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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 10

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

You sat on the cold floor of the corridor, amidst the rubble and mess of strewn books and splinters of broken wands, trying to focus yourself. You pushed everything out of your mind, all the warmth and love, all the hope of ending this night in victory. You placed your hands on the stone floor, feeling the dust and gravel beneath your palms, the chill penetrating your skin and seeming to slowly drop your internal temperature. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the figures of Ron and Hermione who watched on from a short distance away, allowing you to focus whilst still keeping a watchful eye on you, incase something went wrong.

You pictured the snake in your mind, fighting to keep the rest of your mind blank and filled with darkness, allowing all those negative emotions you so often pushed down to rise to the surface. Grief, pain, sadness, desperation to return to your loved ones, you allowed it all to bubble up to the surface, knowing that being in such a dark headspace would only help to bridge the connection between you and the snake. You reached out in your mind, as if surveying the area, probing with your mind, searching for any hint of where the snake may be.

The further you drifted in your mind, the less you felt like yourself, all your personal identifiers leaving you as you fell deeper into your subconscious.

Then, the first faint prickles of pain flared in your shoulder, a simmering burn beneath the surface that you'd become accustomed to. Though Bill had numbed the tenderness in the non-healing wound, it had not blocked the pain receptors that were still very much bridged with your mind. You twisted your shoulder around as the pain increased, the wound feeling hot and cold at the same time, beginning to creep up your neck and into the base of your head, as if a stream of lava was climbing up from your shoulder to your brain.

Then, like a switch had been flicked, the blank, black vision behind your eyes became illuminated. Light crept through into your vision and you were suddenly able to see and feel everything the snake could, the misted grass on the floor which would have been cold if your body had not been of similar temperature. It was still somewhat dark, as if the light around you was shaded by something, the first light of dawn only slipping through uneven cracks in the sky, like trees blocking your right to the sun. You fought to push deeper, allowing to bridge the connection further with the snake, forcing yourself into it's mind.

You could feel the limited patience of the snake, their thoughts showing displeasure at remaining still, expected to remain at it's masters side as he does his bidding. For a brief second you catch the sight of a body on the floor, the snake glancing over it before turning once again to look at it's master, the dirty robes and dirty pallid skin a deeply unsettling sight. The snake was hungry and malnourished, only able to eat or attack on her master's orders, you learned. You pushed further and sunk deeper into the snake's thoughts, your own body and consciousness slipping from you as your own senses disappeared, only a thin a thread of yourself remained in order for you to get back to yourself.

Then, with a shock that made your real body flinch, the snake began speaking in it's mind, the voice not serpentine or hissing as you had expected but rather female and quiet, an ominous and haunting thing to experience.

"You seek me here."

You're too stunned and spooked to reply, not even knowing how you could as you realise all too late that the snake is addressing you specifically, knowing your presence. There's a tense pause and you wait for the snake to speak again, anxiety bubbling in the last piece of yourself that you were so desperately clinging too, having realised too late that you had sunk too far away from yourself.

"You seek something, an ending," the women's voice speaks again, rendering you frozen again.

"Yes," you reply, though you don't know how you are doing it. Are you speaking out loud? Is it just in your mind?

"So little you know," she says, though her voice holds no tone of torment or condescension. "My master is unaware of our connection."

You didn't believe her, something in your mind denying the claim, knowing that it would be too dangerous to trust her words. Was this a trick to lure you in? Was it the voice of the Horcrux speaking? Voldemort's slither of soul attempting to twist your mind.

Suddenly, the image of a woman appears in your connected mind, a young and beautiful woman you had never seen before. She was of Asian descent, dark hair and dark eyes that held a beauty and a torment within them. She was familiar somehow, a look in her eyes that you seemed to understand, the faintest idea of her identification tugging at the very edge of your mind, as if a recollection had been triggered. You hear the voice one more time and it only furthers your theory, the voice fitting perfectly with the memory she was showing you.

"Seek me and this shall end, seek, seek."

The words repeat and overlap in your mind, an echo that fills your head like smoke until it's the only thing you can sense. The words twist and shift, sounding unfamiliar at first, merging and joining all at the same time as you're forced to listen to the haunting words over and over again. Without warning, your mind goes completely blank and you are back in your own body, though your vision is black and your senses are muted. She had blocked you out entirely, slammed the door on your connection and forced you back into yourself.

Your entire body trembled as you began to sense things around you again. The gravel on the cold and dirty floor under your hands, the smell of the dust and smoke. Her words still played in your head like they were stuck in your ears as you opened your eyes, seeing the view of the familiar corridor sharpening.

Your breathing is rapid and your heart thumps in your chest at an alarming speed as you watch Ron and Hermione directly in front of you, their faces showing terror and their mouths moving quickly though you could not hear them, Nagini's words filling your ears still. Eventually the voice fades as you stare blankly into the distance and Ron and Hermione's voices become intelligible once again, increasing in volume slowly until you wince and try to pull away, hearing them too loudly now.

You see that your body is contorted into a strange position, one that you hadn't started out in and for a moment you consider how deeply your own physically body had merged with the snake. You immediately recoil and sit back on your haunches, still panting as you attempt to regulate yourself, mentally scrambling to grounding yourself.

"Think of Fred and George," you hear Ron say, attempting to help centre you. "They're safe, they're in the Hall with everyone you love. You're safe. Come back to us y/n."

You force yourself to picture your boyfriends, seeing visions of them in various years at Hogwarts and after in your mind, from emerging out of the passageways in fifth year, snowball fights in your third year to night at home in the flat all cuddled together as you watch rubbish muggle TV.

Almost straight away it helps and you feel yourself returning, the feel and thoughts of Nagini slipping from you entirely.

Your eyes slowly rise from your point of fixation and look up to the worried eyes of your friends, struggling to find the words to explain what you had seen.

"I, I think she's a woman," you say quietly, your voice croaking and sore as if you'd been screaming for hours. You frown, looking down at your lap, the image of the woman she'd shown you so clear in your mind.

"You think he's keeping her transfigured?" Hermione asks quickly, horrified at the thought. You shake your head, your brain still foggy as you try to think of logical reasons or possibilities.

"No, it's more than that, she's a snake but her thoughts are so human," you say, involuntarily shivering as you try to remember the feeling you felt at seeing the memory. "She knew I was there."

Hermione gasps and her hand flies up to cover her mouth, eyes horrified at the notion. Ron audibly gulps, trying to swallow back his reaction but you calmly breathe, trying to explain.

"She said he doesn't know, that our minds are bridged," you explain, "at first I didn't believe her but there was something more to it, she meant it. She showed me a memory, a woman, seek me and this shall end."

"We have to find someone else? Hardly got bloody time when they're beating down the doors."

"No it's not that," you say, quickly shooting down Ron, "I think she's trapped in the body of the snake. I think that's why Bathilda was so believable, because she knew exactly how to be human."

"A maledictus," Hermione says with a gasp. Ron looks beyond puzzled at the word tumbled from Hermione's mouth and at another time you'd probably have chuckled at the harsh glance she gives Ron. "Honesty Ronald do you not read your necessary textbooks?"

It slowly begins to connect in your mind and Hermione's theory makes complete sense.

"A maledictus is a woman born with a blood curse, able to turn into a predetermined beast but destined to transform into that creature permanently," Hermione explains and as far as you can remember it's recited verbatim from one of the dark arts textbooks. "But I thought that they lost all sense of humanity after the change had been made?"

"That's what I thought too," you say, moving slowly to stand and brush off the dust that cling to every inch of your clothes. "Maybe the piece of Voldemort's soul inside of her prevented her humanity from disappearing?"

"Yeah because you-know-who's known for his humanity," Ron mutters and you shoot him a thunderous look that tells him to shut up.

"What if it's a trap?" Hermione asks as you all stand now, suddenly whispering even quieter though no one was around.

"I thought it might be at first but she seemed so real, it wasn't like before when the Horcruxes tried to twist our minds, it was like she was asking for help."

A moment of quiet passes between you all as you considered what this meant for the larger plan.

"But she still needs to die," Ron says, breaking the silence. You nod, not seeing any other way around it.

"I have an idea but it's mad," you say, casting a glance to your bag that sits beneath your jacket, across your body for protection. The sounds you heard during your connection had prompted a very prominent memory that seemed to explain so much of the answers you'd been missing, finding that for once, you felt secure in your knowledge, knowing what you had to do.

