#she said “effort is a shield to protect yourself”

[idkyetxoxo]

Criston Cole - Where Honour Lies

Summary - Her frantic rush to avoid punishment turns into a confrontation when she collides with a knight, whose cruel words push her to act out. As tensions rise, someone steps in to protect her. An unexpected bond forms—one that hints at something deeper, yet still uncertain.

Pairing - Criston Cole x reader

Warnings - Violence (one slap)

Word count - 2117

Masterlist for Criston • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

I never meant for things to turn out like this, but somehow, it feels as though my life has always unravelled against my will.

No matter how carefully I try to control it, things slip through my fingers, spiralling into chaos.

That morning, I had been hurrying through the training grounds, clutching my book tightly, determined to take a shortcut and shave precious minutes off my route.

The Septa was going to be furious if I arrived late to another lesson, and I had already exhausted my supply of excuses.

Rhaenyra, of course, could be late as many times as she wished—the privileges of being the realm's princess. She had a way of smiling sweetly and sidestepping consequences entirely, her status a shield from reprimand.

Alicent, however, was never late. She moved with such practised grace, always punctual, always poised, as though she had calculated every step she took in advance.

But me? I was never so fortunate. Scattered and frantic, I often found myself trailing behind, scrambling to catch up. Today was no exception.

I darted across the grounds, my attention focused on the Septa's looming displeasure rather than the present moment.

Knights were training, their swords clashing and boots thudding against the packed dirt.

I weaved through them, trying to be swift and unnoticed, but my mind was elsewhere, spinning with a hundred concerns. I barely registered the figure in front of me until it was too late.

I collided with him, hard.

The force of the impact sent me sprawling to the ground, my book slipping from my grasp and skidding into the dust. I felt the sting of gravel against my palms, the rough scrape of the ground biting into my skin.

Groaning, I pushed myself up, wincing as a dull ache spread across my limbs.

My head throbbed where it had hit the earth, but the pain was nothing compared to the wave of humiliation that washed over me.

I glanced up, expecting at least an apology, or a hand offered in aid.

Instead, the knight I had crashed into barely gave me a second glance. He turned away as though I were nothing more than a nuisance, not even worth the effort of acknowledgement.

"Watch yourself," he muttered dismissively, his voice dripping with disdain.

I stared at him in disbelief, the injustice of it burning in my chest.

My gaze shifted to my book, lying forgotten a few feet away, now smudged with dirt and dust—another mark against me when I faced the Septa.

But more than that, it was his indifference that stoked the fire inside me. It wasn't enough that I had fallen in front of everyone.

To not even care if I was alright? To treat me like I was invisible? It was beyond arrogance.

"Rude and unseemly," I muttered under my breath, though my voice carried louder than I had intended.

His head whipped around at my words, a scowl darkening his features.

Clearly, I had caught his attention now. His conversation with his fellow knights was abruptly forgotten as if my defiance had piqued his interest in the worst possible way.

"You walked right into me," he growled, his tone as sharp as a blade, eyes narrowing.

I rose to my feet, brushing the dirt off my dress with more frustration than care.

"And you could have had the decency to help a lady to her feet," I snapped, bending to retrieve my book, now streaked with grime.

The knight scoffed, the sound dripping with mockery.

"You noble-born women are always complaining about something," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes, as though he found my indignation amusing, a mere trifle to laugh at.

I straightened up, clutching my book to my chest like a shield, my anger simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

"Perhaps if you knew the meaning of courtesy," I bit out, my voice steady despite the fury I felt, "you might understand. But clearly, that's beyond you."

His laughter echoed through the training yard, loud and unabashed. It drew the attention of a few nearby knights, their gazes flicking toward us with mild interest.

My cheeks flushed with heat—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer audacity of this man. He was mocking me as if my words were some grand jest meant for his amusement.

The nerve! To treat me like I was nothing more than an annoyance, a joke to be laughed at.

I could feel the eyes of others on me now, waiting to see how I would react as if this were some sort of performance for their entertainment.

But I refused to back down. I would not let him make a fool of me, not today.

His laughter slowly faded, but the smirk remained, pulling at the corner of his lips. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, mocking tone that only I could hear.

"You should be more careful where you walk," he said, his eyes raking over me with a lewd glint, "unless you want to end up in more... compromising positions. Not that anyone would be surprised."

I gasped, the words hitting me like a slap in the face.

The blood rushed to my cheeks, and I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I was frozen for a split second, disbelief paralyzing me as his meaning sank in.

The casual cruelty in his tone, the vulgar implication—it was utterly out of line, a violation not just of courtesy but of basic decency.

Before I could even process what I was doing, my hand shot out, instinct taking over. The sound of the slap rang through the air, sharp and decisive.

My palm stung as it made contact with his cheek, the force of the blow snapping his head to the side. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but stunned silence.

Then he turned back to me, his eyes blazing with fury. The smirk was gone, replaced by a cold, dangerous look that sent a shiver down my spine.

His hand curled into a fist at his side, his muscles tensing. He took a step toward me, his intention clear.

"You little—" he growled, raising his arm as if to strike me back.

But before his blow could land, a strong hand shot out, gripping his wrist mid-swing.

The knight froze, his eyes widening in surprise as he turned to face the man who had stopped him.

Ser Criston Cole stood there, his face set in a calm but unyielding expression. His grip was firm, ironclad, and he held the knight's arm as though it weighed nothing.

"That's enough," Criston said, his voice low and measured, but there was a hard edge to it, a warning that could not be ignored.

The knight sneered, yanking his hand free from Criston's hold. He glared at me one last time, hatred simmering in his gaze.

"You'll regret that," he muttered darkly, but with Criston standing between us, he didn't dare move further.

With a final, contemptuous look, he turned on his heel and stalked away, shoulders rigid with barely contained anger.

I stood there, still breathing hard, my heart racing from the adrenaline coursing through me.

My hand still tingled from the slap, and a part of me couldn't quite believe what I had just done. But the larger part of me—fueled by indignation and righteous fury—refused to feel any regret.

Criston turned to me, his expression softening slightly. "Are you alright, my lady?" he asked, his voice quiet but steady, as if what had just happened was an everyday occurrence.

I nodded, still too shaken to trust my voice. My chest heaved the remnants of fear and anger swirling inside me.

I met his eyes, grateful beyond words that he had stepped in when he did.

I could still feel the weight of the knight's threat lingering in the air, but with Criston here, it seemed distant, almost unreal.

"Thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice finally finding itself.

Criston inclined his head slightly, his eyes scanning the crowd of knights who had been watching the scene unfold.

"It's nothing, my lady," he said, his tone polite, though there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze—an understanding, perhaps. "You handled yourself well."

I wasn't sure if he was being entirely honest, but I appreciated the sentiment all the same.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Criston stood before me, tall and steady, a calming presence amidst the chaos that had just erupted.

His eyes, dark and thoughtful, held mine for a moment longer than necessary. The intensity of his gaze made me feel both safe and suddenly self-conscious.

I brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, realizing how dishevelled I must look after my fall, and the heat in my cheeks intensified for a different reason.

"You're quicker than most men I know," Criston remarked, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "And braver, too. Few would dare slap a knight in front of his comrades."

His words made me smile despite the lingering tension.

"Bravery or foolishness?" I asked with a light laugh, brushing the dirt from my dress once more. "I'm not sure there's much of a difference."

"Perhaps," he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "But either way, you stood your ground. Not everyone does."

The compliment hung in the air between us, and I found myself unexpectedly flustered by his words.

There was a warmth in his gaze that made it hard to look away, as if, for a moment, the rest of the world had faded into the background, leaving only the two of us standing amidst the chaos of the training yard.

"I'm glad you were there," I said softly, feeling the weight of his presence more than ever. "I don't think my slap would have been enough to stop him."

I laughed, though there was an underlying truth to my words. My earlier defiance had been instinctive, but his intervention had been crucial.

Criston's expression grew more serious.

"You shouldn't have to deal with knights like that," he said, his tone quiet but firm. "Some men forget their place, especially when they think no one is watching. You were right to call him out."

"Even if I overstepped?" I tilted my head slightly, curious about his response.

His eyes flicked down to my book, still dusted with dirt, before returning to mine. "Some things are worth overstepping for."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, though whether it was from his meaning or his tone, I couldn't be sure.

There was something about the way he looked at me in that moment—like he truly saw me, not just as a noblewoman or a lady, but as a person deserving of respect.

I felt my heart flutter and quickly reminded myself that I was still very much late for my lesson.

The Septa's wrath would only grow with each passing minute, and while this encounter had been unexpected, I couldn't afford to linger much longer.

But I found it difficult to break the connection between us as if something invisible tied me to Ser Criston in that moment.

"I should go," I said reluctantly, my voice softer than I had intended. "I'm already late, and the Septa is not as forgiving as you are."

Criston's smile returned, softer this time, almost playful. "Then I won't keep you, my lady. But if you find yourself in need of assistance again..." He trailed off, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You know where to find me."

I laughed, the tension easing from my shoulders. "I'll keep that in mind, Ser Criston."

With one last smile, I turned to leave, my steps quicker now as the weight of my impending tardiness settled back in.

But as I hurried away, I couldn't resist the temptation to glance over my shoulder one last time.

He was still watching me.

Standing tall in the training yard, Criston's gaze followed me as I rushed off, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.

Our eyes met for just a fleeting second, but it was enough to send a wave of warmth through me, a sensation that lingered long after I turned the corner and disappeared from view.

The Septa's lecture would be harsh, I knew, but at that moment, all I could think about was the way Criston had stood between me and danger—and the way his presence had made everything seem a little less daunting.

With my heart still racing, I hurried toward the Septa's chambers, but my mind was already wandering back to the training yard, to the knight who had stepped in to save me.

I did hope we crossed paths again... in better circumstances.

A/n - Dropped the book im reading rn in a puddle yesterday x

[roaringroa]

reverting back to my 13yo self

[iatemitomt0day]

Note: I'm using the translator because I'm from Brazil but I love your arts and I wanted to make a request

Could you make a Y/N witch? or if you prefer to draw just cookies, a Beast version since in the last post it was an Ancient version pls

"All things are difficult before they are easy..."

May i introduce you to, The Witch Of Patience, Y/N!

She is one of the most beloved and a wondrous witches among the group of witches! Many says that she had been the one whom was most dedicated to the world of cookies, sharing them life and patience itself.

She has the closest relationship to The Witch Of Light! A loyal and great trustworthy companion! Y/N is a huge inspiration for the witches to continue going on forward with their duty.

Y/N puts a huge amount of effort into giving the world of cookies hope, giving them the patience and tolerance they needed. She attends every matter about the cookies, the rise and fall of the 5 great cookies as such.

She had only one singular wish, is to deliver patience and peace to every being... to see them thrive with hope. For the darkness to wander far away from the peaceful world.

She and the other witches all worked together, creating a wonderful world, shielding it from the unfortunate, the chaos and mischief, the darkness.

But... their efforts and hard works soon came into a watse, as just one singular prideful witch, had ruined everything they had worked so hard on.

It is said, that the witches all crumbled into mere powder, their souls slowly drifted away into the wind. Yet, The Witch Of Light used her very own power to put their souls into cookies, fuelled by her very own Life essences.

The witches all landed and scattered all around the cookie world as cookies, the world they have made, full of lively desserts and pastries. They all have the chance to witness their very own creations thrive and fall, civilization rise and flourished.

Yet, they have fallen into a long slumber, drifted into a deep sleep all across the world. Losing ther chance at seeing the cookie world. They waited to finally be awaken from their sleep for so long...

Will they ever be awaken?

In the abandoned halls within the castle walls, a seeker of truth has entered, wishing to seek out the true truth of the past of the castle.

It seems, her arrival to the castle walls has awaken the cookies from their forever slumber, as they finally opened their eyes, standing up once more.

In their very own world they created, born from The Witch Of Light's wishes.

The cookie of patience has finally, been awoken.

"I will protect this world, with all my might."

It is said that, if you ever feel an unusual amount of peace and patience in your dough... she might be nearby, watching over everything around.

She wanders all around Earthbread, exploring every bits and pieces of this world, seeking her companions, and wanting to witness the world of desserts thrive with her own eyes.

Every where she goes, she delivers patience to all the cookies and beings around her, filling them with a newfound hope and perseverance.

If you wish to seek her for yourself, you must accomplish it. Remember, patience is the key to finding her.

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part7. picnic

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you`ve planned a surprise for Vi, wanting to ask her a serious question.

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 1.7k

✎ warnings: only fluff tbh

RIDE ON ME masterlist

the last week had been simply amazing. you and Vi enjoyed every moment together. you were constantly surprised that beneath her strong, independent exterior, there was a tender side—a girl who dreamed of love. her outward appearance was like a shield, protecting her from the outside world. yes, she could be cold, closed off, and sarcastic, but with you, she was trying to open up. you understood how much effort that took for Vi, so you valued it immensely.

at the university, your friends were shocked by the recent turn of events. “girl, I didn't even manage to finish my homework, and you not only found yourself a girlfriend, had fun with her, but also aced today's project. do you teach a time management course?” - your friend laughed.

but not everyone took the news so lightheartedly. a few days ago, Vi explained to Kate that they wouldn't be able to see each other anymore. from Kate's angry expression that you'd seen in the campus halls, you figured that she understood the reason. several times, you wanted to talk to her but couldn't find the words. it would have been better to speak to her alone, though, because with her entourage around, that conversation would be even harder. when you told Vi that you wanted to talk to Kate, she just stroked your cheek and said, - “you don't owe her an explanation, cupcake. we weren’t together, you didn’t break up any relationship.”

however, you thought differently. yes, they had never officially been a couple, but there was something between them, and you knew it mattered to Kate. besides, you hadn’t apologized for the scene in the café on the first day, so a conversation was overdue.

today was another Friday, and you were excited for the weekend because you planned a surprise for Vi. you wanted to show her how much these relationships meant to you. after a lot of thought, you decided to invite her on a picnic. it might not be exactly her style, but it would be more fun than sitting in a restaurant. you didn’t want to spend the last warm days of the year indoors, so you prepared everything like in a movie: a basket, a blanket, a few pillows, and some tasty snacks. your eyes sparkled with excitement, and you couldn’t wait for the evening.

your phone buzzed. "I miss you. when do your classes end?". the text made your smile so wide that you had to cover it with your hand.

"at three. by the way, don’t plan anything for the evening. I have a surprise for you," you replied, waiting for her response.

"please tell me it's your delicious signature carbonara," Vi's text made you laugh, remembering your first evening together. "how much things have changed," - you thought to yourself.

"no, but thanks for the compliment. wait until tonight, and you'll find out," you answered and put your phone back in your bag.

the last class felt like it was dragging on forever, you couldn't wait to finally run home and hug Vi. when the lecture ended, you threw all your things into your bag and rushed towards the exit. as you walked down the hallway, you noticed that everyone was turning to look at you with a curious expression. "did Kate spread some rumor about me?" - was the first thought that crossed your mind, "but I don't have time for that."

finally, the fresh air hit your face - it was pleasant and warm, the sun was shining, and you felt reassured that the picnic was definitely a great idea. at the entrance of the campus, your friends stood with strange smiles on their faces.

