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how you get the girl (11)

🌌 and that's how it works- that's how you got the girl. 🌌

part i

it is widely known that anakin skywalker excels at nearly everything- except one: how to get the girl of his dreams.

words: ~5.4k (warning: also did not proofread)

aotc anakin skywalker x padawan!ofc (+ besties padme & artoo)

best friends to lovers, miscommunication, a little angst ig?, fluff, whiny emo teenager padawans

Evelyn found herself meditating more aggressively than usual the next morning... with a lightsaber.

After she had finished her perimeter check in just an hour, she resorted to whipping her weapon around in a never-ending storm.

Her mind was too scattered, too dark. It was consumed by feelings she had suppressed for far too long, even though they were inevitable.

The vibrations hummed in the air. and she danced along with it. As she fought the enemy in her mind, she lost herself to the flow of it, letting the Force embody her, and she the Force.

Twirling and thrusting and concentrating, Evelyn reached the peak of her combination and went for the blowing swing.

Only to find resistance on the other end.

Opening her eyes in alarm, she was welcomed with the plague himself, his saber connected ferociously to hers.

Sparks sprouted around them, their blue rays challenging each other as they pushed one another.

"I knew I'd find you here," Anakin smirked, never faltering in his engagement to her saber.

From the intersection of their blades, Evelyn couldn't help but feel a little lost at the sight of his azure eyes, seeing how it matched their twined lightsabers.

She's always subtly complimented him about it, but never in the way she thought at that very moment.

"Oh yeah?" she dared to push against him a little harder, partly as a way to scold herself, "Is that what you told yourself running 'round the past few days?"

At this she ducked underneath his arm, freeing the both of them to circle around each other.

He chuckled deeply, "So you own up to actively avoiding me?"

Evelyn tilted her head, smiling behind the spinning blur of her lightsaber.

"You know I never lie."

"Well then if you're so honest," Anakin edged on, pointing the tip of his saber towards her, "Then what say you a bet?"

Despite herself and the events of the last few days (or the lack thereof), she was open to the idea.

She did admit that she found his composed demeanor quite strange, knowing Anakin extremely well as impatient. She expected harsh questioning, annoyed monologues, nosy tendencies; instead, he was acting as anything but that. Well, to an extent-he was still his cocky self this early in the morning.

Padme's rubbing off on him, I guess.

"Go on."

"We duel." Anakin states strongly, "It's been a while, so it’s even ground. And whoever wins, gets to make the other do something."

Evelyn scoffed, "Well, that's what a bet is. I meant, what's at stake?"

"If I win, you stop acting like a hellion and join us today. No questions asked," he gazed down at her.

Huh?

"And if I win?" she stopped walking, keeping her weapon by her side.

"I leave you alone," Anakin said simply, face unreadable.

Curious.

They regarded one another for a while, eyeing the other for any foul intentions. Taking it to the next level, their reach out to each other through the Force was wide open, unlike how Evelyn had closed herself off from him for days.

And so she rushed forward, swinging the first strike.

He met her by his head, admittedly a little shocked she would go straight for his neck.

He forced her to his right, then pulled her towards him so she would spin away, allowing for him to regroup. Anakin lunged for her legs, leaving a path of light in the wake of her fast feet, backing up on her toes as preparation to jump over his head.

She landed facing his back, and snatched his defenseless side as an opportunity. But as she expected, he had blocked her, his arms twisted to cover him, and his face turned over his shoulder to peek at her determined face.

He smiled, missing this.

A battling blur of blue and white ensued, dangerously similar to lightspeed; their movement rocked back and forth, bringing balance to their battle as they danced a tango they've danced before.

Both were swift, sure and strong in their steps, and it was painfully clear that they were each other's equals as they showed no falter.

Behind her followed her streak of dark hair, as sharp as her eyes; ever following Anakin's movements, discerning, calculating, deciding. She tried to ignore how his eyes never left hers if he could help it, and how she couldn't leave his. Evelyn didn't know what made this spar so different, but it intoxicated her senses.

She blamed the heat she was feeling on their lightsabers.

On the other side of their ferocious frolic, Anakin watched her fight as his body responded naturally, for they always did a thousand times. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth gnawing on her lip, her hair falling into place; he could fight her over and over again, win over and over again, lose over and over again, if it meant he got to witness this.

Unsurprisingly, Anakin maneuvered his saber in a way that always confused his opponents. Rarely Evelyn, however, as she had seen his signature move enough to handle it. He spun it impossibly fast twice behind and in front of him, meaning to draw her attention everywhere.

He was unsuccessful.

But he was counting on that.

Her perfect-on-paper tactic to strike his legs the split second his momentum drove him upwards was met with a jump. Anakin tucked his knees up to her surprise, then scooped her lightsaber in to turn against her.

He had caged her in: her own vertically challenging the side of her face, and his horizontally threatening her throat. Yet all she could feel was his racing heartbeat behind her as he pressed her back into his chest.

She silently hoped he couldn't feel hers.

"And one more thing." she barely stopped herself from shivering when his breath tingled her ear, practically feeling his ear-to-ear grin, “You've gotta wear the dress."

•〰️•

It's shorter than I thought.

Evelyn expected as much. Padme was almost 4 inches shorter than her with a much daintier physique- of course, she would need less tightening of the soft corset attached, and it would stop above her ankles rather than her feet.

Though, the Padawan wasn't going to lie- the dress was beautiful.

Padme deserved credit for her fashion sense, for she knew well enough that Evelyn preferred simplicity and comfort, and gifted her a dress she was in genuine admiration of.

Like everything here, it was soft; lace hugging her skin as if it knew it belonged to be on her. She wasn't sure how Padme had come to know of her favourite colour, but the wispy layers of the dress were of a midnight blue, the same one would see if they looked up at the sky in the latest hours of the night.

Yes, it may have been odd given that all of her life was spent in space- one would think she would be tired of such a shade. But the night had been her friend since before she was plucked out of Canto Bight's fathier farm, always reassuring her that it was okay not to sleep, always staying with her as she told it her hopes and dreams until the sun came to ruin it all.

The straps on each side intertwined with one another, deceiving all to believe they were dark vines crawling up from the gently layered skirt, up her soft corset, across her shoulders. It wrapped her in all the right places, and she couldn't stop feeling anxious about wearing it in front of other people. Angling herself around multiple times to ensure nothing was more awkward, she scrutinised herself in the mirror.

"So this is what Padme feels like everyday," she said to herself, “Not in the same robes everyday, feeling pretty and strong.”

An all too familiar series of robotic chirps muffled through the door, and she knew R2 had come to escort her; unsurprisingly, Anakin and Padme had gone ahead.

She took a deep breath, still slightly upset she had lost the duel, and headed for the door.

"Where did you say?" Evelyn asked her companion.

They had just crossed a riverbank, encircled by large, majestic waterfalls that kissed her lightly with its teardrops.

"We're almost there! Just up ahead in the field," R2 beeped, letting out a surprised yelp as Evelyn placed him safely down on the bank.

"Hey, watch your language, Artoo," Evelyn frowned, Anakin's been talking to him too much, “Plus, I thought you could swim?"

He zoomed through the grass at the implication, afraid he'd be sent swimming back to the villa.

"Seems a bit extra for me to wear a dress like this out here, no?"

She watched her step, careful not to stain the dress.

He whirred and tittered in response, and it made Evelyn beam bashfully.

"Thank you, R2. And you look pretty, too."

It was a bright, ever sunny day, but Evelyn supposed the giant waterfalls provided them with a dew that brightened the whole field up.

She didn't know whether to be surprised or not anymore, for the flowers scattering the scene were breathtaking.

Just up ahead, was the pair sitting on a small clearing, where blades of grass turned outwards as if accommodating them.

"Evelyn," Padme gasped, cupping her face as she stood to meet the approaching Padawan, "Oh, it's so much better than I imagined!"

Padme squealed softly and held her at arms-length, observing her.

"You look amazing as well, Padme."

Indeed she did, in a floral dress that spelled out her elegance, the sun making it almost golden to the eye.

Anakin’s got one lucky ass.

"I do apologise, I didn't have anything that was longer for your height and less formal for the occasion.”

"No, please don't!" grasping her hands in return, "I can't thank you enough for your kindness. It truly is beautiful.”

"Well, it is even more so now," Padme smiled, dragging her towards Anakin, the droid and a noticeable basket in the middle, "Come! We haven't started eating yet."

"Good, Anakin wouldn't have left anything,” she joked, earning Padme's laugh.

The close attention from his gaze was not lost to her, and she couldn't bring herself to look straight at him.

But his aura forced her to. So, she looked to where he was sitting, already seeing him scan her every detail, every inch of her new look.

"So, where's your dress?" Evelyn snipped to break the ice. They sat down, and Padme began to offload the food in front of them.

"Oh, I would've worn it," he broke out of his trance and reached for a sandwich, "But I wouldn't've looked as pretty as you do right now"

Evelyn almost choked on nothing, refusing to let them see the profuse blush colouring her cheeks as she glanced down.

What lovely grass.

In all of their time together, Anakin had never called her 'pretty' out of nowhere. And even when he did, it was in the most unserious of contexts.

It wasn't to say that Evelyn never thought of Anakin as... attractive. Because he was.

It would be a crime to try and lie about that. Girls in and out of the temple would gawk and giggle as he walked past, and Evelyn would be there to watch all of it, trying her best not to let it influence her perspective.

"So, Ani," Padme brought up quickly as she sensed Evelyn's discomfort, "How did you draw our mission leader away from her duties?"

A pang of guilt rang in Evelyn's chest.

"An aggressive negotiation" they said at the same time. Though, Anakin had his mouth half-full.

"Aggressive negotiation?" Padme asked, "What's that?"

Evelyn waved a hand for Anakin to proceed, who laughed as he swallowed his food, "It's, well, a negotiation with a lightsaber.

"You guys did what now?" Padme asked astounded.

They burst into laughter, and that was the start of an afternoon that surprised even Evelyn. As if nothing had happened, the three of them bonded- talking of both surface and deeper topics, and getting up to explore the field when they found sitting tiresome.

"Careful!" came Evelyn's shriek.

The two women watched as the rebel was thrown around on a wild shaak's (as Evelyn had learned the creature was called) back, trying to maintain his balance as they unsteadily shot down the hill.

"Anakin Skywalker, you are not going to die on an animal's back on my mission!"

She assured Padme that she would retrieve him, telling her to stay put with R2. Evelyn removed her sandals, hiked up her dress and ran as fast as she could until she found a falter in the shaak’s prance.

"Then join me!" he yelled down at her. Anakin's big hand shot out, albeit bouncing up and down, and stayed there until she skeptically decided to take it.

A yelp escaped her mouth as she was tugged up, and she clung on to him for dear life when she had realised what she had done.

"Oh my word, I shouldn't be condoning this behaviour."

"Aw, c'mon, we used to do more reckless thing before this." he threw over his shoulder.

"Yes, but imagine how this would look if I had to report this back to the Council!"

"Then it'll stay a secret!" Anakin whooped, appreciating the feeling of Evelyn's arms wrapped around him.

He swerved them to the left, tightening her hold around his waist. They were both laughing to the point where their stomachs hurt, and she didn't find it so bad after all.

As they galloped towards the river, where a waterfall awaited them, Anakin tried to halt.

To no avail. His smile slowly faded. He tried again.

The shaak only seemed to gain speed, and it viciously dashed through the green and towards the roar of water.

30 meters.

"Anakin?" Evelyn's frantic call rang in his ears.

10 meters.

"Anakin!"

"Shit," he muttered. Anakin turned on his heels, taking her up into his arms and braced himself.

And just as the shaak feigned to head straight into the river, Anakin used the Force in panic to push it a sharp right, throwing them off its back and deep into the river.

The pressure hit them hard, water seizing their figures into its clutches. Evelyn felt herself wrapped against someone, and managed to open her eyes to see Anakin’s blurry figure inches away from her; strong arms wrapped around her, as if a protective shell from the impact.

Her heart dropped.

She took him with her as she rushed to the surface, ears popping to the angry bellow of the stream.

To her relief, and her wheezing composure, Anakin's blue eyes took her in, desperately surveying her, reflexively reaching for her.

"Are you okay?" he gasped nervously before she could ask. The two Padawans floated there, Evelyn's dress billowing around them.

Then she slapped him on the chest.

"Ow!"

"Why did you do that?!"

“What do you mean why did I-"

“You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"I'm sorry, are you really scolding me for prote-

"You don't need to protect me! We're both Jedi, Anakin!"

"I'm sorry, I just thought-”

"Well, don't!" she huffed. Her eyes were full of fear, and so was her Force signature- a mixture of colours that she would be ashamed to have. Colours of the dark.

Anakin saw it, and tried bringing her back to him. They held onto each other for what seemed like forever, brown meeting blue, chests heaving underwater. Her hair had come undone out of its tie, her lashes laced with droplets- he had never seen such beauty as he did then.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said carefully, eyes shifting down to her lips dangerously. Just a split second.

She noticed how close they were, and she couldn't resist roaming her stare to his wet hair, his strong jaw, his eyes.

"But you have to admit that was fun,” he quietly said in between them, and it bled the red out of her mind, turning into soothing blue and starlight, like he always managed to do.

“Yeah," her eyes flickered down too, a smile creeping up her own, "It was."

Evelyn welcomed his scent to wash over her, mixing with the smell of fresh water and wind blown grass.

Anakin couldn't believe he had always had the privilege of being this close to her all his life, but only noticed how much he couldn't bear to be without it now.

Did she perhaps feel as tortured as he did?

Was this it?

Was this the moment he had been waiting for?

Surfacing from the depths out of nowhere, her lightsaber caught her attention.

And so she decided not.

The young Jedi pulled away, blinking rapidly as she kicked to the shore, a confused Anakin just on her toes.

The red fog was back, and this time it was consuming both of their hearts.

"Now can you just tell me what's wrong?" he asked frustratedly, trudging out onto the bank.

She angrily hauled the wet dress that weighed her down, now dead from its wistful life just moments before.

"What?" she asked stiffly, her back remained turned to him.

He who couldn't care less about how cold he felt from the water, ridding himself of his leather vest and outer robe to catch up to her.

"Seriously? You've avoided me since we got here, and it's been annoying the shit out of me."

"There's nothing wrong," she turned to him, wet waves accompanying her rigid features, "And even if there was, why would I necessarily need to tell you?"

"Because you always have no matter what" his feet automatically followed her traipse up the bank, long strides getting him next to her in no time, "We always have."

She visibly struggled to walk away faster in her sopping dress.

"Well, you don't need to know everything about me."

"But I do!"

"Well we're just friends, Anakin!" she did not stop, one expressive hand flinging in the air, "Sometimes, I wanna have my own mind to think with, and sometimes you'll have to deal with things yourself, too!"

At that, his anger flared. He grabbed her wrist and turned her equally enraged face to him.

"What is going on with you?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing!"

She yanked her wrist away from him, and they were face to face, having an almost-screaming match.

"Bullshit.”

"Look, you have every opportunity to talk to someone you genuinely care about, someone you’ve really liked since we were kids," she swung her arm behind her, implying Padme, "Her door is right next to yours, and I'm giving you a chance to do what you can't when we leave."

Anakin swallowed. He'll take the chance.

"Are you... jealous?"

"What? Why would I be jealous?"

He shook the sinking feeling off.

"Well, I am worried about you, Eve," his voice rose.

She turned back around, striding once more; he followed.

"There's no need, nothing is wrong."

"You're lying through your teeth." he heatedly said to her as they walked, "And you told me you never lie."

"And because that's so, maybe this is a reflection of your inability to trust me or be wrong,” she hollered back.

