#she picked up a very heavy sword all by herself / but her dad was not so happy when there was broken vases and whatnot on the floor

[myderis]

mydei is a girl dad , no he is he the ultimate girl dad. i can fully imagine him wearing pink tutus and golden tiaras sitting on a small pink chair at the tea table surrounded by the other guests (plushies) as his princess puts make up on him. he has his arms crossed and a little frown on his face but seeing her smile makes it worth it. also he is getting scolded for not drinking more tea and talking with the guests.

[just-jordie-things]

[part sixteen] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 8.8k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part sixteen] : "The True End"

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Today was cloudy.  

(y/n) didn’t like to believe in silly superstitions, especially weather related ones, but she couldn’t deny that the gray skies and chilly breeze unsettled her.

“So they’re my family?”

She didn’t look down at Megumi, didn’t slow her pace, or show any sign of even hearing him at all.  Every question he and his sister had asked in the last ten minutes of their walk had made it to her ears and nestled inside of her paranoid mind, but (y/n) had barely spoken in that time.

In fact, since she’d picked them up and told them exactly where they were going today, she’d barely spoken since.  She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t because of fear, that she was simply trying to find the right truths to tell the children.  But the leather belt under her shirt that was starting to rub her skin raw felt heavy today, even though it only held a single knife, and she was used to carrying two swords.

“Not really.  They’re Dad’s family” Tsumiki corrected her younger brother.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have the blade on her, after all she’d told Satoru that she wouldn’t do anything reckless.  But she wasn’t about to show up at the Zen’in Clan’s compound empty handed and without a means to defend herself.  That would be the reckless thing, right? 

“And they want me to go live with them because of my dogs?”

“It’s ‘cause you’re a sorcerer” Tsumiki corrected again.

Megumi’s brows furrowed in annoyance at his sister, before he looked up at (y/n) again, hoping she would ease his confusion.  He was growing impatient with her silence.

“Well, can’t we just tell them I don’t wanna live with a bunch of strangers?” He asks with a huff.

Finally, (y/n) tilts her head down, bestowing him with her attention.  Admittedly, she only gives in because they’d finally reached the meeting place in town that she’d been taking them to, but she realizes she’s been ignoring him for too long, and it wasn’t fair.

The three of them stopped right there on the sidewalk, standing just outside of a shop that didn’t seem too busy, so they wouldn’t be in the way.  (y/n) crouches before them so she would be at eye level before explaining the plan, again. “I know this is a lot to take in,” She begins.  “And I’m happy to answer all of your questions, if I can, that is.  But I need you both to listen very carefully, okay?” 

Megumi and Tsumiki give rapid nods of their heads.

“Your father is from the Zen’in Clan, do you remember me talking to you about them, Megumi?” 

The boy nods again. “So you remember that they’re a very wealthy family, with a lot of control in the jujutsu society?” 

Another nod.

“They think that you’re theirs,” (y/n) says carefully.  “They’re old fashioned, and think they deserve to keep you all to themselves.  They would pull you out of school, away from Tsumiki, and teach you and raise you themselves.  They know that you’re strong, and that you’ll grow up to be one of the finest sorcerers that this world has ever seen.  But Megumi…” 

She trails off, unsure of how to communicate to him that they weren’t safe.  If this plan failed and the Zen’ins claimed him, she didn’t want him to be afraid.

“I don’t want to go with them” Megumi says before (y/n) could finish, and she gives him a small smile.

“Then you won’t,” She says decidedly, standing up and placing a hand on both of their heads.  “All that matters is what you want, okay?”

“I want to stay with Tsumiki,” Megumi decides, and (y/n) retracts her hands as he shuffles closer to his sister, who beams brightly.  “And you” He adds in a smaller voice.

“Alright,” (y/n) hums with an affirmative nod.  “We’re going to make that happen.  I have a friend who’s agreed to help too” 

“Another sorcerer?” Tsumiki asks.

“He is,” (y/n) says, glancing around the area.  “He should be here soon, actually.  I’d like you both to meet him before we-” 

“Oi!” 

Startled by the holler, (y/n) jumps as she whips her head in the opposite direction, although she shouldn’t be surprised as Satoru comes rushing towards them with a bag in his hands that is undoubtedly sweets.  Speaking of the devil…

Her brows furrow.

If this idiot made a pitstop for snacks before meeting us here…

Megumi’s expression is just as sour as he watches the stranger approach them with a pair of sunglasses and a wide grin on his face.  If this was (y/n’s) friend, and he assumed it was, he already wasn’t a fan.

(y/n) made a motion to the Fushiguro kids, silently telling them to stay put, before she walked towards Satoru with her hands on her hips, ready to scold him.

“You did not go get snacks,” She said in a low voice, just to be sure Megumi and Tsumiki wouldn’t overhear.  “You’re late, you know” 

“I’m not that late,” Satoru waved his hand dismissively.  “Besides, I figured the mood would be a downer,” He peeks over her shoulder at the two children that were watching them like hawks.  

The one, the girl, had wide eyes and a curious look about her face as she glanced between him and (y/n), as though she were mentally trying to fill in the gaps of their relation to one another.  It wasn’t necessarily an eerie look, in fact she wore a sweet smile, but the investigative eyes did have his skin crawl with that feeling of being watched.  The other, the boy, was a whole other story.  His eyes were pointed in a clear glare, unmoving, unblinking, focused solely on Satoru.  There’s a shadow of a much older man on the young child’s features, something dark and mysterious- too mysterious for a kid that (y/n) had told him was only eight years old.  And yet, despite the heavy evil eye, he almost seems unbothered, unimpressed, already irritated. 

This was the brat that had inherited Ten Shadows?

“And I was right.  Sheesh,” Satoru quickly brought his attention back to her.  “What’s wrong with the little one? You feeding him too many vegetables?” 

(y/n) narrowed her eyes as she frowned.

“Well, good thing I brought dessert!” He’s beaming again as he lifts the paper bag in his hand.  “Every kid can be bought with dessert” 

“That’s not…ugh,” (y/n) huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.  “We’re literally trying to stop a kid from being bought today, Satoru,” She mutters.  “And could you just… could you tone it down? You’re gonna freak ‘em out” 

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m great with kids” Satoru said with a smile that told her he’d never been around kids in his life.

“Oh god” She mumbled to herself.

“Watch this” He winked at her before sidestepping and heading towards the Fushiguro kids- who had watched their whole interaction, and were very curious as to who this stranger was.

“I don’t think (y/n) likes him,” Megumi whispered to his sister.  “I don’t like him either” 

“You haven’t even met him,” Tsumiki whispered back quickly before the approaching man could overhear.  “Just try to be nice” She hisses with a small kick to his foot.

Satoru kneels before them both, a grin twisting so far up his lips it took up most of his face.  He glances between them quickly before speaking.

“Hi! I’m Gojo Satoru!” He greets, too loudly, but he doesn’t seem to be embarrassed about it.

(y/n) stands behind him, giving both kids a kind look that said just be friendly.  Megumi’s disinterested face turns into a slight pout, and Tsumiki’s smile is forced and awkward.  Good enough, (y/n) thinks.

“So your Dad… I ki-” 

Before Satoru could finish, (y/n’s) foot is colliding with his ankle, and he’s hissing in pain and making a face up at her like he had no idea what he’d done wrong.

“He knew your Dad, too,” (y/n) speaks for him, stepping in front of him as a silent way to tell him he was done introducing himself.  “Anyways, we should get going now.  You can talk more on the way, if you want” 

“You can ask me anything!” Satoru tells them happily.  “I’m the strongest sorcerer in the world!” 

“Really?” Tsumiki asks with round eyes, and Satoru nods proudly.

Megumi rolls his eyes and scampers over to (y/n’s) other side, so he wouldn’t have to walk next to the weirdo with the white hair.  He didn’t understand why they needed his help, because he seemed too annoying to actually provide them a service, but he kept his thoughts to himself.  (y/n) wouldn’t have brought him along if he wasn’t important somehow, and he didn’t want to make (y/n) feel bad.  And also, the sun wasn’t even out, what were the sunglasses for? To look cool? It wasn’t working.

However, Megumi is an eight year old that doesn’t know how to hold a poker face, so (y/n) was well aware of the boy’s irritation with Satoru.  When he made a point to walk next to her and away from where Satoru and Tsumiki were engaged in a conversation about anime, she gave him a fond smile.

He blinks back at her, before furrowing his brows, not knowing why she was making that face.

“He’ll grow on you” She whispers to him, before giving him a discreet wink.

Megumi frowns, dropping his head to face forward as they walk.  He doesn’t know how that could be true, especially when he’d just watched her interact with him and she seemed as equally frustrated as he was.

“I hope not” He mutters, and (y/n) laughs.

The rest of their trip is mostly light hearted.  Tsumiki has an endless amount of questions, and Megumi warms up in the slightest when Gojo hands out the donuts he’d brought- although he still doesn’t leave (y/n’s) side.

In fact, when they finally reach the Zen’ins’ compound, he becomes glued to her.  As soon as they cross the threshold and stand at the grand double-door gated entrance to their home, Megumi slides closer to (y/n) until he’s almost hugging her leg, although he keeps his hands firmly placed in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“This’ll be easy peasy,” Satoru scoffs, and waves a dismissive hand.  Both kids peek over at him unsurely, not sure what to believe about their fate.  “I’ll go in and talk to ‘em.  You guys can wait out here” 

“I think I should go in, too,” (y/n) says softly, taking a step closer to him so that the kids didn’t have to hear her grave tone.  “They’re going to have questions for me” 

She didn’t feel the need to mention that if things went south and this was some sort of ambush, a cowardly ploy on behalf of the Zen’ins to make her pay for her alleged crimes against them, that she very much was prepared to challenge them.  The sheath resting at the dip of her spine wasn’t concealing a blade without reason.  It may not have been her beloved swords, but it was something that she wasn’t afraid to use.  Promises to play nice and not act recklessly be damned.

“And if they’re decent then I’ll come get you,” Satoru drops his happy-go-lucky facade as he talks under his breath.  “But for now I think you should stay with them,” 

He nods his head down, and (y/n) glances down to see that like a shadow, Megumi had followed her every movement, and was still trapped at her side.  Today, he seemed more like a kid than any other.  Megumi always had a knack for walking and talking like he was older than he was.  Now that the life he’d grown so accustomed to was at stake, he seemed to retreat into himself.  (y/n) gives him a warm smile, before turning her attention back to Satoru.  She looks unsure, undecided on what the right thing to do was.

“It’ll be fine,” He tells her with a nod of his head.

She barely nods back at him, chewing on the inside of her cheek to try and calm her nerves.  If she appeared as nervous as she felt, then she would only make the kids uneasy, and they were already worried sick.  Then again, so was she.

“I’ll try and be quick, alright?” Satoru tells her with as much certainty as he could manage.

“Alright,” She whispers back, and grabs onto his hand before she speaks again.  She’s standing close enough that the sunglasses don’t hide his eyes as well, and she can see his seriousness behind them. “Thank you, Satoru” 

His hand squeezes hers, his hold lingering a few moments longer than it should have, before he lets her go, and heads towards the house.

(y/n) bites too hard on her cheek, the awfully familiar metallic taste of blood pooling at her tongue.  She winces as she watches Satoru enter the house, the doors shutting behind him.

Tsumiki and Megumi don’t say a word, but when their eyes meet they don’t have to speak to know they’ve both witnessed the same interaction that was much different than the one they’d seen before.

The blood in her mouth feels like poison as she looks down at them, and can see how hard they’re both trying to be brave.  They’re holding back their tears, and their faces hold a hard expression.  Still, if she watches for long enough, she can see the way the corner of Megumi’s mouth quivers with emotion.

All three of them stood frozen for a few minutes, their breaths baited, and any kind of words to be spoken between them were stuck in their throat, or lost.  No one knew the right thing to say or do.  There was no right thing to say or do.  All they could do was wait.

The touch of small, cold fingers against (y/n’s) hand makes her shoot her eyes downwards, just as Megumi slips his hand against her palm.  He gives her a small smile, and she hopes her eyes won’t start watering as she smiles back.

That’s when she feels a similar sensation on her other side, where she finds Tsumiki also holding her hand, squeezing it gently.

(y/n) holds both of their hands securely, communicating everything she couldn’t say in words to them at that moment.  This is why Satoru had her stay behind, now she understood.  They needed her, and this very well could be their last moments spent together. ___

It feels like hours when the doors finally open again, even though it’s barely been forty five minutes.

(y/n) feels every muscle in her body tense and go rigid as she waits for a figure to appear, her eyes unblinking as she tracks any kind of movement that could come from the inside of the house.

Her heart leaps into her throat, pounding so hard and choking her with her own breath, she thinks she might vomit, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the door.

Before she could try to be optimistic, she assumed the worst.  That their plan failed.  That despite his god-like stature within the jujutsu society, Gojo Satoru wasn’t enough to convince the Zen’ins to drop their pursuit of Fushiguro Megumi.  Perhaps they were offended that he’d even approached them.  Perhaps it was still a silly pissing contest of respect they were after, and it was never even about the kid or his manifestation of Ten Shadows.

Her hand slid around her hip before landing on the ridge under her shirt where her weapon sat, waiting.  She didn’t make a move to unsheath it, but she kept her fingers firmly pressed against it, in the case that her last resort has now become Plan A, and she’d have to make a snap decision to brandish it.

Just as she’s ready to draw up a plan of attack, Satoru steps into view, and her breath finally escapes her in a shaky sigh.  She doesn’t know yet if she should feel relieved, or if the weight on her shoulders would only grow heavier.

Behind Satoru follows another figure, one who (y/n) had only seen once before, but didn’t need a re-introduction to remember who he was.  That mustache was unmistakable.

She looks down to the Fushiguro kids, grabbing their hands again and squeezing them gently.

“I don’t want to go” Megumi whispers out, fast, like he’s afraid of even admitting it.  His eyes are wide and filling with tears faster by the second, and his small hand grips hers so tightly that he’s trembling.

He knows he’s not strong enough to keep her put, and he knows that she’s about to leave him. “You’re not going anywhere,” (y/n) whispers back, “I won’t let that happen,” 

Her words are certain, too certain for not knowing what would come next, but she grants them one last lie to appease their troubled minds.  

“Stay right here” 

She gives them both a look to make sure they could see she was gravely serious.  Then she lets them go, and moves with a quick step towards Satoru and the head of the Zen’in Clan.

Megumi takes a step as though to follow right behind her, but Tsumiki grabs his hand to stop him.  When he looks at her, she shakes her head in a small motion, and moves her hand to grab onto his.

It wasn’t like Megumi to hold hands so much, but he squeezed his sister’s palm as he followed her silent command and stayed by her side.

His free hand raises to his chest, resting over the bump under his tee shirt.  Small fingers wrap around the pendant of the cursed tool (y/n) had given him, clutching onto it just tightly enough that it wouldn’t burst.  If he focused enough, he could almost feel it buzzing softly in his palm, warm vibrations bursting through the rock and into his skin.  Was this cursed energy?

As she walks, (y/n) can feel every movement of her concealed harness against her skin.  Every step she took it would ride up her waist, and then slide back down to her hip.  It was a small movement, but the leather on her skin seemed to irritate her more the closer she grew.  Irritation quickly grew into rage, and a desire of bloodlust once Zen’in Naobito was in closer view.  That stupid mustache had her aching to draw her weapon. 

But she’d made a promise that she wouldn’t draw first blood, and she’d grown tired of the liar she’d become in the past few months.

“So you’re the (y/l/n) (y/n) that I’ve had to hear so much about…” 

Naobito’s voice piqued with interest, but his dull eyes held nothing but disdain as he looked at her. (y/n) remained silent, her eyes fleeting to Satoru for a brief moment before falling on the head of the Zen’in Clan again.  She tried to keep her expression neutral, but she knew that like him, she couldn’t keep her emotions out of her eyes.

“You sure like to stir up a lot of trouble, don’t you? And over nothing but a kid… it’s almost pitiful, Miss (y/l/n)” Naobito continues.  He arches a brow at her, as though giving her permission to speak.  

Or perhaps he was instigating, hoping to make her slip up so that his retaliation was unquestionably justified.  (y/n) makes a mental note of this, and keeps her hands firmly at her sides so there could be no confusion in her stance.  She was here respectfully, and had no malicious intention.

She can’t help the way her lip curls into a snarl, but she keeps her voice steady.  Almost eerily so.

“I found the kids that Sorcerer Killer Fushiguro Toji abandoned,” She states, reminding him of the title one of their own had notoriously earned.  

This seems to make Naobito tick, as his eyes narrow in the slightest.  Beside him, Satoru smirks.  She takes this as a sign that she hadn’t crossed a boundary that she couldn’t still come back from.

“Kids, by the way,” She repeated herself.  “He had two.  Not just one” 

Naobito hums in response.  He turns to give Satoru a look, as though unamused by her behavior.  Satoru’s smirk widens into a small grin as he looks down at him. “I told you, geezer, tch,” Satoru shrugs a shoulder as he tucks his hands into his pockets.  Being the strongest, there was no boundary he couldn’t cross, so he disrespected Naobito with casual ease.  He was practically invincible.  “You’re the one that wanted to talk to her” 

(y/n) watched their brief interaction with careful eyes, wishing she’d been in on the loop of what happened inside.  It was starting to drive her mad, not knowing, but she kept up her relaxed, uncaring exterior.

“Yes, well, I suppose I had my curiosities…” Naobito muttered as he turned back to (y/n).  He chuckles with amusement before he speaks again.  “But, did you really think you could come to my home with a blade that small and overpower me?” 

How did he..? (y/n’s) eyes widen, and she tries to read his body language to figure out if he was planning to strike.  His mustache twitches as he smirks, and she realizes he was just trying to show off a little power.

Typical.

“You’re lucky she didn’t bring more, old man,” Satoru scoffs, his hand clapping onto the older man’s shoulder as he bends his knees to enter his personal space, in order to grin right in his face.  “You’re welcome, by the way,” He says.

It’s the first time Naobito’s exterior cracks, his eyes widening as the Six Eyes user stays far too close for his liking, but when it comes to Gojo Satoru, he’s stripped of all power.  He’s defenseless, vulnerable.  (y/n) revels in the sight of such an egotistical man, so proud of what little power he had, being put in his place and shown what real power looked like.  And Satoru had no problem showing off a little.  It didn’t take much to remind a man like Zen’in Naobito who had the upper hand.

“Because I almost let her kill you,” Satoru speaks through his grin, but his voice is low and threatening.  He lingers there for a moment longer before leaning back and letting out a bark of a laugh.  “But no worries!” He cheers, his phony happy charade back on.  “I figured you weren’t worth all the trouble.  And it turns out ya aren’t, are ya, Zen’in?” 

(y/n’s) eyes blink wide at the first hint of how their conversation had gone.  Was Satoru successful? Heat coursed through her body as her heart began pumping faster with impatience.  Was it resolved? Were the Fushiguro kids safe?

Naobito scoffs, crossing his arms and turning his head away from Satoru.  This action had (y/n’s) optimism skyrocketing, and her hope overcame her.

“So you’ll leave us alone?” (y/n) asks, her eyes practically on fire as she stares down the head of the clan.  “You’ll leave them alone?” 

Naobito scowls back at her without a word.

“He sure will,” Satoru grins, walking away from the man and towards her now.

Her expression was frozen with surprise, but her heart was doing somersaults of joy in her chest.

“All these old geezers can just be bought,” Satoru smirks, before turning towards Naobito again.  “Ain’t that right, old man?” 

Naobito makes a noise of irritation before waving a dismissive hand, and completely turning around.  (y/n) almost laughs.  Some power he had, and now here he was, reduced to acting like a child that didn’t get his way.

“You got what you want, Gojo,” He spits out Satoru’s family name with more poison than anyone else would dare.  “Now get off my property before I change my mind” 

(y/n) blinks, her jaw dropping open as she stared at the Zen’in in shock, but Satoru’s slinging an arm around her shoulder and nearly making her trip over her feet as he pulls her back to where Megumi and Tsumiki are waiting.

“So- so they’re-” She stutters, her wide eyes staring up at him, awaiting his explanation on everything that transpired.

“We can talk about all the specifics later,” Satoru says with a small smile.  “It’s all settled.  The kids will be left alone” 

Slowly, as if the words needed to process one by one in her mind, a smile began to creep across her lips.

“Really?” (y/n) gasped.

Satoru looked down at her, and despite the negotiation he’d worked out in his favor just minutes ago, he finally felt relief wash over him as he looked at her.

She was so happy, her smile was all teeth, her eyes were gleaming with joy, and he doesn’t even care about what this means for them or their future as sorcerers because she looks like that and she’s looking at him.

“Really” He murmurs back in quiet affirmation.

She just about launches herself into his arms, but just as she’s about to throw caution to the wind, two small figures are running towards her, closing the distance between them quickly.  Too impatient to wait, they begin to holler.

“Well!?” Megumi’s eyes are wide as he pulls his sister along with him.

“Does he have to go!?” Tsumiki yells over him.

(y/n) glances back to Satoru, about to apologize for being interrupted, but he drops his arm from around her shoulder and nods his head towards the pair of brats who are still yelling their questions and concerns.  She gives him a small smile, before turning away and running towards them both.

This makes both Megumi and Tsumiki stop in their tracks, their eyes blowing wide as they freeze up like deer in headlights.  They don’t have a chance to brace themselves before (y/n’s) sliding onto the ground, the grass inevitably staining the pants of her uniform as she does so, but she doesn’t care.