“what?” - you asked in surprise. – “is there something on my face? why is everyone staring?”

“well, technically... she could end up there,” - your friends burst out laughing at the joke, while you looked at them in confusion.

“are you going to explain, or should I wait until you're done laughing?" - you said, a bit irritated, demanding an answer.

“someone's here to pick you up,” - one of them winked at you.

“who?”

one of your friends nodded toward the bench across from the campus. your mouth literally fell open in surprise. Vi. "what is she doing here?". without wasting a second, you quickly said goodbye to your friends and headed in her direction.

“don't forget to use protection, kids!” - one of your classmates called out behind you, provoking another wave of laughter from your friends.

finally, you reached Vi, and she was smiling at you. her hair blew slightly in the wind, the sun highlighting its beautiful color. she was dressed in black jeans, her white top, and a red leather jacket. "wow."

“hi, you look amazing,” - you said sincerely, touching her cheek.

“you look stunning too,” - she said, taking your hand and pulling you close.

“I hope you don't mind me coming unannounced. I missed you and decided to pick you up,” - she said, gently stroking your fingers.

a smile spread across your face as you locked eyes with Vi. “not at all," - you replied, leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips. she was incredible.

“when do I get to see my surprise?” - she asked. "oh, the picnic, right! we need to hurry to catch the sunset."

“I need to stop by home, change, and grab everything we need, and then we'll head to the park,” - you explained, trying not to give away too many details.

“I can't wait,” - she said, kissing you gently on the cheek, which made you smile even more.

on the way home, you held hands as she told you about her training. Vi had found a job teaching kids boxing. your heart was warmed by how easily she connected with the little ones.

“I know you still haven’t found a job. if you want, we could work together. there's an open manager position at the boxing club. I know it's not related to your field, but the pay is decent,” - she said, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

“that sounds great, but...” - you paused for a moment before continuing, “I’m worried that you might get tired of me. you’d already see me every day at home.”

she stopped and took your face in her hands. “cupcake, you could never bore me, don't even think about that,” - she said, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “besides, I can always take a break from you when you're at university,” - she added with a wink and a smile.

“I hate you,” - you laughed, looking into her eyes.

“I think it's the opposite,” - she whispered softly before kissing you. the kiss was passionate, yet so warm.

when you got home, you gathered your things and changed into more comfortable clothes - a simple tracksuit, sneakers, and your hair pulled back into a bun. when you came out into the hallway, Vi was sitting on the couch, her elbow resting on the back of it. she looked at you slowly, smiling as she tilted her head slightly to the side, and said - “you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world.”

“Vi, are you kidding? I’m literally just in a tracksuit with no hairstyle,” - you said, smiling in disbelief.

to Vi, it didn't matter whether you were lying in her bed naked, your hair all messed up, or dressed in a "simple tracksuit" - to her, you were perfect. she gave you one more look, filled with unmistakable admiration, and then you both took each other's hands and headed towards the park.

after laying everything out as it should be, you pulled Vi onto the blanket with you. the weather was incredible, a gentle breeze tickled your face, the sun warmed your body, and the rustling leaves added a sense of calm. you offered her the snacks you had prepared beforehand, and the two of you started talking. the conversation was simple and easy, never once did you have to plan your dialogue in advance, the words just flowed naturally, and she listened attentively. it felt like you had been talking for ages when Vi looked up at the sky, her face glowing beautifully under the starlight. you hadn’t even noticed it had gotten dark. this must be what it's like to talk to the right person - no need to structure the conversation or tailor your words for a response.

“thank you,” - you said suddenly, the words slipping from your lips.

“for what, cupcake?” - she asked, turning her gaze from the stars back to you. “it seems like I should be thanking you for such a wonderful evening surprise that you planned for us.”

“thank you for being you,” - you said with a warm smile. "I think it's time to tell her the real reason I planned this evening."

“I know we haven’t really talked seriously about what’s going on between us,” - you said, taking her hand – “but I want to tell you that in the short time we’ve spent together, you’ve become one of the most important person in my life.” a smile spread across her face, and she squeezed your hand tighter.

“I don't want this to be just a fling. I want it to be something serious. do you...” - you felt nervous as you approached the question you wanted to ask. “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

she seemed a little surprised, but she held your hand close to her, studying your face. there was a brief pause, and you felt a bit uneasy. "maybe I misread the signals, maybe...?"

“yes,” - she said, her smile practically glowing. “I would be the happiest person in the world if you were my girlfriend.”

Vi pulled you close to her. she kissed you, not letting go of your hand.

“this is the best evening of my life”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Idea by @idfkeatdust

I originally wanted the reader to be a child of Hestia but only to find out she doesn’t really have any kids. (From what I’ve read) So that’s out of the question. Love that for me 😂

Also Luke acting like a big bro to the younger campers lives in my head rent free. This is too long and probably doesn’t make much sense but I was like half asleep whilst writing this and unable to figure out how to end this seamlessly, so blame that and shitty writing.

Luke vividly remembered the exact moment he fell for you as though it were yesterday, how could he not when it was one of the only things that brought him any semblance of happiness and normality within the typically grim life of a demi-god.

It was during your first ever game of capture the flag at camp, you were allied with the blue team and stationed with the flag as a defender, tasked with the important job of stopping the red team from snagging it and claiming victory along with bragging rights. You were hyper vigilant of everything, from your stance, to the way you held your sword and shield like a iron vice, right down to the pace of your breathing and even made a headcount of every time you blinked as to stop yourself from your mind over reacting at every sound the forest made; believing it to be the enemy team making their move ahead of time.

If you were under any other circumstance, Luke would’ve found this kind of thing reaction endearing but it didn’t matter in the end because the blue team ended up winning out against the red team, all thanks to Luke and his excelled talents in swordsmanship and leadership as per usual.

What really sealed the deal for Luke in his feelings for you however was how genuinely happy you seemed upon hearing the news that your team won. You looked towards him with the brightest eyes and sweetest, widest smile he’s ever seen on the face of anyone he had ever met previous to you, and yet he couldn’t help but attempt to imitate your blinding smile but failed as it felt disingenuous; that typically tends to happens when you’ve won at pretty much every capture the flag since arrival, serval times over.

‘We won?’ You asked, still smiling.

‘Are your ears filled with cotton?’ Like asked rhetorically, holding you by the shoulder, smiling back at you. ‘yeah we won. Why? You act like this is your first time winning anything?’ He continued and takes in the way you averted your gaze elsewhere as though pondering whether or not you should admit something to him, only to look back at him and say ‘well I never got to do the winning as I was never given the opportunity to be on the winning team. The winning side.’ You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. ‘Only ever on the losing side. So I tend to treasure the times where I do win, even if it’s small victories, they still mean something in the end.’ You added.

Luke’s smile softened as he hears this, whilst also finding immense respect for you in recognising and taking pride in triumphs in ways that others would consider not worth the effort in obtaining; it truly made him think back on how he had taken his own achievements for granted and instead of celebrating the fact that he even won at all. ‘That’s one hell of a way to look at victory,’ Luke chuckled, ‘but I’ll let you what, stick with me and you’ll always be on the winning side.’ He promised, squeezing your shoulder as he began to drag you back towards the dinning pavilion.

‘You really want me on your team?’ You said incredulously as though you couldn’t believe what you were hearing before adding. ‘I didn’t really do anything other than defend the flag.’

‘Protecting the flag is a pivotal part of the game,’ Luke began, ‘it wouldn’t be called capture the flag if protecting the primary objective of the game wasn’t top priory for maintaining a single teams victory, whilst also attempting to steal the enemies flag that’s being heavily guarded to death.’ He says and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his ending statement, which made him warm inside from that fact that he had obtained his first small victory in making you chuckle; Luke was staring to slowly understand why you choice to savour the smaller victories in life, it definitely had it’s merits. ‘So to answer your question, yes, I would love to have you on my team. A hundred percent.’ He adds and once again your blinding smile was back on him and in that moment Luke felt as though he had finally won at life.

Now all he wanted was for you to stake claim to his heart because it was already yours and will be yours long after; Being yours would be his life’s greatest achievement.

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While Luke fell first, you fell harder for him then you thought you would after capture the flag.

He was the first ever friend you made at camp, which he continued to be even after you moved out of the Hermes cabin after being claimed as the child of Erebus, primordial god of darkness and shadows, so it was only natural that you wanted to take up any given opportunity to spend time with Luke and utilise every second of every minute to the fullest.

Yeah, he was conventionally attractive but that was merely a bonus to the perfect personality he had as camp half-bloods’ golden boy. What really sold you on him was how brotherly he acted towards the younger campers; making sure they were okay, giving them an answer to their every question, going out of his way to make sure they were settling in fine all the while being their resinated tour guide through camp and trying out various different activities to determine who their godly parents were based on what they excelled at.

He tried implementing a sense of normality for them, whether it worked or nor didn’t matter, it was the thought that he tried to remind these younger demi-gods that they were allowed to be human, and not the weapons that they were soon going to unfortunately be trained into. You were aware of Luke’s stance of the Greek pantheon of gods and goddesses and their blatant neglect and mistreatment of their children, only bothering to take notice of them when they could be proven useful to go on menial quests that untimely mean nothing, only to then be discarded soon after like a severely damaged toy; never to be played with again by it’s owner.

It was the inevitable fate of all demi-gods in Luke’s eyes, no valour, no glory, no memoriam, only the fact that a burned burial shroud of your godly parent is all to remember you by because in the end it wasn’t you -the demi-god- who was being remembered; it was the weapon you were moulded into by force for your parent’s honour that would be remembered.

However in the moments where you stood a distance away from the archery range, watching as Luke forced the newest addition to camp into crouching to avoid a rouge arrow that flew over their heads and implied itself deep into the trunk of a tree; it was obvious that the kid should be kept far away from from a bow and arrow for the foreseeable future as archery was defiantly not within his skill set, seeing as he could’ve easily just struck somebody with that stray arrow of his but you couldn’t help but smile at how Luke helped the boy up by his arm, checking him over for injuries while also asking if he was okay.

‘You alright there Damien? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?’ You heard Luke ask the younger lad with chestnut hair and wide doe eyes filled with fright, looking him over one more time to be certain that he was indeed injury free.

‘Y-yeah, I don’t think archery is my thing.’ Damien replied and Luke’s face of worry was soon replaced by a relieved expression, followed by a chuckle in disbelief as he raised a brow at the kid, as he then said ‘you don’t say? Now how about we put that down and go somewhere else before you let loose another route arrow, how does that sound?’ Damien was quick to discard the bow and arrow as though it burned him and went to follow Luke but before you could go back to what it was you were doing before you had gotten distracted, you heard Luke’s voice speak up once again, this time it was closely behind you; ‘Quick detour before we move onto the next activity Damien, there’s someone special I want you to meet first.’

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt a familiar arm drape across your shoulder and pull you into his side, finding yourself on the receiving end of one of Luke’s pretty smiles that had your insides melting like butter, but all you could do was reciprocate his smile with one of your own, unknown of the affects it had on the son of Hermes; though it was apparently obvious to the young lad standing awkwardly off to the side as he innocently asks. ‘Is this the person you couldn’t stop saying had a smile that could outshine the stars?’ Your eyes almost bugged out of your head at the comment as your heart leapt into your throat, even Luke looked a little taken aback by this kids openness and had to cough into his hand in hopes of hiding his flustered expression.

‘Damien this is y/n, child of Erebus. y/n, this is Damien, our newest addition.’ Luke introduce you to one another, clearly avoiding the question Damien made earlier as though he didn’t hear it, but Damien was obviously a smart kid as he saw through this as one would a glass widow.

‘It’s nice to meet you Damien, I hope Luke hasn’t scared you too badly yet.’ You joked, nudging the aforementioned boy playfully in the side, wanting the boy to feel at ease. ‘Accusations!’ Luke cried, nudging you back, causing you to laugh, making him smile in response. ‘These are false accusations being made to tarnish my name and drag it through the mud out of sheer jealously.’

‘Jealously?’ You replied, brow raised as your arms crossed over your chest. ‘Since when and I’m only looking out for Damien’s best interests at heart, being stuck with you is a fate I wouldn’t wish upon my worst of enemies.’ You continued to jest, another thing that you loved about Luke was the fact that you didn’t have to be overly serious with him, that didn’t mean you weren’t against having deep conversations because you’ve had them before down by the lake, but it was moments like there’s where having a bit of a laugh and a banter with one another was enough to make you temporality forget the reality of your lives and act your age for once; It was considered a distraction but a welcomed one indeed.

‘And yet I didn’t hear you voice any of this when I was showing you camp on your first day now did I?’ Luke replied cheekily as he looked over at Damien with a thumb jabbed in your direction, adding, ‘you hear what I have to deal with all the time Damien. Honestly they’re such a nightmare.’ Damien smiled and you could see the look of pride shine within Luke’s eyes at that, as though proud of himself for easing the tension from Damien’s poor shoulders.

You hope that one day you’d get the opportunity to tell him how you felt, whenever that may be because you honestly didn’t know much longer you could make yourself wait, but until then you were more then willing to play the long game.

[testrella]

princess protection program⋆⁺₊❅ s.todoroki x reader

chapter 1 ⋆⁺₊❅ the leaves unfold, the king lies cold

series masterlist here!

content warnings - includes depictions of violence, mention of death, family loss & k!llings / executions

six months ago…⋆⁺₊❅

the kingdom of virelia was known for its jewels found around the kingdom. it was a prosperous place that many rich and noble people enjoyed. but with prosperity came inequality.

the whispers of a rebellion flooded the streets of the poor. within a few years, a secret resistance group emerged from the shadows, attacking the royal palace during one of their infamously known galas. galas that held tables full of five star meals and champagne while the common folk died of starvation.

the attack came without warning. it started when women were protesting in the morning against unfair pay. what was meant to be a peaceful protest turned violent. the protest was hijacked by resistance fighters, encouraging officers to abandon their posts and join them. by the time night fell, the so call officers and soldiers found themselves against the tyrant king.

the grand halls of the palace echoed with chaos. gun shots, cries for help and an angry mob filled the empty rooms of the palace. the once glittering ball room, full of golden and encrusted diamond chandeliers was now a scene of a massacre.

you clutch onto the pearls around your neck before asking in a trembling voice, “father, what is happening? why is everything burning? there’s so much fire…” you stared in horror at the chaos unfolding around you. a garden that was built for your 7th birthday, was now being burned to ashes before your eyes.

from the reflection of the window, you see your eldest brother approaching you. before you could seek for further reassurance, your eldest brother drags you away from the sight.

“we must go immediately, n/n.” he urged with the hint of fear in his voice. you could see past his facade of bravery, and saw his terror.

he draped a coat over your head shielding you from the rebellion that now reached the palace walls. despite his efforts, you peaked your head out. your heart drops at the sight.

nobles were herded like sheep into separate groups; men, women and children were all separated. you watched in silent horror as the rebels slowly raised their guns to their heads.

the deafening sound sound of gunfire filled the palace, each shot was followed by blood curdling screams of terror. the ones who survived the firing squad were shot once again. you cling onto your brother tighter.