"No, Eve! I know you better than anyone else in the world- in the whole goddamn galaxy," he pointed an accusatory finger at her, "You're acting just like how you used to when we first met."

"No, I'm not! I'm just making sure you and Padme get all the time you can!" her strong voice wavered.

He stopped in his tracks, breathing heavy, looking at her longingly.

"But why does that have to come at such a steep cost?"

"What?" she whipped around, not quite believing what she heard.

"I feel like I'm losing you, Eve. It feels like you're making me choose when at the end of the day- at the end of it all- you are my best friend. And I refuse to let you go that easy."

"Ani-” she shook her head.

Breathe, trying her best not to let tears fall. Not here, not now.

"You're stuck with me, like you were 10 years ago, whether you like it or not.”

Both of them panted at the speed they had been playing chase, and they stood there planted, gouging out what was next to come.

She took a deep breath, letting go of her skirt and tucking her wet hair behind her ears out of habit.

"Ani, I am making you choose. Because the two of us, we, break the Code everyday, every mission, every second we serve under the Order."

"Well, then-"

"But you and Padme can hide this with the distance as horrible as it sounds. You guys can survive through it," Evelyn pushed past his urge to interrupt, "We have and will always be looked down on for being... best friends."

She couldn't stop it anymore; her voice broke as she looked away from him, suddenly cursing the sky for setting into the night that she loved.

"…What are you saying?" he croaked. The world had never been quieter.

“Maybe I'm telling you to make the right choice.

And it isn't me."

•〰️•

Traveling back was painful. Dinner was painful. Going to bed was painful.

It tormented Anakin to know that this was what heartbreak felt like, and he didn't know whether he would be able to mend it.

He didn't need to go to sleep to face a possible nightmare, for he felt he was already living in one.

The stars cried for him, pouring out compassion through their twinkling lights. There, in his bed with the moonlight bathing him, did his sorrows lie. Fear, anger, hate lead to the dark side; but every time he was scared, it drove him to fight harder. To fight harder for her. And why was that so bad?

But when has he ever liked losing? When had he ever been obedient?

Never. Especially not with her. But ultimately, she had chosen him over herself, prioritising him over whatever she may or may not have felt; it saddened him even more.

Anakin swung the duvet out of his way, leaning his elbows into his knees. Taking his loose, camel-coloured shirt from a chair, he slipped it on and treaded for the balcony with a tired rub of his eyes.

Stepping out into the cool midnight air, he looked to his right, a small twinge of hope to see Evelyn on her own balcony, melancholy dripping off of her.

But she wasn't there.

Of course she isn't.

She was the one who found solitude in her self-control. When she made up her mind, it was often too hard to change it.

He knew she was right deep down; he just couldn’t believe that he had lost her in the snap of his fingers, when he spent so long to even get close to her.

The cool stone ledge under his hands comforted him in a strange way, in a manner that even the stars couldn't; it grounde him back to reality, back to his present, back to the light of the Force-

Evelyn?

In the distance, just about to detach from the dock, was Evelyn's undeniable silhouette aboard a gondola.

Alarm rang throughout his body, and he stumbled around in a rush to get her.

No doubt, he would go after her.

Anakin pushed off from the balustrade, and ran faster than he ever had- through the dark corridor, down the grand staircase, and towards the docks.

"Eve!" he bellowed, running down countless steps, not keeping in mind who could've heard him.

For once, he thanked the years of rigorous training for his stamina. One foot in front of the other, he raced time to see Evelyn drifting further and further away from the shore- from him.

"Eve!" he cupped his hands over his mouth, heaving from the rush while he dreadfully stood at the very edge of the wood.

She didn't turn. She was painfully still, too; he feared the worst.

Was she leaving them? Was she under some sort of trick? Did someone get to her? Was she-

No.

Like always, Anakin acted impulsively, this time fuelled by an intoxicating amount of adrenaline.

He jumped.

He dove through the water less gracefully than he'd hoped, and swam until his whole body burned.

Don't go. Don't go. Don't go.

In time, the cold sting of the water motivated him to keep going.

Stroke by stroke, he could feel her presence intensify, and he had never been so glad to bask in it.

Seeing the tail of the gondola in the short moment he went up for air, Anakin stopped, grabbing onto it.

"Anakin?" he heard through muffled ears.

Thank the Maker.

Her startled face was illuminated by the blue glow of her lightsaber, but he didn't care, pulling himself up to join her from the loud splashing he had caused.

"What are you doing out here?" he gasped in confrontation.

"What are you doing out here?" she retaliated; no bags, not even properly dressed, nothing. He suddenly felt a little stupid; she’s had her fair share of sleepless nights, too.

Even after the ridiculous ordeal, as he shivered, he soaked in her perfect hair blanketing her shoulders, her sharp eyes softened just for him, and her in just her nightgown and robe.

Have mercy on me.

"Anakin Skywalker, are you insane?!" she tucked her lightsaber behind her, rushing to remove her robe to leave her arms and legs exposed to the cold air. She wrapped him in it, even though it was too short on him.

"Yes," he blurted out, "Deeply. For you. You've driven me mad. Crazy. Deranged."

He realised she was only half-listening, too preoccupied with drying him off.

"Clearly," she continued to pat him down- trying to ignore his nearly translucent shirt displaying the contours of his muscles- scowling through concentration, “What were you thinking? I could've sliced you in half! And you scared the shit out of me!"

“Please just listen to me," he implored, trying to catch her eye.

So, this is what she looks like in a nightgown.

He could definitely get used to it.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she sat back down across from him, boat rocking back and forth,"You could get sick!"

"Listen-"

"I can't take care of both Padme and you. You must be out of your mind to have just done that!"

"Can I just-"

"You've been acting half out of your mind since we got here," she harshly told him off.

"Evie."

She shut up from the urgency in his voice. Her face in that upset pout Anakin loved whenever he annoyed her, she waited.

'Then you tell her what you've always wanted to. And don't. Hold. Back.'

"Eve," he gulped, "You've been my best friend for, well, for a long time. It's been a long 10 years."

"Yeah, no shit."

"And I was too afraid, too cowardly," Gods, he was really doing this, "To tell you what I wanted."

He could tell she was still mad at him, especially given that she had completely closed her mind off from him.

"I want you," he whispered so softly, as if it might break them apart, "For worse or for better."

He kept his eyes on her, her increasingly surprised self. The more he spoke, the more he betrayed the Code.

To hell with it.

"I would wait for you, forever, no matter how long it takes. And I- I know I've broken your heart... but I want to be the one to put it back together. And to protect it, cherish it, love it."

He reached out to take her hand, pleased to find that she didn't pull back.

"If you will have me, the way I want you."

Something so wrong had never felt so right, and he was so addicted. Now, he didn't hold himself back from staring at her- his best friend.

Love may be forbidden in the Order, and both Padawans have continuously disagreed with it. To bring 'peace' meant to protect, to protect meant to love, and to love meant to fight. It didn't mean they were drawn to the Dark Side, but rather that they embraced the challenges, to know how to fight it, to beat it.

"But..." she finally sniffed out, the gleam glossing her eyes looking majestic to her partner in crime, “What about Padme?"

Anakin couldn't help but laugh, even though the face she made told him it was wrong.

"Eve," he held onto both of her hands now, "She helped us get together, helped me even get to this point. I was so lost, and when we finally saw her again, I knew I needed help from someone I could trust.”

At that, a tear finally rolled down her smooth cheek; Anakin gently wiped it away. She rarely cried, and he vowed the first time she did years ago to wipe it all away.

“I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise," he sincerely apologised, tucking her loose strands behind her ear, "I was too scared of our duty. Only to realise that I only did this- do this- duty because of you. It's always been you, even when I told you about Padme when we were kids. Even when Damon dared to challenge me in the courtyard."

I think I'm doing pretty alright with this.

“But what about the Code? And Master Kenobi and Gallia? And the rest of the Order? Ani, it's already been hard living everyday with the thought that something might happen to you, and now-"

She slapped his chest in the midst of her rant; it was a normal occurrence for them.

“You fucking sociopath!" she seethed through her flowing tears now, "Could've told me earlier!"

His laugh reverberated through his chest. He pulled her close to him, and pressed a tender, loving kiss on her forehead; so full of his caged emotions.

And so he realised, she, too, was betraying her whole life's purpose for this. For them.

“We'll figure it out. And, I mean, judging by your reaction," he pulled away, playing with her Padawan braid, "You feel the same way?"

She glared up at him, aggressively wiping her cheeks, "Yes, you dumbass! You should've told me before I looked like a fool, running around to get you two together for the past month!"

"I know," he sheepishly said, "I really wasn't good at the whole love thing. But what Jedi is, right?"

Her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, and she sniffed, "Lo- you... love me?"

He smirked at her.

"I mean... I could not, I guess."

"Yeah? We’ll see how that goes waterboy," she threatened, giggling at his embarrassment.

Gods, he wanted to kiss her.

“You’ve always been and are so beautiful,” he cupped her warm cheek in his hand, “Almost lost my shit when I saw you in that dress.”

They both chortled, reminding themselves of the unpredictable day they had had.

“And we have got to sneak some of those nightgowns back,” Anakin’s smirk grew twice the size when she hid her face from him.

He realised he was wrong.

He believed now that in every universe they existed in, he would always find his way to her, he would always choose her, and he would always love her. Always.

"I love you," he confirmed.

Her eyes came up to flash in between his.

"Okay"

Huh?

Anakin's eyes bulged out.

"What-"

"I'm just kidding," she chuckled.

Her hands small compared to his own, though to him fitting perfectly, tugged him closer by her robe around his broad shoulders.

A canvas of colours blurred their visions, the pair allowing the paints of their passion taint the Force flowing between them.

She dared to creep closer, their knees brushing against one another, and she said with the most depth as she could, drawing straight from her heart,

"I love you."

“You promise?" he loved her smile, even if it was tinted with tears and her natural blush; he mirrored it unconsciously.

Evelyn tilted her head playfully, "I never lie to you, remember?"

With Padme and R2 cheering from their balcony as faithful witnesses, with the night sky ceremoniously hosting them as a mutual friend, and with the stars gifting them their blessing-

They kissed.

•〰️•

“You just lied to me again."

"…Yeah...we have a lot to talk about…”

•〰️•

a/n: got a bit carried away... i had more written, and with more detail, but i decided i couldnt possibly put everything in. anyways, one can imagine the aftermath- teasing, questioning each other, them going thru and talking out all of their feelings n miscommunications haha. hope whoever reads this enjoys! Imk if u have suggestions, prompts or just comments :)

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blackjackkent · 5 months

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So apparently there's actually Durge-specific narration for taking the Blood of Lathander without the crest (and thus triggering all the defense mechanisms).

Narrator: An ornate mace hovers before you, suspended in a shaft of brilliant light. A fist-sized piece of amber flecked with crimson is set in the handle, emitting a radiance all its own. [HISTORY - FAILED] This mace certainly has a very unusual design.

Reach into the light and take the mace.

Narrator: The glow around the mace sparkles with beautiful disaster. You recall all the measures meant to keep you from reaching this place. The brutal aches in your body yearn to take it, though you sense it will spell misfortune.

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Rakha HAS the crest and could take the mace safely if she wished, but I actually kind of really like this for her regardless.

We've already established pretty thoroughly that one of Rakha's greatest strengths is extrapolation. She was initially very curious about hearing about this special "blood" that the monastery kept locked away - because the Dark Urge in her always craves blood - but she is definitely easily able to make the leap that this is what those notes were talking about instead.

She also fully understands all the messages we've read indicating that anyone trying to take the mace without permission will trigger defenses that will flatten the place.

She also suddenly has a whole creche full of githyanki who hate her.

The connections seem pretty obvious, really. Take the mace, flatten the monastery, eliminate the angry gith.

(That it will be a triumph of chaos and death and deeply sate the beast in her brain is, of course, a side benefit. She would like to think that's not what's driving this decision... but she would be lying.)

Claim the mace and delight in its danger.

(LOL. Nobody liked that!)

The mace comes free with a sharp jerk from its moorings; she watches the dim snap through the Weave as it releases its hold on the artifact. The mace's handle feels oddly warm in her grip.

"What are you doing?!" she hears Wyll call from behind her - but it's muffled.

With rhythmic thunks, a piece of machinery switches on from somewhere underneath her. A forcefield sizzles into being, cutting her off from the others.

Powerful beams of light erupt from pillars around the room. The low thunks settle into a pulsing hum of energy. Rakha can feel the magic at work surging along her skin and through her blood.

A central beam of that pale light lances out through a portal at the end of the room - connecting into the dormant weapon Rakha saw on the monastery's roof.

Rakha can hear a new low whine added to the sudden cacophony as the weapon begins to realign itself, its mouth pointed downward into the stone of the monastery itself.

Narrator: Everything is in motion. All within these walls are doomed to destruction unless you act.

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Hehehehe whoops. :D I literally didn't plan for Rakha to do this until this moment but it's kind of perfect. Simultaneously logical and batshit crazy which is basically Rakha's tagline.

We have four turns to figure out what to do here and get the fuck out. I gather from the state of play and a quick glance at Google that we can either destroy the pillars, disabling the weapon, or we can shoot out the power source for the forcefield, which is under the platform, and then make a run for it out the portal. (Rakha could also misty step or dimension door out of the forcefield but she doesn't have access to either of those.)

In the spirit of wanting Rakha to successfully continue her reign of chaos, we will have Wyll eldritch blast the power source for the forcefield and run.

This uh. Didn't work out so well the first time. Everyone got crushed because we need to get them not only out the portal but off the monastery building entirely before it explodes, and I lost a turn figuring out how to get Rakha out of the forcefield.

Second try!

Safe! Nope apparently this isn't far enough either. WTF.

[googles] OK apparently there's a different pathway out the front of the monastery that we should be taking instead?

Third try!

This time I managed to get Lae'zel and Wyll out and Rakha and Shadowheart got flattened.

I actually kind of like this as an end state, because Lae'zel is PISSED about the whole situation and and shouts about it as soon as the game is in a state to allow the cutscene. So it ends up reading like she dragged Rakha and Shadowheart's fried corpses back to camp, had Withers revive them, and then SCREAMED at them as soon as they woke up:

"TSK'VA! GITH M'ZATH'AK!" she bellows as Rakha blinks at her blearily, the resurrection magic slowly bleeding off her body. "Girtar'rac ne toruun! 'One theft consumes all'. Protocol four-hundred-two! Our greed reduced Creche Y'llek to rubble. Vlaakith, absolve my sin or skewer my heart! In each you might make me worthy!"

Rakha stares at her, utterly baffled by this anger, still dizzy from the resurrection and having trouble settling back into her body. "The creche has turned against us," she says bluntly. "Why should I care about them?"

"I care!" Lae'zel snarls. Rakha can hear the surge of pain under the words, the confused blend of loyalty and anger and despair. "Just because the zaith'isk failed, because Vlaakith has marked us, makes this no less of a tragedy. I do not expect you to mourn - but I will not tolerate your rejoicing either." She spits on the ground next to Rakha's feet. "Shka'keth. Next time, think twice before getting grabby with powerful relics in mysterious places."

She stalks off. Rakha looks after her with bewilderment. She is too confused even to feel the beast urge's satisfaction at all the death they have caused. She had thought, on some level, that Lae'zel too would see it as a killing with purpose. Lae'zel, after all, was betrayed by those people, by her entire race.

"I am not rejoicing," she mutters, though Lae'zel is now out of hearing range. "It was necessary."

"Was it?" Withers asks placidly at her side.

Rakha glares at him. "Do not test me, skeleton," she mutters. "I will yet find a way to end you as well."

