#soren x sister reader

[roseauthor]

Hi rosé! Happy new year if it’s happened for you yet 💜

I wanted to request how Callum, Ezran, Rayla and Soren would react to having a secret older sister who is a very powerful mage but refuses to help them properly imprison Aaravos?

You can make up a reason on why she doesn’t want to help, I don’t mind + why she was hidden away.

Can I be the 🦉anon? If you say no that’s ok lol

Happy new year! I love you. Let’s get married. That’s one of the most interesting things to write. New year and being sick burned me out way too much. So seeing this request made me very happy. Sadly my writing for Soren kinda sucks I just can’t seem to get into his little head. (I had fun w ezran’s one, and Soren’s one isn’t canon sorry I tweaked.)

So erm.. my stupid ass does NOT know what an 🦉 canon is. So I’m very sorry! Not proof read. Anyway enjoy your request!

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞… 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩!

ℐ𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓃 ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇， 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓅 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝒹ℯ𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝑔𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈𝓉 ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹．

（ℐ𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀ℯ𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ）

~Rayla~ “season 7.”

Sorry excuse her? She just finds out from Astrid that Aaravos is literally back. And now she has to deal with this?!

Honestly, she would feel betrayed.

You probably popped up with Astrid while travelling around the world. In my opinion, moon-shadow elves don’t just leave their family, only for a mission.

And since were talking about her elder sister, your at least 4 years older in my eyes for her not to know you.

How it plays out:

“Aaravos has returned.” Astrid spoke, before speaking about how she couldn’t just not say anything, meanwhile Callum and Rayla just stood there. Disbelieve in their eyes.

“I.. I need a moment.” Callum said after most of the panic in his eyes disappeared, before walking off. Leaving Astrid and Rayla waiting. “By the way.. that’s not all.” Her words made Rayla groan,

“It cant be worse then Aaravos.”

“It can be.” You spoke as you stepped outside the shadow of a tree. You gave Astrid a nod, telling her subtly that you’d like to be alone with your little sister. Rayla looked at you, immediately on guard, dual swords pointing at you. “You’ve grown.” You spoke softly, holding the moon staf firmly in your hand as you stepped into the clearing.

“Loose the hood, and drop the staf.” Rayla said, which made you chuckle, you gently and slowly out the staf on the ground, standing up straight before removing the hood of your black cloak.

Her eyes widened the moment she saw you. You looked.. almost exactly like her. Identical, more like her father but still. In her moment of shock she lowered her weapons. “Who- who are you?” She asked firmly.

White hair, pointy ears. Same horns. Almost exactly like hers…

“I would say your older sister, but these days sharing blood doesn’t seem to matter.” You looked at her. Last time you saw her she was but a little baby. Before you got lost that is. (Zoro moment)

“I don’t have a sister.” She walked closer to you, holding the sword to your neck. “You looked like her, our mother.” You spoke, holding a finger to the blade at your neck, pushing it away. “You’re still in deny, but if Ethari and Runaan saw me they would just tell you the same.”

She quickly replied, “I’m not taking you to them.” “I am your older sister, just tell me how to proof it.”

You had finally made your way back home, to the Silvergrove. Of course you didn’t assume that Rayla would recognise you, but you would’ve at least thought your parents would’ve told her about you. Perhaps they thought you died.

“Rayla there you are-..” the basket full of fruits fell from his hands, he looked at you as if he’d seen a ghost. You looked at him, guilt in your eyes. He’s changed. Meanwhile Rayla had to move her whole head to see him.

“You’re.. alive..?” He breathed out, walking up to you, you felt tears coming up, when your parents had duties, they used to drop for year old you off at Ethari and Runaan’s. You’d never forget them.

“It seems I am, yes.” Rayla looked back at you, the blade dropped completely from your neck. She looked at you, with an expression you can’t make out. Betrayal, sadness, anger, confusion.

“So it’s true?” She looked at you then at Ethari, who cupped your cheek. She looks just like her father, he thought, “she’s my sister?” She frowned at the gesture of Ethari. She’d only ever seen him look so, relieved other then his husband’s return.

Ethari nodded at Rayla. “It’s her, unmistakable, I’d recognise those eyes anywhere. You’ve been gone eighteen years., we thought you died- What happened?” Rayla too wanted to know why you left… why you left her. It’s been so hard having her parents leave her. And now she finds out she finds out her older sister left.

“I got lost, I couldn’t find my way back.” This made Ethari smile a bit, he pulled you in for a hug, “why didn’t you come home sooner?” “I thought.. you all wouldn’t want me back.”

Ethari wanted to smack you, “nonsense.”

You made your way back home.. home, what a strange word. When Runaan saw you he thought he was dreaming. A nightmare that had finally stopped haunting him years ago had returned. But when he touched you and you were real. He cried. You explained everything.

How you got lost, how a moon mage took you in. Taught you. How you took over her role. And traveled the world. How you… finally came home again. In return they explained that your parents had died. You cried, but over your tears Rayla finally came to terms that you were actually her sister. That you actually cared.

“I have a sister.. who’s a mage.” Her words made you chuckle, her eyes lid up as she realised something, “you- you can help defeat Aaravos!” She exclaimed, her words made you frown.

“The great one?” She nodded, her older sister was powerfull she could create another prison and then they could- “no.” You said firmly.

Silence.

“What?” She looked almost offended. “Why not?” She asked, you owed her at least that right? Your help. For leaving her all those years!

“I know his stories, and from his perspective, I would do the same if it was you. He’s… not a bad person.” You tried to explain, your master had told you all about it. “He’s not a bad person?!” Rayla exclaimed angrily. “He’s probably killed over a thousand, and if he isn’t stopped he could kill more! He’ll story everything- and what story?”

You weren’t about to and explain everything, so you just decided to tell her the obvious one. “I’m strong sure, but I haven’t been taught how to create a magic prison. And even if we do destroy his mortal vessel, when he’ll return when his stars align again.”

She was now quiet, she could see why, but still. It made her angry that you didn’t see what kind of evil he is. “But,” your one words made her turn her head. “You have my protection. I’ll keep you and your friends and allies save. I’ll do my best at least.”

At least you were willing to help, now she wanted to know everything about you. After all… your her family, her last blood relative. She wanted to find out how you think. The way your mind works. Maybe in knowing that, she could see why you didn’t see him as a bad person.

~Callum~ “after season four episode 9.”

He admires you, not only can you do primal magic like him without primal stone, you can use all 6 primal magic.

He’s so confused as to where you were, why you left and suddenly appear again.

Why won’t you help defeat and imprison Aaravos? He’s a great evil and must be stopped at any cost! Any. Cost.

The feeling of betrayal makes them drift even further apart, he feels so empty yet he knows what must be done.

Not to mention all the heavy weight of dark magic that followed him everywhere. Trapping him within. Deep down he wants you back. But he has to do everything he can for his loved ones.

However dangerous, however file.

How it plays out:

You were standing at the head of the room, standing in front of the window in the mage towers, looking in your reflection you tried to practice what you wanted to say to him. When he entered, the room went silent for a brief moment. You turned, eyes narrowing when you saw him approach. “Callum,” you greeted, your voice tinged with something unreadable.

“Why?” His voice cracked as the question left his lips. “You left for disappeared the moment Ez was born and now you return? How dare you..” He stepped forward, his heart racing. Eyes that used to be so full of love and admiration for you now hard and cold with betrayal embedded into them. “And why won’t you help us? Aaravos is a threat. You know it.”

You sighed, folding her arms. “I am fully aware of the threat he poses, but imprisoning him won’t solve anything. If we force him into a cage, he’ll only fight back harder. That’s what he wants.”“Then what’s your plan?” Callum asked, his frustration rising. “Let him go free? Let him destroy everything?”

You shook your head, expression distant. “There are forces at play, Callum. Forces that you and the others cannot understand. Aaravos… he is tied to the very fabric of magic itself.”

“Don’t act like you’re the only one who knows about magic!” Callum snapped, feeling the raw power of his own spellwork flare in his chest. He hadn’t been able to control it at times, especially when his emotions were stirred. “I’m learning, just like you did. You were the one who taught me how to harness it.”

“Magic isn’t a weapon to be wielded for convenience,” you said coldly. “And you, Callum, are still learning its true cost. If you try to force someone like Aaravos into submission, you’ll lose yourself. We all will.”

The silence that followed felt heavy. Callum’s heart was pounding in his chest. The world around him seemed to blur. “You’re wrong,” he said, his voice raw. “I can’t just stand by and watch. I can’t let this world fall apart while you sit here and pretend that doing nothing is the right choice.”

“Let’s see you make the right choice then.” Darkness.

~Ezran~ “season 3”

He’d be on guard when he meets you at first, but he’d also be like.. ‘oh? You can do magic! Like primal magic?’ And then he’d be all gloomy, ‘or dark magic?’

He gets frustrated when talking about Aaravos, he doesn’t want anything happening to Katolis- or to the world at that matter. He’s a very wise young king.

You being his sister by blood makes him question why you don’t see the world in his view. What happened that your so.. cold?

How it plays out:

Ezran had met you in the forest a few days ago. You were a mysterious figure—an older mage with a calm demeanor, someone who didn’t seem to be affected by the urgency of the situation. You’d appeared out of nowhere, almost as if you had been waiting for them. You offered them help, but your eyes always held a quiet, impenetrable wisdom that Ezran couldn’t quite understand.

From the first moment, Ezran had been in awe of your power. Your control over magic was something he had never seen before, and he felt an odd mix of admiration and fear when you spoke of the dangers they faced. But it was your refusal to intervene directly that confused him. You had the knowledge. You had the power. And yet, you wouldn’t help.

“Are you sure this is the right path?” Ezran asked quietly, breaking the silence as you approached him. You didn’t answer immediately, instead lowering your gaze toward the ground beneath your feet, your expression unreadable. “You think it’s the only one,” you said at last, your voice quiet but resolute. “But there are other ways, Ezran. Faster, more direct ways aren’t always the right ones.”

Ezran frowned, turning to face you fully. “Aaravos is dangerous. He’s manipulating everything. You must understand that.”

You met his gaze with a steady, unwavering look. “I understand more than you think. I understand that sometimes the things you fight against can be defeated, but not through brute force. Not through rushing in blindly.”

Ezran’s frustration rose. “But if we don’t do something now, we’ll lose everything. People are going to get hurt. Why can’t you see that?” His voice cracked, the fear he hadn’t allowed himself to feel now surfacing.

You sighed softly, shaking your head. “Ezran, rushing into conflict without understanding it is a fool’s errand. You need to see the bigger picture. There are consequences to every action. Every choice you make has ripples.”

Ezran’s chest tightened as you spoke. He could feel your wisdom, the weight of your experience, pressing down on him, but it wasn’t what he needed. He didn’t have time for philosophy. They needed results. They needed a plan to stop Aaravos before it was too late.

“You could help,” Ezran said, his voice growing more desperate. “You can help. Your magic—it’s so powerful. You can stop this.”

You paused, and for a moment, Ezran thought you were going to give in. But then, with a slow shake of your head, you stepped back. “I won’t help imprison him, Ezran. It’s not the right choice.”Ezran stared at you, heart sinking. “Why? Why won’t you help us? Don’t you at least owe me that?”

You met his gaze for a long moment, your eyes reflecting a deep, ancient sadness. “Because imprisoning Aaravos won’t solve anything. It’ll only make things worse.”

Ezran didn’t understand. “How can you say that? How can you stand by and watch while this threat grows? People are dying. Things are falling apart!”

“And forcing him into a cage won’t change that,” you said, your voice steady despite the chaos in his. “You don’t see the whole picture, Ezran. There’s more to magic, to the world, than just locking away the things you don’t understand. If you imprison him, you’re only continuing the cycle of hatred, of fear. That’s not the way.”

Ezran felt his chest tighten with frustration, his mind racing. He had looked up to you, admired you. Your power had been awe-inspiring, and yet you were refusing to do the one thing that could solve everything. To him, it didn’t make sense.

“You’re wrong,” he said, his voice strained. “I can’t let Aaravos win. Not after everything he’s done. I don’t have the luxury of waiting around while things get worse.”

You shook your head again, the lines of concern etching deeper into your face. “Sometimes waiting is the hardest part. But it’s the only way to ensure you don’t make things worse than they already are. Ezran turned away from you, pacing restlessly in the clearing. His thoughts were a blur of confusion, frustration, and fear. You had so much power, so much potential to stop this—you could fix everything, but you wouldn’t. Why? Why wouldn’t you act?

He wanted to shout at you, demand answers, but instead, a sense of growing realization started to settle within him. Something about your words, your stance—it was all so familiar. It wasn’t just your power that intrigued him. There was something deeper, a connection he couldn’t quite place.

“Why do you care so much about him?” Ezran asked, his voice quieter now, a thread of suspicion creeping into his tone.

You didn’t answer immediately, but when you finally did, your voice was heavy with something else—something that hinted at a deep, personal pain. “Because I know what happens when we take drastic measures without truly understanding the consequences. I’ve seen it before.”

Ezran’s heart thudded painfully in his chest. “What do you mean?” You didn’t elaborate. Instead, you stepped back into the shadows of the trees, your figure barely visible in the dim light. “You’ll understand one day, Ezran. You’ll understand that sometimes, the hardest thing to do is nothing at all.”

Ezran watched you retreat into the darkness, his mind racing. He wanted to follow, to demand more answers, but he couldn’t bring himself to. The weight of your refusal, of your unspoken wisdom, gnawed at him. And then, as he turned back to face the path ahead, he realized that he wasn’t as alone in this as he thought. But understanding your reasoning—that would take time.

The moon above hung like a distant reminder that everything in the world moved with its own rhythm, its own time, and sometimes, no matter how urgent the need, all they could do was wait.

~Soren~ “season 3” not canon!

At first he’s thinking: another sister with dark magic..? Then when you tell him you use primal magic he’s kinda proud and happy.

He ran away from his father together with Claudia to help the dragon prince.

He feels sadness fall upon his heart since you left him and Claudia.

He feels betrayed that you won’t help them, him, defeat Aaravos. Is that not the right thing to do?

He’s been so thorn and confused between good and bad lately, so his eldest sister saying she won’t help is a like punch to the heart. Was she saying his choices weren’t the right ones?

Overall.. he wants- no needs you by his side.

Out it plays out:

“She’s been here, hasn’t she?” Soren muttered, more to himself than to Claudia, as he studied the unfamiliar surroundings.

Claudia glanced at her brother, a slight smirk on her lips. “You can feel it too, huh? The magic in the air? I knew she would be around here somewhere. She always shows up when things get interesting.”

Soren’s thoughts were elsewhere. The older mage. Claudia had mentioned her before—a powerful mage with talents unlike anyone Soren had ever seen. But the more they talked about her, the more distant and elusive the idea seemed. Why was this mysterious sibling never around? Why hadn’t they met her yet?

Claudia had always been the magical prodigy of the family, her talents with dark magic and spellcraft something Soren had looked up to and admired for years. But this—this older sister—was something else. There was a weight to the conversation when Claudia spoke about her. She respected her, but there was also a strange tension. A sense that Soren couldn’t quite understand.

“It’s not like I don’t want her to help, but you know how she is,” Claudia said, drawing Soren’s attention back to her. “She’s… stubborn. Thinks there’s always another way, always another answer. We don’t have time for that now.” Soren looked over at Claudia, narrowing his eyes. “Another way? You mean—”

Claudia gave him a pointed look, the kind she reserved for moments of serious frustration. “You know exactly what I mean, Soren. She’s been avoiding our efforts to stop Aaravos. And I’m not sure why. It’s like she doesn’t even see the threat we’re facing.”

Soren’s lips tightened. That was exactly what worried him. Why wouldn’t their older sister help? She could do so much if she joined forces with them. She had to see what Aaravos was capable of. Everyone did. So, why was she staying away?

—

You stepped into the moonlight with a deliberate grace, your face hidden in shadow. Your hair was long, flowing like the night itself, and your robes shimmered with an almost ethereal quality. Soren felt a jolt of recognition—a feeling deep in his gut that told him he knew this person, though he couldn’t quite place it.

“Who…?” Soren’s voice caught in his throat, but the question died before it could leave his mouth. It wasn’t the right question to ask.

“Are you wondering who I am, Soren?” Your voice was soft, but there was a knowing quality to it that made his heart skip a beat. It was strange, hearing you speak his name as if you had known him all along. He felt a shiver run down his spine. Claudia spoke up, her tone sharp and defensive. “I thought you’d be here, but I didn’t expect you to show up like this. You’ve been avoiding us, haven’t you?”

You stepped forward, still keeping a few paces between you and them. “I don’t avoid anyone, Claudia. I simply don’t involve myself in matters that don’t concern me.” Your eyes shifted to Soren, locking onto him. “And this situation? It’s far too complicated for you to understand.”

Soren’s frustration flared. This—this was the answer he had been dreading. “Why? Why won’t you help? You have the power to stop this. To stop Aaravos. Don’t you see what he’s doing?”

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a long moment, you simply looked at him with a kind of quiet sadness. Your voice was calm, but there was a deep, unmistakable sorrow in it when you spoke. “I see everything, Soren. More than you think.” You stepped closer, but not too close, maintaining that calm, almost detached distance. “But locking away Aaravos is not the solution you think it is. It will only make things worse.”

Soren’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t understand. Why? Why would you say that? The kingdom was falling apart, magic was being twisted, and Aaravos—the elf who had caused so much destruction—was still out there, manipulating everything. The urgency burned inside Soren’s chest. Why wouldn’t you act?

