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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 11

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Wednesday Morning

“This is fucking nuts” Kiyana muttered as she placed her head in her hands. Her house was in absolute chaos this morning. Kairo was teething so he was grumpier than normal and Kamari and Kaiden were upset that their dad wasn’t there. Since Josh was getting more popular within the WWE Universe, he was starting to get requested to do more WWE Live tours. He had left Monday night for the UK while he did tell the boys that he wouldn’t be home until Friday, it must’ve slipped their tiny minds.

Kamari and Kaiden had rushed down the stairs after brushing their teeth only to find the downstairs guest bedroom empty. Kiyna watched with bated breath as their little feet ran into the kitchen, their little faces scrunched up in confusion, looking exactly like carbon copies of their father. Kamari looked towards the glass sliding doors, his eyes widening as if he had a eureka moment and dashed towards the door, pushing the curtain out the way only to let out a sigh of frustration as he saw the backyard was empty too. Kamari then turned and looked at Kiyana.

“Where’s my dad?” He muttered and he walked over to the table to sit down next to his baby brother, who was in the high chair starting to get fussy again as he chewed on his hand..” Kiyana sighed and grabbed both of their plates off the kitchen counter and brought it over to the table. Once she sat the plates down Kaiden, who had been sulkily looking out of the glass door, came over and sat down so he could eat.

“He’s still on the road, Bean.” Kiyana said softly.

“What! Who's gonna take me to school?” Kamari, dropped his fork and folded his arms over his chest with a scowl that could rival his fathers. While Kamari was sulking, Kaiden started to cry. Kaiden’s crying was like a domino effect. Kaiden’s crying had triggered Kairo and he started wailing, reaching his arms out for his momma and while Kamari was usually her tough child, she even saw a couple of tears slip down his cheeks.

Kiyana sighed before scooping Kairo out of his highchair and grabbing one of her dining room chairs and moving it between her two older boys and pulling them into her lap comfortably. She quickly pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Josh who responded almost immediately.

To - Boys Dad: Hey, are you busy? From - Boys Dad: For you never Incoming FaceTime Call from BOYS DAD

Kiyana answered and the smile that was on Josh’s face quickly dropped. “Aye, what's with all the tears?” All three boys immediately looked towards the phone at the sound of their dads voice. “Wassup y’all?”

“Who's gonna take me to school?” Kamari repeated his question from earlier, taking the phone out of Kiyana’s hand and holding it himself.

“Grandma’ is coming to take you. We had this conversation Monday night, Bean. remember at dinner?” Josh let out a sigh when his sons continued to cry. “I’m sorry. I’ll be home Friday night okay.” She watched as her boys' tear-streaked faces softened slightly upon hearing their dad's reassurance. “And we can do whatever y’all want to do. Y’all got me for three whole days before I have to leave again.”

Kamari and Kaiden reluctantly nodded their heads, their crying had eased up. “Alright y’all finish breakfast before Grandma gets here.” Kiyana said softly, pressing a kiss on Kamari and Kaiden’s heads. The boys nodded and blew their dad kisses before getting off of their mothers lap and eating their -now cold pancakes.

Kiyana took Kairo upstairs to get him dressed so he could go with her mother as well. She was still on the phone with Josh who bit his lip as he looked at her through the screen. “What?” She asked after placing Kairo in his crib with some toys so she could find him an outfit. She set the phone up to where as though she didn’t have to hold it.

“I feel like shit now, Key.” His voice came through the phone.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit Josh.” She shot back defensively. “I just thought them seeing you would calm them down and it did.” She grabbed Kairo a couple of outfits out of his closet and started packing his diaper bag. She heard Josh smack his teeth.

“I’m not blaming you, Kiyana damn. I'm just saying I feel like shit because I know they’re used to seeing me there on Wednesdays.” Kiyana sighed and picked up Kairo and brought him over to the changing table so she could start getting him dressed. “I miss them like crazy.”

“They miss you too..”

“What about you? Do you miss me?” Kiyana sighed and tried to fight the smile from coming on her face. Something happened between them on Monday night. She didn’t know if it was just her emotions running on high or the fact that she actually missed him but she actually initiated the kiss between them. She was the one to pull him closer to her and he was the one who stopped it from going to far.

“You alright?” Josh asked her as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes dropping down to her ass that was encased in a pair of tight black biker shorts. Kiyana nodded as she finished loading the dishwasher.

“Yeah, I'm just exhausted. The boys sleeping?”

“Yeah, they rocked.” He laughed and walked closer to her leaning his hip against the counter so he was facing her. “You not mad at me right?”

“No, I'm not mad at you. I’m just..” She sighed and shrugged, “I just don’t wanna lose my job over this.” She whispered and Josh nodded, now feeling guilty for losing his temper earlier.

“He put his hands on you Kiyana. He needed to be dealt with.” Kiyana felt the tear slip down her face and before she could wipe it away, Josh stepped closer to her and cupped her cheeks in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.”

"I know," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I never wanted you to get involved."

Josh shook his head gently, his eyes locked on hers. "Kiyana, divorced or not, you're still important to me. And I wasn't about to let that bitch put his hands on you.” Kiyana sucked in a deep breath and she stood there, staring into Josh’s eyes. Josh’s eyes dropped down to her lips.

Kiyana felt her heart rate spike and before she knew it, she was leaning up on her tippy toes connecting her lips to his. Kiyana and Josh both moaned into the kiss as it deepened. Josh gripped the back of thighs and lifted her up, placing her on the counter without breaking their kiss.

Josh’s hands roamed over Kiyana’s body, his touch sending shivers down her spine as she arched into him. Their kiss deepened even further, as she opened her legs wider and started to pull his shirt over his head. He broke the kiss so he could take his shirt off.

“Wait,” He panted out as she pulled him back towards her. “Key, wait.” He muttered as she started kissing on his neck. “Key, fuck.” He muttered out as she moaned into his skin when she started to grind her hips against his erection. He placed his hands on her hips, using all of his strength to stop her from grinding on him. “I don’t want you to regret this when you wake up in the morning.” He grunted out as he pushed himself away from her.

She nodded her head, her eyes glistening with a mix of desire and disappointment. She took a deep breath, steadying herself on the counter. "You're right," she whispered, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“You aint got nothing to be sorry for Key.” He grabbed his shirt off the kitchen floor and put it back on before looking down at his watch and cursing. “Fuck, I gotta go finish packing.” She nodded and hopped off the counter and followed him to the front door. “I’ll see you on Friday okay.”

“Key, you still with me?” She jumped as she heard Josh’s voice call out to her. As she looked over at the phone she could see the hickey that she left on his neck. “Kiyana?”

“Yeah I'm still here.” She whispered, licking her lips. “And Yes, I do miss you.”

“Good, because I miss you too.”

Kiyana kept her head down as she went to the nurses station, ignoring the stares of her co-workers who had undoubtedly heard about the ass whooping Josh put on Elijah.

“Don’t yall have work to do?” Debra asked, startling the two nurses who were staring at Kiyana and whispering back and forth with each other. “Go on, shoo.” She said, motioning them along with a roll of her eyes. “They acting like they never seen someone get their ass whooped before. How was your two days off?”

Kiyana chucked and swiveled her chair so she was facing Debra. “It was cool. Felt like old times again, just me and my boys.”

“And Josh?” Debra asked, being her nosey self and Kiyana bit her lip and shrugged.

“I mean he was there too. The boys wouldn’t let him leave.” Debra let out a ‘hmm’ and Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“I’m just saying, it was hella cute how he went after Dr. Daniels for you.”

“Ms Deb…” Key trailed off with a roll of her eyes.

“And Seeing y’all standing next to each other.” She whistled and flagged herself with her hand. “Y’all one hot couple.”

“That got a divorce for a reason..”

Debra raised an eyebrow, sensing Kiyana's discomfort. "I get it, I get it," she said, her voice softening. "But seriously though, it must've been nice having some time off with your boys. You needed that."

“Yeah I really did.” She whispered, biting her lip as another flash of her and Josh kissing popped in her head.

Kiyana went through the rest of the day thinking about Josh; she had to stop herself from texting him about six different times. Instead she texted Samara who called her and literally laughed on the phone. Kiyana had hung up on her… she was not in the mood.

As she walked back towards her station after her lunch break she was floored to see a beautiful bouquet waiting near where she normally sat. Debra gave her a teasing smile and nodded her head towards the card. Kiyana rolled her eyes and picked the card up, her heart hammering in her chest as she started to read it.

I can’t apologize enough for what I did to you, to us. But being with you the other day, I realized how much I fucked up and I hope you can find it in you to give me a chance to fix everything. Ps. sorry us Fatu men keep giving you a hard time. Love Josh

soooo.. what do you guys think? Y'all thonk Kiyana is gonna forgive him for the afffair? Or y'all think she just gone use him to get her rocks off lol?

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wheeloffortune-design · 1 year

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So, about the greek muses, I have a whole theory about why we don't need to adapt them to newer forms of art like cinema and cartoons or just illustration or sculpture.

You have some of them that seem outdated, like Polyhymnia with sacred poetry, or why is there a muse of Astronomy, that's not an art (Urania baby I didn't mean it).

So well, my theory is that the muses are not the patrons of the ways we create, but of the reasons we create.

Calliope, epic poetry: Tales of combat, wars and adventure, sculpture of heroes, action movies, action videogames.

Erato, lyric poetry: For emotions, all the emotions. This is what inspire romance stories, sad tales, political slam poetry, etc.

Polyhymnia, sacred poetry: The sacred, may it be religious or spiritual, has always been a source of inspiration for artists and creators.

Melpomene, tragedy: Listen, life is hard and you die at the end, here's an opera, a sad novel, a statue of someone holding their dead son.

Thalia, comedy: What are you talking about, life is hilarious. Here, have a comic, a cartoon, and a limerick.

Clio, History: Doesn't seem like an art, but recording History, rewriting it, reimagining it, has been an inspiration for great paintings at the Louvres, to documentaries on Netflix, to that one novel you're writing set in 1865 where you spent so long researching to get the details right.

Urania (astronomy): The stars are beautiful, the moon deserves sonnets, but in a larger approach, the universe is vast and immense and so, so inspiring.

Euterpe (music) and Terpischore (dance):.. Music and dance don't need a reason, they exist just to exist. They inspire each other.

This list is not exhaustive, you are not limited to one muse, most creations find inspiration from many things at the same time.

So, next time you're at the village market place, think about how many goats you'll need to sacrifice to be sure they keep inspiring you.

#greek muses

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 11 months

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Happy 28th! Here is my October 2023 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. Enjoy!

Babydoll Blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (111k)

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis’ biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow (72k)

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

Every Kind of Way by halos_boat / @halohamilton (68k)

"This shouldn't have happened so many times..." Louis trails off, dropping his head into his hands.

He hears Harry shuffle across the mattress until he's behind Louis, forehead meeting Louis' back as he let's out a heavy exhale, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form down his spine.

"He's my best friend," Louis continues, "and you're his ex."

"I know," Harry says quietly.

"Why can't I resist you?" Louis whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

"For the same reason I can't resist you," Harry says, voice rough and throaty.

The kind-of friends with benefits AU where Harry lands up in the same group of friends as Louis after Louis' best friend dates Harry for a year. The first time they hook up, they agree it won't happen again. But when they do it again and decide on a casual arrangement, feelings start to get involved, and things get complicated.

Adore You by isthatyoularry / @isthatyoularry (66k)

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Mirror Touch by pink_heaven19 (58k)

“You know I can see colors in sounds, right?”

Harry nods, confused as Louis knew he would be.

“Well, I have another type of synesthesia, called mirror-touch. Have you heard of it?”

Harry shakes his head, and Louis can feel the tenseness in his shoulders and jaws slacking a little at the unexpected topic.

“It means I feel what other people feel. Literally, all the time.”

OR the one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

Where the Tide Takes You, I Will Follow by pinkcords / @pinkcords (53k)

There’s no way around his departure, their inevitable fate. Harry will leave and he will return to London and when he sits in his new flat, wherever it might be, he will think of this summer and the warmth the sun brought him and the way it felt to be loved. He will compare all his future relationships to Louis and when they fall short, he will be disappointed. Harry knows this.

Or, Louis lives in Gloucester and Harry tries to find a way to stay.

Home Calls the Heart by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (44k)

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad.

He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

A romcom au.

2 A.M. Texts by everysingleday / @sun-lt (30k)

Harry has just come out and, with his best friend Louis’ support, he might finally be brave enough to go on a date with the guy he’s been chatting with on a dating app. Meanwhile, there’s a cat that wants to murder Louis, a fast-approaching deadline for Harry to find a new place to live, and this minor situation wherein he and Louis can’t seem to stop making out. It’s not a big deal. Louis is just being supportive.

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aka, a practice kissing fic.

That Shirt You Hate by isthatyoularry / @isthatyoularry (15k)

“Soph,” Louis says to his female executive assistant. “I’m making more money than ever, and I have just realised that I have no one to spend it on.”

At thirty years old, Louis is past halfway to becoming a billionaire, and he needs to find the one. He literally stumbles upon his university sweetheart.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fic rec #2023 fic rec #trackinghappily #trackinghome #hlcreators #monthly fic rec #1dficvillage #read

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meteor752 · 11 months

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Episode 6 and 7 thoughts

This will now be a regular thing

Also im writing this as I go

Episode 6

So Izzy thought Ed was Roach. Huh. Does he and Roach talk regularly? <- Coming from a Rizzy shipper

“Do weeeee?” Fang I love you

Oh my god, Frenchie and Jim coming to Ed and Stede like they’re kids asking if their cousins can sleep over

The crew going shoppiiiiiiiiing!!!