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #well that was a ride XD #sorry lae'zel

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A Price to Pay For

John Price X Elvira Wolff

Summary: Elvira Wolff AKA "The Wolff" Is the arms dealer of the TF141 Mafia. The love she had for John Price was strong, and even then... Love is a dangerous business in the Mafia. A Price to pay for.

Cw: unprotected sex, swearing

And what will you call this Gang?

141.

The Task Force 141 Mafia gang plagued the streets of England, America, Mexico, Netherlands, Spain, Germany and many other countries. Making a name for themselves wherever they went, the many connections behind their backs proving they were indeed unstoppable. One of them being the Los Vaqueros Mafia. The big boss of 141, the dishonourably discharged Captain John Price. A good fighter, one who wouldn't hesitate to even take a life if necessary. The one who broke all the rules. The following members of his gang included… Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. And a new addition… Their arms dealer who dubbed the name "The Wolff." As her Codename.

Nothing is known about The Wolff, other than that 'she's such a doll.' As Price would say; Giving them every weapon she had in her inventory, and putting in a little extra out of her own generosity. Elvira spent most of her time creating weapons, modifying them and giving them to the Task Force gang for their little dangerous acts. Elvira didn't care what they were up to, along as her name wasn't involved. For she forever remained in the shadows— Always having their backs whenever it was necessary. As of now, she works for the Gang and willingly wanted to work for them for a while now. Price recognised her bright talents, and it wasn't long before she was hired into the gang as their arms dealer.

The next day Elvira gave them a large delivery of guns at the gang's doorstep, it was her way of saying thank you when they hired her. It made her happy to see Soap, Gaz and Ghost wanted to play with their new toys with such a rush at the firing range. It did make her chuckle a little, never seen anyone so excited to try out guns before, normally her old connectors gave her a nod and just walked away. Bag in hand. But this felt more lively… More fun. She watched the others use the guns while her and Price stood on the sidelines, drinking while observing them.

She's only been employed with them for a couple of months now, soon it would be close to a year. Everything was going pretty smoothly so far, for once Elvira was satisfied with what she was doing. It was rare that she ever felt like this, but for once… She felt proud of herself. Happy to be in this current moment of life, despite the dangers in a life like this. Occasionally she had to house the gang. But Elvira didn't mind too much, apart from her own set of workers she was alone for 99% of the time. Even some of them had her own set of families, wives, children… Elvira had none of that. That came with a price in this line of work, as long as her workers were careful. Elvira didn't care. But there's been one thing that was always on her mind… John Price.

Oh she hid her feelings well— Pretending everything was normal, but it wasn't. She was in love, deeply in love with him. Elvira wasn't sure if she could hide it anymore, she heard Price say a couple of times he couldn't risk a relationship. Too dangerous. It did make Elvira feel bitter whenever he spoke about it, but how could he know if she had never told him anything in the first place? It frustrated her. Damn it all.

Sometimes Gaz would tease Price that he had a soft spot for Elvira, I mean who wouldn't. Elvira was perfect in every way, many tried to woo her but had been unsuccessful thus far. She played the excuse that too much was on her plate right now, and doesn't have enough time for such affairs. Which was a lie. Soap and Ghost also began to catch on as well, it was quite obvious at this point… Especially when Price always invited Elvira for drinks at the end of the month.

Despite all of the teasing Price relieved from his colleagues, he would simply brush it off muttering:

"Piss off, you muppets."

In the most lighthearted way possible. A grumble from his beard and going back to work, leaving the other three chuckling to themselves.

Price invited her to his house on a Friday night for a couple of drinks, Elvira made sure she was dressed for the occasion. Wearing her trench coat, her black turtleneck neck, black jeans and boots to match her look. Elvira wasn't too keen on make-up, keeping her hair down freely as she drove to Price's house. Having drinks was their thing they'd always do after a successful month of working together. And as thanks for her loyalty to the Task Force, Price always gave her a big pay as well in an envelope for her efforts. Elvira felt more nervous than she usually did, normally she'd remain as her causal self… Composed, on her guard and nonchalant as ever. But the anxiety was overwhelming her. Mainly because she was mentally preparing herself to finally confess her feelings for him. She couldn't do this any more, it was rotting her brain away like anything. As long as she doesn't mess up, she'll be fine.

"I'm so glad you came Elvira, take a seat." Price greeted her with a smile. Watching her being escorted by his butler into the living room he departed and Elvira took her seat near Price.

It didn't help the fact that Price was wearing a black and red three piece suit, her main weakness with him. God her legs almost went jelly every time she saw him wear that suit, no. She had to pay attention. Elvira needed to remain professional with him.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world." Elvira would say sitting down next to Price, still leaving some space in between them. 'Just act natural, and all will be fine.' She would say to herself.

Price handed her a glass of Scotch, before pouring himself another one. "And as for your undying loyalty..." He hummed softly, he went through his pocket and handed out an envelope with money inside. Handing it over to her with a bearded smile.

"Danke Price, I appreciate it." Elvira took the envelope, and took a sip of her Scotch. Leaving her drink aside and putting the envelope in the pocket of her Coat. Taking it off her shoulders, she left it aside, before turning to him. "Your new delivery of guns will be with you tomorrow afternoon or early evening, I just need to finish up a few things. Then they're all yours."

"You never disappoint dear…" Price stared at her momentarily before taking a sip of his Scotch, placing it down on the coaster. "Feel free to smoke in here as well."

"Appreciate it." Elvira took the chance to take her cigarette out, lighting it up with her lighter. Price too got out one of his finest Cuban Cigars, Elvira lighting it up for him.

"You're a good girl, I trust you with my life." Price mused to her, he exhaled the smoke. "You're the reason why we've been so successful lately, which is why I've put an extra tip." He winked at her.

"You're too kind." Elvira smiled weakly, and even blushed slightly at the praise. She took a sip of her drink, feeling the burning sensation run down her throat. "I'm glad I can help you all." She said.

"Hm, before I forget." Price escaped the smoke from the Cigar, before leaning back on the chair. "Saw one of your workers with a woman and a child, thought you should know."

"Oh, you're talking about Vincent? Ja, that's his wife and child…" Elvira nodded to his question. "They've been together for a while now."

"You allow them to get into relationships?" Price poured himself another glass of Scotch, and one for Elvira too.

"I suppose… It's their life, and with what I pay them. They can retire now if they ever wanted to, but they choose not to. And… My place is like a warehouse, they're just like any other man, with a normal job. Providing their loved ones." Elvira explained, finishing her cigarette, and putting it in the Ashtray.

"But it's also dangerous. What if a rivalry mob comes across one of your workers, what then? Falling in love in this life is a dangerous business, love." Price reminded her, while he too was pushing down the feelings he had for Elvira.

"They know how to defend themselves, John. And if they make a mess of it… I'll just clean it up without question." Elvira shrugged, the opportunity to tell Price her feelings dwindled by the minute.

There was a moment of silence, a calm kind of silence that both enjoyed. Soon they quickly changed the subject and had dinner together before resuming to drink the many more bottles of alcohol, after a while both of them got drunk. Elvira couldn't think straight, hell, this might be her only chance to pull her move towards Price.

"You make me feel weak. You know that right?" Elvira finally professed looking at Price, finishing her class placing it on the table.

"Hm, weak how love?" Price spoke gruffly, he then finished his drink. Placing the empty glass down, and when Elvira offered him more. He politely declined.

"That three piece suit you always wear, what you're wearing now. Black and red… It matches you perfectly." Her eyes darted away staring down his suit. "You're so handsome."

"I can make you feel weaker than this…" Price leaned forward placing his hand on her chin gently, his beard tickling her lips as he planted a tender kiss.

Elvira melted when she felt their lips pressed together, she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Without hesitation he used the chance to kiss her with his tongue, gradually pulling Elvira closer to his body and settling her down on his lap.

Momentarily he pulled away so both of them could catch a breath, Elvira felt the blush heating up her cheeks. Her heart beating faster, it was finally happening. She almost couldn't believe it.

"You're a good kisser love." Price complimented her, he leaned forward and began to kiss her neck. Finding her sweet spot, he licked, sucked and bit her sensitive skin placing all hickies upon her neck. His hands messed with the fabric of her Turtleneck, pulling it over her head and putting it down on the ground.

Elvira shuddered at the feeling of his hands running up her stomach. The chill running down her spine, he fumbled with the bra strap getting it off freely. She groaned softly when he began to fondle her breasts with his large hands, pinching sucking and liking. Giving both of then the same amount of attention. The bulge increasing in his trousers each second.

"Fuck… You're so tender and hard for me…" Price praised her, he used the chance to take off the rest of her clothes. Once again leaving them on the floor, leaving her in her knickers. "Undress me." He ordered her.

"Of course…" Elvira happily obliged, getting off of him, starting to work on taking his clothes off of his body. Bit by bit the fabric came off, leaving them on the floor too without a care in the world.

By now Price was only in his boxers, the bulge easily visible. He was aching, he wanted her, he wanted all of her.

"Fuck…" Price mumbled, he put her down on the sofa once, and got on his knees. Putting her legs over his shoulders, he bit the fabric of her knickers pulling them down with his teeth. Taking off her legs, his hand resting at her inner thigh. He caressed it gently. "You're so wet for me sweetheart, so desperate for me already…" He leaned in and began to eat her out with his tongue, tasting all of her sweet juices. Gripping onto her thighs.

Elvira moaned suddenly at the sensation. "John…" She whispered softly, closing her eyes feeling his tongue inside of her gripping onto his hair.

Price continued to eat her out, rubbing her clit too. Her sweet and tender moans filling his ears, it wasn't long before he pulled away licking his lips. "You taste divine." He chuckled.

"I want you… I want you already, fuck…" Elvira begged to him, Price took off his boxers, feeling the relief he sighed in pleasure rubbing himself looking at Elvira.

"Good girl…" He mumbled, lifting her up in his arms before settling back down on the sofa putting her on top of him. Getting her into position. "Ride me, show me how much of a good girl you are…"

Elvira blushed at the praise and she put her hands on his shoulders, sitting herself down, all the while Price guided her too, settling her down on his cock groaning when he entered inside of her.

"Fuck… You're so fuckin' tight." Price groaned in pleasure at the sensation, he had to contain himself to not move immediately. He wanted her to get used to his size. Elvira too moaned at the sensation, and mostly the pain too.

Price slowly began to guide her hips, and Elvira started to follow his guide. Getting used to the moment, it wasn't long before all the pain got washed away and turned into pleasure.

"Scheisse…" Elvira moaned as she continued on her movements, Price moaned watching her bounce up and down. He spanked her arse, before helping her with the rhythm again.

"Fuckin' shit…" Price huffed. "That's it…" He moaned in pleasure, his mind was clouded, he couldn't think straight at all. He gently pulled her out of him and lifted her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around the curve of his arse. He pinned her back to the corner of the wall of his living room rubbing against her.

"Look at you, you can barely think straight… You like my cock don't you?" He inserted his cock back inside of her and began thrusting.

Elvira winced when he pulled out of her, feeling her back hit the cold wall. She moaned at the sensation of his cock being rubbed against her. "Bitte…" She begged to him with a whisper, her moans becoming more frequent with each thrust he gave her.

Price became rougher at each rate, he kissed her lips, moving the kiss down her neck. "Good girl…" He grunted with each thrust closing his eyes. The strands of his hair falling down his face, he felt her walls tighten around his cock making him moan. "Say my name."

"John…" Elvira managed to say, her mind was too clouded, she was overestimated and could barely think straight. She laid her head back against the wall.

"Louder." Price demanded with authority, he squeezed her arse and continued to thrust inside her. "So everyone can hear."

"John!" Elvira said it more loudly this time, from there Price was satisfied at her vocalness making him chuckle. "I'm so close doll… So fuckin' close." He gave a few more thrusts inside of her before he cums inside of her groaning in pleasure.

"J..Ja me too…" Elvira nodded a little, closing her eyes tightly, she was on the edge of her orgasm. The last few powerful thrusts Price gave her, made her release her orgasm and she cums on his cock.

Price laid his head against hers catching his breath, still holding her in his arms. He soon pulled out of her gently, and carried her to the sofa, sitting down. He used his collared shirt and gently wiped her, before wiping himself and kissed her forehead.

Elvira took the time to catch her breath too, keeping her arms wrapped around Price's broad shoulders. She felt a fabric against her body. Opening her eyes seeing Price cleaning her, and himself.

Price tenderly placed a kiss on her head. "You alright, love?" He asked her softly, Elvira only nodded, kissing him back. Drinking the last bit of Scotch in the bottle to hydrate himself, and to hydrate Elvira too.

Elvira drank the Scotch and cleared her throat a little, Price placed the empty glass bottle down. And the two settled down on the sofa together. Price was too tired to even go to the bedroom.

"I love you…" Elvira mumbled tiredly to Price, finally confessing her feelings to him before contently falling asleep in his arms.

Price smiled softly, holding her in his arms. "I love you too…" He kissed her head and the two fell asleep on the sofa together.

In the morning Elvira woke up in Price's bed, at some point in the early morning he woke up and carried her to bed with him and fell asleep again before he got up himself. It was around 9:00am. Elvira's clothes were left aside for her, she rubbed her eyes groaning in pain. Her legs felt tense, sore. She managed to get herself out of bed, despite her legs feeling wobbly like jelly. She managed to have a shower, brush her teeth and get dressed for the day.

Elvira eventually found Price in the Dining room, and once again… He was wearing that three piece suit. Breakfast was ready along with some coffee. Price looked up to see Elvira and smiled softly.

"Good morning sleepy head, there's breakfast for you, you should eat." He advised her before he began to eat himself.

"Guten Morgen." Elvira smiled and she sat herself down near Price, she was collecting her thoughts as she ate breakfast. Last night… Did they really?

Price didn't mind the silence, he too was in his own thoughts. As much as he had fun last night, he knew deep down in his heart. He loved Elvira so much. But it was too risky.

"About last night." The two spoke in sync, but they ended up laughing as they did that.

"You go first." Price insisted as he smiled at her.

Elvira smiled a little at him, before she sighed softly. "John… I love you, I've loved you for a long time. And I've never found the right time, opportunity to tell you either…" She explained softly to him, she kept her eyes focused on him. Now that both of them were sober and coherent, it was the time to speak about their feelings finally.

"...And I love you too Elvira, I love you a lot. I've loved you for a while now." Price confessed, but a sigh escaped his lips. "But, this line of work. Elvira… It's far too dangerous, we can't be together… I'm sorry." He said to her softly, he hoped she'd understand. Price loved her a lot, and the least he could do was protect her, if anyone found out they were together. She would be an easy target.

Elvira stayed silent and listened to him, she half expected him to say that or hell… Damn it all and be together anyways, noticing she stayed silent for too long. She nodded in understandment. "Of course, you're right…" She replied softly, she bit her tongue to keep her emotions at bay. She already felt her heart sank because of it.

"I didn't hate what we did last night, I loved it. I loved it a lot, but… If anyone found out about us, you'd be an easy target." Price frowned softly, he felt bad he really did. But he wanted to keep her safe. "I just want to remain as friends, and colleagues ... Is that okay?"

Elvira nodded. "I loved it too, and that's true… Guess it's better off that way." She agreed, the rest of breakfast was a little awkward after that. She felt incredibly numb, close to crying. Yet she wouldn't dare to cry in front of him. Shortly after Elvira prepared her things to leave his home.

"You'll come back this afternoon right, with the weapons, yes? Like you promised?" Price looked down at her a little, he kept the door open for her.

"Ja of course… I'll be back here at 3 o'clock." Elvira nodded as she smiled weakly, almost feeling her lip trembling already. "See you later John…" She turned to walk to her car.