“You’re saying nothing can be done? That we should just wait while Aaravos destroys everything?” His voice was sharp, tinged with disbelief. “That’s your answer?”

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you simply shook your head. “It’s not about doing nothing, Soren. It’s about understanding the consequences. Magic is not a tool to be wielded recklessly. And to imprison Aaravos would be to only reinforce the cycle of hatred and fear that we’ve been trapped in for centuries.”

Claudia, who had been silent up until now, spoke up again. “So what, you’re just going to leave us to do it all ourselves? We need you. We need your magic.”

The tension in the air was palpable, but you didn’t back down. “You don’t need me to fight this battle, Claudia. You need to understand that the answers you seek lie beyond force. And yes, it’s difficult, but sometimes the best thing to do is step back and let things play out.”

Soren couldn’t process it all. The older sibling he had never known, who was so different from Claudia, from him. The powerful mage who refused to help, who seemed to know something he couldn’t grasp. The feeling of being left in the dark gnawed at him, a feeling of betrayal and frustration so deep he could barely contain it. “You’re wrong,” Soren muttered under his breath, but even as the words left his mouth, he wasn’t sure if he meant them. Part of him was angry, but another part—the part he didn’t want to admit—felt something else. Was there more to what you were saying? Was there something he couldn’t see?

Holy Christ I think I went over board.

[queenimmadolla]

eddie using wayne as a dnd prop

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3topDo/

consider me inspired.

𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

(dad!eddie munson x mom!reader)

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Summary: When his newborn baby keeps distracting the Hellfire Club during a session, Eddie gets a little creative with keeping them on track.

warnings: this body of work may give you baby fever. viewers are reminded that eddie munson cannot be your baby daddy. discretion advised. which just means this is fluff.

“. . . You approach the shopkeeper, wary of the many skeletal remains hanging from the ceiling. You’re not welcome, it’s apparent from the menacing look on his face, not helped by the flicker of the burning candles. Sir Soren notices the shopkeeper’s arm reaching slowly under the table—’’ 

  “AWWWWWWWW!” 

  Eddie snapped out of his revery, stuttering as the rest of Hellfire cooed and Dustin even squealed. He followed their gazes, to the newborn in his lap, weighing no more than six pounds and smaller than most of his big sister’s stuffed animals after his early arrival into the world, and he could see why they reacted like they did.

  His son was mid yawn, plump little lips stretched into a wide ‘O’, eyes squeezed shut.

  Once he was done yawning, the baby blinked owlishly, staring at nothing in particular with heavy lidded eyes.

  “Oh my god, he’s so cute.”

  “He’s so little! Look at those teeny tiny feet!” Dustin was making weird faces at baby Wayne, trying to get some sort of positive reaction out of him. 

  “Forget the feet, look at his hands!” Eddie glanced down to see what Erica was talking about, the newborn had somehow managed to link his  squishy fingers together. “He’s so distinguished! What a proper little gentleman!”

  “FOCUS!” Eddie snapped, sighing when his bellow spooked the baby in his hands. Not enough to make him cry, but Eddie had felt his little body go stiff. He placed one hand over his baby’s front and used the other to rub his back. Sure enough, Wayne relaxed into his hold, leaning forward onto Eddie’s forearm.

  “You can’t tell us to focus on what you’ve been bragging about is the most terrifying part of our campaign when you’ve got cutie patootie front and center.” Dustin argued.

  Eddie rolled his eyes, “I can put him down for his nap—’’

  “NO!”

  “What? Why?”

  “Don’t do it!”

  “That’s illegal!”

  “That’s what I thought,” Eddie was smug, leaning back into the recliner. 

  Since his graduation, Hellfire continued both as a school club and out of school with most of the members perfecting their characters and strategizing during their school meetups. Sessions took place on fridays at the Munson trailer.

  Normally, you’d use the Hellfire sessions for some mommy and daughter bonding time with Penny or on occasion, Penny would sometimes stay with him and cheer on the group.

  Bad daddy! Very bad daddy! She’d scolded him after a session a couple of months ago for a different campaign in which Will’s character was killed.

  You’d been low on groceries so you’d planned on running out for more while Hellfire took place but neither you or Eddie had taken the kids out solo yet.  

  It was easy when both of you went, but a routine trip to the grocery store seemed intimidating if you’d be trying to juggle a newborn and mischievous toddler. 

  Eddie convinced you to leave Wayne with him. It’d be easy, he was used to Penny’s crazy antics during those times she stayed with him during Hellfire, so a newborn who was barely active if he wasn’t sleeping would be a walk in the park. He was much more confident as a father this time around, actually knew what he was doing.

  There was only one problem: his baby was just too damn adorable.

  You’d found Penny’s old Hellfire onesie and while it was too big to button, you’d put a pair of baby sweats over Wayne’s little legs, tucking the onesie in. 

  Every single member had promptly lost their shit after seeing Wayne in his arms when they walked in.

  In fact, the session had started late as Wayne made his rounds through their arms. Amy—a new member, a freshman and a cheerleader (she was a little annoying with how often she brought it up)—hadn’t wanted to give him back but none of the party could focus with the baby in such close proximity so Eddie had reclaimed him. 

  If Wayne did anything remotely baby like, they’d go off course. Half an hour had passed and they’d barely made it from the town entrance to a single shop. An astounding amount of progress.

  “Get those big heads of yours back in the game,” Eddie cleared his throat, Dungeon Master persona taking over again. 

  “You enter the shop─”

  Wayne hiccuped against the skin of his arm where he was drooling, it was low and probably would have gone unnoticed had the party not already been paying an intense amount of attention to him. 

  Did you hear that?!

  Oh. My. GOD!

  Eddie, let me hold him.

  “That’s it, the shop is rigged with homemade explosives, Sir Soren triggered them, the shop blows up. You’re all dead. Session over.”

  They all groaned and protested.

  “Okay—okay! We’ll pay attention.”

  Hiccup.

  “OH MY GOD, HE DID IT AGAIN!”

  They all went into baby talk mode, each of them trying to grab his son’s attention, who managed to somehow avoid looking at any of them while staring off into their general direction.

  Eddie sighed, shoulders caving under defeat as he readjusted his hold on his baby, hands grasping his sides and supporting Wayne’s head as he lifted him to eye level.

  Wayne’s big, brown eyes focused on him immediately, making almost silent baby noises. Eddie softened, corners of his lips twitching out of endearment. 

  “You gotta help me out here, kid.”

  Hiccup.

  Eddie lowered him, pressing a kiss to his soft little nose.

  The baby let out a sharp squeak, thrusting his head forward. Eddie raised his chin to avoid the collision as his son’s head nuzzled and bumped against his collar, almost as if he was physically trying to seek more affection, encourage Eddie to give him more kisses.

  Baby neck control, man. So bobble-head like.  

  “What am I gonna do with you?” Eddie mumbled, bending to smother the lower half of his face into the fuzz on his baby’s head.

  It was then he noticed how silent the party was, attention finally focused on him. Amy practically had hearts in her eyes (though she had a crush on Will, who was too kind to burst her bubble), “Can I hold him again? Please?”

  “No way! That’s not fair, you already got to hold him!” Lucas argued.

  “Yeah, well so did you!”

  “I meant during Hellfire! You were holding him when we first came into town!”

  “That doesn’t count, Eddie took him away!”

  And so came another argument. Eddie wasn’t even slightly amused as he watched them go back and forth. Until, he had an idea. 

  Maybe they could focus with Wayne in close proximity after all.

  He shielded the back of his baby’s head with his hand, palm covering one ear and his fingers covering the other.

(a/n: yeah, his hand is bigger than Wayne’s head, go ahead and swoon)

  “SHUT UP!” The voices of the party died down immediately. “New rule…”

  ─

  You parked alongside the trailer, right next to Eddie’s van and unloaded your groceries. It wasn’t too much, three bags. 

  “I help, mama! I can cawwy!” Penny had insisted, leaning her body against your legs with her arms stretched up and you relented, taking out most of the items save for a few rolls of toilet paper from one bag to hand her. 

  “Such a good helper, thank you so much!”

  “Yes.” She hummed, a satisfied smile stretching her face. 

  The two of you climbed up the steps—you’d had to shift both the grocery bags in one arm to help her hop up the steps and unlock the door—and entered your home, immediately noting the tense atmosphere. 

  Lucas stopped his dialogue and the entire table turned to you with Eddie grinning from his place, lounged back in the recliner, “Hey, baby. Welcome home.”

  On impulse, your eyes scanned the room for your actual baby, spotting him in Lucas’ arms as the rest of Hellfire greeted both you and Penny.

  Penny put her bag on the ground near the counter and ran over to Eddie who helped her into his lap before his arms wrapped around her little frame to hold her in place while he smothered her face in kisses.

  She squealed and wiggled until he released her and she immediately slid out of his lap in favor of Will’s.

  “Sorry to interrupt, you won’t even notice I’m here.”

  “I always notice, why don’t you join us for this last bit?” Eddie asked, beckoning you over with his forefinger in a come hither gesture. 

  “I will as soon as I’m done putting this stuff away—don’t you dare,” You nearly glared at him as he began to rise in order to assist you, “I’ll be right there, it’ll take me like two minutes and you always put stuff in the wrong place.”

  Eddie smirked, “You say this, yet you find it every time.”

  Your glare was a playful one and you shook your head, gaze flickering back over as Lucas handed your baby over to Mike.

  “No, dude, it’s Gareth’s turn.”

  “Oh my bad.”

  Then the oddest thing happened. Mike handed your baby over to Lucas, who passed him to Amy, who then placed him in Gareth’s waiting arms.

  “Is there a reason everyone is playing hot potato with our child?”

  “He’s my potato…” You heard Penny mumble.

  “Outside of Hellfire he might be our son, but inside the Realm of Asmodeus, he is the Ioun Stone of Language Knowledge, a gift bestowed upon the party by King Wolfgang,” Eddie informed you, casting the teens before him an amused look.

  “Because no one could pay attention, the shopkeeper was able to curse them with different languages to create a communication barrier. Whoever holds the stone is understood by the members in their new respective languages. In other words, everyone gets to hold the baby, and move beyond just several feet. Everyone’s happy.”

  Dustin huffed, “Not me, you all left me for dead in the tunnels!”

  Eddie shrugged and checked the time on his watch, “Well, don’t spend your turn with the stone talking about how you want to eat its fingers and toes and maybe you’ll see the trap next time. It’s late anyways, pack it up. We’ll pick up here next week.”

  Without standing, Eddie made grabby hands in Wayne and Gareth’s directions, with the latter handing him over.

  You quickly put your groceries away while everyone stored all the props and joined Eddie, seating yourself on his lap, mindful of the baby resting on his chest.

  Penny was running around after them, trying her hardest to be Lucas and Will’s helper and the two of you watched her until Dustin piped in.

  “You’re not really gonna let them leave me in a ditch though, right?” 

  Eddie smirked and remained silent, one hand moving to slip behind you and rest against your hip while the other played with his son’s wrinkly fingers. 

  “Right, Eddie?”

  “Can’t understand you, you’re not holding the stone.”

[bigfan-fanfic]

A Song for a Crownguard (Bard!Reader x Soren)

@acoustickitten Hi! Hope you've been well 😌 Would you mind doing headcanons on Soren dating the Royal Bard of Katolis.

You're really not sure how you and Soren started dating.

But all the songs you know tell stories of love that takes great work and effort.

Loving Soren is the easiest thing in the world.

And not because it isn't something profound and beautiful.

There's something about him that you understand at a deep level.

Maybe your own theatricality allows you to see past the front he puts on for others.

He's smart and tactical, but he hides this, maybe because his sister is smarter, so he feels inadequate.

He's soft and gentle, but he hides this, maybe because his father didn't value those traits.

But with you, he doesn't feel as much of a need to hide.

He's funny, but not making everything into a joke.

He's strong, but willing to lean on you.

And in turn, he is your rock.

Soren loves your songs and tales - especially the once about his own adventures.

He especially loves to hear you play an instrument.

But as the Royal Bard and the Crownguard, you share the spotlight often, so Soren likes to try and give you normality.

He'll take you out for picnics and out of the way restaurants.

And sometimes in Barius' shop, so that you never need to worry about being mobbed.

Your job is to play for the King and the royal court at functions, and to chronicle the living history of Katolis.

In other words, Soren knows all of your songs by heart and is supporting you at every function as long as he's not on duty.

He's also endlessly supportive, especially if you have a hobby or interest that isn't your work - he better than anyone knows the importance of work life balance.

Now, while he doesn't joke all the time with you, because he doesn't need to - he still jokes a lot.

Humor isn't just a coping mechanism, he genuinely sees the world and the fun in it.

He loves to make you laugh, genuinely laugh. If he can get a snort out of you, he's a happy man.

And he would love to do whatever he could for you that would help or make your life easier.

He'll even learn to cook for you.

Soren really isn't one to do things by halves. Not when it comes to someone he cares for.

So he doesn't really see the point in waiting if you have a good thing going. He'll let you set the pace in a relationship, but he's ready to commit so hard.

He loves you and he wants you to know it. He wants everyone to know it!

Because he's so happy to have someone he loves, and who loves him, without expecting something from him, without needing something from him.

He loves you.

[newtthetranswriter]

hii can u write a cuddle session with yuuta?

Summary: Just a lazy day cuddling and watching The Dragon Prince.

Paring: Yuta x gn!Reader

Word Count: 874

A/N: Thank you for requesting this. I love cuddles with Yuta, he’s just so sweet. I couldn’t help but use the dragon prince as the show they watch while cuddling because it’s one of my favorites right now and if you’ve watched you should understand my comparisons, if you haven’t watched it I highly recommend, it has such diversity and has the same feel as Avatar the Last Airbender, plus there are a bunch of easter eggs for atla because one of the creators was also a writer and producer on Avatar. Anyway, enjoy this lovely piece and let me know what you think. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Dating Yuta has been a dream come true. He is the sweetest guy I have ever met and it feels like he understands me better than anyone. It’s almost like he can sense when I’m having a bad day because today he suggested that we skip hanging out with our friends to just stay in and watch one of my favorite shows. So, that's exactly what we are doing right now, we’er cuddled up on my bed with a bowl of skittles on my lap watching The Dragon Prince on netflix.

I just really enjoy laying with him and commenting on the little jokes each character makes or judging Viren for being a horrible father. We also like to try and figure out which character reminds us of each other and our friends, that’s the current debate we are having.

“There is no way Toge is Claudia, if anything he’s Zym. Because one, he can’t talk, and two he likes to cause trouble. I don’t think any of our friends are evil enough to be Claudia.” I said completely flabbergasted that he would insinuate that our best friend would be able to do such horrid things to people and animals.

He laughed and said “I wasn’t saying that because I think he’s evil or something, I was saying it because in the first few seasons Claudia is a complete dork, yeah she sucks for doing dark magic but she does dumb stuff as well. Anyway, now that we have Inumaki picked, who would Maki be? I personally think Rayla is an exact copy of her; they would both roll their eyes and slap someone for being an idiot.”

I chuckled at his defense, “I completely agree. Maki is also too stubborn to ask for help when she really needs it. Panda is Ezran, I will not accept any argument, he understands Toge and encourages his dumb behaviors.” I started with no room for argument.  “Also you are Soren, don't try to fight it, that's my final decision and I'm sticking to it.”

“W-what how am I Soren?” My boyfriend looked at me obviously confused by my statement. “I’m not disagreeing, I’m just curious why you think that.”

“Well for one you both use swords to fight. But most importantly, you are both extremely kind in spite of the fact you have both been through a lot. Soren spent years being gaslite by his father into doing horrible things, and when he tried to make his sister see it she also tried to gaslight him. Once he finally realized his family was doing horrible things he made the hard choice to leave them and change for the better. Now I’m not saying you have the same past but I know you struggled and suffered for a while. Having Rika lash out everytime something even came close to threatening you and not understanding it had to have been difficult, but instead of giving up, you decided to keep fighting and try and make it so no one else has to go through what you did.” I pointed out the major similarities between the two swordsmen. “Also I think you are both adorable.”

He just watched amazed by my reasoning, thinking I was just gonna say it was because they both use swords and are dorks, but no it was like I had thought about this alot. “I-i- Wow, you’ve thought about that a lot haven’t you?” he asked with a light blush.

I smiled up at him. “ Yeah I have, you have been through a lot and I'm proud of you for it. Now the most important question, what character am I?” I asked, trying to see his brain work.

“Oh definitely Bait.” He said confidently as I looked at him in shock.

“Excuse me, I just gave a college dissertation level speech on why I think you are a handsome swordsman, and all I get is a toad.” I said sitting up and turning to fully face him.

“Well yeah you are both adorable when you’re grumpy, both love shiny things, and you have a massive sweet tooth.” He said, defending his choice, reaching to try and pull back to lay with him. I begrudgingly layed back down resting my head on his chest, I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders as he placed a kiss to the top of my head. “Now shush, one of your favorite moments is coming up.”

I just nodded and snuggled closer to his side as I turned to watch as general Amya accidentally ruined her own engagement. I always find it funny, like yeah I get wanting to propose in a flashy way but seriously. Amya is a high ranked general who doesn't seem like someone who enjoys random surprises, what else would you expect to happen ambushing her with what look like flaming whips. I chuckled at the scene before closing my eyes, just enjoying the time I get to spend cuddling Yuta. I whispered a quiet “I Love you” as I drifted off to sleep.

Right as I let sleep take over, I heard Yuta respond with his “I love you too” before we both feel asleep to the sounds of dragons, elves, and magic.