Frenchie’s lil dancey dance added many years to my life

Ed being nice and giving kids mon- oh never mind, oh that’s a knife okay. Ed never have kids please

“Don’t pirate kids” well listen okay I don’t have HBO Max it’s the only way I can watch this show

MY QUEEN

Wee John you’re so beautiful and amazing and we don’t deserve you

Jim’s lil mustache, like yeah me too <- Non-Binary person

Stede looks so happy about seeing Wee John!! He’s so proud of his son!

Izzy is gorgeous. I’m actually so happy to see him explore more sides of himself, and to find things he can indulge in. This whole season has really just been Izzy’s big therapy arc

His hair makes him look a bit like Cinderella’s evil stepmother though

Oh he can sing too! Izzy!!! <- A person who did not like Izzy in season one

Wee John X Izzy? Roach X Fang?

YO THE

POLYCULE DANCING?!

Ed protecting Stede….just, immediately putting him behind himself…I just…

I rewatched that clip five times

“Because I only hang out with cool pirates” Stede’s face!!! He’s just like Oh Snapppp

Despite it all, Stede and Ed are still the cutest couple that has ever graced the TV screen. Like hell yeah, make fun of people together!

Ed keeps being protective…..okay I need a moment…

Roach you’re a lunatic and I love you

“Whatever this is it’s just gonna turn me on” Izzy you’re a shining star

Also I just now noticed that Black Pete and Lucius aren’t there. I’m guessing they eloped somewhere and are currently taking care of their adopted cat

Nope okay, literally the second I unpaused there they are. That’s the worst timing

Hell yeah my dudes, I hope you broke whatever bed you used

“I’m just doing it for the lolz” Yeah that’s sounds like something someone from the 1700s would say

I know this is a pirate ship but why do they just have so many knives and swords laying about

Who is this fanged torture queen, and how do I acquire her number?

Stede remains best employer, while Aziraphale is the best landlord. Can these two people just run the world please and thank you

Hell Cat Maggie is my soulmate

I feel like there needs to be a pirate workers union

The crew of the revenge is the best found family of all time

Stede Bonnet can rival Steven Universe in reforming villains, like he’s just such a genuinely nice dude

“Alright gang! Let’s talk profit sharing”

Oh protective Stede, alright let’s go mate defend your mans

Okay but why is Stede kinda 👀 in this scene

Oh Stede, love…

OH THEY FAWHKING

That French? Izzy speaks french?

I want to see that man get dicked down

I guess the revenge now has a pet goat

Episode 7

Okay Ed is a soft boy again, aight

NO NOT THE LEATHER JACKET

The anime toast in mouth thing. He’s officially been baby girl for a long while, but we’re really solidifying it

OH THEY FUCKED

Isn’t there an anime where a mob boss becomes a house wife? Yeah that’s Ed

Oh we’re telling him about the mermaid fantasy, okay

Izzy what the fuck, you’re amazing

“He’s jealous” my darling

The polycule is going strong, and I love the absolute lack of jealousy. This is the best representation I have ever had

Oh they’re going on a date! That’s so sweet actually

It’s really sweet that they’re talking about their time apart

Stede’s famous now? Good for him!

I need to stop falling in love with every pirate lady In this show. That being said, I hope we see more of the fangirl lady

I’m reinforcing my claim that Stede and Ed are cuter than anything that has ever been on screen

OH MY GOD SWEDE

The Söt Och Saftig, my love. Also this far in and this is the first time the character “The Swede” actually says something in Swedish

Scammer Frenchie is back in business, love that

Jim and Archie trying to get their boyfriend set up is very sweet actually

The character development of Izzy going from wanting Ed to remain “Blackbeard” to him saying if being a softie makes him happy then he should do that, like I get it now, I know why you all love this man

OH MY FUCKING GOD STEDE

Can’t believe Stede is an official Slut now

Open communication? Like genuine conversation about their relationship, and the pace they’re taking it? Ed being honest that he’s not ready for the steps they’re taking in their relationship?

What is this argument

I live for Lucius and Black Pete’s nicknames for each other

“I’ve only known you for a few hours Bonnet, but I’d fucking die for ya” Same random dude. Same

Izzy🥹

Zheng and Olu are really cute actually

Oh my god the polycule will end my fucking life

DONT BRING ED INTO THIS ZHENG

“That was really mean” YOU TELL HER STEAK KNIFE

Protective Jim my beloved

Oh my god

Roach and Fang friendship?

Roach is the queen of self care

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bambirex · 1 year

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It's A Game We Play: Chapter 5

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 13,761 words

Chapter word count: 3,051 words

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: In which Jaskier has to deal with PVSD (post-Valdo Stress Disorder), feral goats, and three people from his past that he thought would never ever see again.

Author's notes: Jaskier deserves a break, but he isn't getting one. Sorry, my poor son. I'm continuing my stride of inflicting more emotional turmoil on these poor, unfortunate souls.

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By the time Jaskier got home, he managed to calm down a little bit. Well, he wasn't ready to commit gruesome murder anymore, but his brain was still ticking like a bomb just imagining Valdo Marx's smug grin. Why was this happening to him? What has he done to deserve this? It must have been a cruel, sick play of fate that Sara's mother happened to be best friends with the manager of Valdo's annoying theater band. Jaskier would have to sit down with her and beg her to pick someone else- surely there were other bands that wouldn't ask for millions just to play at a small wedding!

Worst case scenario, he would ask Priscilla and Essi to back him up and play some Sandpipers songs. Amaryllis specifically asked him not to play, because she wanted Jaskier there as a father, not as an employee, but desperate times called for dramatic measures. Either way, Jaskier needed to figure out a way to get rid of his rival before he ruined his beloved baby's big day.

The inn was bustling with guests at this time of the year. Each of them greeted Jaskier happily when he walked through the door. It made Jaskier smile. He had many guests who returned each year, and he saw new faces as well all the time. It was a small business, but people loved the Dandelion Inn, and its owner. Jaskier just wished the costs of holding up a place like that would be cheaper. He's been struggling with paying the bills on time lately, and since the inn was a mostly seasonal business, he had trouble scraping enough money together in the quieter months. But Jaskier promised Auntie he wouldn't let the inn fall apart, no matter what happened.

"Have you seen Amaryllis today?" Jaskier asked Angela, his receptionist. She was a sweet old lady who was hired by Auntie, and Jaskier refused to kick her out, even though she worked slowly and kept mixing up the room numbers. In fact, Jaskier refused to fire anyone from the old staff. There weren't many job opportunities on the island, and even though Jaskier struggled with the costs of keeping all the staff, he didn't want to put them out on the street.

"She had to go to the library, emergency call," Angela explained, not even looking up from her magazine. Jaskier raised an eyebrow.

"Emergency? In a library?"

"The pipes started leaking and she was called in for emergency inventory. But before that, she dropped off a girl here and said something about the goat shed, but I couldn't hear her, you know my ear isn't that good anymore, dear."

"Okay," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. "Wait, what girl? Sara?"

"No, not Sara! I would recognize her! No, it's that one, sitting at that table!"

Jaskier turned to where Angela pointed. A teenage girl with ashen blonde hair was sitting at a table in the lobby, doodling in the guest book. Jaskier didn't recognize her as one of the guests, but with his head being all over the place lately, it was entirely possible he just forgot he's seen her before.

The girl looked up from the guest book and caught Jaskier staring. She grinned and waved at him. Jaskier waved back with a smile. Yeah, must have been one of the guests. He needed to keep better track of these things.

Amaryllis did help him out at the inn when she could, but she had a job at the library and couldn't always be there. Which was a shame, because her memory was much better than Jaskier's. Unfortunately, Jaskier was getting old, he needed to accept it.

"Did Amaryllis say if she fed the goats?" He asked Angela. She didn't react.

"Angela!"

"What was that, dear? You know my hearing isn't great!"

"The goats," Jaskier said louder, articulating each word, "did Amaryllis feed them?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Jaskier sighed, slumping against the reception desk. "Great. I'll have to deal with those stinky beasts again."

Another thing Auntie entrusted him with before she died was taking care of her herd of goats. As much as Jaskier loved his aunt, he did curse her sometimes for leaving those animals in his care. He inherited the whole place: not just the inn, but the small flat connected to it where he now lived, and that godforsaken goat shed in the yard.

Jaskier was pretty sure those goats had a personal agenda against him. They were so sweet with the guests, patiently letting small children pet them. They even posed for photos. And they absolutely adored Amaryllis, who, for some reason Jaskier couldn't comprehend, loved those monsters back. Jaskier still remembered the headache when his five years old daughter toddled inside the house with a baby goat in her arms and asked Jaskier if the goat could sleep in her bed. When Jaskier said no, Amaryllis managed to smuggle it in anyway, causing Jaskier a near heart attack when he pulled back the covers one day, and found a goat in the bed instead of his child.

Despite their otherwise sweet behavior, the goats acted completely feral around Jaskier. They bit him and knocked him over constantly, and Jaskier was sure his eardrums would give in one day with how loud they kept screaming. Maybe they sensed he wasn't exactly fond of them. All the same, they were a necessary evil that came with his inheritance.

He changed his clothes quickly, because he was sure his pretty floral shirt would be ripped apart by the goats. He changed it to a simple white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before he grabbed a bucket, cursing under his breath all the way to the shed.

"First Valdo Marx, then these fucking goats," Jaskier huffed, "what's next? The aliens will come to abduct me? Fuck's sake. Emergency inventory, my god. As if they don't have several copies of War and Peace. No, let's save the books, it's all fine, who cares that I will be murdered by these monsters?"

He came to a halt before the shed, taking several deep breaths. Alright, he needed to calm down a little bit. He experienced too much stress lately with the wedding planning. Deep breaths, positive thoughts, he told himself. Everything was gonna be okay.

He opened the door and slipped inside the shed, holding the bucket out in front of him like a shield. Just like that, one of the goats, an old, black one that Jaskier was convinced was Satan himself in disguise, knocked into it, sending vegetables flying.

"Asshole," Jaskier huffed, entangling the goat's horns that got twisted in the handle of the bucket. "I brought you lunch, and that's how you thank me!?"

He heard something stir in the corner. One of the baby goats kept sniffing at a large haystack, craning its neck to look behind it. It started stomping on the floor with its hooves, the sound not helping Jaskier's impending headache.

"The hell are you doing there...?"

Jaskier's face went pale when he noticed something that looked like a human leg, pulling back behind the haystack. The blood ran cold in his veins. Someone was in his shed.

"Amaryllis?" He tried. No response came. Jaskier's heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. He slowly approached the haystack, the hairs on his arms standing on end. When he said he was gonna be abducted, he meant it as a joke!

"Who's there?" Jaskier called again, trying to will his voice not to tremble. "I have a metal bucket in my hands, it hits hard! And I have pepper spray in my pocket! And a rape whistle! I would reveal myself if I were you before it was too late, because I'm... I'm feral!"

A hand emerged from behind the haystack, palm up, as if signaling they came with peace. Jaskier still held onto the bucket, just in case.

The rest of the stranger's body was revealed. Jaskier's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape. He wobbled on his feet, white noise filling his head. His vision started to swim as amber eyes looked into his own. Familiar white hair, with a few pieces of hay stuck into it. A painfully sharp jawline, now covered with a beard. A tall, broad built, that didn't seem to change all that much since Jaskier last saw him. And he still wore black, from head to toe.

Before Jaskier had a chance to say or do anything, another figure emerged from behind the hay. Jaskier's jaw somehow dropped even lower as he spotted that reddish-blond hair, and those always inquiring blue eyes. Sharp features with thicker stubble than last time. That lean body, clad in expensive clothes. That careful little smile.

Jaskier dropped the bucket, the sound like a gunshot when the third figure came in sight. Black hair, not reaching the middle of her back anymore, just falling past her shoulders. Intense violet eyes. Plump lips, a little chapped. Warm skin and a black dress that hugged her still perfect body.

They all changed here and there, but they mostly looked the same. There was no mistaking them for anyone else. Now, Jaskier only had one question.

"What in the fucking fuck of a fucking hell you all are doing here!?"

"Jaskier," Radovid spoke first, his voice dripping with fake confidence, even though his eyes looked alarmed at Jaskier's outburst. "It's so good to see you, again."

"What are you doing in my goat shed," Jaskier wasn't proud of the way his voice came out as a whimper. But, excuse his French, he was shocked as all hell. Three figures from his past, three people he's romanced literal decades ago, the three people in the sea of his one-night stands that left the biggest mark on him, now stood in front of him. He blinked several times, but the vision didn't pass. They remained standing there, confused, as if they weren't the ones who showed up here for no reason.

"That's a long story," Yennefer sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blinked up at Jaskier. "Shit, it's been a while. I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Me neither," Geralt chimed in. He gave Jaskier a small, uncertain smile. Jaskier did his best to ignore the feeling it gave him. "You look..."

"No, no, you're not getting out of this without an explanation," Jaskier scoffed. He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them with all the anger he could muster. "Why are you even on the island? What do you want?"

"What do you mean," Radovid chuckled, a little bitterly, "what do we want? Is this a joke?"

"If it is, it's not funny," Yennefer scoffed. She gently pushed a baby goat away that tried to chew on her dress. "We didn't travel hours on a fucking ferry for you to pretend like you don't know why we're here."

"What!?" Jaskier could feel himself getting hysterical. "What kind of sick prank is this? Which one of you came up with this? How do you even know each other!?"

"Jaskier, we came as quickly as we could," Geralt said. "We dropped everything at home just to come here. It's been... a very weird and exhausting couple of hours. Would you tell us what's going on?"

"Me? You tell me what's going on! I haven't seen your faces in twenty years, and now you suddenly pop up in my freaking goat shed!? And I'm the one who owes YOU an explanation!?"

"You were the one who wrote to us!" Radovid said, pointing a finger at Jaskier and making him raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sent us all an ominous letter, about some life and death situation and how we needed to come see you in person," Yennefer explained. "And that we should pack enough clothes for a few weeks. You promised you would be at the dock, but it was actually your..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jaskier interrupted her, holding his hands up. He looked over all of them, his confusion growing with each passing second. "Hold your goddamn horses. I did not write you a letter. I didn't write a letter to anyone, let alone the three of you."