"It's better than nothing," Ron shrugs.

Suddenly a brief but startling pain erupts in your mind, not too dissimilar to how it had when Voldemort had tried to communicate in your mind, though this time there was no cold sensation or sense of impending doom.

"He's coming," a female voice says within your head, though you knew it was not your own voice inside your head. The voice echoes as it fades and you quickly shake your head to try and make the voice disappear.

"They're coming back," you say quickly to Ron and Hermione, still trying to stretch out your neck as you can feel the lingering discomfort from Nagini's interruption.

You immediately began gathering everyone and began walking outside towards the courtyard in a strong group, both of your boyfriends standing protectively behind you as you stand beside Hermione, her hand entwined with yours for support as you looked towards the bridge, seeing a dark and solemn procession approaching.

Neville leads the way outside, searching in the depths of the rubble to find the sorting hat, lost in the battle and cast aside, dirty and ripped. He blows off the dust and studies it warily in your peripheral vision as your eyes fix on the approaching parade.

"Who's that? Hagrid's carrying?" You hear Ginny say from just behind you as she steps around you, Fred and George towards Neville, who doesn't reply.

"Neville, who is that?"

Her words fall on deaf ears as everyone watches in fear as the deatheaters, led by Voldemort, drawers ever closer. The figures have just come close enough to be able to focus on them, able to distinguish them apart from the sea of withered faces. You could see Bellatrix and her wild hair and movements, the Malfoy's who moved slowly and sullen in expression and you could see Nagini. There's a moment where it seems you catch each other's gaze and you feel a strange sort of connection to her, even though you'd watched her kill your friend only hours ago, forced to live through it. But you couldn't think of Severus now, instead you focused on the Weasley family surrounding you and the vision of death in front of you, coming ever closer as they cross the threshold to the courtyard from the viaduct.

You can see Voldemort's pale and serpentine features now and the faint smirk he emits as he surveys the ruins of the castle is enough to make anger flare deep in your soul, seeing his cruel and twisted satisfaction. The deatheaters fall into a line behind Voldemort and Nagini, a human barricade to anyone who wished to escape. Hagrid is forced to stand at the side, still cradling the body of someone you had quickly realised it to be, all hope leaving your body as you look upon his limp, lifeless figure. You'd been right, the pain you'd felt had been the result of a loss of life, of which you now knew to be Harry. In quick succession your thoughts drift flicker between devastation, loss, hopelessness and then twist to vengeance and determination, never losing focus of the main goal even if Harry is no longer around to lead the way.

"Harry Potter is dead!"

"No... NO!" Ginny screams, her primal cry pulling at the heartstrings of everyone around, the noise echoing through the stone courtyard. Arthur leaps forward to hold her back as she rushes towards the middle, wrapping his sobbing daughter in his arms, only holding her tighter as she struggles, tighter, closer, safer.

"Silence!" Voldemort shouts, raising his wand to cast a warning spell towards the sky in anger, "Stupid girl."

Voldemort surveys the scene before him, walking forwards slowly but with poignancy, repeating, "Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me."

Silence follows his address, his followers remaining mute whilst your friends and familiars stay silent in fear. You can hardly take your eyes away from the haunting sight of a beaten Hagrid holding the body of Harry.

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Voldemort turns towards his disciples and shouts with jubilant celebration and with arms wide open in victory, earning the cackles from his followers. He laughs and it's unlike anything you'd ever heard, like it was the first time in his life he'd ever made that noise, the sound of it so odd. With a toothy grin and open arms, he turns back to address you all, his body language opening up though his words remain cold and threatening.

"Now is the time to declare yourself! Come forward and join us... or die."

Silence once again passes after his words, not a single sound is made from the crowd. You daren't look around or catch anyone's eye, too afraid in what you'd see.

"Draco," you hear Lucius Malfoy from the front of the ranks gesturing for his son to join him. "Draco," he says again, quieter now as the entire eyes of the courtyard fall upon him. There's a brief hesitation in Draco where he stands still, the conflict within him never more obvious as he stands looking at his father's outstretched hand, feeling every ounce of pressure for him to move forward. Only when his mother softly calls his name does he begin to move, reluctantly walking over until he's embraced by Voldemort, another mildly haunting sight as he awkwardly places his grimy hands on Draco.

A few tense moments pass as you wait for anyone else to make their move and shoot your eyes to Neville as he limps towards Voldemort, dragging the sorting hat along with him. For a brief moment you are outraged and heartbroken as you watch Neville break ranks, watching in disbelief as he shuffles ever closer to the dark Lord. Voldemort regards him with amusement, attempting humour as he looks down upon the limping, bleeding Neville.

"Well, I must say, I'd hoped for better," he grins with twisted amusement before his face drops and he begins walking towards Neville, who doesn't look him in the eye. You see Arthur gripping his wand tighter as he keeps a fixed, watchful eye on Neville, the look of disbelief in his eyes mirroring your own.

"Who might you be, young man?"

"Neville Longbottom."

The deatheaters laugh, none louder than that of Bellatrix who cackles loudly, her face twisted in delight.

"Well, Neville, I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks."

"I'd like to say something." Neville's gaze finally rises from the floor as he looks directly at Voldemort now who seems to balk at the suggestion, his face grimacing as he snares, pushing down his rising anger.

"Very well, Neville. I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear what you have to say," he goades, sending a hateful look towards Neville who in return looks upon him in contempt.

"It doesn't matter that Harry is gone."

"Stand down, Neville!" Seamus says, urging his friend to stop, knowing that no good would come from his speech.

"People die every day. Friends. Family. Yes, we lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us, in here," he taps his chest directly over his heart, turning his head to address you all, "So is Remus and Tonks and... all of them. They didn't die in vain." He turns to Voldemort and spares a pointed glance at Bellatrix. "But you will. Because you're wrong. Harry's heart did beat for us. All of us!"

Neville takes a step forward, looks Voldemort in the eye and with one fast move, he draws the sword of Gryffindor out of the sorting hat, shouting and preparing to swing. Voldemort stands frozen for a moment as at that very time, a movement from the top corner of the courtyard has everyone gasping. You look on in amazement as you see Harry alive and Neville wielding the sword all at the same time, two unexpected events back to back that were enough to make you pause for a moment as you observed.

Harry launches himself out of Hagrid's arms and falls to the floor, not dead at all as he runs for cover between the stone pillars. It's mayhem as deatheaters begin to disperse, running for their lives and disappearing into thin air. Voldemort suddenly wheels wildly in Harry's direction, as he fights to shield himself behind the pile of rubble.

"Potter!" You hear a familiar voice say and look on with rapt attention as Draco's hand whips forward and tosses Harry a wand, in complete disregard of the looks from his parents beside him.

"Well done Malfoy!" Ron says from beside you, quickly muttering in a much quieter voice, "can't believe I just said that."

Voldemort fires on Harry with a burning fury, sending curse after curse in his direction as he weaves between the stone pillars of the courtyard; effectively blocking each one of his vengeful attacks. More deatheaters flee with a cloud of black smoke, leaving less than half of your original opponents gone.

"Everyone back in the castle," you say quickly, your eyes instinctively going to Arthur's who seems to have the same thought, quickly herding the group back into safety. Kingsley moves to shield the group, though Voldemort it much too preoccupied with Harry in the moment and quickly draws everyone back into the Great Hall. Fred and George run beside you, George's hand briefly entwining with yours.

Neville is blasted with a curse that propels him straight back into the castle, flying up into the air and landing with a sickening thud.

"Confringo!" Harry fires upon Nagini as he bounds towards the castle's entrance, luring Voldemort inside. Flames run the entire length of Nagini and though she hisses in displeasure, nothing happens, to her at least. You wince as the pain in your shoulder intensifies immediately, feeling scorched by the spell that Harry had cast. You fall behind, the last to enter the hall, except for Harry as George's hand slips from yours, the twins slipping into the stream of people pouring to safety. Hermione's head whips round and you notice Harry sending a brief glance in your direction as he fights off Voldemort who had taken rather badly to Harry's attempt at killing his prized pet. From the look in their eyes, you realise that if you could feel her pain, the connection was much stronger than you'd known, the implication of what was to follow allowing a lingering sense of doom to wash over you.