"Bye, love…" Price watched her walk to her car, he waited until she drove off before closing the door. He turned to see Gaz, Soap and Ghost staring at him. Seemingly displeased at their boss' action. "What, don't start you three." He said seriously before walking away, to go work in his office.

Elvira felt numb driving home. Hell even robotic almost, still trying to keep herself together. Just so she could drive home safely, a few sniffles here and there. She soon got home without any problems, luckily there wasn't any traffic. She closed the door of her home, leaning against her door and felt the tears streaming down her eyes. "Damn it…" She sighed trying to take a deep breath, but she couldn't help it. She finally burst into tears.

[ Pt.2 ]

#call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod modern warfare #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fic #cod oc #task force 141 #captain price #john price #oc #ocs #elvira wolff #johnvira

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demonicangelics-world · 2 months

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Redamancy - Zestial x Angel!OC

Chapter Eleven: Nevermind, everything's ok

Synopsis: In the shadowy realms of Hell and the celestial heights of Heaven, two souls grapple with the ache of unrequited love. Zestial, the formidable demon overlord, commands respect and fear. His past has forged a reputation that isolates him. Resigned to a life of power and isolation, he yearned for companionship and understanding, knowing that his intimidating demeanor made such connections seemingly impossible. Gabriela, once a radiant angel, admired the archangel Michael from afar, her heart swelling with unspoken affection for his divine strength and kindness. Casted into Hell on a mission, she now struggles to survive in a world where danger lurks at every corner, her angelic essence buried beneath a demonic exterior. Amidst the chaos of Hell and the secrets of Heaven, a profound and forbidden love ignites between them, challenging the very core of their beliefs and values.

Chapter Eleven: Nevermind, everything's ok Chapter Twelve: Monsters

Word Count: 4,105

Music for chapter: Nevermind, everything's ok

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The training grounds were filled with the sounds of grunts, clashes of weapons, and the steady rhythm of drills. Michael’s trainees moved with a mix of determination and trepidation, aware that today was different. Michael, usually a demanding but fair mentor, seemed particularly harsh and relentless.

“Can you believe this?” one of the guardians whispered, his voice barely audible over the clamor. “He’s like a drill sergeant from Hell today.”

Another angel, wiping sweat from her brow, muttered, “He must’ve woken up on the wrong side of Heaven. I thought training under him was tough before, but this is just brutal.”

“Maybe someone stole his halo,” a third guardian snarked, prompting a few suppressed snickers from the group.

Michael, his back turned to them as he demonstrated a complex maneuver, heard every word. His keen senses, honed over millennia, missed nothing. He didn’t turn around, didn’t give any indication that he’d heard, but an eye twitch suggested their comments had registered.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, signaling the end of the afternoon, Michael finally called the training to a halt. “That’s enough for today,” he announced.

A collective sigh of relief passed through the trainees. But just as they began to relax, Michael’s next words dashed their hopes of respite. “You’ve all been assigned tasks on Earth starting tomorrow. Report to your respective coordinators at dawn.”

Groans and murmurs of dismay rippled through the group. Michael’s expression remained stern, unyielding. “Dismissed.”

The trainees dispersed, their wings unfurling as they took to the skies, their earlier complaints now mixed with exhaustion and dread about their impending assignments.

As the last trainee flew away, Michael stood alone. His thoughts drifted back to the source of his irritability. The confrontation with Sera had been unexpected and infuriating. Gabriela had been sent away without his notice, a move that not only undermined his authority but also unsettled him deeply.

The act of undermining his authority triggered a torrent of suppressed emotions. He had always prided himself on being in control, on having a clear path and direction. But Sera's duplicity had shaken that foundation. It wasn't just about the immediate situation with Gabriela; it was a blow to his very core, a challenge to his leadership and competence.

Michael's chest tightened as the confrontation resurfaced. Sera's dismissive tone, the casual yet firm way she had dismissed his concerns, and the infuriating decision she and elders took without his notice – it all gnawed at him.

His wings twitched with a restless energy, a physical manifestation of the turmoil inside him. Michael clenched his fists, feeling a wave of anger and frustration that he had kept bottled up. His jaw tightened, and he could feel the heat rising to his face.

Their actions had cut deeper than he cared to admit. They brought back memories of early past slights, moments where he felt overlooked and underestimated. As the archangel of war, he was supposed to be strong, unyielding, but even he had limits. And those limits had been tested.

His trainees bore the brunt of his inner turmoil. Each command he barked, each grueling exercise he demanded, was a way to channel his frustration. Yet, it was a temporary relief, a distraction from the real issue gnawing at his core. He knew it, and in the quiet of the now-empty training grounds, it was impossible to ignore.

A profound silence settled over the training grounds. The emptiness brought a wave of depression crashing over Michael, replacing his anger. The solitude intensified his feelings of hopelessness, his thoughts drifting inevitably back to Gabriela.

The angel who brought light back to his life, was now condemned to the depths of Hell. The thought of her in that infernal place filled him with a hopelessness he couldn't shake. He had tried to be careful, to hide any signs of his affection for Gabriela, but it seemed his efforts were in vain. Sera had seen through his facade, and now Gabriela was paying the price for his failure.

Michael knew all too well that Gabriela didn't need to descend into Hell to ascend to the rank of archangel. It was a hollow excuse, a cover for an act of what? Unspoken feelings?

The weight of her absence pressed down on him, making every breath feel like a struggle. Her laughter, her wisdom, her very essence had been a balm to his weary spirit. Now, she was gone, and the void she left behind was almost unbearable.

Michael believed that Gabriela felt the same for him, but out of code and respect, they hadn’t voiced their feelings for each other. It was an unspoken agreement, a mutual understanding that their roles demanded sacrifice. He had seen the fleeting glances, the shared moments of unspoken connection, but they had both adhered to their duty with unwavering commitment.

But what tore at his core, what truly gnawed at the deepest part of his being, was that Sera had been right. Both he and Gabriela knew the truth. They existed to serve, bound by duty and responsibility, leaving no room or exception to pursue their personal interests. They were warriors, guardians, servants of the higher purpose, and their own desires were insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

And now, there was the issue of the exterminations. How would Gabriela react? She would know too much. And what would happen to her then? He knew Sera wouldn't let her off the hook too easily. Sera’s ruthless pragmatism was legendary, and Michael shuddered at the thought of what could befall.

And then there was the issue of the overlords. Michael knew Gabriela was capable of handling herself. But that was on Earth, with his supervision, not in Hell, surrounded by demonic overlords who played by their own brutal rules. Gabriela was a guardian angel with combating abilities, not an intelligence gatherer. This could go wrong in so many ways.

His mind spun with the possibilities. What if her combat prowess fails her? What if the overlords saw her as a threat? What if she fell into one of their traps? What if her presence, alone, drew unwanted attention?

Michael's head began to spin, a crushing weight of worry pressing down on him.

The quiet of the training grounds seemed to amplify his anxiety. He needed to clear his mind, and with a powerful beat of his wings, he took to the skies.

The vast expanse of Heaven stretched out below him, its serene beauty a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He needed to ground himself, to find solace in something familiar.

His thoughts drifted to his two youngest brothers, Chamuel and Jophiel, as they were most likely unoccupied by now. Jophiel, with his ever-present sketchbook, capturing the ethereal beauty of Heaven, and Chamuel, always ready with a listening ear.

They had been infant angels during Lucifer’s rebellion, too young to remember those times. Their innocence and fresh perspective had always been a source of comfort for Michael, a reminder of the purity that still existed in their world.

Jophiel, the Archangel of love and beauty, was known for his artistic spirit and loving nature. Jophiel's realm was one of creativity and inspiration, helping mortals see the beauty in the world and guiding them along their spiritual paths.

And there was Chamuel, the Archangel of relationships. He had an uncanny knack for calming even the most agitated of angels and was the go-to confidant for many. His easy going personality and aversion to violence made him a beacon of tranquility.

As Michael continued to fly, he thought of Uriel and Raphael—his other brothers, closer in both age and wisdom. Uriel, with his keen insight and unwavering knowledge, was always a steady presence in the council chambers. Raphael, the healer and protector, tended to the wounded and guided lost souls with a gentle hand.

Uriel and Raphael were young adults during the exile of their brother, Lucifer, their memories intertwined with the tumultuous events that had shaped Heaven's history. Their shared experience of those times forged a bond of understanding between Michael, Uriel, and Raphael that went beyond mere brotherhood.

They had stood together in the face of Lucifer's rebellion, each playing their part in defending Heaven's gates and guiding its inhabitants, while dealing with the painful aftermath of losing Lucifer. Uriel's sharp intellect and strategic acumen had been instrumental in devising defensive tactics, while Raphael's healing hands had tended to the wounded and comforted the grieving.

In those dark days, their unity had been a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. It was this shared history that made their rare moments of togetherness all the more precious. They understood each other's burdens and responsibilities, finding strength in their mutual support and camaraderie. Yet, their duties often kept them apart, their rare gatherings reserved for council meetings or special occasions.

Lastly, there was Azrael, the so-called middle child of their celestial family, who occupied a unique place among his siblings.

As the Archangel of Death, Azrael's responsibilities extended beyond the boundaries of Heaven, often keeping him distant from their gatherings. His presence was felt most keenly on Earth, where he walks among mortals with his guardians, guiding souls to their afterlife with compassion and grace, in a sense taking the role of “grim reaper.”

Despite his solemn duty, Azrael was anything but conventional. A free-spirited soul, he danced to the rhythm of his own celestial drum. His approach to life and death is marked by a wisdom that contrasted his youthful yet dark appearance.

Azrael's upbringing had instilled in him a streak of opportunism and a penchant for survival that sometimes clashed with the more straightforward ideals of Michael. He was known for his cunning nature, often using tricks and unconventional methods to navigate the complexities of his role, and outside his role, to Michael’s irritation.

Michael couldn't help but notice how Azrael's personality echoed that of Lucifer in many ways. Like their fallen brother, Azrael possessed an eccentric charm and a rebellious spirit that set him apart from the more traditional brothers.

He was in his preadolescence before Lucifer’s exile and had shared a deep bond with Lucifer due to their similar personalities, leaving the loss of their brother an unspoken wound that lingered within Azrael.

He had looked up to Lucifer, admired his boldness and defiance, traits that Azrael sometimes emulated in his own way. This bond of admiration and rebellion added a complex layer to their relationship, one fraught with both understanding and discord.

Despite the clashes from their contrasting personalities, Michael still cared for Azrael.

He admired his brother's resilience and admired the unique perspective he brought to their celestial family. In moments of unity, when they set aside their disagreements and embraced their shared purpose, Michael found strength in Azrael's unwavering commitment to his duty and his boundless compassion for the souls in his care.

As Michael soared higher into the celestial realm, the memories of his brothers—each with their own strengths, quirks, and challenges—filled him with gratitude that slowly replaced his sadness. They were a family forged not just by blood but by shared experiences, united in their eternal devotion to Heaven and their Father.

The landscape gradually changed, becoming more vibrant and filled with artistic wonders that reflected Jophiel's touch. Splashes of color adorned the skies, swirling in patterns that mirrored the beauty of Heaven itself.

In the distance, Michael spotted Jophiel and Chamuel with Emily, their beloved seraphim companion who, though not their sister by blood, was treated as such by all the brothers. Emily was the embodiment of puppies and rainbows— pure joy and innocence, a constant source of enduring love and light in their celestial home.

Emily, like Jophiel and Chamuel, had also been an infant during the turbulent times of Lucifer's rebellion. The three were often together due to their shared age and gentle personalities. Now, he could see them engaged in a game of volleyball, Jophiel and Chamuel playfully challenging Emily in a game of two against one.

With a graceful descent, Michael joined them on the celestial sands. "Mind if I join?" he called out with a playful smile.

Emily beamed, her eyes sparkling with happiness at him. She drops the ball and runs to hug him. “Michael!” she squeaked.

“Hey, that’s not fair! You're twice our size, Michael!" Chamuel proclaimed, glancing mischievously at Jophiel.

Michael grinned. "Well, Chamuel, it's three against two now. I guess I'll just have to handicap myself by using only one wing!" he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.

Jophiel chuckled, adjusting the celestial net with a flick of his wrist. "Oh, come on, Michael. Don't you remember the last time you played against us? You nearly sent the ball into orbit!"

Chamuel nodded in agreement, his serene demeanor masking a hint of competitiveness. "Let's give Emily a fighting chance, brother. Maybe this time, we'll let her win," he added with a wink.

Emily puffed out her chest, a determined look on her face. "Hey, I can defend my score just fine! With Michael on my team, you two don't stand a chance!"

Michael patted her head affectionately. "That's the spirit, Emily. Let's show them what we're made of!"

The game resumed with renewed energy. Michael served the ball with a powerful yet controlled hit, sending it soaring over the net. Jophiel darted to the side, barely managing to deflect it back. Chamuel moved with graceful precision, setting up a perfect shot for Jophiel, who spiked it towards Emily.

Emily leapt into the air, her wings giving her an extra boost, and hit the ball back with surprising force. Michael positioned himself perfectly, using just one wing to keep his promise, and sent the ball flying past Chamuel's outstretched hands.

"Point for us!" Emily cheered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Not bad, not bad," Jophiel admitted, a competitive grin spreading across his face. "But we're just getting started."

The game continued with fierce yet friendly competition, laughter and playful banter filling the air. Michael and Emily worked in perfect harmony, their coordination a testament to their skills. Michael's powerful yet precise hits and Emily's agile movements created a formidable team.

Despite their best efforts, Jophiel and Chamuel found themselves on the losing side. Michael's strategic plays and Emily's relentless enthusiasm proved too much for them.

As the final point was scored, Michael and Emily high-fived, their victory secured. "Looks like we beat you fair and square," Michael teased, a triumphant smile on his face.

Jophiel and Chamuel exchanged amused glances, their competitive spirits undiminished. "Alright, you win this round," Chamuel conceded, a good-natured grin spreading across his face. "But next time, we won't go easy on you."

Emily laughed, the sound echoing through the celestial realm. "I'll be looking forward to it. But for now, let's celebrate our victory with a well-deserved break."

The four of them settled onto the sands, basking in the warmth of their companionship. At that moment, the weight of Michael’s responsibilities and anxieties seemed to lift, leaving only the pure joy of being in the presence of his brothers and Emily.

Jophiel, leaning back on his elbows, glanced at Michael with a playful smirk. "So, brother dearest, what brings you here to grace us with your presence?"

Michael grinned, reaching over to ruffle Jophiel's hair, messing it up. "What, I can't come to see my baby brothers?"

Both Jophiel and Chamuel simultaneously protested, "We're not babies!"

Michael laughed, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you'll always be babies in my eyes," he teased, earning groans of annoyance from his younger brothers.

Emily giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, Michael, it's true. They still pout like babies when they lose a game," she said playfully, sticking out her tongue at Jophiel and Chamuel.

Jophiel rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Oh, come on, Emily. You're just saying that because you had Michael on your team."

Chamuel nodded in agreement, his serene demeanor masking his competitive spirit. "Yeah, next time, we'll make sure to even the odds."

Emily grinned, her laughter infectious. "Alright, alright. But just remember, even babies can grow up to be pretty awesome," she added with a wink, earning more good-natured groans from Jophiel and Chamuel.

Chamuel chuckled, shaking his head. "It's been a while, big brother."

"Yeah, work's been a lot lately," Michael replied with a sigh, though his tone remained light.

Chamuel's expression softened, his usual calm demeanor radiating warmth. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you, brother."

Michael waved off his brother's concern with a playful brush of his hand. "Maybe later, Chamuel. Right now, I'm just enjoying the break."

Turning to Emily, Michael's eyes lit up with genuine admiration. "By the way, Emily, your light show at the banquet was spectacular."

