grumpy about the fact that it's cold outside. Evangeline is a gamer and doesn't care. They walk for a while and eventually go to bed, and Herobrine stays up all night to watch over her instead of letting her take a watch. Evangeline is annoyed by this. On the second day they go to cross a river and Evangeline says it would be better for them to walk IN the (shallow) river instead to throw off anyone following them and herobrine is like ":( it's cold" but she bullies him into it. herobrine proceeds to trip over a rock and fall in the water, getting completely soaked. After Evangeline is finished making fun of him she realizes that he's actually rapidly becoming hypothermic and herds him into a cave to rest and dry off, and promptly gets Flustered when he takes off his shirt.

While hypothermic, Herobrine is slightly more open about his Feelings, and Evangeline begins to feel Feelings.

The next day they continue walking and come across a human town, which Evangeline suggests they enter in search of more supplies as they are running out of food and water. Herobrine points out that everyone hates him, but Evangeline's like "it's fiiiiine, just pull your hood down, nobody will even look at you because im a valkyrie and im cool like that" and he's like ":/ fine". they successfully get into the village, Evangeline pulling her "im a holy warrior of Literal God please give me free stuff" card and successfully getting Free Stuff. Unfortunately, a former friend of Evangeline's named Hannah happens to arrive right after her and runs into her at the general store. Contrary to Evangeline's fears, Hannah is happy she's safe and says that her getting banished was ridiculous and that everyone with half a braincell knows that she would never hurt Meryl, so what's going on?? Evangeline doesn't know but she's glad Hannah is on her side.

Hannah then proceeds to spot Herobrine's glowing eyes and is like "👁️ 👁️ 🫵" at him, to which he points out that he's not breaking any laws since he was only banished from the Nether, not settlements on the Overworld. Hannah gets mad at Eve for hanging out with him, to which Eve points out that she didnt have anyone else to turn to when she got literally shot down from the Aether. Hannah is still mad but lets them leave without raising a fuss and telling all the villagers that Herobrine is there. They leave in a hurry with their Free Stuff.

That evening, Herobrine feels bad and tells her that she needs to stop being so friendly with him because she's going to get a bad rep. Eve says frick that, we're pals. In the meantime, Hannah has made an official report of their location, which makes it to Eve's commander, philza minecra- I mean Phillip Zenith, Commander of the Valkyrian Armies. Philza is also convinced that Eve didn't kill Meryl but she was tried and sentenced before he could do anything about it. technoblad- I mean David Tekno is fairly convinced that Eve has lost her mind, if not before then definitely now because she's hanging out with herobrine, who, as we have discussed, was A Big Meanie. Philza decides he's going after her to learn the truth, Tekno tags along so dadza doesn't get himself murdered by Herobrine.

The next day, Eve has begun molting, which is good because she'll grow back her feathers and be able to fly again but bad because she is now leaving a very obvious trail. Herobrine is mad about this. Eve is mad about this. Nobody is having a good time.

Suddenly, three valkyries appear in the skies above them. they land and Eve doesn't recognize any of them, but tries to talk to them anyway, despite Herobrine's instance that they get away before they get shanked. The valkyries don't respond, and when Eve gets closer she realizes that they're not breathing. The valkyries attack them and lose, and Herobrine discovers that they all have stab wounds over their hearts preceeding their battle, which means they were already dead. He makes Evangeline leave while he beheads them. Evangeline is big sad because Literally What The Actual Flip Bro, That's Messed Up and herobrine gives her his cloak because he wants her to feel better.

In the meantime, Philza and tecknoblade have discovered Herobrine's old house, where they find the assassin's body buried in a shallow grave. They are now more convinced that Eve and herobrine have gone on a couple murder spree.

The next day it's snowing, which is bad because leaving footprints. Herobrine insists they take shelter in a mineshaft from the storm, Evangeline hates this idea but goes along with it. 15 minutes after, Philza and Techno follow their footprints into it, but are forced to split up as there are two mineshafts. Eve is having a terrible time because she's claustrophobic, and Herobrine's half-a$$ed attempts at comforting her do not work. They find a natural cave which Eve hates slightly less and hang out there for a bit, and Herobrine helps her pluck out all the loose feathers so that she's not leaving them everywhere anymore. Evangeline is steadily falling for him.

Surprise! Technoblade! Tekno finds them and is like "yo, please explain the murder before I axe your sorry butts". Eve tries to explain that the people they killed were already dead and Tekno, who has never heard of a zombie, is like "mmmmmmyeaaaaaahhhh nnoooooooooo I dont think so." Eve convinces him to let them talk to Philza about this when they get up to the surface. Herobrine attacks him with a knife.

Eve tries unsuccessfully to get Herobrine to stop attacking technoblade with a knife. They fight for a while. herobrine fire powers reveal. Techno absolutely owns him and slams a pickaxe through his ribs. Herobrine collapses, Techno moves in to finish him off but Eve makes him stop because actually! no amount of physical damage can kill herobrine, which is common knowledge amongst valkyries but technoblade is not one (he's half-human half-piglin, which, as my brother irl says, is an abomination). Techno agrees to let him just lay on the floor and gasp pathetically while they drag him up the mineshaft to get Philza, but Herobrine abruptly gets up, grabs Eve, teleports (teleportation powers reveal) and sets a support on fire, collapsing the tunnel between themselves and techno and allowing them to escape. Techno is fine, Philza finds him later.

Eve does her best to wrap up his wound while also scolding him for being a dumb idiot since he had literally no reason to attack. Herobrine sort of apologizes but is obviously mad about it and also in pain. Once there's more blood inside him then out, he insists he knows where they are and knows a safe place, and they head off again, gone by the time their pursuers get back to the surface.

Herobrine leads her to A Whole Mansion, which she thinks is really stupid and he refuses to offer any explaination for, just keeps telling her to trust him. She decides she will and they hide out in the garden overnight, and Herobrine sneaks into the building to steal food for them. The next day, upon seeing philza and technoblade arriving, Herobrine insists they hide in the building, which Eve confusedly goes along with and they hide in a cellar. They listen while the owner of the manor says he hasn't seen them, philza and technoblade leave, and then the owner walks into the cellar and is like "hi :3". Surprise! it's steve minecra- I mean Steven Lancaster, Lord of the region of Mosenta and also herobrine's older brother.

Steve is like "what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now" and herobrine is like "lots. pls help :(" and eve is like "??????? ???????????????????? ?????? ???????????????????????????? WHYT DIDNT YOU TELL ME THIS BEFORE" and herobrine was like "idk it wasnt important" "IT WAS TOO IMPORTANT"

Steven listens to their sob story and agrees to give them shelter for the night, new clothes, and supplies for the road. Eve goes to bed because Girl is Tired while Steven and Herobrine have some bro time and Herobrine gets a hug for the first time in like 500 years probably. The next night they head out with their new loot and they have a lovely conversation for once that isnt about being on the run and being hunted down by murderous valkyrie necromancers.

In the meantime, Philza and Techno have decided that maybe they went to the nether for some reason? so they go to the Nether to talk to the Nether Queen, who was established 300 years ago after Herobrine got ousted. she's a regular human who got granted eternal life because she was doing a banger job of being queen, and philza is a little leery about whether or not that might be affecting her psyche at this point- oh no she's hot. anyway the queen hasn't seen them but she'll keep an eye out. also they're flirting. techno has things to say about this

The next night, Eve and Herobrine are walking again when they get attacked by another valkyrie zombie, but this one is meryl. oh no.

Eve is obviously Very Thrown Off by this but the logical part of her brain allows her to fight and defend herself. Unfortunately, she's off her game enough to let Herobrine get whacked where he was already injured and get knocked down, and eve gets disarmed and pinned against a tree. Instead of killing her though, Meryl just stares at her, expressionless, with tears in her eyes, which is enough for Eve to decide that she's still conscious and insist that they don't kill her. Herobrine reluctantly goes along with this and they manage to trap her and get her tied up instead. Eve starts crying (girl has had a hard week) and herobrine gives her a hug (girl is also down bad).

They drag a very angry and wiggly meryl back to Steve's house, where they appropriate his dungeon as a holding cell and explain what's going on. They come to the conclusion that a golden apple may be able to cure her, if her wounds are what are keeping her in a half-alive state. With this in mind, Steven somehow gets a message to Philza and Techno and summons them to have a nice friendly chat about zombies and such. They arrive and manage to have a diplomatic talk with Herobrine despite their murdery last encounter, and Philza is glad that Eve is ok. Philza goes off to get a golden apple, Techno goes off to acquire a potion of weakness since he says that should help.

While all this is happening, Eve and Steven are watching over Meryl one evening and Eve asks him why Herobrine seems to have a weird vendetta against piglins. Steven explains that about a year after Herobrine was instated as the king of the Nether, a group of assassins broke into the castle and brutally murdered him, except he can't die so he was just left in excruciating pain until he was found and treated. This gave him a lasting paranoia which eventually turned into the tyrant that he had come to be known as.

Once all the materials have been gathered, they force feed Meryl the golden apple and Eve takes a stress nap. herobrine wakes her up from the stress nap because meryl is cured YAY!!! Meryl explains that she doesn't remember much after being murdered, only faint images and sounds. Eve is just glad she's okay. Since Meryl is no longer dead, Eve can no longer be banished for her murder, so her innocence is offically proven. Herobrine points out that the people that tried to take them out are going to do so again. Philza acknowledges this and says they're going to launch a full investigation now.

While people are chatting, Herobrine slips out, and Evangeline has a bad feeling so she follows him. She catches him trying to sneak off into the current snowstorm, calls him out, then confesses her love for him. Herobrine takes a solid second to process this and then very firmly rejects her, saying he's a terrible person and they should never see each other again. 10 seconds later, they both get knocked out and kidnapped.

They wake up in a dungeon, chained up next to each other, and Evangeline immediately recognizes that they're in the Aether. Herobrine is bound in magic cuffs that block his powers so he can't teleport. After a slightly awkward but mostly on-topic assessment of where they are (in a dungeon), their captor appears.

Enter, Sirben (💃✨)

Sirben is very angy that they managed to cure one of his zombies, and demands to know how they did it. Evangeline wont tell him so he beats her with a zappy stick until Herobrine tears his chains out of the wall and beats HIM with the zappy stick. Unfortunately he's wounded and not feeling so great so he can't defend her further, and Sirben ultimately decides this is too much to deal with and leaves them alone for now.

In the meantime, the gang at Steven's house has noticed that they're missing and has come to the correct conclusion that they got kidnapped, and are on their way to the Aether to regroup. On the way, they get attacked by valkyries, but not zombies this time, these are Sirben's goons. Steven reveals his earthbending powers by absolutely clowning on them. Also, Meryl is feeling kinda funny.

Herobrine and Eve, still in jail, have a long conversation about her love confession and who he is as a person and why he doesn't feel like he deserves her love. He brings up the time he ordered a third of the population of the nether capital city executed because he was afraid they would overthrow him, which she agrees was in fact Really Really Bad but also it's been centuries, he's going to live forever, and he can't do anything to undo it so he's going to have to live with it, and also hiding in the wilderness is never going to do anything for his reputation as a reprehensible tyrant. Herobrine doesn't really agree with her. he tells her that he doesn't love her, but he does care about her as a consequence of watching over her through so much. Because he cares, and also because Sirben made it very clear that he was going to kill her, Herobrine kisses her because he wants her to be happy before her inevitable death.

Sirben then proceeds to separate them, taking Eve into another room so he can interrogate Herobrine about the cure and also make grandoise threats, including that he's going to kill Evangeline in some gruesome way and also that he can find a way to kill Herobrine somehow (Herobrine, suicidal: cool 👍). In the meantime, Evangeline tries to subtly question the two goons watching her, but they are smart enough to not actually tell her anything.

When they're brought back together, Evangeline trips over her feet and bumps into her guard before she's chained up again, at which point she reveals to Herobrine that she stole the key to their chains because she succeeded her sleight of hand check. They break out and start trying to navigate their way out of Sirben's lair.

In the meantime, Philza and the gang are back in the Aether, where they meet up with Meryl's commander (Erika) and start trying to plan how to find the bad guys. Meryl claims she feels drawn in a certain direction, the gang hypothesizes that she's still connected to the bad guy somehow, and they decide to follow her vibes into the horizon.