Her arms are thrown around both of them, and they’re quick to return the gesture, hugging her, and each other, in an embrace that was tighter than they’ve ever experienced before.  

(y/n) doesn’t give them the news they’d been waiting for, but she doesn’t have to.  Not with words, anyways.

She’s laughing, boisterously so, her whole body vibrating with her joy.  And soon, without reason beyond her own happiness seeping into them, Megumi and Tsumiki are laughing too.

Small hands clutch tightly at her arms and on the back of her shirt as all three of them giggle together, and maybe a few tears fall from their eyes as they do, but no one cares.

Everything was okay.

They were all safe.

When they part from one another, they remain seated on the ground for a few minutes longer.  (y/n) doesn’t mind her own tears of joy falling down her cheeks as she reaches out to wipe their tears away.

Satoru watches as both kids smile wider at her than he’s ever seen in his life.  He didn’t even think the boy was capable of smiling, but here he was, smiling and crying over this girl.  He stands back a ways, enough to give them their moment of celebration, but he can see clearly that they’re equally relieved to not be taken from one another.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” (y/n) coos as she continues to wipe away their tears.  “It’s alright, everything’s alright, no one is going anywhere” 

She’s stammering out her words a bit, and Satoru almost chuckles at how her delight overcomes her.  It looks good on her, her happiness.

“You’re crying” Tsumiki says, mirroring (y/n’s) action and bringing her small hands to her face, hastily clearing away the wetness.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you shitheads made me cry,” (y/n) teases, but the mirth in her eyes tells them that she doesn’t regret a thing.  Megumi and Tsumiki laugh, easily humored by her foul language.  “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here, yeah?” 

They nod back at her excitedly, and when she gets up, they stand at either side of her so they can both hold her hand.

(y/n) looks back at Satoru, her eyes still misty but her smile rivaling the sun’s brightness.  He smiles back at her as he walks over to join them again.

“This means we get to go home, right?” Megumi asks hopefully.

Satoru sucks in a sharp breath before his lips curl into a small smirk.  All three looked at him, puzzled at what the hesitation was.

“Well, about that…” ___

(y/n) stares up at the building that Satoru had brought them to, her eyes wide and her mouth dropped open.  She’d been frozen like that for a minute now, while Satoru grins madly, and the Fushiguro kids wait for further explanation about where they are right now.

“When the fuck did you-” 

“Woah! Language!” Satoru scolds her.  “And you know me.  I pull strings” 

“What is this?” Megumi asked, waiting for (y/n’s) response, but she was still gaping at the building.

“Come on,” Satoru nods for the group to follow him inside.  “I’ll show you!” 

The lobby is nice without being so fancy it was overwhelming and awkward.  It’s clean with sharp black tiling, and a few pieces of furniture for lounging against the wall.  The clerk at the desk welcomed Satoru by name, and (y/n’s) shocked expression followed the whole interaction.

The Fushiguro kids followed close by her side as they gathered in an elevator. Satoru pushed the number four, and the doors slid shut.  He takes a moment to give (y/n) a shit eating grin.  She only furrowed her brows and tilted her head at him, at a loss for words.

Did he really..? 

With a soft ding The elevator doors slid back open, and Satoru beckoned them to follow as he led them down a hallway, pausing shortly.

“Here we are,” He dug through his pocket, before displaying a key to them.  His grin only worsened as he unlocked the door and gestured for everyone to enter.

Megumi and Tsumiki looked up at (y/n), as though awaiting her permission.  She chuckled and nodded her head for them to go on in.  That was all the more they needed before they were racing inside, gasping and aweing at the perfectly clean and new apartment.  In seconds they were out of sight, exploring the new space.

“After you” Satoru said to (y/n), who was still stuck in the doorway.  She looked over to him, her lips parted and her eyes round as it was confirmed before her.

“When did you..?” The rest of her question fails her, and she shakes her head at him in an attempt to communicate her total state of confusion.

They’d stayed up through most of the night together, planning for their meeting with the Zen’ins.  There couldn’t have possibly been time for Satoru to go through the trouble of renting an apartment.  On such short notice? With the hassle of paperwork and a down payment and everything? The process would normally take days, maybe even weeks, but somehow, overnight, he’d managed to secure an empty apartment that was closer to Jujutsu Tech than the Fushiguro house? (y/n) wouldn’t believe it if she wasn’t standing in front of it right now.

“Don’t you want to go inside?” Satoru asked, drawing her out of her thoughts.

She couldn’t even find it in herself to answer before she was nodding her head at him, and stepping inside.

Her eyes trace every inch of the living room, the first room you walk into when you enter.  The first thing she notices is that it’s a large apartment, and the second thing is that the living room is filled with all new furniture.  A wrap-around couch, a recliner, a woven rug with a coffee table on top of it to smooth out it’s roll.  It all looked brand new and expensive.  No doubt Satoru’s touch.

Her eyes blink rapidly as she takes it all in, before turning back to Satoru who was waiting at the closed door, enjoying himself while watching her react to it all.

“I- I don’t even know what to say-” 

“It’s awesome!” A delighted squeal rings out, followed by racing footsteps, and out of a hallway comes Tsumiki, who runs straight through the living room and into the kitchen.

“Is this our new house!?” Megumi comes running after her, and (y/n) realizes quickly that they’re playing tag.

“It is!” Satoru chirps, only furthering the noisy children’s antics as they sprint back down the hallway they’d just come from.

“Careful!” (y/n) hollers after them, almost as a second thought, as she was preoccupied by processing all of this.

Once the kids were distracted by their game again, she went right back to Satoru, staring at him incredulously, still not believing he’d done all of this.  Before she can spew out all of her questions, he begins answering them.

“It has four bedrooms,” He says, as if that was going to be her first line of questioning.  “It’s way closer to campus.  It's in a safer neighborhood and still in their school district.  We can worry about moving their things tomorrow” He continued.  “Rent is paid for the next…” He pretends to think about it, running a hand through his hair.  “Ten? Twelve years? I can’t remember exactly” 

(y/n) blinks owlishly, and Satoru almost doesn’t notice the way she’s staring at him as he continues on with his introduction of the place.

“Got it set up with the landlord last night after you fell asleep on the floor,” He chuckles at the image from the night before.  “And I was actually late today because I wanted to pick up the keys” 

He stops when his eyes fall back to hers, unsure of what to make of her expression.  She wore little to no emotion, besides her wide eyes and parted lips.  When he stopped speaking, she found her voice.

“Why did you do all of this?” 

It comes out in a whisper, but he’s close enough to her that he hears just fine.

“Why? Well we’re graduating soon, you’ll need somewhere to stay with them, and it cannot be in that terrible neighborhood.  No wonder you were gone all the time that place was-” 

This time he cuts himself off as she steps closer to him, almost toe to toe.  She’s so close that she has to tilt her head back to look up at him properly, and for once Satoru freezes up.

“I didn’t get to say it earlier but I guess you’re even more deserving now,” She says with a bashful smile.  “But… thank you” 

He nods back at her, the motion shaky as his eyes don’t leave hers.  Even hidden behind his sunglasses they’re blown wide from how close she is.

“Yeah- yeah of course,” He replies.  “One condition though?” 

She hums curiously in response, her eyes flickering over his features.

“No more secrets, alright?” He asks, and she laughs quietly, nodding her head in agreement.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Gojo Satoru” She says, reaching her hand out to shake on it.

Satoru scoffs, grabbing her hand and pulling her into him, wrapping his arms around her waist with ease.  She’d fight him off playfully normally, but today she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him back just as enthusiastically.

Just when she thinks she should step away, she holds on a little tighter.  Maybe it’s the smell of warm sugar and pine infecting her senses, or maybe it was the peculiar feeling of her heart skipping a beat, but she held onto him just a little longer than she should have.  She thinks she’s needed this for a while, a long while, even.

He doesn’t seem to mind anyways, as he ducks his head down to the crook of her neck and doesn’t loosen his hold on her in the slightest.

“I didn’t deserve this,” She mumbles against the collar of his shirt, closing her eyes as she tries to hold on to the last few seconds of this moment.  “You should be upset with me, but… you fixed all of it, for me” 

Reluctantly, Satoru pulls away, giving her a signature smile before chuckling.

“Well, ‘course I did, sweetheart” He says through his laugh.

(y/n) doesn’t say anything, but as she looks at him, she hopes he tells her more.  Or at least tell her why he’d do all of this, because he hadn’t owed her a thing, and here he was practically giving her the world.  Her eyes flicker between his, trying to find some sort of explanation, even hidden behind his shades.

“Satoru…” 

She doesn’t get the chance to finish her thought, as two pairs of feet are running towards her again.

Despite the racket they’d been making all this time, she’d almost tuned it out, she realized as she turned to see Megumi and Tsumiki giggling as they made grabby hands at her.

“(y/n)! Come on! We picked out our rooms!” Tsumiki says, grabbing her wrist and forcefully yanking her away from Satoru.

A strangled laugh escapes her as she stumbles over her feet to follow behind her, but she still manages to cast a glance back towards Satoru, who was amused by the sight and waved her off to go spend time with them. ___

After a few hours of detailed guided tours and playing, Megumi and Tsumiki had finally settled down in the new bed that was in the room Megumi claimed for himself.  Tsumiki had a new bed in her new room too, but the siblings had decided to have a sleepover, so they were gathered up under fresh covers together while (y/n) bid them goodnight.

“Can we stay here forever?” Tsumiki asked softly, pulling her fluffy purple blanket to her chin.

Perched on the side of the bed as she tucked them in, (y/n) smiled and nodded.

“As long as you wish,” She hums.  “You can paint your rooms whatever color you want, and we’ll get your things tomorrow” She tells them.

“And you’re staying here too?” Megumi asks, pulling his own blanket up to his nose to hide his warm face.  (y/n) laughed and nodded again.

“I sure am, so you’re gonna have to be on your best behavior all the time,” She teases, poking his nose before pulling his blanket away from his face.  “I’m your legal guardian now, which means I can punish you” She sing-songs playfully as she tickles him, much to his dismay.  “But tonight I need to go back to my school.  I’ll put up a curtain of protection like I always do, and soon I’ll be staying here every night” 

“And Gojo will be staying too?” Tsumiki asks.

(y/n) makes a funny face as she chuckles at that, her lips pulled into an awkward half-smile while her brows furrowed.

“Uh- I don’t know about that,” She chuckles.  “What makes you think that?” 

“There’s an extra room” 

“The other room” 

Megumi and Tsumiki speak over each other, and (y/n) blinks in surprise, since both of them assumed the same.

“I don’t think so,” She chuckles, shaking her head.  “It’s just an extra room” She tries to dismiss it, but neither of them look convinced.

“You guys were standing really close earlier” Megumi mutters, and before (y/n) could be shocked by his observation, Tsumiki is voicing her own opinion.

“He’s very handsome! And he stares at you a lot!” 

(y/n’s) jaw is on the floor as she looks between the two children that were far too observant for their age.  Since when were they so nosey? 

Well, she could recall a few times now that they’d accused her of having a boyfriend, but this was on another level!

“You’re seeing things that aren’t there,” She says, trying to laugh it off, but her face is hot suddenly and she can’t think of a better excuse to give them.  “Time for bed” 

“So you’re not going to get married and be our parents?” Megumi asks before letting out a big yawn.

“Time for bed” (y/n) repeats, firmly tucking the blanket around his shoulders.

Tsumiki is giggling and Megumi is pouting when she finally leaves them be, flicking off their lights and shutting the door behind her.  Once it’s clicked shut, she leans against it and lets out a deep sigh.

“They’ve got active imaginations” 

Yelping in surprise, her first instinct is to smack Satoru on his arm, and he’s lucky it wasn’t his face.  He seems unbothered by this reaction.  In fact, he laughs.

“When are you going to stop sneaking up on me?” She hisses, not wanting to draw the Fushiguro kids’ attention to the hallway.

Satoru follows her as she hastily makes her way to the living room.  It’s late enough now that the sun no longer brightens the room, leaving it dimly lit by the light in the hallway.

“You know, if you did ask me to move in, I’d say yes” Satoru’s the first to speak, and (y/n) is spun around by her heel as soon as he does.

His tone is genuine, but he’s still grinning like he’s trying to tease her, so she’s not sure what to make of the comment.  Of course, he technically owned the place, so it wouldn’t feel right to argue that he couldn't stay, but then there was the matter of what the kids would think and-

Oh, that cheeky bastard.

“Eavesdropping again?” (y/n) crosses her arms as she tilts her head at him, and Satoru only purses his lips, not even bothering to defend himself.  “And here I thought you learned your lesson”

“Me?” He laughs loudly, enough that she makes a face before throwing her arm in a gesture to the hallway.

“It’s late, could you keep it down?” She scolds him again.

“You’re a strict mom, sheesh,” Satoru mutters, and she rolls her eyes at him, but she can’t hide the small smile of pride that creeps up on her lips.  “So, you like it all, then?” 

Her smile softens as she nods her head back at him.

“It’s wonderful,” She tells him honestly.  “I think they’re going to be very happy here” 

“Good, good…”

He almost looks awkward, standing before her in the dark room.  He’s fiddling with his sunglasses in his hands, the wisps of his hair tickling his eyelashes, and he’s nervous to look at her for too long, but he does anyway.

“And you?” He asks.  

The question hangs in the air between them for a moment, as (y/n) assumes it’s obvious that she’s elated with how everything turned out, with how he seemed to snap his fingers and fix it all overnight.  He must know that she owes him a debt which she’ll never be able to repay, right? He must know exactly how she feels, because she hasn’t done a thing to conceal it.

But he’s waiting for an answer, she can see it in the way he stops playing with the frames of his sunglasses, how his eyes are focused on her and he doesn’t say a thing until she responds.

Something about the way he seems to nervously await her response makes her soften for him.  For the first time in a long time it’s as though her whole body completely relaxes, like she’s able to turn on autopilot again, and let her guard down properly.  Her heart beats a little irregularly which is strange but the way it makes her cheeks buzz with the tingling warmth of a blush feels good.  

With quick, quiet steps on the tips of her toes she crosses the room to where he’s standing.  She’s close enough to him now that the lighting behind him catches on her eyes, seemingly making them glimmer with her fondness.

She stays on the tips of her toes as she leans into him, filling his senses with the sweet smell of her shampoo and something else that he couldn’t name, but was completely unique to her.  Just as he’s getting lost in the scent, her lips are planted on his cheek, soft, and much too fleeting.

There’s a shy smile and a flush of color on her face when she drops back to the pads of her feet.

“Honestly, I think this is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time,” She admits quietly, and Satoru has to put effort into focusing on her while she speaks, because his head is in the clouds and he thinks he might float off into them.  “I mean… with everything that’s happened these last few months I just… leaving it all behind as long as they were safe didn’t seem so bad.  I’d lost enough friends and I…” Her fingers catch on one another as she nervously fiddles.  “It doesn’t matter now.  But, I hope you know how much this all means to me.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pay you back” 

His face is still stunned from the feeling of her lips on his cheek, but he manages the smallest of smiles at her honesty.

“I don’t need you to pay me back,” He says with a shake of his head.  “I just…” 

He loses his train of thought as he stares at her, which was an effect she’d always had on him, although tonight it seemed far more potent.  Perhaps it was the low orange lighting, softening her pretty features.  Or it was how she’d so blatantly kissed him and didn’t think it was out of character to do so.  These were probably both true, but he could probably admit now that the shortness of his breath and the swell of his heart were caused by a distinct, paralyzing feeling that he’d always held for her, and only seemed to grow stronger.

In a small movement of curiosity, her head tilts to the side, awaiting the rest of his thought.  Admittedly, his staring was starting to make her feel self conscious, but she doesn’t shy away.  Instead she keeps her patience and wonders what it is that’s stuck on his tongue.

Satoru’s eyes flicker between hers in a moment of indecisiveness.  He knew what he wanted to tell her, because it had been on his mind for months now, maybe even years, and now here she was, standing there, looking like that, and giving him her full attention.

Gojo Satoru chokes.

“I just want you to be happy” 

He finally speaks, and (y/n) noticeably brightens before him.  Her wide smile makes the corners of her eyes crinkle, and a breathless laugh escapes her lungs.

They linger for a quiet moment, and despite the silence, they’re perfectly comfortable. ___

After locking up and drawing a curtain, Satoru takes her hand and warps them both back to Jujutsu Tech.  Together, they sit down with Shoko and explain everything.  She’s understandably upset for not being told sooner, but more than anything was happy to know that (y/n) was safe now, and the hiding and lying was over.  The three sit on the floor of the common room, Satoru and (y/n) answering all of Shoko’s questions while the girls share a cigarette, and even though it was so late that it was almost morning, none of them grew tired the later their night stretches.

They were too wrapped up in their moment they finally deserved.  With friendly but teasing banter, jokes, laughter, reminiscing, and of course a smoke or two.  It was just like it used to be, domestic, relaxed.  They hadn’t realized this feeling had gradually disappeared from their lives until this moment, hadn’t known they’d been longing for it to return like this.

When Shoko declares she has to go to bed for at least an hour of sleep before a shift at the morgue, (y/n) stands to hug her goodnight, and they stay wrapped in each other’s embrace for some time.

“If you ever lie to me again, I’ll kill you” Shoko mumbles, before pressing her face into the crook between (y/n’s) neck and shoulder.

In return, (y/n) squeezes her even tighter.

With Shoko’s retreat to bed, (y/n) claims that she too needed to get some sleep, and Satoru makes a half-assed joke about how she clearly needs it.  The pair walk together back to their dorms, growing more comfortable in their silence the more they find themselves in it.  Their steps are slow, and only seem to drag slower the closer they get, but neither of them comment on it.

Instead, when they finally do reach (y/n’s) dorm, just as the sun starts to peek over the horizon and sneak through the windows of the corridor, they still linger in front of her door.

Even after the hours of talking, of going over everything and catching up with one another, there still seemed to be so much unsaid.  Still, with the opportunity presented to her, (y/n) remained silent, her hands latched together behind her back as she hoped that Satoru would say it first.

“Try to catch up on some sleep,” He is the first to speak, but it does nothing to ease the growing weight of an indescribable tension in her chest.  “We can go tomorrow afternoon to move whatever Tsumiki and Megumi want into the apartment” 

“You don’t have to help with that,” She tells him with a shrug.  “It won’t be much, and I don’t mind.  Not like it’s your responsibility” 

He laughs, his smile stretching across his face as he does.

“You don’t get it at all, do you?” 

The question is cryptic, but (y/n) bites back a smile as she reads right through the lines.  She tilts her chin up challengingly as her hidden smile begins to tug at the corners of her lips.  It was rare that she felt like she was one step ahead of him, and she just had to enjoy this opportunity for as long as she could. 

“What don’t I get?” She asks, feigning confusion as she stares up at him.

Satoru’s eyes flicker between hers a few times, trying to get a proper read on her, but it’s hard when she’s smiling at him like that, with her undivided attention.

“Have dinner with me tomorrow,” He says, and for a moment, her playful little smile falters, replaced with surprise at the sudden request.  “Once we’re done with all the moving stuff” 

She blinks at him, a ghost of a smile still on her lips.

“I mean, I was probably going to make dinner for-” 

“We’ll get them McDonalds” Satoru shrugs.

(y/n) raises a brow at his quick response, and her heart leaps in her chest at his sudden change in attitude.  Was he asking her out? She wasn’t sure if he really was or if he was just being a flirt and this was just like all the other times they’d spent time together one on one.

“Well…” She licks her lips before speaking slowly.  “Why wouldn’t we just get McDonalds with them?” 

She crosses her arms loosely, an attempt to keep her hands occupied so she doesn’t start nervously fidgeting, but it’s also a defense mechanism.

“I’m not taking you to McDonalds,” Satoru shakes his head, his expression unwavering in its seriousness.  “I’m taking you somewhere better than that” 

“Better?” (y/n) muses curiously.

“Yeah,” He shrugs one of his shoulders.  “Somewhere nice” He says decidedly.

“Nice?” 

The corner of her lip betrays her as it begins to curl into a smile, and he notices how she tries to fight it.  His confidence skyrockets as he grins, and nods his head back at her.

“Yep,” He answers, popping his lips dramatically.  “So it’s a date” 

(y/n’s) relaxed facade crumbles in an instant, her eyes rounding and her jaw dropping before she could pull herself together and keep up with the smooth act.

“A date?” 

“Are you going to keep copying me?” Satoru chuckles, but he drops the subject too quickly for her liking.  “It’ll be fun.  We both deserve to have some fun, right?” He asks her, and she can only manage to awkwardly nod her head from side to side in agreement.  “Great.  I’ll see you tomorrow then” 

“Okay” Is all the more (y/n’s) able to come up with, and Satoru smiles to himself, proud of his own work.

“Goodnight sweetheart” He gives a small wave as he spins on his heel to head to his own dorm.

“Goodnight” She calls to him.

Although the sun’s rays are peeking through her curtains, when (y/n’s) head hits her pillow, she drifts right off into a peaceful sleep.  It’s the best night of sleep she’s had in a long while.  Her dreams are filled with peaceful, colorful images.  She wakes feeling well rested, and ready for whatever her coming days will have in store for her.  

Soon she would graduate, along with her two best friends, and the world would be all theirs to navigate and experience.  She wasn’t sure how difficult it would be to raise Tsumiki and Megumi full time, but she was eager to learn.  Similarly, she wasn’t sure where this odd, warm feeling with Satoru would take her, but she was equally curious to explore it.