[stranger-angel0401]

Solace

Pairing: Soren x Reader

Description: Soren has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You've been enjoying a relationship since the final battle, but when Katolis is attacked, Soren is prepared to make an awful sacrifice.

WC: 2.0k

No pronouns used for reader, no use of y/n

This is my first Soren writing so go easy on me but please give feedback! And feel free to send requests!

“Sometimes there are changes that we don’t expect.”

King Harrow’s words weigh deeply on your heart as you look at Soren. Despite the brave face he puts on, you see what he’s been through. You see his pain. His mother left him, and later he chose to leave his father and sister. You’ve watched him stab his own father to defend King Ezran. Even if it was an illusion, the sacrifice was real. It weighed deeply on him, how he was capable of such a thing. That was the act that made you realize he was truly on your side. You’ll never forgive yourself.

You’ll be the first to admit that you messed up. When Viren, practically a second father to you, had told you the princes were dead, you’d believed him. You’d followed his orders and gone with Soren and Claudia to retrieve the egg, stolen by the evil Moonshadow elf. When you’d found the princes alive, you turned to Soren, questioning why Viren would lie to you. He couldn’t give you an answer. When you’d questioned Viren, he’d told you that you must’ve misunderstood. Unfortunately for him, Soren had already broken down and told you about his ‘secret mission’. He’d cried to you while bedridden after the accident with the dragon, when you hadn’t left his bedside. With all of this information on hand, you’d made the decision to leave. You’d joined the other side and fought with the princes, nearly getting yourself killed at Viren’s hands. That’s when Soren decided to switch sides.

After the battle, you and Soren searched for each other. When you found each other, broken and bloody, but alive, you’d both cried. Fell into each others’ arms and held each other until the dust had settled. When you tried to fall asleep that night, you couldn’t. Every time you’d close your eyes, you saw the battlefield, covered in blood. You’d limped to Soren’s makeshift bed that night, where you found him in the same predicament as you. He’d offered for you to stay with him, and how could you say no? The way he’d held you in his arms was too warm, too comforting. He’d insisted on having you lie closer to the wall, insisting you’d be further from any danger. He’d held you close, and at some point, you’d shared a kiss. From that moment, your friendship wasn’t the same. Neither of you were the same.

Viren’s reappearance has complicated Soren’s feelings even more. His first instinct when Viren arrived was to run to him, to seek his approval, his love. You’d watched him stop himself, and turn to you instead. In a lifetime of friendship, it was the first time you’d seen him stop himself. You were honored to be the one he came to. You’re so proud of him. You’ve told him a million times that he isn’t the problem, that he is worthy of love. You hope maybe he’s starting to  believe you.

You know he’s been visiting Viren, although he hasn’t told you. You’ve also paid Viren a few visits. You’ve told him of the suffering he’s caused his son, caused you. The turmoil Soren faces every day because of him. He seems regretful enough. You’ll never forgive him. You hope Soren doesn’t either.

Soren and Opeli are discussing when you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a loud noise. A roar. Soren rises, panicked, while Opeli walks towards the window.

“What was that?”

A blur flies in front of the window, and suddenly Soren is yelling, tackling Opeli to the ground barely a second before the window shatters. The castle has been struck.

You see soldiers and civilians panicking outside, as you recognize the dragon Sol Regem attacking the castle. People rush around, attempting to evacuate, and suddenly Soren is pulling both you and Opeli outside. The three of you watch from a balcony as the dragon circles back for another attack, and you see Soren shift to survival mode. He turns suddenly, walking away from you. You and Opeli share a glance before following, and as you reach the doorway, you cry out. You’re too late. A piece of rubble strikes Soren, and you watch him fall to the ground. You draw your sword as you run towards him, and when the dragon flies a little too close, you raise it, drawing it across his chest. He roars in pain, but he does not attack. You know his fire breath hasn’t recharged.

When you reach Soren, his head is bleeding, but he is breathing. You hold him in your arms and nearly sob when his eyes flutter open. He grunts as he attempts to rise up, and the two of you look out at the chaos and destruction. Something shifts in his face, and you already know that whatever idea he’s had, you won’t like it. 

You follow Soren as he barks orders at soldiers, instructing them to evacuate Katolis. They argue with him for a moment, but eventually relent. You expect Soren to help, but instead he turns and starts to walk away. You call out, but he ignores you.

“Soren? Soren, let’s go!”

You run after him, catching up to him on a staircase, and you know where he’s going.

“No. There’s something I have to do.”

You share a look, and he seems to realize you won’t relent. If he won’t listen, you’re coming with him.

As you reach the cold dungeon, you hear Viren’s panicked voice. Soren unlocks his cell and steps inside, beginning to unchain him. He begins to plead with his father to help the people, to cast a spell to make them immune to fire. Viren argues, and for a moment you’re disappointed, until he explains.

“I gave up dark magic! And even if I did it, the sacrifice…oh. It’s unthinkable.”

Soren steps closer to Viren, pushing his staff towards him.

“You have to help them.”

Viren hesitates, looking at you. Even from behind Soren, you can see everything he is trying to convey. 

I’m so sorry. 

“The spell requires a human heart.”

You let out a gasp, and it clicks too quickly what Soren will do. You step forward.

“Soren, no. Th-there must be another way. We can- we-”

Tears fill your eyes as you reach out for him, but he dodges you. He lets out a whistle, and you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. 

“Soren, please! I-”

In one swift move, he pulls you into him. Your lips meet, and you feel everything he is trying to say but doesn’t have time to. When he pulls away, you are thrust into the arms of another, a guard. Soren smiles, guilt and sadness prevalent.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

You cry out as the guard pulls you away. You fight, and scream, and sob, but he is stronger than you, and you are dragged up the stairs. When the guard gets you outside, he allows you to go. You almost go back downstairs, but a part of you knows you will be too late. It will already be done before you arrive, before you can stop him.

Instead, you take a breath and wipe your eyes, before jumping into action. If you cannot save Soren, you will save as many as you can. As you help a child out of a pile of rubble, you hear another roar. You look up to see Sol Regem swooping down again, ready to strike. You pull the little girl into your side and raise your sword in an attempt to block whatever you can, hoping that if you don’t survive, maybe she will. Instead, you feel a sudden surge of strength, and when the fire washes over you it does not burn. You feel energized, and strong. Your knees buckle.

It is done.

You usher the girl away from you, to the other soldiers at the gates. You continue to run around, helping anyone you can. You comfort them and reassure them, and you understand that you will never have comfort again. And through it all, you see Viren, standing up on a balcony, staff in the air. He falls to his knees, and you hope he never finds solace in what he has done.

When all is said and done, you find yourself outside the walls of Katolis, directing people through the crowd as they realize their home is gone. You try not to let yourself feel, but you can feel the sizzle of your tears on your cheeks as the spell begins to wear off. By the time things are sorted, or at least as sorted as they can be, you are exhausted. The spell has worn off, and you’re pretty sure you’re severely dehydrated between sweating and crying. You’ve checked in with Opeli, you’ve done your duty for today. More than that. So when you find yourself with a moment, you wander off to somewhere you can be alone. You fall to your knees and you weep. You cry for the people who have lost their homes, for Viren, who redeemed himself in his final moments with a great sacrifice, and you cry for Soren. You cry until the next morning, and with the heat of the sunrise comes the pain in your joints, and the exhaustion in your bones. When you stagger back to the crowd, you’re numb.

The first time you hear it, you think you’re imagining it. A huge crowd of people, all chattering and panicking, of course you’d be hearing things. But the second time, it is unmistakable. Someone is calling your name, and you swear you know that voice. It takes you a moment to find them in the crowd, but when your eyes meet his, it’s unmistakable.

You cry out, and despite the ache in your bones you find yourself running, possibly faster than you ever have. You nearly fall several times, but you catch yourself and allow your legs to continue to carry you until you reach him. When you meet, you launch yourself on to him, and he wraps his arms around you. He holds you so tight you can hardly breathe, but you don’t care. You fall to your knees as you sob against his shoulder, your entire body quaking, and he lets you. 

“I came out and I couldn’t find you, I- I thought you were dead.”

You have to stop yourself from recoiling, from hitting him like the doof he is.

“You thought- Soren, I- didn’t you tell Viren to use your heart? That’s why you had me taken out, right? I- He didn’t-”

Your vision spins as it clicks in your mind. When you watched Viren fall to his knees, it was not out of grief. It was out of weakness.

“I was going to let him use mine, but-”

“He used his own.”

Soren nods, and you see despite everything, he is grieving for the father he never got to have. You hold him a little tighter. 

“I didn’t know where you were, I thought- I thought he struck you before the spell was done.”

You shake your head, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. He does not let go of you, instead keeping a firm hold on your arms.

“I thought- I decided that if I couldn’t save you, I would save as many as I could.”

Soren’s shoulders slump, and you allow yourself to really look at him. The gash on his forehead has stopped bleeding, scabbing over instead. He is bloody and filthy, but he is alive. 

“Soren, I- Before I was dragged out, I- you said someth-”

“I love you.”

He says it with such confidence, you would’ve thought he’d said it to you a million times, not two. You stare at him for a second, dumbfounded, before you manage to pull a thought together.

“Soren, I- I love you too.”

Your lips meet, and you find solace in the contact. Katolis will rebuild, and you are both alive, and together, and you understand that you can find comfort in that.

[riveramorylunar]

𝔗𝔬 𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔢 𝔊𝔬

Series Masterlist, (Chapter 26)

Pairings: Leonora Lesso x Reader & Melody x Sister Reader(Brief)

Warnings ⚠️: Knife and Teasing

Pet Names/Nicknames: My Love & Little Siren

Word Count: 1,277

"Do you have to go" Melody whined out as she clinged to Y/N. Y/N pulled Melody off of her before kneeling down and cupping her face. "I would love to stay here with you for the whole week but I want to visit Nora's home land" she said and Melody frowned. She let go of Melody's face before pulling the gold fork out of her hair. She held it out and Melody tilted her head. "Why are you giving me a fork" Melody asked and Y/N smiled. "It's mother's dinglehopper and I want you to have it now" Y/N said and Melody grabbed it before looking closely at it. She clutched it in her hand before hugging Y/N again. Y/N hugged back and held Melody tightly. "You'll have Flounder and Sebastian to look after you for the whole week" Y/N said as she pulled away again before kissing Melody's forehead. "Plus you can mess with your Aunts and Uncles since they're home now" She continued causing Melody to giggle quietly. "Come back soon alright" Melody said as Y/N stood up. "I promise I will Mel I always keep my promises" Y/N said as she ruffled up her sister's hair.

Y/N, Lesso, Sparky & Soren all made their way down the stairs of the castle after saying goodbye to everyone. "Thank you for letting me come along it's been awhile since I've been to Neverland" Sparky said and Lesso nodded her head. "It's no problem only one thing though none of you can tell anyone I'm from Neverland when we get back to the schools" Lesso said and the two nodded. "We won't we promise" Sparky said as they all made their way through the town towards the loading docks. As they got closer to the docks they saw a huge ship waiting. "Is that our ride" Sparky said and Lesso nodded. "Yes our ticket to Neverland" Lesso said as they arrived at the pirate ship.

Lesso set her suitcases down and bag before walking up to a pink haired man with an eye patch over his right eye. He had slightly pointy ears and gold hoops. He had a red skull face and pale purplish pinkish skin. His scleras were completely black and he had blue eyes and diamond shaped pupils. His teeth were shark like. He had a scar around his neck and burn marks on his upper body that was covered with a black pirate shirt and a red trenchcoat. His fingernails were painted black and he had vine like tattoos wrapped all around his arms down to his legs. "Leo" the man said noticing Lesso walking up to him. "Vince you haven't aged a bit" Lesso said and the man laughed as he threw his head back. "And you've grown a lot captain" someone said causing them all to look up to see a woman with blue hair leaning against the deck railing. "Speak for yourself you look like you've aged over 50" Lesso sneered out causing the woman to roll her eyes. "Don't be like that" the woman said before she looked at the other three that were standing near Lesso. "Bird boy has grown a lot too but who are the other two" the woman said and Lesso grabbed Y/N's hand before pulling her towards her. "This is Y/N and she's my girlfriend" Lesso said causing the man to choke on the cigar he was smoking. "G-girlfriend since when" Vince said and Lesso looked at Y/N. "About 3 months ago" Lesso said and Y/N smiled. "We had a slight problem in between though but it's all handled now" Lesso continued as she smiled wickedly causing the other two to smirk.

They got onto the ship and Vince got on before grabbing the wooden steps and lifting them up. "Where is everyone at" Lesso said and the woman pointed down. "Sleeping quarters" she said and Lesso hummed. Lesso and Y/N made their way to the captains quarters. "So you're the captain" Y/N said as she looked around the room.

"Yeah I am" Lesso said and Y/N turned around as her mouth dropped open. Lesso's back was facing Y/N's and she was completely bare except for the boxers she wore. Y/N watched as Lesso's back muscles flexed when she reached for a pair of pants. "You're cute when you get flustered easily my love" Lesso said causing Y/N to look back over to see Lesso putting on a pirate hat. "I don't get flustered easily" Y/N said as she frowned. Lesso cocked an eyebrow before she slowly walked up to Y/N. "Are you sure about that little Siren" Lesso said and Y/N gulped when she felt something metal under her chin. Her eyes moved down and her eyes widened in shock when she saw Lesso was holding a black dagger in her hand. "Y-yes" Y/N started out as she felt her face heat up. Lesso walked around Y/N before stopped behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Well I think you're lying my love I can see it on your face and plus the way your breath hitches just a little when you get flustered gives it away" Lesso whispered into Y/N's ear causing her to freeze in place.

"Captain we're about to depart" Vince said and Lesso stepped away from Y/N before kissing her on the cheek. She pocketed her knife before walking to the door and opening it. Lesso looked back over at Y/N with a raised eyebrow and Y/N rushed through the door with Lesso following her. "CAPTAIN YOU'RE BACK" someone shouted and they all looked over to see a boy with curly hair. Some of it was in his face and it covered his eyes causing him to trip and fall to the ground. Y/N immediately rushed over and helped the young boy up as Leonora just smiled in amusement. "You're still clumsy as ever Arnold" Leonora said as she walked over and ruffled the boys hair up. Y/N followed Leonora up the steps and sat down next to the wheel as Leonora looked down at her girlfriend. "What do you think about the pirate life so far" Leonora said as she leaned against the wheel. "Well for one I didn't think you could get hotter but damn you did" Y/N said causing Leonora to bark out a laugh before leaning down. "You're a cutie" Leonora muttered out before pecking Y/N on the cheek.

To Y/N and Sparky it felt like days since they've been on the ship but really it's only been 10 hours. "Are we there yet" Y/N sighed out for the hundredth time and Leonora rolled her eyes. "No" Leonora said causing Y/N to groan while tilting her head back. Y/N felt the boat shake slightly making her gulp. "W-what 's going on are we being attacked" Y/N stuttered out and Soren chuckled. "No look down" he said and Y/N looked over the ledge of the boat to see it floating out of the water. "What the hell" Y/N said before looking back over to see Leonora smirking. "Pixie dust My love pixie dust" she said and Y/N's face heated up. "R-right" Y/N said as she sat down on one of the crates. Leonora just smiled before looking back ahead as she started towards the north star. Oh how she couldn't wait for Y/N to see her home island.

A/N: Hey I'm back with writing this book series I hope you enjoy this chapter. The other chapters will take a little longer than usual to post since I'm still doing other fic but I hope you enjoy this one because this is the last happy one the next/last chapter will have a shit ton of angst in it so.... Oh and don't worry this book series isn't over there will be a book two after the next chapter!!!

[platinumrosetail]

The dragon prince masterlist:

Ideas:

Aaravos x Pokémon trainer!reader story idea, the dragon prince male various x sagua female creator!reader, the dragon prince x isekai as oc!reader

All:

Callum:

Callum X elf!reader ft, genderbend!rayla, callum x injured female!reader

Soren:

Gren:

Aaravos:

Aaravos x reincarnated gn lover!reader, Aaravos X female Pokémon trainer!reader (not my version of the idea, Aaravos X ancient female galarian rapidash!reader

Runaan:

Runaan with human gn!reader ft, ethari, runaan comforting gn human!reader from a flirty elf ft, ethari, runaan x shapeshifter male!reader, runaan x immortal male!reader ft, ethari, runaan x male elf!reader with bad mental health ft, ethari, runaan x dom half moon shadow elf half dragon hybrid!reader, runaan x male!read with anger issues, runaan sister!reader saves him from the coin, runaan younger sister!reader gets ghosted

Ethari:

Ethari with human gn!reader ft, runaan, ethari comforting gn human!reader from a flirty elf ft, runaan, ethari x immortal male!reader ft, runaan, ethari x male elf!reader with bad mental health, ft runaan

Cosmo:

Genderbend females:

Genderbend rayla x elf!reader ft, callum

Others:

[sokkas-honour]

royal insecurities - soren x reader

pairing: soren x fem! reader (older sister of callum + ezran)

wc: 4k

notes/warnings; first time writing for the man of my dreams, hopefully it isn’t too bad. a couple of mentions of insecurity but that seems about it, if there is anything, feel free to let me know! thank you dani for helping me out hehe

@biqherosix insisted that i include this: "el is the biggest soren simp on this app and you can fight me on it"

the sun was high in the sky, morning having barely taken over the kingdom of katolis but announced a beautiful and clear day ahead. you were sitting in a nearby field right outside of the castle walls, needing a change of scenery from the brick walls in order to get further into your book. there was a slightly breeze that sometimes made it hard to turn the pages but it wasn’t enough to bother you. you could hear the faint chattering from a couple of people who were about to cross the bridge in order to come through the gate, but other than that and a few shirps from nearby birds, it was rather silent. a serene silence.