While trying to escape, Eve and Herobrine duck into a room that they quickly realize is filled with the bodies of dead valkyries which are most likely zombie fodder. They get into a fight because Herobrine wants to behead them but Eve insists that they can be cured so they shouldn't. While they're arguing, the zombies wake up and capture them (oops). They're dragged out into the hall where Sirben rendezvouses with them, and he makes some vague comment about unexpected guests and takes them to a large, dome-shaped room with a giant glass skylight over an altar. Turns out the vibes gang are incoming fast with many angry valkyries, and Sirben is trying to kill Evangeline and then escape through a Nether portal he has in his base. Herobrine can't really do anything to stop him as Eve is brought up to the altar and Sirben goes to kill her, but he's stopped at the last moment by Philza making an epic entrance through the skylight and smacking him. Chaos ensues.

In the resulting battle, many of the zombies are bound or incapacitated, the goons are either captured or killed, and Eve and Meryl reunite and hang out with herobrine and try to stay out of harm's way. Sirben tries to slip out through the nether portal without anyone noticing, and Evangeline takes advantage of her finally healed wings to catch up to him and steal & break his zappy stick, breaking his connection to the zombies and also Meryl. Sirben, now stickless, escapes into the Nether.

Post battle, all the goons are imprisoned or dead and the zombies are just kind of lost and wandering while treatment is gotten for them. Meryl recognizes that her bestie is Down Bad. While Eve is celebrating though, Herobrine approaches her to tell her that he's Leaving Forever, Sorry, bye, and he disappears through the Nether portal (where, if you recall, he was banished).

Herobrine proceeds to go to the Nether Queen's castle and turns herself in. When she asks him what the flip he's doing there, he tells her that he wants her to lock him up for all eternity so that the nether doesn't need to worry about him anymore. She says no, she has her own ideas.

In the meantime, Meryl and Evangeline are awared medals of valor or something for revealing Sirben's plot, and they get a pat on the head from Notch and he says they did a great job. Notch also makes a comment about how he wishes Herobrine was there too. Eve also misses him and she is sad.

Sirben is not having a good time in the Nether. It's hot and he almost got gored by a hoglin. he also just lost the zombie army he's been building up for years, AND he lost his zappy stick, but he's not too concerned about that, because his boss is gonna absolutely clown on these idiots, you'll see.

THE END

Fly, Phoenix, Fly (book 2)

Book begins with the Queen of the Nether getting visited by a young lady who’s bringing the corpse of a young piglin man with her. Young lady (Alex) claims that this piglin attacked her and acted sick/feral, and she was forced to kill him in self defense. Nether Queen has Herobrine check out the body, and he comes to the conclusion that Sirben is responsible. Cut to the Aether, where Evangeline and Meryl have been summoned by Philza to the Nether because of something mysterious, but they’ve both already decided it’s probably Sirben since they both have personal experience with him. Also, it’s been 40 years since the end of book one. And Eve is still in love with Herobrine. They go through the nether portal and are immediately greeted by a strange cloaked man whose disguise lasts all of 12 seconds before Evangeline outs him as being Herobrine, sent to guide them from the portal to the castle. She demands to know where he’s been/how he’s been and he’s just like “oh yeah I work for the nether queen now” “what? for how long?” “for 40 years”. Eve is Madge.

The three of them make their way towards the castle, Herobrine pointedly ignoring them while Eve and Meryl go “?????” At each other. When they reach the castle they are brought up to speed on the situation, and they agree with Herobrine’s opinion that Sirben is to blame (minecraft zombie piglins????? 😱). They decide that they (along with Philza, Techno, and the queen, who insists on coming along because she’s bored) will go with Alex to the spot where she found the zombie piglin and then search around there for evidence that will hopefully lead them to Sirben.

The next day, they all set out. Herobrine is still pointedly ignoring Eve, but in a scene from his POV it’s revealed that he’s very much in love with her and is having a very hard time not showing it, hence the ignoring. The queen is very much aware of this and forces them to talk to each other. It’s also revealed that Herobrine has been sending letters back and forth with Steven (bros :) ).

After a couple of days they make it to where Alex found the piglin, and they start hunting around for clues. They find plants that seem to be withered, but before they can make any progress they get attacked by hoglins (which aren’t scared of warped mushrooms like they’re supposed to be and scatter. Philza grabs the queen (oh yeah, they’ve also been dating for like 40 years now) and flees, Eve brings Alex to a safe place and then returns, and Herobrine grabs her and teleports away from danger while Meryl flees with Techno. Meryl and Techno find Philza and Mumza, while Alex finds Herobrine and Eve. Neither group knows where the other is, and both of them start walking in the wrong direction to find the other.

While walking through a warped forest, Eve and her gang encounter an Enderman, who plucks a few mushrooms and then vanishes. In the meantime, the queen and her party are in a soul sand valley. Also, over the course of these chapters we see a series of flashbacks from Herobrine’s childhood (smol baby) to when he was a young man (30-100) and is established as the king of the Nether. he was, in fact, a good boi.

Eve’s party eventually descends into a ravine because Herobrine insists that it’s the sort of place that the queen would take shelter in. Unfortunately, she’s not there. Eve keeps arguing with him but he keeps brushing her off and ignoring her, which pisses her off enough that she confronts him directly, accusing him of leaving her to go serve the queen. Herobrine admits that he came to the Nether in the hopes of being locked up forever, and apologizes for brushing her off. Immediately after, they are attacked by hoglins.

After getting out of the ravine, Herobrine points out that there’s a boar spear sticking out of the hoglin and suggests they try to kill it to win the favor of whoever was trying to do so in the first place. Evangeline agrees, and they leave Alex in a safe place (much to her chagrin) while they fight it. They successfully take out the hoglin, only to realize that it’s a zombie. A second hoglin sneaks up on Evangeline and gores her, injuring her badly, and Herobrine teleports with her to safety and cauterizing the wound to keep her stable while Alex brews healing potions.

By the time she’s woken up and is doing okay again, Herobrine is acting a lot more affectionate, immediately offering to carry her so she doesn’t have to walk. The next time they rest, Alex interrogates Eve about her relationship with Herobrine since she has observed very mixed signals from them. Eve tells her that she still has feelings for Herobrine, but he doesn’t return them and she can’t force him to, so she’s not going to try. In the meantime, Philza and the gang finds a piglin village where all the inhabitants are dead and crumbling into black dust.

Herobrine continues to carry Eve the next day, and as they’re walking they encounter a pair of piglin hunters. They explain how Eve got injured, and it turns out that those piglins were tracking the hoglins that attacked them, since they were ‘strange’ and not deterred by warped mushrooms like they’re supposed to be. The hunters invite them back to their camp, and Herobrine reluctantly accepts at the promise of being given fresh supplies.

The piglins bring them back to their camp, where they’re welcomed. Herobrine is a little uncomfortable around them, but after 40 years in the nether his piglin phobia has reduced considerably. The piglins celebrate because the hoglins were murdered, and Herobrine invites Eve to dance with him. Bewildered, she accepts. Alex is now more confused.

After dinner, the highlord of the camp calls them all in to speak with him. They explain who Sirben is and what they suspect he’s doing, and it turns out that the zombie piglin that attacked Alex came from this camp. The highlord sends out Eve and Alex to talk to Herobrine alone, and reveals that Herobrine was responsible for killing his grandfather about 400 years ago. Herobrine apologizes, which the highlord is not satisfied with, but Herobrine promises to do his best to protect the Nether by dealing with Sirben. The highlord agrees to give them supplies and tells him to never come back, or else.

The following chapter begins with a flashback of Herobrine being attacked in his castle and left for dead. In the present, shortly after leaving the piglin camp, he and the girls find a bloodstained feather, directly after which Sirben reveals himself along with two huge, black skeletons. Eve and Sirben banter for a bit, then Herobrine notices a crest on a banner that a skeleton is carrying, which is the same crest as the assassins who attacked him wore. He promptly spirals into a panic attack. Sirben leaves, the skeletons go to attack them, and Herobrine grabs the girls and teleports away.

Eventually, they get far enough away and Herobrine has calmed down enough to explain what freaked him out. Eve is sympathetic. They find a cave to hide out in for the night, and Alex goes to bed, leaving Eve and Herobrine awake. Herobrine refuses to sleep because he’s afraid of having nightmares. They talk for a while, which culminates in Evangeline demanding to know why he’s been acting weird and Herobrine admits that he’s in love with her, but he’s been avoiding her because he doesn’t deserve the happiness that she would bring him. Eve gives him a hug, then kisses him and he starts crying. In the meantime, Philza and the gang finally make their way back around to the capital.

The next day, Eve’s gang agrees (reluctantly on Herobrine’s part) to let her fly around to scan for any sign of Sirben from the air. She heads out and makes it back safe, reporting that she found tracks in a soulsand valley. In the meantime, Techno and Meryl head out to track them down, this time with a lodestone compass so they don’t get lost themselves.

Eve and the gang pass through the soulsand valley, which is Annoying because the sand is basically quicksand. They lose the trail in a crimson forest, and Eve flies off again. This time, she finds a sword abandoned in the middle of a clearing, and while investigating it is kidnapped by Sirben and his piglin brutes. When she doesn’t come back, Herobrine and Alex go in search of her, and they find her sword, which Sirben left intentionally to bait them into following.

Sirben ties up Eve and leaves her in his base, which is a cave system (RIP claustrophobic Eve), with the express purpose of baiting in Herobrine. Eve tells him he’s going to get smacked. Sirben, who has ego problems, doesn’t believe her. She also notices that he has a bunch of captive hoglins. Herobrine and Alex track down the camp (which is covered with the same crest as the assassins that attacked Herobrine), and devise a plan to break in and save her.

Herobrine teleports into the caves and murders every piglin that he comes across, eventually locating Sirben in a larger room and attacking him. He’s promptly attacked by wither skeletons, which are far stronger and faster than he expects, but he manages to hold them off until the hoglins (which Alex released) flood the cave system and destroy everything in their path. Herobrine slips away and finds Eve, kills her guards, and gets out with her safely. As they make to leave, they notice Sirben escaping, and Eve goes after him, but she doesn’t take him down before he reaches more wither skeletons. He and Eve have another shouting match, then one of the wither skeletons attacks Sirben and cuts off his wing, causing him to fall off the ledge and land in the forest below. By the time Eve and the gang get to him, he’s dying, and he explains that a single blow from the skeletons inflicts Wither, which is lethal. He says that his master is named Null and that it’s impossible to kill him. Eve sits with him and holds his hand while he dies.

With Sirben dead, the gang heads through the tunnel that he was about to flee through in search of Null. During a rest stop, Eve and Herobrine talk about Sirben’s death, then they kiss more, despite Herobrine’s insistence that he’s going to leave her after this mission and they shouldn’t make the separation harder (because he doesn’t deserve to be happy etc etc etc). In the meantime, Meryl and Techno find the camp where they stayed and talk to the Highlord about where they went.

When they get to the end of the tunnel, they spot a group of piglin brutes leading a prisoner, and Eve convinces them that they should rescue them because they might have info for them. Eve and Herobrine beat up the piglin brutes and rescue the woman, who is a former member of Null’s cult, and she leads them back to the bastion where she’s been living.

Hama goes to take a nap and Herobrine sneaks off to treat his wound and have some alone time, which Eve crashes because she wants to spend as much time as possible before he leaves her. When Hama gets up, she explains to them how she was born into Null’s cult and left when she became elderly, which made her a target for the younger, more bloodthirsty members. She describes Null to them and explains his wither powers, and says that the cult worships him and he has lots of wither skeletons. She also says that he was directly responsible for the attempt on Herobrine’s life, since he was doing such a good job uniting the Nether and that was a bad thing for Null, who thrived on chaos. They ask her where to find him, and she says she can’t tell them, but she produces an old map that she says her parents had. Alex, being a mapmaker, is able to read it and can lead them to Null’s fortress. In the meantime, back at the Nether Castle, Philza tries to propose to Mumza but is interrupted by the castle being attacked by wither skeletons.

On their way to Null’s castle, Herobrine tries to convince Eve to take Alex and leave once they get there in an attempt to keep them safe, but Eve refuses since she wants to protect him to. They argue, and then he kisses her. Alex is very confused about the current state of the ship.