"Okay, then what is this?" Geralt asked, reaching into his pocket. He handed Jaskier a crumpled piece of paper. Jaskier skimmed it. The lines blurred together in front of his eyes as he realized what happened.

"That's not my handwriting," he whispered to mostly himself, "that's Amaryllis's."

Oh, holy sweet cow. It all started to make sense. Amaryllis asking about her other parent. Her expressing the need to find out who it is, so they could be there at her wedding. His diary mysteriously switching places in his drawer. He did not misplace that diary. Amaryllis must've taken it out and read it. And she was a smart girl, and a very determined one, as well... if she read it all, if she read about Jaskier's affairs, she put the pieces together - the pieces that Jaskier never dared to.

He nearly collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet because Geralt caught him around the waist, holding him up.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. The other two moved closer, hovering at his side anxiously. He was surrounded by them in his anguish. It triggered an old dream, a wish he had made a long time ago. Memories flooded his brain, memories of the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life. Pathetically sobbing for someone to come and hold him - Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer, someone, please. I can't do this alone. I wish you were here and held my hand. Auntie, why did you have to leave me so soon? Hell, Mum, I hate you for what you did to me, but I would settle for even you. I just don't wanna give birth alone, don't wanna raise this baby alone, I'm scared, I can't do this...

"My daughter wrote to you," Jaskier whispered. He tore himself away from them, stumbling on his feet. "She pretended to be me to lure you here."

"Fuck," Yennefer whispered, "we've met her."

Jaskier snorted. "You did, huh? I guess she was the one waiting on the docks, then."

"Indeed," Radovid sighed. "She said something about how we should get to know each other better before her wedding, and that one of us should be there for some reason. Then, she practically shoved us back in our cars and told us to drive here. She made us hide out here and she promised she would explain everything, but she got a phone call and left."

"This isn't real," Jaskier laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "This is a nightmare. No, actually, I think I'm dead. And now I'm in hell. Oh, I might be burning soon!"

"Why did Amaryllis write to us?" Geralt asked. "And why does she want us to be there at her wedding?"

"Oh, that's gonna be great. Just absolutely gorgeous. I'm going to strangle her."

"Jaskier," Yennefer hissed, "would you calm down and tell us what's going on!?"

"So, none of you have a hunch," Jaskier snorted. He sighed deeply at their confused stares. "Well, I assume you all realized I've gotten to know each of you pretty well in the past."

"Yeah, we got that," Radovid huffed. Jaskier ignored the emotion the sheer jealousy in his voice evoked in him.

"Well. I have a suggestion why Amaryllis picked you three out of my past affairs, specifically."

Geralt sent him a confused look. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she read my diary, where I wrote about you. And the entries were dated. And well, she might have done a little bit of Math. Which wasn't difficult, considering I'm unmated, so no known daddy or mommy disrupting this lovely picture."

Recognition soon started seeping into their eyes. Their faces turned pale simultaneously.

"When was Amaryllis born?" Radovid asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaskier rubbed at his temples, feeling his headache increase.

"May 2003. You're good at Math, aren't you?"

"Now I wish I wasn't," Radovid groaned. Yennefer's eyes widened.

"You're implying that one of us...?"

Geralt swore under his breath. Jaskier imagined the goat shed collapsing over them. He wished it would happen.

"That one of you is Amaryllis's other parent, yes. And she clearly figured that out, too. Congratulations to someone here, I guess."

The silence was deafening except for the goats bleating in the background. Jaskier's three ex lovers stood still as statues, none of them daring to say anything. Jaskier felt a tear run down his face, but he felt too exhausted to wipe it off.

He struggled so hard to forget about them, to erase their smiles, their voices from his mind. To stop remembering their warmth, the feeling of their arms around him. The thought of seeking them out was constantly on the back of his mind after he found out he was pregnant. He knew their address, but he also knew that he didn't mean anything to either of them, not the way they meant to him. They had other things to take care of, and Jaskier wasn't one of them. Would they have even come back, if they found out Jaskier was pregnant? Would they have cared at all? Geralt, with his insistence that he couldn't give Jaskier what he wanted anyway, Radovid with that giant company, and Yennefer who had better hopes than tying herself down on a tiny island - they wouldn't have come back for him, no way.

Why they were here now, Jaskier didn't understand. Why now, after so many years? How come they didn't forget about him? Why were they standing here, staring at him in confusion, after twenty years, just because of a stupid letter?

Maybe it was because they actually... no, he couldn't allow himself to go there. They didn't love him. Not like that. This was all just a giant misunderstanding.

Jaskier felt like he was going to get sick. This was just too much.

He faintly heard them calling his name as he stormed out of the shed, but he didn't turn around.

#geraskier #yennskier #radskier #a/b/o #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #radovid #omega jaskier #alpha geralt #alpha yennefer #beta radovid #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #mamma mia au

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gojuo · 1 year

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What do you think of Aot ending?

man... it was.... whatever. I wasn't having a full meltdown like r/titanfolk was having at the time, but I also wasn't pleased with it either. I'll admit that after the Rumbling was activated, I kinda stopped giving a damn about the cast. Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Jean, Levi, Hange, Annie, Reiner, Gabby, Falco, etc. etc. can't even remember who was there anymore, I just stopped caring about them. not because I was angry or something, but because by that point, my only concern and point of sympathy was Eren and Eren only. Cause he's my son. and I'm not joking. so anyways after the Rumbling Eren — as the main character in the narrative the reader is privy to — essentially disappeared (although it was already happening during the Marley arc but I digress) so I kinda stopped caring about the story as a whole. I did not agree with the philosophy and ideology of the Alliance who all kinda turned into the main protags in that final arc which is why I didn't care about following their journey to get to Eren outside of Eren himself but I'm not going to get into that currently cuz that's a whole can of worms my ass will never open, just FYI. anyways what I'm trying to say is that when we were nearing the end of the manga, the one and only character I actually cared for was Eren and Eren only. so I didn't give damn about Eremika nor did I like it, but it didn't come out of left field either. I was just hoping it'd stay ambiguous like it had always stayed. I liked the Ymir backstory, minus the execution of her soul-freeing epiphany. because the Eremika relationship is in no way or form comparable to what she and King Fritz had and her getting closure because of them is a bit.......... I mean I get what Isayama was going for.. the execution was just awful. but whatever. like I said, at this point I only cared about Eren. And I always knew Eren was going to die. there was not a single possibility in any universe that Eren was not going to die. so I always knew that something like this was going to happen. I just didn't expect it to happen like this .. kinda pathetically. I'm not calling Eren pathetic, just that Isayama's attempt at finishing his character arc was kinda pathetic in a writing sense. My main issue with this fandom was always that no one ever really understood Eren. "He's a crying bitch baby" like dawg he was 10 years old. his mind was broken by Shiganshina. then it continued to break more and more because fate had chosen him to be its infernal victim. and I loved it, I loved him and I knew it was always gonna end this way for him. too bad Isayama kinda fumbled the bag by being too wishy-washy and that by the time we got to the end I just didn't really care anymore to be mad at anything. ch. 139 was just whatever to me. it still is. I can say with my whole heart that SNK is a masterpiece and Eren is one of the best MCs of all time, just that the final stretch of chapters was mehh. it wasn't bad (unlike the age old example of Bleach whose final stretch of chapters ruined the entirety of the manga and I'm not even exaggerating), but it wasn't peak either. it was just, a logical yet meager ending that made sense within the framework the story had always been operating in AKA the ending made sense for the type of story Isayama was trying to tell. Eren's character assassination and the poorness of ch. 139 are greatly overblown by the fandom, but it is true that the ending was quite mehh. that's really all I can say about 139. mehh. whatever. made sense but I wish Eren hadn't been sidelined like this in favor of the Alliance's weak ass convictions. but that also made sense cuz of course Isayama wasn't arguing in favor of omnicide lmfao. so TLDR I thought it was mehh but I wasn't too mad about it because I always knew it was going to end this way. Eren is still my GOAT though bc I agree with his omnicide <3

#just realized i didnt use paragraphg breaks but idc about fixing it im sorry anon #snk #anonymous #answered

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bobateaboo · 2 years

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*sits politely* k so tell me about your ocs

EHEHHEHEHEEEHEHEHE OK OKOKOKOK

(tw for references to abuse because my ocs have tragic backstory for days)

ok so I'm jumpin around doin my favorites here. first off; Piper

Piper, before being the bastard goat child she is, was a bastard human child! except said bastard human child was in an ongoing abusive environment and most of the bastardry was in an attempt to get revenge on the world around her. now it's just bc old habits die hard

essentially, Piper's life was her mom, who was physically abusive, and then all the adult at school who treated her like she was made of glass because she couldn't see. one day, Mom Of The Year got bored of this whole "raising a child" bullshit and took her on a walk to mt. ebott, where she promptly drove off and left Piper there

Piper, of course, falls into the underground (it should be noted that during the falling process, Piper ends up landing in a different Au than she started in, this one an Underfell au). she meets Smidge, Instant besties, and gets adopted by everyone's favorite Goat Mom while the rest of the monsters in the ruins try to kill her. Fun Times

so now she has essentially switched from Abusive Mother In A World That Treats Her Like Glass to Mother Who Treats Her Like Glass In A World That's Trying To Kill Her, but this time with a flower friend. she peaces out, hangs with the skeleton bros (and gets battle training from UF Papyrus, she still visits sometimes) and then goes on with her way of multiverse hopping and causing trouble for anyone who stands still and some people who don't.

at some point Indigo finds them and decides "yeah these two are my new siblings now" and brings them to codebound, where they are still happily living, with the get out of jail free card that is a super powered older sibling and mommy issues that could fees a small village

Ok next up; Solar and his planets!

all of the planets have suitably tragic backstories, but while most of them have things that can and do happen in the real world (child abuse, trafficking, dog fighting rings, rich people), Saturn and Jupiter are from a full on coliseum style arena. I call this out because they wrecked ass and still do

now, for the big boss himself! Solar is the son of two Very Important Heroes, Daydream and Dapple (this universes version of Dream and Ink, they're still called that sometimes) and hates them both with a passion. We'll get to why in a sec

Daydream was very, Very concerned about two of the resident bad guys that follow him around, Nightterror and Daybreak (another Dream variant) hurting him, and spent a lot of time out keeping tabs on them to make sure they didn't hurt his baby. unfortunately in the time he spent watching the bad guys he was not watching five year old Solar, so they kinda scooted on in while there was an emergency and kidnapped him. Whoops!

Daybreak and Nightterror (mostly Daybreak) taught Solar several fun ideas like Have You Considered Killing People Actually, and got him to eat one of the corrupted apples. This went predictably, making Solar an absolute powerhouse but in a way he couldn't control

it's at this point we get Solar's Halo, which is actually a magic restrictor. this keeps him from flipping the actual fuck out and turning into a full on beast from the corruption, but he can only produce pure magic while wearing it, not shape it into attacks. this is why he has the pins, which he essentially feeds his magic into like a battery to do what they're programmed to do, like pre-made attacks.

The star pin is a gift from Daybreak and can and will blind a bitch when used, as well as being able to grow for him to chuck at things like captain america's shield. the moon is a gift from Nightterror and allows him to step into and manipulate peoples dreams (he's more powerful in the dreamscape but also more vulnerable), and the sun, which is a gift from Daybreak and also his literal soul, emits a warm and protective light made to guide him to safety in times of need

you may note that Daydream's gift is more gentle and protective while the gifts from Daybreak and Nightterror seem incredibly combative. this is because they are

bonus fun fact, Solar is never seen without the black bodysuit he wears under his outfits. Ever. Not even while sleeping.

so yeah Solar has some fun trauma from being manipulated by his uncles into accepting a corruption that his six year old body couldn't handle, but he's still best buds with Daybreak and Nightterror so he blames all the symptoms of that on Daydream, who's much easier for him to villainize. Fun!

so yeah that's Solar's traumatic backstory. tune in next time for his traumatic frontstory

Daybreak, Daydream and Nightterror are by @andizoidart

#boba answers #boba talks #boba talks A LOT #lore #system lore #Solar's system #friend andi #utmv #Dream!Sans #Nightmare!Sans #tw manipulation #tw child abuse mention #Solar #Piper #Smidge #Indigo #Daybreak #Daydream #Nightterror

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the-fangirl-diaries · 1 year

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132 Thoughts I Had While Watching: The School For Good and Evil (2022)

Jesper, what are you doing here, and why is there two of you?

And where is your accent?

One of you is evil and one is goo - oh, the title makes sense now.

“I prefer chaos.” I mean we all love a bit, buddy, but you’re going too far.

And bad guy fell off a cliff and died a tragic death, the end.

Look at this ballroom.

CATE BLANCHETT IS THE NARRATOR? I LOVE THIS ALREADY.

Hey, it’s Lydia from Beetlejuice!

That cottage is so pretty, I wanna live there so bad.

Agatha makes me feel so much more confident with my Merida hair.

She has a cat named Reaper, and lives by a graveyard? That’s adorable.

“Hey, Ugly.” Dude, have you looked in a mirror?

Deville’s? Like Cruella Deville?

I love how people can call this girl a witch while she pets a baby goat.

It’s spelt Deuville? Why does that look prettier?

Wait, Cinderella exists in this universe?

“It’s a place that cannot be found, except by those who know where it is.”

“I want much more than this provincial life,” ~ Sophie, definitely.

You’re going out into the woods late at night? Are you crazy?!

Yep, girl is delulu. (That’s apparently a word now.)

That bird kinda gives me Alice in Wonderland vibes.

Wait, they got the schools mixed up? Princess and the Pauper, anyone?

How To Lose a Girl in Five Seconds: Tell her her hair looks like cake.

So this is basically Descendants?

“It’s cleaner than my own hand, trust me.” ~ an actual quote.

Okay, but why does the Never school look cooler?