“get on this train, you’ll have someone waiting for you at the end of the ride,” your brother said, his voice firm but trembling. you felt yourself being pushed onto the train along with the other commoners.

you reached your hand out, “please! please, come with me!” you begged as your voice broke.

his hand was hesitant to reach out but he decided against it. he shakes his head and steps back as the train began rolling. through tears, you watched as his figure grew smaller and smaller.

just as the train was to turn the corner, you caught a glimpse of his final moments. two men, holding him by his arms as another brought a gun to his head.

present…⋆⁺₊❅

shoto had just finished a semester at ua. he was exhausted and dreaded coming home for the winter break. but alas, the universe was not on his side once again!

shoto stood in the doorway of his room, throwing the suitcase to the side before being startled. an unfamiliar girl, sitting criss-cross on his bed. you turned her head towards him and gave him condescending look.

“you’re in the wrong room,” he said with no particular emotion behind it.

you tilted your head, “actually, i’m not. this is where they told me to stay.”

shoto frowned, “they?” was this one of natsuo’s girlfriends? perhaps a family friend?

“your family,” she replied, her voice steady but full of frustration. “they insisted i stay here until… until it’s safe for me to go home.”

he sighed, already feeling his patience slipping. “and why aren’t you safe to go home?”

she’s the first to break eye contact as she looked down at her hands. “it’s really none of your concern,” she mumbled. suddenly, her false confidence she previously had was gone.

shoto crossed his arms, “it is when you’re in my room.”

he flinched at the harsh glare she gave him, her condescending tone slowly creeps back. “do you think i want to be here?! do you even know who i am? i wouldn’t be caught dead sharing a room with somebody like you!”

his brows furrowed. “someone like me?”

she scoffed, standing up and brushing past him. “forget about it, you commoners wouldn’t understand.”

she walked out, leaving shoto with a confused and irritated feeling in his chest. whoever the girl was, she clearly had issues. and he was stuck dealing with it.

his thoughts were cut short by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. he lets out a weary sigh before opening the door. in front of him stood his older sister, fuyumi, with an apologetic look.

“shoto, i’m sorry we didn’t necessarily tell you about y/n and about her situation..” she began as she allowed herself in, closing the door behind her.

“y/n?” he questioned as if the name rung a bell. he mutters your name over and over again while he walked over to his bed. where has he heard the name?

“who is she? and why was she in my room?” he interrogated.

he could feel the hesitation radiating off fuyumi as she struggled to say the right words. “she’s… she’s a prin- or was the princess of virelia. her kingdom got overthrown, and father agreed to take her in. she’s been staying with us for about six months..”

shoto stared blankly, unresponsive. fuyumi fidgets with her hands before speaking up again, “father said she’ll stay with us until they find a safe way for her to live on her own.” she had hoped that shoto would’ve given you some sympathy points and let her slide.

“that still doesn’t explain why she’s in my room. why my room?” he asked bluntly, completely ignoring your tragic backstory.

“we’re short on space. apparently were going under renovation..!” she mentioned as an attempt to lighten the mood. “father said it’d be fine since you’re only here for the break. how long is that? a week? two?”

“try three months.” he snorted as he contemplated his life decisions. he runs his hands through his hair and looks over at fuyumi, “there’s no way you expect me to share a room with her. her attitude is terrible, her perfume reeks off my bedsheets and she’s practically renovated my room.”

“shoto, can’t you try and be a little be more understanding? she just lost her entire family, her home and she’s grieving.” she explains, “plus, she’s not used to this world. she doesn’t know any better.”

“grieving or not, she had no right to give me an attitude. or takeover my room!” he retorted.

fuyumi takes a few breaths before responding calmly, “grieving or not, she’s still in pain. don’t be like him, you’re better than this.”

with that, she left shoto alone in his overwhelming thoughts. he sits on the bed that you were once on moments ago, thinking of the kind of life you left behind.

‘i guess we’re both uncomfortable with this..’

tag list (open) - @wonlluvie

[earako]

"I blamed myself."

Ford paused mid-sip of his evening coffee and raised a brow at Shermie. He made a motion with his hand for Shermie to elaborate.

Shermie sighed.

"I...well...do you remember when you and Stan...the month of the science fair..." Ford's eyes widened.

Surely Shermie didn't mean...Ford and Stan did their best to hide their ...disagreements (fights, they were fights- they didn't think the were fights then but looking back it was clear Stan and Ford were fighting)

Sure, Ford and Stan didn't yell at one another. Not like Ma and Pa.

Never like Ma and Pa, it was scary enough before Shermie, they had no regrets staying up late to make sure little Shermie slept soundly through the night.

Ford thought Shermie didn't notice. Hell, he and Stan didn't even notice, not until the night Stan snuck into the school, only then did the older Pines twins realize they'd been silently fighting with each other the entire time. One brother chomping at the bit to leave, the other stubbornly trying to keep everything the same, clinging to what was safe and familiar because he didn't want to be left behind.

Ford thought Shermie was too young at the time. He wouldn't notice, there was no way he could have noticed, not after Ford and Stan did their best to shield Shermie from the mess that was their family.

...and a small part of Ford didn't want to acknowledge the fact that despite his best efforts, Shermie didn't get out or Jersey unscathed.

He didn't want to acknowledge that he failed to protect both of his younger brothers.

"I used to ask mom why you and Lee Lee seemed to be aging backwards," Shermie continued. "She could never give me an answer."

"Aging backwards?" What could Shermie have meant by that? Was it-maybe he also sensed Ford trying to pull away while Stan wanted the three of them to stay together. Maybe it was how Ford and Stan's tempers grew shorter and shorter as the science fair grew nearer.

Or maybe Shermie was referring to how he was practically abandoned by his older brothers. Ford read less and less to him, focusing more on academic pursuits. Stan spent more time working on the Stan-o-war and now that Ford was older he was starting to see how confused little Shermie must've been back then.

Shermie went from having two doting older brothers to primarily spending time with Ma because Ford and Stan were stubborn fools who got too lost in their own heads-

Instead of voicing the thoughts running through his head, Ford asked what Shermie meant by saying he blamed himself. Shermie fiddled with his hands and looked to the side.

"Shermie, hey," Ford said, reaching to place what he hoped was a comforting hand onto his youngest brothers shoulder. "Why would you blame yourself?"

"Whose blaming who?" A familiar gravelly rasp asked. Ford didn't have to look up to know it was his twin.

Stan had walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, curiously glancing between Shermie and Ford. "We pinning something on someone? Look, if a cop asks ya something you got the right to remain silent."

Ford groaned, momentarily forgetting his concern towards Shermie thinking he was to blame for Ford and Stan's falling out. "Two out of three of us having...history with the law is enough for this family."

"Could make it three. What do ya say Sher-bear? Wanna pull a heist with your big bros-"

"Was it my fault?" Stan's mouth snapped shut. He raised a brow at Ford. "What's he blaming himself for?"

Ford shrugged. "Us aging backwards, apparently."

"What, like...damn, what was the word Mabel used again? Started with an 'R,' apparently a lot of older siblings do it?"

"Regression," Shermie quietly supplied. "She was studying about age regression tendencies for one of her classes." Stan snapped his fingers. "Right, that! Wait, hang on. I don't think we regress. DO we regress, Ford?"

"Hey, don't ask me," Ford said, hand not holding his coffee raised. "We had the same childhood, we're biased." Although, compared to Dipper and Mabel, Ford was slowly beginning to see maybe he and Stan were...for a lack of a better word, lacking in the emotional maturity department.

Okay, so maybe some research on emotional-regression could potentially be beneficial. Not that Ford would ever admit that out loud.

Ford set his cup on the t-rex skull table and took a seat on the floor, looking up at where Shermie sat on Stan's armchair. "Wait, why would it be your fault?"

"Yeah, you were a kid," Stan chimed in, setting the popcorn bowl beside Ford's mug. "Why would how we turned out be your fault?"

"Didn't I steal your childhood?" Ford blinked at Shermie. "...Huh?"

"I-so much of my childhood was just you two and Ma. If Ma wasn't around, I'd always go to you two. I went to you two when I was hungry, when I wanted a toy, when I wanted to do something for my birthday-"

"That's just us being your older brothers," Ford interrupted. "We chose to do that."

"Did you ever do anything without thinking about me first? Truthfully, did you ever head out on one of your adventures without making sure Ma was home first?" Ford exchanged a glance with his twin again.

"...Yes?" Stan hesitantly answered. "I mean, it's not like we...always...we totally...huh."

"Huh?" Ford echoed.

"...Okay, fine, so yeah we may have tried to make sure you at least had it kinda better than we did. But you were our baby brother, Shermie, you needed Ma, and us, and all that squishy mushy affection stuff."

"I still don't understand why you think us possibly regressing is your fault," Ford added. Shermie sighed again.

"Regression happens when a person doesn't get to fully experience childhood. This results in the individual adopting habits or interests that they should have had growing up."

"What, so you think because, and again, we chose to, help mom out with you, it's your fault our brains wanna do stuff we shoulda done as kids?"

"Normal childhoods don't involve learning how to build toys for your younger brother, Stanley. Normal childhoods don't worry about your younger brother not having a lunch for school, normal childhoods don't involve saving your allowance to get a cake for your younger brother's birthday while ignoring your own birthdays-"

"We chose to do all of that," Ford repeated his earlier statement, not wanting to hear his youngest brother blame himself for what he perceived as robbing Ford and Stan of their childhoods. "We chose to help Ma look after you- Stan and I even promised Ma that we would protect and look after you. You didn't take anything from us."

"But-"

"Shermie," Stan cut him off, "You were, what, Mabel and Dipper's age when shi-shiitake mushrooms hit the fan?"

"Niblings aren't here," Ford reminded.

"Oh, right. Ha, force of habit. Anyway," Stan continued with a wave of his hand, "Our issues? And our brains being weird? That's on Pa."

"But-"

"Stanley's right, Sherman. Pa should have stepped up to teach you, that shouldn't have fallen onto us. That was Pa's fault."

"And we were just in a crummy financial situation. Also not your fault, now quit blaming yourself and eat your popcorn," Stan muttered, scooping the popcorn off of the table and plopping it onto Shermie's lap.

Ford nodded in agreement. "You didn't force us to do anything, Shermie. Pa should have stepped up, and when he didn't we did. Nothing about us is your fault, okay?"

"...okay."

"I know you don't actually think it's okay," Ford said, "And that's alright. Stan and I will just keep telling you it's not your fault until you believe it."

[blueteller]

Cale's Ancient Power's abilities and hidden aspects – The List

It occurred to me that for all the list I've made before, I never actually wrote one which described the Ancient Powers in detail. Since there's quite a bunch of them, I decided to make one – with a couple of yet-to-be-explored aspects noted. (There are more APs in TCF of course, and maybe I'll cover them some other time. But these are the main 7, and they're the ones which come up the most in the story.)

0. Ancient Power name Main power; Sub powers

Vitality of the Heart Physical damage recovery; Slowed aging, keeping plate in balance

Dominating Aura Fake aura of dominance; Dragon Fear immunity, aura of protection

Indestructible Shield Strong, portable shield; Chlorokinesis, dead mana absorption

Sound of Wind Aerokinesis, flight; Treasure detection, potential echolocation*

Fire of Destruction Pyrokinesis, lightining bolts; Dead mana purification, jiangshi restoration

Super Rock Geokinesis; Body protection, danger detection**

Sky Eating Water Hydrokinesis, spears; Ability to extinguish all fires, potential terraformation***

*"Potential echolocation" is due to the fact that the Thief told Cale how when she was alive, she didn't need to see, as "all she needed was the wind". Considering her occupation as a thief who never got caught until the very end - and I assume it took a LOT of effort to catch her, with the Ancient White Star's forces after her for stealing that life-restoring jar; an alleged "divine item"… She MUST have had some way to navigate in order to do all that stuff. It's not difficult to imagine that she had similar senses to Toph from Avatar the Last Airbender, except with wind. The elementals likely helped her too, but I'm pretty confident that if Cale ever lost his sight for some reason, he'd still be able to see with this Ancient Power. He just doesn't need to, so it was never brought up.

**"Danger detection" is kind of debatable, but it ties well with the lore. It might just be Super Rock teasing Cale will all those "Are You Trying To Sacrifice Yourself" questions, wanting him to use his power. But it happened a couple of times when Cale WASN'T expecting actual danger to happen. Almost as in, the Super Rock was detecting danger for him. It could be just that the Super Rock was having general "intuition" going on and was trying to proactively protect Cale. But I think it's very likely it's a legit aspect of the Ancient Power, because Earth is canonically the element closest to Death. As in, Earth is where all the bones are, where the blood soaks in, made out of dead material, et cetera. So Super Rock sensing Potential Death Ahead seems very spot on, even if it's never confirmed directly in canon. (Considering how the Indestructible Shield was revealed to be a plant controlling power later on in the story, I think it's extremely likely all Ancient Powers can have even more hidden aspects like that.)

***"Potential terraformation" is the one most in the "theory" zone of them all. The legends about the North, the unnamed God (the current most likely one to be responsible is the God of War) who chose a Saint, and the Water of Judgement/Sky Eating Water, were the least explored of them all in canon. But it was said that this particular God gave the North a rivel, and greedy humans turned it into a lake to hoard it all to themselves. In punishment, the God made that lake dry out and promise to make the river flow again, once the North receives punishment for their transgression. In general, it's unclear whether the one who created that river was the God, or the Water of Judgement… however, I think it's safe to assume it was the latter. It would make sense why they coveted both the river and the Water of Judgement, then, and why the other Ancient Power owners helped her escape to the Eastern Continent. To sum it up: I think the Sky Eating Water made that river, and that counts as terraforming. She didn't just summon water to make it, she permanently changed the landscape with it, and it would have continued to flow if the God in question didn't erase it as punishment to greedy humans. In other words, the Sky Eating water has the power to create long-term changes to the environment, same as the Sound of Wind, which reacted the whirlpools.

[crushedgraham]

Hi again! Can you do a dva x fem! Reader fic which reader is a dps agent, and they take care of each other after a rough mission?

Kiss it Better

D.Va x fem! DPS Agent

"Hey, you okay?"

Hana's voice calls out to you but she sounds like she's miles away from you. Your gaze is stuck on your bloody hands, the callouses on your palms are peeled and ripped off, leaving pads of blood and raw flesh. The skin on your knuckles aren't any better. Shades of purples and reds have overtaken your natural skin color, dried blood caked into certain areas too. There isn't an inch of you that doesn't ache; your feet blistered, your legs sore, your torso bruised, your face cut, everything hurt.

You're pulled back to reality when a softer hand squeezes your shoulder gently.

"Y/N?"