Over the course of these chapters, we get a series of flashbacks of Herobrine growing more and more cruel and paranoid, including how he murdered a valkyrie woman named Angela because he was afraid she was a spy from Notch. This ultimately culminates in him having a third of the population of the capital executed, following the death of his most trusted advisor, Mikkael.

In the present, Eve and Alex chat about family, and Eve explains to her how valkyries who suffer severe injuries or mental trauma retire from fighting and take care of the young valkyries instead.

The wither skeletons at the nether capital are currently breaking into the castle, and Philza manages to convince Mumza to flee to the Aether with him for safety. As they’re fleeing, the wither skeletons break in and attack them, and Philza is forced to break through a window with her to escape. The moment they reach the Aether, he proposes and she accepts.

Eve and her gang encounter another zombie piglin, this one being a member of Null’s cult, and they follow his tracks to the cult camp, where they find that the zombification has spread and infected the entire cult (L). Herobrine is also being more affectionate towards her now. In the Aether, Philza and Mumza meet up with Erika (that’s Meryl’s commander) and Notch, who is obviously concerned about the fact that there are animate skeletons that 1-hit KO anything they touch. They all decide to go through another portal to scout out the situation. Upon arriving, they conclude that the city is so far safe, but the castle is completely overrun by the skeletons. They decide that the plan will be for Notch to go in and start beating them with his hammer while the valkyries drop big rocks on them.

Eve and the gang reach the lava lake that Null’s Nether Fortress is located in, and they stop one last time to rest before they attack. They’re all stressed, but they’re trying their best to keep up morale. Eve tries to convince Herobrine once more that he’s not an irredeemable piece of trash, with debatable success. Meryl and Techno are getting close to finding them.

The next day, Herobrine goes to the fortress alone to confront Null, and he gets his attention while Eve sneak attacks him. At the capital, Notch engages the wither skeletons, and he gets withered but fights off the infection. Philza and Mumza watch from a distance with Steven (who’s also there), until they’re attacked by wither skeletons and Philza carries her to safety. Steven joins Notch at the castle to help him fight, despite Notch’s protests that he should keep back.

At the nether fortress, Eve and Herobrine continue to fight, and they encounter a wither skeleton made from the remains of Sirben. Upon taking out all of the wither skeletons, Null attacks them himself, and Eve manages to push him off the fortress, but he throws an ender pearl and teleports back up. He almost manages to kill Herobrine, but Eve pins Null down for just long enough for Herobrine to run him through and kill him. The wither skeleton reinforcements beginning to arrive start to crumble, and Eve and Herobrine hug. Eve is the only one to spot a wither skeleton archer before it fires on them, and she blocks the shot with her wing to keep it from hitting Herobrine, who she suspects would be killed by wither. Herobrine is distraught as she begins to die, but Meryl and Techno arrive just in time to get her to eat enough of a golden apple to save her, and Meryl carries her back to the Aether for further treatment. At the capital, the rest of the wither skeletons crumble.

Eve wakes up in the Aether with her wing destroyed, but with Herobrine there waiting for her, and he doesn’t waste any time in professing his love for her and proposing. They get married, and become a set of surrogate parents for the young valkyries while dealing with their own demons.

THE END

[esoteric-terror]

Two sides of the same coin

idk. i think theres a Lot of room for these two to be interesting together under the cut is how i would make them interesting To Me/partial avos rewrite, assume everything i dont mention is the same

about a year and a half ago @/cheecats posted this and i like this idea! it started making its rounds in my brain again and in my brain it Shifted, just a tad, and now we are here w this! thus we begin my madman rambling

prior to avos, rowanclaw is not a frequent character, he mostly just shows up to be mean and xenophobic, im p sure he shows up in night whispers as a good parent to his kids but for the sake of this im gonna ignore it and double down on the meanness, so for the rest of this im characterizing him as selfish, stubborn, mean, and someone who doesnt like being held accountable. do those traits sound familiar? they should, because im also describing onestar

we come to rowanclaw becoming leader, i want them to be Scarily similar, i need them to clash badly and be explosive because of said clash

they definitely differ tho! its just internally instead of externally. the biggest difference is that onestar is full of shame, regret, and self hatred. he knows that he shouldnt have ever met the kittypets. he knows he shouldnt have turned down darktail and because of him several kits died because he was a coward. he HATES that tallstar just had to make him deputy because that led to mudclaws death and him inevitably cutting off firestar. and he deeply regrets how he treated his old friend but he cant do much now as firestars dead! and he knows deep in his heart hes letting tallstar down. but if he drops the tough independent guy facade now and show how scared and regretful he actually is could lead to windclan being chased off again.

rowanstar on the other hand, is just Mean because thats all hes been surrounded by, 2 evil leaders, another who had a questionable history, and no shortage of clanmates who are just complete assholes. he doesnt have to prove shit to anyone in his clan, but he has everything to prove to the other clans as a new leader. hes not gonna be soft to them, fuck that! shadowclan can stand on its own w no help they got their shit down and everyone else needs to know that.

rowanstars cowardice isnt really recognized until after the kin shows up. he claims that he let them stay because theyre clearly strong. but hed never admit part of the reason he let them stay is because after bramblestar informed him that the rogues fought off onestar and his patrol that ultimately took one of onestars lives and killed furzepelt, he got scared to tell them no in case he met a similar fate.

in this hypothetical rewrite id switch the order of onestars and rowanstars deaths, so rowanstar dies at the end of the third book and onestar dies at the end of the fifth. because of that the circumstances around rowans death is changed a bit

so in some confrontation with the rogues, with rowan, tawnypelt, and tigerheart on one side with the kin on the other, tawnypelt ends up dying protecting rowanstar, because he let her take the killing blow. this is the first time hes shown visible terror, and because he didnt want to admit, even to himself, that this fight was his fault, and that because he was a coward and couldnt say no, he lost his mate, who was nothing but loyal to him.

skip to the end of shattered sky. theres another confrontation with the rogues. in this rowanstar doesnt step down! he still cant accept and doesnt want to admit that he was a coward, so he says the reason this happened was because he was too kind to his clan and to the rogues. the he gets killed.

this throws shadowclan under full control of the kin, and naturally this news spreads to windclan. and onestar is terrified out of his mind.

after a lot of projecting onto rowanstar, onestar realizes something: if he cant admit his faults, if he cant get over his pride, he will end up shamefully dying like rowanstar. and he recognizes that while he cant change the past, he can make the future better.

and so he tells everyone that darktail is his son and he steps down as leader. and in a way its freeing, this secret thats been eating him alive for years is now out in the open. he never knew darktail became this monster, onewhisker acknowledges that if it werent for his bad decisions as a young warrior, darktail wouldve never turned out this way, and he was gonna fix everything.

and then the battle that kills both of them happens the same as it does in canon, just later in the arc

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ALL OF THIS TO SAY: rowan and one could have an interesting dynamic and it could be a cool parallel and i think if the erins tapped into that id like avos a lot more

[miss-crafty-fox]

My lifelong dream is turning to reality rn XD please continue o really wanna learn Ace's reaction

OK we're doing this 😂 sorry for the wait!

STONE COLD FANFIC UNWRITTEN PLANS: DARK ACE AND AERROW FRIENDSHIP PART 2

So where we left off Aerrow started a fight and his Sky Knight position was revoked by the head of the council.

So after this Aerrow was going to be feeling really low and like his life has no direction, not to mention he can't protect people like he used to.

When Dark ace hears what happens, he goes on a wander until he finds aerrow sitting somewhere looking dejected. For the first time in a while, he sits next to him and tries to talk to him, having no idea his little brother had been struggling and suffering.

Aerrow isn't talking much, he's barely answering him, and it's becoming clear that he isn't just sad, he's angry about everything life has thrown at him recently. To make him feel better, dark ace suggests something they could do, but aerrow, not really thinking, attempts to push him away by saying "I don't need help from a cyclonian"

Taken aback by the abrupt shift in behaviour, dark ace sits there for a moment. Then realises he knows exactly what aerrow needs, so he gives him a verbal kick up the ass, basically telling him to start acting like an adult instead of pretending to be one. He reminds aerrow that he, more than anyone, knows how the council can treat people and it would do him good to step away from it for a while. Dark ace stands up, looks back at aerrow and says he's going somewhere, and aerrow is welcome to follow him, or continue to sit there sulking like a child. But regardless, whatever aerrow chooses, he should make sure its his decision and not someone else's. The scene ends with Aerrow thinking about it, then getting up and running to catch up to dark ace.

*Some plot happens*

The next time we see aerrow and dark ace, they're on terra neon. It's not really dark ace's scene, so he's not vibing, but he knows its a good place for a teenager to relax and distract themselves. Aerrow is walking around, but he isn't playing any games or going on rides. He confesses that this place isn't really fun if you've got no one to do it with.

So with a drawn out breath as he realises what this means, dark ace walks up to a game stall and gets them a ticket each and they start playing. It's a little slow and awkward at first, but the competitiveness in the two of them soon comes out, and they forget about everything else, just like they did when they were enemies. They both start trying to best each other at every game just for the sake of pride. Whenever dark ace wins a prize, he tosses it straight in the trash as he moves on to the next game.

By the end of it aerrow is laughing hard, and it's only when the day is over that he realises it's the first time he's laughed properly in ages. As they mount their skimmers, aerrow looks at dark ace with a more mellow, sober face and tells him "I needed this. Thanks... i know it's not really your thing." Dark ace doesn't answer, but he is looking at aerrow thoughtfully. They fly off the terra quietly.

Back on rex now, they go their separate ways with plenty to think about. Dark ace is marching somewhere like a man on a mission, and on the way to wherever he is going, Harrier spots him (at this point they're pretty close but not necessarily dating). Harrier follows dark ace into his hotel room, and asks what's wrong but dark ace doesn't answer at first. Dark ace is furious with himself, feeling like everything he's done over the past decade was a waste of time - he worked for cyclonis only to drop it all and leave. If things had been different, aerrow could've had a different upbringing, and he wouldn't have been dragged into a war. Their first encounters didnt have to be violent. It just all should've been different.

Harrier is listening to this rant patiently, although he's not sure where he's going with it.

Until dark ace pulls his head gear off and announces that he's done. He's focusing on the kid for a while, because aerrow clearly needs help and no one has his back. Harrier is elated and supportive.

The next morning dark ace goes to his troops, ravess and snipe included and tells them he's taking a break. They are shook as fuck and not happy about it, but like, try telling dark ace you disagree with anything he's doing 😂

Meanwhile, aerrow has had some self reflection of his own. He feels like for a long time now all he's known is how to be is a hero - a caretaker for others - and that's cool and great and he likes that he was good at it and helped people. But the trip to neon made him realise he was bottling something up; he finds being a lonely orphan harder than the war. The others seem to fit in with other kids just fine, but because he's been told to always have justice on his mind, he's fallen behind on just being a kid. So he feels he's earned the right to be a little selfish for a while, he's tired of being the hero, he wants to be something else for a change. This was going to end with some symbolism as he sees the storm hawks, but turns away from them and walks towards dark ace.

That was going to be most of their scenes together for a while. I think i was going to have a tiny bit later where you see their relationship starting to develop into father and son. Right before the talon wedding, when people are getting ready, dark ace and aerrow would be in a room together with their suits on. Aerrow would need help fixing his tie so dark ace would do it for him. Then while dark ace was finishing his hair aerrow was going to watch curiously (because he's at that age where he'd want to experiment with style but never had the time to). Dark ace notices him looking and when he's done, hands aerrow the hairspray, and aerrow has a bit of a play with it.