“hey y/n.” the cheerful voice from your boyfriend pulled you out of your book. you heard him jump off his horse and land on the ground with a small thud.

“hey soren.” you replied, a small smile forming on your face as you heard him walk towards your spot on the grass. you didn’t bother turning around but you shut the book, knowing you wouldn’t get any reading done with the crownguard.

“watcha doing.” he plopped down on the ground next to you, immediately leaning in to see the book, blocking your view entirely.

“well sor, i was reading.” you explained, putting emphasis on the ‘was’.

“good because reading is boring and i’m actually interesting!” he exclaimed, retracting himself to simply turn his head to smile at you.

“you sure about that?” you teased, turning your head to meet him, a slightly defiant gleam in your eyes.

“well, uh.” soren’s eyes looked to different parts on the ground, a blush forming on his cheeks as he tried to think of some sort of reply.

“it’s okay, you’re more interesting in my eyes.” you moved your head closer to his, your lips inches from each other. he moved his blue eyes moving back to stare into yours, a small smirk forming on his lips.

you closed your eyes and leaned in, but before you could place your lips onto his, soren’s horse neighed as if he were impatiently waiting to leave the spot where he was standing.

“guess that’ll have to wait.” your head moved back, leaving a soren with closed eyes having to realise that you weren’t in front of him as he leaned in a bit more. when he actually registered that he was about to kiss the air in front of him, it was too late. he opened his eyes as he felt himself start to fall to the ground, having leaned in too much.

his chin landed on top of your book, meaning his impact wasn’t softened by your knee or anything.

“ow” soren mumbled, straightening himself back up while rubbing his chin.

“awh did sorebear get hurt.” he groaned at you teasingly using the nickname that he hated, only you or his sister were really allowed to use it and even then he didn’t like it. you stood up, taking the culprit of your boyfriends pain in one hand as you extended the other to him.

“i hate it when you call me that.” he whined, putting his hand in yours and letting you hoist him and his armour up.

“i know.” you gave him a small grin, earning a small huff from him once he was standing on his two legs.

“come on, king harrow is expecting you to be back by now.” he grabbed your free hand that you used to help him up and practically dragged you to the horse.

“boo, i don’t want to go home yet.” now it was your time to whine as he mounted his horse, now him extending his hand to help you join him on the back of the horse.

“sorry babe, orders from the king.” he turned his head slightly towards you, giving you a small smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist and gently beckoned the horse to move along.

you sighed and leaned your head into his back as the horse started to move, soren guiding him to go across the bridge and through the castle gates.

“your armour is not comfortable to lean against.” you pointed out when you were finally in the main courtyard, having spent the short ride in silence. you jumped down the horse and stretched slightly, waiting for soren to join you on the ground.

“y/n, it’s not meant to lean against.” he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“well then you should get a new armour.” you rolled your eyes, attempting to match his previous tone in a slightly mocking manor as he lead his horse by the reins to a servant who would bring it to the stable.

“haha y/n.” he monotonously responded, walking towards you and placing his hands on your waist.

“i know, i’m hilarious.” you joked, leaning upwards to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“y/n!” you turned your head to be met with your younger brother, callum, running towards you.

“hey cal.” soren moved his hands off of your waist to let you join your brother but decided not to leave, still interested in what the step-prince, as he called him, had to say.

“king harrow wanted me to remind you not to forget about the ball tonight.” callum said, giving you a small hug as he hadn’t seen you at breakfast.

“right, i may have almost forgotten about that.” you sheepishly admitted as you retracted from the hug.

“i think the dress you’re supposed to wear is on your bed.” callum told you, taking a step back as he gripped his side satchel that he always seemed to have with him.

“sounds great.” you grinned and turned to soren to give him a small wave goodbye, knowing he probably had some duties to fulfil in the morning, making sure the castle grounds are safe for the guests and all that. he gave you a wave back too before engaging in a conversation with your younger brother, probably about his training session that would be cancelled.

instead of following the usual way to your room, you decided to take a peak into the kitchen and boy was that a mistake. cooks were running around yelling orders as everyone got a head start on the feast that would be served. you managed to sneak two jelly tarts, one that you’d give to ezran, and one for yourself before finally making your way to the sleeping quarters.

you went into your room to find not only a beautiful dress on the bed, but a small boy with curly hair with a yellow toad on his lap. it wasn’t uncommon for ezran, your youngest brother, to sit and wait for you in your room, especially when you left before sunrise to read a book as you always brought a jelly tart. and as you always did, you had one this time as well.

“hey ez, guess what i have?” you closed your door and shook your hands, each of them having a jelly tart in it, in an almost taunting way.

“they didn’t want me near the kitchen today, said i’d eat all the jelly tarts.” ezran lamented as he eagerly grabbed the jelly tart from yu and savoured it, knowing he wouldn’t get another one until later that evening.

“that was a smart move.” you joked before biting into the sweet treat, keeping your now free hand under your chin to keep crumbs from littering your room.

your comment earned a little offended ‘hey’ from the boy, making you laugh a bit while your mouth was full of food. you quickly swallowed it and shoved the final part of the tart before you responded to his offence.

“you’ll have plenty of jelly tarts tonight and no one can stop the crown prince of katolis from stuffing his face with jelly deliciousness.” you smiled warmly, taking a seat on your bed next to him. ezran leaned into your side and giggled. taking the opportunity, you sneaked your hand around the side of his waist that wasn’t against you in order to pet bait, the glowing toad that your brother called his friend.

“now speaking of tonight, i’ve got to slowly start getting ready, so if you don’t mind.” ezran nodded quickly, understanding what you were asking. he pushed himself off the bed, cradled bait into his hands and left the room, not without saying a small goodbye.

you smiled in the direction that he left in, happy to have seen your younger brother who always seemed to make your day no matter what. you then turned your attention to the beautiful red dress that was set on the bed, a dress that used to be belong to your mother that you insisted on wearing. not feeling like putting it on just yet, you grabbed the nearest book and sat down near your window that overlooked a bit of the courtyard but gave you a beautiful view of katolis in the distance.

it would’ve been the first time that the dress had been worn since the last ball your mother attended before her death, it sitting in a trunk to be nicely preserved but upon discussing with your step father, the king, about what to wear, the idea of wearing one of her dresses popped into your mind. it didn’t take too much convincing as your argument of wanting to let the dress live on in her memory made his heart warm.

a couple of hours went by as you devoured a book on xadia, being fascinated by the magical kingdom that bordered katolis. the sun had moved to the west, indicating that the event would start soon. you looked out of the window as you placed the book on your lap, noticing the various horses and noblemen that were gathered in the courtyard, all being greeted by king harrow and his advisors.

taking this as your cue to get ready, you flung your book on your bed and put on the dress. you walked towards the mirror that was placed in the right corner of your room and smoothed the dress out, admiring the way it fit you perfectly. you smiled fondly at the memory of seeing your mother wear it, almost feeling her presence as you stared at your reflection. your trance being cut by a knock on the door calling for you, it being the voice of your younger brother callum. quickly doing something with your hair and nodding in approval, you figured that switching out of your dirty boots might be a good idea. you slipped your feet into a clean pair of black boots that reached your mid calf as you heard the voice behind the door call for you again.

springing up to your feet, you opened the door with a grin, being met with your brother in his ceremonial outfit, as asked by the king.

“you look dashing prince callum.” you teased you stepped out of the room, laughing lightly as you watched him blush at your compliment.

“is that moms dress?” the young boy tried to change the subject, not wanting to discuss the uncomfortable outfit any longer. it didn’t take long for him to notice his late mother’s dress.

“yeah, beautiful isn’t it?” you responded, twirling slightly to show him as he reminisced on one of his memories with sarai.

“yeah.” he responded, absent minded as he stayed in the memory.

“you two ready to be accompanied downstairs? ezran is already with the king.” both of you were taken out of your memories as the crownguard approached the two of you, stopping in his tracks when he finally took in the way you looked in the dress.

“uh, you good soren?” callum noticed the way his brain just seemed to stop working as he admired you, a tease in his voice at the fact that he caught your boyfriend being in awe of you.

“yeah i’m fine.” he shook his head and gave you a smile, watching you walk towards him to wrap your arms around his waist, flattered by the way he had looked at you before.

“still disappointed that i can’t dance with you tonight.” you pointed out as he gently wrapped his arms around yours, not wanting to ruin your dress with his armour. callum just crossed his arms with a smirk as he watched the two of you, some part of him wishing he had that with soren’s younger sister, claudia.

“i’m still the crownguard y/n, i can’t just take the night off, especially when there’s going to be so many people around the king. i’ve already told you.” he sighed, giving you an explanation that he’d given you multiples times before, even though you wished that once he’d tell you the opposite but he was right, just because he was your boyfriend didn’t mean he was allowed to stop defending your father.

“i know. let’s get going then.” you gave him a half smile, removing your arms from him so all three of you could make your way to the event you were supposed to be at.

callum hurried a bit to walk side by side with you as soren took the lead. the three of you walking in silence as you made your way down to the main room for guests. the blond boy led the way in as a guard who’s name you didn’t know opened the door.

“i forgot to say this before but you look hot.” soren whispered to you as callum ran off to ezran, wanting to avoid the crowd that had formed in the center of the room as monarchs from various kingdoms mingled. you blushed but he left before you could respond, taking his place near the throne, leaving you with a wink that just turned your cheeks into a darker shade of red. oh soren, always had a way with words.

you reluctantly made your way towards king harrow, knowing he’d want to introduce you to at least someone before he’d let you do what you wanted to do for the night, he just needed a moment to introduce the others monarchs to his eldest daughter, and his only one.

“ha y/n. glad you could join us.” he greeted you as soon as he spotted the red dress, gaze softening at the way you looked in sarai’s dress, reminding him of his late wife when she was young, even if he didn’t know her back then. turning himself towards you as he spotted his conversation with someone you didn’t recognise. frankly, you didn’t really know any of the rule4 of the other human kingdoms, never following the king when he left for the few and rare meeting between all of the kings and queens.

“terribly sorry for my tardiness.” you excused yourself in front of your father, and by the same token, nodding in the tall man with an intricate beard’s direction.

“ahling, this is my daughter, princess y/n.” king harrow introduced you to the man who he was apart from his name was still unknown to you.

“neolandia.” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear as you shaked king ahling’s hand, mentally thanking harrow for helping you out piece the information together.

“it’s lovely to meet you princess.” his grip was rather firm but his voice was the complete opposite, the tone indicating a relaxed and laid back man behind it.

“the pleasure is all mine king ahling.” you met his smile before he turned his head over his shoulder, seeming to call for someone who had already started mingling.

“this my son, prince kasef.” the king turned back to you, a warm smile on his face as you saw the aforementioned person approach him, being met with the crown prince of neolandia, a boy who resembled his father, especially with his olive eyes though instead of the warm gaze of his father, his seemed colder but you nonetheless gave him your polite smile you had developed from the years spent in the palace.

“pleasure to meet you princess.” the prince’s tone and face being one you recognised, it being similar to the smile you had just given him. the one that was rather fake but made the elder monarchs think you were delighted to be speaking with them. though his eyes sparkled a bit with flirtation, they wandered around your body, making you feel uncomfortable and on the spot.

“why don’t the two of you talk for awhile? it might help both of our kingdoms if the older children become friends.” king ahling suggested, genuine kindness in his proposition which turned your smile you used a front into one seemingly more genuine.

“it would be my pleasure princess.” kasef bowed slightly then extended his hand, inviting you to grab it to come follow him to a more secluded part of the room to get to know each other. though you were interested in knowing him, you were afraid from the way he looked at you for a split second that he might get the wrong idea as to what the conversation might lead to.

“so, how are you enjoying katolis?” you nervously were the first one to speak, unsure of how to start the conversation with the prince. opting to go for a rather basic approach.

“we arrived into town earlier this morning but i haven’t exactly had the time to visit the kingdom. but from what i’ve seen, it’s very lovely.” he explained.

“do you plan to see anything while you’re here?” you tried to keep the conversation to the topic of the kingdom, not wanting it to stray to something you felt uncomfortable with.

“i’d love to see the border with xadia, i’ve heard it’s beautiful.” his gaze broke from your face to scan the room, you trying to see what he was looking for but you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary so you figured he was looking for his father, who knows really why he did it.

“i haven’t really been there.” you shyly responded, rubbing your forearm. knowing you didn’t want to go near it for the memories of your mother’s sacrifice near the border would arise if you got near. not being there for the death but remembering the heartbreak you felt when the news finally came.

“either way, looks like you’re inheriting a lovely kingdom.” prince kasef turned back to you, a sincere smile on his face instead of the neutral face he’d kept.

“oh! i’m not the crown princess, my little brother ezran is!” you clarified, trying to look over his shoulder to see if you could spot thé aforementioned boy but he was either hidden somewhere in the crowd, too small to spot, or he had left the room entirely, not wanting to be forced to speak with others.

“my apologies, i thought.” his eyes widened, an apologetical gaze meeting yours.

“it’s fine! no worries, lots of people get confused.” you shrugged it off. it wasn’t the first time you’d been asked the question, many citizens coming up to you to ask whenever you were in town by yourself.

“well, i’m sure that you would’ve made a lovely queen.” kasef joked slightly, earning a giggle from you. if only he knew how much you’d hate to be the queen, not liking the idea of being the soul leader of the biggest of the human kingdoms.

your giggle was completely planotic and innocent, but, to someone watching from afar who had a slightly tendency to get jealous, it came off differently.

soren was posted on the other side of the room but his eyes hadn’t left yours, desperately wanting to join you. when he saw you head into a corner with prince kasef, a crown prince, he felt jealousy start eating at his stomach, his insecurities slowly feeling like they’d taken over his thoughts.

the night after it all ended, you sensed soren slightly distancing himself from you. not really knowing why, you decided to brush it off as him just being tired or needing to work more, either way, you didn’t think too much of it.

but when it continued onto the next day, and the day after that, your suspicions grew. had you done something? you kept trying to talk to him but he always managed to elude you at the last second, just making your selfdoubt rise.

on the third day, you finally managed to corner him, grabbing his wrist as he left the library, most likely, he was speaking with claudia.

“soren, can we talk?” eyes pleading as you looked up at him, hand removing itself from his wrist, limply resting by your side.

“uh, yeah, sure? why not?” a nervous laugh and avoiding your gaze, you knew something was going on and you desperately wanted to know.

“why are you avoiding me?” you crossed your arms defiantly, tone demanding as you narrowed your eyes slightly at him, even if he was staring at whatever was behind you.

“me? avoiding you? where’d you get that idea.” he kept sending you short glances, not daring to meet your gaze or he’d spill everything. another nervous laughter trailing off as he lying to you.

“soren, will you please look at me!” you snapped, causing him to snap his head and eyes directly towards you, knowing that you were annoyed now. “did i do something?”

“you didn’t, it’s just me.” he sighed, finally giving in, eyes focused on his feet as he was too embarrassed to admit what was happening in his mind. you interlocked your fingers together, encouraging him and hopefully letting him know that this was a safe space for him to voice his problem, and that you weren’t going to judge whatever was bothering him.

“it’s just, why are you with me, a stupid guard, when you’re a princess? you’re this beautiful and smart and bright perosn and i’m just me.” the last part was hard to hear as it was barely above a whisper, your heartstrings tugging slightly when you heard what he thought of himself, not knowing this was what was bothering him.

“is that what’s been bothering you?” you moved your other hand up to his cheek, hoping it would help him look up and back into your eyes before you’d continue.

“yeah, i know, it’s stupid.” he mumbled, turning his head, it not stopping you from keeping your hand as your thumb rubbed lightly above his cheek affectionately.

“sore, it’s not. i wish you’d told me this before. first off, you’re a crownguard! not just any other guard. second, you’re the funniest and most caring person i’ve ever met, i’m confused as to why you ever liked me in the first place! and i could care less if you’re a prince or not, need i remind you that my title doesn’t mean much? and need i remind you that you’re the only person in the world that matters the most to me.” an endearing and loving tone as you tried to cheer your boyfriend hope, it hurting a bit that he didn’t know how much you loved and cared for him.

“even more than callum and ez?” he finally looked up, eyes slightly glassy as he lightheartedly joked, always trying to push in a playful remark or joke in times in he wasn’t sure of what to say, slightly taken aback at your words.

“let’s not go that far.” you giggled, removing your hand from his cheek to press yourself against his chest, happy to have elevated any possible insecurities he had.

“doesn’t mean i don’t love you.” you looked up, hands still placed on his chest as you pressed your lips onto his, originally going for a small peck but the blond boy decided to deepen it, his turn to now place his hands on your cheeks.

“and don’t you ever forget it.” you mumbled into the kiss, hands flying around his neck.

“i won’t princess.” soren smiled into the kiss, everyday being grateful to be with someone as kind and extraordinary as you.

general taglist: @biqherosix @yuesallura @sunnypluto @butterfly-skinnylegend @draqondance

[biqherosix]

hiiiiiiiiii do u write for the drgaon prince ??????????????????????? it’s totally not el spamming you again bc you deserve your ezran/callum x sister reader even if i’ll give it to you too

the secret life of katolis royalty - headcanons

prompt(s): the royal family uphold a proper, good reputation. but with you and your siblings, there are always bound to be a few secrets whether they're silly or not

pairing(s): familial! callum x fem! reader x ezran

fandom(s): the dragon prince

genre(s): fluff

warning(s): none (if there are, please feel free to point them out!)

other notes: hi el 🙄 anyway yes i write for dragon prince now because there is a lack of content in this fandom, especially for the royal siblings ! i want platonic goodness, and i'm getting it even if i have to make it myself. enjoy :) also reader may possibly be bi?? can be interpreted as whatever you'd like though !