Harry runs back further into the castle in anticipation of Voldemort following him, your gaze fixed on the snake at his feet. Harry quickly stopped upon realising that Voldemort was not pursuing him as anticipated, but rather had stopped just by the threshold of the doors, his cold, hard gazed locked on you. He's seen everything that had happened, he was no longer unaware of your connection to Nagini.

"You."

You meet his eyes, showing no fear. A hardness had come over you, void of emotion as you looked at the man you had feared for too long. A man who had both directly and indirectly taken so much from you, the man you no longer feared.

Fred and George remain at the door to the Great Hall after discovering you were no longer beside them, as does Arthur, all of them watching with rapt attention as he addresses you, their wands fixed on his figure. You don't look at their faces but can clearly see the outline of their figures in your peripheral vision, too worried to look at the expression on their faces.

"You are the one who resists me," he sneers, taking a singular step forward as you grip your wand tighter, saying nothing, though your face shows nothing but distain. "The one that resisted my attempt to communicate, the one who forced me to push harder, to weaken myself to get through a single witches mind when everyone else was so easy to manipulate. The one who senses the shift in Nagini, thinking I am ignorant to it. You are the one that shall die next."

"No!" The twins scream in sync, though Fred is the one who rushes forward with his wand aimed, all of you watching in horror as Voldemort draws back his arm and points his wand at you, ready to curse you before turning it on Fred in anger for the interruption.

Three things happen at once that leave you and the people around you utterly shocked and astounded.

Firstly, the Lebetum in your pocket begins to violently shake, more than a vibrate at is had before, physically shifting the material of your pocket as it then explodes inside your pocket. Secondly, the beam of light that you believed to have disappeared with Severus' life, shone brighter than ever, enveloping you in illuminated blue tendrils of light, the now incorporeal Patronus effectively shielding you from harm. Thirdly, the beam of light that has encased you and protected you reaches out to also block Fred from Voldemort's curse, rebounding it and creating a ricochet of the curse that physically knocks Voldemort back, though doesn't harm him.

He quickly bounces back and shoots another curse at you, fury evident in his face at being bested but no hit comes, the tendrils of blue light still surrounding you. Harry quickly fixes his wand upon Voldemort and tries to curse him but he deflects it with precision. You spare a glance at Nagini but realise quickly that it's the wrong thing to do as Voldemort suddenly reaches out towards the snake and disappears into a cloud of black smoke, along with the snake. There's no time to question what had just happened, nor implore the quizzical looks of the people around you at the device in your hand.

Harry turns to you and you know what needs to be done, the others still frozen in horror at what had just happened.

"I'll go after him."

"I'll get the snake."

"No," Fred begins to protest, George also vocalising his displeasure but you look at them with your hardened face, seeing no other way. You didn't want to leave them again, feeling as if you'd already done too much leaving and reuniting, but there was no other option and it was too dangerous for them to accompany you.

"It has to be her," Ron says, sullen but with a hardness to his tone you'd never seen him use in his family, a tone that said no questions would be answered at this moment. You step forward and kiss Fred with a fiery passion, completely ignoring the fact that there father was mere feet away before turning to George and giving him the same heated kiss.

"It'll be over soon, this is the last thing. Keep everyone here safe, your family needs you, I love you both. So much."

You don't hesitate any longer and turn on the spot, running through the corridor and out of view, in search for the snake. You knew looking inside yourself for the connection would leave you vulnerable and right now that was too much risk to take so you quietly hid around the stair bannister and closed your eyes, hoping for at least a small peek of where Nagini was, checking first that you had your bag and everything you would need.

You saw rubble, harsh against the frame of her body and Voldemort's billowing robes as he ascended stair after stair, firing at Harry.

You ran as fast as your feet would allow and crept around the lower staircase, seeing Harry and Voldemort duelling higher up, completely unaware of your presence. You grabbed a rock from the pile of rubble beside you and hurtled it at Nagini, trying to get her attention. You threw another and backed out of the back, hiding behind a wall as to not draw attention to yourself from the other two who were locked in battle.

Suddenly, there's an explosion from above that causes Nagini to topple over the bannister and come hurtling down onto the floor not far from where you were hiding. She hisses wildly, body coiling and uncoiling before she freezes, spotting you.

Your shoulder burns the closer she gets, the tingling sensation only growing stronger as she fixes her gaze on you.

There's a tense moment that passes as you regard eachother but there's something wrong; there's no recognition there, no connection. It's like she's possessed, cursed. The trunk of her body extends and she pulls back before launching directly at you, making you swerve out of the way, casting a curse upon her as you move that narrowly misses.

"Nagini, you're free, I'll free you!" You say, trying to reason but it's pointless, the snake keeps attacking, drawing you further and further out of the staircase hall.

You know that it may be the last opportunity for you to do what you need and you summon the vial from inside your bag that had been stored there since the night of the attack. The thick, black, ominous liquid seems to swirl on its own accord, the iridescence shining as you look upon the venom that had been pulled from your body.

You take a breath, steady yourself as you keep a close eye on the snake that seems to be preparing to attack again, body coiling and pulling back. There's a brief moment when Fred and George enter your mind, their smiles and laughter, exactly how you want to remember them, hoping that if you are to die in the next minute, they remember you that way too.

The snake lurches forward and you cry out in pain, watching with absent eyes as your blood drips down and pools onto the stone floor beneath you, succumbing to your fate.

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thank you @bidisasterevankinard for the tag! 🫶🫶 I have finally been getting some progress made on the next chapter of my Tommy Mpreg! So here’s the beginning of ch 9! 🫶

The last thing Tommy remembered before finally slipping off to sleep was Evan snapping a quick selfie of the four of them. Apparently he sent it to everyone and Tommy just looked so exhausted they all collectively decided everyone should go home for the night and return the next day to visit. Evan filled Tommy in on this the first time he woke up to one of the twins— Ro, that time— starting to fuss; Evan told him the plans as he secured his hold on Robby and handed Ro to Tommy. (Yes he was holding both, he said he couldn’t choose one.) After that, the rest of the night was spent getting next to no sleep, swapping the twins from Tommy to Evan and sometimes back again. Feedings, burping, diapers, and then just a moment of shut eye before one is up and ready to start the cycle again. It’s a lot to adjust to, but he doesn’t mind one bit! If Tommy is being honest, he has been falling in love with them from the moment his doctor handed him that paper with the positive results— he may have only thought it would be one baby, and he may have taken a moment to fully accept this unexpected reality… but he definitely felt it nonetheless. He didn’t know, however, how intense and fulfilling this love was going to be. It baffles him how these two tiny beings somehow make him suddenly feel whole; like he’s finally complete.  And tiny they definitely are! It’s a little terrifying, how they nearly fit in the palm of his big hands. Robby is the bigger of the two— bigger being just a few ounces over six pounds— and Ro is absolutely itty bitty at only five and a half.  Robby looks just like Evan; Ro is the spitting image of Tommy. Both have a head full of soft curls, but his are dark brown and hers are a dirty blonde.  Twenty fingers and twenty toes— Tommy has counted them multiple times just to pass the time through the night during feedings… and because they are just so cute. They are the tiniest embodiments of pure perfection and he is just so in love!

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hewwo i might spend today on some writing but my blog feeling messy ! so imma go through & delete old ooc posts & maybe fix up my graphics. but also tiny announcements that will be added to my rules . some not major , some kinda important so i would appreciate it if y’all read this ( i will be properly updating my rules when i can get to my computer ) :

🔻 i have health issues i am going through ( my heart has been having SVT episodes. basically this means my hearts being a bit odd & pumping harder then it needs to be ? i’ve having tests done so hopefully we figure out exactly what happened & what can be done . ) which makes me very tired. sometimes i can’t even get out of bed let alone write — so sometimes i will be MIA without any warning . i’m telling you this so no one thinks I’m ignoring them or anything like that .

🔻due to the anon hate i will be keeping anonymous asks closed for a bit . again, my apologies to those who have side blogs & use anon asks to send things in. simply send it from your main & i’ll put them in a separate thread ! i am also sorry to those who maybe be too shy to approach to ask questions but i truly don’t wish to deal with anon hate over petty things. which brings me to my next point.