The Groom Room? Oh, I get it you groom yourself to look pretty.

AHH, THEY’RE PLAYING SLEEPING BEAUTY MUSIC!!!!!

You know, I don’t blame Agatha, some clothes can be itchy.

I thought Hort would be Diaval’s son. Not Captain Hook’s.

If you don’t know who that is, go watch Maleficent, please.

Sword and dance routine? Get it? Instead of song and -- nevermind.

“The brave prince charming approaches!” ~ Sophie, maybe

Actually, he’s King Arthur’s son.

Yep, this is basically Descendants.

Fire for the fire god.

Agatha, you need some confidence.

Laurence Fishburne? I swear you’re EVERYWHERE.

“Cool, I get a whole room to myself.” ~ Agatha, maybe.

We even have the daughter of the Sheriff of Nottingham??

Agatha, you should have known the statues would come to life.

Wait, I thought Evil Jesper was dead?

Oh, it’s some weird hallucination thingy.

There’s evil and there’s threatening to drop someone from a building.

Learn to tell the difference.

Find the school master and plead their case, yup sounds SUPER easy.

“You know we can hear you narrating, you weirdo!” ~ An actual quote.

The narrator is a pen?

True love’s kiss can break the spell.

I LOVE THE SONGS IN THIS!!!

There’s an ugly class and beauty class?

You fail if no one asks you to the ball? Guess that counts me out.

Hold on, is that Michelle Yeoh? THIS CAST IS AWESOME!

Gregor Charming is kinda cute.

Poor guy is queasy around blood? I mean.... same.

Why’s Sophie’s vanity kind of annoying?

There’re people living in the trees!

See? Tedros loves to hear her talk about cats?

Did he say “open the effing door?” or am I going crazy.

Gregor, you need a dash of good luck.

Gnome humour is funny, guys, admit it!

Gregor, NO!!!!!!!!!!! You were the only character I liked in this movie.

Hort grew one chest hair in magic class. Good for you, buddy.

HOLY -- THIS GIRL CAN MAKE HER DRAGON TATTOO COME ALIVE!

IT’S ACTUALLY COMING OUT OF HER SHOULDER!

Girl is wacko!

Oh, but Evil Jesper comes in surrounded by bees to save the day.

“Sophie, you’re not allowed to kill anyone until after graduation.”

Bees are my greatest fear, so uh, I’d be outta there in ten milleseconds.

This centuries old guy is weirdly into Sophie and I’m not sure I like that.

Wish Fish? It sounds cool, but I don’t trust it for some reason.

I kinda want the mean girls to fail. I know that’s not nice, but.....

Agatha wishes for hope and a person comes out of the lake?

It’s because of a girl that all the wishes are granted?

IT’S GREGOR, EVERYONE! HE’S THE BIRD -- AND HE’S DEAD.

Professor, she just saw her friend die, that’s what’s wrong with her!

Bad professor cut Sophie’s hair? I mean, not the worst that could happen.

Girl, calm down. At least you aren’t dead.

Rafal, dude, you gotta chill, friend. (Yeah, that’s Evil Jesper’s name)

She wants to kiss Tedros, but I think he likes Agatha.

Gonna admit, that dip was smooth.

A finger glow? A finger prick? LIKE SLEEPING BEAUTY!

Looks like it hurts. I’ll skip, thanks.

Sophie looks good with the glow up not gonna lie

YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN!?

GUYS, GO LISTEN TO THIS SOUNDTRACK RIGHT NOW!

Sophie, Tedros is Aggie’s man. You’ve got golden retriever boy.

DARK HAIR, WHITE SHIRT, BLACK PANTS? THE DEADLY COMBO!

Aggie used her power to help her friend. She deserves better.

Everybody Loves Tedros, except for the other Nevers.

An Ever and a Never together? OH, THE HORROR!

Hold on, why are they all mad? Wouldn’t this unite the schools?

Never heard of a trial by tail before, or is it tale?

The trial begins at sundown instead of midnight? Nice switch.

Sending them into the forbidden forest? M’kay.

DO NOT THE FLOWERS!

“With the power of the finger glow, I save you!” ~ Tedros, maybe.

Is that a mace-wielding pumpkin-headed grim reaper?

The princess is going to save the prince? Interesting twist!

Pumpkin man just exploded. That’s gonna be messy!

Agatha saved them and this is the thanks she gets?

Agatha is the only one with any sense around here.

She wrote Sophie a letter, too. :’(

PLEASE TELL ME RAFAL DOESN’T KISS SOPHIE!

He’s centuries old and she’s seventeen at the oldest.

Rafal and the Evil Professor were a thing?

Agatha is the most devoted friend in the world.

I turned my back for one second and Sophie’s a witch???

Honey, we’ve all experienced heartbreak, but this is too much.

The Never Ball looks cool, to be honest.

I’m sorry, Sophie, I can’t take you seriously right now.

Okay, she changed back, but now she’s crazy.

You attacked them first.

A COVER OF TOXIC DURING A BATTLE SCENE??

Have I mentioned this soundtrack is freaking epic?!

This is the best scene in the whole movie.

Since when does Sophie have shape-shifting powers?

LAURENCE FISHBURN IS RAFAL?

Oh, he just shapeshifted into him after murdering him.

That’s where you’re wrong, my guy. I’m chaos!

Wait, he kissed Sophie?? I should have seen it coming but...

“My love?” Dude, what? SHE’S LIKE.... Seventeen, right??

AGATHA’S HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!

I TURNED AWAY FOR FIVE MINUTES AND SOPHIE’S INJURED.

THEY SAID THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!!

TRUE LOVE’S KISS.

I’M NOT CRYING, YOU ARE!!!!

THE PROFESSORS ARE SO IN LOVE AND I’M HERE FOR IT!

Tedros and Aggie are separating??? Nooooo!

Well at least she and Sophie will be together.

It says they’re siblings in the book. DARN IT!!!!!

THERE ARE GONNA BE MORE MOVIES, THOUGH!!!

Staying for the ending credits visual and songs.

#the school for good and evil #I've been wanting to cross it off my list for AGES #this was super fun #sophie x agatha #I shipped the main girls so bad #that battle scene though

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kobecold · 3 months

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I just studied the book of Genesis

It starts with God creating the universe then Adam then the animals then eve.

And he put Adam in charge of the animals and the garden of Eden and God said everything will be well as long as you don't eat from the tree of knowledge.

But eve was persuaded by the serpent to eat from the tree of knowledge which was forbidden to eat.

Which comes down to human nature. They only had one rule and it was still broken.

And God must of thought we were given too much privilege and took away certain privileges like a good father should as a way of discipline.

And God did just that he took away the ease of childbirth from eve. And since then childbirth was painful and dangerous.

Their innocence was removed from them as well.

And Adam instead of lounging around and eating fruit with his wife he must work the land and replenish it when it needed replenishing.

And after their divine punishment Adam and Eve had twins Cain and Abel.

Cain worked the land and Abel was a shepherd.

And God judged abels work to be better than Cain's

And Cain out of jealousy killed his brother Abel.

And God punished Cain with a mark of death and Cain fleed and started a family somehow.

Cain started a family with only him his father and his mother on earth so I guess that means Cain married something not human is what my guess is.

And after Cain fled Adam and Eve had a third son named Seth.

And a distant descendant of Seth is Noah

And Noah was blessed and highly favored and he was warned of a flood. God was flooding the earth because only Noah and his family still believed in him.

So God informed Noah of a flood and to bring his kids and their wives and two of every animal

And God flooded the earth killing everyone except Noah and the people on his arc.

Then after the flood God promised to never flood the earth again.

And then Noah and his sons and their wives went on to repopulate the earth.

And a distant descendant of Noah came along named Abram

And Abram had a wife named Sarai and a nephew named lot.

And they claimed land that was theirs and split it among each other

And lot had the escape from Sodom and gammorah

And Abram and Sarai grew old and Sarai was told by an angel that her new name is Sarah and her husband's new name is Abraham and even though she is old she will soon give birth.

And her and her husband just laughed because Sarah wanted a baby so badly she let Abraham get her handmaiden pregnant and her name was hagar and together they had their son ishmel.

And Sarah scared them away even though she set the whole thing up. Actually only after Isaac was born.

And so, the Sarah and Abraham did conceive a child. And his name is Issac meaning laughter because they laughed when God told them she'd finally conceive.

And after they had Issac God asked Abraham to sacrifice him.

And Abraham agreed but was stopped last second.

Because it was rather a test of faith.

Then Issac grew up and Abraham told his servant to make sure Issac married a member of their family

And so Abraham's servant went to their homeland and found rebecka

And Issac met her and married her and Abraham and Sarah passed away and Issac and Rebecca had a set of twins named Jacob and esau.

And esau was red with hair all over him and Jacob came out gripping esaus ankles.

And Jacob was a good Shepard and esau a good hunter.

And Jacob his mother's favorite and esau the fathers

And one day after a long hun esau came home starving and asked Jacob for some food

And Jacob said he'd trade his food for esaus birthright he had since he was oldest

And esau took the deal because he was starving and his birthright wasn't worth much to him.

Then rebecka devised a plan to get her favorite son another one of esaus blessings

Because Issac had grown blind and couldn't see

So rebecka put goats hair on Jacob and gave Jacob some deer meat to serve his father

Because Issac said he had a huge blessing for esaus if him got him some venison

So rebecka disguised Jacob and gave him the venison and Issac felt the hairy hands and knew it to be esau. But the voice of Jacob.

Issac the mistakenly gave Jacob Esau's blessing

And esau vowed to kill Jacob.

And so Jacob fled with his stolen blessings into the land of their people where his mother instructed him to go so he could find a wife.

And there Jacob met his future wife Rachel her older sister Leah and their father laban.

And Jacob asked laban what it took to marry Rachel

And laban said you'd haft to work for me for seven years.

And Jacob did and when the seven years were up Jacob asked for his wife.

And laban gave Jacob Leah, Rachel's sister to wife.

Because in their country the eldest sister had to be married before her younger siblings.

And Jacob didn't know that. So to marry Rachel Jacob had to work another seven years making 14 in total.

And after the 14 years Jacob decided to take his two wives and leave without permission and before they left they'd steal labans good cattle and idols he kept.

And Jacob and his wives left but laban and his posse caught up with them to get his idols and asked why they left.

But Jacob just apologized and Rachel hid the idols under her and said she couldn't get up because she was on her period.

And so laban let them all go and then Jacob traveled to another location and on his journey he wrestled and angel

And after Jacob wrestled the angel god gave him the nick name Israel.

And then Israel and Leah had children since Rachel was barren

And most of the twelve tribes of Judah came from Leah and not his favorite wife rachel

And not with Leah one of Rachel's hand maidens.

Until one day God opened Rachel's womb and she finally had a baby named Joseph

And Joseph was Israel's and Rachel's favorite

And they gave him a fancy coat and Joseph could see the future through his dreams

And one day Joseph in his I'm the favorite coat told his brothers that one day I'll be the boss of you all.

And that pissed Joseph's brothers off so they faked his death and sold him into slavery.

And while enslaved Joseph rose up the ranks and became the masters right hand man

But the slave masters wife wanted to sleep with Joseph but Joseph refused so she accused him of rape.

And so Joseph was thrown into a dungeon where he met a royal butler and Baker and correctly interpreted their dreams

And after the royal butler was freed and returned to work the pharoh asked for a dream interpreter and the butler suggested Joseph

And they went and got Joseph out of the dungeon and told them the dream.

Joseph correctly interpreted it and Egypt avoided a great famine

And so the pharoh made Joseph second in command

And during the famine Joseph's brothers needed to go to Egypt for food because Egypt had plenty of food because of Joseph

And they went there and saw Joseph and did not recognize them but Joseph knew who they were because they hadn't changed.

And Joseph accused them of being spies and told them to go home and return with his younger brother

Then after that Joseph gave them free food without them knowing by putting the money they paid for the food back in their wallets

And when they noticed they hadn't paid they thought it was a mistake and returned to pay Joseph properly.

And when they returned with Benjamin Joseph revealed himself

And him and his family had a happy reunion and Joseph moved his family to Egypt where he was royalty

And the Israelites grew strong and populated Egypt

So much so that the Egyptians enslaved the Israelites and put them under population control

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mythicalartisttm · 1 year

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Have you played botw2? If so, what do you think of it so far?

I've been watching playthroughs! I can't afford the game rn, but I hope to get it myself eventually! In part for the experience, in part bc the ppl I'm watching play are hardly looking in the direction I want to. A game with so many options means that no one will play the same way, so that means if I want the best TotK experience, I'll have to make it for myself.

That said, the game thus far is driving me nuts (/pos and derogatory).

First and foremost, the game is trying to sell the fact that Hyrule and it's founders only came into play just before the Imprisoning War??? Baby, I understand that Hyrule could have been refounded after Ganondorf came in guns blazing after having just squashed the Hero and Princess of Time, and so Sonia and Rauru would be rebuilding Hyrule and re-establishing the monarchy. That makes sense. But that's just straight up not the case! I could go over all the timeline inaccuracies right here but my brain hurts trying to put it into words. The LoZ timeline has been a mess for over 20 years but this is the first time it's contradicted itself without a fix from what I've seen.

Naming the king Rauru was a fun little detail though, I like that 🙂

Speaking of Rauru, I have only seen as much of him as the Great Sky Island and one (1) tear, but he's going into the Fictional Dads of All Time folder. Both a goat and a G.O.A.T. I do not know much about Sonia yet but I like her. Both the king and queen really scored on marriage partners imo.

Tulin, my son. I have not played the game but the AI is so darn good it's job and he's saved the guy I've been watching so many times. I do kinda wish we could've fought alongside Teba but dang, Tulin is not just good, he's a really fun character in his own right and I'm glad he's here.

I haven't as strong feelings about Yunobo but he is a delight to be around. Rolling him around and smashing stuff is quite fun as well.