- so you're three years older than callum, making you at least seven when ezran is born

- you're so protective, no doubt about it

- and callum doesn't mind because you're not overbearing (if anything callum is more protective of you and ezran than you are of your brothers)

- which is why callum never finds out about your little things with both soren and claudia (more like a kiss with claudia, dating soren, and then breaking up with soren to try shit out with claudia; spoiler alert you kinda miss soren as much as you love your magical perky girl)

- another reason is that cal has such a major crush on claudia before meeting rayla and you don't want him to feel bad upon finding out

- but let's be honest ezran finds out because he walked in on you making out with soren after exiting a secret tunnel

- ezran gossips with you more than you both like to admit because of this huge secret only the two of you now know

- but it brought you two closer and he's really happy about that because now he gets to cuddle into your side while he asks questions and spills the beans while you play with his hair lmao

- yk sometimes you even shit talk callum and his sword fighting and that definitely stays between the two of you (he always wonders why you two are giggling under the tree whenever he plays around with soren)

- but you love your brothers and they love you so !! freaking !! much !!

- y'all are attached to the hip, you can't be seen without one or the other

- most of the time it's your brothers doing your thing and brushing up your knowledge on royal etiquette because a part of you is anxious whenever your father talks about his royal wrongdoings

- he doesn't mean to worry you, he just wants you to be prepared (you were in fact, worried and unprepared when he died and you now had three mf children and a dragon egg to take care of)

- don't worry though because callum and ezran are here to save the day and will tell you how amazing you are for hours, it honestly passes the time very well

- okay but i gotta get this outta the way before i forget but callum is the epitome of the "you're doing amazing sweetie!" meme okay?? he is

- where he succeeds (magic, art, being awkward) you on the other hand lack and vice versa (you are badass okay? you can fight and spar properly thanks to your mother's extensive knowledge and even without a weapon you can pack a punch)

- rayla doesn't really understand how callum can be so happy and perky even when you suck at what you're doing

- but he's your baby brother and he loves hyping you up

- callum is your biggest hypeman and always has been it's a second nature to him, trust me if someone were to mention your name he'd never shut up !!

- like this one time you drew rayla and callum on a spare piece of paper callum gave you and it didn't really turn out the best but he still fake cried and attacked you in a hug

- he keeps it in his sketchbook and he's never letting that go, so rayla jokingly judges him for it and your boy ezran backs you up with callum

- "i don't see why you keep it, i mean it doesn't even look like us! we're like lil' stick figures" "art is contemporary, rayla. it can be anything you want it to be! isn't that right zym?" "ez is right, plus it doesn't look that bad! it's cute. look, she even drew me doing magic! her markings are so accurate" "callum, i don't even know what spell you're doing" "it's clearly aspiro! look at the wind" "they're lines!" "that's what art is all about!"

- baby gets so nervous when he and rayla kiss bc he obviously has to tell you and your opinion matters most to him; he's just scared bc rayla always teases you and you may not approve

- so he kept it a secret for a fat minute after telling ezran, ez is so annoyed bc he has to keep your soren secret and callum's??? at least bait and zym are there to listen (man relationships are hard)

- you just laugh because you saw it coming and the moment is just so wholesome !! you tackle rayla into a hug, welcoming her into the family with "bad drawings and all" bc she never lets you live it down fr fr

- but later that night callum can't sleep and he lets out everything because he never really told you about his crush in the first place like he feels really guilty because you're always so open with him and sometimes he has some walls up, like how he was with king harrow even if you're his biological sibling

- also you bet on your life that you would do anything to make sure callum was content with his life and so after his lil rant and your assurance he asks if you've ever felt that way before

- and you had to do it to em, so you tell him about soren and claudia

- "why didn't you tell me anything before?" "you liked claudia! i didn't want to be the reason for your heartache" "but you're my sister, you deserve to be happy. maybe you and soren can work out" "eh, we'll see. not gonna lie i was ready to go back for him after he almost killed that dragon. he looked pretty hurt but you looked way worse honestly" "hey! you're making my heart hurt here y/n." "that doesn't count because it was playful!"

- you end up going to sleep that night leaning on each other because that's what you've been doing all your life — leaning on each other and you don't want him to forget that !!!

- you also wake up the next morning with ezran in between you sleeping soundly, and rayla comes back to the three of you making funny faces and laughing like there was no tomorrow

- she didn't get it but the three of you did, it was a simple moment that you would all cherish even after ezran becomes king — perhaps it even makes you better as royals

- and from then on, there were no secrets, just a family trying to piece themselves together again after so much tragedy

[scarletemeterio-thesecond]

First of all thank you so much for the headcannon Soren x baker's daughter! It was amazing I died like 80 times reading it! I just can't get enough of your writing please keep doing such good work! Could I request a scenario with Soren dancing at the ball with his childhood friend and crush because Claudia pushed him on her? Maybe with a confession at the end? Extra awkward at the start but fluff and cute pretty please? Thank you very very much!

Hey! Thank you so much for your sweet words and for requesting! I loved this idea, hope you like it!

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Dances and Revelations (Soren x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff.

Fandom: The Dragon Prince.

Summary: See request.

Word Count: 1357

Everyone knew that you’ve liked one of your best friends for a few years now; well, everyone except for him. You were the daughter of a respected general so of course, you lived in the castle, which meant that you’d grown up alongside the rest of the kids. Claudia and you became almost inseparable really fast since you were practically the same age, she was only a year younger than you, and you shared everything with each other, even the fact that you liked his brother. 

The first time you talked about it, it wasn’t that serious; just a random conversation between two girls during one of your many sleepovers when you were fourteen years old. Neither of you mentioned it since you’d specifically said it was just a stupid crush, but it became a little more serious over the years. When you were almost sixteen you realized that you really liked Soren, and you obviously told your friend about it. You’d begged Claudia to stay quiet about it and she agreed, but of course, she couldn’t just step aside from the situation. She wanted you to be happy, and she suspected that her brother felt the same way about you, so she started commenting from time to time just how pretty you looked, or how nice you were to everyone or things like that every time he was around.

Soren would be lying if he said that he thought you weren’t pretty, and thanks to his sister he realized that he liked you as more than just a friend, but he didn’t think you’d feel the same. So he decided to stay quiet to not ruin your friendship; you’ve always been friends with Claudia but as the years went by Soren and you grew closer together and he loved spending time with you, he just couldn’t risk it. And of course, he was afraid of being rejected. No matter how confident he acted around everyone, when it came to you, it all just vanished.

In the castle, there was a ball in honor of some guests from Del Bar, and you clearly had to go. You and Claudia had been talking about what you were going to wear for almost two weeks, and you were extremely excited that the day had finally come. It was time for both of you to start getting ready, so she left your room to go to hers, where she found Soren there waiting for her.

"Soren, what are you doing here?" she asked surprised.

"Do you think I should tell her?" asked the boy without paying attention to his sister's question.

"If we're talking about (Y/N), then you should've told her a while ago, but yes, I think you should and tonight is the perfect occasion."

"I don't know what I'm going to do; I get so nervous around her."

"Just ask her to dance with you, Soren. It'll be easy, I'm sure of it." She said, reassuring him. "Now go, I have to get ready and so do you".

Claudia had just finished when she heard a soft knock on the door and your voice asking if it was okay to come inside.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" She said happily, but she quickly noticed your worried expression. "What is it?"

"Do I look good?" you asked. "It's just that I love this dress but you know how nervous I get with this things even though I love them, Clauds, and now I'm not sure if I should've chosen this one," you said very rapidly due to your nerves.

"Whoa, hey, calm down," she said while grabbing your shoulders. "You look beautiful, (Y/N), I'm sure everyone will be mesmerized at the sight of you." You looked at her in the eye and she nodded slightly, trying to put you at ease. "Especially a certain someone".

"I don't know, Clauds." You sat on her bed and let out a sigh. "I don't think anything is going to happen tonight".

"(Y/N), he's my brother! Don't you think we talk about this kind of stuff? I don't know how many times I'll have to tell both of you to just admit your feelings!" She said, looking at you in the eye before gently grabbing your hand. "I'm sure this will be an amazing night, (Y/N), but we should get going."

You nodded and got up, running your hands through your dress trying to calm yourself down. When you got to the ballroom, there were already a lot of people there, and you were glad you decided to leave Claudia's bedroom since it obviously was a bit late already. You walked down the stairs and approached Soren and Callum. The four of you talked for a while and then the Prince had to leave. Your father approached you and so then Claudia decided to talk to her brother.

“You have to ask her!” She said in a whisper since she didn’t want you to hear.

“What? No, no, I can’t,” said her brother.

“You can and you will, I’ll make sure of it.”

“What do you-?”

“Hey, what are you two whispering about?” You asked while giggling.

“Oh, nothing important,” said your friend. “You know? I’m pretty sure Callum is calling me, so I’m gonna go see what he needs.”

“Wait, Claudia, I don’t-”. Soren was interrupted by his sister hugging us and when she let us go, she pushed her brother a bit, making him be closer to you.

“Bye, guys. Have fun!” And then she left.

The two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds, avoiding eye contact when suddenly, you started hearing a soft melody and could begin to feel your heart racing a bit. Soren felt the same way, he literally thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest and he didn’t know what to do, but when you were about to go and sit down, he took a deep breath and finally let the words come out of his mouth.

“Dou you want to dance?” He spoke quickly, which made you let out a soft giggle and then you said yes.

You put one of your hands on his shoulder while he softly placed one of his on your waist before grabbing your other hand. You made eye contact and the both of you were glad that you were a bit away from the crowd since no one could see you blushing. Everything was going well when all of a sudden, you stepped on one of his feet.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” you said, letting go of him to cover your face a bit.

“Hey, it’s okay. It didn’t hurt,” he told you while grabbing your hands to keep dancing.

“It’s just that, I’m a bit nervous I guess; I always feel this way in situations like these.”

“Trust me, I get it,” he made a little pause to look at you before continuing. “I, uh, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while.” As he said that, you immediately started thinking about the worst possibilities in the world but then you began feeling a little bit hopeful; maybe he did feel the same way you did. “I like you, like a lot. I think that I might even be in love with you and I just- I needed to tell you and it’s completely okay if you don’t feel the same way, even though Claudia swears you do but I’m not sure and-.” You cut him off by gently pressing your lips against his.

“You talk too much, Soren.” He looked at you and he couldn’t believe that you’d kissed him; and he let out a chuckle before pressing his forehead against yours.

“You know? I think I might be in love with you too,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear and then you two kissed again.

“I’m pretty sure this is the best day of my life,” he said when you two pulled away, making you laugh and in that moment he realized that, in fact, he truly was in love with you.

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Soren x Female!reader HC; What it’s like dating him

Request: hey can i request soren x female reader (a headcanon please) how it would be like dating him? (pronouns: she/her)

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Genre: Fluff

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(y/n) will usually watch Soren practice with Callum when she’s finished with her duties for the day, she could watch him for hours.  “You’re just being tougher because (y/n) is here to watch you!” Soren wouldn’t deny Callum’s claim. 

If (y/n) doesn’t leave the beyond the kingdom, Soren would want to teach her how to defend herself. He can’t have her getting hurt on his hands. “Okay, position your feet like that…” He would take this opportunity to get behind her, holding her in his arms, to properly show her the steps of defending herself. She is being taught by the best.

If (y/n) is rather good in the kitchen, she’ll be the one to sneak Soren some treats after practice or if he’s feeling more down than usual.  “We’re going to get in trouble one of these days and get thrown in the dungeon.” Soren would scoff at (y/n)’s sentence, eating one of many fresh tarts. “I doubt King Harrow would throw us in the dungeon for stealing a few pastries. Besides, I think Ezran steals twice as many as we do.” 

Claudia takes as many chances as she can get to tease Soren about (y/n), full well knowing how flustered and soft he gets around her. “What do you mean no I don’t?? Your face immediately gets all red and I can practically see your pupils turn into hearts around her! You love her, don’t you?” 

Soren fumbles over his words when he meets you soon after his confrontation with his sister. He never realized how deep he was in until he found (y/n) sitting on the bench reading, like she usually would, but… Something is different. Soren notices how nice she looks in the sun, the shadow of the tree only partially covering her. he’s in love with her.

He would usually find his way to (y/n) when he was feeling down. he’d sit next to her, his head quickly falling onto one of her shoulders “Soren, what’s wrong?” He’d love how caring she would instantly be at the sight of him being even a little upset

He wouldn’t care about what others thought of him when he comes down to PDA. Soren always likes to have a hand resting on (y/n) at all times, when he’s not kissing her that is. He likes to be a distraction to her work

Soren would like to prove to (y/n) and maybe the others that he’s stronger than he seems. He would achieve this by bench pressing (y/n). Or by having her help him work out//kissing every time he does a sit up or by having her sit on his back while he does push-ups

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

New Beginnings (Part 9~ Last Part)

*Not My Gif*

~New Beginnings Master~

Post Date: 1-2-20

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2K

~Master~

~Series Master~

It was the middle of the night when you tugged on your denim jacket, walking down the streets of New York with crisp air making your cheeks blush. A buzzing in your pocket caught your attention as you pulled out your phone, smiling at the goofy picture of Peter that popped up.

You swiped to answer the call and put your phone to your ear. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey. Where are you?” You looked around knowing Peter wouldn’t approve of this as you focused back on the phone.

“Um, I’m spending the night at MJ’s.” You lied as Peter sighed into the phone. “Peter? What’s wrong?”

“J. Jonah Jameson keeps calling about an interview.” You stopped walking, the grip on your phone tightened and your jaw locked momentarily.

“That man needs to get a life.” Peter agreed with you before you started moving again. “After my dad died, he kept trying to get me to let him have an interview about taking over Stark industries. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and made up his own story about me freaking out on him.”

On the other line, Peter nodded his head. “I remember that story, Ned showed it to me.”

“I just wish he’d leave you alone after everything. I mean, first he tells the world you’re Spider-Man and then he tries to get the first interview. It’s awful.” Your phone beeped in your ear, letting you know it was time to hurry up your conversation. “Hey Peter, MJ and I are gonna watch a movie. Talk later?”

“Yeah. And Y/N?” You hummed back a yeah as you listened to Peter take a deep breath, undoubtedly smiling. “I love you.”

You joined his smile, your cheeks hurting from the stretch as you whispered back. “I love you too.”

You hung up first, checking your texts before movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

“I think we need to talk.” You said into the darkness as you put your phone in your pocket and crossed your arms. There was nothing but silence in the air as two figures stepped out of the alleyway, now barely lit by the flickering of the streetlamps next to you.

“Let’s talk.”

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 You took a deep breath, peaking through the curtain at the reporters talking to camera men or getting their things sorted out. It was your first press conference since your dad and you were one who called it. Peter stood next to you, looking over your shoulder as you turned around.

“Peter, I don’t know if I can do this. This is my dad’s thing, not mine.” You shook your head, letting your eyes close as Peter wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey, you’ll be alright! You’ll be alright. I’ll be right back here watching and you’ll do great.” He tried to comfort you, but you just grabbed his hand.

“You’re going out there with me.” He just stared at you, tipping his head to his side as you grinned.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Trust me?” Peter hesitated as he glanced to the crowd again but when his eyes fell on you again he nodded, trusting you with everything. “Ok, then let’s go.” You took one last shaky breath before pushing the curtain away, feeling the lights of cameras capturing yours and Peters actions. Peters eyes were locked on you, too scared to look anywhere but at you as you stepped up to the podium. You found Pepper and Morgan sitting in the front row as they gave you a thumbs up, making you relax slightly. The crowd quieted down, microphones and cameras preparing to catch every single word.

“I would like to address the rumors surrounding Quentin Beck and Spider-Man’s identity. The videos are fake. The voice recording you heard were made prior to the attack in London. Quentin Beck’s attack. He used the alias Mysterio to deceive me as well as our countries top protectors.” You began as Peter’s eyes widened. You knew lying was risky but you need to make things better.

“Quentin Beck is no one but an old Stark Industries employee fired prior to Mr. Parker’s internship. We believe that Beck was taking revenge on my father’s legacy by attempting to unmask Spider-Man. We believe that he had chosen Mr. Parker based on his new position in my fathers- my company“, whispers and camera flashes spurred across the crowd as you looked to Pepper and Morgan, both beaming at you, “-and his position in my life.” Without much thinking you grabbed onto Peter’s hand, receiving a squeeze from him as he stepped closer. You looked up to him, a smile turning up both your lips before looking back down at your paper and ignoring the bright flashing.

“Mr. Parker on the other hand is no one but a normal high schooler just trying to make it.” You took a steady breath before looking up into the sky, sighing with relief at what you saw. “And as I’m sure everyone can attest, cannot possibly be in two places at once. One of which is by my side and the other is flying above you all right now.”

Everyone gasped, turning towards the flying figure in the sun as they squinted their eyes, trying to get the best photo of Spider-Man. When Spider-Man landed right next to you, you gave him a high five, cameras flashing like crazy as Peter stood next to you freaking out.

“Thank you, no questions.” You spoke into the microphone as the final pictures of the three of you were taken and Spider-Man flew off in the sky once again and Peter and you made your exit off stage.