But yeah, that's all I remember for those two, they were going to do more together during the final battle but good God I'm not going to delve into that here this is already too long 😂

I hope this is what you guys were hoping for. As always im happy to answer questions about the fics, and if there's more about unwritten stone cold that you'd like me to share (if i can remember) just let me know 😊

[aroacesigma]

For the ask game ummmmmmm obligatory sigma but also chuuya <3

ok !!!

first impression - sigma

honestly i thought he seemed like a nice enough guy going off the whole thing where he let the man win . a bit bossy when he was talking to teruko but honestly i was kind of rooting for anyone but the hunting dogs at the point so i was like yeahhh go buddy . you got this . also thought he was very gender

first impression - chuuya

i thought he was REALLY fucking cool . loved his design instantly . like about half this fandom i thought that was a ponytail for ages but noooo . terrible mullet . look dazai was my fave at that point but i still laughed when he got his ass kicked by him lmfao

impression now - sigma

ok . deep breaths kai you can say this normally . i love him very much and he is my fave . as you can all tell . finding out his whole backstory and watching him go through the sky casino arc and the mersault arc was so fucking ... god . hes so tragic . i love him so much . he tries so very hard all the time and nothing ever comes out of it does it . i just want him to be happy .... he really deserves it . hes not a bad person but hes done bad things out of necessity which honestly makes you root for him more doesnt it ? its so heartbreaking every chapter watching him do everything , throw himself into danger, hurt people, hurt himself just so they can get a home... i really hope he does . very much . fucking hell

impression now - chuuya

pretty much exactly the same . hes so fucking cool and i love him . i think he should be allowed a weekly quota of kicking the shit out of dazai . stormbringer tore my soul to shreds that hurt which made me feel terrible for him also . hes a wonderful character and i really do love him and wish this fandom treated him a little better

favourite moment - sigma

oughh this is hard . uh . probably when we get his backstory honestly . everything really makes a lot of sense about him once you get that . its really sad but it really hammers in just how desperate he is to find a home. they dont really have anything else , their sense of being human is shaky at best because no matter how much he says hes just an ordinary man he knows he isnt . so having a place to belong to make up for the fact that there is nothing like them in the world and there never will be is something hes totally desperate for and their backstory hammers that in HARD . and just the art is just so well done ...something about the image of him just sitting alone in the desert really shatters my heart every time . honourable mention also goes to when he kicked the shit out of teruko , purely because its an excellent counteraction to people saying dumb shit about him being weak and pathetic

favourite moment - chuuya

ohhh..i think i really like the scene where the flags throw him a party . its nice to see him hanging around with his friends . even if theyre all a little bit fucked up . he deserves nice things even if he didnt fucking get to keep them god asagiri why

idea for a story - sigma and chuuya

ok i NEED YALL TO HEAR ME OUT on this crack theory that definitely will not happen but imagine if it did . now i trust dazai will come back for sigma butttt if he didnt . well dont you think mori , who sent chuuya into mersault , would be extremely pleased to have someone with an ability like sigmas . and sigma wouldnt really have too many options would he . being left behind again would probably kill any trust he had in the ada and really all his ability has ever been suiteed for is criminal activity right ? and that is how we get pm!sigma . which means chuuya and sigma interactions . they can bond over shared experiences like having somewhat funky relationships with humanity, terrible haircuts theyre somehow pulling off, and wanting to kick the shit out of dazai .

unpopular opinion - sigma

this is more of a bsdtwt / bsdtok problem but yall do know if you like a characters design but not their actual character you can just say that instead of making up an overused fanon personality for them right

unpopular opinion - chuuya

idk if this is unpopular exactly but it is blatantly obvious when people only like him in relation to dazai like it is not subtle at all

favourite relationship - sigma

ooh this is hard . if we're talking about shipping exclusively then sigzai is my fave (almost got put off it by the aforementioned annoying bsdtwt though lmfao) . but i do also find it very interesting how he interacts with and views fyodor and nikolai . i do wish we had more on how they were like as an organisation

favourite relationship - chuuya

again, talking shipping id probably have to go with skk , but even in a non shipping context it really does interest me how him and dazai interact . theyre so fucking weird

favourite headcanon - sigma

living up to my duties as ceo of transmasc sigma , thats obviously my favourite headcanon . hes soooo trans guy coded its insane . bless him . also my headcanon that he always has that new book smell hanging around him no matter what . cause . yknow .

favourite headcanon - chuuya

ok i also love to headcanon chuuya as a trans guy like honestly asagiri what is it with you accidentally coding all your funky little guys as trans . also i reckon hes a tea drinker . he will fuck that shit up . hes got all the fancy ones yknow those really weird flavours that honestly are barely even tea anymore thats just a fancy drink but hey the box is pretty so

[pretty-house-pretty-garden]

Queerplatonic (media) Partner Appreciation!!

Hehehe I was feelin silly!!

Giggles!!

I loooove love love Krow so so much! So much!

I neeeed to see my husband (krow canonmate) again grrr

But anyways! A few memories and art i wanted to share

One time in B clearing we were all making bracelets and other crafts around the campfire.. we used a few pretty rocks and such for them too, and it aproached me with a shiny smooth-ish rock.. vaguely shaped like a heart. It said it had found it there while looking for other stuff to use.. and thought I should have it :)! I put said rock on a bracelet and wore it all the time <3

We started "dating" in B clearing aswell. Back then we didnt really have the right terms but kinda confessed and explained to eachother how we felt and how it was like weirdly not romantic but also not like friends and everyone just agreed "ah yes secret third thing!" ... it was queerplatonic- lmao. Also we had more of a situationship than a relationship cause how we behaved around eachother really depended on our situation n such..

It wasnt big on PDA. Actually it hated it... and I respected that honestly! But there was the occasional hand holding... sometimes it just defending me verbally was enough. Yes, it was quick to violence which I didn't agree with, but I honestly felt genuinly safe around it. It would always stand up for me and defend my name with tooth and nail. (Pun intended..) Made me feel really appreciated :]! So loyal <3

It was such a good friend, too. Super fun to have around! But specially can always trust it with things, it was super helpful and made all my duties as a leader so much more easier! It was rlly community oriented and I really appreciated it for that. Specially cause I could tell it put the efford into being so nice to others, and it really liked our friends.

I remember in one timeline where admitedly halo boy was way more okay than in other of my canons- I was still mad at him for being rude and an asshole to my sister... He treated Graecie so horrible and she didn't even realize cus he acted all "nice" and stuff afterwards.. grr... ANYWAYS but about Krow.. Yeah so I was mad and taking my anger out on a training dummy Owen had outside his house. Krow found me and offered to go into the maze to kill some monsters and get my rage out for real!! So we did :D! We were okay dw. But erm yeah I hope Owen doesnt see this (we legit went in w/o telling anyone or flipping our levers.. oops..) BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN!! It was a great way to let out my emotions without harming anyone :]

I remember watching the stars with it.. specially back in our clearing, but even in A we sat down sometimes together and would cuddle with a blanket and hot cocoa outside and just watch the night sky, away from everyone else..

We were one of those more "rom looking" qprs... cus in our more private and affectionate moments we'd hold hands, hug, cuddle and even kiss.. yes on the lips... it was so soft tho<3 hehehe

Owen, even before going crazyyyyyy, didn't rlly like Krow... he didnt want us to hang out too much at times cus of how violent and opinionated Krow was.. oh boy who's gonna tell him... giggles!!

Anyways look! Art i did of us!!

Also have art of Krowella (i call her Ella). Cause i also have a canon where she existed and I met her.. giggles! Oh and also a canon where both existed? Which is rlly funny cus I was a bit sad but kind of accepted Krow didn't care about loosing me as much as I cared about it.... and then Ella showed up and started being all flirty with me and bro was like OH GIRL ITS ON SIGHT. Giggles...

+ last picture is a doodle i did of krow and I for yuri day! And my silly lil bracelets hehe, including the one with the rock krow have me :]

[mariisauruslove]

Reasons why I feel the way i feel for you:

Reason 1: You are there for me even when I push you away.

Reason 2: You never have left me

Reason 3: You always know what to say and reply to every part of my messages.

Reason 4: You never belittle me or make me feel small or ugly

Reason 5: Youre a goofball and you always manage to make me smile and laugh so much.

Reason 6: You are ambitious and successful in your careerpath

Reason 7: You are so positive, you are the sun in my sky. You make my life brighter

Reason 8: You reassure me when im feeling insecure

Reason 9: You dont have a favorite shape but have a favorite number lol

Reason 10: You are always the highlight of my day

Reason 11: I’ve given you the worst parts of me and you treated them all with the utmost respect and love. You truly put me together and held me.

Reason 12: You love the moon as a form of weather lol and disagree that I don’t think its actually a type of weather.

Reason 13: Youre so smart, you dont rely on the words of people but you see who they are now

Reason 14: The way you maneuver your life is amazing considering everything you’ve been through

Reason 15: You motivate me to reach my goals

Reason 16: You push me to be the better person i want to be

Reason 17: You love the moonlight as much as i do

Reason 18: You dont get weirded out easily by me lmao

Reason 19: You always cheer me up when I’m in a bad mood, ex. with a joke or a video.

Reason 20: You have this spunk to you that always makes me smile

Reason 21: You will always keep me on my toes

Reason 22: You make little voices when you’re talking as someone else in your stories

Reason 23: You believe in me

Reason 24: You are so wise and have the most beautiful heart of gold

Reason 25: Your voice is the perfect pitch

Reason 26: You’ve caught me off guard, i never expected this love to grow as it had.

Reason 27: You mostly always beat me at games lol (it’s definitely rigged tho and I want a refund 😂)

Reason 28: You water me daily and make me feel so alive.

Reason 29: You cherish your friends and family

Reason 30: You have this glow of love to you that radiates for miles

Reason 31: You write down your dreams

Reason 32: You’ve trained yourself to control your dreams (also this is your favorite number)

Reason 33: You are one of the kindest souls I know

Reason 34: The hours you don’t message me feel like lifetimes of boredom.

Reason 35: I want to constantly be around you because you make me so happy

Reason 36: I absolutely love your brain, the way it thinks and strategizes. There’s so much to explore about you.

Reason 37: I love how you love green like my best friend.

Reason 38: You don’t seem to complain about your problems to anyone, you just fix them

Reason 39: You have the same music taste I do and tbh I fuck with that 😂

Reason 40: You bring music to my attention that I forgot I listened to.

Reason 41: Being around you / talking to you is like reliving my favorite childhood memories

Reason 42: You’re so familiar to me yet so not

Reason 43: At first I struggled to make conversation with you but then it became really easy to talk to you

Reason 44: You are warmth and life in my universe

Reason 45: You have impacted my life more than you can imagine

Reason 46: Every little silly thing you do makes me say “I love this man” under my breath and makes my heart feel warm 💛

Reason 47: You always post “decisions were made” when you see a misplaced item and it makes me giggle every time

Reason 48: You LOVE pineapple on pizza and i def fuck with that 😂 (hawaiian is your favorite)

Reason 49: You apparently think supreme tastes terrible, which offends me, but the fact you hate it means more for me 😂 so if we ever order pizza, I’ll probably order us hawaiian and supreme 😂

Reason 50: You support me and are there for me in ways i didnt know i needed

Reason 51: I love the way you tell stories. You dont suck at telling them like me 😂

Reason 52: I absolutely adore your sarcasm. It matches mine and the way they interact is gr8 :’)

Reason 53: I love your sense of humor.

Reason 54: You’re so selfless and kind

Reason 55: You say you have flaws, but I really don’t see them. You literally can do anything lol… well, i love your drawings but you dont but i still think you can do anything 😂

Reason 56:You’re a man of your word and don’t make promises or commitments unless you’re able to

Reason 57: You dont hate twilight 😂

Reason 58: You’re unapologetically you and stand so firm within yourself ❤️

Reason 59: You’re my rock and keep me together when im falling apart.

60: You dont judge anyone for being themselves and dont let your opinions be projected onto others

61: You are so understanding

62: You’re empathetic and compassionate towards others

63: I love how there were moments we shared where we were both having a hard time and we comforted each other, saying one day at a time, like a small hug that wrapped around us.

64: You calm me with your presence and i find comfort in your company.

65: I love how you hold yourself accountable when you know you make mistakes and try your best to make up for them.

66: I love that you dont let hard times stop you from shining. You’re my sunny leo ♌️. 🌞

67: i love how you are always so dedicated and motivated towards your goals, not just career but in your personal life too.

68: you have much in common with me. Ngl, ive questioned if it was just to agree with me but you’re more you.

69: I see my whole future with you and i cannot see it with anyone else. I know id constantly be happy because the way we interact is so loving.

70: You probably love food as much as i do lol even though i have a weird relationship with it

71: You are terrible at goodbyes just like me.

72: I love how you showed me the office, because it easily became my favorite show.

73: i love making you happy, because your laughter deserves to be heard everyday. i love your laugh.

74: you’re everything on my list of what i want in a man. Literally everything. Although, you definitely added traits to that list.