Jophiel and Chamuel chimed in with their praise, each recalling their favorite parts of the display. Emily's face lit up with pride and joy as she listened to their compliments.

As the four conversed, in the distance, Sera was watching the four of them. She saw that once they had finished playing the ball game and sat down, Sera set her wings to fly to them. She flew down gracefully, her wings shimmering in the celestial light, and approached them.

The moment Sera came into view, Emily, Jophiel, and Chamuel brightened, greeting her warmly. "Sera!" Emily exclaimed, stood up and ran to give her a hug.

However, Michael's mood instantly soured at the sight of her. He forced a smile, trying to keep the peace.

Sera greeted them all, her eyes lingering on Michael. "Hello, everyone. Michael, I need to speak with you."

Michael nodded, his expression neutral. "Of course, Sera." He got up and turned to his siblings and Emily, offering a reassuring smile. "I'll be back soon."

With that, Michael and Sera walked away, putting some distance between themselves and the others to talk in private.

The tension between them was palpable. The celestial light bathed them in a soft glow, but it did little to ease Michael’s wariness. Once they were out of earshot, Sera turned to him, her expression unexpectedly remorseful.

"Michael," she began, her voice softer than he had anticipated. "I owe you an apology."

Michael's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected a reprimand for his outspokenness at the CCC, not an apology. His skepticism was evident as he studied her face, waiting for the catch.

Sera, sensing his skepticism, continued, "I realized what I did was not right, sending Gabriela away. But it was all for the best interest of Heaven. For you and your brothers."

Michael's jaw tightened. Choosing his words carefully, he replied, "It wasn't necessary for Gabriela to descend to Hell to become an archangel. My brothers and I are okay; we don't need more help."

Sera cut in, her tone firm but not unkind. "Michael, you don't understand. The balance between Heaven and Hell is becoming delicate. We need all the help and power we can muster to be prepared."

Michael sighed, sensing that their discussion was about to go in circles again. "Like you said before, Sera. What's done is done. But I wish you would have at least consulted with me first."

Sera nodded, a hint of regret in her eyes. "I know, but you and I both know that you wouldn't have agreed if you had known beforehand."

Michael had no response to that.

In the distance, he saw Emily, Chamuel, and Jophiel building a sandcastle, their laughter and joy in stark contrast to their serious and gloomy conversation.

Sera followed his gaze and continued, "Everything we do, Michael, the decisions we make, the actions we take, it's for the greater good of Heaven. It's us against them," she said. "We do it to protect those we love." Her eyes softened as she watched Emily, Chamuel, and Jophiel.

Michael felt a conflict rising within him again. Sera was right. He loved his brothers and did everything in his power to protect them. Lucifer, though once cherished, had made his choice. Michael had to be there for his brothers in Heaven.

Sera, sensing his turmoil, added, "And that's why I believe it is only right if you're the one to guide Gabriela."

Michael turned to Sera, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. She conjured a small, ornate compact mirror and held it out to him.

"This is what you will use to communicate with her. She will reach out to you." she explained. "You're Gabriela's mentor and know her best."

Michael carefully took the mirror into his hands, feeling the weight of it both physically and emotionally.

"My mercy is plentiful and I trust that you will do the right thing," Sera continued, "But my stance is clear. You will have boundaries with Gabriela and you’re still not allowed to go to Hell.”

Michael sensed there was something much larger at play but decided not to question it. At least he had something that tied him to Gabriela for now, some way to ensure her safety, even if indirectly.

"Thank you, Sera," he said, his voice heavy with unspoken words.

Sera nodded, her eyes softening. "Guide her well, Michael. And remember, everything we do is for them” as she turned her gaze again at Emily, Chamuel, and Jophiel, in their own bubble of happiness.

With that, she turned and flew away. Michael stood there for a moment, the mirror clutched in his hand, feeling a mix of hope and despair. He took a deep breath, then walked back to join his siblings and Emily.

Michael stood there for a moment, the mirror clutched in his hand, feeling a mix of hope and despair. He took a deep breath, then walked back to join his brothers and Emily.

As he approached, Chamuel noticed the mixed expression on Michael's face and asked, "Michael, is everything okay?"

Michael, with the small compact mirror hidden in his hand, gave a reassuring smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The weight of the mirror felt disproportionate to its size, a tangible reminder of the responsibility he now carried. Within its small frame lay a lifeline to Gabriela, the angel who meant more to him than he dared to admit. His heart was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions: hope that he could guide her, despair at the thought of her losing, and a gnawing uncertainty about what lay ahead.

The mirror, though delicate and beautiful, felt like a heavy burden. It was a fragile connection to Gabriela in the harsh, unforgiving realm of Hell. The thought of her alone in that place, facing unknown dangers, twisted his insides. The hope that he could help her, be a source of strength and guidance, was the only thing keeping him from being completely overwhelmed by despair.

He lost Lucifer and he wouldn’t lose Gabriela.

Michael's mind raced with possibilities, each more harrowing than the last. He forced himself to focus on the present, to be the steadfast leader his siblings believed him to be. He couldn't afford to let his own fears show, not when they looked to him for reassurance and strength.

"Nevermind, everything’s ok.”

Chamuel nodded, his easy going nature always bringing a sense of calm. "If you say so, brother. Just remember, we're here if you need us."

Michael placed a hand on Chamuel's shoulder, appreciating his brother's concern. "I know, Chamuel. Thank you."

He then turned to Jophiel and Emily, who were still engrossed in their sandcastle. "Take care, you two. I'll see you soon."

Jophiel looked up and smiled. "Don't worry about us, Michael. We'll be here, keeping things beautiful and peaceful."

Emily ran over and hugged Michael tightly. "Be safe, Michael."

He returned the hug, feeling a warmth in his heart despite the turmoil within. "I will, Emily. I promise."

With that, Michael spread his wings and took to the skies, the compact mirror securely in his grasp. As he soared higher, he focused on the task ahead, mentally preparing himself for when Gabriela would reach out.

Flying through the celestial expanse, Michael's thoughts centered on Gabriela. He felt a renewed sense of resolve, a determination to support her despite the distance and danger.

As he approached his destination, Michael's mind cleared, and a steely resolve settled in his heart. No matter the challenges ahead, he would be there for Gabriela, ready to guide and protect her. With a final deep breath, he landed softly, ready to wait for her call and fulfill his duty as her mentor and guardian.

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midnightactual · 11 months

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To return to the concept of Yoruichi being like Satoru Gojō:

vs.

Like, you feel me on the visual connection I outline so succinctly, right? What is presented and perceived versus what is really there?

Yoruichi is very good at presenting an impression of being relatable and engaging with people in a social fashion, of creating an idea in their heads that she is known to them, but the truth is there is always distance between what they believe and the actuality of herself. One is usually engaging with one's own idea of Yoruichi, not with Yoruichi herself. (See: Soifon's idolization, disenchantment, and surprise at seeing new layers.)

Yoruichi will be "fake" with you and also use it as a weapon against you if need be. It is in fact her default response to such an extent that it isn't even necessarily deliberate—you are simply interacting with the surface layers, and if you view them as all there is to her, that is your mistake. She doesn't "have" to fool you.

This is sufficient for people to think they "know" Yoruichi in some meaningful sense, contra say Kisuke who remains mysterious in part because he does not seem to like deeply generating these false impressions—his faking is "obvious" and he is much more of a bleeding heart with his heart much closer to being worn on his sleeve, suggesting a lot of what he does is an active self-protective mechanism, whereas with Yoruichi it's much more deeply entrenched and passive armor.

The truth, however, is actually that both of them are equally mysterious, and in a very real sense Yoruichi's method is much more dangerous precisely because it lures one into a false sense of safety and familiarity. "I know Yoruichi, she's pretty nice." What is actually under the surface is thus never questioned.

This is not to say that Yoruichi doesn't care, or she's being transactional; instead, just as with Gojō, her perspective is simply different. To tie some things together, this:

Gojō has thus become a mere observer on the sideline. Granted the ability to see everything, life become more of a movie than reality, with Gojō being the only one in the theater.

is equivalent to:

One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I’ll fall apart Maybe it is all a test ’cause I feel like I’m the worst So I always act like I’m the best If you are not very careful Your possessions will possess you TV taught me how to feel Now real life has no appeal It has no appeal, it has no appeal It has no appeal, it has no appeal It has no appeal

and meanwhile this:

Or, as the master himself would phrase it: "When granted everything, you can't do anything." Thus, Gojō literally has to blind himself and his powers in order to perceive others as actual people. And I think it's fair to call that quite tragic.

is equivalent to:

See, now I’m thinking: maybe it means you’re the evil man. And I’m the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here… he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. And I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.

It all fits together, you see?

#Out Of Character #Headcanons #Meta

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videogame-ocs · 1 year

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Introducing the Trevelyan family of Ostwick.

Frederick Trevelyan

Bann Frederick Trevelyan was the youngest son of the previous Bann of Ostwick, proving the Trevelyan’s unusual rule that any sibling is eligible to be chosen as heir. A kindhearted and quiet man, born in 8:74 Blessed. Frederick is a loving father and husband, who deeply loves his wife and children, even to the extent of being slightly overly protective of the young children, especially of his only daughter.

Sophia Trevelyan

Sophia was the second oldest child born to an Orlesian Baroness, in 8:76. Her marriage to her husband was arranged but she grew to genuinely love him dearly. Sophia is a loving and gentle mother who constantly worries about her children’s well-being but is unafraid to speak her mind and turn into a ‘mama bear’ if anyone insults or does anything untoward to her children.

Bertrand Trevelyan

Bertrand, born in 9:03 Dragon, is a Bard under the sponsorship of his maternal grandmother. He may look tough, but really he has a heart of gold and is just determined to defend his younger siblings and parents at all cost. His time as a bard means he has a lot of contacts and connections and he has developed the capability of defending his family in a new way other than brute force. He is also expected to be the chosen heir to the Bannorn, when his father passes.

Avery Trevelyan

Born in 9:06, Avery is the older of the Trevelyan twins and is ‘the smartest’ of them all. Opting to not go the Chantry route, Avery is, an author and a poet who helps his family run the estate on the side. He is the only brother to inherit the blonde hair from his mother.

Alred Trevelyan

Alred is the second of the Trevelyan twins born in 9:06. A former Templar, Alred was retired from the order when an injury to the head left him almost dead. Although he never blames the mage who caused his injury, who in his words; ‘was acting out in fear, like a docile dog biting when threatened’. Since then he’s been helping his father and his twin brother with running the estate.

Oswald Trevelyan

Oswald was born in 9:11, despite having chronic baby face, he is the last Trevelyan child to have joined the Templar order. He unlike most Templars, sees the good in mages, and is lenient towards them. Most of the mages in the circle liked him. Since the circle fell, he’s been working as part of the armed guard in Ostwick for his father.

Percival Trevelyan

Born in August 9:15, Percival is the youngest son and the only mage in the family. Raised from the age of seven in the Ostwick Circle of Magi, the Trevelyan’s made sure he never forgot that he belonged with them, never made him feel different and he would often visit home as part of a deal made between his father, the Templar commander and the circle leader. Percy has gone through a lot since the Ostwick circle fell, but he still is able to find humour in life.

Anya Trevelyan

Anya Trevelyan is the unexpected youngest addition to the Trevelyan children. Born in Harvestmere 9:18, Anya was very quiet and unsure growing up but had a habit of being watchful and observing of the world around her, allowing her to negotiate situations extremely well from a young age. In her childhood she was also rarely seen without a book in her hand. She is an excellent swordswoman, particularly with two handed weapons, having been raised the same as her brothers. However everyone assumed she’d go into the Chantry or marry a minor noble and live a typical life of the Trevelyan line, so needless to say everyone was surprised when she survived the Conclave, went on to lead the Inquisition to victory and eventually become the Hero of Thedas.

Picrew

#da: inquisition #dragon age #dragon age trevelyan #dragon age ocs #the trevelyan family #dragon age inquisition

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dangandj-d4ronpa · 1 year

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DanganDJ Talent Cards

I also want to discuss what special powers I think each Talent gives each character, so here we go!

Rinku can talk to animals (especially monkeys) and/or always knows where True North is.

Maho can sense spoiled food, or cook it such that it's safe to eat again. The reason this fails her in Chap 3 is because the mushrooms she cooked weren't spoiled, they were spiked.

Muni is so good at identifying exact color codes and shades that she can see "more colors" than the average student.

Rei has perfect pitch and/or can "Charm" people with her music if it's a piano piece. (Ex: She can play a happy song and someone who was deeply upset seconds before will genuinely feel happy enough to laugh seconds later).

Shinobu can actually use any weapon IRL so long as she's used it in a game first.

Yuka can tell what type of photo she's looking at, and what edits were made, if any at all, in just one look. This makes her useful in trials since she can determine if something's photoshopped. Or she has photographic memory.

Esora also has a form of "Charm" in that she can naturally get people to do what she wants. She can mobilize a crowd in minutes, which means she can build armies as well as she can build structures.

Ibuki has super-speed and/or the ability to feel and identify others' emotions (empath), inspired by her role as Ult. Team Captain.

Saki is naturally gifted with building machines because of her love of rockets/space. And her Synesthesia can be seen as byproduct of her Talent since space involves working with/seeing a lot of radiation (color) in things that might technically not have color (ex: thermal imaging of a planet). By that extent, Saki could have the ability to see on all frequencies of the EM spectrum, not just visible light.

Noa can she convincingly pull off any act she needs to, and she can always tell how others are acting, and even why, with just a glance. She can also literally throw her voice wherever she wants and rumor has it that she can get puppets to move without their strings. Or she can move them without having to actually touch their strings.

Towa knows enough about idols that she can automatically identify any of them on sight, as well as some of the people they're most likely to be seen with, and she has mild "Charm" powers of her own.

Rika can serve so well that, if she wants, she can literally make fire shoot out from between her hands and the ball.

Saori's calligraphy is so good that she can forge anything (although she sucks at identifying forgeries) or the poetry she writes can actually compel people to do things (Ryota's Hope anime or Junko's brainwash videos).

Marika can shapeshift like Tsumugi, but only into real people, and people whose appearances are similar to hers.

Dalia can either fight with any dance style, has any power related to martial arts (kamehameha!!!!), or can identify poison in drinks if she has a barista Talent.

Tsubaki's voice can hypnotize.

Aoi's jam makes people fall more in love with her.

Hiiro can actually see the future.

Nagisa can turn electric guitars into sonic weapons or literal axes.

Miyu is just always lucky in a good way, though I've also imagined giving her power to connect to the divine (like she can actually speak to deities).

Haruna innately knows laws or good amendments to them, or her leadership can compel people to follow her.

Kurumi can control how successful her pranks are based on how much she allows them to surprise her as well (similar to Nagito manipulating his luck). For example, Kurumi can make a prank to steal something, but based on how much she leaves to chance, that increases the odds of her scheme succeeding in increasingly comical and impressive ways. Or she can tell when people are lying (Kokichi stuff).

Miiko can learn any language, including animal and computer.

#d4dj #danganronpa #fanganronpa #dangandj #d4ronpa #monochio #monyochio #hope's peak academy #hope's pinnacle academy #killing school transfer #crossover #dig delight direct drive dj

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toxic-mothers-tourney · 1 year

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Toxic propaganda: Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater)

CW: nonconsensual medical procedures

adopted a child just to see what would happen if she fused a guy that could turn into a sword with their blood. abused Crona and raised them to be as ruthless of a killing machine as possible, punishing refusal to kill small animals with solitary confinement (well not really solitary, but the sword guy fused with them is probably worse than solitude).