“That was amazing!” Peter beamed as you both walked down the stairs. As soon as your foot hit the last step, Peter grabbed you by the waist and spun you in the air. You let out a swarm of giggles as you grabbed onto his shoulders, enjoying the love display. Peter put you down and his hand trailed up to your chin, pulling it up for you to look at him. “You’re amazing.” He whispered as you blushed but chose not to hide it and risk losing the sight of Peter’s eyes.

“I try.” You joked before he swept you into a kiss. Happy and the rest of the remaining avengers all filed into the room, a few of them aweing at the sight while Sam started mocking you, Bucky joining in until you glared at them. “Grow up guys.” You told them, sticking your tongue out.

“Alright, Alright.” Sam said putting his hands in the air. “But seriously Y/N, you did good.”

“You were amazing girl.” Wanda pulled you into a bone crushing hug as you laughed, hugging her back. The team all agreed with each other that you had done good, sending away any of the nerves you had about the media believing.

Your phone buzzed as you held up a finger to them all, pulling it out and opening up the news. “Peter. Look.” You clicked on the newest link, one written by J. Jonah Jameson himself with a picture of Peter and Spider-Man up top.

“That was fast.” His voice wavered as you whispered into your ear. You nodded as your eyes darted across the headline.

Spider-Man identity confirmed not Midtown Student, Peter Parker

“We did it.” You mumbled in disbelief as you scrolled through the article. Peter read over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist and every time he read something relieving, he pulled you closer and buried his nose in your hair.

“No Y/N. You did it.” He corrected as you smiled, looking into his chocolate brown eyes over your shoulder. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips as you smiled into it, only pulling away when you heard your name being shouted.

Morgan came running into the room, Pepper following closely behind as you swung Morgan into your arms.

“You were so good!” Morgan cooed as she wrapped her arms around your neck to hug you. You hugged your little sister, feeling Peter’s hand on your back when you picked her up and held her in your arms.

“Thanks Mo. I’m glad you liked it.” Pressing a quick kiss to her forehead she turned to Peter, her mouth dropping open.

“Peter! How were you in two places at once?!” Morgan asked as the room quieted down. Realization crossing everyone’s faces, even your boyfriends, as you smirked.

Bucky just took a step forward, turning towards the team before looking at the two teenagers in front of him, one who look almost as lost as he did and who with a satisfied smirk on her lips. “Yeah Spidey, how were you in two places?” Peter just raised his brow before crossing his arms and looking at you.

You shrugged, licking your lips. “Well…”

---

You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself and the scene in front of you.

Nick Fury and Maria Hill.

“You can change back now.” You told them as Fury’s head dropped in a smirk. Maria just looked at him, eyes wide as you came closer.

“He told me you’d figure it out.” Fury said as you shrugged, pulling your arms closer to your body.

“You’re not the best actors in the world.” You watched as the faces you knew to be Nick and Maria changed to reveal the faces of a pair of Skrulls, Talos and Soren. Smiling you stretched your hand to them. “I’m Y/N. Nice to... officially meet you.”

“So, how did you figure it out?” Soren asked you after shaking your hand, eying you up and down.

“Maria always answers my calls. And Fury would’ve had my ass for storming out of the base the way I did after meeting Mysterio. Figuring you guys were, well you guys, that took some work.” Soren and Talos shared impressed looks. Both a little embarrassed of their mistakes but you let them know they were still pretty good actors, just not for you.

“So why did you call us here Y/N?” Talos asked as he changed back into Fury in case someone saw a pair of aliens on the streets of Queens.

“I need a favor.”

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“I just reminded Talos that it was his fault your identity was revealed and he agreed to help out.”

No one knew what to say. You figured this all out by yourself.

You did that.

You looked around at the shocked faces, everyone’s jaw dropped open as they stared at you. “You’re amazing.” Peter said as you turned to him, grabbing his hand.

“You already said that.” He just shook his head, telling you he didn’t care as he pulled you in for another kiss. You let out a giggle before pulling away and looking at your family.

“Your dad would’ve been proud of you.” Pepper told you, squeezing your outstretched hand. Your head dropped only slightly but you know she was right.

“Thank you, Pep.”

Happy asked the question on everyone’s mind. “So, now what?”

You hadn’t really thought about that. What was next for you? You took over your father’s company from Pepper, you got the guy you’d been in love with for years, you convinced the world Spider-Man was someone else, you figured out that S.H.I.E.L.D’s most trusted people weren’t themselves. But what now?

You looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your blouse as you cleared your throat. “I think- I think, if you all don’t mind, I think I want to un-retire.” You heard Peter’s faint gasp behind you as you turned to look at him with a small smile. “Turns out the world wasn’t done needing heroes.” Happy chuckled, sending you a wink.

“We’d love to have you back Y/N.” The team agreed, everyone coming in for a hug and when it was done Peter grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the group.

“Wanna go for a ride?” Peter whispered as you turned towards everyone, each of them engaged in their own conversation as you nodded. The two of you snuck away, heading out to the roof as Peter slipped on his Spider suit. “Ready?” he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck before your legs made their way around his waist. He held you closer to him, pulling up his mask to give you a quick kiss.

You rested your head on his shoulder, looking out into the city as you smiled. “Ready.”

And the two of you were off.

A/N: It’s over! It feels weird ending this series, when I started I honestly had no idea where I wanted to go with this, so to have this ending it’s truly luck. I hope you guys like my ending with this and aren’t mad at it!

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[yanderebottom]

Janai x fem!reader

Summary: after a week waiting Janai comes and visits you, but you have news to break to her and she finds a solution.

Fandom: the dragon prince

Character: Janai

Warnings;none

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BEING A PRINCESS WAS ONEROUS, being a princess while having a secret affair with a elf was even more onerous. Yes , you princess y/n of katolis were having an affair with a sunfire elf who went by the name of Janai; the Golden Knight of Lux Aurea. Janai was a wondrous woman whom you met while wondering in a forest that she just so transpired to be amassing things for her sister, things they couldn’t get in the forests of Xadia.

It’s been a little over a week since the last time Janai has visited you, and you were beginning to worry for your lover. Has her sister found out and forbid you two from seeing eachother. Your thoughts and actions were interrupted by warm hands covering your eyes and a soft voice taking over your ears.

“Guess who”

A voice spoke nibbling at your ear.

“Callum?”

“No” who the fuck was callum

“Soren?” Who were these people that you were naming off

“No my love” the person behind you lightly tilted your head up to where you were meeted with a woman brown eyes and golden markings on her body.”I’ve returned”

“Janai” you started smiling slightly at the sight of your lover”how’d you get past my guards”

The sunfire elf only smirked making your heart melt

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“OH HEAVENS NO”She whisper shouted walking towards your bed and sitting down “ I just maimed them that’s all” she said with a smirk.

With war brewing it’s been becoming more of a challenge to see eachother.

As long as you live,nothing will tear the two of you apart.

Not even the moonshadow elves trying to assassinate your family.

“Janai..I have to tell you something” you said trying to fight back tears from falling down you cheek.

“Are you ok,are you hurt?” She asked with worry seeing the state your in

“N-no I don’t think I have much time left-“

“What are you saying?” She asked with confusion cutting you off

“Moon-shadow elves...”

Silence took over the room

“They want to kill my father,younger brother and I. They are only five nights away”

A couple of moments passed before Janai had walked toward you cupping your cheeks in her warm hands,pressing her forehead against yours, and lightly brushing her lips on yours.

“Come with me” she whispered with her lips parting from yours”come with me back to Lux Aurea. There you can become mine and not have to constantly worry about your safety”

“What about Khessa..” you started

“She has a stick up her ass and won’t care once she sees how wonderful you are”

“Will she care that I’m human?’’

“Yes,but I can convince her”

“I’ll go with you,but let me write a letter to my father” you said agreeing with your girlfriend

After a few hours of writing a letter to your late father you had put a seal on it igniting that it was important and it is the first thing that he should read the next day。

Looking back at Janai who had lust and want forming in her eyes you took her hand

“Let’s go”she said

Than you two were off, off to your new future in lux aurea leaving behin katolis,callum,ezran,and harrow.

Masterlist

[madou-dilou]

A Requiem for Opeli, a Dragon Prince fanfic (Viren x reader) (sort of)

Despite everything your parents may have said, you enjoyed attending mass.

In the shade of the semicircular vaults of the sanctuary, in the sweet coloured lights of the stained glass windows, in the golden halos of the candles, under the benevolent eye of the saints, surrounded by six chapels for the six sources, the atoms themselves seemed to be scented with incense. Carved in stone, the acanthus flowers and strange fruits decorated the column's capitals, reminding the lost blessing of Xadia. Everything felt so dignified, so humble, so respectful, so soothing, so reliable and so reassuring that it was easy to get carried away by the choir of the nuns. The wise sermons of the High Prelate Opeli, in particular, procured such fervour that you had more than once been caught raising your hand to your chaplain when the ringing of the coins gathered for charity was heard between the rows of benches. However, it was not your habit to pay for strangers, even less for beggars. The Katolis Crown was funding enough leprosariums and hospitals to make it unnecessary for you to contribute. It was always their Majesties Harrow and Sarai who completely emptied their purses filled with gold in the baskets of the Sisters. Even the royal bastard ... what was his name again? Calleon? Callus? Caramel? Chameleon? Anyway, even he did not fail once to loosen his little chubby hands.

Thus the honour of sharing the same bench as their Majesties paid for a similar purse on pain of incurring the royal contempt, and after Their generous contributions would clink no more than mountains of little dims, pennies and piecettes.

Led by the warm alto voice of the High Prelate Opeli, the choir of the nuns spread in pious solemnities.

Et lux fontes duce nos

Defendat nos temptationem

Salvos nos fac de tenebris

Nos, agni decidantur

Dimitte nobis debita nostra

Dona nobis gratia Hi autem de Xadia

On your right, Lady Vassileia yawned. You gave her a nudge:

"Ouch!" she protested softly enough not to interrupt the psalm of the High Prelate. "I wasn't even asleep!"

"Liar," you whispered to her. "Raise your head and listen."

Vassilea had a broken pout that her lace mantilla could not conceal:

"After our phenomenal bender last night, I wonder by what miracle I was able to drag myself to the sanctuary."

You could hardly blame her. In the euphoria that followed your tenth perfect execution of the complex Jarnac move, you had invited your fencing master and your best friend to celebrate the event with a glass of fine wine, a secular cuvée stung in the cellars of the castle in the provinces. One glassful had become a fifth, a tenth, a fifteenth, and to the wise and poignant melody of Who covets the lady the husband must kill had succeeded the bawdy and raucous notes of A sublimated dead for my rising athame, and this until very late at night.

"And not just any rotgut, please!"

"Some Sang-Réal! Heavens, are you insane!" cried Vassilea, seeing you go up from the cellars with two bottles under each arm. "But what will your parents say?"

"Nothing, as usual: they are buried in their books!" had you retorted. "The courses at the University take so much and so much time and energy from them, because who, yes, who will be able to deliver the little people from the sterile dogmas of Faith if not Their Nobility and Their Bookish Knowledge ?!"

The Royal University of Katolis had only opened its gates fifteen years earlier, - it was the late King Harrow's father who inaugurated it. Still, its fame was already reaching every corner of the Pentarchy. Students were taught about everything, aside from dark magic, of course. Mathematics, geometry, geography, politics, history, philosophy, astronomy, ancient draconic, neolandian, evenerian, delbarian, durennian, rhetoric, logic, literature, theology, accounting. Even corpse dissection was taught in this place, despite being legalised only twenty years before- the Faith had uttered loud cries, and it was necessary to double the theology courses to calm their whinings.

"After the hollering that the Faith gave when the Toreha was printed," joked your lord of a father, "no one wants to suffer its snivelling ever again !"

"Everyone has their own copy and everyone can now interpret it in their own way!" added madam your mother. "Obviously, the Faith does not want to lose its grip on consciences!"

"The Faith lost it a long time ago already" snickered sir, "and despite all High Prelate Opeli's booing and hooing to the Council. On the contrary, even, that only demonstrates the truth: if It struggles, it is that it's dying! But, (name), my darling", he added conspiratorially, "won't you shout it all over the place, hm? You know how much displaying scepticism is frowned upon. "

Only the nobles had the privilege of teaching at the Royal University of Katolis, for the moment at least. On the actions took for the education of the little people, to lower the cost of paper and to improve printing techniques, invented some two hundred years earlier, returned the credit for the meteoric increase in the number of students. Even if most of them came from the bourgeoisie and the nobility, and even if the printing works were strictly supervised by a censorship council which limited as much as possible the dissemination of pamphlets and more or less fraudulent wisdom, it was inevitable that this storm of knowledge would trickle over each layer of the population, from the marquis in his castle to the boggy swamp. The Toreha will kill the Church, they said, from murmurs to pamphlets to late drinking in manors, and Human will kill the old Gods of Xadia ...

The nuns' choir continued its hymn in the triforium:

Mors, et vita in morte Fontes nos in deliberationibus

De veteris Dryadalis Xadia quidem apostolos luminis

Accipient in humanitate

Et propitius ero peccatis nostris

Et pascam eorum magicae

Vassiléa yawned to unhook her jaw:

"And then what idea you had of placing us in the last row!" she whimpered as the High Prelate Opeli piously licked a finger to turn a page of the Toreha. "I can't see a drop of it. As if ancient draconic wasn't enough..."

"It's not my fault that we arrived late," you whisper with dignity. "If you had stirred a little earlier, maybe we would be ..."

" You little liar," whispered Vassiléa. "Look at me all these splendid attires. It is surely not to honour the Holy Sources that you took all this trouble ... You have always disdained mass, like your bookworms of parents. Well, I grant you", she added, her eyes bright with mischief," having a job requires a lot of energy ... "

"It isn't even a real job," you protested, feeling the shame rising to your cheeks. "It's generosity, and it has absolutely nothing to do with it."

Vassiléa ignored you royally and whispered in the same mocking tone:

"It is not in the first row that you have the best view, but in the last…"

"I beg your pardon ?"

"… you are not at mass for a priestess but a priest…"

"Vassilea!" you squeaked as silently as possible.

No priest had ever seen himself in the Holy Faith of Pyrenees. The white habit had always been worn by women. If men could regroup in monasteries or abbeys, it would be forever impossible for them to say mass and to pronounce even a single parody of the sacrament. Unless, of course, the reform project discussed for years by the Conclave finally comes to an end, but given the Prelates mulish brains, that was not for the next day ahead.

"You are our soul, our hope and our salvation, Lost sources of Xadia," babbled Opeli far ahead under the stone vaults. "You who were generous enough to give us life and teach us forgiveness and mercy, may you forgive the arrogance of some black sheep and bad apples ..."

"… a divorced priest moreover," persisted Vassilea, "willingly perjury about the vow of chastity, decked out in two brats, dressed endlessly in black and not in white, versed in goety, dissection, the dark arts, spells, occult practices and hmmm, anatomy… "

" Blah, blah, blah, I can't hear anything, the sweet voice of the High Prelate lifts me up in the divine light of the Sources ... and then all that is part of his charm..."

" ... whose arrogant air makes him barely bearable to almost half the yard ..."

" Not even true..."

"… whose endless snoring invariably prevents the whole court from hearing mass ..."

" Vassilea!" you exclaim loud enough to attract a "hush!" imperious from this old cold-fish of Lord Thibalt, sitting in front of you.

"… and whose huge ivory cane that he drags everywhere," replied Vassilea when the gargoyle had turned, "most certainly serves to compensate for a little something."

You suddenly turned your head to your right. Fortunately, the handsome, oh, so handsome talker, who even in his snoring sleep could not leave those, oh, so concerned features, had heard nothing of it. His daughter, on the other hand, a frail brat about seven years old, stuck to her father, looked up from her enormous book and threw a glance at you and your companion, so cold that you both shivered.

"Dirty little mongrel of a chick-crow," you thought, and you tightened your silk mantilla around your carefully braided bun.

Rumours and speculations concerning the kinship of Lord Viren's two children (Soren, nine, and Claudia, seven) were rife at court. They had been assigned for example the High Prelate - she and Viren bickered with such ardour that it could not have happened something between these two. His legendary aversion to clerics added to the strict prohibition of the latter from carrying offspring only made the thing spicier: The Dove and the Crow, what a beautiful heading for a song! Amongst the candidates were also Lady Esmeraldine, because she had black hair and green eyes like Claudia and, as the Queen's servant, some contacts were far from improbable; Erichtoë, a luscious Durenian servant who was said to know something about dark magic; and many others ... Even Queen Sarai had not been spared by hearsay. You had just arrived at the court when this stupid idea had crossed your mind. In your eyes, there was no doubt that a passionate threesome stood at the top of power.

« I don't know where you get these wacky ideas from," your mother sighed when you told her about your suspicions, "because it's common knowledge that the know-it-all crow Lord Viren divorced just two years ago."

You had shrugged. This version was not very compelling. Or, perhaps mentioning the difficulties opposed by the Faith to this still new practice ... but that was not worth the salt of the love triangle.

"And then," continued your mother, "It is enough to look at the queen to see that she refrains from strangling our Grand Mage as soon as he pretends to approach his majesty."

"Precisely," had you insisted, "Is this not proof of bold jealousy between these three? The tension is, at the very least, overwhelming. They spend all their days stuck together. They've known each other for years. And the little prince gets along wonderfully with Soren and Claudia, and he has green eyes like her, and ... "

"Listen, my dear," sighed your mother again, for she spoke only with a sigh, "you better get down to something useful. Or upping your nose with a rubber hose, because in case it escaped your piercing gaze, which I very much doubt, I try to analyse this most boring theology work for my next conferences. "

"But come on, mother ..."