Bonus that I've taken to naming the sage mimics. So far we have Terin and Shobae. I've already decided to name the next (last?) two Raja (pronounced "rah-hah") and maybe Po (Po and Sidon).

Mostly unrelated, but Tulin's champion ability reminds my of the LU Champion AU craze from a a while back! That was the first thing I thought of when I saw Tulin use his power for the first time and it made me chuckle.

It still doesn't feel real to have the name of Zonai popping up in so many places in-game. Like, wow. Ok. I guess this is happening. This has still not sunk in.

Speaking of which, did you know that the Zonai tech was originally Sheikah tech in development? I'm actually really glad that it got changed because using a different kind of tech with it's own distinct color/aesthetic not only separates TotK from BotW, but it also prevents the Sheikah tech from getting stale. I wish we could maybe see some more Sheikah tech aside from the towers and the Purah Pad though, just to make it feel like it hasn't totally up and left. I did see a comment on yt say that the ppl of Hyrule probably dismantled the divine beasts and other weapons so they never have to worry about the tech turning on them again. I think that's a good way of looking at it, although the removal of the towers felt highly unnecessary from an in-universe perspective imo if they're just gonna build new towers.

Side note that when that one character (I can't remember if it was Purah or Josha) called them Skyview Towers my SS brain went 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

There's for sure more I have to say but this is all I can call upon atm! Thank you for asking <3

#the zonai aesthetic scratches my brain more than the sheikah one tbh #v good taste and texture #tm answers #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #loz spoilers

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Same universe as the one where LXC kills JGY on a boat to not-Japan. JRS-centric as he grows up in the Nie clan and deals with his reputation as an inbred son of a traitorous bastard.

so I don't think I've ever written a fic in which LXC kills JGY on a boat, and definitely not one where JRS is a character? I mean, I've written a lot of fics, so possibly I did and I forgot, but I'm pretty sure about this one.

That being said, I don't think I've gotten any Jin Rusong prompts before so I'm reinterpreting this to be a prompt for a fic about JRS growing up in the Nie clan. Fic below!

ao3

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang reminded himself. Risk is proportionate with reward. Your spine should be made of steel, just as your saber is.

He licked his lips, thought of his brother who had loved him, and threw himself forward with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, gongzi!” he blubbered. “Can you help me? I’ve gotten completelylost, I don’t even know where to begin –”

Xue Yang blinked at him, the lids of his eyes moving slowly like a reptile.

“Maybe you know where my san-ge is? Lianfeng-zun?”

The feeling of immediate threat lessened. It seemed he’d gambled right, and the rabid dog that was Xue Yang could still be controlled by reference to Jin Guangyao.

“I’d really appreciate it if you could just give me some guidance on where to find him,” Nie Huaisang said, lowering his voice confidentially. “I’d be sure to pay you back! If there’s anything you want –”

“Do you have any snacks?” Xue Yang asked.

Nie Huaisang, who had come prepared based on the rumors he’d painstakingly collected, produced some dragons’ beard candy.

“Not bad,” Xue Yang said. “Okay, sure.”

Nie Huaisang smiled, and even meant it.

“Hey, good-for-nothing,” Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang turned to look at his least favorite but nevertheless highly useful source of information in Lanling Jin. The fact that Xue Yang had no idea that he was functioning as such just made it more satisfactory. “You like kids, right?”

Nie Huaisang blinked. “Yes?” he hazarded, not so much because he actually did – he’d never had strong feelings about children one way or the other, though perhaps he was being presumptuous in thinking that the reference did not involve goats – but because that seemed to be the answer Xue Yang was looking for.

Xue Yang wrinkled his nose in distaste, though not, Nie Huaisang thought, at him.

“Theoretically,” he said, and he wouldn’t know ‘theoretical’ if it hit him in the face, “if there were, I don’t know, a whole bunch of them hanging around somewhere without parents, you’d be able to do something about that, right? Especially if they had a talent for cultivation?”

It took only a moment to piece together what must have happened to lead to such a question, given the ruthlessness of the cultivation world and of Jin Guangyao in particular, and Nie Huaisang marveled briefly at the idea that Xue Yang might draw a moral line in the sand over something. Presumably he felt some kinship to the children, being similarly utterly infantile, amoral, and fond of sweet things.

“Oh sure!” he said, playing up the brainless idiot who didn’t know to ask questions. “My sect is always recruiting, you know. We took some losses in the war and, well, I feel like adult cultivators aren’t really all that interestedin joining ever since I took over…”

“Because you’re a waste of space,” Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang pouted at him. “Whatever, the important thing is that you have space for kids. Orphans. Think, like, a whole orphanage getting shut down or whatever – anyway, not important. You’d take them back to Qinghe, right?”

“Oh, that would be so wonderful!” Nie Huaisang clapped. “That would suit everyone, wouldn’t it? They don’t have to worry about the children, and we get new disciples. I should tell san-ge – no, on second thought, he might be too busy –”

“Definitely too busy,” Xue Yang said quickly. “Wouldn’t it be nice to accomplish something yourself? You could casually show him that your numbers went up at the end of the month instead so he gives you the credit, without explaining that it’s kids making up the increase.”

“That’s a great idea! He’ll be much more impressed by that, I should definitely do that. Where is the orphanage?”

“…uh, in the forest. The back forest.”

You couldn’t come up with a better lie?

“You already brought them here?” Nie Huaisang asked, batting his eyelashes. “You’re so nice, Xue-xiong! I’ll go tell my second in command to go deal with it right away!”

It was in the fifth round of kids getting picked up – small cultivation clans being massacred and there was nothing Nie Huaisang could do about it, because there was either no evidence or else Jin Guangyao had come up with some motive to justify his actions and, inevitably, Lan Xichen would be there behind him, soothing over tempers and providing explanations because he believed him, every time – that something unusual happened.

“Sect Leader Nie,” one of his most trusted subordinates murmured into his ear. “There’s a problem.”

Nie Huaisang found a reason to leave the party early, a reason to go to the rendezvous point, and, once there, found the reason for the problem.

“Oh, hey there,” he said with a smile fixed onto his face by sheer force of willpower, crouching down to make himself seem less intimidating. Not that he was ever particularly intimidating, though given the rage coursing through his veins right now, he thought he might be able to pull it off if he tried. “What a lucky chance! It’s so funny, finding you here, Songsong. How are you?”

Jin Rusong wiped his eyes and looked tearily at him, recognized that the person asking was his Little Uncle Nie, and threw himself into Nie Huaisang’s arms with a howl.

This was pretty typical – Jin Rusong wasn’t much of a crier, but when he did he definitely took Nie Huaisang as his model, something all the other adults in the cultivation world had a tendency to give Nie Huaisang dirty looks over.

The only problem here, of course, was that Jin Rusong was dead.

Or, rather…he was supposed to be dead.

And if Jin Rusong was here – here, in the rendezvous point where Xue Yang put those of his prospective victims that happened to be a little too young for even him to stomach killing, at least without the personal grudge that had driven him to slaughter the Chang clan in its entirety – that meant only one thing.

Jin Guangyao had ordered his own son to be murdered.

Through demonic cultivation, no less, which was a pretty nasty way to go. There was a reason everyone implicitly countenanced Jiang Cheng’s vendetta against demonic cultivators no matter where they were, even when he ignored all territory lines and forgot to not ask for permission – the things a demonic cultivator gone bad could do were just so much worse than what anyone else could that they couldn’t risk any delay in dealing with the problem.

Well, shit, Nie Huaisang thought, even as he comforted Jin Rusong, petting the toddler’s back to try to get him to calm down. What do I do now?

“There has to be a reason,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “He’s not rabid. Songsong was his son!”

“Sect Leader Nie, we can’t find anything that might explain it.”

“Look harder. I don’t care how minor it is, I want to know everythingto do with Songsong. Every little detail – every person who saw him – every medical report, every compliment, every good grade –”

“He placed last in one of his classes,” one of his spies volunteered.

“What?”

“He placed last in one of his classes. About two months before his ‘assassination’, and shortly before his father started collecting evidence against the other sects that were in his way, which he later used to ‘prove’ that they had been involved in the alleged murder.”

“He wouldn’t kill his son for failing a class,” one of the others objected. “The kid’s barely more than a baby. What’s he expecting, genius from birth?”

“He’s a genius himself. Why not?”

“If everyone inherited everything directly from their parents, he’d be a whore.”

“He’d be a Jin. They’ve all got that nose, every one of them…”

“I heard he’s having the other Jin bastards killed. All of them, even the women…”

Something snapped in Nie Huaisang’s hands.

They all turned to look at him.

“Investigate Qin Su,” he said, looking down at the mess of wood and paper that had once been a fan. “Come to think of it, she has a Jin nose, too.”

“I don’t want to go!”

“I don’t want you to go, either,” Nie Huaisang said, feeling tired and also much more in sympathy with his poor older brother than he’d ever been while Nie Mingjue had been alive. “But you disobeyed me, and that means we don’t have a choice. You have to go.”

Nie Songsong looked down at the ground, his lip quivering. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You did,” Nie Huaisang said. “You have to own your decisions, Songsong. You can’t take them back once they’re done, no matter what the consequences. Not even if you feel bad, but definitely not because you feel bad for having to pay for what you did.”

“But…”

“No, Songsong. You cannot be in the Unclean Realm when – when he’s here.”

Nie Songsong hung his head.

“He’s not your father anymore,” Nie Huaisang said. “You know that, right?”

Nie Songsong nodded.

Nie Huaisang sighed and held out his hands, and his arms were full of a teary-eyed child a moment later.

“He loved you once,” Nie Huaisang murmured into his child’s hair. “I love you now. I wish I could give you more than that – I wish I could give you an answer, tell you why he didn’t love you enough to keep from doing what he did. But I can’t. All I can do…”

Is what I’m already doing.

“You’re enough, er-ge,” Nie Songsong whispered back. “You’re enough. I promise.”

“When will I get to go night-hunting?”

“You go night-hunting all the time,” Nie Huaisang grumbled. “You’re a fraction my age, and already my height, my weight, yet you wield a saber like my brother was around to raise you properly. You’re ruining my reputation, you know; now no one will believe that my incompetence comes from how short I am…”

“Not night-hunting with the rest of the sect, er-ge,” Nie Songsong said, rolling his eyes. “With other juniors!”

“Not long now,” Nie Huaisang said, looking down at the paper beneath his hands. It was all finally coming together. “Not long now. Just give er-ge a little more time to finish taking care of matters for da-ge, and you’ll be able to go night-hunting with anyone you like.”

“Er-ge! Are you all right? You look so pale…”

“I’m sorry,” Nie Huaisang whispered. “Songsong – I’m sorry. I’m so sorry –”

“What happened? Are you injured?” Nie Songsong demanded, already starting to pat him over, looking for wounds. “Er-ge, what’s wrong –”

“Your mother’s dead.”

Nie Songsong’s hands stilled.

“I told her about your heritage,” Nie Huaisang said, his lips numb. He’d never tried to hide it from Nie Songsong, although he’d introduced the subject very gradually and only once he thought that he’d be able to handle the revelation. “About your father – your grandfather. What they did. I wanted her to be angry at him, to turn against him, to distract him…instead, she killed herself.”

“Er-ge…”

“I shouldn’t have told her. If I knew –”

“Er-ge.”

“I should have brought her in earlier – told her about you surviving – I kept her from you for years –”

“Er-ge!”

Nie Huaisang looked at the child he had raised as a little brother the way his older brother had raised him, a father in everything but name, and who he had the constant feeling of having failed.

He wondered, as he always did, whether his brother had felt the same about him.

“Er-ge, it’s all right,” his little brother, his adopted son, said, and took his hands in his. “It’s all right. You tried, remember? Time after time, you tried to talk to her, but every single time you concluded that she would’ve told her husband instead of trusting you. She would’ve ruined everything. If she did that, I’d be dead all over again, and you with me.”

That had been what Nie Huaisang had concluded. That was why he’d never told her.

But…

“She’s your mother.”

“And you’re my er-ge. As long as you don’t die on me, too, it’ll be all right. Okay? It’ll be all right. It’ll be worth it in the end.”

Nie Huaisang shook his head. He’d already done so much, caused so much chaos and strife, and yet this moment – this was the step too far.

This was the first time he realized that he wasn’t sure he believed that it would be worth it anymore.

But by now…what else was left to do? There were no ways out of the plan he’d made himself; he’d designed it that way on purpose, because he’d known that if there was a way out, that snake would find a way to slither through it. He just hadn’t thought that he would be the one looking for it.

It didn’t matter.

He had to keep going.

His older brother deserved it, even if the younger one didn’t.

“I represent the Nie sect,” the young man – just about their age, though shorter than either of them – said with a smile. He seemed kind, gentle and polite, easy-going, but Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui looked at each other, and then at Jin Ling, who just scowled. “Can I come in?”

“Were you even invited?” Jin Ling asked in bitten off words. He was still bitter about some of the things that had happened in the Guayin Temple a month before, and of all them the one he was most bitter about was his second uncle’s retreat into seclusion – they were all upset about that.

“But it’s a discussion conference,” the young man said, blinking in confusion. “We’re a Great Sect. Why wouldn’t we be invited?”

In the face of such profound ignorance, there really wasn’t very much they could say, and eventually Lan Sizhui stepped forward with a smile, welcoming the young man – Nie Songsong, he introduced himself – into the Cloud Recesses.

Everything seemed fine for a little while. Lan Sizhui was able to talk to the people in charge of arranging juniors into finding another place for Nie Songsong to stay, although it would be a little delayed – Nie Songsong assured them that there was no issue – and as recompense they even showed him, at his request, a few of the main landmarks.

And then they turned around and their guest had disappeared.

“I knew he was up to no good!” Jin Ling exclaimed.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Lan Sizhui told him.

“I’m with Jin Ling,” Lan Jingyi said. “He seemed so nice and understated – just like you know –”

“Don’t talk about my little uncle,” Jin Ling hissed at him. “I know it’s true, but just – don’t, okay?”