I HATE HER I WANT TO DROP KICK HER INTO THE SUN imagine making a child, treating them like an “it,” constantly criticizing them for being weak, injecting a sentient weapon into their blood that constantly harassing and belittles them, forcing them to kill small animals and locking them up in a dark chamber for days at a time without food until they go insane if they can’t do it. *And then* when they finally break free of your controlling ass and learn that people can genuinely care about them, manipulating their insecurities to harm the people around them as a means to your selfish end. And in the manga it’s SOMEHOW EVEN WORSE BUT THIS RANT IS LONG ENOUGH. Worst mother ever gg

I feel like using your child as an experiment is really fucked up. Locking them in a room and telling them to kill a small animal. Having them kill humans once they reach the double digits. Fusing them with an asshole who abuses them further.

She's really mean, experimented on her kid and used them as a pawn for her evil schemes, etc etc.

THE abusive anime mother of all time

i didn't submit her earlier but putting in a submission for her now that she's lost her guaranteed spot but still has a chance, i do still think if there's limited room for mad scientist moms she's juicily toxic beyond that! like honestly giving her kid fucked up blood is barely just the START, it's also a whole gamut of not letting her kid be a person outside of what She wants them to be - deeply isolating them and actively CONVINCING them they have no hope of connecting to other people, that she is the only person they can depend on. like i would easily argue that the psychological effects are way deeper than the physical experimentation effects here! this kid does Not know how to be a person. and it's not even like this was a calculated part of the experiment she admits she kind of messed up there making her kid so unable to stand on their own! like obvs you know The General Deal i won't recap the plot for you, but i don't know if you've read the manga? and in case you haven't i Gotta make sure you know about Thee Toxic Mom scene that makes me go insane which is when crona finally is successful at murder enough for her. she finally starts acting kind and loving to them. and THAT's the final thing that really breaks them, they can't handle her suddenly being kind, it's terrible if it's fake and it's even worse if it's NOT fake! not just because she held off on it for so long but because it's not fair SHE gets to have and keep a person she loves when THEY had to throw away everyone else. and that's when they kill her, and she gloats like it's the final part of her plan but her last words ARE still "i love you, crona" despite everything. she's not JUST cold it's when she STOPS being so that is the worst. if you haven't read the manga read just this chapter pwease i reread it when i need to have a little more mental illness https://manga4life.com/read-online/Soul-Eater-chapter-87.html

#Toxic propaganda #medusa gorgon

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lunaria1 · 4 days

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Chapter 1

It has been decades since the hotel has been built and since the Tepes family permanently moved there as well as other monsters. Some still lived in their own homes and regularly came to visit the hotel, specifically for Mavis's birthdays. Dracula and Alucard both tried to make sure that she is safe in the hotel and that she doesn't have to see what humans can do. For nearly 118 years they have kept her trapped but just a couple of hours before she had yet again asked her father to let her go out and see the human world, he agreed, saying that there's a village nearby and that despite it not being much it's good enough for her first time. Despite Mavis wanting to see more she was happy with it and flew there immediately. Only for it to be a complete disaster, making her not want to see any more of the world or humans. But what Dracula didn't realise is that two humans saw the incident and decided to follow the burning 'humans' back to the hotel.

The two brothers were currently in the lobby, enjoying the peace that they currently had. Dracula was in an especially good mood after his planned worked, despite the zombies having nearly blown their cover but Mavis was too naïve to connect the dots. Alucard wasn't like the bubbly vampire that his brother was, no, he was more dark, cruel and had hidden his heart from others including his own family after the horrendous death of his wife and child by the human villagers, just how they had killed Martha, Drac's wife, a week later. Neither of them knew how the humans found them but they had a feeling someone was leading them but they never found out who. Despite being so cold, Alucard still truly and deeply loved his family, he was devoted of it even, despite not really showing it. His brother and niece still loved him though and often tried to get him out of his shell, sometimes it worked other times it didn't. Hence why the moment Dracula saw the two humans he immediately rushed to get them out of Alucard's sight as to not get him angry and trigger his trauma and to stir trouble in the hotel.

However, Alucard did spot Dracula dashing away into a nearby closet, gripping two figures tightly in his arms. Despite his sharp eyes, sharper than regular vampires and monsters, he couldn't really make out what the figures looked like. He decided not to speak up about it nor check the closet himself, just stay in the corner observing everyone with his glowing eyes. He wasn't one to hang out and socialise with others. He enjoyed his peace and quiet but he had to make sure that no one caused trouble in the hotel.

"Wowow, chill out dude. What has gotten you so pent up and bothered?" Jade said very confused as she and Johnny got shoved and pinned in a very small and cramped closet out of the blue. How the hell did he even move that fast?! What was his issue? The man in front of them was acting as if they intruded on something that they shouldn't have. "Quiet, you fool! What weapons are you keeping in this container? Your pitchforks?!" Dracula spat pulling out stuff out of Johnny's bag first at lighting speed before he ended up pulling out a shirt that smelled very badly. Being a vampire his sense of smell was very sensitive causing him to drop the shirt on the floor and curled up in a corner covering his nose. "Oh god!! I can't breathe. It's killing me!" Johnny picked up his shirt without a care and put it back in his bag, unbothered by Dracula acting like that. "Yeah definitely overdue for a fluff and fold." he said which caused Jade to burst out laughing. "Overdue is an understatement Johnny. It doesn't need a fluff and fold but a good scrubbing and cleaning if the man is this bothered by the smell she said as Johnny's iPod turned on in his pocket.

This immediately caught Dracula's attention, as he quickly grabbed it out of the pocket and inspected it with a glare. "What is this? A torture device? A secret mind controller? You won't read my thoughts. I won't let you." Dracula dramatically screamed, glaring down at the music pod as if it would murder him and his family. He had no sense of modern technology nor did he know about what truly is a man's world and how what he showed on the slideshow to the other monsters isn't true.

"Dude chill it's just music. Here have a listen." Johnny said as he put his earphones into Dracula's ears and pressed play. Dracula's face was a mixture of confusion and disgust before she shock the earphones off immediately. Once again behaving like a drama queen and Johnny even called him a 'grandpa' just assuming that he was one of those people who couldn't accept change. "You two need to go. No human has ever entered this castle. And is someone should see you, the sanctuary, no one would ever come again." Dracula declared dramatically, closing his eyes tightly at the thought of no one returning to his beloved hotel, the place that's a sanctuary to his family. Jade and Johnny laughed and mocked him, doing their own impressions of his speech, thinking that he's just playing the role of Dracula.

"And Alucard and Mavis?! If they both saw you two, Mavis would know that I lied and Alucard would kill you both then me. No!" Dracula wailed as she covered his face and groaned, curling himself up in a corner again. Jade and Johnny clearly weren't bothered or taking his warning seriously. "Who's Mavis and Alucard? This their room? Me and Jade are pretty good with roommates since we usually room together and we both have large families. I have six brothers and she has way more than me so we can totally share" Johnny said as the two of them sat down on what seemed to be a chair or a wooden desk.

"I can't kill them. It would set back monsters hundred of years" Dracula turned away as he muttered to himself as Johnny continued to yap about his roommate incidents. He was tempted to give them both to Alucard and let him deal with them but that would undo a lot of progress in the monster community. He continued to ignore the two of them, still in deep thoughts until Johnny and Jade pointed out the costumes. "Costumes?" Dracula said, lighting up as he got an idea. He smirked widely before turning to face them as he removed their bags and placed them next to himself. "What's this? Sorry man. I just can't be without my backpack, all of my stuff is there including some of Jade's stuff that she couldn't fit in hers" Johnny said getting defensive and panicky about this. Jade was also pissed, rightfully so. "Hey what the hell are you doing dude?! It's our stuff!"

"It stays here!" Dracula said, ignoring the two of them pleading to get their stuff back. He put them in their costumes, using clothes, paint, makeup and some random hair products. He turned Johnny into a homemade Frankenstein whilst Jade into a homemade vampire one so that they both would fit into the hotel and not attract unwanted attention whilst he figured out a way for them to get out. He did a pretty decent job at it too, they did look very convincing and no one battered an eye even as Johnny started bragging about the costume as they walked out of the closet.

#fanfiction #hotel transylvania #oc x oc ship #crossover #chapter 1 #own character #castlevania

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reptilianraver · 5 months

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Clan Gully Field Report #1

Elyot here, Clan Gully's cannoneer. We've been tasked with doing what Clan Gully does best, exploring foreign lands and helping with whatever issues they may be facing.

Our initial home away from home is Trangelda. It's pretty rustic compared to Ivalice, but that hasn't dampened Kiya's enthuasium for acting the tourist.

I guess it'd be wise to go through the Clan roster while I'm on it.

Abelat is our Moogle fighter. He's a country boy who heard many a tale of adventure before signing up with us. While he's the smallest of the group, he definitely is strong (must be all the farm work) and is reliable. He always talks about what a knight oughta do, which is something I reckon most knights don't actively talk about every day. He's still young, though. He'll grow out of it.

Choco is Abelat's trusty Chocobo steed. He's an absolute terror in combat, but an utter goofball out of it. He sticks with Abelat pretty closely, which is well and good, I don't need him eating any of my tools.

Kiya is our Viera White Mage. From what I know, she traveled a fair amount of her life before this, and I get the feeling she joined the Clan just to have people to enjoy traveling with rather than for any financial reasons. She's deeply skilled with Magick, but can't describe it to save her life. It's all natural to her. Must be nice.

Professor Vitor is our Nou Mou Black Mage. Previously a Magick teacher at the Akademy, he is always willing to talk about Magick and all if its properties. It's hard to get a word in edgewise when he starts getting into it, though.

Syng us our Seeq Ranger. He used to be a bounty hunter and has a lot of connections from back then. He's friendly enough, but I always feel like there is something sketchy about him. He and Kiya get along really well, which I don't understand in the slightest. I know they've got history, I just don't see how they have history.

Lastly in our typical party is yours truly. Most Bangaa prefer to fight up close, but me, I've always liked a challenge and have always been too stubborn to listen to what people tell me I oughta do. My hand cannon is my pride and joy and I wouldn’t trade 'er for any other weapon.

Anyways, back on topic. Trangelda has a strange tradition of not allowing mercenaries to go out and take jobs until they complete a training quest. We had to go meet the king to be even allowed out to go take our trial. We were given a ring filled with what the king said was "Fame" and said that it would point us to our target in the dungeon. I can only imagine how k6ch Vitor would love to study this Fame, but our current job takes priority.

Our trial takes place in the Kraidia Caverns. We're going to have to be careful without the protection of a Judge. Battles tend to be a lot more deadly without them observing us. This means that unlike usual missions, the encounters we have in the dungeons here are going to be battles of attrition. I just hope we are ready.

#Elminage Original #Clan Gully #Bangaa #Elyot

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celestialarchon · 4 years

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The Celestial Archon

Chapter Two: The Moonlight Phenomenon

Genshin Impact x F! Reader

Warnings: major Genshin Impact Spoilers! Possible grammar errors.

Tag list: To Be Added. (sorry it needed to be published!)

With the return of a mysterious archon, celebrations began! The night was filled with laughter, food, and memories being made. One person was amiss during the celebration, Mona still found herself unsettled and unable to be as excited as the others. An eerie feeling of unrest and anxiety has settled over our esteemed astrologist as our beloved heroes celebrate.

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“I’ve finally found you,” Mona’s intense astrology session was interrupted by a cheery high pitched voice.

“Hello, Seraphim.” Mona turned to greet the beautiful woman.

She nearly gasped as the woman walked in, her hair now styled and her eyes shining brighter than before, the mysterious tattoos seemed to have faded and though she was still striking she looked far more human than before. The Celestial Archon merely smiled at the woman’s surprise and stepped towards her, hand out.

“We should talk, my child. Fate had brought us together, an astrologist with a water vision instead of a celestial vision is strange enough.” The woman was calm but not cold as Mona took her hand.

Mona was warm as the gentle archon interlocked their fingers and led her to the corner of the room, sinking down into a comfy chair and pointing at the one next to her. Disappointment creeped up in the astrologist as her idol released her hand. It was quickly replaced with embarrassment and a soft flush across her cheeks. Mona was wholeheartedly captured by the mystery goddess.

“I’m sure you’re aware,” The bright eyes goddess sighed, “That my arrival in Teyvat has stirred up some trouble.”

Mona frowned slightly, “There was already trouble, your sudden appearance is not the cause of it.”

“That’s good, but I still feel that my presence is going to stir the pot a bit. I am connected to all the stars and spaces of this world, I can feel and see things so deeply and I am well aware that there are challenges coming. It’s annoying in some ways.” Her eyes were distant again.

Words were lost on Mona for a moment. She couldn’t begin to imagine how stressful it was to feel so deeply, to constantly be overwhelmed by information and one’s connection to the world. Every piece of text written about the Celestial Archon was very vague. Information on the god of stars was hard to find and many details had been lost, yet one thing seemed to stay the same in ever piece of information Mona had consumed.

Even when the world was teeming with elemental energy and gods were far more common, the goddess of the sky, Seraphim, was an oddity. Before the Archon war, Seraphim was a lone wolf being without many ties. The last god of stars kept to herself and had no desire to interfere with the other’s problems, despite knowing so much of them. It was incredibly lonely and sad.

“You said it’s strange that I have a water vision,” Mona finally spoke.

“Yes,” The archon clicked her tongue, “Had I been around, somebody like you would’ve received a vision from me. However, you did not receive one of my visions and ultimately that should’ve impacted your abilities over astrology but it did not. You are quite the gifted character, aren’t you Miss Mona?”

Mona’s face was tomato red at the words of the beloved celestial archon, “I am honored to be complimented by the goddess of stars.”

“You’re very formal,” The starry eyed goddess laughed.

“Excuse me,” the two were interrupted by none other than the acting grandmaster, “I would like a word with the Lady of the Stars.”

Mona was hesitant, not wanting her idol to slip away but nodded and escorted the woman to the door. She was a bit dissatisfied with the conversation they’d had, wanting to know more and more of her long awaited god. The woman turned back to Mona, eyes twinkling, and embraced her. The normally level headed and somewhat haughty astrologist stiffened in shock but returned the warm hug. A sigh escaped Mona’s mouth, but she didn’t mind. The goddess was warm and something about her affection put Mona at peace.

“I am so lucky that somebody as beautiful and gifted as you awaited my return, Mona Megistus. Until we meet again, my darling.” The woman’s grasp around Mona tightened as she whispered in her ear.

The water mage watched as the strange goddess gracefully glided away with Jean. She was ethereal with the moonlight filtering in from tall windows, her skin illuminated as she hung on to every word Jean said. Even the confident and ever busy acting grandmaster found butterflies swarming her abdomen at the sight of the goddess. Jean felt as if she could be swept away by the young woman.

A part of Jean felt guilty for several reasons. As acting grand master, it was her duty to know about the citizens of Mond, it was her duty to work without personal emotions interfering, and her duty to oversee the safety of all the wind borne citizens. The Celestial Archon was challenging all of these duties. It was only natural for an astrologist to be obsessed with a god of stars, and Jean had interrupted the conversation. The Dandelion Knight couldn’t help but feel an innocent sort of crush on the goddess, she was kind and beautiful and she really seemed to want to get to know everyone. Ultimately, Jean was also aware of the danger a new archon posed.

Even so, the beautiful knight couldn’t help but want to push all those thoughts aside and capture the attention of the goddess for hours. She shook off that thought, attempting to focus on her duty as Mondstat’s respected Grand Master. Jean explained the general politics of the city of freedom and the individual jobs of the knights of favonious. She even went as far as to explain the adventurer’s guild and the recent trouble with Storm Terror. The Celestial Archon hung on to every word, nodding and asking occasional questions.