"Frankly," she continued without even listening to you because she never listened to you, "I thank the printing press every day for existence. I can hardly imagine the despair of the unfortunate copyist who had to spend whole years on this crystal-waving nonsense ... "

Whether their progenitor was the fairy queen, a whore from the Suburb of Pillows or a laboratory test tube, little Soren and Claudia were both brought up at court. Despite their promptitude to sneak into the kitchens to raid the jams, to giggle at jokes of a very bad taste or understood only by themselves and to enrage the castle's guards with their tricks; each of them was promised to more than prominent positions.

By the-Sources-knew what bewitchment, Lord Viren had even obtained a very express favour from Their Majesties, however renowned for their intransigence: Soren could miss Sunday Mass (a privilege that the whole court envied him) to participate in the training of the royal guards. Or to parasitise, depends on your allegiance. Claudia meanwhile was required to attend sermons - and as her father's daughter and rightful heir, did not listen to a word of it and always brought enormous books to pass the time. Without willing the fantasy as far as becoming their second mother, you would readily see yourself as a benevolent and affectionate but firm chaperone. A veneer of manners would not do them any harm, did you dream in the secret of your room, and then their father would undoubtedly be delighted to see them find back a semblance of balance.

"Love your enemies," announced the High Prelate far to the other end of the nave, "do good, and lend without hoping for anything. And your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the All-Mighty Sources, for They are good even for the ungrateful and for the bad. "

Her Holiness licked her finger again and turned a page of her copy of the Toreha. Someone in the audience yawned loudly. Several had begun to doze. Viren jumped, fell asleep again, snored more and Claudia horned a corner of her book.

You reached into your pocket and felt the silk of the honey candy bag. Without a doubt, Soren and Claudia would appreciate this little something special. It was a well-known fact that every child loved honey candies. Viren, on the other hand…

Your hand came to curl around the second gift. You did not have to dig your brains too hard to find it, this one: it was the magic oyster from which came out the few precious pearls that you had sown here and there during this memorable evening, two weeks ago ...

Of all the balls celebrating the arrival of spring, Lord Viren had deigned to present himself to only one. However, he distinguished himself by his ease. His tall stature and haughty manners frightened the dancers, but you had not been intimidated. Oh, you still had chills just by thinking of the way his arms tightly surrounded you, hugged you gently as he spun you in music and a storm of silk.

"You dance marvellously, my lord," you had extricated yourself.

"You too, madam."

Then, silence. You had the most considerable difficulty speaking, breathing and thinking while you were in the arms of the High Mage. Not to mention that you have to unscrew your neck to be able to look it in the eyes. I dance with him, he talks to me, touches me. You could perceive the warmth and the firm muscles of his long body through the black brocade.

"Are you still so charming, or is it my lucky day?"

"Is it your rule to speak while dancing?"

You were not going to let yourself be dismantled for so little. You get a new sense of ease in the rhythm of the flute, the viol and the tambourine before responding.

"Only if I consider my partner as worthy of this honour."

Oh, he was worth all the trouble in the world, actually. Particularly draped in this half-cape of black brocade stapled in purple, in this tunic embroidered with sand arabesques, which espoused its movements so gracefully. His beautiful grey eyes narrowed:

"You are too kind. In comparison, my ignorance makes me feel ashamed. I cannot even remember your name."

Had you been a sort of chippy, you would have taken offence and left him there, but you only managed to emit a charmed chuckle as the music sent you to rotate each on its own:

"Oh, your remarkable brain must simply take note of too many things essential to the prosperity of Katolis ..." You accepted his gentle hand around your fingers. "... to think of cluttering up such trivialities."

He laughed, visibly flattered. What a charming laugh he has, you thought.

"Imagine, madam, a demarcated space that you divide in half. You can always divide the two halves into two other halves, and so on."

You were well aware of this paradox. Your parents had bent your hear with it for years; but now that it was spoken in such a low voice, with such gallant inflexions, you found in it all the charms of the world. What could be more normal, coming from a dark mage, and therefore an expert in charms, bewitchments, spells and incantations?

"So this is how memory works, in your opinion: infinitely expandable?"

Viren drew you close to him, and you found that this slightly interested expression suited him perfectly.

"Would you be so fond of paradoxes, my dear ..."

"(name)," you confessed, and you felt yourself blushing even more.

He looked thoughtful, but the two of you jumped at the cry from the pastry buffet: "Hey, father! Try "Cumulonimbus "!". You looked over your partner's large shoulder and the dancing couples to see the two chick-crows, Soren and Claudia, who, spurting out a storm of jelly tarts crumbs, giggled and exchanged elbows.

"Uh, I beg your pardon me, my lord," you stammered, disconcerted, "but ... what did your son just say ?"

Viren then rolled his eyes in the most exasperated expression you had ever seen:

"Something stupid, I'm afraid."

You separated for a few measures before coming back into each other's arms. Oh, those severe features... you felt like his solid arm around your waist was about to leave you, for all your beautiful assurance had abandoned you. Dirty brats ... a pox on them and their incomprehensible bellowings!

"Madam, tell me something."

You thought you heard it wrong. "I beg your pardon, my lord?"

"Tell me something." he went on, in the satisfied tone of someone who had spared his little effect. "If what you say is true, I will give you the next dance. Otherwise, I will leave you there."

You were propelled on a small primitive candy pink cloud while the viol flew away in the treble. The magic of the Sky-Wing elves surged through your human veins, and that of the Star-Touch sparkled your eyes. It was one of your parents' favourite paradoxes. Viren made it easy for you. He rolled out the red carpet for you, he tore the breach apart for you. To believe that he really wanted to feel your hand pass through his well-groomed hair, caress his sharp cheekbone, flatter his so baroque beard, follow the outline of these oh-so-concerned eyebrows, pass the alliance around this ring finger…

Just as you were about to mischievously pronounce the magic formula "You are going to leave me there", the music abruptly slowed down and stopped. The dancers were already bowing, including yourself, and looking up, Viren looked at you with such a contemptuous air that you were left breathless. Oh, but what made me wait so long? you vexed yourself, watching his black half-cape fall gracefully as he walked away towards the-Sources-knew-where, probably towards the cheese buffet, or pray her Grace Sarai to honour him with a dance, or interrupt the last marvellous idea of his brats. He took my silence for hesitation and foolishness. Oh, I ruined everything ...

And today was the perfect opportunity to correct the situation.

Having taken great care to your hair - carefully twisted by your maid in a braided updo in elven fashion, your outfit - purple silks embroidered with red, gold brooch and bear arms, and your perfume - you had tried one half a dozen before setting your sights on a rose fragrance; in short, you had carefully put all the odds on your side.

Of course, you were under no illusions: your good looks were not your only asset, far from it. Lord Viren was known for his unconditional love of libraries, being buried in books very late at night to the point that he had lost the use of beds to prefer that of the oh so uncomfortable benches of the Sanctuary. So your hand caressed the little volume in your pocket with all the kindness in the world. Enigmas, paradoxes and insoluble problems, headlined the cover page. And, calligraphed just below by your quill pen: "except perhaps for you." You had hesitated with "except, for you, perhaps", or "for you, except, perhaps", and to finish off with a "my lord", which gave a choice: "except perhaps for you, my lord "," except, my lord, perhaps for you "," My lord, except, for you, perhaps "and "for you, my lord, except, perhaps.". Then you realised that the formula would probably be too full to suit the close friendship to which you aspired, which made you set your sights on the first attempt. A close friendship, and maybe more. You simply added your first name and tenderly blew on the still fresh ink. Just your first name: there was no doubt that the dance was still as vivid in his memory as it was in yours.

"The Sources teach us that love is given without expecting anything in return," babbled the High Prelate under the vaults once the nuns had finished their pious fourths, fifths and sixths, "and that one can't buy love. They brought Xadia out of nothing, overwhelmed it with their generosity and their benevolence, expecting nothing in return for the spread of this love and this ... this ... "

You were drawn out of your flowery thoughts by the rustling of unsuccessfully turned pages, followed by annoyed mumbles. You and Vassilea unscrew your necks together: far away at the other end of the nave, Opeli was fighting with her copy of the Toreha:

"This ... forgive me, my lords, but this page ..."

She licked her finger, pinched the paper, muttered insults to the fool who had used this new printing ink which made the vellum stick, removed her richly decorated copy from the varnished ebony lectern. In the audience, there were wonderings, whisperings, chuckling.

"Opeli, perhaps I can provide you some help…"

"No, your Grace, you, slurp, you are very kind, but ... but ..."

You risked a glance to your right. If Viren still hadn't quit his sleepiness, you found that Claudia was exceptionally agitated, all of a sudden. Her back was shaken with convulsions, and her little legs were frantic in the incense dust. Look at her fidgeting on her bench. It's as if she had the devil in her.

"Is it me or ... is she just dying of laughter?" you murmured, but Vassilea did not hear you, as busy as she was babbling with her neighbour in front.

Should I have the sleeper? You caught yourself thinking you might wake him up with a kiss. However, you were torn from your reveries by the sound of a cough that emanated from the other end of the nave. Increasingly puzzled glances were exchanged. People left their drowsiness, people quit their reverie, people stopped cleaning their nails or their noses. The concerned survey flew from look to look and from mouth to mouth. Voices and coughs rose under the vaults of the sanctuary. Some rose from their benches and gathered around the gaping High Prelate; however, Queen Sarai had removed her her hood, opened the collar of her cassock and started to give her massive pats on the back while His Majesty cried out to let her some space. The little prince started to cry.

"No, kof, sire, I assure you ... I swear that everything is, kof, kof, perfectly, huurng... perfectly fine!" assured the High Prelate, whose borborygmus intensified until nausea.

"Breathe, Opeli, just breathe, that's it! Oh, you, just move away, you scavengers !"

However, the movement began to gain assistance, including nuns. Useless prayers were muttered, inutiles advices were shouted. The benches and the triforiums began to bleat like the lambs from the Toreha. Half of them were standing, wringing their necks for a better view. The other, whether driven by the opportunity to seize or seized themselves by fear, rushed casually through the central alley and the aisles towards the portal of the sanctuary with one idea: be with the devil as soon as possible.

"(name), come on! Get up!" peeped Vassiléa, grabbing your shoulder. She was apparently part of the second category.

It would have been wise to follow her, but you were as if you were screwed to your bench. And this little chick-crow choking on laughter. Poison, did you understand. Poison on the very pages of the Toreha.

You bound from the bench and grabbed Viren's shoulder. He was the only sleeper who hadn't woken up.

"My lord, get up!" you bellowed. "We have to go!"

"What are you doing? Just drop him!" squealed Vassilea before joining the silk tidal wave.

Faced with Viren who continued to snore, you hesitated to give him a slap. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Claudia suddenly calming down. This child is mad, you thought, stark raving mad. From the chick-crow's lips pulled out something strange, which you did not understand. Then her eyes opened on a purple glow. An abyss of purple. You jumped, wanted to silence her, but could only remain crucified on the spot. So that's what Dark Magic is. When, in Claudia's eyes, a void of darkness replaced the purple, making her look like a fly, you knew this was the end. The Romanesque portal of the Sanctuary was wide open, and daylight pierced the nave on all sides. There was no one left under the vaults. Except for the convulsing, gaping High Prelate, the royal family, yourself, Lord Viren and ... this little witch ...

You close your eyes and prepare to die. Ô Six lost Sources of Xadia. In the name of the Sky, the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Earth and the Ocean. Amen.

A few seconds later, you opened an eye.

"Ho!" resounded the voice of the High Prelate, whose inflexions no longer foreshadowed imminent death. "I'm finally breathing!"

You swivelled and watched their Majesties pick up Opélie, hair undone, the collar wide open, the silver tiara crooked and the hood in disorder, but the skin as white and smooth as usual. "May the Sources be praised -burp… ha!"

To the cry of surprise echoed a ridiculous sound ... but so characteristic.

"Crôaaa."

Then, silence.

"Is it ... a toad?" you heard. Her Grace Sarai sounded just as lost as you were.

You had a thrill of horror. You had a holy terror of toads.

The king did not reply. Opeli, back on her feet, watched the beast hopping on the pavement of the sanctuary.

"What is... Six Sources, I..."

Hup ! A second one bound out from her lips. This is but a dream, you told to yourself, your nails clenching into your flesh. Nothing but a very strange dream, and I'm about to wake up.

"What the fuck is that..." her Grace Sarai muttered, back to her old soldiery level of language.

The little royal mongrel bent down, trembling, and picked up one while Opeli was getting her clothes together with a frenetic hurry. "It's a toad, mommy."

No one said a word, except the beasts which were going on with their grotesque wanderings under the high vaults in the sepulchral silence. From jump to jump, the little gargoyles were sauntering under the great saints' stone eyes. The incense was struggling to hide the smell of carrion with rose from the kings asleep under the marble. The candle's tiny glims almost had something pathetic. The dawn's daylight was splinting through the vitrals and the portal wide open like a wound. It was drowning the pious penumbra in a chasm of white light. Those little monsters appeared only clearer.

The stones had echoed nothing but nun's canticles, ever, but neither the Sources nor the gigantic wrapped praying statues rose to smite the outrage. The minuscule blasphemers were jumping and croaking in the holy light with complete impunity.

"Crôa."

You took a few steps in the centre alley, towards the altar, but you stopped, unable to move forward.

King Harrow seemed to be about to open his mouth when two chuckles rose into the nave, very close to you, two high-pitched laughs, two children's laughs, joined by a third one, lower and more discrete. Apparently, Lord Viren had woken up... and was laughing with Claudia while the other crow-chick, Soren, arose from behind a pillar, spitting out all his lungs by dint of laughing. He was the one who laughed the loudest.

But wasn't he supposed to be paraziting the royal guards' training? you heard yourself thinking, while Opeli stammered, straightening her cassock's collar :

"Lord Viren, will you, at last, explain to me what's going on in there ?"

As he didn't answer, to busy to retain a laugh, she rose her voice :

"As if you weren't satisfied enough with disturbing the mass..."

She put her hand to her mouth, to her stomach, bent over in two: wasted effort. A third toad leaps again from her pious lads, redoubling the hilarity of the crows family. You were speechless. To see Viren laugh so bluntly, he whose features were known as nothing but deeply thoughtful, exasperated by the stupidity of others or at best the vaguely contrite or amused grin; that was at least as extraordinary as the presence of toads.

«Opeli, say something religious." suddenly said Sarai, to the astonishment of sane people.

"I beg your pardon?" Opeli said «, and a fourth beast came to complete the croaking concert.

The crows chortled again. The din through the transepts, the triforiums, the naves, the crypts, the chapels, it aroused so much and so much echo that it seemed sanctuary's walls were going to crumble, collapse and fall too.

"My lord!" intervened the queen, and her voice resounded so dryly in the nave that the laughter died immediately, "Would you be kind enough to explain to us the reason for this masquerade. That you invariably spend the whole mass snoring because you are not surprised by your own grandeur, we can accept; but I will not tolerate your preventing ... "

"Oh no, your Grace," he replied. He had risen all at once, to his full height, and had even engaged his mage scepter by banging it against the marble paving which resounded loudly under the vaults; you were amazed by the coldness dryness of his deep voice. "Believe me, I had no idea what was going on today. I swear."

"The word of a dark mage? The big deal - burp!" spat the High Prelate as, summoned by the concept "Word", a fifth beast came to join its comrades. The king glared at her, and she remained silent:

"In this case, how do you explain this masquerade?"

"Mascewhat?" repeated the blond chick-crow with a perfectly bewildered expression.

You suddenly found back all your senses and your reason. Your hand was raised, and your index finger was planted on Claudia, whose face was ravaged by a barely contained giggle:

"She did this!" you denounced, and the resonance of your own voice surprised you.

The look that Viren gave you pierced your heart.

A look to blast Justice herself.

Gazing around, you realised that even their Majesties were frankly disapproving. The betrayal was all the more burning. Here you were who found yourself making common cause with the sanctimonious clap-trap spitter...

Soren stood in front his sister, his fists clenched, ready to fight, but the little girl released the hand that her father had put on her shoulder:

"It was Soren's idea, but I am indeed the prime contractor!" she squealed in a tone of immeasurable pride. "Well, the powder on the book, it was me, I had read it in a novel! It took me weeks to finish this selenic powder, especially since it had to stick to the pages without being seen! "

Your gaze came to rest on the Toréha, which had fallen from the lectern to crash on the ground. "After the bawling with which the Faith stunned us when Toreha was printed two hundred years ago, no one wants to undergo its whining again. Everyone has their copy now, and everyone can now interpret it in their own way!" Although only a printed copy, this book was made according to the rules of art. The illuminations were each hand-painted. The cover alone, crimson leather inlaid with precious stones, was a real work of art. Most of the pages had fallen from the fall, and the glue would render the copy forever unusable.

You had never been very fond of books, but this truth shook you.

"And we also had to put some in the holy water stoup so that everyone receives a little!"

"Ah," muttered the mage, "so that's why you insisted that I dip my hands in it…"

"Yes, and then a spot of dark magic so the prank more would be even more credible -"

"A prank?" remonstrated the High Prelate. "A prank! I almost died, your Majesties, you are witnesses! This child tried to poison me! You will not tell me that I am over-principles!"

You nodded with firmness.