“We should find where he went,” Lan Sizhui decided.

It took them a while, but in the end they found him in the most unexpected place: in the rooms their sect leader had chosen for his seclusion, sitting on the bed with Lan Xichen’s head on his shoulder, sobbing as if his heart had been broken.

“What are you doing?” Lan Sizhui exclaimed, unnerved even out of his own habitual politeness.

“I came to greet my uncle,” Nie Songsong said, his manner just as gentle and polite as it had been from the beginning, although it was now evident that he was as stubborn as a rock and not easy-going at all.

“Your uncle?” Lan Jingyi gaped. “How can he be your uncle?”

“You’re Sect Leader Nie’s son!” Jin Ling accused.

“I’m Sect Leader Nie’s little brother by adoption,” Nie Songsong corrected. “It’s through my father that he’s my uncle – and you my cousin, I suppose.”

“Your – father?”

“Oh, yes. My birth name, you see,” Nie Songsong said, “was Jin Rusong.”

“Why did you choose to reveal yourself?” Lan Sizhui asked. “Given that everyone knows – well –”

Nie Songsong finished the character he was writing and put down his brush. “Wondering if you should let it be known that you were born with the surname Wen?”

Lan Sizhui jerked in surprise, then flushed. “How did you – that didn’t come out in Guanyin Temple.”

“No, I knew it before,” Nie Songsong said. “My er-ge is very clever, you know.”

“Yes, I suppose I do...why do you call him brother? Shouldn’t he be uncle, or – or –”

“Uncle is probably right,” Nie Songsong said. “But he raised me like a son, just as his brother did for him.”

Lan Sizhui looked down at his hands.

“Why did he publicly reveal your background, knowing that you were still around?” he asked again. “Everyone will know. Who your father was, all those terrible things he did, his relationship with your mother –”

“Why shouldn’t he? He did do all those things, and he did have that relationship with my mother.”

“But what about you? What about your reputation –”

“Are you planning on sweeping Wen Ruohan’s grave?”

Lan Sizhui stared at him.

“He’s your grandfather, isn’t he?” Nie Songsong looked calmly back at him. “Who he was, all those terrible things he did –”

“That’s nothing to do with me!”

“And the crimes of my father are nothing to do with me. My er-ge gave me his surname, just as Hanguang-jun gave you his, and for the same reason – to cut us off from the sins of our original family.”

“I suppose that’s true. But – no one knew about you, just as no one knew about me until I told them, and I only told them because they were my friends. Why’d you tell us? Aren’t you worried we’d tell more people?”

“Of course I am,” Nie Songsong said. “I hope you don’t, of course, but you would’ve found out regardless – second uncle wasn’t exactly subtle in his grief. And I had to tell him.”

“Why? To bring him out of seclusion?” Lan Sizhui hesitated. “Do you care so much for him?”

“Of course not. The last time I met him, I was a small child, and my father was just about to order me murdered; that’s not much of a basis to build a relationship. But having him lock himself away like that, as if he were in mourning…it hurt er-ge. And I won’t let anything hurt my er-ge. Anything, or anyone.”

They looked at each other for a long moment.

“I understand,” Lan Sizhui said.

“I’m glad you do,” Nie Songsong said, and then smiled. “I would’ve had to escalate to threats next, and I’m given to understand that I’m too short to really pull them off properly.”

Lan Sizhui snorted. “I think we’ve all learned that that’snot true.”

“Should we talk about this?” Jin Ling asked, arms crossed over his chest and glaring.

“What do you want to talk about?” Nie Songsong replied.

“How about the fact that your father tried to kill me?”

“Sure. Can we talk about the fact that you got all of his affection for years and years after he tried to kill me?”

Jin Ling blanched.

“I wonder if he would’ve gotten me a dog, too,” Nie Songsong mused. “I was too young for that when he ordered his demonic cultivator to feed me to fierce corpses and have my body ravaged until it was barely recognizable…but sure, let’s talk about how he tried to kill you.”

“I was talking about Sect Leader Nie!”

“Well, then, you should have been more specific. Sect Leader Nie’s my brother, not my father.”

“He’s a whole generation older than you!”

“My little uncle, then.”

Jin Ling flinched. “That’s worse. Go back to calling him your brother.”

Nie Songsong shrugged. “Would it help if we fought?”

“…what?”

“It makes me feel better, sometimes. Besides, I may be short, but I’m pretty good with the saber. I bet I could match your sword…maybe not your arrows. But I’ve always wanted to try.”

Jin Ling looked at him suspiciously for a long moment.

“Okay,” he finally said. “Sure. Why not?”

“I really hate that you’re kind of cool,” Lan Jingyi told him.

“I am so cool,” Nie Songsong said, and passed him another jar of wine. “Want to see my spring book collection?”

“…yes please.”

“Thank you for taking care of him,” Lan Xichen said to Nie Huaisang, who shrugged. “I’m sorry that you couldn’t trust me to help.”

“It’s only what I should have done,” Nie Huaisang said, not for the first time. He’d said it so often these past few days that it felt like a new refrain, an alternative to the old I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. He preferred the original. “I was his little uncle, remember? I held him on his first month party. How could I do any less?”

He did not say that Lan Xichen, who could be classified as Jin Rusong’s older uncle, had done much less, but from Lan Xichen’s expression, he’d taken it that way anyway.

“You never…” Lan Xichen hesitated. “Did you ever have any – concerns?”

“That he’d turn out an idiot? No. I figured he’d be in good company, with me.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Oh, you meant whether I was worried that he’d grow up longing for his blood family over his adopted family and turn against me in favor of his real father?” Nie Huaisang asked mildly. “No, not really. The memory of your father ordering you to be mauled by fierce corpses and to make sure your face is destroyed so that there’s a reason to refuse to let your mother see the body, as it would only upset her, is a fairly effective panacea against things like that.”

“No,” Lan Xichen said, though he looked sick all over again at the reminder of how considerate Jin Guangyao could be when it came to those he thought of as people, and how monstrous he was towards those he didn’t. “No, just – your brother always took such a hard line against the Wen sect…”

“Because they were raised with the philosophy that they were superior to the rest of us and my brother purposefully made himself into the symbol of their fallibility, thereby making himself and all the rest of us the primary target for their traumatic realization that they’re just as weak and vulnerable as everyone else,” Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes. “Our Nie sect cultivators were always especially targeted whenever we were captured – our survival rate as prisoners of war was less than half all the other sects, and it wasn’t just because we were usually more injured when we got caught. Even the civilians surnamed Wen would pull out knives and try to stab us in the back if they had half a chance! We were in a blood feud with them, er-ge. You don’t put down blood feuds just like that, not even if you want to. That’s not how it works.”

Lan Xichen nodded slowly, thoughtful.

“Anyway, Songsong is mine now,” Nie Huaisang said. “Just as Lan Sizhui is your brother’s, and Jin Ling Jiang Cheng’s. Can’t we all just agree to not care about the rest?”

“I suppose we have to,” Lan Xichen said, bowing his head. “Huaisang…did you ever think about what happens now? I mean – what should we do next?”

“I don’t know,” Nie Huaisang said, and smiled humorlessly when Lan Xichen looked at him. “I’m not joking. I didn’t know what to do when I got Songsong for the first time, er-ge, and I don’t know what to do now, either. I just wanted to see justice done for my da-ge, and I did, and for the rest – I don’t know.”

“That’s fine,” Lan Xichen said. “I don’t know, either.”

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang thought. Spine as steel as your saber.

“Would you like to come visit the Unclean Realm sometime?” he asked, pretending to be casual. “Perhaps we can figure out what we don’t know together. If you like.”

“…perhaps I will,” Lan Xichen said.

#mdzs #nie huaisang #xue yang #lan xichen #jin rusong #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #my fic #my fics #nothing ventured nothing gained

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highladyluck · 3 years

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Run, Son of Battles Playlist

Direct link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4oUFnF2nm4C21VluLcy0vN

26 songs, 1 hr 22 min. From “battles interest me” to “you will bring devastation to our enemies”, this playlist explores Mat as a fighter, leader, and even lover (in my defense, it’s hard to separate them). The song I started building the playlist off of was “Horse Soldier”, and once you get to that song you’ll see why I chose this playlist for the “History” prompt of the Wheel of Time Countdown week.

This covers the whole series, so ‘ware spoilers.

Track List:

1. Run Boy Run – Woodkid

2. Battlecry – Jordan Mackampa

3. Devil’s Right Hand – Johnny Cash

4. Aufmunterung Zum Treiben - Signal – Bläserkorps Der Jägerschaft

5. Lemon to a Knife Fight – The Wombats

6. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark – Fall Out Boy

7. Knife Fight – Painted Shield

8. God’s Gonna Cut You Down – Dead Posey

9. Choked Out – The Mountain Goats

10. Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier – Corb Lund

11. Cavalry Captain – The Decemberists

12. Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

13. I’m Gonna Win – Rob Cantor

14. Blood on My Name – The Brothers Bright

15. Gay Bar – Electric Six

16. Red Right Hand – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

17. Big Guns – Ruelle

18. Black Fox – Heather Dale

19. New Blood – Zayde Wølf

20. They All Fall Down – XY Unlimited

21. Take a Look at This – Zayde Wølf

22. This is My World – Esterly, Austin Jenkes

23. Spent Gladiator 2 – The Mountain Goats

24. Main Attraction – Jeremy Renner

25. Glitter & Gold – Barns Courtney

26. Pray for Rain – The Devil Makes Three

Commentary and lyrics underneath the cut.

Run, Son of Battles Playlist

Run Boy Run – Woodkid

Run boy run! They're trying to catch you Run boy run! Running is a victory

Leaving the Two Rivers, but also getting chased by Trollocs. Speaking of which…

Battlecry – Jordan Mackampa

I won't stay silent Even without air in my lungs

Mat’s first battlecry, Mat’s first noose! We got some really delicious foreshadowing outside Shadar Logoth, didn’t we?

Devil’s Right Hand – Johnny Cash

I saw my first pistol in the general store

In the general store, when I was thirteen

I thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen

I know I’ve used this before but it’s such a good ‘Mat can’t resist a shiny deadly thing’ song.

Aufmunterung Zum Treiben - Signal – Bläserkorps Der Jägerschaft

[horn solo]

This is a traditional hunting horn call to the hunt, and I listened to an entire album of German hunting horn music to bring you the BEST POSSIBLE TRACK for the sounding of the Horn of Valere.

Lemon to a Knife Fight – The Wombats

I kick and you like to punch I'm unhinged and you're undone I'm not getting out of here alive I brought a lemon to a knife fight I brought a lemon to a knife fight

I noticed that Mat spends all of TDR getting into knife fights (and sword fights I guess), right after he permanently loses his Sexy Evil Knife. It’s like the universe is determined to rub his nasty breakup in his face.

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark – Fall Out Boy

I'm in the details with the devil So now the world can never get me on my level I just got to get you out of the cage I'm a young lovers rage Gonna need a spark to ignite

And this is when our boy learned how to use incendiary devices and literally broke into the world’s most legendary fortress.

Knife Fight – Painted Shield

Ooh, I'm a lover not a fighter

Baby, don't you forget it now

Ooh, don't want no trouble

But keep pushing it and baby, you'll get it now

Finally, Mat has knives to bring to all the knife fights. And trust me, there are so many knife fights.

God’s Gonna Cut You Down – Dead Posey

You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Mat tries to run from his fate, but it’s not really working. (Also, bonus Rhuidean joke that’s a little less obvious than the next track.)

Choked Out – The Mountain Goats

I can see the future, it's a real dark place Choked out, choked out, choked out

This is here for obvious Eelfinn reasons, but I also liked that it kept with the fighting theme.

Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier – Corb Lund

And I knew Saladin and rode his swift Arabians

Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts

And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen

Once again against myself was cast

This is what I imagine Mat’s memories are like.

Cavalry Captain – The Decemberists

I am the cavalry captain I am the remedy to your heart

Absolutely stole this from the “mat cauthon take 2” playlist, because it’s perfect.

Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

Don't go around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise

Never going to get tired of using this for the Seanchan invasion of Ebou Dar, sorry.

I’m Gonna Win – Rob Cantor

Sometimes I get flustered and beaten and blistered Abandoned outside in the cold

But I'm gonna win, I'm gonna try I'll never lose, I'll never die You've seen me before, you'll see me again

Mat from the point the wall falls on him to when he finally escapes Ebou Dar, since both Path of Daggers and Winter’s Heart land on huge cliffhangers in the Mat storyline.

Blood on My Name – The Brothers Bright

When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you With the Hounds of Hell comin' after you I've got blood, I've got blood on my name

I think the number of Sea Folk he couldn’t save, as well as having to order Renna’s death really messes Mat up, and Winter’s Heart and Crossroads of Twilight show Mat struggling with the guilt of decisions he’s made as a leader.

Gay Bar – Electric Six

Let's start a war, start a nuclear war At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar

Tonal whiplash, but I could not resist putting this in. And hey, it’s got war in it!

Red Right Hand – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Through the ghettos and the barrio And the Bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands

Stacks of green paper in his Red right hand

Love to commemorate the moment Tuon sees Mat with the Band and is like “I may have made some incorrect assumptions”.

Big Guns – Ruelle

The blood on your hands is thick And you're placing bets

I’ve used this song before, but again, absolutely perfect for Tuon realizing Mat is incredibly deadly.

Black Fox – Heather Dale

"Ride on, my gallant Huntsman... when must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name And I will come and you shall have the best of sport and game."

How I imagine the Seanchan feel about Mat after the campaign he fought to get Tuon back to Ebou Dar. Also works a bit for Mat returning to the *Finn!

New Blood – Zayde Wølf

It's too late to try, there's nothing you can do I'm gonna run all over you

I'm looking for new blood And nothing's gonna stop me now

When Mat gets put in charge of the Seanchan army. And yes, I do intend there to be a double meaning for ‘new Blood.’