Despite all the heartache that this year had brought her, she felt content with where she was now.  Her view on what was to come is optimistic.  Her heart is full.  And the people she loved were safe. 

___

fin.

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xoxo ~ jordie

[leorawright]

back for one more request.. :>

soldier76, cassidy, mercy, ana, reinhardt, genji and hanzo with an orphaned child!reader who's part painted dog?

they have all the mannerisms and physical abilities of a painted dog (being very smart, social, playful with some heavy sarcasm and for physical they're able to run fast for a very long time and catch basically anybody) as well as the hair pattern of the painted dog, with the ears and tail? and the reader sees the character as a parent figure? tysm.... hope this makes sense

-jellyfish anon🎐

Hummm I'll do my best!

Overwatch with child reader who's a painted dog hybrid

Soldier 76

He's such a protective dad towards you

If anyone says you look strange or weird he'll verbally berate them until they apologize

He's not as energetic as you are, but he tries to spend time and play with you

Also, if you want to become an Overwatch agent, he's happy to start teaching you

Cassidy

You are designated as his child congratulations

Your boundless energy fits Cole really well and he adores how social you are

He's like that one fun dad that everyone loves that's how he acts around you

If anyone dares to mention how you look in a negative way, Cassidy bouta fight someone

Mercy

She thinks you look very cool and gives her patented disapproving face to anyone who says anything negative about the way you look

She very much approves of how active you are and chuckles to herself if anyone challenges you to a race cause she knows you'll win

Ana

She acts a bit stern but she does support you

She's really good at advice, so if you're ever feeling down, she'll pick you back up

Seeing how smart you are, she makes sure to support you in that aspect

If anyone mentions your appearance negatively, you and Ana use your sarcasm powers in retaliation

Reinhardt

He's a bit of a golden retriever himself if we're being honest

He'll carry you around on his shoulders since he's so tall

Anyone would believe you two were father and kid with how similar you two are

You are his legally adopted child, so if anyone negatively mentions that you look different, Rein will not hesitate to take them down a peg

Genji

He's in no way prepared to be a dad, but dang it, he's gonna try

He's super supportive of you, and no one can talk bad at you because Genji's got a sword that he's not afraid to use

You remind him of his younger self so he definitely spoils you all the time

He nearly gave Hanzo a heart attack when he announced he had a child a.k.a you

Hanzo

He's very hesitant to become a dad because he doesn't want to ruin it but for you he'll try

He can be a bit too protective over youbut he's trying to give you the freedom you need

He's very good at silently intimidating anyone who says anything bad about you or the way you look

[holybananaoafshoe]

✨️Team Dynamics ✨️

Tired Cryo Dads 7/8

The fighting dynamic:

They’re all DPS material so it’s chaotic

I like to think Klee and Freminet let’s Kaeya and Wrio do the heavy lifting while they provide cover fire/defense

Unless Klee, the beautiful chaos child, stumbles on a hilichurl nest--then she nukes the place and tearfully turns herself into Wrio, who tells her it’s okay to use her bombs on bad guys (and ignores the scene of utter destruction behind the child)

If Wrio and/or Kaeya get in trouble, which doesn’t happen too often, Freminet is the one to block the heavy blows directed to the two adults and Klee will one shot it with a bomb

Wrio is very impressed and very intimidated

They aren’t life-threatening wounds by any means, but being caught off guard is dangerous. They’re lucky Klee and Freminet were with them

Kaeya is getting messily bandaged up by Klee, who’s pulling out medical supplies from her backpack with tears in her eyes because she’s never seen Kaeya get hurt before (or at least he doesn’t get too injured when she’s with him)

“Don’t worry, Klee, it’s just a *winces* small cut, I’ll be fine! Wrio and I had the whole situation under control.”

They didn’t, but the sentiment seems to calm her down as Kaeya tells her grandly how they were going to take down the bad guy

He rebandages his wounds with the supplies in her bag (Klee now discussing the new bombs she made) as Freminet gets to work on Wrio

“You always tell me to be careful while I’m diving, but who’s being reckless by shielding the Cavalry Captain with his body?”

“Ah *ruffles Freminet’s hair, ignoring the glare* don’t worry kid, it takes a lot more than that to get me down.”

The action calms Freminet’s shaking hands, and as much as he hates to admit, he’s started to see Wrio as a father figure

One day Kaeya got badly injured fighting a group of corrupted robots

For one reason or another, he had decided to go look at some ruins Lisa had asked him to get photos of

Wrio had a briefing about the criminal of the week that morning and Klee was getting a tour of the city via Freminet and his siblings, so it was a good time to explorer and take some much needed alone time

That and the Fontaine sibling trio wanted Klee over for a sleepover, so he could spend the night exploring too

Bonus: he wouldn’t have to worry about Klee bombing the ruins

At the very least, he left a note with Klee and Freminet for Wrio before leaving with a wave and a “Have fun, Klee, I’ll see you all in the morning!”

He was literally in the middle of taking photos when he heard a clicking noise echo through the ruins, uneasy he put the Kamera away quickly and readied his sword.

Quietly, he made his way through the ruins, looking for the intruders.

Unfortunately, these robots had heat vision, and as soon as they picked up Kaeya’s heat signature, they charged.

He was doing pretty good at holding off the robots, but the sheer amount of them was overwhelming, even for him

After taking out half, one got the better of him and left him open to several heavy landing attacks.

He had disposed of one. An eerie clicking noise sounded behind him, and he spun around, ice coating the tip of his sword, ready to cut the robot down.

His sword is met with an empty space, and just as he’s processing that the robot is on his blind side, a white hot pain erupts from his abdomen. His vision goes dark for a second and comes back the moment the robot rips its lance out of his stomach.

Kaeya does his Best™ after that, but he’s struggling.

Kaeya’s sword is knocked out of his hand and he’s pushed back by the next attack, landing on the ground and looking up to see the final blow: “Oh, God, not like this--”

Wrio comes over and takes out the robot with a cyro charged left hook like a badass

(he hit it a little harder than he needed, but who’s around to call him out on it)

Moments before knocking out the robot, Wrio had caught sight of Kaeya lying on the ground, pushing himself to the limit to stop the robot on time and get up, get up! Why isn’t he getting up? Come on, Captain, you always get back up, give me a sign I’m not too late--

Kaeya is left awestruck as Wrio turns to the robots that are left and takes them out with a single, well-placed, cyro punch

Wrio sucks in a pained breath when he sees the wound at Kaeya’s abdomen and the dark stain that was steadily growing on Kaeya’s shirt.

Quickly taking off his coat, Wrio bunched it up and pressed it on Kaeya’s abdomen, getting a hiss from the Captain, to slow the bleeding.

It doubles as a blanket because Kaeya doesn’t know why, but he’s so fucking cold all of a sudden and he has a feeling it’s not just from using his vision too much

And he just gets colder by the minute

His injuries aren’t that bad right…?

Wrio then proceeded to pick Kaeya up bridal style

(with one arm, mind you, as he picks up Kaeya’s sword with the other to slide it into his belt before placing his hand under Kaeya’s knees.)

“I--I’m fine now, there’s no need to worry and I ca--”

*Wrio scoops him up with an unreadable expression* “You wouldn’t make it 5 feet without collapsing, so no you’re not walking.”

If Kaeya hadn't been profusely bleeding and on the verge of passing out, he'd have teased Wrio BUT OH MY GOD HES SO FUCKING COOL AND STRONG--

By the time they get to the city, Keaya is barely aware of his surroundings and Wrio is running to the medical center because Kaeya can’t die on his watch.

And Oh Fuck, he runs into Klee who’s in the middle of getting a tour of the city of Fontaine via Freminet and the twins.

To his credit, Wrio does a really good job at keeping the kids from seeing Kaeya’s injuries by adjusting his coat over Kaeya to hide the growing bloodstain (the twins may have also distracted them with a quick magic trick while Wrio was adjusting).

Klee wants them to join, but “Kaeya can’t join because he, ahem, overworked himself, and he’s super tired.”

Kaeya has most definitely collapsed from getting very little sleep after the more intense missions he’s been on for the knights, so Klee is none the wiser.

She tells Freminet and his siblings about the times Kaeya has collapsed, laughing as she recounts the time Albedo helped her draw on Kaeya’s face

As Wrio runs off, the twins steer her and Freminet in the opposite direction

Meanwhile, Kaeya’s eyes are closed, and Archons he’s cold and so, so tired.

Wrio is talking, asking him questions, but Kaeya can’t talk right now. In fact, all he wants to do is go to sleep.

Spoilers: they get to the medical center in time.

Kaeya wakes up to Wrio quietly changing his bandages, a worried expression on his face.

He gives himself away when he hisses at Wrio putting some kind of salve on his wound, who quickly apologizes and starts asking if Kaeya is alright and “it doesn’t hurt too much, right?”

Wrio is quiet, and Kaeya knows he’s angry about something.

Kaeya can't help but feel it's because he did kinda go off on his own without really warning Wrio.

They get into it a little bit, and the argument gets a bit heated.

In his defense, he could have handled himself very well, and it was unusual for the robots to get corrupted like that in the first place.

“The kids were with the twins today, and it was the perfect time to go without having to worry about them getting into danger or blowing up the ruins” and “Hey, you were in the fortress, how did you know?”

Wrio is so quiet until he mentions he had a bad feeling after getting briefed that someone had corrupted a bunch of robots (because of course, Wrio would be sent after the criminal).

“When I saw the kids without you, then the note… I knew you were in the area with the robots and… *Wrio closes his eyes for a moment, trying to force the words out* when I found you, you looked as if you were already halfway to death’s door.”

And oh wow Kaeya didn’t think he was injured that badly.

Wrio tells him he’s seen the aftermath of people recklessly getting hurt (or dying) by doing something stupid, and he doesn’t want to see Klee go through that.

And ouch, does Kaeya feel bad.

They talk it out and Lynette comes by to make sure Kaeya is okay while Lyney is keeping the kids occupied.

They cover the bandages with one of Kaeya’s shirts before Lynette brings the kids around to see him, Klee glumly saying she’s sad because she can’t draw on his face while he’s awake.

Kaeya is forced to bed rest by Wrio until he's fully healed under the pretense that “he just needs a lot of sleep.”

Living rent-free in my mind, let me know if you want the full fic

This is just an outline, imagine what a full fleshed 20k fic would look like (you should see the Kaithem and Cynari outlines I have…)

I’ll type it up for whoever wants it :’

[s0lar-ch3ri]

pretzel centric shit but lots of gillion too (not just fic ideas this time, also hcs) (once again spoilers lol)

pretzel can read gillion's thoughts perfectly. like only his, it is magic, and even applies to humanoid pretzel. i like to think about it especially for like a scene where gill finds out jay was a traitor before after a fight thing and you know what just take it in a fic form (references to jay's dad btw so spoilers lol)

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Gillion gripped his sword tightly. First, a giant monster attack and now he's only just found this out, one of his best friends being a traitor, having lied this whole time to his face. The distress on Jay's face was almost enough to get him to stop.

She was terrified. Jay was a traitor, yes, but there's a reason it's was and not is. She knew the look in his eyes, that grit of his teeth, the more heavy breathing, and it was the same anger he had during the duel with Chip. She felt the tears on her face and did not care. She didn't want to fight a friend but she knew as a friend Gillion would still do so.

Both were tired from the monster attack and in need of more healing. Jay seemed to want to make words, yet only her eyes could plead for him to not do what she knew he would.

"Jay Ferin, if that's even your real name," Gillion started.

"Gill, please." Jay begged him.

Tiny hands came and grabbed Gillion's sword away from him, and Jay noticed them take her weapons as well. As the two looked to their right, they saw Pretzel with them both, handing them off to Oliver already.

"You two are in no condition to fight, and Gillion you don't even WANT to fight! I understand you have honor, but I can't let my best friend fight his best friend over an issue that was already resolved." She glared at Gillion like a parent who told their kid to not eat dirt and they still did.

"Pretzel, please do not interfere-" Gillion tried to argue back, but she grabbed his back, sat him down, and started to take off his armor. Jay didn't know if she was really that strong, if Gillion was tired to fight her back, didn't want to hurt her on accident, or if maybe it was just because Pretzel was herself that she could do such a thing.

"After I get this off you, your going to sleep. Think about it before jumping into another combat. If you still want to duel her, that's up to you, but maybe using that coral would help you. Oh, and you better heal up too, or I will be forced to use the stickers Ollie got all over your armor. As for you..." She referenced to Jay, who hadn't moved still.

"Gill may have been...out of commission and it may have been your doing, but I wasn't. I've seen you and how good of a friend you are to Gillion. Heal up, then you better sleep too. Next time that dumb idiot comes around, I'll punch him for ya." She winked at Jay, who stopped being so tense as she gave a nod and headed down below to do as Pretzel said.

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humanoid pretzel is such good friends with ollie you do not understand

most of these are humanoid pretzel but since finn and gill have scrolls, pretzel has a scrapbook and probs would own a polaroid (she also doodles and writes, its really a mix but she has special pages for everyone but gill, who has like 3)

edyn would braid gill's hair but pretzel (both humanoid and frogtopus) is the one who remembered not gill so when he wants to get his hair away and more securely he just very embarrassedly gets up and sits infront of this small pink frogtopus (or light pink child for humanoid) who talks to him as if shes his hairstylist (she is)

pretzel can no problem pick up gill's old sword (and new one lol) (applies to humanoid and frogtopus) but only gills sword. like chip's swords are too heavy, but gill's old giant ass sword? balancing on her fingertips. shes just great like that <3

ok so the ring scene was gay af but like pretzel and gill have a ring. like its definitely not magical anymore yet gill and pretzel just kept it because it was so special to them (again applies to humanoid and frogtopus)

i can see pretzel being trans or genderfluid/fluidflux but doesnt change her physical appearance because im trans and i dont plan to get rid of anything so you dont have to either

ftm gill where pretzel helped pick out the binder because she didnt trust him enough to know how they worked and not damage himself (also had to make sure it would be okay under the heavy armor gill wears so he can breath)

gillion has rushed into battle with crayon marks all over his armor because pretzel felt it to be "bland" and in need of her magic

even as a frogtopus pretzel likes ollie and his hair is a spot she has perched before and he just doesnt care at this point

pretzel is fully prepared to like die for gillion and she always tells him this cause the chosen one is still someone to himself and someone to her

mermaid pretzel au. thats all.

in a pokemon au pretzel is still herself but i find it funny if like pretzel was a legendary and like thats gill's starter. like theres only one of her and chip and jay are so confused and amazed on how he got his hands on her and he just goes "oh yeah shes my partner i found her one day and she just vibed with me and now we're here"

autistic humanoid pretzel hates the feeling of sand sticking to her and likes lots of liquid textures and stickers (also gillion is her fav textures because yes)

hear my vision out: theres like these bad guys fighting the riptide pirates, and theyre cornered to a wall. then, in a flash of light, the tiny orb on gill's hip starts to glow and when it clears, humanoid pretzel is there with a pistol and says this: "YOU'VE SEEN DESTINY, BUT NOW IT'S TIME TO MEET YOUR FATE BITCHES!"

pretzel is the #1 hypeman for sure no questions needed

BAND HUMANOID PRETZEL LOVES SINGING NO DOUBTS (also plays both a flute and kazoo because yeah)

i remember hearing someone mention how funny itd be if pretzel was secretly an all powerful monster and stuff so that goes here but the reason she stays as a lil frogtopus is cause gill likes it

did i forget to say humanoid pretzel would have a cutlass? it seems i did so yeah she would (that or a pair of daggers)

i have to fight the urge to say autistic gill as a hc because i have so many that are pretty common for him (ill just run through them, tail truther and along side being a canon ace hes also probs a homosexual hes literally the flag colors) (NOT SAYING COMMON HEADCANONS ARE BAD, ITS JUST ID RATHER SHARE MY OWN AND THROW NEW ONES INTO THE RING)

gill has lots of jewelry in a little pouch but he doesnt wear it much because of the long amounts of fighting leave him without time to put them on and hes scared hed lose them in battle (a lot are from edyn, a couple from pretzel, and theres a lot of hand made ones). however, he definately has the ring for pretzel and the necklace from aslana on (chip's ring either is still on or in his pouch) but yeah hes like a crow he likes the shiny jewelry

highschool triton gill has a video camera which he uses for learning about the above world

modern day tattoo artist gill (to add on chip does piercings [but that can be swapped with gill i feel like], pretzel does hair [see stanzi, shes how i imagine pretzel acting], and jay either works at a hot topic, a makeup store, i got a lot ideas for jay up in here that ill share later lol)

gill didnt really know at first what tattoos were so when he saw chip had some (because chip had to have had some) he thought chip got dirty and tried to wipe it off

GILLION WITH TATTOOS GILLION WITH TATTOOS GILLION WITH TATTOOS GILLION WITH TA-

pretzel has listened to gill do gay rambles late at night ontop the deck about marshal jon and you get a fic thing for it too (do note i am not good with the albatross layout so if i make characters go from one area and then have them materialize somewhere else entirely im sorry i just dont have a clue where shit is)

It was late out and Earl knew that, but it was one of those nights he may have been in his tavern, chatting the patrons into maybe giving him a couple more gold for the drinks, the likes, so he didn't feel like sleeping yet. When it didn't leave after a couple minutes, he just got up and went to get a drink. Some juice may do the trick.

"...oh my gods Pretzel, just so cool!"

Earl may be old, but he wasn't old enough to start hearing things...he hoped. Taking a glass with him, he headed to the main deck. Pacing back and front infront of a wood barrel was Gillion in his pajamas. He looked to be rambling to Pretzel. Normally, Earl would have told Gillion to shut the fuck up and get back to sleep, but there was nothing to do so he listened in from the door way, wondering why he was still up.

"...is pretty amazing right, but have you seen Marshal Jon? Like, if I hadn't ever seen him and you described him to me, I'd think you were crazy. Jon is just so tall and so big and while he could have stayed on the dark side with evil somehow I convinced him to become my friend on the side of heroes! The sideburns, the tattoos, oh the tattoos! Just wow, Pretzel, wow."

Pretzel let out a couple of purrs in response. She looked as though this kind of talk was a normal event for her. "Well, maybe it might be seen as a tiny bit strange to think about a man so much...BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIS PECKS?!" As Gillion talked, he saw Pretzel using her tentacles to try and cover her mouth from laughing, making him stop. When Gillion turned around to see what was causing her to find such humor, he saw an old man Earl, just standing there with his face blank and his jaw a little open, trying to calibrate what was happening. They both just stood there staring for a while.

"I'm too tired to figure out what the shit I just witnessed, just get to bed ya fucking knuckle head." Earl broke the silence, finishing his juice and turning back around so he didn't have to watch Gillion shove Pretzel onto his face and jump into the sea out of embarrassment. Of course he was riding with the strangest (and gayest) of fucking kids.

couple of notes on the lil fic thing; 1. yes ill be doing earl hcs later on 2. i asked a friend who would find gill rambling and they said either ollie or earl so i did earl 3. earl called them kids because theyre younger then him and he sees them to be as idiotic as children are portrayed as

as seen in the fic thing i just did, gill jumps into the closest (and biggest) body of water when embarrassed and if there arent any close by he goes either in a barrel or becomes a ball

tbh this was meant to be mainly gill hcs with lots of pretzel but i realized not even half way that it was the other way around

highschool au gill owns squeaky toys for himself and pretzel (they also play dolls unashamed)

ok now more fic ideas rather then mostly hcs cause yeah

gill either teaches or is taught by chip about things like autism and such

gill teaching the crew about special undersea traditions

pretzel takes gillion to a pride parade (highschool au)

humanoid pretzel and actual undersea king gill where the translator is pretzel and shit

a mini fic series of ollie being taught by both gill and humanoid pretzel about how to do magic

remember the ollie pranking the crew with therapy? pretzel helps out with it 100%

pretzel finding out that the entire crew is trans and shes the only cis one onboard (besides maybe earl)

siren pretzel is presented something new today: a human child (its ollie i like them hanging out :D)

shapeshifter pretzel decides to make earl think hes lost his mind lol

gillion spends time with caspian but pretzel cant come so ollie helps her handle the missing him

pretzel has the powers of god and proceeds to show it in a battle becaus yeah (like she just casually tackles a guy to the ground effortlessly)

gillion tries to communicate with pretzel and learn more about her because his study topic today is frogtopi

shapeshifter pretzel tries to attack jay after the shooting gillion incident

pretzel beats up jay's dad, thats all

in ep 54 theres a scene where gillion is looking around for a weapon and bizly is just hoping that theres a spiked bat so gillion with a spiked bat

edyn and pretzel beat up the elders together (i have barely a clue what they did despite being at ep 61 which is over half way but i have some idea and since the fandom doesnt like them plus the way ive seen them written aint something you could do so easily for nice people i think they deserve it)

if yall got more share them pls

[avionvadion]

Love the recent chapter BTW. You write Link's POV really well! I hope we more character's POV besides just Ilia's! For a moment I forgot whether or not Link knew of Ilia's past wth her parents, but I suppose this chapter confirmed that he does. I already saw from some art how Sidon's reaction will be to meeting her parents, I still hope the bird-dads will to. But now I REALLY want to see how Link will handle it. Let's have TRUE Link hold the Master Sword up to Worst Link's neck!

Aldjksksks thank you!!! 🥰

Link knew since Chapter 13, after Retah told Iliana about Iliandra’s past. Considering we’re 33 chapters in, I don’t blame you for forgetting. 🤣 It’s a lot, lol. I have to constantly go back and reread chapters because I’m forgetting things.