🔻if you have any problems with me— may they be with how i responded in a thread , how i spoke ooc, or whatever it may be : please talk to me. i will not bite i promise you this but im gonna be 26 next month & i cannot handle people skirting around issues anymore . i cannot correct problems if i am not informed of them ( or at the very least explain myself ).

if i do turn anon back on — it is not the way to discuss issues with me. i understand you may be shy but hiding does not solve issues ( if i miss tagged something or requesting me to tag something isn’t an issues . i will do it even if anon asks. i’m talking about major issues . ) we’re all adults here trying to have fun.

there are things i won’t change — like i’m not going to put nsfw on a side blog but i will tag it as spicy tw or suggestive tw . ray is will always be auto angry at botw / totk zelda’s . ray will hate hylia by default . ( i’ve had ppl me upset at this, thinking their versions of these muses where better & didn’t deserve his reaction . they tried to push ray to be OOC because they preferred it … they quickly left but im using it as an example of things that could have been corrected with proper communication but they never heard me anyway so 🙄)

🔻to my last point : i understand the person in my DNI has deleted . i will be keeping them in my DNI incase they return as they hinted they might . i was informed by their friend to curate my space & i will continue to do so .

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I know I'm about to disappoint a number of people with this, but I'd rather just put it out there, instead of leaving my readers waiting for something I've now decided isn't going to happen.

I will not be doing the Aemond x SG (reader) happily-ever-after AU.

Reasons why under the cut:

I want to preface by saying I have started a draft of it, which I will be keeping saved on my Google Drive, incase I ever change my mind one day and/or find a way to edit it that will please me.

Now, for the reasons why I've chosen to abandon the one-shot:

There is no feasible way for me to write it which will keep canon events in-place, or keep SG & Aemond both in-character.

I initially wanted the HEA myself, but, at this point, I feel like if I published it, it would be solely for fan-service. Something I myself detest. I hated when GoT did it, & I've hated when HotD has done it.

SG would never be happy in any of the Free Cities, due to slavery. The only one she would ever find a modicum of contentment in would be Braavos—a place most unfit for a dragon to reside, due to most of it being under water.

And please don't suggest I send them to Sothoryos or Yi-To or Leng or something. Bc, just... No.

Aemond is not going to abandon Vhagar so they can go live on a floating island somewhere. Which leaves them with little other possibilities of where to relocate.

And, say I went with my one anon's idea of having them make a pact with the Price of Pentos like Daemon did (he gives them refuge in exchange for Vhagar's protection against the Triarchy). SG would be forced to make slaves answer to her & Aemond would live out his days doing naught. Riding Vhagar, taking long walks on the beach, etc. He'd feel, effectively, useless.

And once the Dance broke out? He'd be chomping at the fucking bit to return to Westeros to go to war. And for him to fight against SG's half of the family? It'd rip them apart.

If he stayed just to make her happy, he'd come to resent her, bc he would feel gelded. Having his dragon, his knowledge of battle-planning, skills with a sword all for nothing.

Say I make it so the Dance never happens. I'm just abandoning canon in such a major way that I don't feel comfortable with. Like. Aemond exists in ASoIaF bc of the Dance—not the other way around.

And I don't see their families not coming after them in some form. Whether that's Jace flying to Essos to try & retrieve his twin, or Aegon or Otto sending men after Aemond, they'd never live in peace. Not for the first few years there, at least.

And Aemond is just... Not a healthy match for her. I'm sorry. I myself have tried to change a toxic male partner & the shit cannot be done. He is obsessed with his niece. If she put a toe too far out of line, he would come to show his true colors & she would permanently live in fear of him for the rest of her days.

And that fear would only further embolden his efforts to keep her. He would see it as her not loving him as she's "meant" to, which, must, by extension, mean she may leave him. Time to batten down the hatches & ensure she has no place left to run.

The phrase "if I can't have you, no one can" comes to mind.

So, that brings me to what I may still eventually write: the tragic ending fic for the two of them.

The events of Sons & Daughters chapters 1-8 would be canon, as well as all of the outtakes, minus perhaps the Cregan pregnant sex one—I'd have to figure that one out. But it would start immediately after the Harrenhal outtake ended. It's why that chapter ended so abruptly: I was setting up for this potential fic.

Make NO mistake: this AU would NOT be canon. Chapter 9 is what is canon.

This fic would simply exist to explore a terribly dark "what if" version of my story. And it will include many triggering scenes. Posts will be tagged accordingly when/if the time comes.

Well, that's all I really had to say about this lol. Feel free to still send me your thoughts/commentary. I'd be surprised if a couple people didn't try to talk me back into the happy fic & out of the dark one, but I think my mind is pretty-well made up about it. Sorry!

[factorialsfandoms]

Random question for you:

What is the strangest coincidence that ever happened to you?

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Oh! Hello! Can I call you tree? I'll do that I think.

Hmm... I'm not sure it is the strangest at all, but when my grandfather researched our family history, he uncovered that before moving to London for industrial revolution reasons, my family were from the fens. Which, having not known that at the time, was where my family moved to when I was about 3, following where my father worked. My grandfather got very excited and we found the grave of an ancestor who died a bit over 200 years ago in a cemetery just down the road from my school. We just... accidentally stumbled back to where we came from.

[thefallennightmare]

Time-Ten

Pairings: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut in places maybe

Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?

A/N: Incase no one saw my last memo post, I had to change the months/year of this story to line up with the correct time line. Anyway, enjoy the new update!

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October 12, 1943

Doll,

I know it’s been a few months since you’ve heard from me but I’m finally settled. Everything over here is good, no need to worry. I can hear your voice right now, ‘are you making friends? Are they nice to you?’ Yes to both, sweetheart.

How have you been? Steve taking care of ya? I’ll have to kick his ass if he’s not. How’s my ma and Rebecca? Tell them I miss them and they’ll be getting their letters soon.

I miss you so much, doll. All I can think of is you and how much I miss the way your hair smells and the way you smile at me even though I’m being a yuck. I can’t wait until I can see you again. I don’t want to promise when that will be because we both know that it may not happen.

I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t wait till I receive your letter.

Xx,

Bucky.

I squeezed the letter hard against my chest, trying hard to hold back the tears. For the first time in months, I had finally heard from Bucky. Weeks of worry and wonder if he’s alive or worse. Thankfully it wasn’t the latter.

Sitting at my kitchen table, I furiously wrote my own letter, letting Bucky know everything that was going on back home. His mom and sister were doing good, all of us trying to get used to the new normal of Bucky being gone. I didn’t bother mentioning anything about work, not wanting to waste time talking about something that didn’t matter.

I also didn’t mention anything about what Steve went through.

It wasn’t my business to tell Bucky that. It was something those two old friends needed to talk about.

However, it was also because I hadn’t seen Steve in months, since the night before his procedure. Not because I hadn’t wanted to, but because he went M.I.A without warning. I had called his landline multiple times with no avail. Worry etched deep within, wondering what had happened to my best friend. I couldn’t help but think of the worst, that the procedure had gone wrong and no one knew about me, which is why I hadn’t got the news.

With a sigh, I placed the letter into the envelope, not before spraying it with some of my favorite perfume. As I stood, my eyes landed on the picture that I had placed on the fridge door not even five minutes before. It was a picture of Bucky, one of his platoon members had taken. He was leaning slightly, hands at his side, and he looked so dreamy.

The morning sun had finally settled in its place in the sky so I quickly made my way towards the mailbox, hoping the mail man would get the letter today. I wanted Bucky to get this letter as soon as he could.

My front door swung open with force, excited to get this letter in the mailbox, but my feet came to a very sudden halt at the large presence in the doorway.

He was two feet taller, more heavier in muscle, but those blue eyes remained the same; no matter what procedure he went through, those would always be the same.

“Steve?” I breathed.

He was dressed in a dark green uniform, hands dug deep into his pockets, but the smile on his face was bright.

“Hey Y/N.”

My hands shook, something unknown flowing through my veins.

“Where have you been?” I stumbled slightly over my words.

Steve sighed. “I know I disappeared for a while and I can’t apologize enough for it. But I’m here now so if you let me, I can explain everything.”

Without a second thought, I nodded. “Walk with me to the mailbox.”

In our short walk, Steve explained that even though the procedure was a success, obviously, that didn’t mean it had a good ending. Our overseas enemy, Hydra, had sent a spy over and killed Dr. Erskine to steal a vial of the serum that Steve was injected with. The army was unsure what they wanted with it but they also didn’t want to wait to find out.

But Steve had no part of it, his general had other ideas.