They All Fall Down – XY Unlimited

Many braver men before me died along this road I've found One by one, they all fall down One by one the soldiers crumble See them as they stand and tumble

The Last Battle is… not going well.

Take a Look at This – Zayde Wølf

Let me tell you what I wanna do Let's just forget reputations

The Last Battle is not going well, and Mat can fix it.

This is My World – Esterly, Austin Jenkes

This is my world, Oh, you took a wrong turn Now you're stuck in my world, Trust me, this is gonna hurt

Mat is FINALLY in charge of the Last Battle.

Spent Gladiator 2 – The Mountain Goats

Stay in the game

Just try to play through the pain

Like a fighter who's been told it's finally time for him to quit

Show up in shining colours

And then stand there and get hit

Last Battle is not going well (again) but Mat will fix it…

Main Attraction – Jeremy Renner

God, I like your style You're the perfect distraction You're the main attraction

…with a little help from his wife (and her army, obviously).

Glitter & Gold – Barns Courtney

I am flesh and I am bone Arise, ting ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul

I think of this as a kind of soundtrack to Mat vs Shaisam and Mat’s part in Rand’s metaphysical fight.

Pray for Rain – The Devil Makes Three

Well, everybody has their price Is that true, is that right Who is our enemy Today it's you, tomorrow me

Last Battle’s over, Mat… what will you do next?

#wheel of time #wheel of time playlist #playlist #mat cauthon #wheel of time countdown #wot countdown #wot countdown: history #problematic fave tuon

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zafirosreverie · 4 years

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Hi I was the one who asked about the Daenerys fic if your ok with it would you be ok with doing one where reader was riding the dragon that the night king shot down. And dany had to watch them fall but reader didn’t die and ends up coming back with the dragon and saves dany from the night walkers during the fight at winterfell. If your uncomfortable with it then you don’t have to I will understand. Love your writing by the way.

Here it is hon! As i said, i haven't watch the show in a long time (and it's my first time writting for her in a almost a year) so, I'm sorry if Daenerys feels ooc or if i got something wrong.

I hope you like it!

Fly again (Daenerys x reader)

You didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.

You had gone with Daenerys to rescue Jon Snow and the others, fighting against this...thing called The Night King. You really didn’t understand why Dany would care this much for the man, but you didn’t question it either. It was Daenerys, your khaleesi (and a little more)! You would always be by her side, no matter what.

You were so fortunate to have her trust and love. By the time she found you alone, she was already a widow. She took you under her wing and kept you by her side, allowing you to grow closer to her and her children. She would do anything for you and you would die for her.

Seemed that the universe thought it was a good time to prove it.

When Dany decided to go help the men, you quickly offered to go with her. She smiled and kissed you softly before she told you to go with Viserion.

Viserion. Your lovely boy.

You loved the three children of Daenerys, as if they were your own, and they seemed to accept you too, but Viserion was always your secret favorite. He was often left behind in the sake of Drogon, who was stronger and fiercer, or for Rhaegal, who was much calmer and serene, always at the orders of his mother and brother.

But Viserion was always in the middle ground. Not as strong as Drogon, but much more naugthy than Rhaegal. And you loved it. From the time when he was just a baby, he would often sit on your shoulder, or curl up on your lap, pulling on your clothes to have your attention. When he growed up a little and was learning to hunt, he would often bring something for you, from a single fish or a whole goat. It was so cute of him.

Dany would joke about how you stole her place as his parent.

And maybe you did. Not fully, of course, but this was your baby too.

And now, the two of you were falling. Falling from the fucking sky. It hurted you to know that this was the end, that you couldn’t save your boy, that you would never see your other children. But most of all, that you wouldn’t kiss Dany or hold her in your arms ever again.

“I’m sorry, boy” you shushed as you and the dragon kept falling, some of his blood in the air “I love you” you whispered for both him and Daenerys.

The last thing you felt was something strong and rough wrapping around you, before the darkness swallowed you.

Daenerys watched in horror as The Night King shot her son and made him fall.

“Y/N” she whispered. You were there, you were on Viserion’s back!

The shock made her freez and she couldn’t move as she watched you both falling to the ground. The dragon curled up as he fell, but you weren’t nowhere to be seen. The world disappeared for her.

She didn’t feel the men getting on Drogon’s back, or Ser Jorah calling her name, telling her to fly. She just couldn’t feel anything as she watched Viserion disappear in the cold water. When Jorah put his hand on her shoulder, she snapped out of her shock and ordered Drogon to get them out of there.

As they flew away, she glared one last time to the broken ice. She knew her other two children felt the same pain as her. They lost you both.

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You didn’t know how much time you were unconscious. You gasped for air when you woke up and quickly watched around. You were lying on the snow, but couldn't see anything beyond a meter. Something covered you, enclosing you in a kind of cocoon. It took you a few moments to recognize the warmth around you.

"Viserion" you whispered.

The dragon was hugging you, protecting you.

You carefully pushed one of the wings and walked outside your cocoon. You heard the dragon groaning as you walked to his head, patting it. Viserion slowly opened his eyes and you sighed in relief when you noticed they were still green. He was still your boy.

“Good to know that the night king didn’t take you from me, boy” you said as you kissed his head.

Your second thought was Dany. She probably thought you were dead. Damn it, not long ago you thought you were dead yourself! The simple thought of her mourning you, mourning for Viserion, was too much for you. You wanted to go to her, to hug her and kiss her. And Drogon and Rheagal! They were your children too, and even if your bond with them wasn’t as strong as your bond with Viserion, you knew they loved you as much as you loved them. And they lost a brother too. God, you wanted to comfort them all. But you couldn’t with Viserion in that state.

His wound was still open and it broke your heart. He saved you. Saved you from the fall, saved you from drowning, saved you from the cold. He protected you even when he hurt himself. It was your turn to take care of him, and you swore to all the gods you knew that you would see him fly again. For him, for Drogon, for Rheagal and for Dany.

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“Watch out!” you yelled and Viserion dodged a tree, making you laugh. It felt so good to fly again with him.

The past months were a nightmare for you. It was extremely hard to take care of a wounded dragon, and even more when you were in the middle of nowhere. Finding food was a hard task as you were recovering too and Viserion couldn’t move too much. The cold was often a pain in your ass as you couldn’t even see too much because of the snow.

That and you also had to hide from the night walkers. Apparently, The Night King thought you were dead too, and wanted Viserion on his army. Hidding a fucking dragon was probably the hardest thign you have ever done. But the love you had for Viserion and the hope to see Daenerys someday again, kept you alive all this time.

You knew the Night King had a plan and knowing Dany, she would be on Winterfell when the night walkers invade it. So you didn’t have much time. You had to train with Viserion to be ready for the war.

It made you feel guilty, making him fight too soon after his recovery, but you didn’t have other choice. You had to do it, for Dany.

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Daenerys looked around, trying to find someone to help her or something to defend herself. The night king made her fall from Drogon and she was alone on the battlefield.

It was her fault, really. She has been blinded by the rage. It was him who took it all from her: her son, her partner, the love of her life. Everything she loved! And she wasn’t known for forgiving someone who hurted what was important to her.

That’s why she risked herself and attacked him alone. She was sure Drogon’s fire would be enough to kill him, but the bastard just walked out of it as if it was a simple breeze. Now she was alone, and pretty sure she would die.

At least...at least she would see you again.

The night walkers approached her from all the angles. She was surrounded, without escape and without a weapon. Although even if she had one, she still would not have been able to defend herself, she had no combat experience.

And then, she saw it.

A fireball coming from the sky, forming a barrier in front of her and burning the night walkers. What the hell? When she looked up again, she gasped. It couldn’t be.

You were on Viserion’s back, with fire burning on your e/c eyes. You were smiling. And alive. You were pretty alive.

Viserion landed a few steps from Daenerys. You got off his back quickly and ran to her. Surprise filled her beautiful face.

"Khaleesi" you said, smiling at her and waiting for her to recover from her surprise. You knew that you would have to move fast, to help in the battle, but at that moment, the only important thing was that she was there, in front of you, beautiful as always. You had missed her so much.

“Y/N?” she whispered, not sure if her mind was playing tricks on her. She prayed it wasn’t the case as she threw herself at your arms.

You were there. You really were there. You were alive. And Viserion too!

“How-” she couldn’t finish because you pressed your lips to hers.

It felt so good kissing her again. She was shocked, but quickly kissed your back, letting all her grieve fade away, replaced with relief and happiness. She thought you were dead, she had mourned you!

“Viserion saved me” you said and smiled. Dany blinked and couldn’t help but to feel grateful and proud of her son.

The dragon growled when more night walkers appeared. You took Daenerys’ hand and helped her to climb onto Viserion’s back. You wished you had more time to talk, to hug and kiss her. But it will have to wait.

For now, you have ice asses to kick.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #request #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #daenerys targaryen #daenerys x reader

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pregnant-piggy · 3 years

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Summer Games - three

Blaise Zabini x reader

masterlist

warnings: no pronouns used for the reader,

A/N: I had so much fun writing this part and coming up with all the stupid things! I really hope you like it :)

written for @omgrachwrites writing challenge with the prompts: ‘I can’t have this argument with you again.’ ‘But—’ ‘No, I’m done.’ and ‘Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.’

word count: 3.9k

The next morning Blaise awoke before Draco and rather than waking his friend too, Blaise got dressed in silence and slipped out of the room. He walked down to the kitchen, where he found you sitting at the table with a mug in your hands, reading the morning papers.

‘Might rain this afternoon,’ you said without looking up.

Blaise hummed something as he sat down opposite of you and poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked up and studied your face as you read the newspaper. Your eyes scanned the pages quickly, picking out the things worth reading. Blaise watched you for a few minutes until you had finished and looked up at him.

‘What you’re doing?’ he asked when you kept looking at him.

‘Looking at you,’ you smiled.

Blaise chuckled nervously. ‘I noticed that, yeah. But why?’

‘I’m probably not gonna see you all day,’ you shrugged. ‘Don’t wanna forget that pretty face of yours.’

Blaise straightened his back and blinked. ‘Don’t wanna—’

‘Good morning, lovelies!’ Pansy interrupted as she threw open the door of the kitchen and strode in.

Blaise was still turned to you and watched as you hugged Pansy shortly before she sat down next to you. She poured herself some coffee and looked at Blaise.

‘Blaise, stop staring, that’s rude,’ Pansy said and she waved her hand in front of Blaise’s face.

He quickly looked away from you and shot Pansy a nasty look before he turned to his coffee.

‘Pansy don’t bug him,’ you scolded and shot Blaise a kind smile. ‘It’s only morning.’

‘Fine, fine,’ Pansy said and she waved your words away with her hand. ‘I won’t bug him until later this day.’ She took a sip from her coffee and pulled a face before quickly scooping two spoons of sugar in her cup. ‘Where’s Draco?’

‘Still asleep,’ Blaise muttered. ‘I considered hexing him awake, but I still have to sleep here for two nights and Draco with a grudge is not someone you want to sleep next to.’

‘I am not that bad,’ a grumpy voice at the doorframe said. Draco walked into the room and flopped down on the chair next to Blaise. ‘Coffee, please.’

‘Sure, you’re not that bad,’ you snickered as you poured coffee in Draco’s mug.

While Draco drank his coffee, you told your friends what Game today would be. ‘It’s the last day before the winner gets announced. Yesterday while we were at the lake the other half of the teams played games in the fields. Before we set off today we’ll get the ranking so far, so you know what team to beat.’

‘But what are we doing today?’ Pansy asked.

A big smile spread on your face. ‘It’s the best Game of the whole festival. The organisation has put out a big scavenger hunt. It goes through the whole village and we have to solve riddles and collect things. You’ll get a list with things to collect and usually the team splits up in little groups and each group gets a part of the list.’

‘What sort of things do we have to collect? Because I’m really not interested in breaking my back from carrying a lot,’ Draco said.

‘I don’t know,’ you replied. ‘Usually there’s a theme to the hunt. My grandma helps to put it together and previous years she’d tell me what the theme was but she hasn’t this year.’

‘So we’ll just go around town collecting things? Isn’t that boring?’

Your smile faltered a bit and Blaise kicked Draco under the table. ‘Don’t listen to him, he’s a jerk in the morning. It sounds fun!’

You smiled thankfully at Blaise and after Pansy also reassured you that it sounded great, your smile was back on your face, and it stayed there for the rest of the morning.

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The scavenger hunt had officially started. A little earlier the scores of the teams had been disclosed; the Sly Foxes were on top with only two points difference between them and the Red Titans. Next were the Oiled Machines and at the bottom the Raging Angels. But just by a few points so all could change with the scavenger hunt.

The organisation had handed out the lists with the things to collect and the theme had quickly been clear.

Book of Spells … 7 pts

Iron Cauldron … 15 pts

Vial with Sleeping Potion … 12 pts

Witch Hat … 5 pts

Unnecessarily the woman of the organisation had added that the theme of this year’s hunt was ‘magic’ and both Blaise and Draco had had to refrain their laughter at the stereotypical items they had to collect. There was a whole list on ingredients for potions that no real wizard would ever think of using, such as goat milk and rabbit turds. Apparently Muggles still thought of witches as old, weary women in little shacks in the woods.

Blaise and Draco had been teamed up with three other Foxes. Neither of them knew any of the three, but after his little spat with Alysia two days ago, Blaise was more than happy that he wasn’t in her team.

The oldest of their team was Ivanna, a woman of thirty-four with a pale face and sleek brown hair. Despite the heat she was wearing long trousers and a jacket over her shirt. She’d told the rest of the team that she had a little baby of just two months old, so that if she seemed tired it meant she probably was.

The second of the three was the twenty-three year old student Mica. They had a dark golden skin and black, curly hair that had been cut short and dyed blue in the ends. Under the blue bangs lay two dark eyes that glittered with excitement and competitiveness. Mica was a student in London, but they had come back to the town where they’d grown up for the Summer Games.