Link knows, and he’s seen her have some pretty horrible trauma responses in certain situations- though if any truly stuck with him, I’d have to say the most vivid/painful one is when she broke down when she tried to pick up the wooden sword. It’s the first time he really saw her freak and understand why she was reacting that way.

Her break down when Emank yelled confused him, but this? He knew better now. He understands why. And it hurts.

Link wanted to teach her melee combat so she has some defense when she’s backed in a corner and can’t use her bow, but because of the Worst Link and all those years she spent fighting to not pick up a sword, to not be what her father wanted, even at a cost to herself, she was terrified. It was such a visceral reaction.

The time when she broke down in sheer relief when Dorephan promised to help is also another strong memory to Link, because it showed just how helpless and hopeless she had felt this entire time, believing no one would be willing to help her. That no one would believe her, or care enough to defend her and stand beside her to fight her abuser.

If Link ever meets the Worst Link, I feel like he would just… walk up and punch him. No introductions given.

He has the physical description, he knows what he looks like, and if Ilia is having a trauma response to seeing his face??? All the confirmation he needs really. His bestie/big sister figure is scared and her abuser is right there. Get wreckt, Wannabe Hero!

Low key, I’m tempted to have Ilia duel her father, win, and then have Link finish him off because he doesn’t want his blood on her hands. He’s haunted her enough, after all. And he knows the Yiga deaths hang heavy on her heart. But I also want the Zora to execute him??? Since Link and Iliana shouldn’t have to deal with that bastard if they can avoid it. Dorephan’s daddy mode showing, lol,

But we’ll see how it goes, lol. I’m very indecisive. Things aren’t set in stone until they’re actually written.

The bird dads watching the fight take place: O.o

They’re just gonna immediately swaddle our duo in feathers and hugs after the chaos.

…This got so long, oh gosh. I’m sorry. 🤣

WAIT IDEA THAT COMBINES ALL THREE

Ilia duels him, wins. Decides to let the Zora take care of him and turns away, as he isn’t *worth the time/effort*. Worst Link breaks free of the guards and attacks to kill, but Link intervenes with the Master Sword and slashes at him!

Worst Link realizes that Link is the hero he failed to be, and is dragged away by the Zora to be later executed. Boom. End scene.

[rika90]

Die Reise des Raben

Kaz Brekker x female reader

warnings: violence, death, swearing

word count: 4k

A/N: My first try at writing ever. Feedback is highly appriciated. If you see grammer or spelling mistakes, feel free to message me so I can fix the mistakes. English is not my first language. I really hope you guys enjoy my story!

(Y/N) had only been six years old when it had first happened. She had played hide and seek at her home with a boy from the neighbourhood and, in her humble opinion, found the best hiding spot of all time. In her parents' closet there was a small room behind the back wall. Hardly big enough to squeeze in and completely empty except for two swords. When her eyes fell on the swords, it was as if she could hear a whisper. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder, but she was still alone in her parents' room. She looked back at the swords and examined them more closely. They were not particularly long. The scabbard was made of blood-red wood and covered with black patterns that looked like bird feathers. The hilt was black too and (Y/N) wondered what the rest of the sword would look like. She reached out for one of the swords but hesitated to touch it. (Y/N) had always been fascinated by knives and had started early to always carry one with her when she played outside. The barrel was dangerous – even for children. But her mother, after catching her five-year-old daughter with a knife and bloody hands, had forbidden her to even touch a sharp knife. It wasn't her blood at all, but that of an older boy who had tried to take the few coins from her that she was supposed to use to buy bread from the baker.

'But this wasn't a knife, right?' (Y/N) thought. And even if she wanted to resist – she just couldn't. The two swords seemed to have a magical pull on her. With one last look over her shoulder, (Y/N) grabbed the sword closest to her. As her hand closed around the sword, she felt a shiver run through her. With her other hand she drew the sword from its scabbard. The blade was made of dark curved steel and (Y/N) immediately had the feeling that her and had merged with the handle, like the coldness of the steel seeps into her arm. She closed her eyes. It felt so right.

“Honey, where are you? Peter can't find you anywhere…. Oh my god (Y/N)! Drop that sword immediately!” (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw her completely astonished mother standing in front of her. (Y/N) could see the sheer panic in her eyes. Her father rushed into the room and stopped dead when he saw his daughter. Both parents had their eyes fixed on the arm (Y/N) was holding the sword with. She lowered her gaze and realized what had frightened her parents. Black patterns similar to those on the scabbard ran over her hand and up to the elbow. They would have been reminiscent of tattoos if they hadn't withdrawn in front of their eyes towards the sword.

"(Y/N), put the sword down and come over here," urged her mother. (Y/N) put the sword back into its sheath and carefully placed it on the ground. She didn't really want to let go of it, but the desire to placate mother was stronger.

"I suspected it," (Y/N)'s father mumbled and looked at his wife as she hugged (Y/N). "She has always had an affinity for blades. But that the wakizashi would react so strongly to her..."

"Put these things away," (Y/N)'s mother hissed and led her daughter out of the room.

The rest of the day (Y/N) tried to get her parents to talk to her about what had happened. But her mother made it clear that they would never talk about the swords again and that (Y/N) should forget about them immediately. Her father would sell them at the port tomorrow. (Y/N) shivered at the thought, but she saw no chance of keeping the

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Everyday life quickly went back to normal, and nobody said a word about the two swords. But (Y/N) could not forget the feeling, the power that flooded her as she held the sword. So, she got herself two wooden sticks, carved them into shape as best she could, and trained. She had no idea how to wield a sword, but she practiced and practiced until her arms got

heavy. Her stamina had improved, but it was far from being called a fighting technique. She found school teaching sword fight in the university district near the 1st port. It was a long way from the barrel, but since her parents were working all day anyway, she had enough time to get there and come back unnoticed. (Y/N) secretly observed the students through a

window. She tried to memorize everything to recreate it later with her makeshift swords.

She hid the wooden swords under a loose floorboard in her room. As she was about to put them away again, her father came into the room to get her for dinner. (Y/N) froze, still one of the swords in hand. Her father looked from his daughter to the sword and back again. Then he closed the door and went up to her. (Y/N) didn't know what to expect, though it was

not the understanding look he gave her.

"You secretly exercise?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, for a while now," (Y/N) answered. Why should she lie?

Her father laughed softly. "I should have guessed. After all, you are the first to whom the wakizashi responded since your great-grandfather."

"What do you mean by that?" (Y/N) asked.

"These swords have been in my family for centuries. Most of the members could wield them like ordinary short swords. For some, however, these patterns appeared. It was as if the swords themselves gave them more power, speed and strength. My grandfather still didn't use them very often. He said he felt like he was losing his soul to the swords. That he felt a darkness dwelling in them. How much of it is true I can't say, but I hope you never have to find out. And now let us go out to eat."

After her father had finished, (Y/N) was left with more questions than answers.

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4 years later

The second time (Y/N) picked up those swords was on the day that changed her life forever.

She woke up when she heard screams from the staircase. The next second her father stormed into the room and pulled her out of her bed and towards her parents' bedroom.

"Dad, what's going on?" (Y/N) asked slightly panicked.

"You have to hide immediately. And no matter what you hear or see - DON'T COME OUT!" her father replied while he opened the door to the closet and pushed (Y/N) into the small room behind the wall unit. It was pitch black in (Y/N)'s hiding place, but she could hear the front door being kicked in and her mother screaming.

"Please excuse our unannounced visit," (Y/N) heard a deep male voice sneer, "But you're far behind with your payment and Bayson has announced what will happen if you can't pay."

"Please, Tom, we've already given Bayson everything we could spare. Please give us a few more weeks - we'll get the money," (Y/N)'s father pleaded.

"No, you had your chance," Tom answered.

"If you kill us, you will never get your money," (Y/N)'s mother whimpered.

(Y/N) sat in her hiding place, frozen with fear. Her parents owed money to some gangsters? Why hadn't they said anything to her? She could have gotten a job. She could have helped. What should she do now? Would these guys really kill her parents? She had to get to them and try to protect them. But she couldn't move, the fear was too strong. And honestly... what could she have done?

"That's true," Tom's voice was cold and void of any emotion, "But you'll be a deterring example to anyone who thinks they can mess with the Blue Moons. And maybe your pretty daughter can bring in a few more Kruge."

"Don't you dare-," (Y/N)'s father began, but before he could end his threat, two shots rang out, followed by two thuds.

"What weaklings, it’s a miracle they survived in the barrel for so long," (Y/N) heard Tom laugh.

(Y/N) had pressed her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to break out. Tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Boss, the girl is not here," one of the men reported.

"Doesn't matter. One more orphan in the barrel. She won't survive for long on her own anyway. Let's get out of here," Tom replied and (Y/N) heard steps moving away. She stayed in the room for a while and then forced herself to leave her hiding place.

It was dark in the apartment and only a single candle was still burning in the hallway. (Y/N) forced herself to take the last step into the hallway and saw her parents slumped on the floor.

'Headshot,' thought (Y/N) absentmindedly. At least it had been quick. She felt like she was detached from her body. She sank down in a daze. What should she do now? Get the stadwatch? She snorted at the thought. Nobody cared about two dead people from the barrel. And certainly not about her. At best she would go to an orphanage, at worst she would be sold to someone.

'I should leave while I still can,' she decided.

After throwing a few things into her bag, she went back to her parents' bedroom. She knew that her father kept the old, small family photo album in one of his drawers. He had often looked at it with her in the past. When she was about to put it in her bag, a piece of paper fell out. (Y/N) picked it up and recognized her father's handwriting.

They are not sold. I knew that one day you would need them. I hid them under my mattress. I am sorry that I will no longer be there to protect you. But you are strong, you will live!

Love, Dad.

(Y/N) blinked away the tears and pulled the mattress off the bed to get the swords. She would train until she was strong enough to kill every one of the Blue Moons. They would pay for what they did to their family. They would all die, and she would live.

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4 years later

She had saved Boysen for last. Enjoyed how his panic grew with every member of the Blue Moons found dead and slashed. She had initially intended to kill him right away, but it was better to start with some weaker members first to practice her skills. And Tom had fit perfectly in that category. He had been the first person (Y/N) ever killed. And it had been great. The second she had grabbed the wakizashi to avenge her family, she had felt like she was born to do exactly that. To bring pain and darkness. She had felt the power spreading throughout her body and had welcomed the cold that allowed her to kill without hesitation.

At first, she had planned to wipe out the Blue Moons as soon as possible, but in time she had found a pleasure in watching them first try to find her and later try to hide from her. (Y/N) took more than a year to gradually thin the ranks of the Blue Moons. But tonight, she would end it. There were only Boysen and half a dozen of his men left. He had gathered his best men a while ago and went underground. Left the rest of the gang to their fate.

(Y/N) stood in the shadow of an old house, watching a warehouse on the docks. There she had located the rest of the Blue Moons. Her hood was pulled low over her face, so the raven mask was barely visible. The black tattoos that always appeared as soon as she fought with the swords could already be seen on her hands and arms. She slid noiselessly along the hall. Only one man stood guard. That was done quickly. (Y/N) covered his mouth from behind to stifle his scream as she pierced him with her short sword. (Y/N) let the man fall to the ground and entered the hall through a side entrance. There were four men sitting around a table playing cards. Boysen and another man stood a little further away and seemed to be discussing something.

"Hello guys," (Y/N) said, enjoying the panic breaking out around her. The men almost toppled over each other in a rush to get their weapons.

"How did you find us, Rabe?" Boysen called and aimed his gun at (Y/N) with a trembling hand.

"Oh, I just followed the stink of fear and voila, here you are," (Y/N) said as she looked at the men. She felt the swords literally vibrate in her hands. The urge to kill was almost overwhelming.

'In a moment, a little more patience,' (Y/N) thought.

"We are not afraid of you. You have no chance against all of us," one of the other men replied.

"Is that so?" (Y/N) asked softly and looked at the man with a tilted head, "Well, then I'll teach you fear."

She ran off. Faster than a human should be able to. She felt the power rush through her veins, making her faster and stronger. She was in a frenzy. The first two men were dead before anyone could really process what had happened. The other two at the table opened fire. (Y/N) whirled her swords and fended off the bullets. The men got big eyes and stumbled backwards.

"What the hell are you?" one of them shouted.

"Your end," (Y/N) jumped up to the men and slit them open with two well-aimed blows. Blood spurted from their wounds and in their last seconds the men tried in vain to keep their intestines from oozing out.

She turned away and set about crushing the last two cowardly rats. Boysen and his companion had run away, but they couldn't have been far yet.

(Y/N) ran over the roofs and discovered the two men trying to untie a boat at the harbour.

She knocked the head off the shoulders of the one man without further ado. His body fell into the water with a loud splash. Boysen spun around and fired a pistol. But (Y/N) was prepared for it, ducked away, knocked the weapon out of his hand and held her two swords crossed in the shape of an X in front of his neck.

Boysen was frozen.

"Why me? Why the Blue Moons?” he asked.

"You had my family killed. With others, you may have always gotten away with it. It's just your bad luck that I'm the uncrowned queen here in the barrel when it comes to killing." With these words, (Y/N) slit Boysen’s throat, but only enough to render him helpless. He would bleed to death slowly and painfully. He slumped to the ground and stared up at her. She smiled down at him.

She stayed with him until he took his last breath. She felt nothing, no remorse, no regrets. Only darkness, but at the same time a deep satisfaction that always set in after a fight with her swords. She put the wakizashi back into their sheaths. She knew she had already gone too far.

There was no turning back for her. Her great grandfather might have been strong enough to withstand the call of the swords. But she wasn’t, the rush was too good. So why should she stop?

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1 year later

She strolled along the harbour, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. The black patterns hadn't completely withdrawn after their last fight and (Y/N) still felt the strength and darkness that came with the use of her wakizashi. It was like a frenzy. Fighting with her swords was like a drug. And (Y/N) was a hopeless junkie. She had long since given up on worrying that the darkness and bloodlust would eventually devour her completely. Because it was bound to happen as long as she wielded the swords. And while she was a good shot and a very passable fighter with her fists – as she had to, to survive this long in the barrel – she was the deadliest with her swords. She had made a name for herself as Der Rabe and was able to keep herself afloat from the jobs she received. At least until she wouldn't be fast enough in a battle, or the swords would drive her crazy. She had lived in the barrel since she was born, at some point the time would just run out, so why worry? What in her life was worth fighting for, except for the next meal? Everyone fought for themselves, others were always a risk. Trusting the wrong people could end badly. Very bad. (Y/N) put one hand over her heart where the faded scar was.

Lost in thought, she almost overheard the voice that seemed to come from the dock. (Y/N) looked over the edge in astonishment. The picture that presented itself should have been disturbing, but she had seen a lot in her time in the barrel. A boy with dark hair, about her age, was hanging on the ladder and muttering to himself. He looked more dead than alive. Not far from him another body was floating in the water. Already rotting and bloated.

It was clear that the dark-haired boy would never make it up the ladder. Any second, he would let go and sink down.

'At least it's over then,' (Y/N) thought and was about to turn away when the boy opened his eyes and looked up at her. (Y/N) caught her breath and a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. His eyes were such a piercing, rich blue that they seemed to glow even in his dirty, sunken face.

When (Y/N) went down the ladder to drag the boy onto the quay wall, she didn't know exactly why she wanted to help him. She had seen many people in need in the barrel and had not wasted a second on them. Perhaps it was the seemingly irrepressible determination in those blue eyes that seemed to call out, "I want to live!"

Somehow, she felt connected to the boy.

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"I can do it. I have to make it. I can do it," Kaz kept muttering to himself so as not to completely lose consciousness. His whole body ached, and he knew that he wouldn't have long before all his strength would leave him. Kaz blinked up. He just had to climb this incredibly high and steep ladder and then he would be safe. At least safe from drowning. Everything else he would worry about when the time came.

'I can do it ... I just need to rest for a moment,' Kaz closed his eyes and continued muttering to himself. He felt his grip begin to loosen and tears his eyes open. On the quay wall he saw a figure completely clad in black, who seemed to be watching him with their head tilted. They were wearing a knee-length coat and had the hood pulled over their head. Their mouth was covered by a tube scarf and the area around the eyes was covered by some kind of mask. The figure reminded Kaz of a reaper. 'No way, forget it,' Kaz thought, 'You definitely won't get me tonight! Not after all I have endured to get here.'

Kaz stared at the figure stubbornly. But when they swung themself over the quay wall and descended the ladder, fear seized him. What was that supposed to mean? Would they throw him in the water? Why didn't they just move on?

When the figure was only a step above him, they turned and grabbed his arm with one hand still on the ladder. At the touch bile rose up in Kaz' throat and he fought against the looming faint that threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to tear himself away from the hand that was holding him and didn't even notice that the person didn't want to push him away, but rather pull him up.

"Hey, stop fidgeting. I'm trying to save your ass right now and I don't feel like going for a swim," Kaz heard a voice that could hardly be made out through the fabric in front of the mouth. Still, Kaz could hear that the voice sounded feminine and didn't quite match the Reaper Kaz had in front of him. `Why is she whispering?’ Kaz wondered and paused to look at the girl, because that was what she had to be. But through the hood and mask he couldn't see anything except a pair of dark eyes that glared at him angrily.

The girl used the short pause to tighten her grip. She had amazing strength in her arm and managed to pull Kaz onto the ladder. Kaz found support with his foot on the lowest step but was now so close to the girl that he felt the panic collapse over him. Everything went black and he only heard the curse the girl uttered before the darkness completely enveloped him.

"What the hell- ?!" (Y/N) wrapped her arm around the boy's chest to keep him on the ladder, but he sagged completely and dragged her into the water. (Y/N) reappeared with a splutter, still holding the boy.

"Holy shit, is that cold!" she cursed and paddled back to the ladder to grab it with one hand.

"Hey, wake up! Wake up!” she shook him, but he didn't react. She felt for a pulse – why should she bother when he is already dead? With bated breath she waited - and felt a pulse. Alive but unconscious.

"Shit, what now?" she thought. Let go of him? No, that was out of question. (Y/N) looked up and counted the stairs. Seven. She could do seven. She was a good deal taller than him and had a strong upper body from all the sword training. She pulled the boy's arms over her shoulders, so his chest was pressed against her back and tied his wrists with her belt to keep him from slipping off during the ascent. She pulled herself up on the first step. The boy hung on her back like a heavy backpack.

'Thank God he's so emaciated, otherwise this would never work,' (Y/N) thought.

After three steps she had to readjust the boy's arms, her own burning from the effort of lifting herself and easily 45 kilograms of dead weight.

"Why am I doing this to myself again?! For a pair of pretty eyes? I must be completely crazy," (Y/N) grumbled to herself.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N) heaved herself and the boy over the quay wall. With her eyes closed she lay on her side panting to catch her breath. She untied the boy's hands and sat up.

'I'll have sore muscles tomorrow,' she thought as she rolled her shoulders to relieve the tension in her cramped joints. She looked at the boy who was still unconscious. She shook his shoulder again to wake him, but again he didn't move.

"Oh, isn't that convenient for you," (Y/N) muttered, "If you think I'll drag you just a meter further, you're wrong."

She looked around, you could already see dawn looming at the horizon, and she really had to hurry to get back to her room and change.

Again, she looked at the dark-haired boy. He was so pale, and his cheekbones were sharp against his face. 'If I leave him here and he dies, the whole effort would be in vain,' she thought. (Y/N) got up with a sigh, fastened her swords – which fortunately were still where she had left them – and grabbed one of his arms.

"So much on the topic 'Not one meter further'," (Y/N) thought. She slung him over her shoulder and pulled and dragged the boy toward the boarding house.

"He’ll be safe there for the time being and can recover. It’s time to look for something new anyway. I just take him there and then I'm really gone," (Y/N) debated quietly to herself.

TBC

[theoriginalmysteryincorporated]

2. Costumes

for sasharcy week (read 1. Clothes Swap here)

this ended up being more of a Sasha character study lmao, but nonetheless, I spent time on it, so here it be

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“Yeah, I’m not wearing that.” Sasha had spared the costume a single, sidelong glance before returning her attention to her phone.

Anne looked at Marcy from beneath a messy haircut Marcy had given her about twenty minutes ago, but Marcy didn’t appear flustered by Sasha’s adamant refusal to partake in their dressup game. Marcy had called it LARPing, whatever that meant. All they knew was it had some basis in their Creatures and Caverns game, and Marcy had promised that their costumes wouldn’t disappoint.

Anne had come over first, and even though she didn’t entirely understand what they were doing, it definitely looked fun. She was halfway dressed in her armor, the heavy boots laced up to her shins, and was inspecting the leather cuirass to determine the most effective method for donning it. When they’d answered the door earlier to Sasha, who was nearly an hour late, neither she nor Marcy had said anything about it, or about the fact that the black car that had dropped her off was not one of the cars either of her parents owned; all the Waybright’s cars were black, of course, but this particular vehicle had business plates. Nonetheless, Marcy had waved at the driver, while Sasha gave Anne’s outfit a quick inspection to determine what kind of night she’d be in for. She exhaled a long, drawn out sigh, and marched upstairs, Anne chasing after her.

Despite the ridiculous outfits, the fantasy was easy enough to get lost in for a bit while Marcy and Anne both struggled getting Anne into the rest of her costume, giving up now and then to grab handfuls of popcorn and talk about cute guys at school, or the battle of the bands, or the homework Anne had forgotten to write down. Sasha rolled her eyes as she listened, but she also found herself smiling more than she’d expected to that night, considering the state of Anne’s outfit.