It's worrying how much effort it takes to look up at the Korean girl but you do so anyways. A small cut decorates her bottom lip and you wish you had the strength to stand up and kiss it better but you would probably collapse if you tried.

"Honestly I feel like I'm dying."

The stupid, lopsided smile you give her is meant to lighten what you just said but it only makes her frown grow bigger.

"Should we stop by the Overwatch base?? I can call Angela and tell her it's an emergency"

"Wait Hana no- I was joking"

"That's not funny Jagi! I'm worried, you look like shit"

"You say you feel like you're dying all the time"

"It's funny when I do it"

The conversation distracts you from the ache in your bones and you two keep talking until you physically can't keep your eyes open any longer. Somewhere during the conversation Hana had sat down next to you in the ship which allowed you to rest your head on her shoulder. About an hour or so was left until you reached Korea so Hana pulled out her phone and started playing random games until you landed.

A small nudge to your head wakes you up. You grunt from the pain in your neck after having to lean down at an awkward angle to rest on Hana but it was worth it. Hana gets up first, she had only gotten a few minor bruises since she was shielded in her Mech. Her hand outstretches to you and you take it gratefully, boosting yourself with your free hand for extra support.

The walk through your headquarters is a painful one. Your arm is wrapped around Hana's shoulders as you limp to your shared room. Every now and then she glances at you with a worried gaze but you meet it with a half smile.

Once you two reach the room, your mind is set on hibernating for the next few weeks but Hana has other plans. She drags you to the bathroom, grumbling something about cleaning you up.

You sit on the toilet lid as you watch the small girl pull out the med kit from the drawers.

"How long do you think we're gonna do this?"

The words escape you faster than you thought they would. Hana glances up at you with a confused expression.

"What do you mean?"

"Like..Missions and protecting the world. I love it but I don't think it's sustainable for my body. Next thing you know I'm gonna be losing a body part like Cass or Rein."

A small punch is delivered to your arm at the joke.

"But doesn't it feel hard for you too? And I mean mentally"

Hana pulls out a cotton pad and dabs saline solution onto it, she brings it up to a cut on your nose bridge.

"Yeah, I'm definitely a lot safer because of my Mech but I get the mental part. Sometimes I feel like my youth and "golden years" have been stolen away from me to protect Korea but it was my choice, you know?"

The sting from the saline disinfecting your wounds makes it hard to respond but you nod with shut eyes.

"But don't stress, I'm sure we can retire at some point. Then we can be old and domestic like your cheesy movies."

Hana kisses the tip of your nose at the end of her sentence which makes you smile.

"I can't wait to grow old with you"

She rolls her eyes at the corny line but her smile grows from it. Once she's done disinfecting everything, she nudges you towards the shower. Hana strips first and turns on the hot water. Normally you would be jumping up and down at a chance to shower with her but the effort it takes to stand makes you dread it.

Throughout the shower Hana washes your body gently, making sure to kiss your cheek apologetically whenever you wince from the pain. You both towel off and you launch yourself at the bed, content to just lay there naked.

A cool gel being applied to your body makes you jump. You look towards your torso to see Hana rubbing the gel along your ribs and stomach to help the bruising. She applies bandages on those spots to lock in the gel. The way she pokes out the tip of her tongue as she concentrates makes you smile adoringly at her.

When she packs up the med kit you pull her down to lay next to you.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine, I probably got one bruise at most"

"Oh! That reminds me-"

You lean down to kiss her lips softly. When the kiss ends you kiss only her bottom lip which makes her giggle.

"What're you doing weirdo?"

"Kissing your lip better"

[tanith-rhea]

Happy and Safe

I had an idea of like...okay seeing Gwen talking about how high school was hell for her, and how Larissa just wants the outcasts to have a space and protect her little Nevermore family, got me a little emotional. I was thinking that maybe Larissa could comfort a Nevermore student that has been through an abusive relationship or been groomed. She takes on a super nurturing role and reassures the reader it isn't her fault and lets her have a huge breakdown in her office and even holds her.

Word count: 3.4k Author's note: For the lovely @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings who trusted me with this idea. Thank you so much! It was a real ride to write it and I'm so glad you enjoyed it. 💛

Today was not a good day. The entire week, the feeling of dread and imminent danger kept your body on high alert. Any sudden movements made you flinch, any loud noises took your breath away. If someone so much as brushed against you, you felt like your ribs were closing in on your chest and bile rose in your throat. But today was especially torturous. Today you couldn’t be near anyone without wanting to hug yourself and cry.

However, it was a school day, and you’d been skipping classes enough since you were transferred to allow yourself any more time off. You had to score well; it was the only thing you had left. So, you left the dormitory and mentally shielded yourself from all external stimuli. People talking around you were distant sounds and no one’s face was recognizable.

You walked to your first class, sat, and barely moved for forty minutes, only looking from the chalkboard to your notes and back. Much of the morning was more of the same. You talked to no one, heard no one, saw no one. It was a conscious effort, and it made your muscles hurt and your stomach knot. The continuous rhythmic movements of the pen on paper, your chest rising and falling in counted seconds, and the blink of your eyes which took only a few fractions of a second longer than it normally would were the only things keeping you from screaming and kicking and running until your body was too heavy for your legs.

"You're a very smart girl, darling. Don't tell your mother, but I think she doesn't appreciate you enough," the woman sat by your side on the steps. You'd been watching all the adults in the kitchen, mostly women, drinking and smoking through the half-open door.

Mommy had told you to go to your room when you came over to ask her to look for errors in your math homework, so you left but didn't go upstairs because you liked hearing her and her friends talking.

They were funny. Most of the time they drank in these gatherings, saying it was the only way to endure their husbands and that, in a few years, you would understand. You didn't know, you didn't even understand the point of a husband.

"Do you want me to accompany you to your bedroom? We wouldn't want her to be mad, right?" she smiled, offering you her hand to take. You agreed easily enough, and she took you upstairs.

She played battleship with you and helped you revise your homework, which she said was entirely correct and complimented you again on how smart you were.

You spent lunchtime in your room. You didn’t have a roommate yet, and probably wouldn’t until the beginning of a new year. It was a blessing but also a curse. With no one around, your feelings got the better of you. When you were at Spruce, what kept you in check wasn’t the yoga or outside activities, but the community. Having people looking out made you want to be good, to be presentable, to make an effort. Here everyone already had their own groups and the few that went out of their way to talk to you had no reason to think you needed someone to keep you in check. I’m not a good girl anymore; how could I be?

Class began again and you beelined to the places you needed to be, not stopping to look around for anyone. You should have because, at the turn of a corridor, you collided with someone and were sent to the ground with your books.

The simple contact was already enough to steal all air from your lungs, but the pain of your elbows hitting the fancy linoleum shot panic through your veins and you couldn’t keep a shrieking sound of terror inside.

There was nothing else. White light and white noise were all you sensed as you flew through the corridors to an unknown destiny away from an unknown threat. Books be damned, you were sprinting, bumping against several things, maybe people, along the way. You wished you could run as fast as your heart was beating but your legs couldn’t carry your body for much longer. It was exactly the same as when you were a child, running in the park, trying to win a race against her. Your legs were too small for your speed, and you would trip over yourself, soiling your knees with dirt and grass.

She was never mad. Mother would snicker and refuse to help you, but she tsked fondly and cleaned you up, caressing your legs while at it, claiming “they had to be sore from beating her at running”. It had never been love. You were her little doll, her baby girl. You could never get rid of the repugnant taste she left in your mouth when she grumbled “you seduced me from the beginning” against your tongue. Repugnant because you knew how sweet it felt at the time, even if rotten.

When your lungs burned too much to keep going and you smelt iron on your nose, you stopped, heaving in a darkened patch of the woods.

You flopped down to the forest floor, chest rising and falling several inches. You felt bone-deep exhaustion. More than from physical exertion, more than from chemicals in your blood; you were exhausted from simply being, from enduring, from knowing what you did. What she made of you.

Your chest movements changed; now not only they rose and fell rapidly, but also shook with the force of your sobs, with your breath cutting itself into half a million fragments just like you wish you could. You wailed, screamed and trashed, cursing everything and everyone for not stopping the way you felt, for not giving you a magical solution, a forget button or a reverse time. It didn’t change anything, but it made you feel human.

"Your mom asked me to look after you tonight. Isn't it great? We'll have so much fun!" she sounded as excited as you felt.

"Will we be up all night?" you were filled with glee.

"Absolutely! Whatever you want, my baby girl. Look, I've brought you something..."

It was a very small sleeveless shirt.

"I don't think it will fit me..." you pouted, sad that you had grown so much and wouldn't be able to use the gift she brought you.

"No, no, no. It's meant to be that small, lovely. It's a special blouse you can wear when we're alone," she booped your nose and nudged you to take off your pyjama top. "It's supposed to only cover this area," she ran her fingers through your skin where she meant, "What is this area called?" oh, she was testing you!

"Ribcage," you said proudly, and she beamed at you and kissed the middle of your chest.

"That's right! My baby girl is the smartest!" she said while helping you into the soft cloth. It was pink and had flower patterns. It felt the same as the necklace she gave you a few weeks before, which she said was lace.

"How do I look?" you turned around, putting up your hair to show her your back as well.

"Beautiful. You are perfect, my love, smart and funny and absolutely stunning," you didn't understand some of her words sometimes, but you liked that she called you things like stunning instead of pretty because it made you feel grown up. "Now, will you be a good girl and bring the other presents I gave you? I want to see how the look is coming together."

You nodded vehemently and ran to your bedroom to fetch the long socks and necklace and ran back, already without your bottoms because you knew she'd ask you to take them off. You wore the pink panties she said looked 'scrumptious' in you just to see her smile.

"Oh, aren't you a vision! Come, my love, let me dress you."

You loved when she dressed you. Her hands were so soft and caring while she slid the pink see-through socks up your thighs, tickling on their way up. She was so much nicer than mommy. She brushed your hair and massaged your shoulders. It was wonderful. Even if sometimes she massaged places that didn't hurt, like your little chest and thighs. So long as she was happy, you were too.

"Do you want to play Cluedo?" you asked, now wearing only your presents and panties. It was a bit chilly, but it didn't matter, she always noticed and told you to seat between her legs so she could warm you up.

You didn’t go back to class. You fell asleep on the leaves and dirt in the peaceful quiet of the trees. It was a better sleep than you’ve had gotten in a week on a comfortable bed.

When you woke up with a sharp pain in your left shoulder it was well past mid-afternoon and thinking of going back only made you want to roll over and sleep until morning.

You didn’t, though. Even as an outcast, your abilities wouldn’t help you much if an animal decided you looked tasty. So, you made your way back guessing the best you could which was the right direction and arrived just before the last class finished.

No one paid much attention, as per usual. The furs often looked like you did now, and everyone was exaggeratedly chill with any strange behaviour when it came to what you identify as, so long as there was no harm to yourself and others. No one asked, they just smiled and kept going.

After a long shower and searching for your discarded books, you were ready to spend the rest of the day underneath the covers. You could ask someone for their notes on mind reading and emphatic studies when you were better and capable of looking at people in their faces. However, today was proving to be more and more of a bad day — nap in the wood non-included — because as you left the lost-and-found corner of the library, you walked straight into a severe-looking principal, towering over you with bright blue eyes boring holes into yours, very clearly indicating she was searching for you and not for a nice chat.

"How was that test?" she always remembered when you had tests.

"Hard, but my teacher said I got the highest score in the class," it was surprising, because you really struggled in that one, and would probably only get 90 and be scolded by mommy.

"Ooh, someone needs rewarding then!" she laughed and lunged forward tickling you over the Scrabble board.

You loved getting tickled, you would run through the apartment and always be caught; she'd press you to the floor and torture you unrelentingly until you were out of breath and begging for mercy.

"Stop! Stop, please!" you coughed through the laughter.

"Alright... but only if you let me reward you another way?"

You agreed eagerly.

"How?" what did she have in mind? Was it another present?

"Come here..." she smiled, taking your hands and walking back to the couch. She sat and manoeuvred you to sit between her legs as you had been doing for over a year now. You always let her move you however she liked. It generally ended up being something you liked, only sometimes it was for things you had to grow accustomed to first to start liking. Tonight, was like those times.

"What do you think of a special massage?" she said, already pressing your shoulder in that way that made you comfortable and warm and pliant.

“Good to finally find you, miss,” she said simply, but her thin line of a mouth didn’t mask it wasn’t all that good for you.

“Principal,” you acknowledged her with a nod, not quite looking her in the eyes. You just wanted to leave, go to your room and melt on the cool floor until you felt just enough like a person again and then maybe sleep some more.

“I’d like you to accompany me to my office. I’ve been looking for you for quite some time now and we need to talk.”

Did someone tell her you ran away screaming? For all you knew, she might have seen you even, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

“I’m sorry, miss Weems…” every murmured word took a toll on you and even not looking at her you felt her disappointment. You were failing at being “part of the family” like she wanted you to, were failing at appearing for classes, and soon enough would fail your exams because there was only so much you could learn exclusively from books and notes. “But can we leave this for tomorrow?” you breathed, not trusting the lump in your throat to keep the slowly rising sobs down for much longer.

You heard a sigh. Maybe she’d let you go. Maybe she was also tired of trying to include you and-

“I’m sorry, but I think I’ve delayed this long enough, dear. Please come with me.”

She didn’t say anything more, and as you followed her with sunken shoulders, you found a bit of solace in how her voice had ringed solemn and not completely unattached.

“You must know I’m aware of your recent absence from most of your classes, correct?” she said as soon as you sat at the leather chair in front of her desk.

You nodded, paying close attention to your bouncing leg rather than the woman.

“You also know that as principal I was entrusted with your file and general knowledge of the past facilities you’ve been to.”

It wasn’t a question, so you felt no need to say anything. You just wanted this to be over, you could talk about it any other time, couldn’t she see that?

“Could you stop that?” her less soothing tone had you looking at her, and she was staring at your leg with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“Sorry…”

She only sighed, closing her eyes for a few seconds before getting up and gesturing for you to follow her, “Come, let’s sit by the fire. I think I have tea from earlier.”

“Baby?”

"Yes!" you'd forgotten to answer.

"Perfect." her hands descended to your barely covered chest, her fingers sneaking under your little shirt and grazing over your tiny breasts. "You have such lovely breasts. Someday you'll make someone very happy with them," she said cryptically.

"What do you mean...?"

"What I mean, baby girl, is that someday you'll find someone you love, a friend that makes you laugh, gives you presents and cares for you, and you'll be able to show your love with your body to them."

"And what do my...?"

"Breasts," she reassured you it was ok for you to say. Mommy didn't like when you talked about your lady parts.

"Yes... what do my breasts have to do with it?"

"Well, if the person is the right one, they'll know how to appreciate them, and make you feel nice with them. And that way, they'll be happy. That's what I meant."

You stayed silent for a bit, "Do I make you happy?" she was the only one who loved you, maybe you should make her happy like that.

"Oh, you do, lovely," she said, and her hands went down your belly, caressing their way to the bottom of your stomach. You felt a strange heat rise there. "But now that you mentioned... I can think of a way we could both be happy."