75: i love how you teach me things without degrading me.

76: I love how you’re honest with me even when it’s not something I want to hear.

77: I love how you enjoy traveling and find yourself enjoying the journey more than the destination.

78: i love how you’re independent.

79: I love how you taught me to love myself.

80: i love how you taught me to heal and set boundaries.

81: I love how you taught me to stop accepting the minimum and set standards for myself.

82: i love how although you broke my heart, you allowed me to see.

83: i love how Lovers in Japan by Coldplay is your favorite song.

84: Dude legit i found it so cool how you did math ezpz. You’re a wizard 🧙‍♂️ Dabes!

85: You’re not a perfect person but you were perfect to me.

86: i love how you love Christmas as much as i do.

87: I love how you love taylor swift. #Swiftie

88: I love how you’re outgoing and make friends wherever you go, because I be awkward at making friends lol but im working on it

89: I love how you’re always so excited to live life, every moment is yours to live.

90: I love how unselfish and caring you are.

91: I love how your brain works, the way it processes things.

92: I love how you’re overall a happy spirit and taught me to be the same way.

93: I love how there’s many depths to you, each one only revealed by you.

94: Although I wished youd open up more to me, you taught me the art of emotional independence. To stop relying so much on people when I should have the capacity to fix it.

95: I love how you enjoy running and how it connects you with your family.

96: I love that you’re a family man and will do anything for your family.

97: I love how twilight reminds you of me and it will be something that will always tie your thoughts to me.

98: I love how you inspire others to reach their goals.

99: I love that even in scary situations, such as your heart issues, you remain strong and uplifting. You stay positive and keep going.

100: I love you because you pulled me out of the darkest hole I’ve been in my whole life, where I knew I wouldn’t come back. And you did it without wanting anything in return. You declared that any human deserves this, but you poured love from your cup into mine and because of you, I’m alive. This ill never forget. You’re the bestest friend I could have ever acquired throughout my life.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

alexis i fell to the fucking floor at least five times while reading this i would kill for u . i could kiss u. i was half-joking before but like do u know ur ring size?? do u? pls tell me im down on one knee rn….

YOURE SPOILING ME YOU RLLY ARE i cant tell u how much i appreciate u taking the time to write this?!???? UR SO…….. so lovely and sweet BUT ALSO U GET IT????? U GET IT COMPLETELY??????? the way u see the vision so perfectly everything u said is like. Exactly what i was thinking while writing. ur so scary (affectionate)

i dont want this to get too long (it will) but i do wanna comment on everything u said so bad bc literally everything made me so insane and i want u to know that i’d give u my firstborn <333 here is a treat for u to snack on if u decide to read through this!!🧋🍰 im so obsessed w this au so theres just sm to say… sm to think abt..

FIRST OFF I AGREEEE i loveeee masc coded readers <3333 i feel like the gojo x reader tag in particular is 99% fem!reader which is totally fine but i do think hes a queer ass man so m!readers are so special to me!! 

anyway anyway GOSHHH ALEXIS UR MIND i feel like u just Got every single line in this fic even ones i didnt think ppl would notice do u KNOW how special u are to me….. we share the same brain fr 🤝 (the quotev girlie bond i think <3) like all ur thoughts abt the monarchy, royalty, the differences between the knight and the prince..  his priviliege. i was sitting there reading this going EXACTLY U GET IT <333 every two seconds LMAO

and the resentment!! tbh i think ur so real, i wrote this reader as like . Extremely devoted and thats why they never once resent him bc they love him from the get go but i would definitely feel that envy and contempt too!! we're both children, the only difference is that one of us has the power to bend the worlds to their fingers and the other is the one that has to bend. <- THIS IS EXACTLY IT u phrased it so beautifully. and i think gojo wants to get rid of that dynamic sooo bad but its just impossible. theyre on different levels!! he wants to be down on the ground w them but he cant bc he was born in the sky. etc etc etc.

all your thoughts on prince!gojo in general are so real so true u get him like no one else <333 he DOESNT want to be king literally the only reason he works towards it is so he can protect reader. like. thats ALL. deep down i think he just wants to run away w them :<

and!! him being such a good ruler too!!!!!! ur so right! u see the vision! (i am holding both ur hands while saying this) hes empathetic and was absolutely born w that kind of kindness wired in, i think especially bc he was always soso isolated!! and then meeting someone like reader… it def did just set him down the best path possible bc to have someone u love grow up in such harsh conditions will make u so desperate to change them. and satoru never wants to have to meet anyone like reader again!!! i think hes similar to canon satoru in that he wants to preserve youth above all else <3333 hes a sweetipie an angel boy etc etc

(something tells you he’d kneel, too, if only you’d let him.) <- this line. its so good. reader and gojo both know that they're meant for different things and they honestly were probably never supposed to meet, but they did anyways, and now they're intrinsically connected to a someone who's fate couldn't be more different than theirs.

^ IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT THERE R TEARS IN MY EYES ALEXIS I LIVE OFF UR APPROVAL….. thats exactly what i wanted to convey <33 theyre soulmates to me!!

ALSOOOOO KNIGHT!GETO X ROYALTY!READER ????? ur crazy. i can always trust u. knight!sugu would be so fucking overprotective over his prince/princess like its genuinely infuriating…. he bullies u too but he does so lovingly. and no one else is allowed to hes like a guard dog. takes care of u all the time even if ur acting spoiled and bratty he probably likes it tbh

the thoughts are coming to me wait… sneaking u out of the castle w a roll of his eyes bc u kept nagging him abt it … having this big tall beautiful man kneel for u time and time again NOOO I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING AWAY WHAT HAVE U DONE TO ME 💔💔💔 😭😭😭😭 (do u feel the hakyona vibes also or is that just me…)

sigh. ill add it to the wips 😔😔😔 (the thoughts have now consumed me fully pls just know its in the works <33 will tag u when its out ty for having such a giant brain i am kissing ur cheek)

AND ALEXIS are u inside my brain…. be honest. i think ur the first person to mention the maid i got so excited. the maid that hurt reader and got fired or worse hmmm i wonder i wonder…. BUT U CAUGHT IT AND U LITERALLY GET IT SO WELL???? i cant believe ur brain i genuinely cant the way u dissected this npc maid AND UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT TOO…. the envy. having to watch this brat get everything they want, hang around the prince far too much, just who do they think they are? theyll always just be a street rat. someone needs to remind them of that, right?

aaaand then satoru walks in <333 and tbh alexis i think he just snaps. its an important moment in my mind bc he rlly is a sweet boy but i think thats the first moment he genuinely wants to see someone suffer and he realizes that he has the power to make it happen… yeahhh. also i think he gets sooo much more protective of knight!reader after that incident :< he just wants them to be safe n happy!!

anyway. I LOVE YOUUUUU this was the sweetest thing to read ever ever ever im gonna keep it in my heart for the rest of my life <333 it means sm that u liked the dynamic and the writing n just . This in general ITS SUCH HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM U TOO….. sniffle. ily i hope u have the nicest sleep ever tonight TAT

how deep is your devotion? ; satoru gojo

synopsis; you’re his knight, and he’s your prince. if only it were that simple.

word count; 6.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, royalty au (..but no effort put into making it historically accurate in any way oops), knight!reader x prince!toru!!, childhood friends, mutual pining, fluffy overall, some hurt/comfort too, vague allusions to abuse (reader is punished by one of the castle maids as a child but it’s only rly hinted at), knight!reader is horrendously devoted but prince!gojo is arguably worse, he would burn the world down if u asked nicely <3

a/n; big big BIG thank u to @softgirlgonehaywire for having the biggest brain in the world and infecting me w this concept <33 if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started slowly spiraling into insanity.

you are five years old when you meet the prince.

five years old, a mere child, and too young to be blinded by such brilliance. too young to be where you are; curled up in a dark alley, back against a grimy brick wall, covered in bruises. like a beaten dog — scrawny and afraid. waiting for a strike that never comes.

the boy in front of you is also five years old, but you don’t know that. something in him looks older, somehow, something in the way he carries himself. like he doesn’t have anything to be afraid of. like he’s never even felt fear. he parts his lips and speaks like he has the right to, like he’s comfortable in his own skin, a radiance so blinding you could mistake him for the sun. too much for you to bear.

”does it hurt?”

the words fall on deaf ears. but you flinch, your body reacts, a tremble down your tiny spine. you hear the sound but not the words. too mesmerized, too paralyzed, unable to look away from the blue of his eyes, painted with rich watercolour hues. seeping into the world around you like ink on paper, cobalt and aquamarine and something else, something you’ve never seen before —

a blue so jarring it makes you shiver.

the boy has an innocent face. almost girlish, plump cheeks and long lashes, clean clothes and smooth skin. a little too pretty to be out here, you think, in this part of town — too pure to be anywhere near someone like you. he’s above you, that much you can tell. a pretty, innocent face, untouched by dirt or ache; the face of royalty. an entirely different species.

there’s something keen in his eyes, a contrast to his childlike features. a sharp gaze, something that sees through you, something that won’t look away. something mildly frightening. enough to have you cowering in fear, hugging your knees closer to your chest.

but then he smiles. and it’s sincere. sweet, vibrant, all honey and milk and a world you cannot reach.

a smile so captivating you take his outstretched hand, and let him drag you away to god-knows-where.

(that's how it begins. the dynamic that’ll follow you into your adult lives; satoru takes the lead, and you follow. no matter where he’s going.)

satoru gojo, as you soon come to learn, is the prince of the nation you reside in. the only child of the royal family, born with talent and prestige, fame and fortune, set to become king. a different species, indeed.

but he brings you home with him, to a castle so grand you feel as if your very presence is an insult to the architects who designed it, and convinces his parents to let you stay. it’s surprising, but you don’t protest; following him like a puppy at his trail. and he’s stubborn, insistent, demanding that he get to keep said puppy. 

the king and queen don’t care one way or another. they glance at you with apathy, and tell satoru to do what he wants — but convincing the scary and displeased castle maids takes some work. 

satoru doesn’t waver, though. he holds your hand in his, and demands that you be treated with respect.

and he wins. he always wins.

that’s how you become the prince’s playmate. raised alongside him, allowed to stay close, eat from the same food. he won’t settle for anything less. defending your honour, always, before you even know what honour means. before you care.

time passes slowly. joyously. every day is a new adventure, as you attempt to get used to the miracle that is your new life — sweet and silky, apricot blossoms and fresh peaches, duvet pillows and a bubbly laughter you didn’t know you still had. he coaxes it out of you, with every secret midnight outing, every bout of mischief he drags you both into. 

satoru has nice hands, uncalloused palms, fingers that grasp yours and don’t let go. he takes you outside, to see the stars, to catch fireflies in the dark of night on top of the hill that oversees the castle. to take a dip in the river just below it, gleaming a silver hue under the blue shade of the moon. you worry about getting in trouble, but he reassures you — the prince can do what he wants.

that might be true, but you are no prince. not even close. satoru may safeguard you, but all you’ll ever be in the eyes of the world is a stray he got to keep.

and one time, only one time, you do face the repercussions of your midnight outings. you, and you alone. a bad influence — seething words, buzzing in your ears. an angry castle maid, and a stinging pain in your cheek. blurry tears. 

but that’s an incident no one in the castle dares to speak of.

(you’ll never forget that look in his eyes.)

satoru is an odd boy. he keeps you close, always, clinging to you like he needs you to breathe. you don’t understand why, but you’ve learned not to question him. the castle guards all know you as the prince’s best friend, and some part of you knows that’s all you’ll ever amount to. but you don’t mind.

because you love him. at five years old, six years old, seven and beyond, you love him. satoru gojo, the kindest boy in the stratosphere. 

a boy who keeps finding you, no matter where you are, who tugs you along as naturally as the rise of the sun. who raids kitchen cabinets with you and always makes you laugh, little giggles and chuckles that have him beaming proudly. a boy who cleans your wounds with a serious expression, and tells you that he’ll protect you forever. 