“C’mon, Sash, it’ll be fun! The daggers are real,” Marcy said in an optimistic, sing-song voice, more determined than ever to improve Sasha’s mood.

Sasha’s eyebrow twitched, and her thumbs stopped tapping at her phone screen as she looked up again. “Ugh, fine.” She swiped at the leather straps Marcy held out, eyeing the armor laid across the bed behind her with something veering on uncertainty. Then she smirked. “Marcy, you’ve been holding out on me. That sword is real, too, right?”

Marcy beamed. “Yep! Anne and I had a very successful trip to the Renaissance Faire last weekend, and we scraped together enough supplies for our whole C&C party.” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “And I don’t think your character has a sword.”

Anne smiled sheepishly. “It’s alright if Sasha wants it. My parents don’t really like me playing with all this dangerous stuff anyway.”

“Thanks, Anne.” Sasha grabbed for the sword, then unsheathed it. The stainless metal glinted in the light of Marcy’s bedroom, and she swung it with more ease than Anne had managed at Ren Faire.

Marcy tilted her head at the display, wanting to argue about the makeup of the party, and to point out that now Anne was weaponless, and of course, Sasha’s character wasn’t actually proficient with shortswords, so it didn’t make sense for her to hold onto that. But something about the mesmerized look in Sasha’s eye made Marcy pause.

“Well, if you’re going to dual-wield with a sword and a knife, then I suppose Anne can use the extra dagger…”

“Great idea, Mar-Mar.” Sasha slipped the sword back into the sheath, then picked up her armor. She struggled with adjusting all the pieces, needing Marcy’s help to secure some of the straps and pauldrons, and when she stood up, she felt like everything drooped off her, like a kid wearing their dad’s clothes.

“Alright, next time, I’m playing a girl with a cape,” she remarked, watching the way Marcy easily slipped into her particular outfit, which had far fewer belts and buckles than either hers or Anne’s.

But where Marcy had a bow, Sasha had a sword. And she couldn’t wait to take that thing and bash a few tree trunks with it.

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It was almost nine months since Sasha had thought about the C&C LARPing expedition, but as she was presented with armor from Toad Tower, she no longer felt like a silly child playing a game. If this was somebody’s idea of a game, it was sick. She’d been locked in a dungeon for almost a month, judging by the marks on her wall, though some days she thought she might’ve slept through, and some days she’d been so delirious with hunger for actual human food, she’d possibly marked the wall an extra time or two.

Oh well.

She’d been fitted for her armor by a toad she’d grown to tolerate as a prison guard, and when she delivered her the armor to her new quarters, Sasha’s hands knew how to buckle the straps and tie the sword to her side because Marcy’s hands had shown her so many months ago. She stared into the mirror, standing tall, a dagger at her back, and a sword at her side.

She almost smiled. Marcy would love this. She hoped she was still alive somewhere in this world to see it all.

The sword she’d inherited was nicked and cut from use. The dagger Marcy had given her had sparkled. The only scratches on that were from the tree Sasha had carved her name into, with Anne and Marcy following her lead. Even in the wooded part of the park, Anne had been scared they’d be caught, but Marcy had thrown herself into it with all the enthusiasm she could muster. She’d not only carved her own name, but also the name and title of her character.

Sasha couldn’t even remember the names of the characters they’d played back then. But she remembered feeling inspired, even fond, of Marcy’s total commitment to their stupid game, and she’d vowed to make it as real for her as the honking cars and L.A. skyline would allow. If there was one thing she could do, it was commit to a lead role.

She’d looked intimidating back then–she knew it because Marcy had said it while beaming with pride. Now, looking in the mirror, she felt tired, out of control, and overwhelmed. Maybe this was a game, after all, and she was just losing.

She clutched the hilt of her sword, and took a deep breath, prescribed by therapist number three since her parent’s divorce. Step one was complete. She’d gotten out of the dungeon. She’d even won some trust from those stupid toad soldiers. Now, she simply needed to use those idiots to help her find her friends.

She wondered what Marcy would think of this costume. She liked to imagine she’d enjoy the realism. And she’d use every ounce of it to fight her way back to her friends.

[tomtenadia]

A family of ice and fire

Rowaelin month day 20 - playing with magic.

A day late and finished this in half an hour. Hope you’ll like it. Short and fluffly

Rowan and Aelin were enjoying a rare day of peace and quiet.

Aelin’s meeting had been postponed and at the amazing news, Rowan had finished very quickly his training session with the guards and joined his mate and daughter in the big library.

That room was Aelin’s favourite corner in the whole castle. The place where she would hide after a long day of queenly duties and courtly bullshit. Rowan had placed for her a comfy sofa an armchair and a small coffee table. Building the library had taken time and it had taken more time to get hold of all her books. With so much to do after the war, that had been very low on their priorities’ list, but Rowan had been working on that project in secret when he had time. He wanted to give her a place for herself.

And now on a cold winter day they were just having a family day, the snow falling thick and heavy on the land.

Aelin was tucked against Rowan’s chest while he held her and read a book to her at the same time. Opposite from them, on the thick carpet was their daughter Aisling. She was nine and had started reading basic books and was now on her belly reading the last book Rowan had bought her. Her mate, the stone cold warrior who was renewed for his brutality, loved to spoil his daughter with books. To sit at her side and help her read the difficult word she still struggled with. With stranger and the outside world he still put up the mask of the unyielding warrior, but she and Aisling knew him in a way none ever could.

“I really do love cancelled meetings,” she told him, brushing her hand on the shirt he was wearing “because it means I can stay with the two of you instead and that is so much better.”

“I am not complaining,” a soft kiss on her temple.

All was perfect until a cold breeze started to descend on the room “Ro?” Said Aelin moving closer to her husband “what are you doing?” Ice and wind magic was his after all.

“The room is cold.” And she saw ice spread and a light cold wind pick up as well.

“Aisling.” Muttered Rowan. She had started to discover magic powers only recently and they had found out she had an affinity to wind and ice just like Rowan. But it was something still new that she was still struggling to control and her powers would sometimes, just burst all of a sudden.

Rowan had been trying to teach her and they had daily sessions together where he’d show how to keep her magic from flaring up at the most inopportune moment.

He got off the sofa and kneeled in front of his daughter who was still reading ignoring the fact that she had plunged the castle into the ice age.

“Darling.” He finally got through to her and as she saw the iced library she panicked and the breeze transformed in a full blown wind.

“Aisling, look at me.”

Her wide green eyes settled on him “Dad, what am I doing? I am scared.” Panic clear in her voice.

“Shh… look at me and relax. It’s normal.”

The girl breathed with her father and the ice slowly started to recede “good.”

Once the room was back to normal Aisling relaxed “It just happened. I am sorry.”

Rowan chuckled “it’s fine and let’s just be happy it was ice.” And he winked at Aelin who was still following the exchange from the sofa. In response she sent a flaming hand to Rowan and slapped his backside. He turned to her and sent a fiery gust of wind to his mate and she laughed.

“Wanna do something fun?”

Aisling nodded.

“Then let’s all get dressed and go in the yard. We don’t want to risk ruin mum’s book collection.”

Ten minutes later the three of them were in the massive yard and Rowan was ready to play and show his daughter that magic could be fun.

A snow flurry appeared out of nowhere and playfully enveloped his daughter and mate and the women cackled at the feeling. Rowan released his magic and the two of them ended up with their coats covered in snow and it was his turn to laugh.

Aelin in turn created a small fire vortex and melted the snow around her.

“Come on Aisling, stop mum.”

The girl concentrated and slowly a block of ice started to form around the fire and once she was happy it was big enough she let it melt around it, thus killing her mother’s vortex of flames.

Aisling screamed excited.

“Well done my darling.”

“Now, do you remember when we tried to conjure things?” Asked Rowan who was beaming with pride.

Aisling nodded and created an otter made of ice. The animal started to run around her parents feet.

Aelin patted the ice animal and stood, looking at her daughter “let’s make things interesting.”

She flicked her hands and a dragon made of flames appeared in the air.

Her daughter looked up amazed at the beast. She then looked at her father and he nodded in approval and a sword made of ice appeared in her hands. Although she was only nine Rowan had been teaching her basic defensive skills but only with weapons of ice so far. He didn’t want his daughter to handle a real blade yet. Or never for all he cared.

The dragon circled around them and Aisling moved in position, remembering all her dad had taught her.

“I will slay you.” And she attacked the dragon, but the beast flew away and she missed, groaning in disappointment.

She tried a few more times but kept missing. Then she looked at her father almost begging for help when he winked at her. He was standing and watching the fight with his arms folded at his chest when Aelin squirmed “Rowan,” shouted Aelin while directing the dragon at him “stop tickling me.”

The man laughed “I am not doing anything, your majesty.”

She glared at her mate and went back playing with her daughter. 

Eventually Aisling did manage to slay the dragon which disappeared in a puff of smoke. She celebrated by jumping and the ice otter, which hadn’t disappeared, played with her.

“I killed the dragon.”

“Well done, my love. Was that fun?”

Aisling nodded “magic is so fun.”

In that instant Rowan created a snowball in his hand and threw it at his mate.

Aelin gasped outraged, bent over and moulded a ball in her hands and threw it at Rowan.

“Come on Aisling, you and me against dad.” 

The girl nodded and walked beside her mother. And where Aelin had to make each ball out of real snow, Aisling attacked her father with her magic until Rowan walked quickly to her, grabbed her and fell on the snow with his daughter in his arms. Then out of revenge he pulled Aelin’s skirt and she joined them on the snow.

Aelin threw a final ball on Rowan’s head and he ended up with his hair even whiter.

“Mum look, dad is like a snow creature from the Staghorns.”

Rowan lay content in the snow with his two women in his arms “tomorrow will slay more dragons. Your mum is rusty and she need to play with magic too.”

Aisling nestled in her father’s arms and thought that magic was not scary after all. 

[xenia-cenia]

Bennett x Fem!Reader - Aster

A/N: The last post kinda blew up so of COURSE I’m doing more in this style. Also he’s totally the son of the pyro archon I don’t take criticism 

Fun fact: at the end I legit started to blush a little bit. 

Trigger/Content Warnings: Regicide/murder, violence, PTSD/nightmares, kidnapping, light swearing

Word Count: 3,560

Request: No

Summary: Everything that has been Lost will eventually be found; be it Princesses or swords. 

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Very few places in Teyvat still bowed to royalty and Mondstadt was no different. 

The people of Mondstadt bowed to alcohol and freedom; the people of Liyue bowed to commerce and wealth.

But you did not hail from Mondstadt or Liyue - you were born into a country far away from Archons and Visions. A country that was set under siege 10 years ago, a country that lost its rulers with a swift slash of a sword.

Rumors spiraled of the young princess escaping with a woman who burned with embers in her eyes and infernos in her hands. Some say the women took the princess only to end the royal line herself, others say she raised the child as her own. As more and more time passed on, people agreed that the woman never existed and the princess died during the attacks.

“Bennett!” You shouted from the balcony overlooking the entryway of Mondstadt. The white-haired boy's head snapped up, a smile growing on his face. You jumped over the balcony and ran to him, “How was your adventure?”

“I found so much treasure!” He began sorting through his pockets and eventually brought out a small bag, he opened it and brought out a golden ring with a raven insignia pressed onto the blue jewel attached to it. He extended his hand and smiled shyly, you slowly set your right hand down on his extended hand. The ring slipped onto your finger perfectly.

“Woah,” you gaped at the ring, admiring the way the jewel seemed to absorb every bit of light, “Where did you find this?”

Bennett chuckled nervously, not wanting to tell you the truth of how many traps he fell into while receiving the ring, “J-just found it... y’know... lying around.” 

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes, “Benny...”

He scratched the back of his head and mumbled under his breath, “I only almost died like... twice.”

“Bennett!” You yelled and lightly smacked his arm, “Don’t risk your life for this stuff! We’ve talked about this.” 

“But you looked so happy when you saw the ring...” 

“And I’m happier each time you come home to me! Promise you won’t do this anymore!”

“But...”

“Promise!”

“Fine! Fine. I promise I won’t risk my life for gifts anymore.” He sighed but couldn’t contain the soft blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed them, “Really, thank you. I... just please don’t get hurt for me.”

He smiled brightly and kneeled slightly to match your height, “You’re the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me, (Y/N).”

You laughed and began to jog away, “Where did THAT come from? Barbatos save me, you’re so cute.” 

“Cute?!” Bennett half-laughed half-yelled in shock, “(Y/N)!” He started running after you, “(Y/N)! You can’t just say that and run away!”

“Come and catch me then!” You giggled as he chased after you. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to you, grab you by the waist, pick you up and spin you around. You laughed and looked at him, “How come I’m nearly as tall as you, yet you can still effortlessly pick me up?”

He smiled and nuzzled his chin into your hair, “I spend all day fighting hilichulrs and climbing mountains, did you think I couldn’t pick you up?”

“I guess I knew you could, I just didn’t think you would.” You spun out of his grasp and grabbed his hands, “Ooh, that reminds me! You have to hear about this story I just found!”

“Yeah?”

“It’s so cool! It’s about Vanessa...” as the two of you walked back to your small house, you regaled him with stories you had read that day, gushing over the vast history that Mondstadt had.

When you had finished talking, the moon had taken its rightful spot in the sky and called you and Bennett to sleep. You lied on the bed and waited to feel Bennett's warm body press against your chest, his heavy arms draped over your sides. Within moments of him getting into bed, he fell fast asleep. You smiled and buried your head under his chin, letting sleep overtake you.

Screams echoing in your ears, you bit your lip as tears fell down your cheeks. The dress you had treasured was torn and burnt, you could hear pounding footsteps outside your door, looking for your head to hang on a wall.

You didn’t know when this started, all you knew is that you needed to hide. You tried your best to block out the noise, but you could still hear their death thralls and see your parents extend their bloodied hands towards you. 

“Run.” They had whispered. And run you did.

You ran down the twisting corridors, you hid under your Father's desk and prayed to something - anything - that you would survive this and see your family again. But even as a 6-year-old, you knew that your chances of survival were slim to none.

Soft footsteps slowly made their way across the room, you felt heat begin to boil your skin. A woman kneeled down and set her blade on the ground.

“P... please don’t hurt me.” You shook.

She smiled; a warm and comforting smile, “Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?” 

You stared at her with wide eyes, your heart sinking into your stomach. This was the end. You were going to die here. Your family's legacy would crash and tumble, the last thing you’d see was this woman's bright green eyes and smile.

She outstretched her hand, “Come, Princess, I can save you.”

You woke up with a deep gasp, sweat and tears mixing on your face. You looked at Bennett who was still sound asleep, you slowly slid out of the bed and took deep breaths. 

How long was it since you’ve last this nightmare? What was it about sleeping next to Bennett that caused you to see the woman clearer? You shook the thoughts out of your head and decided to take a walk to clear your head.

Flower picking always seemed to calm you down. You crept outside your house and into the Mondstadt fields to reminisce in the familiar scents of flowers. You sat on the ground and quietly hummed to yourself, completely lost in thought, not noticing the figure watching you from a distance.

Slowly, he crept up to you until he grabbed your wrist. You jumped in shock and smiled nervously. “Hello?”

“What are you doing... out so late at night?”

“I... um, just picking flowers.” You used your left hand to gesture around, “It’s so pretty out, I just couldn’t sleep until I brought a few home for my boyfriend...”

“Oh?” The man kneeled down, “Boyfriend, eh? What’s he like?”

“He’s... well, he’s really unlucky.” You looked around to see if he had any allies with him - but even if he did you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight. You were more of a kind soul than a violent one. “He’s probably expecting me home any minute now, so I should really go...” you began to pull out of the man's grasp when he tightened his grip on your wrist.

“What a pretty ring.” He held your hand up to his eyes, “Not as pretty as you, of course.”

“T-Thank you?”

“Would you mind if we took a walk? I get a bit lonely walking through these fields all by myself.” He cheerily laughed.

“I... my b-boyfriend...”

He smiled brightly but his grip began to become painful, “I’m sure he won’t mind, will he? Oh, speaking of! I never got your name, how rude of me.”

“I really need to go.” You tried to pull out of his grasp again.

“Now, now. I know those eyes. Right, Princess?”

“Pri-” you began, but before you could finish your sentence he swung at your chin and you crumpled onto the ground.

“What a great find!” He chuckled to himself as he lifted your unconscious body over his shoulder, “The amount of money we’ll get for her...”

Bennett woke up the same way he does every day: with a sore neck and on the floor. He sighed and sat up, happy that he remembered to put pillows on the floor last night. He looked at the empty bed and smiled to himself, you were probably out picking flowers or meeting with some of your friends. It always made him happy that you had things to do while he was out adventuring, but it always made him happier when you stayed near the city.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you. You weren’t naive or sheltered just... not someone cut out for battle. He had tried countless times to teach you how to fight, even got his Dads involved, but you always seemed hopeless. 

Your stance was wrong, you’d drop the sword or you’d nearly poke someone's eye out. Eventually, you decided to just stay near. Stay safe. Fighting simply wasn’t your thing - and that’s fine! He’d be okay with it either way. 

He changed into his clothes, headed out of his house, and walked around Mondstadt. Katheryne smiled and waved hello, he walked over to her and asked about new commissions. She gave him 4 more and bid him good luck, before he set out he asked if she’d seen you today.

“(Y/N)?” She rocked back and forth on her heels, “No... I don’t think so.”

Bennett felt concern but quickly shook it away, “Tell me if you see her!” 

As he set out on his commissions, he found himself being distracted. Not seeing you when he woke up was normal enough, but Katheryne not seeing you? That was weird. He only even asked as a formality - Katheryne always saw you. She always chatted with you before you met up for midday tea. 

He palmed the hilt of his sword as he began walking to his second commission of the day, completely lost in thought and not noticing the small hole in the ground. One misstep was all it took for Bennett to trip and roll his ankle.

Bennett winced in pain and slowly brought himself out of the hole, “Just my luck, huh...” He reached into his backpack, pulled out medical supplies, and set to work on mending his wounds. On the ground, he spotted a few picked windwheel asters scattered around. He pulled himself over to them and smiled to himself, imagining the smile on your face when he brought your favorite Mondstadt specialty home to you. 

As he twirled the windwheel aster between his fingers, he recalled his earlier unease. With a quick shake of his head, he replaced it with happier thoughts. He pulled himself up, tucked the windwheel aster into his belt, and headed home.

The unlucky boy more stumbled than walked home, beating the pain with fantasies of your smile.

As he arrived back in Mondstadt, he walked over to Katheryne who perked up when she saw him.

“Bennett!” She called, “You’ve been gone a while. Did you complete your commissions?”

“Not really,” he laughed quietly, “ended up rolling my ankle.”

“Oooh,” her eyebrows knit together, “I think Barbara is still working tonight.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. I can just sleep it off.” He began to step away when he remembered something, he knocked onto the counter with his gloved hand and shot a big smile, “Oh, that reminds me. Have you seen (Y/N) at all?”

Katherynes concern fell into nervousness, “I... I was going to ask you that.”

“I gotta go.” He broke out into a sprint towards your house, the pain from his ankle seemed insignificant compared to his pounding heart. As if some lucky break, he didn’t trip or run into anyone on his way home. 

He threw the door open and yelled, “(Y/N)?!” No response. He searched each room in the house, tearing apart every spot that you could even possibly be hiding in before ran to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. He practically barreled through the door to the library and with heavy breaths looked a startled Lisa in the eyes.

“Bennett?” She took a second to regain her composure, “Oh, actually, have you seen (Y/N) lately? We just got a new book I think she’d-”

Before she could finish, Bennett left the library and ran into the Acting Grand Masters office.

“Master Jean!” He panted, his arms shaking as he held the edges of the doorframe.

Jean looked up at him, piles of paperwork covering her desk, “Can I help you?”

“Yes! Yes, you can!” He walked into the room, tripped over his feet, got up, and sat down in the chair, “You’ve heard of (Y/N), right?”

“(Y/N)...” she repeated, “Oh, yes. I have. She helps me out every now and then.”

“Have you seen her at all today?”

Jean leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen against her lips, “No, I can’t say I have. Why?”

Bennett groaned and leaned forward, “I don’t know where she is! I woke up today and she was gone, which, yeah, is pretty normal for her but still! Not you, Katheryne, or Lisa have seen her! I’m really scared - she can’t fight and she keeps going out to pick flowers really far away! Please, please help me find her.”

She folded her hands, “What’s your name?”

“B-Bennett!”

“Bennett. Take Lisa with you and look around Mondstadt. If you still can’t find her, come back to me and we’ll discuss this again. Understood?”

“I’ve looked around Mondstadt!”

“Okay,” she exhaled, “I’ll organize a search party.” Jean stood, grabbed her vision, and walked with purpose.

Bennett sat in the chair, shaking. “(Y/N)... where are you...”

You woke up with a pounding headache and with something wet pressed against the side of your face. There was a tight rope binding your hands behind your back and chains connecting your feet to a small metal cage you were trapped in. You sat up and took deep breaths, trying to recall what happened.

“1 million mora? For a princess? We can do better than that.” A voice sneered.

“How do we know she’s really the princess?”

“Wait until you see her eyes! The Lost (L/N) Princess and she fell right into our hands! Hah! How lucky!”

You looked around your surroundings, other than the cage you were in, it seemed like a normal campsite. You didn’t quite recognize the area you were in and that worried you.