“Wait,” I shook my head. “He sent you on a musical tour to sell what?”

We were back in my apartment, sitting together on my couch.

Steve sighed. “Bonds for the war.”

“I can’t believe it. You’re this super soldier that can lift me with ease now but you're dancing on stage punching Hitler?” I asked.

“Rub it in,” He jokingly grumbled.

“So where are you heading to now?” I questioned.

Steve leaned back into the couch. “I’ve got a few days off before the tour starts back up again; this time overseas. Figured I could spend time with you. If you’re not too busy for me.”

I patted his thigh. “I will never be too busy for you, Stevie.”

Neither of us knew that after this week, both of our lives would drastically change, for the worse.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Zuko x female reader series: Part Six

After leaving the firenation you and Zuko track the avatar down, break into a fire nation prison and you get into a fist fight with Sokka...but your fun summer aside, It all comes down the agni kai between Zuko and Azula. Although you’re only there for support you end up doing more harm than good for Zuko...

Part One here

Part Two here

Part Three here

Part Four here

Part Five here

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The first meeting

After leaving the fire nation you’d found the avatar pretty easily and now it was just the matter of convincing him not to attack you that was the problem. Zuko rehearsed his speech to an audience of you and a frog you’d befriended and you and said frog glanced at one another not convinced as Zuko finished his speech. Zuko saw you expression and groaned “this is stupid! I’ve dragged us out here for no reason, they’re not going to let us stay”. You shook your head “no they will it just depends on what you say! Come on we can get this right! Try again but this time maybe don’t seem so...teriffied?”. Zuko sighed but tried again.

Zuko wouldn’t let you come with him the first time he approached them incase they reacted badly and you agreed only because one fire bender was less intimidating and punchable then two fire benders. Despite all your rehearsal the inital meeting didn’t go well but Zuko eventually managed to get the gang to agree to your presence. He only had to risk getting attacked by them and then save their lives from an assasin, almost dying in the process, but he came back beaming to tell you the gang was expecting you. Zuko led you to their camp and the gang came into view, each and every one of them staring at you. You stared back, putting names to faces and Zuko stopped infront of Aang. “Aang, erm everyone this is y/n, she’s a firebender so she can help teach you aswell”. Aang smiled at you hesitantly but the two water siblings huffed and the earthbender just frowned. “Nice to meet you, cool airbison” you said in greeting and Aang couldn’t resist a smile “thanks his name’s Appa!”. “He’s glorious” you grinned “can i stroke him?”. In reply Appa licked you and you made a noise of disgust and suprise. Aang laughed “that means he likes you! He must smell Zuko on you”. You exchanged a raised eyebrow with Zuko but smiled back at Aang “great I made a friend already!”. The water tribe girl, Katara according to Zuko, made a noise and rolled her eyes walking away. Her brother and the earth bender stared at you but seemed equally curious as they were angry at you, which for a first day you took as a win.

The gang’s reaction to you and Zuko

Straight away you could tell the gang was confused how you and Zuko worked. You knew Zuko had mentioned you were dating but still the gang all seemed shocked at the concept. The Zuko they knew was so different to the one you knew and even though Zuko was never one for PDA even watching him be casually sweet and attentive to you was like seeing a completely different person from the angry man they first met. The day after you arrived Aang started his firebending training and Zuko asked you to help. You were more than happy to but soon realised something was wrong with Zuko. He trired showing Aang the forms but he didn’t have any fire. You basically ended up demonstrating everything to Aang while Zuko got more and more stressed that he couldn’t do it. Aware Zuko didn’t perform well under pressure you told Zuko you should break away from the training session to give him and Aang time to bond. You’d barely been back at camp 10 minutes when Zuko and Aang came into view on their way back to camp, training apparently abandonned. Aang reached you first and explained Zuko still couldn’t fire bend. You looked up the hill to where Zuko was slowly sulking his way back to camp and frowned, he looked sad, his body language defeated, head slumped. You weren’t having this and without a word to the gang marched over to Zuko.

The gang’s POV

The gang watched super confused, and partially fearing for your safety due to the look on Zuko’s face, as you marched over to Zuko. You reached him and they all held their breath. They couldn’t hear what you said but whatever it was made Zuko more upset, he exploded, gesturing wildly to where him and Aang had been training and they all recognised that temper. What they hadn’t seen though was someone control it. You touched Zuko’s hand and his whole body seemed to deflate. You gripped his hand and stared speaking to him calmly with a small smile on your face. Zuko sighed but smiled too and you hugged him tightly. They were all shocked when Zuko sunk into you and wrapped his arms around you burying his head in your neck. You seperated and said something making Zuko smile and took his hand leading him back to the camp. Sokka raised an eyebrow but Katara rolled her eyes “so he’s kind to his girlfriend, big deal he still tried to kill us”.

Zuko and Aang’s went on a fieldtrip to re-learn firebending and when they returned the gang all watched amazed as Zuko animatedly told you details of what had happened. None of them had ever seen the boy smile let alone talk so happily, it was odd. You smiled at Zuko brightly and after he’d told you everything he seated hismelf beside you an arm around you. You leant into him, tracing his hand around you, and Zuko grinned at whatever you were saying. "Is anyone actually buying this?" Katara asked watching and Sokka frowned "what the fire duo?". Katara nodded and Aang shrugged "they seem pretty happy maybe Zuko was always tring to kill us because y/n wasn’t with him". Katara scoffed as Sokka nodded like that was a plausible excuse for trying to kill them.

The first fight

Your first argument with the gang was with Sokka and unsuprisingly it was about food. The daily rations had just been split 6 ways and there wasn’t much of it, something the ever perceptive Toph noticed. "That’s it for food?" she asked when Sokka passed her a bowl and he sighed "yes there’s not much to go around now there’s 6 of us". You were sat nearby and thought the tone Sokka used was very pointed but didn’t comment.  Aang frowned "so we'll get more food, no big deal". "I mean it kind of is a big deal" Sokka sighed "it was hard enough the four of us and now there’s six of us...”. “I needed a firebending teacher Sokka you know that” Aaang shrugged and Sokka rolled his eyes. “Yes and I get letting Zuko in to teach you but do we really need to be responsible for every run away from the firenation?" Sokka asked talking about you. "First it’s his girlfriend but what next? His whole extended family? His gardener? This is hard enough as it is without Zuko’s girl tagging along". "Zuko’s girl? Tagging along?" you asked loudly and Sokka jumped seeing you’d heard. “You think that’s what I did?” you smirked "I was no use to Zuko during the escape, I didn’t help him get here or anything?”. “I didn’t say that” Sokka started but you cut him off “and we brought food too so i’m not the reason food’s short, you’re the one who eats like a horse. I’m just as much an asset as Zuko". Sokka raised an eyebrow "really because he’s a fire bending prince". "And i’m a fire bending navy expert, what can you do?". Sokka blushed "well i....". "Water tribe right?” you said not giving him the chance to repeat himself “but you can’t water bend can you?" you asked smirking as the boy glared "i can still fight" Sokka cried. "Really prove it, fight me" you grinned. Sokka frowned "i’m not going to do that". "Why because i’ll beat you?". "I’m a warrior of the souther water tribe" Sokka argued and you rolled your eyes "big deal i’ve been sparring with Azula Mai and Ty lee since I was 7, have you ever played fire knives with Azula? I don’t think so, you’ll be easy". Sokka glared and you knew you’d triggered him. "Okay no bending" Sokka said and you nodded "sure and no weapons, that includes boomerangs". "Guys are you sure..." Katara started but Toph shushed her “shut up Katara I want to feel Sokka get his ass kicked”. You and Sokka stood feet away from each other and Sokka smirked looking past you to Zuko "don’t worry i won’t hurt her too much" he said cockily and your anger peaked. You were going to teach this water tribesmann who was useless.

_ _ _

The fight over, you and Sokka sat beside one another on the floor. Sokka held an icepack to his head for the swelling, it was the only injury you’d given him Katara couldn’t heal, while you inspected the red mark from where Sokka bit you when you had him in a headlock. "I’m sorry about that" Sokka blushed "i don’t usually bite, it’s not noble for a warrior to do". "Any victory is a victory no matter the means...even if you lost" you replied. Sokka frowned but you smirked at him to let him know you were joking and Sokka laughed. "I let you win". You raised an eyebrow and Sokka sighed "okay maybe i didn’t but there’s no shame in losing to a better opponent". You grinned "friends?" And Sokka nodded "friends".