(you tell yourself the same. that you’ll protect him forever and ever, until you run out of air to breathe. a boy so sweet you’d die for him.)

a pledge is made. you make it before you know what a pledge is. pledging to protect him, to become his sword, because even as a child you understand that his life will be difficult. you see it in the dullness that sometimes comes over his eyes, the apathy of his so-called parents, the hours he spends locked up with nothing but a pile of dusty books to keep him company. 

so you decide to become his knight. his, and his alone. 

it’s challenging. but you push through; training with another aspiring knight, miles better than you, black hair tousled by the breeze as he knocks you off your feet for the thirtieth consecutive time. wincing as the girl who sometimes watches your sparring patches you up, soft hands cleaning your wounds so tenderly that you almost choke up.

and eventually, as the apricot blossoms of the castle orchard wilt and bloom over and over in a flurry of pure white, your dream comes true. 

there’s something playful in satoru’s eyes, when he places his blade on the curve of your shoulder. something sweet and fond, and just a little bit ironic — as if you’re still seven years old, and playing house. 

you want to tell him that it isn’t a joke. that you’re serious, about this, that you’d tear your stomach open to keep him safe. but you know he’d just laugh. so you let the words clog up your throat, honey-sweet devotion sticking to the walls of your esophagus. breathing in through your nose, as he speaks. as the words you’ve waited to hear flow from his plump lips.

when all is said and done, satoru smiles. he calls you his little knight, and you can tell that he’s teasing you. indulging you, as if he’s in on some joke that you aren’t. but you’ll take what you can get.

you call him my prince, expecting him to laugh it off, but his smile begins to fall. and a pang of ache rushes through your soul, instantaneous, guilty, although you don’t understand why.

so you keep calling him satoru. even though it’s more than a little unprofessional, and you become painfully accustomed to receiving a few judgemental looks here and there. a knight and a prince shouldn’t be so very close, they think, and you don’t disagree. but there’s nothing they can do about it, anyhow.

the prince and his knight can do what they want.

not much changes. you’re his knight, but he treats you the same as before. he’s playful, a little goofy, and you indulge him. as always. attached at the hip, bickering and bantering, bouncing off each other effortlessly. and satoru never bothers to hide your history, the soft spot he has for you; it’s in every fleeting glance, soft tilt of his head, teasing call of ah, there’s my favorite knight. 

(you’re no stranger to jealous looks. sometimes a pout on the lips of a pretty girl, a crease between the brows of one of your fellow knights. and sometimes a glare, from his fiancée — a woman he was engaged to before he was old enough to speak.

but you don’t mind. you’ve never cared what anyone but satoru thinks of you.)

satoru never loses his smile, that effortless air of confidence. the charm that makes people want to follow him, a charisma you know well. one you fell victim to at five years of age. he’s still just a prince, far from being a king, but he receives the same respect.

and that keen, sharp glimmer in his eyes never quite goes away; the hardened shell around his heart unbroken. you see it in fleeting glances, during meetings, ones he allows you to attend despite your status. when he speaks to a room of people with more power than you can imagine, his voice unwavering. back straight. elegant, serious, the presence of royalty — enough to receive respect without even trying. 

but he still shoots you a smile, easygoing, when your eyes meet. one only you can see.

as for you, the step into knighthood is a clumsy one. but you take your duties seriously, and adjust properly. a deep devotion runs through your veins, from your beating heart down to the tips of your fingers, where a sword lies clutched. you keep it close, always, ready to serve. to obey. to protect. 

all of it for one person.

all you do is for him. duels in his honour, beasts slain for his peace of mind, and he’s always there to welcome you back. wiping the blood from your cheek, tenderly, smearing his untainted skin with red; all while he looks at you softly, a coo or word of praise waltzing on the tip of his tongue. 

that’s only for when you remain unscathed, though, when the blood on your cheek isn’t your own. when you get hurt, it’s different. something begins to brew inside his eyes, and you can’t tell what it is. but he insists on bandaging you himself, paying no mind to your meek protests.

sometimes, you’re more reckless than usual. your injuries worse. sometimes he looks upset, angry with you, and doesn’t speak. you don’t, either.

a strange look crosses over his eyes, every now and then. when you get down on one knee, to kiss his hand, the metal of the ring on his finger — and if you look up, you’ll see it. simmering inside those blue depths, something just as fond as it is sad. troubled, you think.

(something tells you he’d kneel, too, if only you’d let him.)

the bond between you remains intact. even as you begin to shoulder more responsibilities, more duties, even though you don’t have as much freedom as you used to. even though you seem to get less time to spend with each other every single day. but you stay together, even so; just like when you were children, running around and causing trouble, more than you could get away with now. 

despite everything, satoru has grown up into a fine man. and you couldn't be prouder.

“do you think i look good in black? be honest.”

you throw him a glance. curious, somewhat perplexed, eyeing him up and down.

satoru is wearing a white blouse, puffy sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the skin of his bare chest. no black colours to be seen. you think back to that banquet he attended last month, forced into an expensively tailored black coat. a corset around his waist. and then you hum.

“sure you do.”

”suguru said it makes me look like a try-hard,” he scoffs, crossing his arms. tilting his head in your direction. ”do you think he’s jealous?”

”definitely.”

a moment passes. 

satoru narrow his eyes, and gives you a dubious look. clicking his tongue. ”… something tells me you aren’t taking this seriously.”

”i am,” you assure him, a lazy smile at your lips. meeting his gaze, that displeased little pout. still smoothing a brush down the mane of your horse, the smell of hay soothing your muddled senses. ”just tired. you look good in anything. you know that.”

he hums. silent, the sound of a spring breeze filling in the gaps.

it’s late. outside the stables, the world is engulfed by a dark sky, almost too murky to see anything. hazy stars glimmer in the distance, and a sense of fatigue gnaws at your bones. it’s been a long day, and yet you’re here — doing even more work. just a little more.

and satoru’s right there with you. even though he’s just sitting there, on the floor, not lifting a finger to help. not that he has to. insistent on spending some quality time with you, keeping you company. just talking and munching on the food he snuck in, bread and cheese and an expensive bottle of wine, that he leaves completely untouched. he tries to leave some of everything else for you, though. keyword being tries.

a sense of peace simmers in the air. palpable, almost enough to taste, as midnight air streams in from the opened doors, chilly and pleasant on your skin. ruffling the thin fabric of your clothing.

and it’s nice, you think, just to have satoru there — talking about this and that, complaining about all the annoying people he had to meet yesterday, yawning every now and then. nostalgic. like this, it almost feels like you're still kids. back when you spent every single hour of the day by each other’s side.

it’s been a long time since you got the chance to speak like this. satoru’s been busy, and so have you. more so than usual.

”are they running you ragged?” he suddenly asks, and you don’t realize you’ve spent the last minute staring into space. resuming your brushing, with steady hands, but turning your head to meet his gaze.

”need me to…” he makes a slicing motion with his hand, right over his throat. a glint of mischief in his eyes. ”handle it?”

and you scoff. amused, but answering him seriously; unsure if his question is all-together humorous, if it doesn’t carry a hint of something genuine too. ”of course not.”

there’s a weariness in the way you blink. the way you pet the animal in front of you, having finished getting the dirt and blood clots out of her mane. she lays down in her stall, and you smile. turning around to rest your back against the wooden border between you, a respite for your aching bones.

it gets just a little bit tiring, sometimes. fighting, patrolling, helping townsfolk. protecting the castle, making sure everything is in order. killing whatever needs to be killed. cleaning the stained silver of your sword.

but…

”it’s my duty,” you answer, seriously, and it comes out sounding like a vow. because it is. 

you avoid his gaze, but you can feel it, as you pick up the wine bottle by your feet and pop the cork. soft moonlight flits in from the windows, illuminating the green glass. a chartreuse glow that reminds you of fireflies, shimmering in your grasp, and for some reason it soothes your heart.

satoru only hums, far from approving. popping a piece of cheese into his mouth. 

after a brief pause, he continues. ”you don’t have to be so serious all the time, you know.” his voice comes out a little raspy. it’s got a certain tilt to it, one that means he wants you to take him seriously. ”not around me.”

you take a sip of the wine. expensive, blood red. it’s too sweet for your taste, heavy on your tongue.

”… i’m less serious with you than i am with others.”

satoru sits up a little straighter.

”yeah?” he grins, a kind of satisfaction blooming in his eyes. cerulean and sweet. almost smug, you think, like the cat that got the cream. ”that’s good. you really should loosen up, though.”

a glance. fleeting, just to see him — but he isn’t looking at you. he’s looking outside, through the opened window, at the sway of the apricot trees. white petals flitting in, landing by his feet. in his hair.

when his eyes meet yours, they’re smoothed over by that something you can never put your finger on. a blend between longing and fondness. crinkled at the edges.

”you’ve got a pretty smile,” he exhales. ”be a shame not to show it off.”

when you look at him, really look at him, you see it. that fatigue. it slips out when he talks to you, a sincere way of speaking that never quite allows him to hide his emotions. you hear the hint of a yawn, can practically feel the weight on his shoulders. the weight of an entire nation. a weight he was always bound to carry.

(you could never bring yourself to be even remotely alright with it.)

“have you been doing okay?” you ask, and satoru blinks. there’s a soft look in your eyes, as they trail over the contours of his face, his lashes catching the light of the stars. an innocent, pretty face. but he looks tired. frail. like he hasn’t been sleeping properly.

something rotten bubbles up inside your throat.

”they’re running you ragged, too,” you say, hand settling on your hip. where your sword usually is. unconsciously, on instinct — or maybe just to make him laugh. ”need me to step in?”

satoru chuckles. husky, mellow. dripping with soft amusement.

”settle down, little knight.”

a moment passes. silent. his eyes flutter shut, for a second, and a breath slips from his lips. almost a sigh. in the distance, you hear the quiet coo of an owl. 

”of course,” he eventually answers, opening his eyes. and you think he looks a little resigned. but smiling. self-deprecating, you think, although he’d like you to assume otherwise. ”all of it is just preparation, anyhow.” 

a flimsy smile, as he looks into your knowing eyes. ”it’s what i was born for, wasn’t it?”

you purse your lips.

“… i don’t think so.”

another chuckle. a little delighted, this time. 

“yeah,” he cranes his neck, emitting a low groan. “me neither.” something sweet blossoms in his eyes, sweet like the crunch of the apple he bites into, juice dribbling down his chin. ”but it is what it is.”

a beat. you part your lips, trying to find the right words. ”tell me if there's anything i can do,” you settle on. the same words you always choose. ”anything at all.”

satoru smiles. “right.” his voice carries a teasing tilt. almost a purr. ”there’s nothing you wouldn't do for me, hm?” 

“— there isn’t.” you smile. “nothing at all.”

he blinks. a little dazed, for a second, and you watch as his ears redden. slight, enough for you to notice, but gone before you can bring it up. a contemplation smooths over his features. and a pleasant breeze flits in, ruffling his hair, apricot petals kissing up his skin. he looks at the apple in his hands.

then he sighs. placing his palms on his knees, and rising to his feet. his arms twitch, muscular beneath the flimsy blouse, and you gulp. although you aren’t sure why.

“alright, then.” his eyes flicker in the dim light, sharp and decisive. he crosses over to you with long strides. “there is something you can do.”

when he’s close enough, satoru reaches out his hand; opening his palm. a silent beckoning. you look at him, not saying a word. his expression is unreadable. 

then you intertwine your fingers with his. unquestioningly, even in the midst of your confusion.

(it reminds you of that day. when he pulled you up to your feet, held your hand in his and refused to let go. leading you to the promise of something better.)

no matter where he goes, you follow.

and satoru grins. it’s sweet, just like back then, a smile so vibrant you wish you could tuck it into your sleeve and keep it there forever. he curls his fingers around yours, gentle, fondness bubbling up inside his eyes. for a second, you think you see the sun.

“come with me.”

at first, you truly aren’t sure where he’s going to take you. hand in hand, you begin to walk, feeling the midnight breeze nip at your skin. beyond the castle walls, away from the hustle and bustle from the nearby town. satoru holds your hand and smiles, tousled tufts of white hair swaying with the wind, leading you to a place you know well. a place where the air tastes like freedom.

it’s the river you used to play by as children.

gleaming a solemn silver under the evanescent moon, framed by bushes of lilacs, blooming indigo and violet and pure white. the scent of nectar hangs heavy in the air, and you breathe it in. on top of the hill just above you, you think you can spot tiny little glowing dots; green and yellow, buzzing around. dancing merrily, now that there aren’t any troublemaker children left to trap them.

satoru lets go of your hand, to roll up his sleeves. the hems of his pants. then he’s taking a step forward, dangerously close to the edge of the river, and you can tell what he’s thinking.