“H... hey!” You called out. The two voices fell quiet and eventually, two men came into your view.

“You’re awake.” A young man with orange eyes and dusty brown hair spoke, a purple face mask concealing his mouth and nose.

You narrowed your eyes at him, recognizing him as the man who took you hostage, “Where am I?”

The second man who had a hat covering his face kneeled in front of you, happiness beaming in his light blue eyes, “Well, I’ll be damned. It really is her.” 

He grabbed the chains on your feet and pulled you towards him, “I’ve been looking for you for so long.”

“Let me go.” You growled, “I swear to god when Benny finds you-”

“Benny?” The man wearing the hat turned towards the masked man, “Whose Benny?”

“Her boyfriend, probably.” 

“Hmm...” he leaned back and thought for a moment, “Well, you know what they say about loose ends...”

“W...wait.” Panic began to tear through your body, “Wait, please don’t. Oh, god, no. Please don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you ask just... please.”

“Anything?” 

“Anything.”

“Well, stay put.” He opened the door on the cage and motioned for you to open your mouth, you complied. He ripped a piece of cloth off your clothes and tied it around your mouth, “Can’t have you screaming for help now, can we?” He chuckled and shut the cage again.

“What do we do now?” The masked man stood, anxiously bouncing on his heels.

“Find the boy.”

“And?”

“Well,” the man sat in front of your cage, pulling down his mask and showing you a bright grin, “See how much he wants his beloved back.”

You glared at him with tears in your eyes, trying to push the gag out of your mouth but to no avail. 

Bennett sat on your bed, trying to keep himself from crying. 3 days. 3 days you’ve been missing. He wrapped himself in your clothes, taking deep breaths and trying to smell you on whatever remnant he had left.

The smell was fading.

He choked back tears and focused on you. Your smile, your voice, your favorite story, anything. Anything at all.

A loud knock at his door made him jump. Excitement and nervousness built into his feet as he ran to the door, maybe the Knights found you, maybe it was you. He threw the door open and saw a small slip of paper on the ground. With shaking hands, he picked it up, and when he finished reading its contents he couldn’t stop himself from crying or collapsing onto the ground.

Benny -

You probably want to know where (Y/N) is. She’s safe. For now, at least.

You have 24 hours to either get 30 million mora or something of equal value to 

get her back safely. If you miss the deadline, we will sell her to the highest bidder. Deliver the money to the great tree in Windrise.

Come alone.

Proof that we have her is attached.

On the other side was a lock of your hair. He clutched it to his chest before carefully tucking it into his satchel, and just like that he took off searching for each mora or item in your house that could even possibly have value. 

He would have sold the clothes off his back if it meant he’d see you again. But in the end, he fell short. 

Not even 1 million mora.

He walked to the great tree, hoping he could strike some sort of deal. With his sword at his hip, he knew what he had to do.

The unlucky boy shook as he set the sword against the tree, his eyes filled with tears as a single man came from the shadows.

“You didn’t bring anything?” He scoffed, “She really loves you more than you love her.”

“She... she’s alive? Thank... thank the Archons.” His head drooped in relief, “M-my sword. It’s worth at least 30 million mora. Take it.” 

The man stepped forward and inspected the sword, “Hm.” He practiced a few slashes with it, “Yes, this seems like it’ll catch a fair price.” 

“Where is she?” He pulled himself to his feet, “I gave you what you wanted... where is she?”

He laughed under his mask, “Long gone. As we speak, she’s being pawned off.” 

“Wh... what?” Bennett stepped forward, “I did what you asked.”

“Yes, you did. A 30 million mora sword and whatever she sells for... now my buddies and I will have the life we’ve always wanted.” 

“That’s not fair.” He began to feel his blood boil under his skin, “You... you can’t do that.” 

Bennett saw red, and the next thing he knew his sword was back in his hands and he was marching directly to you.

Wrath and fear forced his body on and it only increased tenfold as he saw a group of people standing around a cage, one of the men counting mora as he loudly spoke about your name to the onlookers.

Fire roared inside of him, their arrows and swords burned the moment he got near. Everything was burned to ash, except for you. He turned to the cage and felt his chest constrict as he saw tears pooling down your face and a gag keeping you silent.

He dropped his sword and ran over to the cage, it didn’t take him long to open the lock and remove the gag.

“Benny!” You gasped when you could speak, “Oh, god, Benny, I was so scared. T-They... they said they were going to kill you.” 

“I’m here, it’s okay.” He broke the chains off your feet and untied the rope around your hands, “Can you walk?”

“I... I think?” He helped you out of the cage, but you immediately stumbled when you touched the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and caught you.

“I’ll carry you. Are you tired?” He sat you on the ground for a moment as he sheathed his sword, before picking you up bridal style and making sure to tighten his hands around so he wouldn’t drop you.

“A... a little.”

“I bet,” he beamed, “Bennys Adventure Team is here to help you!”

Your laughter dissolved into coughing.

Bennett frowned and held you close, “When we get home, I’ll read you a story.”

“About Vanessa?”

“About anything you want.”

You leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, “As long as it’s you... I don’t care what it is.”

He was going to respond, but he noticed your eyes fall shut. He leaned down to make sure you were still breathing, smiled to himself, and began the long trek home.

Whenever you wanted to pick flowers or do anything outside of the city, he’d always offer to come with you. He doesn’t want you to go missing again. At night, he draws you close against his chest as he sleeps.  

[lacontroller1991]

Jealous Much? (Negan x OFC)

Requested by @negans-attagirl​ :After his imprisonment at Alexandria, he is free and alone until he meets OC (in her twenties) and actually saves him from a herd/ he starts to follow her, being a sassy daddy as always and flirts with her but she resists a long time. They meet another survivor (More in oc age) and negan gets jealous and mad. They get lead into an ambush by the new guy, are able to escape and maybe in the heat of the moment the smut happens.

Warnings: Smut 18+ oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, cream pie, language

Author’s note: I am so sorry it’s super conversation heavy but I promise the smut won't be 😊

@negans-attagirl​ @not-too-tall-for-trick​

Jess could hear them before she saw them, their groans echoing through the forrest. Climbing up a tree, she looked through the herd, seeing what could’ve gotten them riled up. Raising her binoculars up to her face, she saw a man in the middle, bashing walker’s heads with a metal pipe, although he was getting quickly outnumbered.

“Shit,” she whispered to herself, jumping down from the tree and rushing to the guy’s aid. Drawing out her sword, she was quick to live the walkers’ heads, blood splattering against her face. The guy looked at her for a split second before returning to kill them. After the herd was dead, Jess looked at the guy.

“Hell were you thinking?” She asked, panting and wiping the blood from her blade.

“That’s no way to talk to a stranger,” he replied, “the name’s Negan.”

“The name’s I don’t care,” she spat out, walking away and leaving him alone.

“Hey! What are you doing out here?” Negan asked, tailing Jess.

“Survivin’.”

“By yourself? Surely there's a man with you,” he stated but was immediately pushed against a tree with a blade to his throat.

“I don't need a man,” pulling away the knife, Jess stared into his eyes.

“I don't have no where to go.”

“Not my problem.”

“Can I stay here with you? I can help out with whatever you need,” Negan begged as she pulled her brown hair back.

“What I need is for you to leave me alone.”

“Come on babe, don’t be like.”

“I’m not your babe.”

“But you could be,” and truth be told, Jess wasn't completely opposed to the idea. It's been a while since she’s seen a human, and even longer since she’s had physical touch, but she knew. Everyone dies.

“Fine, but I live in the woods,” she mentioned as he nodded following her closely.

“You know, you remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

“Guy name Daryl. Quiet, tempered, doesn’t take bullshit.”

“Crossbow guy?” Jess asked as Negan nodded.

“Yeah, he's an asshole,” he chuckled as she smirked.

“I know. Was with them back in Atlanta, they were too chaotic.”

“That they are. ‘Specially Rick. Made my life a living hell.”

“They have good intentions, just wrong way of going about it.”

“Very wrong, cost me my life,” he replied as she nodded her head, eyeing a deer. Shushing Negan, Jess slowly crept up to the deer, aiming her bow and releasing an arrow, killing the deer.

“Wanna skin it?” She asked him as he shook his head. Shrugging, she plunger her knife into the deer, spilling out its guts.

“That’s disgusting as shit,” he stated as she let out a chuckle before looking up at him.

“Never done this?”

“I had people for it,” looking down at her, he noticed a small smile that radiated her face.

“Well, it’s dinner for the next couple of days.”

She hated to admit it, but Negan had actually grown on her, never failing to make her smile. She had to constantly remind herself that she could not get attached to him. Not now. As they were walking around, staying out of sight, their attention was quickly grabbed by a cry for help. Jess was quick to rush to the aid until an arm held her back.

“We don't know who that pussy is,” he spoke softly as she looked at him and smacked his arm, “what?”

“I seem to recall saving your ass.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t screaming like a pansy,” she chuckled before running to help the person. Slicing through walkers, she looked down at the guy who seemed to be her age. He had a strong jawline with curly brown hair and green eyes. Offering him a hand, she pulled him up as she dusted himself off.

“Thanks, I could’ve sworn I was about to die,” he mentioned with a smile that Negan could see right through.

“You have a camp?” Negan asked before Jess could say anything.

“I did, got over run by moaners,” he replied, Negan wasn’t buying it but Jess was.

“What's your name?” She asked softly as the guy gave her a smile.

“Jack,” he replied as Negan leaned over into her ear.

“Something isn’t sitting right with me,” he whispered as she shot him a glare.

“Nothing sits right with you.”

“You do,” winking at her, he pulled out a gun he found and pointed it at Jack.

“Woah buddy.”

“Negan!”

“We can’t trust him.”

“I trusted you,” she retorted as he sighed, lowering the gun but never taking his eyes off of the guy.

“He your dad?” Jack asked as Jess laughed, shaking her head.

“Nah, just a stray.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” Negan stated as looked between the two of them.

“Oh hush,” Jess directed at Negan before turning her head back to Jack, “how about you come with us? We have food and water.”

“I’d like that.”

As the weeks passed, Negan was growing antsy. Missing the way that she used to be his and only his, though never officially. He cringed whenever Jess and Jack would flirt with each other, giving each other small touches and lingering stares. What Negan didn’t know was that Jess was just trying to make Negan jealous. He made her feel things she never thought she would feel again in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. For all she knew, it wasn’t working. But it was. She was coming back from a hunt with Jack when Negan pulled her to the side, glaring down at Jack before he got the hint and scurried off to leave the two of them to talk.

“What are you doing?” She asked harshly as he gave her a disappointed look.

“Jess, I get that you’re trying to help this asshole, but doesn’t something feel off to you?” He reasoned with her while she pondered in thought, trying to think of all the times her and Jack had talked.

“Are you jealous, Negan?” She questioned with a smirk as he groaned and shook his head.

“No, something isn’t right.”

“You’re just paranoid,” she stated as he stared at her.

“You’re not listening to me. He’s dangerous, I know his type.”

“Get over it, he’s staying.”

“Whatever, I need to take a walk,” he mentioned, throwing his hands up in the air as he walked away from camp. She didn’t notice that Jack had snuck up from behind her until he spoke.

“Everything okay?” He asked as she shook her head.

“He’s just being difficult. He’s normally not like this.”

“Come with me, I know a place to clear your head,” Jack replied as she looked at him with concern.

“I don’t know, we need to skin these rabbits before they go bad.”

“Come one, it’ll be fun!” He begged as she let out a smile before agreeing, allowing him to lead her deep into the woods.

It was not fun. Her head pounded as blood flowed down her temple, looking around the underground cell, trying to find an escape. After finding none, she kicked the mattress that they had supplied for her.

“Fuck,” she shouted out in frustration before sinking to the floor, running her hands through her hair. She didn’t remember anything after Jack had led her into the woods and knocked her out. She had no clue where she was nor how she got there. One thing she did know for sure. Negan was right. Slowly, she let her eyes drift close, falling into a dreamless sleep.

She was awoken by the cell door opening. Expecting it to be Jack or one of his companions, she immediately cowered away from the door but a pair of arms wrapped around her in comfort.

“Negan?” She asked, voice cracking from being dehydrated and tired.

“Let’s get you outta here baby doll,” he whispered, picking her up in his arms and carrying her out of the cell.

“How are we gonna get out?”

“I killed them. Once I figured out what happened, I tracked you to here and killed them. They’ll probably be turning any minute now so we gotta move.”

“You were right,” he looked down at her and moved a strand of hair out of her face before kissing her temple.

“It's okay, let’s just go.” Running through the woods with you in his arms, he looked around to make sure no walkers were following them before setting you down in a cave that he had found while tracking you. It would have to do for the night. Removing his jacket, he immediately wrapped it around her as she shook from shock and the cold. 

The air was tense around the pair, Negan desperately wanting to brag about being right and Jess in shame for not listening to him.

“How did you know about him?” She asked cautiously as he handed her a canteen.

“It takes one to know one. I’ve seen many people like him so I just figured, plus he’s strong, if he couldn’t take care of 10 walkers by himself then something must’ve been up.”

“I should’ve listened. I’m sorry,” shuffling closer to him, she leaned her head on his shoulder as he let out a sigh.

“Don’t be. You didn't know,” he commented, wrapping his arm around her smaller frame, pulling her in closer for heat. She looked up at him with a small smile before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Thank you.”

“Well shit, if I had known saving a pretty thing like yourself would’ve gotten me a kiss, I would do it a thousand times over,” he stated as she let out a snort before shrugging his jacket and arm off, straddling his lap, her face being illuminated by the soft glow of the fire place.

“I was flirting with him to make you jealous,” admitting to her little secret, he looked up at her with a smile.

“It worked.” Crashing his lips to hers, his arms immediately wrapped around her waist as she deepened the kiss, placing her hands on his cheeks, running her hands through his stubble. Pulling away, they gasped for air while Jess’s hands moved to her shirt. Tugging at the hem, she quickly pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her in a bra.

“Are we doing this now? Because I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this,” he whispered as she smiled down, reaching back to unclasp her bra. 

“Shut up and make me feel good,” she commanded as he gave a mock salute, turning them over and running kisses down her jawline and onto her chest, leaving open mouthed kisses along her breasts. She arched her back into his touch, needing to feel more, and judging by the growing bulge in his pants, she knew he needed more too. Moving his mouth to her nipple, he swirled the bud around his mouth as she released a moan, clutching her hands in his hair, tugging at the slightly greying strands that reached the back of his neck. He moved off of her before trailing kisses down to her waistband and looked up at her. With a nod in confirmation, her skin shivered with anticipation as he undid the buckle and button. Pulling down her pants, he took a moment to admire the view of her panties soaked with her arousal.

“All that for me baby?”

“Negan, please,” she moaned as he smirked, removing the pants before placing a kiss on her covered clit. He groaned when he could taste her wetness through her underwear. Moving her underwear to the side, he laid his tongue flat against her folds as she gasped out loudly. Moving his tongue up and down, he collected her wetness before stopping and removing her panties. Going back down, he placed his mouth on her clit and began sucking on the bundle of nerves, swirling it around his tongue as he entered a finger inside of her, causing her to start panting heavily.

Adding another finger, he began pumping them in and out, fingers wet with her juices. Curling them inside of her, he continue to lap up her clit as her hands found their way back to his hair, messing up his neat hairdo, not that he minded. Groaning against her, he could feel the ache in his pants getting more painful with all of her sounds he was eliciting. Suddenly, he blew on her clit and flicked it with his other hand and he could tell she was getting close by the way her walls were starting to constrict around his fingers.

“Cum for me baby,” he commanded, pulling at her sensitive spot before she let out a shout and came over his hand. Coaxing her through it, he saw her smile down at him, a thin layer of sweat forming against her body. Pulling his fingers out, he licked them, letting out a moan before moving down to his tent and rubbed his dick, trying to release some pressure.

“Oh God, Negan. I need you.”

“Say less,” he chuckled, moving his hands to unbutton his pants and pushing them down. Grabbing her hips, he moved her up to his lap, rubbing his dick against her wet folds.

“You ready?” Nodding her head, he gently pushed his tip in, both of them groaning at the sensation before he pushed in farther, giving her some time to adjust to his size.

“You can move,” she stated, relishing in the feeling of him completely filling her out, causing her walls to stretch around him. He pulled out before slamming back into her as she moaned, moving up so that she was now on top of him. 

“God baby, you’re sexy as fuck,” he groaned out as he clutched her hips in his hands, pushing her down onto him. She clutched onto his shoulders as he thrusted up into her. He watched the way her boobs bounced with each thrust and with each thrust he was getting closer as was she. Moving her off of him, he laid her down and wrapped her left on his waist while the other went on his shoulder, allowing him a different access angle that had them both panting messes. Pivoting his hips, he thrusted back in, hitting her g-spot. 

“Harder,” it was barely a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear as he continued snapping his hips against hers, creating a friction against her clit. Reaching down, her hand gently touched her clit and rubbed it harshly, trying to reach her orgasm. 

“Negan, I’m close,” he understood those words perfectly clear as his thrusts became more erratic, trying to help her reach her high. Her eyes closed in bliss as her walls clamped down on his cock, coming over it. His hands went to her breasts and grabbed them, not slowing down as he was near the end. 

“Cum inside of me.”

“Ya sure babydoll?”

“Oh my God, yes, please, yes.” Pumping into her a few more times he released his load with a loud groan. He looked down and saw his cum to start dripping out of her. He swore he could come again at the sight. Pulling out of her, he continued to watch the way her pussy pulsed out his cum before collapsing next to her and taking her hand in his, gently kissing her knuckles.

“That was fun,” she commented, trying to catch her breath as he looked over at her.

“Much needed and waited.”

“Tell me Negan, have you thought about fucking me this whole time?”

“Every fucking night,” he admitted, thinking back to all of the nights he had to sneak off to relieve himself. 

“Good, because this is not done.”

“Wouldn’t count on it baby girl.”

Author’s Note: AHHH. HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[redloftwingfeathers]

I feel like talking about the shit Zelda not only had to put up with but also what she subconsciously summoned herself and you're going to sit and listen and maybe cry with me okay? Okay.

While I don't think that was very cash-money of 'Hylia' to make Zelda wait until she's reached true, unrelenting despair to finally find her light, it made me wonder how everything came into play that made her journey so painstakingly hard, and not just Hylia pulling fast ones from the clouds. (Trust me I wanted to blame the goddess so bad after that moving performance at the spring of power but wait!! there's more!)

Things I'm looking at are specifically Zelda's anxieties of wanting to be a scholar but having to throw herself to the dogs of religion to keep Rhoam happy, the HEAVY depression she carries with not just from the loss of her mother but also just constantly being berated by her father and feeling like she's not good enough for Hylia, the jealousy and anger she harbors towards Link in their beginnings and how it effects her growth.

All of these are things (coming from someone who is very mentally ill) are ingredients that distract Zelda from her goals, intentional or not.

Zelda has a classic case of "I wanna do This Thing (studying, traveling) but I have to do That Thing (religion, strict orders) instead and now the fun is sucked out of it and my mind is buzzing and now I don't know what to do girl (hylia) HELP"

What's even worse is despite her hand-picked maturity, she KNOWS what is right and what she needs to do (her level of self awareness is impeccable sometimes) but she is still just a child in the end, wanting to live her life without dictation, which causes frustration and anger and can lead to self-doubts.

Starting with the loss of her mother, Rhoam claims that Zelda did not cry at all during the ceremony, and that it proved to him he could still be a strong king with how unwavering his daughter was. And although that's shown as an "awe inspiring" moment, it shows Rhoam does not understand how the processing of grief registers differently amongst people, especially children. She may have not showed it when she was, what, 6? (Not every normal 6 year old understands the fragility of mortality) but you can definitely see it affects her later on as Zelda grows older. It may not be entirely visible at first, but the way they portray it in HWAoC (I know its not entirely canon but bare with me on this) she longs for her mother's advice and comfort when her pleas and ideas fall deaf on the king's ears. Her mother seemed to be a very wise and compassionate queen, where Rhoam is a wise and a very bite-the-bullet king.

When stakes are high he trusts what he thinks needs to be done, and he enforces Zelda to finish her training Because she is part of his plan to push back the calamity. He knows protocol, and there's no room for creative thinking when the land of Hyrule is in danger. (Disclaimer: I hate Rhoam but I can also try to see what Nintendo was doing. He's not intentionally mean, he's an assertive dad that wants to see his daughter succeed (and also hella depressed) but he's really fucking bad at it and comes off as a dickhead. He is the embodiment of a boomer that does things the old fashioned way to get things done).

But all of this pressure he is putting on her, taking away things that make her happy so they don't distract her from her duty, shooting down her ideas because he wouldn't know how to even approach it from his standpoint, it really does a number on Zelda and really births her insecurities.

No matter how hard she prays and dedicates herself to Hylia, it doesn't work. Her mind is distracted, filled with fear and very little hope that the magic isn't Working. What even kicks me in the jaw more is that she's putting all of her effort into these prayers, and it's not even her wish she's making. It's Rhoam's wish. Her Ancestral Family's wish. That's why it hasn't sparked. She's praying on the behalf of her father and ancestors and not herself because she firmly believes there's other ways to settle the score. Zelda knows the importance of her role but its just not clicking when someone else is forcing you to do it. It just doesn't work like that.