Zuko and Katara’s POV

Zuko and katara watched you two confused. You’d gone from arguing, to physically attacking one another to now laughing like old friends. "Is she...does y/n always fight people?" Katara asked hesitantly. Zuko shrugged "usually not physically but yeah she does that, does your brother usually bite people?". Katara shook her head "nope just your girlfriend". "I don’t know if i should be offended or pleased?" Zuko frowned.

The prison break

True to your promise, after you fight you and Sokka became fast friends mainly because you had the same reckless energy and it was utter chaos when you two were brainstorming ideas. Zuko was kind of jealous at first but you reassured him he’d always be your best friend even if he was your boyfriend and Zuko didn’t mind as much. Sokka didn’t object to you coming with him to rescue his dad and considering you actually knew where the prison was considered you a pretty important asset.

You were meant to stay on the ship during the prison break but that idea went to pot as soon as the steam made the ship useless. So you entered the prison with Zuko and Sokka and soon enough Zuko got caught. You managed to get the job guarding his cell though so could keep an eye on him when there was an announcement important guests had arrived. Your plan to escape was soon so you ditched your guard uniform and headed to your meeting point when you came across one said important visitor who spotted you straight away.

Mai.

You swore inwardly but tried to offer a friendly smile incase she was in a forgiving mood "hey Mai...". A knife was embedded in the wall next to you and you nodded "okay okay, before we start trying to kill each other any chance you'll accept my apology, realise me and Zuko didn’t mean to hurt you and let me go?". Mai sent a knife for you and you used your bending to only just knock it off course. "Fine i guess violence is the answer" and launched into an attack. You didn’t want to hurt Mai so mainly avoided her attacks in an effort to tire her so you could then take her out carefully. The best way to do that was to make her lose focus. You’d been told your best weapon in a fight was your mouth, you could make people angry and lose concentration easily and so tried to use some of that now on Mai. "Also just to clarify i’m not fighting you because of Zuko, i mean two girls fighting over a guy is so gross and demeaning i’m fighting you because you’re trying to stab me! Alright? Okay good, just wanted to make that clarification". "Stop talking!" Mai cried and you smirked, it was working. You carried on talking nonesense, apologising for that time at school you’d accidentally fell on her in gym, that time at the dinner party you’d knocked her drink over, that time when you were eight and called her knives dumb etc, until finally Mai’s anger peaked but it didn’t make her an easier opponent, the anger seemed to fuel her. Mai threw a knife and before you could move it landed in your arm. The pain was red hot and more intense that any burn or hit you’d been inflicted before. Angry and barely thinking you retaliated. You yanked the knife out of your arm and sent it right back at her. Mai hadn’t been expecting that and neither had you. It cut her hand and you stared "Mai i’m sorry...". "Stop apologising" she cried trying to attack you again “fight!”. “I don’t want to fight you” you cried and Mai glared “well i’m not letting you go, this doesn’t end until me or you can’t get back up”. You winced “I hate to disagree with you but no”. You shot a wave of fire at her knocking her back against the door of a cell. “Sorry” you winced and kicked her in the chest. She tumbled into the room and you slammed the door shut. Mai beat her fists against the door in rage and you grimanced opening the eye hole. "Mai i’m sorry but I’m not fighting you so this way I don’t have to, i hope you can understand that and some day we can maybe be friends again" and then rushed away. Your escape was still in motion and you had serious time to make up for. You ran down a tunnel and shot out into the sunlight of the main yard. You spotted Zuko and Sokka and worked your way through the crowd to them. You reached Zuko and the others and were panting hard "Mai’s here...very angry...we need to go". Zuko nodded gripping your hand "yep that seems wise, let’s go!". “The barge is this way” Suki cried and you all took off running again.  

You’d finally reached the barge with minimal trouble when the pain in your arm flared and you held it awkwardly trying to ease the pain. Zuko spotted the blood on your arm and frowned “Y/n!”. "It’s fine" you smiled seeing his worry and he shook his head ripping a piece of fabric off his shirt “No it’s not, here”. He wrapped it around your arm tightly "i’m sorry we'll get you back to Katara soon" and squeezed your hand. You smiled and Zuko looked at you for a few more seconds before he had to turn away to help Sokka. Mai wasn’t the only one in the prison, Azula and Ty lee were here too of course. You watched the fight from the barge, furious you couldn’t join in but your arm was making you feel faint so you knew fighting was not an option for you. Azula and Ty lee appeared to be winning but thanks to Mai you got away. You cheered for Mai as she attacked the guards, taking out multiple men at once and Zuko looked at you confused “y/n she just stabbed you”. “But she saved us Zuko” you smiled “my apology worked...that or she just wants to kill us herself...no it’s hopefully the first one!” and then you prompty fainted from blood loss.

_ _ _

When you came round you were back at camp, arm healed courtsey of Katara, Zuko asleep at the foot of your sleeping bag. You sat up carefully not wanting to wake him but Sokka didn’t get the memo. “Y/n” he yelled seeing you and rushed over. Zuko jolted awake and stopped Sokka from touching you “don’t she could still be sore!”. “I’m fine Zuko” you smirked but still he pushed Sokka away from you so he could hug you first. “You worried me when you fainted...I had no idea your arm was that bad...i’m so sorry”. “Don’t be” you smiled “i’m fine aren’t i? and we got Sokka’s dad! and Mai might have forgiven us! All in all it was a good trip”. “Only you could think you almost dying was a success”. “Almost” you said pointedly “almost dying Zuko”. Zuko rolled his eyes and kissed you making Sokka groan “ugh I think I’ll take my hug later...” and left you and Zuko alone.  

The campsite

Azula soon found your hiding place in the western air temple forcing you to move to a camping ground and there was a limited number of tents. Katara was trying to sort out the sleeping arrangements but she miscalculated.  "And y/n you can share my tent" Katara announced, her long and careful explanation finished and you and Zuko exchanged a look. "That’s sweet Katara but i’m fine bunking with Zuko". You’d barely finished your sentance when Sokka spluttered in suprise. "But you can’t do that" Sokka cried and you raised an eyebrow "why not?". "Because you’re dating" he cried but you and Zuko shrugged "and?". “And? well it’s...it’s against the rules! I’m not allowed to share with Suki, tell them Katara!" he cried pushing his sister forwards who frowned awkwardly. "Well we’re older than you" you shrugged and Zuko nodded "and smarter". "Plus we’re engaged" you pointed out and everyone’s eyes widenned "what?". "Is she lying?" Aang asked Zuko shook his head "i mean no...just i didn’t actually ask her my father did it for me but yes, technically speaking we are engaged". You nodded to Sokka "are you and Suki engaged?". "Well no..." he blushed. "Then that’s why you can’t share a tent" you retorted and pulled Zuko’s arm as you went into the tent "night guys". Zuko followed you as Sokka called out protests and Katara just sighed "leave them alone Sokka". Sokka stared mouth wide-open before an idea formed in his head and he started towards Suki’s tent. "Go to your own tent Sokka!" Katara called and Sokka cursed "ow come on!".