"And what is that?" you almost jumped at the opportunity to please her.

"Remember the special massage I offered?" she whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

"Yes...?" she hooked her fingers to your pretty pink panties.

"Do you want to know where it is?" her breath on your neck smelled of cigarettes, the minty ones she let you try once. You coughed so much, you never tried again.

You nodded energetically, feeling nervousness boil in your chest while her fingers made something different boil somewhere else.

“I don’t know anything that happened to you,” she said calmly, after you shared a cup of tea in silence, “I only know you lived at a mental health facility-“

“Residential treatment centre.”

“Right, I’m sorry…”

“No, you… are correct, the way you said it just sounds a lot more clinical than it felt…”

She gave you a small smile that you hated knowing, the compassionate gesture every person would make when they heard. You didn’t want compassion; you wanted a reverse uno card. But weirdly, you found more comfort in her well-meaning eyes, than in any other face. It made you want to cry like a child, something you hadn’t been able to do even then… not after seven years old… not for several years.

“Well, my point is that I can’t make you go to classes if you’re not feeling well for whatever reason, and I think today’s little hit-and-run only proves how ill-advised that would be.”

You were stunned for a beat before finding your voice, “What? How is that ok? Isn’t it unfair? And how will I pass exams if I don’t go to classes?”

“I didn’t say you won’t be going to classes, dear,” she gave you the faintest little laugh before continuing, “I only meant we’ll have to keep you from feeling this way.”

Upon your clearly confused expression, she kept going.

“I want you to be part of our Nevermore family with all my heart. And I don’t know about you, but I do everything I can to ensure my family feels happy and safe, so it’s my intention to help you feel exactly like that.”

You couldn’t remember the last time someone offered to take care of you. Well, you could. But this was so very different. Principal Weems wasn’t smothering you with compliments, hell she was two seats away from you on the sofa; she made no movement to get near you and still her words touched you with such tenderness that you felt the entire week’s anguish beast being stroked behind the ear and purring.

Did she really mean it? Was it important to her for you to be a part of all of this? Of this school? You felt your thumb trembling. You’d seen it times enough to recognize it as the tell-tale sign that soon all your arm would start too, and soon after, you’d be choking and coughing on half-successful attempts of breathing, and you couldn’t do that in front of her.

You jumped up in a panic, only for your head to spin and your limbs to feel like jelly. You slumped on the sofa again, feeling faint. You were heaving for what felt like the millionth time that week and felt tears prickling your eyes for being like this in front of someone who wanted you to feel exactly the opposite.

You felt shame and anger and it didn’t help at all.

“Fuck, I hate this!” your voice sounded muddled, nasal like you had a cold, and you could only coil on yourself in the hopes of hiding whatever possible and being as small as you could. Sometimes you wished you could turn invisible. This was definitely one of those times.

You heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the weight of Miss Weems leaving her seat. When a hand touched your shoulder, you could only wail and recoiled from her. You knew from the contact that she really meant well deep down, but you also couldn’t ignore the creeping feeling of a thousand spiders enveloping you from the point of contact.

The press ceased immediately, and you felt her sit again, closer this time, and silently wait for you to feel better.

The fact that she didn’t shout at you nor tried to embrace you or interfere at all, that she only waited patiently for you to come out of it, that she stayed there for you, made breathing again so much easier. It took you more than you’d like her to see, but it also ended so much sooner than it normally would, that when you lifted your head again you felt equal parts overwhelmingly confused and numb.

You also felt clean, in a way you hadn’t for months since arriving here, light. You wouldn’t be able to say if you talked again before you fell asleep, but you did remember how bony her elbow felt on your cheek, and how it was comfortable anyway.

[tumblingdownthefoxden]

"The Assistant and The Star"

Chapter 4: The Solstice Ceremony

Three times did the trumpet sound. Everyone within Rosas were gathering at the castle. Before the raised platform, stood two rows of soldiers surrounding a large sum of people. Every soldier held up a shield and faced the outside crowd. Ahead of that row was Dario. Next to him stood the youngest and shortest recruit for the army. Short brown hair and holding a small shield, he had a shovel in hand. Before them both was an angry old woman.

“Come on, boy! I only gave a wish last month! Can’t I give him another wish today?!” The old woman demanded. Dario shook his head. She wasn’t on his list and he didn’t know her name but he recognised her face. She did give a wish last month, so she completed her yearly tax. “That was the only wish you can give. You can only make a new wish next year.” He signed. The lady scoffed. “This is ridiculous! I used to make a wish to the King every month 15 years ago! We all could!" She spread out her arms, registering everyone coming down to the castle. "Can’t he make an exception? What if I told you that I knew his assistant.” She cooned.

“No, you don't.” The recruit named Gabo chipped in. He took three steps towards her. “Listen. I don’t know why the King is taking less wishes. It’s not my job to know. I don't care enough to know. You’re welcome to stay to watch the Ceremony but wait until next year to make another wish.”

The old woman crossed her arms and sighed. “Okay.” She said while she turned around. She took a few steps away before taking a running start back and leaped over Gabo to the lineup. Dario was quick and snatched her midair. He placed over his shoulder and walked away even as she thrashed. “Put me down, you giant brute! I will-”

*BONK*

“OW!” She cried, placing a hand on the spot of her head where Gabo’s shovel was. He pointed it to her. ”Next year. New Wish." He told her sternly. Gabo then smiled, “Enjoy the Ceremony.”

Dario gently put the woman down on her feet and returned to Gabo's side. She was stunned. Mouth agape at their “audacity”, but left nonetheless.

“Is this what you have to deal with every month?” Gabo said. Dario sadly nodded.

“Well why didn’t you tell me sooner? I'll try to convince my aunt to let me out here monthly.”

Gabo’s aunt, Martha Weber, is an officer for the royal guard and in charge of positioning guards to surround those giving their first wish of the year. To protect the line from scavengers that will try to sneak in to make another wish. Gabo has been a recruit for 2 years but he is 15 years old, too young to be a guard or be given a real sword. He’s not even supposed to be out with the guard tonight. 

Dario asked Gabo a week prior to help him handle aggravated locals. After a good 3 days of persuasion, Weber allowed her nephew to help guard at the Ceremony, but only for today. He still wasn’t allowed a steel sword but there were no rules against steel shovels. 

As those two worked on, another pair slowly made their way to the castle. Sakina and Sabino. "Saba? Are you alright?" Sakina asked Sabino, who dragged his feet behind her. Utterly exhausted. It was a long and disappointing day for Sabino. He was out in the city all day with his lute. He played loud, he played slow, he played fast, he played as he danced! All his best efforts to attract attention to his music, but no one stayed. No one stood by to hear the entirety of a song or cared to consider what it meant. Only ones that came and stayed were a few stray cats and geese, all of whom who walked away well roused.

His songs had their desired effect but no human had enough patience to let them work.

"It's a tale as old as time, Sakina." He sighed.

"Saba. You should rest yourself and your mandolin for a while." Sabino nodded to that. There was another suggestion Sakina needed to make but how could she phrase that it might be considerable but not ruin his mood further."

"And, dare I say it, would you like to sit back and let Magnifico take over the reins on your wish? And play your music for yourself?"

"No." Saba said with no hesitation.

"Listen, I know this is important to you but, you've been doing it for so long. Maybe focuse on playing for yourself without public attention."

"Sakira!" Sabino looked at her with wide eyes. "You might as well tell a baker to not to care that no one ate their large cake!" He held up his mandolin case. "I didn't spend my 40s learning the mandolin to not share music with others."

"Yes. I understand that but... the public eyes are dull. They have the same with the dancers. Unless it has to due with the King or a wish, you have their attention for 5 seconds. They light up for as long as the Magnifico or Asha is around."

"And it is because of their apathy that I do what I do. The years I spent learning my craft were some of my best, and I want others to live that luxury. I'm happy to let Magnifico help me but I don't want to sit by and do... nothing with my power." He looked up into the sky. Still too bright for stars to show. "I had this wish since Tomás was a boy and took me to see the stars. And it breaks my heart to think that matter how many times I write it down or how long I work on it, I might not live to see it come true." Sabino looked to the castle. "Must it take the death of a man for people to re embrace the growth of artistry?"

"And you still work to revive Rosas, even if you only reach one person?"

He held his mandolin case tighter as he turned to her. "No one deserves to live and die without a chance to attempt to make dreams come true." He smiled at her.

Sakina became quiet at his words. She looked at him with uncertainty. Sabino simply looked back with determination. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek. They stood in silence in the light of the sunset before continuing on to castle.

-  - -

At the side, behind the stage, Queen Amaya and Assistant Asha were seated in two elegant chairs. In Asha's lap was the ceremonial chest. In her hands, her favorite sketchbook. She showed the Queen a sketch of a boy with a giant robot.

"That is a neat concept. Are they friends?"

"Best friends. The boy reads the giant stories. I got idea from Talos."

"The bronze giant? Built by the god, Hephaestus?"

"Yeah, that one! Though this one would be iron."

"Then that boy is the luckiest kid!" Amaya chuckled. "Also, I read the book you recommended. Treasure Island. And it gave me an idea."

"Oh." Amaya cocked an eyebrow as Asha flipped through her sketches and showed her a picture of a boy on a flying sail boat over a village.

"You made him so cute!" Amaya admired.

"Thank you. The book saved me from my creative slump last month." She closed the sketchbook and placed it in her bag. "It's a shame so few people know about it."

Amaya sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. "Too many great stories were lost to time because no one in charge of spreading its word had faith that it would spawn great profits."

Suddenly, a ray of light blasted from the stage. The people were stunned and silent. From the light, countless little phantoms erupted up and swept down, just above the crowd. People shrieked and ducked! Most only flew about, crying like the wind. Some phantoms landed on heads. Ruffling hair and tossing hats. Everyone was bewildered but stayed in place as the phantoms went about.

While the people were distracted, Asha stood up. She nodded goodbye to the Queen and headed to the back of the stage behind the beaming light. Out of view, she pulled a large, folded bag from her work sachel.

The light still beamed and two yellow dots began to show. They grew larger and larger and then two winged Serpents emerged. The light disappeared as the serpents conducted their bit. Slow as a summer's breeze, one swallowed the phantoms midair like a whale swallowed plantain. The other went down and gently plucked naughty phantoms from people's heads before eating them. People awed at the glowing serpents. Some took the chance to pet their fluffy coats.

All phantoms erased, the low serpent flew up to meet the other. They flew around each other in a circular motion that you could say was a dance. They glowed brighter, coming together in a soft embrace, the two serpents fused into a yellow orb that shined like the sun. The orb rose higher and shoned horizontally and bursted into a wide ranged spray of sparkles. The people cheered and grabbed at the magic glitter raining down on them. 

As the people focused on the glitter, the beacon of light vanished, revealing Magnifico with Asha behind him. The little chest on the floor. He raised his staff and banged it down the platform, making a deafening sound that pulled the people's attention to him. "Good evening, Rosas! It is pleasure to see you all today." His voice rang throughout the gathering. The crowd went wild at the voice of their wish granting king. He smiled and spread out his arms as they praised his title. Some tossing flowers onto the stage.

He lowered and limbs and took on a stoic pose. "Now, first line of action." He pointed his staff to the first pair of people in the line between the guards. "Care to come forward?" They stood still, looking up at him with anxiety. This is their first wish ceremony. They have a wish to give but how will he take it? Does he need a coin? Do they have to whisper it? Does he need a hair?

Magnifico sensed their unfamiliarity and moved his staff behind him to let Asha hold it. He needed both hands for this operation. "It's alright, there is no cost. I'll explain how this works."

Slowly, they walked the stairs up onto the platform. They bowed once they were before him. "What are your names?" He asked.

"Helena Sanderson, your grace." One said.

"Esteban Aetos, your majesty." Said the other.

"Helena and Esteban. Lovely to make your acquaintance. And you both wish to live in this kingdom?" 

"Yes, your grace." Helena said, Esteban nodded.

"Alright. Give me hands please." The pair laid out their crossed hands and Magnifico laid his hand in each of theirs. "Now close your eyes and make a wish. Reap it from the depths of your heart." He whispered. The two followed suite, lowering their heads. One deep breathe in, and their chests glowed as the wish began to manifest. Magnifico's fingers slowly curled as he gently pulled a yellow mist from their chests and had it spiral within his palm. Once released, the mist was encased inside a gray bubble. He watched the wishes and both bubbles turned blue. He smiled, for their hearts were well intentioned.

The new citizens were less confident in their circumstance. They felt different. What was expected to be a weight lifted from their shoulders felt like a piece of themselves had gone missing. A vital piece. A piece that they no longer remembered. They looked back at the King for answers. "I understand that you're worried, but I can assure you. You will be safe here. Your wishes will be safe as well." They turned around and faced the crowd. Everybody cheered for the new citizens but they were still befuddled. Magnifico's words didn't bring comfort to their feeling but at least they got to stay? Before the cheering crowd, all they could do was to awkwardly wave before descending the platform.

Asha watched them from the middle of the stage, holding the staff and bag. The familiar pang of sadness in her heart. It was the same reaction for every new comer giving up their first wish. The newfound emptyness. The hunger to follow. Anything and everything done to fulfill it. The deepest wish, a window to the soul that Magnifico needed to see if the people here were well-intentioned and were gentle the next year. This was best for the kingdom, right?

Magnifico turned to her with the wishes in hand and she opened up the bag. He sent the bubbles floated into the sack. He turned back around to see one more person on the stage. He asked for their name, then manifested their wish. Asha stood by and kept the bag open for each wish to be collected. There were many people in line up today. Fortunately, she had more sacks.

The line got shorter and Asha's third sack continued to fill. Newcomers left the stage disheartened, old residents left the stage tired. The last person left with a wobble in their step. With Magnifico holding the staff and the chest still on the floor, Asha tied up the last sack and carried two of them back inside the castle. They weren't heavy but they were big. They were up to her neck in height. The last one hidden away, that concluded the first part of the Ceremony. Now was time for the raffle.

Asha took up the chest and opened the lid wide. "Now! Who's wish shall be granted at this hour?" He called out to the people as Asha lifted the wishes into the air. The crowd hollered at the sight of them. Praying that it was their wish on display. "First wish of the day. Graceful and vibrant as a butterfly. Sania Osman!" He called out. Everyone clapped as a woman near the side shrieked aloud. "It's me! IT'S ME! HE CALLED ME! Oh, great Heavens!" She shouted, squeezing her to the staircase. Once on stage, she vibrated like a bee! It was five months ago that she gave up her wish, and now she was having it publicly granted. "Next, with the heart and will of a bull! Agni Pal!" A man nearly collapsed upon the announcement and people applauding him. Agni Pal, dressed in deep brown, came onto the platform. "And last but not least. With a love for the arts." Within the crowd, Sakina and Sabino looked up at the king. Was he looking at them? "One with a great love for their occupation and needs to maintain their craft for the hope of the people." Magnifico was indeed, looking at them. Sabino cling onto Sakina's arm harder, excited. Was it actually today? Could he still be the influence that people needed?