The last teammate was the very young Raoul. He was the son of the man Draco and Blaise had met the first day of the festival at the stand with the cherry pastries, Hank. Raoul was just eleven years old, but he brought a childlike enthusiasm with him that made everyone in the team energized.

They were by far the youngest team, as all the other teams had the more aged villagers, so they called themselves the Sly Pups. Quickly they set to work and looked at the items on their list.

‘Does this make any sense to you?’ Ivanna asked as she handed the list to Blaise and Draco.

Errn rq srwlrqv … 7 pts

Eurrpvwlfh … 17 pts

Fordn … 9 pts

Fdqgohv .. 10 pts

‘I don’t get it,’ Draco said to the rest of the team and then he whispered to Blaise: ‘You didn’t take Ancient Runes, did you?’

‘No, I didn’t,’ Blaise answered and he looked at the sheet in his hand. ‘But I doubt these are runes.’

Blaise looked around at the rest of the Sly Foxes but they didn’t seem to have the same problems, as they were already heading off. Then he looked at the other teams on the field and realised that from each team one group would stay bent over their list while the others took off. In one of the remaining teams Blaise recognised you and Pansy.

‘You don’t think it’s a mistake, do you?’ Ivanna asked with frowned eyebrows.

‘No, the other teams have it too,’ Blaise said and he nodded to the three groups left behind around them.

‘Wait, this one we can read!’ Mica said and pointed out the first line on the paper. ‘”To understand the magic you must always think three steps ahead.” What does that mean?’

The whole team silenced as they thought about the possible meaning of the sentence. Raoul looked around on the ground as if he would find the answer literally three steps ahead of him. For minutes it was quiet and Blaise’s annoyance grew.

To make his irritation even worse two of the other teams around them, including your team, had found the solution to the weird texts and were now running off the field. Blaise let out an exasperated sigh and he shook his head.

‘It can’t be this hard,’ Draco said.

‘It’s some sort of secret language, but I don’t understand the three steps,’ Mica admitted and they rubbed their temples with their knuckles.

‘My dad taught me a secret language once,’ Raoul said. ‘So we could write each other without my other dad finding out. We changed each letter with the one next in the alphabet.’

‘Of course!’ Mica exclaimed and they took the paper from Blaise. ‘Does someone have a pen?’

Ivanna gave Mica a pen and they turned Draco around to use his back. ‘What are you doing?’ Draco snapped but Mica ignored him as they started to write the alphabet on the top of the paper.

‘Look, it’s actually really easy,’ they said. ‘Each letter is swapped for a letter three steps ahead in the alphabet! Just like Raoul said!’

‘So that would mean that the e in the first word is actually a…’

‘A b!’ Mica completed Blaise’s sentence. ‘So the first word is… book… on… pot—potions! We have to find a potions book!’

‘I’ve got one of those in my bag,’ Draco muttered, but Blaise kicked him softly on his leg.

‘We have to go the library!’ Raoul said and he ran off.

‘Raoul! Wait a minute! Not so fast!’ Ivanna yelled after him and the group quickly followed the little boy.

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Your team had quickly figured out the solution to the weird text and found a potions book in the library, accompanied by a little paper with the next clue. Now you were sitting on the wall around the garden of the library with your team.

On your right sat Pansy and on your left Quincy. Quincy was your grandparents’ neighbour and you knew him very well so you were glad he was on your team. He was fifty-five and he had studied philosophy at the university in the nearest big city when he was younger. You hoped his intelligence would be applicable in the hunt, and so far it had for he had figured out the secret language.

Opposite of you stood Chantelle, the forty-two year old town’s librarian. Despite her being in her early forties she looked much older. She had a wrinkled face and neck and always stared at you with big eyes from behind her thick glasses. Her appearance was deceiving however, because her mentality was as quick as that of a young adult.

The last in your team was a teenage boy only a year older than you and Pansy. His name was Christopher and you had known him since you were a small child and you went to your grandparents in the summer. He had dark curls framing his olive face that was always painted with a bright smile. This time there was something other in his smile too and it only made sense to you after he told you that his boyfriend was in the other team and he desperately wanted to beat him.

‘y/n too,’ Pansy had said and Christopher had raised his eyebrow.

‘Really?’

‘No! Blaise is not my boyfriend!’ you’d cried to which Pansy had laughed.

‘Who said anything about Blaise? I merely said ‘boyfriend’.’

Now you were all looking at the new paper in your hand. The next item on the list was an eurrpvwlfh; a broomstick. Though finding out what the next item was had been easy, the real problem was finding the place where. The text on the paper you had gotten from the person in the library didn’t exactly help you very much.

Where I am is always a mystery.

Over mountains I fly,

Or I cross above the trees.

Down on the ground I rest,

Still and motionless I stand.

Pansy sighed and she threw her head back, closing her eyes as she thought about the riddle. Next to you, Quincy was staring at the text as if that would make him any wiser. Every once in a while he would hum but he didn’t come with an answer.

‘We’re gonna lose our lead like this,’ Christopher sighed as he looked around the street for other teams.

‘Surely we’re not seeing something,’ Pansy said and she tilted her head to the side, looking at the paper from a different angle. ‘No offense, but the organisation isn’t exactly a group of highly intelligent people, so maybe we have to think easier.’

Christopher chuckled and you faked a scowl at Pansy. ‘That’s my grandmother you’re talking about!’ you cried and Pansy just shrugged. ‘But you’re right. I am sure there is something clear that we’re overlooking.’

Chantelle cleared her throat and pointed at the text. ‘Maybe we should take a literal approach. You know, look at the text rather than the meaning?’

‘Here,’ you said and gave Chantelle the paper, allowing her to put her full focus on it.

Down the street you noticed a group of people approaching the library. Running ahead of the others was a young boy you recognised as Raoul. He had a big smile on his face and was waving the list with things to collect through the air. In the group behind him Blaise and Draco were walking together, followed by Mica and Ivanna. They noticed your team and Blaise and Draco waved.

‘Not to put pressure on you, but I really hope you can figure it out now because if we don’t win from Blaise and Draco I will be hearing that for the rest of my life,’ you sighed and Pansy nodded.

Chantelle looked up from the paper and winked at you. ‘I got it.’

Your team cheered and Blaise’s team, that was just about to enter the library, looked around. Upon seeing your team so happy, their faces turned sad.

‘See you tonight, boys!’ Pansy shouted. ‘Losers have to do the dishes!’

/\/\/\

Blaise and his team stepped out of the woods with the broomstick in their hand. The broom was old and twitchy and Blaise had to stifle a laugh thinking of how different the real broomsticks were in the wizarding world.

Again it had been Mica who had guessed the answer of the riddle. Blaise wondered where the team would be if they hadn’t been here. Probably still working on the first puzzle. But Mica had figured out that the first letters of the sentences in the little poem formed the word woods, the place where they had found the broomstick.

Now they only had the next word, fordn, meaning cloak, and a silver pin. It was not much to go on but Ivanna had recognised the pin straight away.

‘It comes from Mrs. Heath’s studio!’ she exclaimed and looked at the little pin in her fingers. ‘It’s what she uses for her dresses!’

Unfortunately Mrs. Heath’s studio lay on the other side of the village and it would take at least forty minutes before they’d get there.

‘Forty minutes?!’ Draco cried and when the team set off he turned to Blaise. ‘Stupid Muggles, why can’t we just apparate?’

‘Oh shut it, Malfoy,’ Blaise said. ‘It’s fun!’

‘I’m gonna curse y/n for making us do this…’

Grudging Draco followed the rest of his team and though Blaise would never say it to his friend, he had to admit that his feet were beginning to hurt.

The Sly Pups passed little houses with colourful front yards, full of flowers and bushes. The main street was silent and all the shops were closed, as most of the inhabitants were participating in the Games and there was no need for the stores to be open. They ran into a few other teams, but none of those had the same list as they had.

After forty-five minutes they arrived at the old house of Mrs. Heath. In the garden there was a little path, past pink flowerbeds and a small pond with fish. Halfway in the garden the path split in two. One side led to the bright yellow front door, the other led to a wooden door with a sign on it that said the Heath atelier.

Ivanna stepped through the garden and knocked on the yellow door. A minute it was silent and then an old lady opened the door. She was wearing an orange with blue flowers dress that reached to the ground and her grey hair hung in a braid over her shoulder. Her lips spread into a smile when she saw the five people at her door.

‘You’re the first ones!’ Mrs. Heath smiled and she stepped out of the door. ‘Come, come, follow me!’

Blaise sent Draco a questioning look as they followed Mrs. Heath to her studio. Your team had been far ahead of Pups, having figured out where to find the broomstick before Blaise’s team even had the riddle. In the forest there had been two brooms already collected, but apparently the Sly Pups were the only ones who had found where the silver pin came from.

Inside the Heath atelier stood four mannequins with colourful robes. Each had a different colour and pattern. There was a dark blue one with yellow stars, a green one covered with red flowers and one coloured yellow with orange and red flames. Blaise snickered at the cloaks; the only one he had even seen wearing such colours was Dumbledore and he couldn’t exactly be called a normal wizard.

‘You take this one,’ Mrs. Heath said and she pulled a bright pink cloak with yellow and green crescents embroidered in it from a mannequin. ‘And also—’ she opened a drawer and pulled out a thin object in the shape of a circle ‘—this one. Good luck!’

Ivanna took the object and the cloak and ushered the team outside. In the garden she handed over the cloak to Draco, who took it with a frown, and looked at what Mrs. Heath had given her.

‘It’s a coaster,’ Mica said, raising one eyebrow. ‘Why would she give us a coaster?’

Before anyone of the team could guess, however, another group arrived at the house. You and Pansy were walking ahead, both with tired and sweaty faces, and the rest of your team seemed just as exhausted.

Blaise waved at you and you gave him a weak smile back as you walked with your team inside.

‘Does anyone recognise this?’ Mica asked and they looked around the team.

Everyone shook their head and they sighed as one. Ivanna brought the coaster closer to her face and examined it. She dropped her shoulders and shook her head again. ‘I don’t know what it is.’

‘It probably has something to do with the next item,’ Mica said and they pulled out the list. ‘Candles. Is there a place here that sells candles or anything?’

‘But what has that got to do with the coaster?’ Blaise asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Mica admitted.

Your team came out of the studio with the green cloak and Pansy had a coaster in her hand. You huddled a little away from Blaise and your team formed a protective circle around the object in Pansy’s hand.

Blaise was standing with his back to your team, but he could hear the whispers. While his team tried to think of a solution for the weird puzzle, Blaise tried to listen to what your teammates had to say. And it seemed like your team had sorted it out as quickly as Ivanna had sorted out the solution of the pin.

‘I know where this is from,’ Quincy said. ‘At Mikey’s they use these coasters.’

‘And that would make sense, because in a restaurant they surely have candles!’ Chantelle added and the rest of your team mumbled approvingly.

Blaise looked around and saw your team leaving the garden and heading for the main street. You caught his stare and smiled enthusiastic at Blaise, making him weak in the knees with the innocent laugh on your face. Butterflies were fluttering through his stomach and he felt bad for eavesdropping on your team.

‘Blaise?’

‘Yeah?’ Blaise tore his gaze from you and turned to his team, finding them all looking at him.

Mica laughed and shook their head. ‘Ivanna said that she knows someone who makes candles,’ they said. ‘I know we haven’t got much time left, but it’s worth a try.’

The scavenger hunt would only last till four, then everyone had to return to the fields, whether they had found all the objects or not. Now there were only thirty minutes left, so they had to hurry.

Blaise looked at his team and thought of what he had heard a minute earlier. If they went to the candle-maker they would never get to the restaurant in time, and that would mean that they’d lose from your team. However, when Blaise thought of you and how happy you’d be when winning, he just couldn’t tell.

‘Sure,’ he said. ‘Sounds great.’

/\/\/\

You were lying in bed, staring at the shapes the lamp cast on the ceiling. Pansy was hopping around in the room, trying to find the pyjamas that she had thrown off this morning. Her footsteps were heavy sounds on the wooden floor.

There was a faint smile on your face. This afternoon your team had been the only one to return with all four of the items on the list. Though that didn’t guarantee that the Red Titans had won the entire scavenger hunt, it did mean that you and Pansy’s team had won from Blaise and Draco’s.

However, there was one more thing that added to your smile.

‘He knew,’ you said and sat up against the headboard of the bed.

‘Who knew what?’ Pansy asked as she was bent over in the closet.

‘Blaise knew where to find the candles.’

Pansy looked up at you. ‘What do you mean? His team didn’t find them.’

‘No, his team didn’t know,’ you said while Pansy took off her shirt and trousers. ‘But he did.’

Pansy neatly folded her clothes and placed them on a shelf in the closet. Then she closed the door and looked around the room. ‘Where the hell are my clothes?’ she mumbled before she looked back at you. ‘How do you know?’

‘He overheard Quincy telling where the coaster came from,’ you said and you lifted the pillow on the bed and revealed Pansy’s pyjamas. ‘He looked at me before we walked away. I could see it in his face.’

Pansy had sat down on the bed and pulled the shirt over her head. ‘So if he knew, why didn’t he tell his team?’ she asked and then a wicked smile spread on her face. ‘He let you win.’

‘He let us win, Pansy,’ you corrected, but even you couldn’t suppress a smile. ‘But yeah.’

‘So that’s why you’ve been smiling so much all evening!’ Pansy exclaimed loudly and you shushed her.

‘Shh! He’s still in the room next to us!’

Pansy rolled her eyes and crawled under the covers next to you. ‘Will you now believe he’s totally into you?’

You turned off the light on the nightstand and lay down, pulling the duvet up to your chin. You stared at the dark ceiling for a moment, thinking back of today. With a smile you took Pansy’s hand and gave it a little squeeze.

‘Perhaps.’

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