"These ... creatures are from the selenial-shadowed magic," Viren explained in a low voice as if he was lecturing some of complete bonehead, "commonly known as "moon magic", which places them under the seal of illusions. Not only visual ones but also tactile, olfactory and auditory."

He put his staff against the bench with a thousand precautions - the object did not echoed less loudly, then he hunched his endless spine and bent his knee to grab one of the little blasphemers, then straightened up and began to pat it with the palm of his hand:

"In other words, these toads are only the product of a gigantic collective hallucination, and the Your Holiness's convulsions are only the natural reaction of a human body solicited from within by primal magic. It was nothing but an illusion, my lady, which means that at no time were you in danger of death. "

A dismayed silence followed the declaration. The infamous beasts pursued their a capella which resounded under the pious crossheads of warheads. Never had they seemed so real.

You took a deep breath, wiped your hands in your fine gown, bend down in a silk frill and overcame your repulsion to catch one of those. The coldness and the roughness of the pustular skin, the fixedness of the globular eyes, the absence of muzzle, the greyish colour, the viscosity of the drool which flowed in your hand. By the Sources, what a horror ... a grimace of pure disgust distorting your features, you closed your eyes, then your fist, suddenly. You open your eyes, your hand: nothing.

Your empty palm was stared at, then the abandoned benches and triforiums as well.

The idea that the Sanctuary had been deserted, emptied and ridiculed by the fault of mere chimaeras was almost simply inconceivable.

No conversation, no essay, no pamphlet, no book or rant had ever laid bare such a decay. The printing might have dug its grave, but it was simply inconceivable that the collapse would take so little, so little ... A shiver ran through your spine. The Toreha killed the Church, and the Human killed the Sources.

Opeli put her hand to her mouth, bur nothing came out.

"However," said Viren, who still continued to caress his toad, in a softer voice, a fascinated and even admiring tone, "it is the first time in my life that I have seen such tangible illusions and - "

"You, you will have plenty others occasions to show off, but right now, stop this," interrupted Sarai as little Claudia displayed a smug smile of pride. "You two," she went on to the address of the two chick-crows, stop all this shi ... pandemonium. At once."

As if with regret, Claudia pulled out a collar from under her collar and pulled out a shrivelled toad leg from her bag.

"Wait a minute!" Opeli interrupted her incisively. "I hope you don't plan on using dark magic in here! "

"Well, madam," said Viren, "it's either that or you spend the rest of your life spitting illusions and chimaeras. Oh, silly me, that's already the case ..."

"I BEG YOUR PARDON?! -burps! ha, you dirty beast!"

"Crôaaaa!"

"Enough, both of you!" growled the king, in the tone of someone who felt the headache coming.

The endless squabbles of the High Mage and the High Prelate were an integral part of court life, and they were regarded with a particular mixture of fun and lassitude, a bit like watching a brat always laughing at the same joke. Today, however, did not seem in the mood to tolerate their tussles. His Majesty, moreover, had not finished:

"Among all that you could have offered your father," he belched in a tone where pierced like a kind of mischief, "did your choice absolutely had to fall on this farce?"

"Hmm?" said Viren, stopping to caress the toad, which landed very unsightly on the marble paving. "What did you say ?"

You suddenly remembered the weight clogging your pocket and bit your lips.

Viren frowned. Opeli would have proposed to him that he did not look more dazed.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FATHER!" bellowed Soren, without taking into account the resonance of the sanctuary which made the audience wince.

"Did you enjoy the show?" asked Claudia, pulling on the velvet doublet. "You had a lot of fun, huh, right?" Then, as he didn't answer, "Did you ? Yes, you did, did you ? Huh? Huh? Huh, right?"

"Right, dad! Right! Dadadadadadadadadadad -"

Your hand tightened around the small book. Insoluble enigmas, problems and paradoxes, except perhaps for you.

"Dadadadadadadadadaaaaaad -." The croaks of toads and crows, they made quite a duet.

A true Requiem... and not only to your blended family dreams.

Your eyes turned to the High Prelate. She was just as flabbergasted as you were, judging by her stillness and her gaping mouth. The stone seemed to have swallowed her. Petrified. A new statue for the nave, you thought, holy, helpless, pious and terrified facing the march of Progress. This wasn't just the white dove reached by the toad's drool. This wasn't just some sort of priestess carrion over which crows would have a feast on among her fellows dead villagers. This was the terror of the woman of the sanctuary in front of the lead letters, of the silver tiara in front of the race of time, the terror of the priesthood in front of the changing souls.

As you pinged in a whirlwind of silk, perfume, incense, discomfiture and disarray towards the portal of the sanctuary, you heard his Majesty inquiring with all the good nature of the world:

"Maybe you could stop the illusion now?"

"Yes," added her Grace, "it seems to me that you had enough fun for today. Or, wait, maybe you can tinker us some illusion of High Prelate, now that you've broken this one ? "

"Sarai!"

"What? I'm not right? Look at that, darling, it's not moving anymore. Oh, Opeli, please shut that mouth, or you're going to attract flies. And then, come on, smile a little, hey ! It's not the end of the world !"

"Ah, well, it seems you also broke your father, here he is petrified on the spot. They pair well, aren't they? Viren, if I say "history book"," melting camembert" or "crème brûlée torched with whiskey", will you find back the use of your smile or your legs? Aaaah, there, you see!"

"Oh, what a happy, united family... Aaaaaaw, you are so cute when you are happy, Viren !"

"Actually, no, you should stop smiling, it becomes really unhealthy. "

"Crôa, crôa, crôaaa."

"Callum, drop this notebook and this pencil! And you two, stop with these toads, that's enough!"

The last thing you heard before closing the gate on the tomb of the Age of the Gods was the voice of Viren:

"Oh no, Claudia."

Then: "Leave them a little longer, will you?"

And there you go ! : D

Well, I warned you that it was a somewhat special Viren x reader ...

But, I mean, look at the scene where Viren takes power Napoleon style (the one where he is a thousand times sexier than all the scenes of Aaravos put together): everyone completely ignores Opélie to acclaim Viren the Savior ... Okay, everyone is terrified of the elves, all right, but that's not enough to ignore the Church, the law and traditions. There had to be some deeper reasons. Same for Harrow's communism, moreover, he is so enlightened for an absolute monarch of divine right that it can only come from an intellectual broth having macerated for decades, even centuries ... And then look all these huge libraries throughout the castle! Look at how nobody cares about Opeli throughout the series!

I hope you enjoyed the dance in the arms of the dark, tall and handsome advisor ;) and that seeing the Magefam reunited and happy put a little balm in your heart during this complicated period. Fluff, fluff: 3

Reviews are appreciated :3

[imbumkyung]

I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch. 1) - My

(twilight x reader)

Pairing: undecided

Chapter 2

Warnings: none! But this doesnt include the twilight world just yet

Most of her days were being spent like this lately. At home, walk the dogs, help out mom with the house, say she’ll do this and that— but doesn’t. Except on the rare occasions that she does. Thats why even after a whole month of not going out with her friends and ninety percent of her day being spent at home, her room was only getting messier. And honestly, in 2019, cell phone addictions are to blame.

Hours in her room dressing up with nowhere to go, and even more hours on instagram watching how much fun everyone else was having. In truth, it was a hole she dug on her own, rejecting invites and not creating them. She knew she needed to lose weight before going into the military because let’s face it— she can’t succeed in life any other way if education was never going to work out for her. She needed some sort of security for her future and if college wasn’t going to do it, the military would have to. Or at least that’s what her parents told her.

Though she was content, there was the part of her that wished there was some other way. But there wasn’t. She tried a whole dreadful year of college as an art major, and through that year she prioritized anything but school. She prioritized dancing and her social life. It hit her like a car crash that she couldn’t live on like this especially the the angel on her shoulder telling to her make the right decisions or her parents would find out about her antics. So when the car crash happened while she was supposed to be in school— instead she was on her way to get her nails done— it was the last straw for mom and dad.

The only thing that really made her want to stay away from the military was the boy she was talking to earlier in the year. That stupid boy. Long story short, the heartbreak he gave her really made her realize how strong she wanted to be, and let her dad know she wanted to see a recruiter the very next day. A maybe it was impulsive, but definitely rational.

So there she was, in her room at twelve noon, telling her long time friend Soren that she couldn’t hang with him because “her mom was mad at her and won’t let her go out”.

“It’s all good” he texted back.

Kaileia sighed. The only thing she could do was go to the beach, walk her dogs, go to the gym or wish she was as happy as she saw her friends were on instagram. Until her family vacation to California that was to happen in two weeks from now, passing time would be a burden. Deciding she’d soak in a bit of the Hawaii sun before coming back to her room only to be on her phone some more and possibly make some art, she peeled herself off the bed, prepared herself for the day and took her dogs out for a walk.

Besides the stressful pull of the leash her Border Collie– Athena– provided every time she saw another dog, these walks were always peaceful and provided much headspace. Hawaii was a beautiful combination for magnificent islands and Kauai was no exception. The humidity was just right, the sun was warm enough, the waters were usually friendly just as the people were. With so much headspace, her thoughts had everywhere to go.

“The population of Native Hawaiians are going dangerously low—I’m really no exception. I’m not even full Hawaiian. Poi donuts sound great right now. How are my sister and her boyfriend going to handle a long distance relationship? I wonder if if Kai actually likes football. Does he have a girlfriend? Whoever gets my little brother will be so lucky. I wonder if Keiki is doing okay in middle school. Mom has work tonight. Having two jobs and four kids is so stressful. Let’s not forget that Dad is going to school too— for the sole purpose of making money. The military pays him for it.

I wonder what Mark saw in Jennika that he didn’t see in me.

Her expression clouded, not wanting to remember him. They ended on a good note, but upon seeing that he decided to pursue a relationship with her and not him, it hurt her pride. A lot.

Snapping out of it and watching her two dogs happily walking along the beach, tongues out and frolicking about, she smiled. “These two have my whole heart” She thought.

What if life was different? If I had friends who texted me more than once in a blue moon. If I wasn’t on instagram all the time and I was actually out in the world. If I actually had people to shop with— okay maybe not that one. Shopping with other people around is distracting. But still, I wish I was closer with people.

Life right now was lonely for her. Soren’s invitation was one he sent for the first time in 2 months. Not that it’s his fault. She’d turn down his last one because she was too heartbroken by Mark to see anybody.

Nearing halfway through her route, she whipped out her phone to put on Pokémon Go! After all, it’d be a waste to pass all these pokestops even if she wasn’t planning on catching anything at the moment.

It was 1 p.m. and she was back from the walk. The sound of two little girls and a baby filled the house as they ran around pretending to be Elsa and Aurora in their pink and blue dresses.

She took out a mug and began to steep white tea. After a few minutes of this, she boiled 2 eggs, ate a banana, and made toast to put peanut butter on later.

“Going to the gym later?”, her mom, Mahealani questioned, holding the baby on her hip. She ran an at-home day care while working at a restaurant after 5p.m.

Kaileia cast an annoyed look for a quick second before muttering a “yeah”.

Ever since the emotional conversation to her mom about not wanting to pursue college, her mom made sure she knew that the military would be secure, and that she had to go as soon as possible in order to retire early. Mahea wanted the best for her daughter. The idea was always in her air, but Kaileia wanted to try out college first.

3p.m. Go to the gym because mom told you to

4p.m. Just a few more sets and we’ll go home.

Text from: Miko

Hey do you wanna go to Na Pali later? CJ and Li are coming too

Kaileia smiled, she loved that coast and the fish she could swim with that were within 4 feet high of the ocean

Text to: Miko

I’m down what time tho?

Text from: Miko

We’re gonna go at like 6 do u need a ride

Text to: Miko

yeeeee

5p.m.

”Should I take a shower? I just worked out but I’m gonna go in the ocean,” Kaileia asked Miko over the phone

“Just dont wash your hair I guess honestly I dont know,” Miko replied

“Bitch what if I infect the ocean,” Kaileia jokingly exclaimed

“Bitch, I don’t know! The fish will die I guess!” Miko laughed.

“Amazing,” Kaileia deadpanned.

“Oh and Li’s not coming anymore,” Miko mentioned

“Why?”

“I don’t know I think him and his mans are gonna do crackhead things,”

“I’m surprised,” Kaileia said sarcastically

“Same,” Miko said

7p.m.

Kaileia, CJ, and Miko walked in their swimsuits and towels along the coast, finding their usual spot before running right in. The two girls hair flowing behind them in the wind while CJ’s curls bounced with him.

8p.m.

The trio finally walked out of the water, feeling as if gravity was pulling them harder than usual.

Sitting on the towels, Kaileia suddenly asked, “Do you guys ever wish life was different?”

“Shit is it sad girl hours already?” CJ asked, earning a short chuckle from Miko.

“I honestly don’t even know like— the ocean has me feeling some type of way,” Kaileia explained.

“I wish I didnt have a nicotine addiction,” CJ suddenly joked, while taking a hit from his vape. The girls both laughed. “I don’t wanna be gay no more this shit making me stupid I swear” they laughed even harder at his half-assed excuses.

“Shut up hoe you love being gay,” Miko swatted him while taking a hit

“You right though,” he aknowledged

“You guys radiate crackhead energy like 24/7,” Kaileia said

And it was true. Out of the four— Li being absent— Kaileia was the most “normal” one. Not to say she wasn’t as crazy as them, she just was normal at more times than they were.

The rest of the night was filled with vine references, creating tik tocs on the beach, and taking “Hot Girl Summer” beach photos. Though it was dark, Kaileia decided to go for one last swim, taking Miko with her. CJ stayed behind to enjoy the night time coast while the girls ran in. Kaileia ran faster, underestimating the tide as she was already in 4feet deep and still being pulled in as she was deeper now and the wave aggressively towering over her at 7 feet. Stunned, she held her breath and braced herself.

“Kai!” Miko yelled, panicked

The only thing Kaileia heard after that was the gargling sounds of the unforgiving ocean before everything went black.

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Heres the first chapter! Before jumping into the Twilight world, I kinda wanted you guys to know the character a little bit. Thank you for reading! Likes, Reblogs, Suggestions / Recommendations & Critiques are appreciated!!

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claudia x reader headcanons

claudia is a beautiful dumb dork mage and i hope i got her beautiful dumb dorkiness right so please enjoy!

so, if you’re a practicing mage she loves loves loves helping you with spells! or anything! is more excited when you do a spell correctly the first time than you are. also probably cannot wait for the day you can both tag team some dramatic foe using magic together because you two would obviously make the Best Team

if you’re not a mage though she loves loves loves collecting ingredients with you! and she info dumps a lot of magic-related stuff on you so, in theory, you can do every spell she can. in theory

collecting ingredients is a great excuse to hang out with you not that she needs one 

sometimes you two don’t even get much done because you’re both too busy admiring the scenery aka stealing glances at each other and/or you have to steer her the right way because she’s reading her spellbook

if you’re scared of bugs however...

good luck

claudia: oh! y/n y/n look! i recognise this web pattern!! if we just follow the main threads, we can find a goliath birdeater--

you, losing all blood in your face: im sorry what did you just say

claudia: which will be great for the newest spell i--oh here it is!! y/n look!!!! it’s huuuuge--wait, why are you running????

the first date she is utterly awkward. she had been planning on asking soren for help but then forgot (that’s for the better though...the advice he gives is probably not the advice anyone needs) so now she’s not sure if she’s being too forward or too distant is it appropriate to show off a magic trick right now maybe she can make a potion to make you forget all this, this was such a bad idea--

by the end of it she’s uncharacteristically quiet and feeling a bit down in the dumps but all she needs is a little “this was fun i hope we can do it again sometime?” and she’s over the moon again

the next date she goes stuff it and straight out grabs your hand because you know what??? “??” life is short!!! 

most likely gushes to viren and soren about you. viren seriously considers dark magic because (season 2 spoilers) he sees how happy she is and just cant have her getting left behind like he was. he keeps a close, close eye on you 

soren just attempts to tune out his sister but it really doesn’t work. he thinks she’s using dark magic to force him to listen to her talk about how amazing and strong and cool-- “ok shut up now clauds ive heard this five hundred times before”

if you’re a fighter/guard, she probably tries to get a good word in to promote you

will watch you train/spar if you ask her to buuuut she might get a liiiiitle bit bored. sorry. she tries though! and she really does believe in you - that’s her reasoning 

claudia: well i don’t need to see the ending because i already know you’re going to win!

you: claudia i was literally thrown down the last five times you came to watch

claudia, wincing: wellllll....

and while she may not have a lot of sway over some guards, when it’s you and her brother sparring she makes sure to give her brother the ‘im watching you’ gesture extra aggressively because she really doesn’t want you getting hurt despite how much you’ve told her it’s fine

be prepared if you go to the library with her on one of her library runs

she tends to keep books for a long while and borrow like fifty books at a time (the librarian hates her for this. though the librarian hates everyone. its fair) so you’ll more than likely get stuck carrying like 5 3-inch books in a stack as you two complete your third lap of the library

claudia: alright!! i think we got them all!! thanks so much for the help y/--wait where’d you go??

you, collapsed five shelves away: ... 

claudia tries out a loooooot of nicknames like ‘honey’ ‘sweetie’ ‘baby’ (soren walked by once and fake gagged. or maybe he really gagged who knows).  wants to find the perfect one for you so she goes through calling you everything and anything she thinks would fit like ‘jelly tart’ ‘sugary pie’ ‘the primal stone of my heart’ “mayyyybe we should stick with honey”

in the end though she loves saying your name (maybe a shortened version or some nickname variation too) most

just like how she loves you a whole lot!