You moved around campsites pretty regularly after that incase Azula found you again and ended up in an old villa Zuko’s family owned. Everything was going fine, you had a beach day, Zuko and Aang got better at firebending, you even managed to drag Zuko to the theatre and then Aang went missing. With Aang gone Zuko figured the only person who could take on his father was his uncle and so you set out to find him. Zuko recruited an old friend to help and you soon found King Bumi and the white lotus who took you to Iroh’s camp site. Bumi told Zuko the tent Iroh was in and you saw Zuko tense and fear covered his face. “Don’t worry” you said patting his arm “your uncle will forgive you, just tell him what you told me and it’ll all be okay”. Zuko nodded but seemed unable to do much else, he looked paralysed. “Can you...can you come with me?” Zuko asked softly and your heart exploded in sympathy. “Of course I will” you nodded hugging him tightly. The others all dispersed and you and Zuko walked arm and arm to the tent. Zuko took a breath before entering and you looked at him “ready?”. He nodded looking at you before fixing his eyes on the tent opening and he stepped inside. You followed a few steps behind and saw Zuko look around before his posture slumped. It took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust but Zuko filled you in on what was happening “we should go he’s asleep”. You frowned knowing Zuko wouldn’t get any rest until this was done. “Why don’t we wait for him to wake up?”. Zuko looked at you before nodding “yeah okay”. You sat crosslegged on the floor beside one another waiting for Iroh to wake up. The hours stretched on and on and you felt sleep trying to take you but you resisted. You kept ahold of Zuko’s hand letting him know you were there with him. You were sure the time felt far worse for him and weren’t going to leave him, even if it was just to sleep. When Iroh did move Zuko jumped and you swallowed. “It’s okay” you assured him and he nodded standing up. Zuko moved forwards and you didn’t follow. This should be between him and his uncle, but when Zuko started to cry your heart did crumple slightly. Just as you were begging Iroh to forgive him already he wrapped Zuko into a tight hug and, also crying, forgave him. Tears fell down your cheeks too as you smiled at the sight of Zuko and his uncle. Iroh noticed you when he opened his eyes and he smiled warmly.  "Y/n get in here" Iroh grinned holding out a hand to you. You blushed “ow are you sure? I mean this is your family moment...I don’t want to intrude”. Iroh scoffed "any girl who visited me in prison and snook me snacks is family in my eyes". You grinned and Zuko frowned "wait you visited my uncle in prison?". You shrugged "not too often about once a week". "How did i not know this?" Zuko asked and you paled "i purposefully didn’t tell you, i wanted you to work out your feelings on your own, i hope you’re not mad". Zuko shook his head "of course i’m not mad now come here". You smiled and stepped forward to join the hug between Zuko and Iroh.

Afterwards you caught Iroh up on everything he’d missed and Zuko explained his idea to have Iroh overthrow Ozai. Even as Zuko said it you got the feeling it wouldn’t happen, you could tell by Iroh’s reaction he had something different in mind. When Iroh said it wasn’t him who should be the new firelord you knew where he was going, you’d already been suspecting Zuko should have more say in how the fire nation was run and Iroh apparently agreed. "Me? Firelord?" Zuko asked "but i can’t...". Sokka, Toph, Katara and Suki just looked to you, now very used to you giving Zuko pep talks and you were on it. "You can" you smiled taking Zuko’s hand "i figured you’d have to do it for a while now and you’ve proven yourself Zuko, you can do this". Zuko stared at you blankly as his uncle joined in, listing the reasons why Zuko would make a good ruler. Zuko gripped your hand tighter as what you were both saying set in. "Okay" he barely whispered "i’ll go see Azula and become..." he swallowed and you smiled "you won’t be facing her alone" you told him and Zuko beamed at you.  

The Agni Kai

Judgement day here you and Zuko returned to the fire nation so he could fight his sister. Katara accompanied you as you figured you’d need a healer no matter who won. You landed in the courtyard and told Appa to fly away in case Azula tried to hurt him. You stood behind Zuko, beside Katara, waiting for the fight of his life. If he won he became firelord, if he didn’t...lets just say there’s no way Azula would let any of you live. The fight began and you stayed out of the way of Azula and Zuko’s duel as much as you could. With the comet fueling their bending it was one of the most intense fights you’d ever witnessed but Zuko was performing well. As Azula started to lose you could see her eyeing her surroundings for a way out and she fixed on you. You were ready for this, back at camp Iroh had warned you about this and given you a crash course in deflecting lightning, you pushed Katara back and readied yourself to deflect your first lightning bolt ever as it hurtled towards you. Zuko yelled out chasing it but was too slow, not that it mattered. You caught it and using the technique Iroh had taught you shot it right back at Azula. It worked and you were thrilled until you realised Zuko had been running towards you and was now right in the path of the deflected bolt. The bolt struck both Zuko and Azula within seconds of one another and sent them both flying back at the force. The smoke cleared and you went cold as you saw Zuko smouldering on the ground. "Zuko" you yelled rushing to him, it had hit him on the shoulder and the wound was badly burnt. "Katara" you called and she rushed over. "Heal him! Please! please!" You pleaded "i didn’t mean to hit him, i didn’t know he was so close". Katara worked and you stared at Zuko’s burn, the burn you’d given him until his breathing evened out and you gasped in relief. "I’m going to go make sure Azula’s okay and bind her" Katara told you and you nodded barely even listening as you cradled Zuko "Zuko are you okay?" you asked "Zuko i’m so sorry!". "Don’t be" he smiled weakly "i should’ve learnt long ago you don’t need me to save you, when did you learn to do that? More secret visits with my uncle". "Maybe" you smiled before frowning at Zuko’s burn that would surely form a scar despite Katara’s help "i can’t believe i did that to you". "Don't' Zuko said moving your gaze to his face "you did it, we did, we won". You nodded smiling and hugged him, carefully, but none the less passionately.

When Zuko was well enough you helped him to stand and walked him to the balcony overlooking all of the firenation. Zuko looked over the city below and you followed his gaze. It was still barely light but dusk was approaching and small lights were lighting up around the city. They news would be spreading as you stood here that Zuko was the new firelord and the war was finally over. You smiled standing beside him "surveying your new kingdom? Looking for a place to build a statue of yourself?". Zuko tutted but smiled. "This doesn’t feel normal" he sighed "this...that i’m...". "Firelord" you smiled "Firelord Zuko". Zuko nodded "it even sounds weird you saying it". You smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. Zuko didn’t hesitate to wrap his around your shoulder. "It sounds weird now but you’re going to be an amazing Firelord Zuko, you’re kind and smart and actually want to help people! We haven’t had a firelord with that mentality in...well forever! I have total faith in you". Zuko sighed "i’m glad someone does". "Hey" you said tilting his face to yours "remember what i said to you on that ship all that time ago, i never lie about important things. You will be an amazing Firelord Zuko, just you wait and see". Zuko smiled and kissed you softly. You smiled stroking his cheek as you kissed him back. Zuko broke away but pulled you to his chest wrapping his arms around you. You smiled looking out at the city. "With you with me i can’t mess this up too badly right?". You smiled "that’s right, together we can handle this".

2 years later

"Y/n" Zuko groaned as you messed with his hair but he didn’t push you away. You’d been on your longest voyage since you’d been dating and honestly Zuko wouldn’t push you away from him even if you were stabbing him he’d missed you so much. You’d returned this morning after a 6 month naval trip to the water tribe and Zuko had left your side once. He had to leave for a small disaster in one of the colonies and that had killed him but now he was back in his rightful place beside you and that was all that mattered. You were messing with his hair, trying to get his hair free of the crown he’d had to put on to attend his crisis meeting. You were never of a fan of anything restricting Zuko’s hair and finally yanked the clip from his hair and smiled as it fell down in all it’s glory. "There" you said patting his shoulders and Zuko shook his head blowing a piece of hair out of his face. "Y/n you know i can’t have my hair down all the time". "But why not? You’re the Firelord and now is the time for important changes!". Zuko rolled his eyes but smiled "and this is the big change you think i should make?". You nodded "ow yes, you need to look respectable as Firelord and with your hair down you look really really good" you sighed and Zuko smirked. "Well i’m glad you like it but it’s not practical, how would i even wear my crown?" Zuko asked and you frowned before pushing him down so you could reach his head. "Hmmm maybe we could fashion a little stand, or pin some pieces to hold it in place...". "That sounds like a lot of effort" Zuko commented when you gasped "or you could plait it!". "Plait it?" Zuko asked and you nodded. "I saw lots of men with plaits in their hair in the water tribe on my visit, Sokka’s dad has one and it looks very good on a man". Zuko raised an eyebrow "you think Sokka’s dad looks good?". "No...well yes Hakoda is hot but you’re missing the point, let’s do your hair like that!". "No i think we should go back to the Hakoda’s hot part..." Zuko commented but you hushed him and pushed him to sit on the floor as you fiddled with his hair. Zuko sighed but liked the feeling of you playing with his hair so smiled and closed his eyes. You were gentle and your touch soft so Zuko relaxed into you until you abruptly stood up "done!". You showed Zuko himself in the mirror and he smiled "wow it does look good". "I told you" you grinned when the door opened and Sokka walked in. You’d brought him back from your trip as a suprise for Zuko and he’d wasted no time settling into the palace and letting himself into rooms without knocking apparently. "Zuko where do you...." Sokka started before he stopped dead in his tracks seeing Zuko’s hair. He started laughing with glee while crying "water tribe!" multiple times as he pointed at Zuko "you’ve got a water tribe hairstyle!". "Yeah y/n apparently thinks they look good on the men in your tribe" Zuko said raising an eyebrow, still not over your comment about Sokka’s dad, but you weren’t listening. As soon as Sokka heard you could plait hair he’d grabbed you "do mine! do mine!" and shook his hair loose. Zuko watched as you pulled Sokka’s hair into a plait delicately until it looked like his. "Finished" you smiked and Sokka rushed to the mirror before laughing at himself in glee too. You smiled as Sokka grabbed Zuko "we look like twins!". Zuko raised an eyebrow but you saved him the effort of replying "now do mine Sokka!". Sokka complied and you made Zuko watch so he could do it for you when Sokka wasn’t here.