“ah — wait —“ you stumble forward, to grab hold of his arm. a worried crease forms between your brows. “that's dangerous, satoru. you could slip and fall.”

he turns to face you, a teasing mirth in his eyes. smirking lightly. “oh? is that so?” he hums, a slight tilt of his head. then he’s stepping closer, so close you feel his warm breath on your skin, but you will yourself not to step back. “wanna know what i think?”

he leans forward, just a little further, warm air brushing against the shell of your ear. flushing beneath it. his voice comes out low, a sleepy lilt, dangerously raspy. hand ghosting over your waist.

”i think you’re too scared to get in.”

you blink.

”… really?” you deadpan, stepping back a tad. satoru looks pleased with himself. awfully amused.

“really,” he purrs. “you were always like that. could barely dip your toes in without shivering.” he reaches out to pinch your cheek, a coo on the tip of his tongue. ”scaredy-cat.”

you raise your brow. unimpressed.

satoru steps back. inching closer to the river, until a quiet splash tells you that he’s standing in the water. lapping up his bare legs, not enough to even reach his knees — it felt a lot scarier when you were smaller. he’s still holding your hand, very loosely, fingertips ghosting your own. 

“c’mon,” he coaxes. soft, encouraging, a playful glimmer in his eyes. teeth catching the light of the moon. “or is it too much for my brave knight to handle?”

satoru laughs, when you furrow your brows, attempting to hide the flush of your cheeks. a warmth spreads through your chest at the term of endearment, and you bite your lip. melting a little. 

his knight.

“.. fine,” you tangle your fingers in his own. sighing deeply, taking a tentative step forward. “just be careful, okay? i don't want to deal with your whining if you hit your head.”

“ah, but you’d kiss it better, no? if i asked?” he flashes you a honeyed grin, eyes rich with amusement. you hope the darkness of the night is enough to hide the red of your ears.

a grumble buzzes in your throat, locked behind your pursed lips.

the man in front of you softens. he says your name; slowly, thoughtfully, as if savouring every syllable. dragging them out, speaking with a lilt that tells you he’s being sincere. “loosen up. it’s just you and me.”

so you do.

and it’s odd. how easy it is to get lost in him, the watercolour of his eyes, the brightness of his grin. how pliantly you let him whisk you away. before you know it, you’re playing in the water — because satoru splashed you, laughing at the shock on your face and the shiver of your spine, and you had no choice but to retaliate. 

the sound of his laughter fills the air, sweet and bubbly. deep and giddy. strands of hair stick to his wet skin, droplets running down his neck, but his grin never falters. bright and toothy, boyish. he looks younger than you ever remember him being. like there’s no weight on his shoulders, none at all, only soaked fabric weighing him down. 

you think it’s ridiculous, two grown adult splashing each other like children. but his melodic giggles are contagious, and before you know it, you’re laughing too — and satoru looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. through dewy eyelashes, with cerulean eyes that melt into the pale blue of the moon and the silver of the river. filled with wonder.

a particularly ruthless splash knocks him off balance, and he has the instinct to reach for your arm; stumbling, slipping, dragging you down with him. you land on his chest, cheek against his neck, his pulse against your skin. erratic, joyous. fluttering happily.

his chest is heaving. lifting you up and down, a little, rhythmic and comforting. 

a sudden yelp slips past your lips, as you get snapped back into reality, into the realization that you basically just pushed your own prince into a river and used his unfairly soft chest as a cushion. a mumbled string of apologies escapes you, as you attempt to get up, scrambling to find footing.

but satoru wraps his arms around you. tucking you under his chin, keeping you flush against his chest. nice and still. 

and then he sighs. a blissful little breath, fatigue seeping out of him. into the air. 

“stay like this, for a bit,” he rasps. ”it’s okay.”

his heartbeat resounds in your ear. warm and rapid, like claps of thunder, coaxing you into closing your eyes. satoru has always felt so very safe. the water of the river is cold, seeping through the fabric of your clothing and sticking to your skin, but…

(he’s warm.)

silence. and then, a whisper; frail, slipping past his lips, gently slicing the silence in half. softer than you've ever heard him speak.

“i missed this.”

…

nuzzling into his neck, you breathe him in. he smells like sandalwood and dried roses, buzzing with warmth, heavy arms around your waist. solid. when did he get so big? you used to be taller. 

but that was a long time ago, now.

“… me too.”

“missed you,” he continues, his jaw on the top of your head. it’s a sincere confession; childlike in its innocence. “missed hearing you laugh like that. feels like it’s been so long.” 

you stay silent. unsure of what to say. satoru continues, and you let his husky voice carry you away, the tremor of his chest running through your entire body. soothing like a lullaby. 

”we haven't had much time together, lately. i’ve been worried,” he admits, and something about it strikes you as rather sheepish. a little ashamed. ”it bothers me that i can't be there to watch over you. make sure you're treated with respect, you know.”

a sleepy chuckle. muffled into his shoulder, almost a scoff — slightly exasperated. little droplets cling to his skin, sticking to your lips.

”relax, father,” you tease. ”i promise the other knights aren’t bullying me.” 

satoru pouts. you can hear it, when he speaks. ”i’m serious,” he exhales, squeezing you a little. ”and it’s not them i’m worried about. suguru’s there.”

another scoff threatens to escape your throat. you want to tell him the only knight that should be suspected of bullying you is suguru himself, but before you can even think to part your lips satoru beats you to it.

”they all treat you so carelessly.” there’s something cold to his voice, an irritation tugging at his teeth. oddly seething. ”like you exist to serve them. like you’re disposable.” 

a moment passes, heavy with a silence so thick you don’t dare break it. when he speaks again, it’s an order. a demand. 

”i want you to tell me if they go too far.”

silence. again. you can do nothing but gnaw at the flesh of your bottom lip. 

(he isn’t wrong. but that’s simply what it means to be a knight — half-human, half-weapon. an unattainable ideal. 

when a weapon breaks under the force of a slash, the only choice is to throw it away. that much you know.)

”it’s fine. i’m not that fragile,” you weakly protest, but it’s not enough. satoru huffs.

”you’re a human being,” he reminds you. strangely stern, for once. chastising. ”you deserve to be treated with respect. knight or not. fragile or not.”

a deep inhale. he breathes in, and the rise of his chest carries you with it. his voice buzzes with something, a slumbering kind of fury. one you haven’t heard in years. 

“if anyone gives you trouble — if anyone hurts you… if anyone makes you feel unsafe,” he almost spits the words, like they’re venomous, sacrilegious. a “tell me. i’ll destroy them.”

a chuckle.

that’s all you can manage; that one meek little breath. resisting the urge to cower, at the love that clings to every word he speaks. angered affection. a promise, dangerously genuine, like a growing wildfire.

”i can take care of myself,” you remind him. hoping it’ll soothe him. ”you know that.”

but his grip around you only tightens. gentle, even still. as if you’re made of glass, a firefly cupped in his palms. he lets the silence linger, for a moment.

and then; 

“i’d do it, you know.”

a questioning hum. “do what?” you ask, though some part of you already knows. 

satoru’s reply is instantaneous. an arrow hitting its target, cold and concise, decisive. frighteningly honest. almost a growl, flattened, a hint of teeth behind his soft lips. ”destroy them. anyone.”

”i’d tear this nation apart if you asked me to.”

…

(ah. that look in his eyes — one you remember well. strung together with blurred memories, the sting of a palm on your cheek, a castle maid you never saw again.)

you search for the words. biting back a gulp, hesitant. “… i wouldn’t.”

“i know.” satoru yawns, breathing you in, voice shifting back into the softness you’re so used to. your shoulders relax. “but i would. if that’s what you wanted.”

and it’s a little scary, the depths of his devotion. but you’re almost certain you’d do the same for him. maybe you're both a little sick in the head, a little too eager to serve your hearts on a silver platter.

“it bothers me, you know.” satoru breaks you out of your thoughts. gentle, a soft lull of his tongue. ”when you get hurt. when you fight for me.”

“i know,” you murmur. you’ve seen it in his eyes, a worry he’s not as good at hiding as he thinks. ”i want to, though.”

“and i want you to be safe.” a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, just a little bit rueful. “you never listen, do you? so stubborn, i swear. always worrying me.”

you bite down on your lip. he sounds… a little sad.

“… sorry.”

after a moment’s pause, he shakes his head. cradling you close. “it’s fine. i’m here. always,” his palm runs down the small of your back. ”in case anything happens.”

he inhales. ”and when i become king —” a beat. he swallows thickly. ”you’ll never have to worry again. no one will be able to touch you.”

”satoru,” you crack a small smile. amused. raising a single eyebrow. ”i’m not worried. i can protect myself.”

”i know. but i’m saying you don’t have to.”

and then he’s pulling back. just a little bit, just enough to see you. cheek smushed against his chest, comfortable and soft, more unguarded than he’s seen you these past few months. it’s enough to get his heart racing.

enough to have him reaching out, fingertips ghosting over your hand, tangling your fingers together. bringing it to his plump lips. a chaste kiss, brimming with devotion.

”— i’ll protect you forever,” he vows. ”remember?”

there’s devotion in his eyes. heavy, a vow he’ll never quite be able to voice in full. something that makes the blue of his eyes glow even brighter, cerulean, aquamarine, a blue so jarring it makes your heart beat faster than it should.

you blink. starstruck, caught in a daze, lost within that sea of blue. distracted by his warm breath on your cold skin, a soft whisper voiced against your knuckle. something shy blossoms in your chest, enough to have you averting your gaze. 

“.. you really don’t care about the dynamic here, do you?” is all you can reply. a meek scoff, a weak attempt at hiding how flustered you are. “i’m the knight. i’m your protector.”

“oh, i know.” a smile sticks to his lips, playful, the back of his hand caressing your cheek. a coo on his tongue. “my little hero. what would i ever do without you?”

a roll of your eyes. satoru chuckles. in the distance, you hear crickets chirping, a breeze rustling the lilac bushes all around you. he’s still cradling your cheek, smoothing over your wet skin, brushing a drop of water away with his thumb. clinging to your bottom eyelash.

“i don't get it, though.”

you blink. when you meet his eyes, satoru looks a little perplexed. muttering under his breath, absently rubbing circles over your cheekbone. you resist the urge to close your eyes again, and bite back a blissful sigh.

”a prince shouldn’t care for his knight…” he repeats, like he’s heard the string of words a million times before. ”the idea of that. i don’t understand it. never have.”

the smile that blossoms on his lips is soft, indescribably so, as if he’s looking at the most precious thing in his life. rich and warm, like wine in your veins, nectar on your tongue, a chest pressed against your own. dripping with fondness.

satoru tilts his head, as if in confusion — but he’s smiling. “what’s so strange about wanting to protect the one dearest to my heart?” 

…

his hand slips from your skin, a warmth leaving your cheek. only to search for your hand, again, cradling it in his larger palm. placing it right over his chest, against the soaked material of his blouse. ”feel that?”

you do. a rhythmic rise and fall, a soft flutter from the depths of his ribcage. as if it’s itching to break out, out of the cage that binds it, the hardened shell around it. a heart too big for his body.

”it’s you,” satoru whispers. ”all for you.”

a moment passes.

silently, you lean forward; tucking yourself into his neck. into that comforting warmth, wet skin beginning to dry, a steady thrum of his heart right by your ear. you listen. not saying a word, afraid of what might leave the confines of your strangled throat. it feels as if your heart has begun to crawl upwards, sweet honey blocking your airways, and all you can do it feel it pulse. 

all while satoru gazes at you, fondly. placing a big palm on the back of your head.

fireflies dance in the distance. strings of lilacs bloom under the glow of the moon. and satoru’s heartbeat never changes, never falls out of tune, a sound you would recognize even if the world were to end. the sound that saved you, the boy who dragged you out of hell. into his light. 

satoru gojo is everything. he’s the beat of your heart, the silver of your sword, the reason you believe in goodness. he’s your prince, your favorite person, and you’ll protect him until your very last breath. until the world runs out of oxygen.

a boy so sweet you’d die for him.