"Sakina Astrada!" He held out his hand in her direction. Sakina face lit up before turning shocked. She looked at Saba. His a face bleak with newfound disappointment. "...Oh, Saba." She said, caressing his back. Sabino laid his hand on her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. "It's alright, mi lily. Go on and get your wish. I'll have it another day."

She gave Sabino a hug before going.

Sakina smiled to Asha once she was on the platform. King Magnifico observed the three people in front of him. He took one wish from the chest. "Sania Osman." He turned to her. She started fanning herself as he took her wish from the chest and held it in front of her. "As the summer lavender blooms for the bees, it is my pleasure to grant your heart's desire." As he said this, the wish glowed yellow. The bubble faded to reveal a yellow silk moth inside. It took flight and went above Sania's head. Moving in a circle, the moth emitted a silk like stream from its wings. The moth flew down with the silk floating behind it. Sania rose her hands to try and catch it, but it zoomed around her arms, binding them in silk. Sania peeped at the tingling sensation in her arms as the moth sat on her enclosed knuckles, waiting for the rest of the silk to fall, cutting off it's end of the silk. Once the first end of the silk fell past her knees, the moth zipped to that end and glided up. The silk split and vanished where the moth passed, as though it were cut by scissors. Smooth as water, the moth glided back up, cutting Sania's arms free. Stretching its body midair, it took a new form. Before the audience, Sania reached out as the moth transformed into a pair of golden scissors that gently fell into her hands. Her wish, to be the greatest dressmaker in her family. Sania couldn't hold back her tears. This was the greatest day of her life. Agni and Sakina clapped for the lucky lady. The audience applauded.

Magnifico pulled out another wish. "Agni Pal. As the Sun shines his longest day, it is my honor to grant your deepest passion." Agni and the others watched as the wish revealed a yellow flame moth. It took flight and begun flying in circles. Agni was confused. Why was his doing that? Before he could say anything, the moth started emitting sparks. It circled faster, casting more sparks when-

~FLOOUSH

The moth combusted. Engulfed in flames but intact. Agni shrieked and shielded himself as the flaming moth came at him. It zoomed and landed on his head. Then, Agni was engulfed in flames. Everyone screamed at the visual. Everyone but Magnifico and Amaya. Agni held up his arms. Just like the moth, he wasn't burning. He looked around the panicked masses. He looked at Sania and Sakina. "Does it... hurt?" Asked Sakina. He shook his head. He felt itchy. Only a mild discomfort as his muscle memory was reconstructed much more drastically than Sania. He felt his hair and removed the moth. He held the upturned moth in his palms like one would hold a bird when the fire on his body retreated from the feet up and transformed in different areas. Fire converged on his front, turning into a long, black apron. The remaining fire receded to his arms, shaping into thick, black gloves. The moth stretched out his wings and glowed like molten glass. It grew and morphed into a blob before splitting into two parts in each hand. The forms stopped glowing as they completed their transformations. A hammer and tongs. Speechless but extatic, Agni raised his tools and crossed them above his head. The crowd cheered and the other two clapped. His wish, to be an expert blacksmith.

Now for the last wish of the evening. "Sakina Astrada. At the hour of dusk, I witness your integrity and grace. It is with great pride and humility, that I fulfill your heart's will." Her wish unfolded around another yellow silk moth. It crawled onto the tips of Magnifico's fingers. It sat there for a good minute, looking at Sakina with curiosity before flying. It flew up around her body, examining her, and Sakina placed out her hands. She stared amazed as the moth landed in her cup hands. Her wish looked back at her with warmth before snuggling in her palms. Overwhelmed by the warmth and gentleness of the wish, Sakina leaned in and placed a little kiss on top of the moth's head. From where it promptly fell asleep. Agni and Sania stared at the wish, promptly confused. No sparks? No silk? No flashy colors? Any dramatic transformation? What was her wish doing? Surely, it wasn't just sleeping in her hands. Sakina showed the moth to Asha with a proud look on her face. This was her first wish to be ceremonially granted! "It's beautiful." Asha signed. It became too quiet for anyone to consider speaking. She turned and showed the moth to the audience. They were also confused. The silence was broken in a series of whispers. "Is this a joke?" Someone went. "Is it broken, what is it doing?" Somebody else went. "Poor lady. Her wish might be a buzzkill."

Sabino looked around. Slightly angry at everyone whispering down on her wish. He clapped loudly! "Yaaaaaay. It's amazing!" He cheered. The people stared at him like he was mad but Sakina smiled at his support. The moth awakened and stretched its body. The moth took to the air where it suddenly turned into an orb that begun growing. The crowd went silent, it was happening. Sakina stepped back as the orb grew larger and larger. When it finally stopped, it was as large as Sakina's body. Slowly, she reached out and touched it. And then the orb popped. In it's place was a spinning wheel. The people looked at each other and back at the spinning wheel, slightly agitated. A spinning wheel? They knew Sakina was a good seamstress but, she didn't wish to be the greatest seamstress? For golden cotton? A golden spinning wheel? It wasn't even a sort of metal, the moth did the least and most for a wooden spinning wheel.

Sakina step forward and passed her hand over the wheel. Smooth, dark oak. She gently gripped and turned the wheel. It spun without any creek or rattle. And last, with a single finger, she tapped the spindle of the wheel. It was pointed but the was rounded, and it didn't splinter. Sakina could cry. It was perfect! A spitting image of her old one. The applause of Agni and Sania was soft and unconfident. Still upended by her wish. How and why would Magnifico grant such a simple wish? Was it Sakina's relationship with his assistant?

She turned to Magnifico and bowed down. "Thank you so much your majesty." Magnifico smiled at the appreciation. "The pleasure is mine." Magnifico addressed the crowd. "People of Rosas! The wishes of the Summer Solstice!" The kingdom erupted in cheers and praises for the King and the prizemen.

Asha looked on as the people applauded those on stage. There was variety of people thrilled by the visuals and disappointed that they weren't selected. Agni and Sania made their way off the platform. Sakina picked up the spinning wheel and gave Asha a wink before following suit. "Rosas!" Magnifico called out to the audience. "May this Summer bring us warmth and prosperity! Vitality and transformation! Go forth and indulge in the festivities of this night and the next." With his blessings said, fireworks fired off. Explosions off red, orange, blue and white lit up the darkening sky. The Ceremony has concluded.

"Asha." Magnifico came to face her. "As I have mentioned before, I have someone in the throne room who can assist you on your outing later. Come this way." He said before walking away. Before she could follow, a strange feeling stopped Asha in her tracks. A feeling of someone burning holes in the back of her head.

'Don'tturnaround. Don'tturnaround. Don'tturnaround. Don'tturn-'

"Asha?" At her side, Queen Amaya came up from behind her with warm and concerned eyes. "Are you alright?" It wasn't from her. Magnifico had stopped walking to look back at her. "Oh, I'm alright." Asha said. "Just a little tired." Amaya nodded and led her with Magnifico.

Little to their knowledge, somebody in the crowd south from them was actually watching them intently. A woman with long, blonde sausage curls stared at Asha but not like the other stares that she received. Some stared at her with excitement, want, and sometimes envy. But the stare of this woman, was of hostility.

Inside the castle, Magnifico opened the door to the throne room with a wave of his hand and let the two women enter first. "Do you have an extra guard?" Asked Asha. The room was dimly lit by the remaining sunlight from the large windows. "Kind of. Someone smaller but well fit." Magnifico remarked. "And adorable." Amaya added with a chuckle. Magnifico blew a whistle with his fingers. There was no response. Magnifico frowned and blew his fingers again. Again no response. "Charo! Will you please come out here. I have a job for you." There was a growl from across the room. From behind the Queen's throne, a pair of green eyes showed within the shadows. An Iberian Lynx slowly made his way to the monarchs. Dropping a pig's bone from its mouth. "Asha. This is Charo. Charo, this is Asha." Charo sat down at the Queen's feet and yowled. "You... have a pet lynx?" Asha asked. "Yes. He's shy and doesn't like being out in the city so most don't know about him. He's our little guardian lynx. He helps me travel through the city." Amaya bent down and picked up the 30 pound cat. "Charo. Could you escort Asha home and ward off anyone that makes her uncomfortable?" Charo looked between Amaya and Asha and gave an affirmative yowl. Asha was wide-eyed and shook her head. "Your majesties, I am grateful for the offer but I don't think I can take him. It's rather extensive to take a large animal with me. I shouldn't take such a prized creature to go home." She retorted. 'Especially after offending the King'. Asha thought.

"This is a gift, Asha." Magnifico emphasized, concerned. "I said that I knew someone who could get you home and I am a man of my word. He can make his way back to us after. My duty is to protect the people of Rosas. And that includes you." Amaya placed Charo down on his paws. He walked over to Asha, sniffing her body and then rubbed his side against her legs. "I insist Asha. Please. Don't endanger yourself to try and convenience us." Asha stood still as the lynx took in her scent, she smiled at his gentleness and nodded to the monarchs. "Then it is settled." He scratched Charo behind his ear. "Protect her with your life, Charo. Have a great and safe evening, Asha." Magnifico said. With the doors still open, Charo was the first to walk out. The King and Queen bid Asha goodnight before she left. With the doors shut behind her, Asha went to see Charo against the wall near the doors. "Hello." She said to him. " Oh, shoot! I forgot to mention. I have a baby goat with me. Do you eat goats?" Charo looked at her as though she just asked what bread was. "Right, wrong question. Sorry." She put her hands on her hips as she thought of a different question. "Are you hungry right now?" He licked his paw and blinked at her. No. He won't be for a while. Alright. They're all set to leave.

A/N:

This took longer than expected but I cut it shorter than intended but I want to write a wholesome chapter.

I finally got to conduct my moth Ceremony! I wish the movie told us what Sakina's wish was so I made her up a mild one that would test the ideals of the people and hint to her own values. All the while, present the correlation of loved ones of the King's assistant having their wishes granted sooner.

@annymation @signed-sapphire @mythartist21 @wings-of-sapphire @chillwildwave @rascalentertainments @oh-shtars @uva124 @kstarsarts @hopeyarts @spectator-zee

[toasterdrake]

Doric x gn!Reader - helping when her arm is strained from an injury

Simon's healing spell had been lacking. Healing wasn't his strongest suit, and his strongest suit was questionable at best. Time would be the best nurse.

Regardless, Doric was impatient. She despised her own crippling weakness, and tried to ignore its existence. Unfortunately, her injury was very real, insistent, and certainly not ignoring her.

Her most pressing issue as of now, Doric was annoyed she hadn't been able to wash her hair, something she took great care to maintain. An incapacitated arm would not stop her -- other simple tasks may have been difficult, but she had triumphed over those as well.

Slipping out of your shared room in the tavern, Doric set out to find the washroom, intent on addressing her needs herself despite the party's offers.

Your dreams had been restless, your sleep light. Having awoken to creaking bed springs, in the semi-darkness you watched Doric's silhouette creep into the hallway, the door's latch falling softly.

After a beat, you rose from your own bed. You couldn't help but feel protective when Doric was this vulnerable. It didn't help that recently she'd made a habit of only hurting herself further in her insistence to act unhindered.

Feeling your way along the wall as your eyes adjusted to the low light of the hallway, you followed Doric's track. She was easy enough to locate, a significant indicator of her presence that of candelight spilling from beneath a closed door.

Armour discarded for the sake of comfortable rest, Doric's tunic was folded by the side of the sink, leaving the druid in only her bindings. It must've hurt to wriggle out of her tunic, if her quiet attempts to shed her armour earlier that night were any indication.

Copper hair darkened and slick, rivulets of water weaved between the map of freckles across her pale shoulders. Her horns gleamed in the glow of a single candle's flickering flame, and the dark pupils of her eyes were blown wide; cobalt almost sapphire.

Leaning on the door frame, you regarded her. She didn't seem bothered to be shirtless in front of you, so you didn't make a thing of it.

"You're being foolish."

Doric rolled her eyes and scoffed. "It's a simple task."

You hummed. "Maybe so, but it's one you can't do yourself right now." Taking a step closer, you eased the door closed behind you. "You're halfway there already, so just let me help."

"If I'm halfway there then let me finish." Doric retorted, dismissing you by facing the basin.

Alas, the next stretch of her task was easily the most difficult. Doric eyed the soap bar, then turned back to you.

"You'll tell no one about this."

"Fine by me," you said, cracking a smile.

Sitting on a three-legged stool, Doric leaned back over the basin, bracing her arms on either side of the table. This was your wordless permission to begin. Every muscle in Doric's body was tense, and she glared fixedly at the splintered ceiling as you walked over.

Lathering soap onto your hands first, you started at her temples; massaging in little circles with your fingertips. This carried you down to the nape of her neck, and thus to the ends of her hair, which led you back up to her roots. Doric's eyes fluttered.

Working around her horns was simple enough, though the thought crossed your mind to ask if they needed maintenance as well; oil, or whatever else? Ultimately, you decided not to overstep your welcome and leave her care to herself. There would be another time.

In no time at all -- or a good hour later, neither of you knew -- all that remained was to wash out the soap with clean water. Shielding her eyes with one hand, you worked through Doric's hair until confident it was free of suds. Then, allowing the druid to lift her head at long last, you dragged another stool over, having aquired a towel.

Despite not being of the finest quality, the towel did its job well enough. Minutes ticked by as you made every laborious effort, Doric growing fonder of your care with every second. At the cost of your time, a simple task had been made simple again.

Carefully dried now, Doric's hair was crazily soft. Doric seemed content with your attention now, as she had no complaints when you picked up the horsehair brush leaning against the basin, a low steady purr rumbling in her throat instead.

Carding your fingers through her hair a final time, a grand opportunity had been presented to you. Sparing a few extra seconds, your fingers worked nimbly to weave a small braid just behind her ear. Unnoticed by the extremely relaxed tiefling, you tied it off with a strand of your own hair, enjoying how your shade complemented hers.

Delusions kept private, you shook Doric awake -- the late hour and calming ministrations had allowed her to drift into a much-needed rest. Her jaw cracked with a yawn as you helped her get her tunic over her shoulders. Asleep on her feet, you guided her back down the hallway by the light of the candle.

"Thanks," Doric spared a moment to murmur before dropping onto her bed, injured arm out at an angle.

"My pleasure," you whispered back amidst her gentle snores.

Blowing out the candle, you climbed into your own covers, wide awake, heart hammering. You brought your hands up to your burning cheeks, closing your eyes tightly.

[msweebyness]

WereMiraculous- Tending Wounds

Hey hey hey, it’s Weeby with the third Myvan May short! We’re with the werewolves this time, and this is gonna be a feelsy one! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Mylene couldn’t stop her breath from catching in her throat as her mate entered the alcove of the den where she performed her duties as the pack’s medic. Covered in huge and ugly bruises and littered with bleeding cuts, including a particularly nasty gash on his chest, Ivan gave the petite she-wolf an apologetic smile as he was holding his right wrist in a way that didn’t look promising, as well as walking with a slight limp.