Jean took the time to explain the place they were in, a place between Mondstat and Liyue, and the teleport points that marked both countries. She was diligent and had already prepared some documents for the 8th Archon, maps and other things needed in the world. Jean had even communicated with others to ensure each safe place for the archon was marked. The allied domain was the middle ground, but Mondstat welcomed the new Archon with a living place and much to do. Liyue had also prepared a small home in the city for her.

The archon stared in wonder at the map. The knights of Favonious had prepared a room for her in their own head quarters, even the esteemed Tycoon had set aside a room. Wangshuu Inn welcomed her and Liyue Harbor gave her quarters close to Rex Lapis. Small notes were written for her, both Xiao and Diluc noted the stars were best seen from where they were while the traveler and Paimon had starred their favorite places to eat.

“Ah, Master Jean.” The Goddess spoke slowly, bowing.

“Please, Seraphim, there’s no reason to be so formal!” Jean’s voice rose nervously, “You are an archon after all.”

“Yes, that’s true. You do not serve me though, please refer to me as my chosen name. Formalities aren’t my taste much.” The Archon remarked bashfully.

Jean nodded, rose dusting her cheeks.

“I,” The Archon sighed, “Really need an open space so I can, uh, deal with my weapon situation.”

“Oh, oh!” Realization hit Jean.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Jean babbled nervously, “Here let us go out to the cliffs, it should be okay, right?”

“Mhm,” The goddess followed the knight to the exit.

Aether and Paimon were also by the exit, turning at the sound of approaching foot steps. Aether grinned and waved at the Celestial Archon, she waved back and beamed. Paimon immediately took off, throwing herself into the Archons arms as the woman giggled. Jean’s face was priceless, attempting to process how this small otherworldly creature could just tackle and archon without shame.

Aether and his companion followed the two women, curious about the weapon another archon would wield. The group made their way to the edge of the cliff, the stars seeming extra bright and the moon full. The goddess lowered herself, feet on the lush grass and put her hand forth, palm out. Swiftly, she struck the air in front of her with her pointer finger, an unfamiliar constellation connecting at each point.

“Return to your master, Destroyer of Divinity.” Her words were clear and calm.

The constellation burst into a ray of white light, Aether covered his eyes as Paimon whined. Darkness fell again and he opened his eyes, gasping at the sight in front of him. The goddess held a long weapon close to her body, above her shoulder was a large opalescent curved blade, below the hip on the opposite side, another shimmering curved blade could be seen. No weapon in Teyvat was even similar.

“I-Is is that a scythe?!” Jean sputtered.

“Aha, well yes,” The goddess blushed at their reactions, “Destroyer of Divinity is an unusual weapon, meant to slice through dimensional and spatial barriers. I didn’t mean to shock you.”

Aether stood, mouth agape, “Even its name is terrifying! What the hell?”

“Ahahaha,” the archon continued to laugh nervously, “Well, its existence is basically to bring judgement from the heavens upon those deserving so yeah it’s a bit intimidating.”

Aether nearly screamed. How could she say something so casually?

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The traveler was feeling a bit nervous, as anybody would if an Archon decided to tag along for their daily commissions. Paimon and the Celestial Archon chattered away as Aether spoke to the Katheryne in Liyue. It did not help that the three had left before the others awoke and the Celestial Archon had left a note declaring it as a “friendly date.”

The last thing Aether wanted was to piss off literally any of the adepti, the Geo Archon himself, and even Jean who had taken a very noticeable interest in the goddess. A cloud seemed to look over the blonde but Paimon didn’t notice. The eighth Archon gave the teenager a sympathetic smile and put her hand on his shoulder, attempting to ease his nerves. Only one thing could make the situation worse, and unfortunately that particular thing was heading straight towards Aether.

“Let’s run,” Aether grabbed the startled archon’s wrist and dragged her to the teleport point nearby, ignoring the calls of a certain troublesome individual.

The archon chuckled, “I didn’t know daily commissions would be so exciting!”

Aether smiled sheepishly and let go of her wrist, trying to focus on which commission to start with. He was distracted by a sudden commotion, people yelled out as a hooded figure darted past the trio. Liyue Harbor’s guards thundered after the thief, knocking the poor panicked goddess off her feet.

The eight archon shut her eyes and prepared for the impact of the fall, but was yanked back by a pair of strong arms.

“Hey, girlie. Hold still.” A charming voice said.

The goddess watched as the lanky ginger haired man moved forward and shot an arrow, narrowly missing all the guard and hitting the suspicious character in the back. Aether’s eyes were filled with shock and panic at the sight of the man. Immediately, the goddess side stepped away from her hero, on high alert.

“Now,” He turned to her beaming, “What exactly is such a beautiful young lady doing with this kiddo?”

Her starry eyes met his azure eyes, “I’m just a new adventurer from Mondstat, learning the ropes from the best.”

“Hmm?” His gaze was questioning, “Well then, I’m Childe. Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers. We should definitely get to know each other.”

The goddess moved to Aether in a quick swift movement. Suddenly, she wanted very much to escape Liyue Harbor. The Fatui were trouble, the goddess was new to the era but even she knew that they were dangerous. It was one of the first matters addressed at her arrival. She no longer knew the Cryo Archon, and this Tsarita sounded troubling.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” an annoyed voice chimed in, averting the red head’s attention.

A shorter man with a large hat and ominous aura stood behind the tall harbinger. Aether tensed up and the goddess wrapped her arm around his shoulder. Slowly, the trio made their escape at the expense of Childe. The older harbinger was chewing the younger man out for flirting and wasting time, both harbingers bickered as the traveler and his companions fled.

“You shouldn’t be wasting time on trying to get laid you, fool.” Scaramouche scowled, still ripping into his subordinate. “Especially not that woman, even from a mile away I can tell she’s trouble. You’re a harbinger not a host, get your shit together, Tartaglia.”

Childe smirked, looking down on his superior, “So you noticed her, too. I wonder what someone like that is doing with my favorite traveler.”

“We should alert the Tsarita of that girl,” Scaramouche mumbled, avoiding the earlier comment.

“I actually agree,” Childe’s eyes narrowed, “I was hoping to see for myself what she is, but that kid stopped me of course. There’s something strange about her but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe I can charm it out of her?”

Scaramouche slapped his comrades back, “Let’s go you useless fucking playboy.”

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Wangshuu Inn looked beautiful and the aroma of food was far too enticing. Aether sighed as he watched his small, chubby companion chase after the eighth archon. The woman was supposed to be divine, yet in some ways he reminded her of a puppy or a kitten. She was somewhat moody with her affections and spacey like a kitten may be, and still somehow clingy and energetic like a puppy.

Luckily for the two, Aether had a commission from Verr Goldet. The blonde tried to maintain composure as he saw a familiar dark haired yaksha speaking with the Inn Keeper, not wanting to admit he’d accidentally led the Fatui straight to the Archon. The traveler watched in fascination and amusement as Verr’s face twisted from composed to horrified when Xiao was knocked over by the goddess. The conqueror of demons merely grunted and stood back up, clutching the ethereal woman to his chest.

Xiao’s eyes were cold as they met Aether’s, clearly annoyed with the boy, but his expression softened at the yawning goddess in his arms. Once again, the traveler was overcome with curiosity at her behavior. Only moments ago the woman was bubbly and hyper, now her eyes were fluttering and she was snuggling up to one of the most dangerous beings in Teyvat. Without a word, the tattooed man spun around and carried the goddess upstairs.

“I’m here for your com-“ Aether began.

“Who was that?!” Verr Goldet burst out, “I’ve never seen Adeptus Xiao so damn agreeable. What just happened? Is this a dream?”

Paimon giggled, “He loooooves her! That person is the one we told you about before! Even Xiao can’t be in a bad mood around her, it’s amazing!”

“Oh,” Verr blushed at Paimon’s words, “She’s that person? No wonder he’s been so restless.”

“Wait, restless?” Aether questioned.

Verr Sighed and beckoned the two to a guest free area. The two followed her into a small back room, exchanging glances. The boss lady pulled out an old book and brushed the dust away. Aether and Paimon peered down at the book, puzzled by its appearance. It was a dark leather with carvings of the moon and clouds on the front.

Carefully, Verr flipped the book open and turned it to the two. Paimon shot up, shrieking. The book looked like a book you’d find in a library but was strange. Instead of ongoing text, the pages had scraps and pieces stuck on the pages with various notes scribbled around. Verr turned to the first page, placing her middle finger at the beginning text and giving Aether and expectant look. The traveler leaned down and began to read the text.

“The moonlight phenomenon: Legend of Liyue.

It is said that there was once a ruler of the stars, one who ruled over the sky as the Gods rule over our land. When tides of war overcame Liyue, Rex Lapis sought out the monarch of the sky to form a contract.

Seraphim granted Rex Lapis the moonlight phenomenon. Liyue’s skies were never to dim even on the darkest of nights, the moon and stars would remain as guides for Liyue always. It is said that this contract assisted in bringing the evil gods to their doom, the sky illuminating the way to victory for Liyue and all of Teyvat.”

Verr flipped the page as Aether exhaled trying to wrap his mind around the strange passage.

“The Contract: Seraphim and Rex Lapis.

The circumstances of the moonlight phenomenon still remain unknown. It is an ancient mystery that many still attempt to solve, what exactly did the Geo Archon barter for his people?

Nobody knows, still. However, the most common theories are that the contract has not been fulfilled or that there was no contract to begin with. Many believe that Rex Lapis and Seraphim were secret lovers, and this was Seraphim’s gift to her beloved. Others hypothesize that Seraphim’s wish was never fulfilled, as her death sealed the victory for The Seven Archons.”

Aether shuddered. People in Liyue believe that The Celestial Archon died in the Archon war? Verr flipped to a page in the middle of the book.

“Liyue’s Priestess Seraphim

It is said that a woman with eyes vast like the galaxy beyond and mysterious astrological powers once enchanted all of Liyue.

Seraphim, the last Celestial wielder was Liyue’s last hope. Though she is not honored as an archon, she is known vaguely as a priestess. The woman who captured the attention of the archon’s themselves and was adored by the Adepti. Few remain, but Liyue’s legends claim that the priestess of the stars was the lover of Rex Lapis, the lover of the Vigilant Yaksha, or the lover another adepti.

Even fewer discuss the devastation that occurred when she fell from grace. Her death was the catalyst of the only known battle between Liyue’s very own Archon, The Anemo Archon and his people, and the Adepti. A lesser known battle that almost forced both Mondstat and Liyue into Civil Wars.

When the dust settled, all that stood was the full moon. Many Adepti still honor the priestess under the moonlight by fighting evil spirits and demons.”

Aether’s eyes widened at Verr. She solemnly shook her head as the traveler’s face fell. Xiao, Ganyu, Zhongli, Venti, all of them suffered so terribly. It was confusing to the boy that every text described the Celestial Archon as deceased. His head began to hurt from the information. Verr sighed and led him back out.

“Once you finish commissions, why don’t you two stay here? I’ll prepare a room for you,” The boss was sympathetic.

Aether grimaced but nodded, leading Paimon out to finish their duties.

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Somewhere in the shadows of Wangshuu Inn crept a Fatui agent, slipping away as the traveler set out. The shadowy figure grinned at the piece of paper in their hand.

“Protected by the traveler and the Adepti. Master Childe will be interested in this,” His eyes were dark as he approached his fellow Fatui agents, “She could be very useful to us, this (Y/N).”

The suspicious shadows began to slink away, overcome with desire to inform their boss of the new information. Only a few feet away, a strange creature ducked down to avoid being seen by the agents, fidgeting.

“The angel is here!” The creature shrieked as the cult like group left it’s sight, “(Y/N) will be ours.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin impact zhongli #genshin liyue #Celestial Archon Series #genshin jean #master diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin childe #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact signora #genshin impact fatui

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onesunofagun · 3 years

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I shall now yell about Ingo, please stand by:

Ingo’s transformation from the underappreciated backbone of the ranch to an absolute ruff-wearing cantaloupe of a man is also pretty interesting (if you’re the kind of person who absorbs the Zelda series through your skin like a frog to live).

I’ve bolded the key points for skimmers.

Granted, the manga has it that Ingo just gets brainwashed by Twinrova into being a staunch follower of Ganondorf. That’s not canon, but it’s not informing any of this thinking, either way.

In the beginning of OoT we meet Talon by waking him up from a nap, and we learn pretty quickly that he’s lazy and often yelled at by his daughter for slacking off like this. Ingo at the ranch confirms again that Talon doesn’t pull his weight around there, and since Malon’s still a child, it’s pretty obvious that Ingo’s settled with the bulk of the work.

Ingo is grumpy, he’s resentful, and he complains a lot. But he does do the work, and you can find him (presumably) in the process of mucking out the stables.

Let’s examine what he does at the ranch:

Epona really liked that song... Only I could tame that horse... Even Mr. Ingo had a hard time...

Now, Epona is established in game to be a real winner of a horse. She’s fast, she’s smart, she’s got a lovely sorrel coat and white mane that seems to be quite rare or highly prized coloring. The catch is, she is notoriously wild. The only people she tolerates are Malon and Link, due in large part to being soothed by the song Malon’s mother taught her.

Ingo had to really try to crack this horse, which Malon’s observation suggests is unusual.

Epona is very young when we first see her, so it’s never really revealed if she was caught wild, or bred at the ranch with a very headstrong temperament.

Ingo’s clearly the guy that’s breaking them in, though. The most Talon is doing is... sleeping in with the cuccos. We never see any organisation of the cuccos, in terms of egg collection or poultry farming, but nevertheless, Talon has the much less physical jobs even if he was doing them. His focus seems to be cuccos, deliveries to the castle and book keeping between naps (and to be fair it’s probably a little depression related, given the dead wife).

Malon gives us a cow later on, and she’s got the egg for the crowing cucco that wakes up Talon, so I’d like to assume for simplicity’s sake that even as a kid, Malon was up at dawn most days helping Ingo with the cows and milking them. It’s never really implied that she has amazing skill in dealing with horses, just that Epona has a special connection with her specifically. Other than that, Malon is simply kind and respectful of her animals (though I’ve got no idea how she got that cow to Link’s treehouse and that’s worth investigating).

Later on, Ingo is also shown to be a competent rider. Enough that he has absolutely no qualms in challenging Link to races for wagers, and was quite confident of his ability to win.

The takeaway is, Ingo is usually VERY GOOD with both caring for and training horses, if not breeding them for the ranch.

That kind of lends to his grumbling, when he is referring to himself as ‘the Great Ingo’ and comparing himself to Talon, who is a ‘bum’. His claim to greatness may not be undeserved, at least in horse circles, and especially if he’s not getting particular credit for it, his bitterness and frustration (alongside envy, exhaustion, and dreams of recognition) would be quite deeply run.

So it seems that his friend and employer is clearly taking some advantage of him, especially after the death of Malon’s mother.

So now, let’s examine his feelings, and how he changes.

The feelings Ingo has about that are pretty textbook for the sort of thing ‘evil takes hold of and twists’, in the Zeldaverse.

Focussing on the game itself, Malon says this as an adult:

Since Ganondorf came, people in the Castle Town have gone, places have been ruined, and monsters are wandering everywhere. Mr. Ingo is just using the ranch to gain Ganondorf's favor... Everyone seems to be turning evil...

We do see other characters in Hyrule become influenced by the ‘darkness in their hearts’ as byproduct of Ganondorf’s reign.

A prominent example of a character who was visibly dissatisfied with their lot, and then notably changes (while praising Ganondorf for what he’d done), is the Castle Guard who is heavily implied to have become the Poe Dealer. Even if by some slim means it’s not the same person, the Poe Dealer does still express that they could not do the work they do without Ganon as King, and that they now benefit from him being in that position and are grateful to him.