Moving onto her liaison with Link, she is, well, in the beginning very irritated with him. Even a little bit after being chosen by Fi. But I don't think she MEANS to be angry at Link, he didn't do anything wrong in all honesty. She shouldn't take out her anger on him, but she's jealous, and he exists...so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When Link is suddenly chosen by the sword at a drop of a hat?? Yeah she's relieved, but there's also undertones of resentment. All of her Champions are here at the ready and she's still trying to figure out what shoe goes on first. She is the goddamn Princess of Hyrule, one who carries the blood of Hylia in her veins, and this random tiny knight who, mind you, fought tooth and nail to be her escort ends up finding his role before her? She is riding the struggle mule up Mount Lanayru (and I don't really blame her). And when she's exploring the shrines?? She makes it very clear to him she can work independently and does not need an escort, which although understood (freedom is a peace everyone strives for) she is careless regardless of her careful planning and efforts. She's a Princess, wandering Hyrule unarmed (and without her powers) with a horse as her only mode of transportation. You won't see yourself as a target even if they're pinned on your back, and with her determination to utilize these mysterious shrines as more Sheikah tech is being discovered is making her blind in remembering where she's placed in social status. It's dangerous, and I'm glad Link is there to see what she fails to see.

That's another thing too. As they progress and strengthen their friendship, Zelda sees Link as a mirror to question what her role really means. She uses him as guidance to help understand her situation, asking him "If you were told your whole life This is what you're meant to do, to take up your family's legacy...but one day realize this isn't what you want, would you still take the path you've been told to take?" In this case I think it's safe to say this is what Link knew he wanted. He loves being an aid to those in need, and becoming a knight despite following his father's path, this felt like his true calling. The spirit of the hero is VERY strong in his soul, and when he sees someone in need of help [Zelda] he's going to aid them whether they want it or not.

But Zelda still feels so lost, she feels so disconnected from her ancestors, as the previous daughters in the royal families were Given their powers at birth and meant to be awakened when the time has come. They were all given the gift of premonition, to be a medium for Hylia and a messenger of the gods, and overall able to keep Ganon away from the world no matter how many times he crawls back from the depths of hell. Being told your whole life you're meant to be like your ancestors, but not being able to fulfill any of those roles? It makes the past seem like one giant fairy tale when in you're in BotW Zelda's shoes.

No voices, no premonitions, no secret awakenings...Nothing.

At this moment, I finally understood why Urbosa said to Revali about Link. She said he is a constant reminder of Zelda's own failures. Link found his calling by following his instinct. Zelda has yet to figure out what she really wants, and is clouded by judgements not only from her father and people, but from herself too. With every passing day she is undergoing a meltdown, questioning if she is even meant to be apart of this whole plan anymore, probably something among the lines of "Was it meant to be someone else? I'm the only daughter, and yet I can't even do my one job." She lost everyone and everything, she's frightened, it feels like she's lost her faith in the gods, or even dare say, the gods lost faith in her.

But through absolute despair when Link just about gives his life for her protection, that's when it all clicked. She found her power and strength through Link, who was the one that, all this time, taught her about what she needed to do to awaken her powers without even directly telling her. Every conversation she had with him, she saw herself in Link. She saw all the effort he gave into becoming a royal knight, the unwavering determination in his eyes with every Lynel he slew, a never ending supply of optimism and hope no matter how high the stakes were. And yet he was also Free. He followed his path blindly, not even knowing where he'd end up, as long as he knew he was

able to protect those in need. And she wanted that.

He was her mirror, and Zelda managed to awaken herself when that mirror cracked.

Living the burden of being part of a prophecy and saying you're ready for anything, is very reckless. Understanding the heaviness that comes with sacrifice is not truly understood until it starts happening to you.

Zelda found her wish, her independence through Link. Her mind is finally clear and she understands what her role means in all of this.

She is meant to protect, to save, to understand more than just personal loss.

Zelda couldn't stand by idly anymore after everyone told her to do something else and let others handle the job. That was the last straw when Link stood in front of her, shield weak but at the ready when that guardian approached. She saw the desperation and said NO, which finally broke her seal. She chose to sacrifice herself, igniting her powers just as Hylia did for her people. She chose to save her last, literally dying hope, because Ganon cannot be fought alone.

He was the connection, the literal link, she needed to awaken her powers. And I just find that so fucking great.

Anyways thanks for coming to my TED talk I've been typing this for like 4 hours now

[havenoffandoms]

Geraskier 18 pls 💜 (@geraskier-trashh)

Heeeey there @geraskier-trashh, thanks for the prompt. I’m so glad someone requested Geraskier <3 and at the same time I feel like I didn’t do the prompt justice. I rewrote this three times before I settled on this. It’s soft, it’s got a hint of angst if you squint, but mostly it’s supportive boyfriend Jaskier and tired dad Geralt. 

Here’s the prompt list for those who want to request some.

Geralt x Jaskier: “You make me feel like I’m not good enough” (prompt 18)

“Wrong,” Geralt grates as he watches Ciri land on her left foot and nearly losing her balance, “Footwork. These kinds of mistakes get you killed on the Path. Don’t overdo the pirouettes. Do you think we’re running a circus here?”

Jaskier raises his eyes from the book he’s reading and watches Ciri reposition herself on the pendulum while and readjust her grip on her training sword, her breathing coming in short laboured puffs. Judging by the position of the sun, a couple of hours had passed since she started her training. Jaskier feels a chill course through him as the sun is obscured by dark menacing clouds. 

“Footwork. Ciri, are you trying to wind me up today? C’mon, you can do better than this. Much better. Pirouette. Keep your sword raised.”

“Why are you so mean today?” Ciri snaps before throwing her sword at Geralt’s feet. Jaskier can sense the tension rising and decides to abandon his book for the time being. He rises to his feet and walks up to Geralt where he places a grounding hand on the witcher’s lower back.

“I’m training you, Ciri. You’re in a witcher school, not at the Cintran court anymore. If I don’t correct your mistakes, you will internalise them.”

“I’m tired, Geralt,” Ciri whines, and in her defence, the girl looks positively exhausted, “can we please stop training? I want a bath and food”. There are dark rings under Ciri’s eyes, a detail that Jaskier didn’t notice until now, and it appears that she’s struggling to stand on her own two feet. Jaskier goes to comment on her condition when Geralt interrupts him.

“You think the Path will be lenient with you? You think you’ll get to enjoy a bath or unlimited food whenever you like?”

“Geralt, dear heart,” Jaskier decides to intervene when he sees tears of frustration well up in Ciri’s eyes, “you’ve been training for hours now. The girl needs to rest.”

“She needs to improve her fighting skills,” Geralt maintains as he picks up Ciri’s sword and hands it back to her, “again, and concentrate this time.”

Ciri glares at him, her hands balling into fists at her side. Rather than do as she was told, Ciri jumps off the pendulum with a flip and struts past Geralt, her nose sticking up haughtily as she pointedly avoids making eye contact with her mentor and flicks her hair. Geralt, who doesn’t appreciate her bratty attitude, is quick to grab her by the shoulder. 

“Young lady - “

“Why are you so mean today?” Ciri screams at him, her tears now freely running down her cheeks, “you make me feel like I’m not good enough. Like I’ll never be good enough! I get it, I’m a stupid little girl who will never be as strong as you. I will never be a good witcher, so why bother with my training if I’m clearly so hopeless?”

Ciri wriggles free from Geralt’s grip and takes off in the direction of the keep, not even looking back when Jaskier calls after her. He knows there’s no point in chasing the girl, not when she was clearly that upset. Next to him, Geralt heaves an exasperated sigh before muttering a crude ‘fuck’ under his breath. Jaskier offers him a sad smile.  

“She’s tired. You’re both tired. Give her some time.”

“She’s… Jaskier, she’s not ready,” Geralt tells him, his tone heavy with all the emotions the white wolf will never bring himself to speak out loud, “she’s not ready. I feel like I failed her.”

“Failed her? Whatever do you mean, dear heart?” 

Geralt meets Jaskier’s eyes and what the bard sees reflected in those amber orbs - the genuine concern, the guilt, the raw vulnerability - tugs at Jaskier’s heartstrings. Geralt is not the easiest person to read but occasionally he will wear his heart on his sleeve. Only for Jaskier. He didn’t trust this part of himself to anyone but Jaskier. 

“I’ve been neglecting her training. I’ve delegated much of it to Lambert and Eskel. I hated training the younger recruits back in the day, it’s just so… hard. I haven’t got the patience for it. The moves I teach her seem so obvious and easy to me and I don’t understand why she’s struggling so much with them.”

“Well, for one,” Jaskier’s hands both come to rest on Geralt’s hips so he can pull the witcher closer until their lips are mere inches apart, “she’s a child. She tires easily and you can’t expect her to keep up with your witcher stamina. Also,” Jaskier proceeds to press a single featherlight kiss to Geralt’s neck, “you don’t praise her enough. You point out her mistakes, but you don’t highlight her achievements. It’s not surprising that Ciri feels like she’s not doing anything right even though her technique is for the most part very good.”

“Of course her technique is very good. She needs to watch out for those little mistakes, those are the ones that - “

“Shh, listen to me!” Jaskier gently orders, his lips travelling up Geralt’s throat and kissing the spot right below his ear. Jaskier smiles when he feels the witcher relax under his ministrations. “You’re a perfectionist, Geralt, I know this. Remember that time you slayed not one, but two, royal griffins and all you could think about was how you didn’t mix your Grapeshot bombs correctly so they weren’t as powerful as they should’ve been?”

“A witcher should always check his equipment before going into a contract.”

“Hmm, you don’t have to parrot Vesemir’s words back at me, my love.” Jaskier finally indulged Geralt and locked their lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all his love and affection into the gesture. Geralt finally melts in Jaskier’s arms and buries his face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck, inhaling the comforting scent of sandalwood mixed with a faint hint of sweat. “You really should take it easy on Ciri. She’s not as hardy as you, Lambert or Eskel.”

“I know.” Geralt sighs into Jaskier’s neck, the action sending a pleasant shiver coursing down the length of Jaskier’s spine. “Fuck, she must hate me.”

“She doesn’t hate you, Geralt. She’s irritated now, but she’ll forgive you. She always forgives you.”

“Hmm. So do you,” Geralt leaves a trail of kisses along Jaskier’s neck. The latter lets out a shaky breath, but wills himself to keep a clear head if only for Geralt’s sake. “I don’t deserve either of you.”

“Well, you’re stuck with us now,” Jaskier grins when his words pull a warm chortle from Geralt, “no backsies.”

Geralt pulls away enough so he can gaze softly into Jaskier’s eyes. 

“No, no backsies indeed. How do you think I can make up for my foul mood today?”

“Well, Ciri and I have been mentioning ice-skating for a while now,” Jaskier suggests with an air of faux innocence as he flutters his pretty eyelashes at Geralt. The witcher raises an amused eyebrow in response. 

“I have heard you mention ice-skating. Not so much Ciri…”

“She’ll love it, I’m sure,” Jaskier assures his lover with a mischievous grin and a vague gesture of the hand, “so? Ice-Skating?”

Geralt rolls his eyes fondly before stealing a furtive kiss from Jaskier.

“Fine. Ice-skating it is.”

Geralt’s tone might be one of resentment, but the look in his eyes is one of pure adoration. Jaskier smiles. This moment, right there, is the stuff dreams are made of.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

What should we do with a drunken dwarf?

A/N: Hello! I wanted to take a break and write something fun and lighthearted and this is what came to mind! It takes place in an au where everyone lives and what might change because of that! I hope you all enjoy this one shot!

Rating: Teen

WARNING: mild language use, heavy alcohol use, and fight scenes

Word count: 4,006

Summary: Kili has gone out to drink with friends, but, hours later, and he is still not home. Tauriel is about to go out to get her husband, but comes up with an idea when their daughter, Minasel, offers to help. Now, Minasel is set on a mission to locate her father and bring him home safe and sound. 

“Your father has been gone for quite awhile,” was the sentence that started a great mission given to a young half-breed by her mother. The man of the house, Kili, told his family early that day that he would be going to a local pub with some new friends of his, but he shouldn’t be gone long. Hours later and he still was not back, which made his wife, Tauriel, grow anxious. Her husband is unpredictable, especially when alcohol is involved. There is no knowing what trouble he could get himself into. So, her plan was to adventure out, fetch him, and bring him back home, but then their teenage daughter, Minasel, spoke up. 

“I can bring him back if you want,” the half-breed offers.

Tauriel pauses in her tracks and turns towards the red head, a thoughtful look on her face. Send Minasel, her only child, out to a human village to fetch her father, where she could possibly face dangerous characters and get hurt? A foolish thing to even consider! Tauriel thought of declining her daughter’s offer, but another thought came to mind. Minasel has proven time and time again how responsible and how capable she is. Every morning, she goes out, feeds their chickens and sheep, then collects the eggs laid by their chickens, even going as far as to crawl through a tight crawl space under their cabin to make sure all eggs are accounted for. During the rest of the day, apart from normal chores, she will assist both of their parents with anything they need, never refusing any of their requests or complaining. Shear the sheep for the wool, help her father repair the cabin, or hunt for supper that night; she will do it. As for her fighting skills, she has gotten better over time. Through hunting, she has had plenty of practice with her bow, and her parents have helped her everyday with one-on-one sparring with both her sword and her fists. Now, she doesn’t miss a shot with her bow, and she is able to disarm both of her parents in a fight. Of course, Tauriel still worries about her daughter going into a village by herself, since their family lives out in the middle of a forest for Minasel’s safety. She has gone into the village before to help sell eggs or wool, or to pick up groceries, but she was always accompanied by her parents. Minasel has never gone into the village by herself. However, Tauriel also knew that it would not by right to forcefully keep her child in one place forever and that she should be able to find her own independence. If there was a perfect time to finally let her daughter explore an area outside of the forest by herself, now would be it. 

So, Tauriel set up a quest for Minasel; find Kili and bring him home safely. Tauriel gave Minasel a satchel to carry with a canteen of water and some cookies for the journey there and back. Minasel was also given a knife, which is being held by a belt wrapped around her waist, and a map, just in case she could not remember where to go since it had become so dark outside and her sense of direction could be blurred. Minasel felt ready to leave. She turned towards the door and went to walk out, but then felt her mother’s hand grab the back of her blue dress and pull her back. 

“Hold on there,” Tauriel says, pulling Minasel back towards her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” Minasel answers, trying to wiggle out of her mother’s grasp. “Did you already forget that you wanted me to go out and retrieve adad?”

“Oh, I did not forget. I just did not say you could leave yet.” 

“Nana,” Minasel grumbles, slouching over. “Knowing adad, he could be dead by now! We can’t waste time!”

“That is a bit of an over exaggeration,” her mother sighs and walks out of the room, rolling her eyes with a calming smile on her face. 

“Have you met him!” Minasel shouts to her. “I am not overexaggerating!” 

Tauriel walks back into the room, laughing at her daughter and carrying a piece of cloth in her arms. From the maroon color of the cloth, Minasel knew exactly what it was. 

“Oh,” she says, a nervous laugh under her breath. “I don’t think I need that. It is already pretty dark out, so I can just hide in the shadows-”

“Nonsense,” Tauriel interrupts, wrapping the cloak around her daughter. 

Tauriel drapes the cloak over Minasel’s shoulders, pulling her closer in order to tie the strings. Once the strings were tied into a nice little bow, Tauriel’s hands went to her daughter’s head. She lightly brushed her daughter’s cheek as she moved hair out of her daughter’s face and behind her pointed ear, before lightly holding the hood of the cloak and pulling it over Minasel’s head. With Minasel’s head and ears covered protectively under the hood, Tauriel sighs, a kind smile on her face, “that’s better.”

“My ears can’t breathe,” Minasel mutters, obviously not feeling the same way as Tauriel. 

“It’s not that bad, baby.”

“That doesn’t mean I should like it.” 

“No, it doesn’t, but, at the moment, that is not what matters. The world is not the safest place at the moment and it can be very unkind to those who are different. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Minasel stares at her mother for a bit, blinking only twice, then sighs. “Alright, nana. I understand.” 

Minasel turns around to try and leave again, but is immediately pulled back again, but this time into the warm embrace of her mother. Tauriel lays her head on her daughter’s and presses her lips against her cloaked temple. 

“I mean it,” she mutters. “Please be safe.” 

“I will,” Minasel mutters back. 

Tauriel held Minasel there for quite some time until Minasel spoke up. “You can let go now.”

“Oh, yes! Sorry!” Tauriel says, being brought back from her little daydream and letting go of her daughter. 

Minasel nods and starts walking towards the door for the final time. Once farther away, Tauriel notices the lack of shoes Minasel was wearing. All that covers her bare feet is a thin sheet of dried dirt and mud from the day's early activity. 

“Minasel, you should-“ before Tauriel could bring her daughter back in to put some shoes on, the door slammed shut and Minasel was gone. All Tauriel could do was let her daughter go off on her own, with a smile on her face and a shake of her head. 

With the door closed behind her, Minasel steps out onto the grass and looks up at the starry night sky. She was free and couldn’t be happier. She could not wait to go out of the borders of her home, pick up her dad, bring him home, and prove that she is fully capable of going out by herself. She took one more step outside and only to realize there was a problem: he is heavy. Well, at least heavier than her. Even worse than him being heavy, he was probably very drunk. That means he will probably fight back and move around, making it impossible to carry him. Minasel groans and slaps her hand on the forehead.

“Of course this is going to be harder than I thought,” Minasel mutters. “Adad is always difficult.”

Minasel looks around the lot, hoping to find something that could help her. There are the horses in the stable she could use, but the terrain leading to the town hasn’t been the best. There is also the fact that Minasel doubts her father could even stay on a horse. So, she continues to look around the lot, past the chickens and sheep settling down to rest, and the large vegetable garden that her family planted earlier that spring. 

While looking at the family’s garden, Minasel starts to remember something from when she was young. She was old enough to walk at the time, but her legs were so short, keeping up with her parents was almost impossible. Kili, wanting to make sure she was by him at all times, decided to pull out the wheelbarrow, used for carting around vegetables and farm supplies, and just use it to transport Minasel around in. He loved this idea so much that he just decided to use the wheelbarrow for everything. No more did Minasel have to walk anywhere, because her father would make sure she didn’t have to. It wasn’t until Tauriel finally put her foot down, addressing her concerns about their daughter not walking, having her ride in the wheelbarrow everywhere she goes, and how that might affect her in the future. Kili was upset at this statement since he loved pushing his baby around in the wheelbarrow, but, ultimately, it was stored away in a shed that was located on the property. The door was also locked and the key was hidden, just in case Kili decided to go against his wife’s wishes and take the wheelbarrow out in secret. Minasel knew where this shed was… and she knew where the key was hidden. 

It only took a couple of minutes, but now Minasel’s running through the forest, feet bare, and pushing the old wooden wheelbarrow in front of her. Her cloak flew behind her as she ran and her feet barely touched the ground. It was like she was flying. While running, Minasel occasionally looks down at the map that was spread out to each handle of the wheelbarrow, that way she could be holding both at the same time. While looking at the map, she went over bridges and made sharp turns down barren paths that act as shortcuts. 

After some time running, Minasel finally made it to the town her father was at. Her feet were sore and incredibly dirty and her arms ached from holding up the small yet heavy cart, but she knew she couldn’t stop to take a break. She slowly walks around the town, looking upon each building and village folk. With the amount of inns and places to eat and drink, she could tell that this is a town full of merchants, travelers, and workers of any kind. Her father did work in a mine full of men, in order to provide for his family, so Minasel is not surprised that he would be in such a town. As she walks, men stare at her with a tired, yet confused look on their faces, possibly wondering what a mysterious stranger like her is doing in their town with an empty wheelbarrow. Either that or they are trying to look under the hood of her cloak to find out what race she is. Either way, Minasel kept her head and made her way through the town, peering at every pub and inn window. 

Minasel glances through every window, until she sees a familiar figure drink a large mug inside of a pub. He was with two human men and stuck out like a sore thumb with not only his height, but with how much he was drinking. Minasel set her wheelbarrow down at the side of the building and looked at the figure through the window, almost pressing her face on the glass. At this point, she could see more features of this short person. He has long dark hair and a beard that is growing in, telling that he was a dwarf. In his hair, there were a few braids with beads braided in them, telling different things about him such as that he is married. He has brown eyes and stern eyebrows, yet he looks like the kindest soul you would ever meet. Even outside she could still hear his laugh, which is loud and contagious. Minasel knew that this was her father. 

So, leaving the wheelbarrow outside, Minasel walks inside the pub, hood up and squinting at the sudden blast of light. She ignores the barmaids who try to offer her a seat as she goes straight to the table her father is at. As she moved closer to the table, the louder the laughter became. The table was covered with empty mugs, but it seems like most of those mugs belong to Kili, as they circle around him. The two men at the table laugh louder as Kili lets out a loud belch, which makes Minasel roll her eyes. The men were about the same when it comes to size and look, larger around, tall, rugged features, knitted beards, and dirt covering their faces and clothes, but their hair was different, with one having blonde hair and the other having orange hair plus an eye patch over his right eye. She can’t put her finger on it, but she doesn’t much care for these new friends of her fathers. Kili set down his now empty mug and the men started talking. 

“What should we do next?” The blonde man asks. 

“I know!” The eye patch man exclaims. “I bet our good old friend is a good dancer.” 

“Me?” Kili asks, slurring on his words. “Of course I’m a good dancer!”

“Good enough to dance on the table without falling?” The blonde man asks.

“Of course I am!” Kili answers, triumphantly.

The eye patch man’s friendly laughter fades as his mouth curls into a smirk. “How about the roof?” 