Involuntarily, she felt tears begin to spring to her brilliant amber eyes. This was just one of countless times Ivan got hurt, and yet the pain of seeing it was just as sharp as it had been the times before. He was fulfilling his role in the pack, that much was true, but how was she, as his mate, supposed to not worry?

Grunting with effort as he made his way over to sit on the stone slab where she treated the wounds of her fellow wolves, Ivan gave Mylene another pained smile before he pulled off his torn shirt as she shakily began gathering the supplies she would need to patch him up.

“Sorry, My. I, uh, I got a little banged up again.”, the burly wolf said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. Mylene could only purse her lips in response as she set to work cleaning off his cuts.

“I can see that, Ivan.”, she managed in as even a tone as she could, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her, but the next thing she said slipped out without her meaning it to, “And I wish that this wasn’t such a frequent thing. You going out and getting yourself hurt.”

She felt him tense slightly under her touch, before he released it with a heavy sigh. This was a discussion they’d had many times before, and she doubted that they wouldn’t have it again.

“Mylene, it’s my job to protect the pack. I go out and fight to keep the people that matter most to me safe. Our friends, Sasha, and you.”, he said solemnly, as she began to bandage up his cuts before moving to set and wrap his wrist so it would heal properly, “If anything happened to you that I could have stopped…if you got hurt…”

“And how do you think it makes me feel? You’re my mate too, Ivan, the same as I’m yours. It hurts me, unbelievably so, to see you go out and get injured like this.”, Mylene said sharply as she began to thread her needle to stitch up the slash across his chest, her anger quickly giving way to guilt as she dipped it in the salve that would numb the pain for him as she worked. She knew he was only trying to fulfill his role in the pack. It was his nature to protect, she saw it every day, with how he always walked on the outer edge of the group watching for danger. During the night, when he curled over her and Sasha, acting as a shield while they slept.

Despite the intense conversation, both of their faces flushed a rosy pink as she moved in close to him and rested one hand over his bare, broad chest to hold the other steady as it stitched up the wound. As she worked, Ivan spoke again, his voice full of deep emotion.

“I’m sorry, My. I never want to make you worry.”, he said in a heavy voice, resting his forehead against hers as she finished her work and set the needle aside. Mylene moved to nuzzle into him, careful to avoid his wounds, laying her head where she could hear his steady heartbeat.

“I know…it’s just…I can’t help it…you mean so much to me.”, she said softly against the warmth of his skin. Ivan’s strong arms wrapped around her, sending a feeling of comfort and safety through her.

“And you mean the world to me, Mylene. That’s why I’ll always fight to keep you safe, no matter what.”, he said before he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “And I promise I’ll do everything I can to never leave you.”

“I love you.”, she whispered softly against his chest.

“I love you too.”, he breathed into her thick blonde curls. Mylene broke away just so slightly to look up into his intense silvery eyes.

“I could really use a cuddle right now.”, she said, managing a little smile, which was returned by Ivan before they both shifted into their wolf forms. (Ask any werewolf and they’ll tell you this is the best way to snuggle.)

Nuzzling into Ivan’s thick grey fur, Mylene allowed herself to soak in his warmth as he wrapped his muscular form around her small and delicate one. He gave a few soft licks to the side of her muzzle and she gently and affectionately nipped at his neck.

It wasn’t long before they both drifted off to sleep, finding comfort in their closeness. Mylene’s last thought before she slipped from consciousness was that even if Ivan got hurt, he would always find a way to come back to her.

Here’s the first little WereMiraculous short! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[1-khxna-1]

¡! ❞The Shadow of Mars¡! ❞

Pearl x gem reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚ words: 888 google docs pages: 2

part: 3/4

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After your walk, you went back inside the temple. Steven was in his bed, sound asleep as usual. Dreaming to his heart’s content. Pearl was watching him sleep until you walked in then her cheeks turned a light blue,” do you know how to knock!?” but then she calmed down after she saw it was you. In fact, she calmed down so much to shoot you with a dirty look before turning away and walking downstairs.” welcome back pearl! I thought you lost yourself outside there.” you said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes, trying to mask her annoyance at your comment. She knew you were just trying to be annoying, but her dry tone was a clear indication that she was not amused. She crossed her arms,” Ha ha very funny.” you grabbed a cup and filled it up with water, even though you didn't need to eat or drink or sleep or really do anything, Steven got you used to it. you signed and looked at Pearl,” Look. I can forgive you. I suppose… But I can never forget something like that” Her face was full of shock, “what… What about what happened on the beach?”

You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Yeah, what about it?" you asked, wanting to know what she was so shocked about. She continued to stare at you like you had grown five more heads, which you hadn't. You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow, trying to figure out why she was so taken aback. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke up. "It's just… I didn't expect you to forgive me..”

“I'm mainly forgiving you for Steven.”Her expression changed in an instant, faster than Steven could pull out his shield to protect himself. "So then I didn't earn it," she said, her voice firm and determined. "I can't just be forgiven just because of Steven. I need to show that I earned it." now it was your turn to look at her in shock as if she had grown five heads. It was a strange thing for her to say, but you could tell that she meant it. She was determined to prove her worth, for who knows at this point these crystal gems are strange people.

“Alright just don't overdo it I guess,” you said not really wanting her to but you knew she was going to overdo it.

And that she did, whenever they had a battle you would be the first person to protect. Even though you could protect yourself just fine. Each day she protected you, you felt like a diamond at this point. It was difficult to witness a pearl making a considerable effort to seek forgiveness from you. Whenever you left to fetch some water, she would persistently hold her spear in a defensive stance as if anticipating an attack.

But then the real challenge came when dealing with Jasper and Peridot. They had come down in a green hand ship..? When they came down each crystal gem was there, even Steven which you thought was stupid, of course, Pearl was in front of you holding her spear out ready to attack. your weapon, gotten from your gem was a blade. the battle was short-lived with the crystal gems and you sadly losing. all of you had gotten poofed and placed in holding cells, yours being right next to Pearl.

“We could have won if you weren't busy protecting me,” you said, you were perfectly fine with protecting yourself.

“I just wanna earn your forgiveness. I can't live knowing that you just forgave me because of Steven, it isn't right,” she said.

“Well you will live and you have earned it”, your eyes were glued to the ground as you spoke to Pearl through the wall, “You do not need to defend me when I'm perfectly fine to do it myself pearl, its stupid and now we're going to homeworld to probably be shattered.” as if on queue steven ran up to the cells and helped you both out. You, Steven, Pearl, and Amethyst ran to the control room .peridot was there but that ended with her getting on an escape pod and fleeing, the ship was turned around and gotten back to earth in pieces. Once everyone was grouped Jasper and Lapis had fused but was pulled into the ocean…

“Yeah that's enough for me.” you picked up Steven and walked back into the house.

“Wa-wait we can't just leave Lapis in the ocean with Jasper!” Steven said as he wiggled out of your hold.

“She’ll be fine we’ll go looking for them in the morning.” Steven signed and climbed into his bed.

“Goodnight Steven.”

“Night tanzanite!”

He said as he fell fast asleep. you walked outside and saw Pearl just staring into the ocean.” Don't overthink it we’ll look in the morning Pearl.” you placed your hand on her shoulder. Her hands had balled up” It's not that simple. I put all of us in danger just.. Just cause..” she had stopped talking..? You looked at your arms tangled around her in a hug.” it's not your fault pearl.” a glow had emerged from both of your gems..? Before you knew it, the two of you had fused.

[rosanna-writer]

a simple name, and everything has changed

Summary: we said hello and your eyes look like coming home, Rhys POV chapters Or: Rhys's slow realization that he's mated to Prythian's most chaotic human (and how much he loves her for it) Warnings: implied/referenced sexual assault Word Count: ~3k

I decided to pull together some of my notes on what's going through Rhys's head and write a few Rhys POV chapters of we said hello and your eyes look like coming home! This is his POV of chapter six: this mad, mad love makes you coming running, which is his reunion with Feyre Under the Mountain.

Read on AO3, or you can find it under the cut.

The bond shifted as Feyre woke up. She was too tired to shield, each stab of pain from her broken ribs shooting across the thread tying us together. My own hand flew to my chest. Thank the Cauldron this hadn't happened until I'd finished enough rounds in Amarantha's bedroom that she was sleeping like the dead. A small mercy, but at least it went quicker now that I knew what she liked.

Even with her head swimming, Feyre was assessing her injuries and scrambling to her feet, like a prizefighter gearing up for a second round. All tenacity, which wouldn't be infuriating if she weren't hellbent on putting herself in danger. I winnowed to her cell.

At the sight of her covered in bruises, I couldn't hold back a snarl. She shouldn't have come down here—humans were so easy to hurt. "What the hell are you doing here, Feyre?" I said.

"I wasn't going to leave you down here to rot," she said. Her voice was strong, as if she hadn't just been unsteady on her feet a few seconds ago.

There was another bolt of pain from her broken nose, and I tamped down on the instinct to summon up a scrap of magic to heal every last injury. Everything in me was screaming to just winnow her back to Velaris, consequences be damned.

"You were supposed to be safe. If nothing else, that was the one thing—"

Yet again, she dug her heels in, cutting me off. "Who did you kill, Rhys?"

"A human woman about your size," I forced myself to say. I'd killed for her, and she had a right to know, even if it made me a monster in her eyes. "I mangled her corpse so it was unrecognizable, glamoured it to smell like you, and left it for Tamlin to find. Amarantha was delighted I'd sent him a clear message to think twice about breaking the curse. I didn't want anyone to come looking for you."

At first, she said nothing. The swelling and broken bones made her expression hard to read, but if I wasn't mistaken, she was thoughtful, not horrorstruck. I didn't understand it.

"What you're telling me is that you felt strongly enough about me to kill on my behalf after one night, but you didn't think I'd come back for you?"

That wasn't the point. I wasn't the point. All of this was to keep her safe, and for some reason I couldn't fathom, she was determined to get herself killed. Despite my best efforts, I was likely going to watch my mate die in front of me, sooner rather than later. Just the thought of it had darkness leaking from me.

"You have no idea how relieved I was when you got to Ve— When you got home. All of this was worth it if you were safe. But now you're not."

"You clearly think you're worthless, so If it makes you feel better, tell yourself I'm doing this for all of Prythian instead," she snapped, blue-grey eyes flashing. I stilled. "I can't go back now, so help instead of lecturing me."

For a moment, I said nothing, just blinked in surprise. I hadn't known what to expect coming down to her cell, but not for her to be upset with me. A horrible new possibility bloomed in the back of my mind—that she'd seen Velaris and discovered that somehow I hadn't protected my people as well as I'd thought and that she rightfully considered me a failure.

"Did you think I haven't been helping you this whole time?" I said, sounding pathetic even to my own ears. "Tamlin gave her your name, not me. While those faeries were beating you, I broke into their minds and ensured they didn't leave any permanent damage. It was the best I could do without them realizing I was in their heads. There were too many of them for me to also get into yours and take away your pain. I'm…sorry it wasn't enough."

She sighed and leaned back against the wall, the fire gone from her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice was small. "Thank you for all of it. I didn't— It's not that— I just…needed to know that you're in my corner. That's enough. You're enough."

I didn't understand Feyre—and odds were, I'd never get the chance to—but I was suddenly very certain that someone important had abandoned her. Maybe more than once.

One day, I'd kill whoever had done that to her.

But now, we had a task at hand, and I needed her to know I was on her side and always would be. I'd do everything I could for her, even if Under the Mountain, that wasn't much.

"May I?" I said, reaching a hand towards her face.

She nodded, and I swept my thumb along the small patch of unblemished skin on her cheek. For the first time in weeks, I was touching my mate.

The crackle of electricity along the bond told me she was thinking along the same lines.

Fifty years Under the Mountain made it a wonder to touch someone I wanted to touch. It didn't matter that it was nothing more than the pad of my thumb brushing her cheek, the feeling was intoxicating. I'd never wanted to put my hands all over someone like this.

And I could feel that she wanted it, too.

"I can't heal everything without arousing suspicion, but I won't let a crooked nose mar the most beautiful face in Prythian," I said, sounding more like the person I'd been before that bitch had trapped me here.

For a moment, Feyre looked too stunned to speak, which was ridiculous. It wasn't as if I'd been lying when I'd called her beautiful. "Are you flirting with me? Now?" she said, her voice seeming to rise several octaves.

I shrugged. "If not now, when?" She seemed to accept that answer. And the flirting had felt good—and probably kept us both somewhat sane—but I couldn't keep ignoring her obvious injuries. "I have to set it in place first. It will hurt," I added.

"Just do it. I won't scream," she said with a defiant lift of her chin.

By the Cauldron, if you dropped this woman in the middle of the Blood Rite, she'd make it to the top of Ramiel with no killing magic, just sheer stubbornness alone. I'd known plenty of human warriors, but they didn't hold a candle to Feyre. And she was my mate.

"So stoic. Are you sure I'm on the only Illyrian here?"

But she just looked at me expectantly—even a bit impatiently, if I was being honest—and I wanted to laugh. Nothing stopped her. With a bittersweet twinge of pride, I thought about how easily she must have slotted herself in with Cassian and Azriel.

True to her word, Feyre was silent as I pushed her nose back into place and reached for the scrap of magic I was still allowed, thanking the Mother that it was sufficient to heal Feyre's nose. Her grey-blue eyes just held mine through all of it.

"Thanks."

Once her pain abated, I could breathe easier. I kissed the tip of her nose and moved closer, her scent drawing me in. Or at least, the scent of the glamour hiding the bond. I drank it in anyway, resting my forehead against hers. That lavender and pear scent had haunted my dreams for years now, and it had kept me from breaking.

More clear-headed, I straightened up after a few moments. Amarantha wouldn't be asleep forever. "We need to plan while I have time with you."

"How did you manage to get down here for so long anyway?" Feyre said, immediately wincing. But at least this time, the movement in her face didn't send more pain lancing across the bond.

"I tired her out," I said, forcing a smile. Feyre still looked horrified, and I refused to burden her with this. I made a gesture to indicate it was no big deal and hoped she believed me.

Feyre started to pace. I leaned against the wall and watched her for a moment, just appreciating the view. I'd heard her describe me as feline in her thoughts often enough, but I don't think she really understood that in this cell, she was the one who moved like a caged tiger.

She didn't hesitate to get to the heart of the matter. "There's nothing stopping them from attacking me again, is there?"

"Whatever I'd have to subject you to in order to get you out of this cell might be worse," I said. It was an unpleasant truth, but there was no use in talking around it. "I may be able to spare you pain, but not humiliation."

"What are you thinking?"

"I can keep you with me if I treat you as a toy to taunt Tamlin with. Dress you up, degrade you in front of your so-called beloved, and make it clear to everyone else that I don't share."

I wished I had more to offer her, but I'd been turning this over in my mind for hours and hadn't come up with something better. I half-expected her to snap at me again, just for suggesting it. I wouldn't blame her for it.