The Kakariko Carpenters seem to have given into their fantasies about living among the Gerudo women, and gone out to the Valley and gotten themselves taken prisoner. Following work near the fortress, the team chooses to act on their selfish desires and go for broke, chasing their dreams. They weren’t previously prepared to act upon these fantasies when Link was young, admittedly much milder in their still very prominent obsession, but seven years later, they’re quite happy to risk it all and piss away the stability of their careers (and nearly their lives) at the first opportunity.

Anyway, the trend is, those across Hyrule who are unhappy with their lot before Ganondorf’s coup tend to be ‘corrupted’ by seven years later, and appear to have given in to a twisted version of whatever they most wanted.

This is noteworthy especially because the language in the game revolves around the Sacred Realm being opened and corrupted, too, by Ganondorf’s unbalanced heart and selfish goals. It is unable to be ‘sealed’ again while Link has the Master Sword. In aLttP, we know there is a mirror like effect to do with the sacred turned dark realm, in which it reflects the hearts of men.

So it is very reasonable to say, that for OoT in particular, much of this evil influence plaguing the land and preying on the darkness an people’s hearts is a result of the corruption of the Sacred Realm. It is an indirect byproduct of Ganondorf’s acquiring of the Triforce, but not necessarily something he himself does to people on purpose, unlike the brainwashing of Nabooru.

Mr. Ingo is just using the ranch to gain Ganondorf's favor... But Dad... He was kicked out of the ranch by Mr. Ingo... If I disobey Mr. Ingo, he will treat the horses so badly...

This explains a lot of the more callous and greedy behaviour that Ingo shows later on, and why it seems to disappear when he is truly humbled by Link.

Link’s win serves as a reminder of Ingo’s stagnating skill with horses, the very thing that made him feel so deserving of praise and recognition in the first place, in that for everything he now has control of at the ranch, he still cannot control that horse. He has become as much of a bum as Talon ever was, relegating Malon to do all the hard work while Ingo struts around uselessly. He’s even lost his touch with the Horses so much, in his arrogance, that now he has taken up mistreating them and using harsh and abusive methods (according to Malon’s concerns).

The humiliation and shame takes hold, his pride shattering with the loss of Epona-- not only as a valuable asset, but also as the horse he could never truly tame.

The dark feelings he was holding onto are let go of, as he regains a sense of humility, and the corruptive influence upon him dissipates. He even seeks out Talon to bury the hatchet and invite him back to the ranch.

Oh, I have to tell you about Mr. Ingo... He was afraid that the Evil King might find out that Epona had been taken away... It really upset him! But one day, all of a sudden, he went back to being a normal, nice person! Now my dad is coming back...I can't believe it, but peace is returning to this ranch!

But what about his obsession with Ganondorf in particular?

When the coup happened, Ingo watched the King of the Gerudo unwittingly play out a sort of grand parallel to what Ingo felt should happen on the ranch. To Ingo’s perception, I think Ganondorf was representing an ideal version of Ingo himself.

A man of the desert, where hard work and grit are as second nature to survive the harsh conditions. A man frustrated with the King of Hyrule’s shit, and forced to swear fealty to him despite being a King himself. A man resplendent with wealth, with fine and flashy clothes and plentiful jewelry.

And perhaps the most important note of all, the Gerudo in OoT?

They’re horse people.

They love horses. Ganondorf’s horse is reputed to be a purebred Black Gerudo Stallion, which is obviously a specialty breed, that is fully armoured and as flashy as he is. When the Gerudo cut the bridge leading to the valley, the only way in and out is to have a skilled horse jump the gap.

They also have a huge horseback archery range, and prowess in the sport is an incredible source of respect amongst the Gerudo, and many of the guards possess bladed polearms suitable for mounted use. From this, it can be assumed that during the recent civil war, Gerudo weapons, war tack and military tactics were probably built around mounted cavalry archers foremost, with a lesser focus on light and heavy cavalry aside (iron knuckle armour springs to mind).

Anyway, Horses are very important to the Gerudo in the era of Ocarina of Time.

So Ganondorf is also unique in the sense that he is the King of a people who value what it is that Ingo does very highly. He, of all people, stands to immediately recognise the knowledge and skill that Ingo possesses in rearing horses.

So this is a man who successfully stages a coup of Hyrule, who clearly inspires Ingo to do much the same of the ranch, and who Ingo also feels is very likely to take his side should he appeal the matter.

And Ganondorf does.

And if that’s not a great compliment to Ingo’s actual skill, I don’t know what is, because Ganondorf is not a man that suffers fools. He’s got a limited patience when it comes to shit that is beneath his notice. Clearly, he recognises that Ingo is indeed the backbone of that ranch-- and the main reason for the quality of its Horses-- and rewards this accordingly.

And for Ingo, being on decent terms with the big scary goth King is a very, very good place to be. But it’s more than that!

What a guy! Not only did he deliver on Ingo’s long due validation, he gave Ingo everything he’d ever dreamed of having to his name, and the authority to kick Talon to the curb. He gets it! Ganondorf, this great eight foot beacon of freshly sought divine power and topaz-encrusted glory, this absolute unit of a man, this great underdog horse-lover after Ingo’s own heart; he really understands how great Ingo is. Ganondorf is paving the way for people like them! Oh, to rub shoulders wiht such greatness when the rest of Hyrule is scorned.

Ingo feels seen. The Great Ganondorf made all that thankless time spent shovelling horse shit while Talon slept mean something. The Gerudo appreciate Ingo’s talents.

And all Ingo has to do is keep turning out really good horses, and promise to present the King with his finest.

So Ingo knows he’s in deep shit when he gets cocky and loses Epona to a wager, who at this point, he’s prepared pretty well and sunk a lot of money into on the idea that she’s going to Ganondorf.

Who he’s probably bragged to about how fast she is.

He lost her to some jerk in tights who’d barely ridden before, too. And then when Ingo tried to cheat him out of the win, the kid jumped the damned fence an in ass-bustingly cool move that really just drove home how excellent and rare Epona was.

One does not promise the King of the Gerudo a fast horse and then fail to deliver, let alone for such a stupid reason.

Honestly, by the end, the man’s just happy to be alive.

Also I’d like to think he and Talon had a much fairer delegation of work and forgave each other, each really learning to appreciate what they have and what’s really important.

how the fuck did the Kokiri leave the forest for this scene anyway, they don’t even have their faries???

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i dunno if requests are still open but if they are, could i request this? if not, feel free to delete! but in case they are open here's the request: jean, beidou, and ganyu reacting to accidentally hurting their s/o? it could be anything from simple slap in the face while turning around or hurting them with their vision/weapon :]

Accidents

(ouchie -- having them accidentally hurt the reader T.T -- they didn’t mean too!)

Warning -> SFW, accidental injury (Character -> Reader)(face injury (Jean)), (meantions of cuts to face / arms (Ganyu)), (hit by rope (Beidou))

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Beidou, Jean, Ganyu

Beidou

She takes pride in keeping everyone on her crew safe, no matter the danger - on sea or land, she will fight and guard each person in her charge -- you are no exception and in fact, you are probably the one she fights the hardest for. The thought of seeing you hurt doesn’t sit well with her and, if she can control it, she’d never let it happen

How could she have known that she’d be the one to cause you discomfort -- that she’d end up allowing you to get hurt because she let something slip through her fingers … pride was a strong emotion, but guilt could send a pirate to the bottom of the ocean

The weather had made a sudden turn for the worst. Dark clouds rolled overhead as the crew furled the sales to protect them from the downpour that was bound to arrive any second now.

“Captain!” Beidou’s attention shifted to the crow's nest, her scout pointing violently toward a massive cumulus cloud in the distance. She knew it was bound to smash right them if they maintained this heading, so in an effort to avoid it, she ran toward the bow barking orders.

“Tack to starboard! Finnick,” She turned to point at the several crew waiting on the foredeck, “raise the spinnaker, now.” They quickly bustled to their jobs while she found herself at the head of the boat. Her arms crossed as she oversaw the work of her crew; great pride swelling in her chest to see how organized they were even without her voice like a well-oiled machine everyone did their part.

As the creaking boat turned, heading parallel now to the storm, Beidou hoped that it would stay on its heading so the Crux wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of its onslaught. It was now a waiting game, but if she knew anything about the ocean - it would be a win for her today.

Just then, a rope tying one of the many large sails snapped. Its reaction was like a domino effect and soon all hands were rushing to stop a potentially catastrophic outcome. Leaping over the railing, she landed hard onto the deck below, her feet finding solid ground long enough for her to push forward and, before the other crew had a chance to react, she was already climbing the mainmast as if it were a simple tree. It took her no time at all to reach the issue but the strong winds continued to whip around the ropes below her and by the time she managed to capture them - her eyes fell onto your frame.

In terrible slow motion, she watched as you reached for the rope only to have it collide into your chest and knock you back into another crew member. Her heart sank, her arms burned, her determination steadfast as she made quick work of the problem before dropping back down to you.

“Are you alright?” Someone called, their hands reaching to you as if to offer some assistance but Beidou knocked them away. Orders were told, tasks were assigned, and before you could object, she carried you into her quarters.

When the door closed and she sat you on her bed, you could already tell how upset she was. “Beidou -- it was an accident, I didn’t have good footing and …” She uncrossed your arms, you didn’t even realize that you were holding onto your chest. Carefully peeling back your tunic, she noticed the welt that was starting to grow in the area below your collarbone. With a huff, she walked away before returning with a cloth. “You’re being silly, it’s not that ba-AD!” You shouted, the cold material shocking you as it came into contact with your burning injury.

“This could have been much worse. You’re lucky it only bruised the surface.” Sitting next to you, she rested her knee near your lower back, and the warmth of her leg as she moved close to you somehow offset the ice on your chest.

“I’m just upset I didn’t grab it, it was right there and then … ah - that’s sore.” She tested your shoulder, pushing against it with her palm and shaking her head at the notion that you were going to have a painful recovery.

“You are a member of this crew and I have sworn an oath to protect you, but …” Her head dropped and she found it hard to continue. 'How could I let this happen' was written all over her expression.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. You’re an excellent captain.”

“A captain keeps her ship on course, its belly full, and its crew happy. How can I do that when my happiness is your wellbeing?” Her fingers ran over your ear, slipping in between the locks of your hair as if to show you how much she cherished you. Carefully, she leaned toward you, her lips connecting softly onto your shoulder as they trailed a path to your injury and even in the numbness of it you were still able to feel the heat from her love. “If you are ever out of your depth, allow me to be your lifeline.”

“Of course, as long as you trust me to know when I'm there.”

“Within reason.” As the boat rocked on the sea and the sky rumbled far into the distance, you captured the steady heart of the captain.

Jean

Jean would never intentionally harm you, the thought of putting someone innocent in danger makes her sick - as the acting Grandmaster she has a sworn duty to protect everyone around her from those who would do them harm

So when she's the one who caused your injury, she's beside herself with regret

She stood in her office, her back to the door as she let her mind wander on all the things that needed to be done. It was never-ending, and while she was always fulfilled by the products of her work, she often pushed herself so far that her body and mind became clouded.

Today was one of those days. The work, planning, problem-solving was weighing on her. There is never enough time, she thought to herself as she rested her head in her hand and squeezed tighter around her rib cage. She was distracted, so exhausted that her ears felt blocked, her body swayed even though she knew she wasn't moving, and her head throbbed.

"Jean ..." What needed to be done first, she pinched her nose and through harder. "Jean?" She sighed and attempted to stop the voices in her head.

"Jean, hey?" A hand touched her arm and in her daze, she turned suddenly. Her hand was further from her face than she expected and with a solid smack, she hit something.

"Ah!" Your startled voice shook her back to understanding, your expression and hand now covering your face sent her heart in the pit of her stomach.

"Y/N? I'm so sorry ..." She rested her hand on your arm and shakily reached for your face, her fingers tenderly touching the ones that hid you from her pained eyes. "I didn't -- are you badly hurt?"

"Ouch, you got me really good." You explained, scrunching and circling your nose but allowing her to take your hand.

"My mind was elsewhere, I am ... I'm sorry." She ran her hands over your face, the warm feeling of wind slipping from her fingers and soon your expression eased.

"Thanks, It was an accident, don't worry."

"An accident like this should have never occurred, it is unbecoming of me to allow myself to falter." She stepped away from you, afraid that any prolonged contact would make it worse.

"Jean, you're allowed to make mistakes, and look - I'm fine, see." You grinned proudly but she couldn't let it go.

"I need to make amends."

"Mmm, well then, I have an idea."

"What is it?" She looked at you hopeful, her eyes watching you as you stepped closer.

"I'll take a kiss as an apology." You tapped the side of your cheek and presented it to her.

With hesitating hands, she rested her fingers on the other side of your cheek and let her lips touch the skin she hurt, "I will be more observant in the future."

You turned your head, your face so close you could feel her breath, "I don't see how that's possible, but if it means I get to have more of your attention, I'll be okay with that."

You kissed her and wondered if she was able to heal through her lips.

Ganyu

The absolute sweetest soul in all of Teyvat. She cares deeply for all things, works hard to get the job done, and is dedicated in her actions - it's one reason why her contract with Rex Lapis was drafted; she is the epitome of ____

She would never maliciously hurt those around her and often puts herself in harm's way to keep others safe

To her, causing harm to someone she adores, loves, cherishes would be as severe as breaking her contract

The two of you ran through the field, your legs burning as you dashed across the landscape and away from your persistent pursuers.

"Ganyu! Up ahead!" You shouted, pointing to the higher ground and dashing in that direction. She followed, keeping an eye out on the enemies behind. To buy some time, she laid down her tantalizing cryo flower before picking up her pace to reach you.

"From here we can handle them more easily, just be ready." She nodded her head and pulled back her bow, ready to strike.

The fight was far more doable in this arena, each enemy falling one after another as the two of you fought in perfect sync. Charging her shot, she saw the ideal opportunity to hit multiple targets at once, but as soon as her arrow flew so did you.

"Y/N!" She shouted but you were too far away and, as soon as you reached them, prepping your sword for a swing, the arrow exploded hitting everything in its path. You yelled, sliding on the ground only to slam hard into the dusty surface. In an instant, everything that Ganyu was, and wasn't, aiming for fell.

Rushing forward, she reached you and quickly assessed your condition. Her hands hovering, her eyes scanning only to find the damage she had caused. Several small cuts appeared on your face, your arms were equally damaged and the despair that filled her was so great she prostrated herself before you. Her head resting on your hips as she bowed deeply.

"Ga-Ganyu? What are you doing?" You asked, setting your sword to the side as you looked down at her.

"I hurt you, please forgive me." You tried to pull her up but she shook her head and dug in deeper into her display.

"It was an accident, I wasn't looking and that was a good shot. I'm not hurt."

"You are!" She shot up, her eyes looking at the marks that she had created on your skin. "It was my fault that you have -- if-if they leave a scar ... I ..." She shook her head, unable to finish her thought.

"Ganyu ... they won't leave a scar, and even if they did, don't you think I'd look super cool?" You smiled but she hated it.

"It's not acceptable ... if you'd like to d-dismantle our contract, I understa-"

You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing tightly as you spoke. "I don't want that, I'd never want that. I need you, please don't ever think I'd be okay if you weren't at my side." After a moment, she returned the gesture and you felt the pressure of her nose dig into your neck. When she finally pulled away, you let your hands slide down her arms and rest into her delicate hands.

"I'll just have to practice harder." She nodded fiercely as she helped you stand up.

"If you insist." You laughed, thinking to yourself when she would ever find the time to do that.

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