Kili scratches his chin. “Never done such a thing, but I can try!” 

After hearing this, Minasel immediately walks over to the table and slams her hands down, causing some of the empty cups to topple over. Then three men jump at the sound and stare at Minasel, utterly surprised. She then turns her head to Kili and looks at him. 

“You’re coming with me,” she orders, grabbing his hand. 

Kili shakes his head and pulls his hand away from her. “I’m sorry, lass. You’re a little too young for me.” 

Minasel’s face starts to turn a bright red as she stares down at her father, standing straight and eyes wide. “W-what?” 

“You’re a young girl, you have so much life left and shouldn’t go after someone old like I. Not to mention I am happily married. I could never go against my beautiful wife.” Kili’s eyes then went into a dazed state as he sighs and leans on his hand, smiling like a complete idiot. “Ah… Tauriel~”

Minasel tries to talk again, face still somewhat red. “Dad, please-“ 

“You shouldn’t call me that,” Kili interrupts, snapping out of blissful thoughts about his wife. “The only one who is allowed to call me that, is my baby girl. Speaking of which, I have a cute story about her!” 

The two men groan and Minasel covers her face as Kili starts telling stories about his daughter when she was younger. At that moment, Minasel came up with a conclusion; her father really was an idiot! He doesn’t even recognize her, his own daughter! Granted, he is very drunk and his perception probably isn’t the best and the moment, but still, it’s embarrassing. She continues to try and get his attention again, but has no luck as he is too entranced with his storytelling. So, she does the only logical thing possible. 

Minasel pulls off the hood of her cloak, revealing her large, pointed ears and big mass of red hair. The patrons in the bar gasp at the big reveal, which was enough to silence Kili and make him finally turn towards her. Once seeing his daughter with her hood down, he smiles, seeing that his baby girl is with him. 

“Minasel!” He cheers, standing up and falling into her. “When did you get here?!” 

Minasel couldn’t help but laugh as she held her father up, trying to steady him on his feet. 

“I’ve come to take you home, adad,” she states, crouching down to become eye level with him, while still holding onto his shoulders. 

“Oh! A royal escort! How thoughtful!” 

“Where do you think you’re going?!” One of the men at the table, the one with blonde hair,  exclaims. 

Minasel turns to him, a smug look on her face. “I am taking my father home. He is not in a state to be out at the moment and should have been home hours ago. My mother was worried sick.” 

Kili immediately went back into a blissful state, staring at the ceiling with a wishful look in his eyes. 

“Mmm… Tauriel~” he sighs.

“Well, he is with us,” the eye patch man assures and tries to shoo Minasel away. “You and your mother don’t need to worry. We will bring him home.” 

Minasel glares at the men, sits her father down back at the table, and moves slowly to the men, hands on her hips. “We don’t need to worry, aye? As I recall, I heard you two trying to get my father to dance on the roof, something he does not have a balance for at the moment. To add onto that, by looking at the table, it seems as if he has been doing all the drinking and you two have only had a couple. If I take that information into consideration, I am to suspect you only invited my father out to drink in order to get him drunk enough to do dangerous stunts that could either injure or kill him.” At this point, Minasel was only an inch away from the men, looking up at them as if trying to intimidate them. “Am I correct?” 

The two men stare down at her, blinking only a few times. She has read them like a book, and now who knows what she might do. Despite the fact that she is only a kid, they couldn’t risk it. The man with blonde hair brings out a fist and goes to swipe it at her head, but Minasel ducks, causing the punch to miss and go directly into the orange haired man’s stomach. The punch in the stomach causes him to stumble back with a pained grunt. 

“Gods…WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” The man with the eye patch groans. 

“I didn’t mean to hit you!” The blonde man snapped back. “This is why you shouldn’t stand so close to me when there’s a fight!” 

As the blonde man shouts at his friend, Minasel jumps on one of the pub tables, jumping at the man and kicking him in the face. As she lands back on the ground, the eye patch man comes up behind her, picks her up, and holds her to his chest, holding her arms down and squeezing her. Minasel wiggles and kicks, turning towards Kili to see if he can help, but he is still too busy in his thoughts. At that moment, the blonde man has gotten back up and is now slowly going towards Minasel with a knife. 

“Don’t worry, lass,” he hisses, waving his knife around. “This shouldn’t hurt a bit.” 

“Quit moving, you little bitch!” The eye patch man grunts, holding onto Minasel tighter.

Minasel wiggles and kicks more, trying to get out of the eye patch man’s grasp, before the blonde man gets to her, but he is too strong. As the knife inches closer and closer, fear starts to set in as Minasel knows that her end is very near. She can’t save herself and no one can save her. She is doomed. All she can do is wait and close her eyes, hoping that it will help lessen the pain… but that pain never comes. A wooden mug suddenly flies across the room and hits the eye patch man in the head, knocking him out cold and freeing Minasel. Seeing the eye patch man on the floor, Minasel turned to see where the mug came from. Surprisingly, there was her father, sitting up and glaring at the unconscious body on the floor.

“You don’t call her that,” Kili grumbled then laid him head onto the table. 

With a smile on her face as she nods at her father who seems quite fatigued, Minasel takes out her knife and charges at the blonde man, who was still shocked to see his friend unconscious on the floor. With that distraction, Minasel was able to get the upper hand and cut the guy’s hand, causing him to drop the knife. The man curls onto the ground, holding his hand, as Minasel lays one final blow by breaking a chair over the guy’s head. This was enough to knock out the last man and the fight was over. 

Minasel lets out a sigh, looking at the carnage, then goes over to her father, sitting him up in the chair. Kili’s eyes flutter open and he smiles, looking up at his daughter. 

“Look at you,” he chuckles, moving his hand up to move hair out of her face. “Little warrior girl.” 

Minasel smiles at him and rolls her, standing him up. “Come on, adad, let’s get you home.” 

Minasel and Kili walk out of the pub with Kili holding onto his daughter for balance. She leads him to the wheelbarrow and helps him in, making sure he is comfortable. Kili starts shivering, wrapping his arms around himself. 

“S-so cold!” He exclaims. 

Minasel shakes her head, takes off her cloak and wraps it around her father, making sure it is secured. Kili immediately starts to smile, snuggling under the cloak, which tells Minasel that he is satisfied. Knowing this, she holds the handles of the wheelbarrow, lifts up, and makes her way out of town. She decides to go at a slower pass than she did getting to town, since she now has her father and she doesn’t want to tip the wheelbarrow, because of this extra weight. As she walks through the forested area to go home, her father sings to himself, bobbing his head and dancing underneath the cloak. 

“Be careful, adad,” Minasel warns him, trying to steady the wheelbarrow. “Don’t move too much.” 

Kili stops moving and singing immediately, but, to replace that, he tips his head back and looks at Minasel as she pushes the wheelbarrow. 

Minasel looks down at him, confused. “What?” 

“I knew it,” Kili exclaims. “I have the most beautiful daughter in all of Middle Earth!” 

“Oh really?” Minasel asks this, going along with her father’s drunken conversation. 

“Of course! Very pretty!” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Why, look at you! You have mine and your mother’s looks, and your mother is absolutely stunning!” 

“That makes sense.” 

“Not to mention you fight very well. You are perfect! Perfect and beautiful! Even though you are upside down!” 

Minasel just smiles at this statement, but Kili continues to stare at her. 

“I am very proud of you,” he says. 

“Thank you, adad,” Minasel answers. 

“I mean it,” Kili states, becoming a bit more serious. “I am VERY proud of you.” 

“I know you do, adad.” 

“I remember the day you were born. I was so scared, because you were just this tiny pebble. A tiny pebble in a large world, and I didn’t want anything to happen to my baby girl, my starlight. But look at you now! All grown up! I’m so proud of you!” 

“Thank you, adad,” Minasel says and leans over, quickly pecking the top of Kili’s head. 

Kili grins at this gesture, looking absolutely silly. He does a little happy dance before looking back at Minasel. 

“You know why I call you starlight?” He asks. 

“I believe I do,” Minasel answers, still expecting her father to tell her anyway.

“The love your mother and I have is made out of pure starlight, and, since you came from our love, that means you are made out of starlight. Do you want to hear the story of how your mother and I met?” 

“Sure adad.” 

“It started long ago, when I went with 12 other dwarves, a wizard, and a hobbit to take back Erebor…” 

[the-phoenix-heart]

Sorting Hat Chats - Miraculous Ladybug (REDUX)

So probably not a lot of you remember that a while ago I did a sorting hat chat’s for Miraculous Ladybug right here. Since then I have changed my thoughts on some of the characters and gotten a LOT (a surprising amount) of asks on the subject, so I’m going to do a redux of my old sorting, especially since I’ve been away from the sorting hat chats community for a while. Make sure to refer back to original Miraculous sorting, as it has some information that I will not go over in depth here that I went over there, such as Marinette and Adrien’s Badger models. 

A little context: Badger = Hufflepuff, Lion = Gryffindor, Snake = Slytherin, and Bird = Ravenclaw

You can also find some good explanations about what I’m talking about here ( @wisteria-lodge ) and here ( @sortinghatchats​ ).

(There are SO MANY GODDAMN SNAKES IN THIS SHOW AND I HATE IT!! PEOPLE CAN HAVE OTHER MOTIVATIONS THAN THE PEOPLE THEY LOVE!!)

So I did not get MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG completely wrong okay! Addmitedly I did acknowledge she could have different secondaries and primaries, plus I got her primary models correct (an unhealthy exploded Badger primary and an unhealthy Snake primary built for Adrien that she’s failing to let go of). However, I posited the idea that she was a burnt Bird primary. I thought that she was a Burnt Bird, because she always seemed so willing to find other’s opinions on things, but I have since drawn back and decided that-no, she is a Burnt Lion. She doesn’t trust herself at all which is a common trait of Burnt Lions, and she does have her moments of having snap decisions and lashing out. She’s also the one more likely to try and do something when she believes something isn’t right, not hang back and find out more. 

And as for her secondary, I said she was a Snake with a Badger and Bird model. However, I was cherry picking. She is a Bird secondary with a Snake and Badger model. She IS a planner, she plots out schedules and comes up with intricate plans and she is simply more Bird than she is Snake. Her best examples of her plans are in Backwarder and Kwami Buster

And just to address why I was wrong, I think it was two things. 1. I myself am a Lion Bird and subconsciously did not want to be biased and say that Marinette was a Lion Bird just because I relate to her. 2. There are not many Bird Snakes and I wanted to add another to the list, Marinette fit the bill enough that I falsely accused her of that and that was a mistake. Please remember I am human and make these mistakes all the time, especially with characters I relate to. I had similar issues with Bakugou Katsuki from My Hero Academia. 

Okay so you (the anon) sent a response to these, but I’m going to look at these first, because ADRIEN AGRESTE is one of the characters who I think I got right, that being a Snake Lion with a Double Badger model. I know you backpedaled on Badger primary Adrien, but I gotta say all of this can be a Badger model conflicting with a Snake primary. His literal dream is to be alone on an island with Ladybug and a hamster, nothing about community, even Marinette’s dream included having children. 

(And a little explanation on his Badger model, it’s mostly because of his writing because the show uses him as a mouthpiece a lot of the time

As for him being Burnt Snake secondary...Idk I just don’t see it. He almost never goes for the sneaky way out, he’s more likely to do something dramatic like sacrificing himself or just wrecking shit, like a Lion (with a Badger model). We did see him lie about dating Ladybug because he was jealous (also not a Badger thing) but that’s about it. And while I do like how you pointed out that when they were kids Felix and him used to pull pranks all the time, please consider that Felix is a Snake secondary. Also weird bit to get hung up on, but I don’t think he’s EVER played jazz. Although interesting that you pointed out that jazz is all about the Snake secondary!

Oh, btw, in case anyone wants to argue about him actually being a Badger secondary, it is in fact a model seeing as Adrien has no qualms about putting piano music on to think he’s practicing and lying about where he’s going to his father. A Badger secondary doesn’t like taking shortcuts or picking the lazy option. I know I literally just said he doesn’t lie that much, but just because he can lie doesn’t mean he’s a Snake secondary. Anyway, I think he built his Badger model for his dad when he suddenly started lumping all these responsibilities on him.

Okay so, I get mistaking Adrien for being a Badger because of his model and performance...but where the heck did you get Lion from?! We don’t actually see him fighting for his community a lot and there is a big difference between Marinette and Adrien. What kind of Lion gets mad that he’s not being told something and decides to stop being a hero while Paris is underwater and probably millions of people are drowned. I’m sorry I cannot get on board Lion primary Adrien. 

Also, vying for people to get people akumatized so he can spend time with Ladybug?? Yeah sure that totally sounds like a Lion who values community. 

Lmao, I can agree with you there, I know I said ALYA CESAIRE was a Bird secondary, but I think I gave her too much credit. Alya is the type to rush in once she believes something, and I think she has a Bird secondary that she uses for journalism that she doesn’t use a lot of the time. 

Okay so, I didn’t sort NINO LAHIFFE last time so let’s do him now. I honestly think you’re taking the cause thing a little to literally, and also witling down Nino’s, admittedly limited, character. I sort him as a Snake primary, mostly motivated by Adrien and Alya, but also by his own hopes and dreams, like being a dj and director. He could be a Glory-Hound Lion, but I think he’s just a regular Snake. His secondary is way harder to pin down as I don’t believe he’s a Lion secondary, but I also don’t think he’s a Bird secondary like you said. I think he might also be a Snake secondary, impulsive, but more avoidant than a Lion secondary. When he’s Bubbler he stays away from directly attacking and keeps to long range, and as Carapace he hangs back and uses Shellter. I think he stays in neutral a lot. (This show is so Snake heavy I swear, especially for a show with Badger ideals).

And let’s just do some more rapid fire characters. 

LUKA COUFFAINE is a Snake primary no surprise there, he just cares about his family and Marinette and will do anything for them. As for his secondary, I’m gonna say Bird as he had to have the smarts to use second chance (which Adrien could not), and as an akuma he usually comes up with some nifty plans. 

KAGAMI TSURUGI is so confusing because the writers jerk her character around all the time. I would like to think she’s a Lion primary, since at the start she wants to prove her worth and fight the best at the fencing academy, but the rest of the evidence points to her being a Snake. So, I think she’s a Snake primary with a Lion model from her mother. As for her secondary, she’s a very straightforward Lion, rushing into battle and slashing her sword, plus she gave away her identity because she didn’t see a reason to lie.

LILA ROSSI is the last one I’m gonna do. I think she’s a Glory hound Lion primary, since all of her lies are about the awesome things she’s totally done and how she saved a kitten from being run over by a plane. I don’t think she’s motivated by the people she loves, mostly because she doesn’t actually love anyone and one humiliation in front of one person was enough for her to hideaway in her house for a year pretending to be on a charity globe trot. As for her secondary, she is the embodiment of a Snake to the point where I say she’s exploded. She lies about everything and tricks so hard, and she almost always comes up with the lies on the fly. 

So...

Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Lion primary, exploded Badger model and unhealthy Snake model/Bird secondary, exploded Badger model and Snake model 

Adrien Agreste - Snake primary, possibly starting to explode, Badger model or performance/Lion secondary, Badger model he built for his father

Alya Cesaire - Lion primary/Lion secondary, Bird model for journalism

Nino Lahiffe - Snake primary/Snake secondary

Luka Couffaine - Snake primary/Bird secondary

Kagami Tsurugi - Snake primary, Lion model/Lion secondary

Lila Rossi - Lion primary/Snake secondary

And to reiterate the sortings I did last time...

Chloe Bourgeois - Snake primary/Lion secondary

Gabriel Agreste/Hawkmoth - Snake primary/Bird secondary

Natalie Sancoeur/Mayura - Snake Primary/Bird secondary

[theoriginalmysteryincorporated]

2. Costumes

@kurophuna for sasharcy week (read 1. Clothes Swap here)

this ended up being more of a Sasha character study lmao, but nonetheless, I spent time on it, so here it be

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“Yeah, I’m not wearing that.” Sasha had spared the costume a single, sidelong glance before returning her attention to her phone.

Anne looked at Marcy from beneath a messy haircut Marcy had given her about twenty minutes ago, but Marcy didn’t appear flustered by Sasha’s adamant refusal to partake in their dressup game. Marcy had called it LARPing, whatever that meant. All they knew was it had some basis in their Creatures and Caverns game, and Marcy had promised that their costumes wouldn’t disappoint.

Anne had come over first, and even though she didn’t entirely understand what they were doing, it definitely looked fun. She was halfway dressed in her armor, the heavy boots laced up to her shins, and was inspecting the leather cuirass to determine the most effective method for donning it. When they’d answered the door earlier to Sasha, who was nearly an hour late, neither she nor Marcy had said anything about it, or about the fact that the black car that had dropped her off was not one of the cars either of her parents owned; all the Waybright’s cars were black, of course, but this particular vehicle had business plates. Nonetheless, Marcy had waved at the driver, while Sasha gave Anne’s outfit a quick inspection to determine what kind of night she’d be in for. She exhaled a long, drawn out sigh, and marched upstairs, Anne chasing after her.

Despite the ridiculous outfits, the fantasy was easy enough to get lost in for a bit while Marcy and Anne both struggled getting Anne into the rest of her costume, giving up now and then to grab handfuls of popcorn and talk about cute guys at school, or the battle of the bands, or the homework Anne had forgotten to write down. Sasha rolled her eyes as she listened, but she also found herself smiling more than she’d expected to that night, considering the state of Anne’s outfit.

“C’mon, Sash, it’ll be fun! The daggers are real,” Marcy said in an optimistic, sing-song voice, more determined than ever to improve Sasha’s mood.

Sasha’s eyebrow twitched, and her thumbs stopped tapping at her phone screen as she looked up again. “Ugh, fine.” She swiped at the leather straps Marcy held out, eyeing the armor laid across the bed behind her with something veering on uncertainty. Then she smirked. “Marcy, you’ve been holding out on me. That sword is real, too, right?”

Marcy beamed. “Yep! Anne and I had a very successful trip to the Renaissance Faire last weekend, and we scraped together enough supplies for our whole C&C party.” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “And I don’t think your character has a sword.”

Anne smiled sheepishly. “It’s alright if Sasha wants it. My parents don’t really like me playing with all this dangerous stuff anyway.”

“Thanks, Anne.” Sasha grabbed for the sword, then unsheathed it. The stainless metal glinted in the light of Marcy’s bedroom, and she swung it with more ease than Anne had managed at Ren Faire.

Marcy tilted her head at the display, wanting to argue about the makeup of the party, and to point out that now Anne was weaponless, and of course, Sasha’s character wasn’t actually proficient with shortswords, so it didn’t make sense for her to hold onto that. But something about the mesmerized look in Sasha’s eye made Marcy pause.

“Well, if you’re going to dual-wield with a sword and a knife, then I suppose Anne can use the extra dagger…”

“Great idea, Mar-Mar.” Sasha slipped the sword back into the sheath, then picked up her armor. She struggled with adjusting all the pieces, needing Marcy’s help to secure some of the straps and pauldrons, and when she stood up, she felt like everything drooped off her, like a kid wearing their dad’s clothes.

“Alright, next time, I’m playing a girl with a cape,” she remarked, watching the way Marcy easily slipped into her particular outfit, which had far fewer belts and buckles than either hers or Anne’s.

But where Marcy had a bow, Sasha had a sword. And she couldn’t wait to take that thing and bash a few tree trunks with it.

–

It was almost nine months since Sasha had thought about the C&C LARPing expedition, but as she was presented with armor from Toad Tower, she no longer felt like a silly child playing a game. If this was somebody’s idea of a game, it was sick. She’d been locked in a dungeon for almost a month, judging by the marks on her wall, though some days she thought she might’ve slept through, and some days she’d been so delirious with hunger for actual human food, she’d possibly marked the wall an extra time or two.

Oh well.

She’d been fitted for her armor by a toad she’d grown to tolerate as a prison guard, and when she delivered her the armor to her new quarters, Sasha’s hands knew how to buckle the straps and tie the sword to her side because Marcy’s hands had shown her so many months ago. She stared into the mirror, standing tall, a dagger at her back, and a sword at her side.

She almost smiled. Marcy would love this. She hoped she was still alive somewhere in this world to see it all.

The sword she’d inherited was nicked and cut from use. The dagger Marcy had given her had sparkled. The only scratches on that were from the tree Sasha had carved her name into, with Anne and Marcy following her lead. Even in the wooded part of the park, Anne had been scared they’d be caught, but Marcy had thrown herself into it with all the enthusiasm she could muster. She’d not only carved her own name, but also the name and title of her character.

Sasha couldn’t even remember the names of the characters they’d played back then. But she remembered feeling inspired, even fond, of Marcy’s total commitment to their stupid game, and she’d vowed to make it as real for her as the honking cars and L.A. skyline would allow. If there was one thing she could do, it was commit to a lead role.

She’d looked intimidating back then–she knew it because Marcy had said it while beaming with pride. Now, looking in the mirror, she felt tired, out of control, and overwhelmed. Maybe this was a game, after all, and she was just losing.

She clutched the hilt of her sword, and took a deep breath, prescribed by therapist number three since her parent’s divorce. Step one was complete. She’d gotten out of the dungeon. She’d even won some trust from those stupid toad soldiers. Now, she simply needed to use those idiots to help her find her friends.

She wondered what Marcy would think of this costume. She liked to imagine she’d enjoy the realism. And she’d use every ounce of it to fight her way back to her friends.