She didn't, though, just shrugged and said, "There are worse fates."

I was glad she hadn't panicked, but it still seemed horribly insufficient. I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "The trouble is, it may cause complications when we all get out of here."

"Complications?"

I was obvious enough to me, but maybe not to her. Since Calanmai, I'd been dreaming of what a future for us could look like when we got out of here but perhaps….perhaps she didn't want that, too. I reminded myself that she hadn't known about mating bonds until a few weeks ago. Feyre hadn't grown up thinking she could have a mate one day, and now she'd permanently accepted one without realizing what was happening.

If she didn't want anything to do with me, I understood completely. She deserved better. She deserved choices.

"A human will have enough trouble being respected as Lady of the Night Court, if…you want that," I said, hating how uncertain I sounded. I caught the look on her face that told me she'd noticed, and now wasn't the time to talk about it. I pushed ahead before she could interrupt. "Parading you like that in front of everyone here will make it worse, even after revealing it's a ruse."

Obviously frustrated, she just paced faster. It was an effort not to push past her shields and read her thoughts on the matter. She could tell me herself, no matter how curious I was.

Then abruptly she froze and said, "What about my maidenhead?"

Cold horror gripped me. The thought hadn't crossed my mind before, but I'd been foolish not to have seen it. Cauldron boil and fry me, Feyre was so young.

"Your maidenhead? Cauldron Feyre, on Calanmai, did I—"

"You didn't. And before you ask, Tamlin didn't either," she said, voice flat. That was strange—I hadn't been thinking of Tamlin at all. "But no one else needs to know that if you can ensure Tamlin and Lucien won't expose the lie. Tell everyone you intend to make an event of taking my virginity. It would give you a reason to make sure no one touches me and still leave me down here."

Brilliant. She was utterly brilliant, and I could have kissed her right then and there. Stubborn and strategic.

"Now there's an idea," I said, pressing my fingers together under my chin. The rest of the plan formed in my mind easily, the pieces coming together. "It would work, if only for a short while. They'll question why I haven't just done it if it drags on too long, but I'll take whatever time we can get. I'll ward the cell and have someone trusted bring a change of clothes and body paint for when Amarantha drags you out for housework."

Her smile could only be described as mischievous. If I wasn't mistaken, by some miracle, she was flirting back. "And of course you'll have to come down here frequently to ensure the paint is still intact."

"It would be far too important a task to delegate," I purred in that way I knew she liked.

Feyre gave me one more smile then resumed her pacing; I was beginning to suspect she never sat still. "And the riddle? Has she given it any consideration?" she said, all business again.

"Not yet, and before you ask, we've all been barred from helping you solve it or telling you the first task. I have her ear, and I'll keep pushing her to make plans that play to your strengths."

She nodded, and I shared everything I could think of that might give her some small advantage Under the Mountain. I couldn't arm her with weapons, just information. It was better than nothing. As I deposited the information in her head, I was careful not to push deeper into her mind accidentally. She deserved privacy.

We had a tentative plan in place, and I doubted Amarantha would stay asleep much longer. Swallowing my disgust, I brushed against her mental shields just briefly enough to reassure myself she was still asleep without alerting her.

I turned my attention back to Feyre quickly. "I don't have to go right this moment, but soon."

She nodded, not quite able to maintain that same stoicism from before. We were both suddenly very aware that I'd have to leave her here in this cell. The thought of it was already ripping me apart.

Feyre was impossible to leave. But if I had to force myself to do it, at least I'd leave her with something.

"Feyre, do you mind if I…Could— Could you please come here and take a seat?" I said.

She eyed me curiously but did as I said, sitting down on the pallet of hay that had been left for her. I knelt behind her, and she kept watching me over her shoulder. The confusion was still written all over her face, as if she had no idea that she was the only one in the world I'd ever willingly get on my knees for.

"That bruise towards the top of your ribs is going to make it uncomfortable to lift your arm, at least for another day or two," I said, sliding the tie off the end of her braid.

As gently as I could, I ran my fingers through her golden brown hair, smoothing out the tangles but mostly just savoring the feel of the strands against my fingers. Given the opportunity, I'd card my fingers through her hair for hours.

But we didn't have hours, so I started to braid. It had been centuries since I'd done this for anyone—Mor had been the first, when she'd insisted I learn because she didn't have any female friends in the Court of Nightmares, then my sister when she'd been a youngling, and eventually even Cassian when his hair had been longer and we'd been bored to tears in the war-camps and desperate for a laugh. And now Feyre.

"I won't be there if you wake up and vomit tonight, so consider this my way of holding your hair back for you," I said softly. I'd felt her nightmares, watched through the bond as she'd emptied her stomach into the toilet, and spent too many nights wishing I could be there for her.

It wasn't enough, but she needed to know she wasn't alone.

I tied off the end of her braid, and she turned to face me so we we sitting knee to knee "Thank you," she said. "And you have a lifeline, too, you know. Use it."

She tugged on the bond, and I nodded, unable to talk about this. It was something I couldn't bear to burden her with, not when she was looking at me so sadly. I was feeling horribly insufficient again. I'd done something for her, I realized, but maybe there was more she needed to hear me say.

"Don't think I'm not still upset with you, but while we can speak face-to-face, I should say that you were brilliant in that throne room. It was a clever bit of bargaining. And I know you were training before, but that much tenacity can't be taught. It's an innate gift."

She smiled. I memorized the sight of it because I'd made her smile. At least I was good for something.

"That's the nicest way anyone's called me stubborn," she said.

Somehow, I was smiling, too. Under the Mountain, a real smile felt like an impossibility. But Feyre had made it happen.

She stood and held her hand out to me, as if she was ready to lead me out from this place. I took it and got to my feet, desperate to follow her.

"Stay safe," she whispered, ridiculous as it was when she'd just thrown herself into the line of fire in that throne room.

"You too," I said.

I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but my eyes landed on the swelling in her lips. Even the slightest pressure against that might hurt, and I wouldn't risk causing her pain.

And besides, Feyre Archeron was the Queen of Night. A beating and a cell didn't change that, and she deserved to be treated like it. And I was still a High Lord of Prythian, even Under the Mountain. I bent at the waist and kissed the back of her hand, then winnowed away.

Before summoning Nuala and Cerridwen, I took a moment to breathe. On the other end of the bond, Feyre—brilliant, brave, unstoppable Feyre—was already thinking about makeshift weapons.

We were going to get out of here.

[spei-sidus]

Like a Fairy

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings

Written for UsaMamo Week 2023, Day 6

An injured Usagi leads the nijizuishou to not only replenish her energy, but also form the Ginzuishou.

Note: I really wanted to write a calm, descriptive feeling surrounding the Ginzuishou and wings. Instead I'm on this Reveal AU kick. I hope this is still enjoyable!

“I am the beautiful sailor-suited Senshi, Sailor Moon! In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you! – AHHHH!” The Senshi of the moon started running haphazardly as the youma began hurling acidic projectiles her way.

“Supreme Thunder!”

“Akuryo Taisan!”

“I didn’t sign up for this!” Sailor Moon screamed, still running.

“You stupid Senshi,” Zoisite said, twirling a lock of his hair, the final nijizuishou in his grasp. “Now if only Cape Boy shows up, we can finally end this.”

A red rose flew right into the youma’s chest, causing it to scream and cease its projectile throwing. Sailor Moon doubled over in relief.

“I’m not giving up my nijizuishou, Zoisite,” Tuxedo Kamen said firmly as he went to Sailor Moon’s side. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you, Tuxedo Kamen-sama.” She drew herself up to her full height. “Moon Tiara Boomerang!” she cried. Instead of disintegrating, the youma exploded upon impact, catching Sailor Moon full on.

“SAILOR MOON!”

Sailor Moon felt her fuku start to disintegrate, burning the injuries underneath. It was unbearable. “Forgive me,” she told her Senshi as she released her henshin, panting weakly. Before anyone could react, Zoisite had teleported to Usagi’s side, holding her like a shield, a hand holding her neck and the underside of her jaw, tilting her face upward.

“The nijizuishou, now!” Zoisite demanded.

Tuxedo Kamen was trembling, staring at the girl he knew all too well. His hand twitched in indecision.

“LET GO OF ME YOU JERK!”

Everyone, even Zoisite, fell to their knees at the ear-shattering noise, allowing Usagi to roll away from the Dark Kingdom General. “How DARE you use me as a hostage!” she shouted, clutching her torso in pain. The others raced to her side, shielding her protectively. Sailor Mercury was scanning Usagi swiftly while Sailor Mars and Sailor Jupiter looked ready to do damage. Tuxedo Kamen stood behind Usagi, ready to whisk her away at any moment.

“It doesn’t look good, Moon,” Sailor Mercury murmured. Usagi’s energy was draining from her wounds.

“It doesn’t matter,” Usagi murmured back, trembling with the effort to stand. “He’s not going to stop until he’s taken out all of us.”

“We should retreat-“

“No! I’m not letting Tuxedo Kamen-sama face him alone. And remember – I have nijizuishou, too. As Zoisite says, this ends here.” She took a deep breath before yelling, “Moon Prism Power, Make Up!” The magic enveloped her, coruscating in the night. Once again she was clad in her fuku, striking her signature pose, eyes glittering furiously at Zoisite. “For wreaking havoc and attempting extortion, I will not forgive you!”

“Big words from a little girl,” he said. “How old are you, twelve?”

“How old are you, with all of those wrinkles?”

“How dare you! I keep my face properly moisturized, thank you very much!”

There was a beat of silence.

“I didn’t know the Dark Kingdom had skincare products,” Sailor Jupiter snickered.

“Whatever it is, it’s not working,” Sailor Mars said with a smirk.

“SHUT UP!” Zoisite roared, flinging Dark Energy at them. All of them blocked; however, Sailor Moon, being already injured, fell to her knees. She was consequently cocooned in Tuxedo Kamen’s cloak.

“Stay with me,” Tuxedo Kamen murmured to Sailor Moon.

“I might not make it,” she gasped. “Just focus on yourself.”

“No.”

She blinked then looked up at him. She couldn’t make out his expression behind the mask. “Protect our princess, please,” she whispered, handing him her nijizuishou. “That’s all I ask.” She went limp, the henshin once again falling.

“Moon!” Mercury screamed as she ran to her friend’s side, having noted the critical energy levels.

“That’s one Senshi down,” Zoisite taunted as he started throwing more Dark Energy blasts at them.

“SAILOR MOON! WAKE UP! PLEASE!” The girls all screamed as they dodged the attacks. Then something miraculous happened. The nijizuishou appeared, hovering over Usagi, glittering with energy. She floated upward as the nijizuishou encircled her, like electrons around a nucleus, faster and faster, its magic reflecting off her pale skin. Then the nijizuishou coalesced, their colors mixing until a glittering crystal formed. The Maborishino Ginzuishou had formed at last. It lowered itself and disappeared into Usagi’s chest, the impact causing silver light to extend from every pore of her body. Then she was lowered onto the ground, slowly and carefully, back where she’d been by Tuxedo Kamen’s side, still sleeping, once again Sailor Moon.

“Her energy levels have stabilized,” Sailor Mercury said in wonder.

“MY GINZUISHOU!” Zoisite screamed, infuriated by this turn of events. He made to grab Sailor Moon.

“Supreme Thunder!”

“Akuryo Taisan!”

“Mercury Aqua Mist!”

Along with the three attacks, roses flew at the Dark Kingdom General. But he teleported, dodging effortlessly. A bubble surrounded Usagi; before anyone could stop it, she was back in Zoisite’s arms. With a sinister laugh Zoisite went to teleport back to the Dark Kingdom. Then a brilliantly bright light overcame them all, blinding them. The heroes felt the flutter of kisses brush their faces, energy caressing their forms. Zoisite screamed and gurgled, the power obviously overwhelming him. And then the light vanished. They blinked away the brightness. Sailor Moon, clad in wings, held a slumped over Zoisite in her arms. She lowered them slowly to the ground; the wings fading. The others moved to attack until Sailor Moon held up a hand. “He’s been healed,” she said simply; the others frowned in confusion.   

“The Ginzuishou disappeared inside of you,” Sailor Mars said.

“Way to state the obvious, pyro.”

“No need to be snarky,” Sailor Mercury admonished, scanning Sailor Moon.

“Sorry. It’s been a long day.” She turned to Tuxedo Kamen who still hovered worriedly. “So, I guess I’m keeping your nijizuishou,” she said wryly.

“So it would seem.” He looked at Sailor Mercury expectantly.

“It’s disappeared,” Sailor Mercury said with a furrow of her brows.

“And her injuries?” Tuxedo Kamen pressed.

“You still have some physical injuries, Moon,” Sailor Mercury said worriedly.

“What’s today? Wednesday, right?” Sailor Moon asked.

“Yeah,” Sailor Jupiter confirmed.

Sailor Moon cursed. “I need to sleep this off.”

“Can you get your mom to sign off on a sick day?” Sailor Mars asked worriedly.

“No. The best I can do is sleep in.”

“You always sleep in.”

“I’ll just go slow, you know. Not run. Not…bump into things. What’s one detention anyway? Or a few…however long this is going to heal.”

“Business as usual, eh, Moon? So, what are we going to do about Zoisite?” Sailor Jupiter asked.

“He’s healed,” Sailor Moon said with a shrug.

“So…”

“Leave him,” Tuxedo Kamen said shortly. “Healed or not, what he did was unforgiveable.” He looked Sailor Moon up and down.

Sailor Moon blushed. “I’ll be fine,” she said gently. “Let’s just go home – wha-” she gasped as Tuxedo Kamen picked her up.

“I’m not leaving you to go home by yourself,” he said firmly.

“We can get her home, Tuxedo Kamen!” Sailor Mars said.

“Yeah, she’s not telling you who she is or where she lives,” Sailor Mercury added.

“I’ll be alright,” she promised, a gloved hand reaching out to cup his face.

His jaw clenched. “Very well,” he said reluctantly, releasing her.

She turned towards the group, blinking slowly. Then the silver light radiated once more, and ethereal wings expanded outward. Upward she flew, gracefully, with a trail of sparkles in her wake, like a fairy. The others were stunned as they watched her go, before they quickly dispersed. Tuxedo Kamen broke their unspoken rule; he flew after her coruscating form, watching until she reached what he assumed was her bedroom window. He hovered on a nearby rooftop long after the lights went out, waiting for a sign that she was alright, relieved that she did leave her home – late as usual – but at a slow pace. He quickly backtracked until he met her at their usual place, but this time he didn’t collide with her; instead, expressing his worry, he walked her to school. He spent the rest of the day being kind and solicitous until she grew suspicious of his interest. Still, he refused to fight with her.

He would worry about the Ginzuishou and the princess later. He knew the Senshi and he were on the side of protecting the princess. He was willing to work through whatever needed to happen – no matter how long it took.

Meanwhile, a bewildered Zoisite, who had lived on Earth more than a thousand years ago and had no memory of his doings while part of the Dark Kingdom, was roaming the streets of Juuban looking for the other Shitennou and his prince. 

The End