(a boy so sweet he wouldn’t want you to.)

a shiver runs down his spine — sudden, a shudder of his bones, and a quiet little sniffle. you feel it, hear it, and don’t attempt to bite back the fond smile that slips into the curve of your lips.

”c’mon,” you beckon, almost a coo, placing your palms on his chest to hoist yourself up. ”let’s go back.”

but satory shakes his head. and then he traps you again, strong arms around your waist, pressing you against him. you could escape — you’re almost certain you’re stronger — but you don’t quite have the heart to. ”it’s fine,” he huffs. almost a whine. ”stay.”

”you’ll get sick.”

”i never get sick.”

a deep exhale. tumbling from your lips, just a little bit humorous. mostly exasperated. ”that can change,” you mumble, fingertips tapping against his exposed skin.

a smile. one you can’t see, but you hear it clear as day. he sounds content, like he’s got everything he needs right in front of him. ”some things never change,” he hums. pleased. ”just look at us.”

and he’s right. so you don’t say anything else. 

but your heartbeat quickens, only for a beat or two, and you’re almost certain he feels it. if he does, he opts not to tease you for once, and you’re grateful. and so the silence lingers. as if time has begun to freeze, into an eternal dusk, a string of silent seconds. broken only by low melodic chirping from the faraway fields, soft breaths in your ear. 

until satoru suddenly chuckles.

“hey,” he hums, shifting a little, the river swaying around you. pulling back to meet your gaze, eyes crinkled and voice raspy. “wanna know a secret?”

you raise your head. a dubious look on your face, one that has him breathing out an amused puff of air, like you’re getting ready to hear a bad joke. “... what is it?”

before the words have fully left your throat, he’s resting his forehead against your own — breath fanning over your lips. a pleasant shiver trails down your spine, at the close proximity, goosebumps spreading across your chilled skin. only exacerbated by the whisper that follows, so quiet you almost don’t know if you heard him correctly. childlike in its sincerity. a sunlaced smile woven in between the vowels.

“i think i was born to meet you.”

(a sentiment so sweet you barely even feel the warmth of his lips meeting yours.)

[theprettyarachnid]

about this idea where there is no viktor in the arcane, but a reader in his place, and if it were the opposite, Jayce wouldn't exist but the reader, who has feelings for viktor.

a/n: of course, i have to feed the viktor simps anyway ahahah

also i’m wrote the first half on my phone for the first time in months because i didnt have my computer so PLEASE excuse any weird typos or formatting, thanks babes

warnings: viktor kinda being a shit

🕷 Both of you are very work-oriented, so it took you for a turn when you started having feelings for your fellow colleague

🕷 You try not to entertain these feelings, this stupid crush, because Viktor would most likely never feel the same

🕷 So instead you decide to focus on your work and hide your feelings as much as possible

🕷 I know a lot of people see Viktor as the oblivious type when it comes to people’s romantic feelings but I feel like he just chooses to ignore them instead sorry sky

🕷 But since it’s his lab partner, he notices the change in behavior almost immediately and wants to know what’s up

🕷 After all this time working together, Viktor knows you better than you know yourself

🕷 He knows about your small habits that you have that others may not notice, such as you play with your hair when you’re nervous or pick at your lips

🕷 He knows picky you are about how your coffee tastes and memorized how to make it just the way you like it

🕷 Jesus, Viktor even knows about your sleeping habits because of the countless nights you two spent at the lab until morning

🕷 Although you usually end up passing out by 4

🕷 Viktor studied human behavior while working under Heimerdinger so it doesn’t take very long for him to catch on

🕷 When two and two came together, he would doubt himself at first mainly because of his own self-destructive tendencies and low self-esteem

🕷 Thoughts like “why would they be interested in me?” would be going through his head

🕷 deep down he would be kind of flustered at the idea though even if he didn’t show it

🕷 Because Viktor would want to make sure that he was right, he’d test his theory out

🕷 You would be hunched over your desk at some unholy hour when Viktor noticed you nodding off

🕷 "you know, it isn't the safest idea to be working in a lab while half asleep"

🕷 He would be leaning over you, his breath touching your neck, with his hand on your shoulder

🕷 You didn't realize he was that close until you turned your head

🕷 Your face would get hot as you tried to form some kind of sentence which told Viktor all he needed to know

🕷 He was right

🕷 After that, he started to notice more and more little things that you did

🕷 Viktor would often catch you staring at him while he was working or staring at the chalkboard with the corner of his eyes

🕷 He started noticing the blankets that would be draped over him when he woke up on his desk

🕷 Most importantly, you didn't treat him any differently from anyone else

🕷 Well you did, but not in the way he was used to

🕷 You didn't pity him like so many Piltover citizens did or look at him like he was some kind of beaten puppy

🕷 That's what Viktor liked the most

🕷 That's also when Viktor began liking you back

🕷 Whenever you two caught each other staring, you both would just quietly laugh and get back to work with small blushes on your faces

🕷 It would go on like this for awhile, just glances between you two or light touches on the shoulder

🕷 You two never acted awkward around each other fortunately but that was mainly because you two were so use to each other's presence

🕷 It wasn't until you and Viktor had a breakthrough with Hextech that he kissed you

🕷 When he pulled, realizing what he'd done, he would start apologizing with a blush on his face

🕷 "i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking.. that was inappropriate of-"

🕷 Viktor would shut up when you kiss his cheek though with a smile

🕷 He'd kiss you again after that

[nemir]

it’s quest loving hours

just some random headcanons & things that remind me of him that, for some reason, refuse to leave my brain. you do not have to agree with them, they are purely for me & anyone else who wants to enjoy them uwu also i’ll put it under a cut because long post is long.

--» because you both tend to work the night shift (or just long days in general), you don’t have a lot of time in the day to do things so you’re doing groceries at 10pm on a thursday, dr’s appointments are scheduled for like 3:45pm. last showing at the movies. late-night dinners at the sports bar. --» in the same vein; late night laundromat visits. super super liminal space hours and it’s as if only you two exist in the entire world on these nights & neither of you would have it any other way. you throw balled-up socks at each other, race in the wheely-basket things, dancing up and down the aisles of dryers. sometimes he’ll go out and have a smoke (not very often, since he technically quit. but the weeks where work has been especially rough, he allows himself a bit of stress relief) and you just watch him from inside; you hate the habit but lord he looks so good with a smoke in hand, taking a long drag, the other hand running through his hair. he closes his eyes and leans his head back to exhale. --» rainy summer nights. the lights reflecting off the puddles in the streets, the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car. you’re parked in a field outside of town watching a thunderstorm roll in. --» bob ross paint-along’s for date night. or just for fun. this poor man hardly has an artistic bone in his body (he’s a writer, not a painter) but the effort is there and it’s adorable sitting there, watching him hyperfocused on his canvas, tongue sticking out a bit as he’s lost in the creative process. he also 100% almost takes a sip from the rinse cup. --» 80s music. 80s coming-of-age movies. i just have this feeling in my gut that he would’ve consumed that shit growing up; his mom probably loved all those iconic films. pretty in pink, sixteen candles, breakfast club. he would look amazing in acid wash denim and you can NOT change my mind. lots of hand-me-down clothes from his dad/grandpa or something, from that era. --» dude absoLUTELY grew up in a 80s decorated house. im talkin’, grandma’s house. golden girls type of shit. wicker furniture. BLACK. BATHROOM. FIXTURES. UGH WHY DID THOSE EXIIIIIIIIST. guest bathroom was beach themed with a blue toilet. even though he was born in like ‘91/-’92, does not matter. --» stationary collector. i mean we all been knew, this man loves his pens. but he can’t not grab a new notebook when you’re at walmart/target/whatever. will buy new pens and sharpies and the like, even when he absolutely does not need them. complains that he has no where to put them all, but he’s afraid to use them (and no this is not me projecting shut the fucK UP) --» carnivals at night. unsurprisingly good at the games where you gotta shoot something (JFKLDJFD) and wins you the biggest prize which he is then forced to carry for the rest of the night because he HAD to do it immediately. i dont take him much for a rides kinda guy though, mostly games and the food OH MAN candied apples, caramel corn, funnel cake, those lil mini donuts. it’s the time he gets to treat himself (and you). but just all the bright lights, colours, the bass-y pop music from the rides that gets more muffled as you walk further away.  --» those winter nights when it’s pin-drop quiet, the sky is almost purple. it’s snowing and the snowflakes are big and fluffy. the snow isn’t that good, sticky packing snow but that won’t stop him from scooping up a handful of powdery fluff and throwing it at you! red noses and cheeks, laughs and smiles. big floppy mittens laying over the heater as you curl up with hot chocolate. --» crocheting things for HIM. the very i d e a that you learned how (if you didnt already) and then went out of your way to make HIM something? a scarf, a hat, some slippers for his big ass feet and a HUMONGOUS sweater (gotta contain those ARMS and tiddys yknow?). he keeps that shit for EVER. even when it’s falling apart, he asks you to fix it to the best of your ability because he never wants to lose that, never wants to let go of something so precious. broken things can be fixed. --» yknow those things you can buy that’s like, “the night sky on [date]”? 100% got that for you as a gift. the night you joined the server. the night you started dating. the night you met in person. one of them is on a little pendent necklace that you never take off, which makes his heart burst every time he catches a glimpse of it. --» i feel like he grew up kinda poor, so the idea of crazy expensive frivolous gifts does not spark joy in him (there are some exceptions, of course. but it’s a big deal to him so when you DO get them you know it’s extra special), and he definitely gives ‘something made has more meaning’. he likes making things for you, as gifts. diy king. would also 100% do something cheesy like buying a bouquet of flowers, puts in one fake flower, then writes “the day the last rose dies is when i will stop loving you” on the card. --» speaking of writing things: notes in your lunchbox. both of you, though. you do it for each other. it’s so simple, but very sweet. or if one of you works the morning shift, you leave a sticky note on the mirror “have a wonderful day! i love you! xo”. --» i’d say mix tapes/burning cd’s but uhhhh LOL it’s 2022 so personalized spotify playlists. all the songs that remind him of you/you two. perfectly curated for specific date nights. when the talk of marriage comes around, he busts out a “potential first dance songs” playlist LMAO he was already ready. --» loves a good card game. im talkin crib, rummy, fuckin... this man has the most intense games of solitaire. scrabble nights. tries to beat you at trivial pursuit but you’re a master of trivia games. a lot of those nights end with some cards/game pieces scattered over the table and floor, along with some articles of clothing coughcough --» i can see him being a morning lover. mostly due to working nights. by the time you both get home, you’re exhausted and that is the very last thing on your mind. not to say it never happens! of course it does. sometimes it’s the best way to get out some uhhh frustrations from the work day. but the way the sun spills through the window and over your body just [motor revving sounds], yknow? he can’t help it. you’re so... fucking ethereal.

[finn-writes-stuff]

Greetings! I was currently reading the Heisenberg with a Chubby s/o one....and would like to ask how Donna, Alcina and Miranda (if ya don't write her then our beloved Fishman) react with a Chubby s/o?

When I wrote this originally it didnt save 😔.

Also I havent the slightest idea how to write Miranda, I'm sorry :(

Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Salvatore Moreau x Reader

Donna Beneviento

Donna is quite skin and bones, shes very thin and lanky.

So this means that A) She produces little body heat and B) she uses you as a personal heater.

Shes a bit awkward when complimenting you cause she'll stumble over her words but she does like letting you know how attractive you are.

Angie has no perception of societal beauty standards and will bite you if you insult your appearance.

She will full attack anyone else that insults you. Donna will not stop her.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is very curvy and warm and she would fight anyone who ever body shamed you.

She doesnt treat you any different dependent on your figure, you're gorgeous either way.

If you have stretch marks, she thinks they're quite pretty.

She has fat and stretch marks too and she's very confident in herself. (As she should be)

If you have any self esteem problems, they will get better over time.

She does not let you insult yourself. And she rewards you when you compliment yourself

Salvatore Moreau

Hes thinks you're gorgeous.

Like? Sal would be such a devoted partner.

He does not care about your figure, of the mans in love with you, you're more beautiful than all the stars in the sky to him.

He likes the fact that you're soft though, it makes cuddling with you very nice.

Soft fish man❤

He would fully murder anyone that shamed you for your appearance.

Or insulted you at all really.

He's a pushover when his family insults him, but when anyone insults you? Not happening.