Plaits all finished it was quiet a sight, the three of you sat together with matching hairstyles. You had a games night and then relaxed and chatted. You soon fell asleep against Zuko, your journey and reunion with him tiring you out too much to wait for Sokka to leave, and unbothered Zuko and Sokka carried on chatting.The conversation went quiet and Sokka looked at you "is she asleep?" he whispered and Zuko frowned "y/n?" he called but you didn’t stir "i think so". Sokka smiled "so wanna see the necklace?". Zuko nodded and Sokka went into his pocket pulling out the betrothal necklace Zuko wanted. "I had Piandao help me make it like you wanted" Sokka told him and opened the box. Zuko didn’t want a design exactly like the water tribe one, the fire nation was different and so a different necklace was needed. The one he asked Sokka to make was thinner, with a black cord crisscrossing several times before dipping down where a red stone sat, glimmering in the light. Zuko grinned, it was exactly like he’d imagined it. "Do you think she'll like it?" Sokka asked and Zuko nodded looking down at you "yes". "Well she better or she’s never going to say yes to marrying you". Zuko gulped, that was true but Sokka hit his arm "i was joking, of course she'll say yes, she loves you more than anything, anyone can see that just watching you two together". Zuko smiled down at you asleep against his chest and thought about the proposal he’d prepared. He was going to take you to your favourite restuarant, a tradition you’d still kept up even after he turned into the firelord, and treat you to your favourite foods. Then you’d walk back to the palace through all your favourite spots in the gardens and end up by the turtle duck pond. He’d have your turtleduck come over with the necklace securely attached to his back and Zuko would ask you then and there. "I hope so" he sighed when you moved in your sleep suddenly. "Zuko can we go to bed" you yawned "i’m tired and the light is very bright". Zuko and Sokka froze as you sat up and you frowned "what? Did i drool or something when i was napping?". They both sighed in relief, you hadn’t heard. "Yeah we can go to bed" Zuko nodded and Sokka stood up "i’ll see you guys tomorrow" and sneakily left the box on a table for Zuko. You were oblivious already pulling the covers back to get into bed. Sokka grinned at Zuko and made his way to the door "night y/n" he called and you said a sleepy reply before face diving into the bed. Zuko smirked closing the door and turning the light off before joining you. You sighed sleepily as Zuko snook closer to you and pulled you against him. You shuffled your head getting comfy against him and eventually stopped "goodnight Firelord" you said sleepily and Zuko smirked, he still hadn’t gotten used to it but he liked how it sounded when you said it. "Goodnight y/n" he smiled kissing your head but you were already asleep. "I really hope you say yes" he whispered before resting his head beside yours and going to sleep.

You said yes of course.

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So that’s it! I had to get in a comment about Zuko’s hair progression one last time because honestly that was one of the greatest things about the whole series. This was kinda hard to write cus so much happened once Zuko joined the gaang but i tried to split it into parts so hopefully it wasn’t too disjointed 😐

Thank you for all the likes and support it means a lot :)

[stxrrywildflower]

for better or for worse (3)

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - when the people they love the most are kidnapped and ripped out of their hands, the bau does everything they can to get them back before it turns dire

warnings - mentions of case, injury details, angst

series masterlist

bloody jewelry and seven smashed phones.

that’s all the bau team had to go off of in the investigation.

just like hotch had offered, he stepped up to take charge of the situation. emily was thankful to be able to step down for the case, the stress was bulding up and she was ready to crack.

hotch fell back into his leadership role naturally, already pulling someone up from the tech department to do their research and computer work. morgan focused on getting everyone back in the mindset they needed.

luke and spencer were most difficult.

for luke, he felt extremely guilty. morgan did the best he could in helping the agent, though penelope missing did affect him as well.

spencer was a whole different story. he couldn’t think straight, they caught him shaking more than once. sure a walk emily had sent him on did help, though coming back started the cycle all over again.

“hey pretty boy,” morgan started. that nickname alone made spencer flinch. “mind if we go and talk?”

the two men stood up, nodding towards emily and hotch who waved them off.

“i feel like a lot of conversations are happening in here,” spencer commented upon entering morgan’s old office.

“what can i say, it’s a good space,” morgan smiled.

morgan sat on the edge of the desk while spencer took the couch, immediately grabbing a pillow to hold against him. “i’ve already talked to alvez but i figured we need to sit down one on one.”

“it’s not your job to be the team therapist.”

both laughed at that. “yeah well as your friend and honorary older brother, it’s my job to check up on you. and i know how hard this case is for you. i may not be a profiler anymore but your body language is all over the place. and i’m sure that-”

“you know what the last thing i said to y/n was?” spencer interrupted.

morgan stayed quiet, not wanting to say the wrong thing to potentially set him off. “i told her i loved her too,” spencer revealed quietly. “i was dropped her off at her apartment and she kissed me goodnight before telling me she loved me.”

the older agent hugged spencer, not exactly knowing how else to console him other than that. it broke his heart at both the confession and the tears that had started to flow down his cheeks. morgan’s hugs were comforting, they always were. “we’ll get her back kid. that way you can tell her you love her again.”

they stayed in there for a little while longer, talking to refresh their minds of the situation. “we should head back. who knows what the team has discovered by now,” morgan offered. spencer accepted the extended hand to help him up and the two headed back towards the bullpen.

all bets must have been placed on the unsubs making contact sometime soon and through a phone call. a phone incase of ransom or demands was set up on luke’s desk, another machine set up to help trace a call.

hotch and emily remained by the desk while the others work, though main focus was on the device.

the second the phone rang, all members of the team’s attention immediately went to the device. hotch held his hand out, letting them know to keep quiet before signaling emily to pick up the phone.

“hello?” the unit chief answered.

a staticky voice, obviously altered in some form, played over the speaker of the phone.

“you will be receiving a note in exactly fifteen minutes. i expect you to choose wisely.”

sixteen words. sixteen words was all the communication they had from your captors. and it still didn’t feel like enough. “good and bad news,” the new tech analyst announced. “i didn’t pinpoint an exact location but i did narrow it down to areas. they’re no where in the city, somewhere west.”

“choose, what do they mean choose?” j.j. rushed out, panic evident in her tone.

“i need everyone up in the conference room.”

just like the unsub has said, anderson entered the office holding a long office envelope. he handed it over to hotch, who placed it on the round table for examination.

a piece of paper was the first thing pulled out, folded neatly and sealed with wax. with gloved hands, hotch pulled at the folds, breaking the seal. inside, in perfect red ink, was the promised note.

seventy million in twenty dollar bills for their safe return. ten million for each person

or,

ten million for one. your choice. you have 24 hours.

“they want us to choose?”

hotch frowned, reaching back into the envelope

spencer held his hand over his mouth, not even close to being prepared for what he, and the rest of the team, saw.

seven polaroids, all glossy and crisp, were layed out on the table. each was a different picture, all from the neck up. you, along with the others, occupied a square. your injuries were shown, displaying the level of injuries everyone had suffered.

you, andrew, and will were easily the worst. your face was bruised and bloody, dried blood on your nose and dripping from a cut on your forehead. andrew had a similar cut, this time on both of his cheeks. will had a split lip and swollen eyes.

the others, had just a few knicks and bruises. they looked relatively fine, just in shock from the situation.

“oh my god,” j.j. was the first to speak, reaching out to pick up the photo of her husband. the rest did the same, no one knowing how to react to the pictures.

spencer was seconds away from running out of the room, his stomach was flipping and he just overall felt sick. he wanted to rip the photo up, never wanting to see it again.

“we need to start from the begining,” hotch announced. “they’re obviously a team. there’s no way they could have taken seven people without assistance. but that does raise another risk, they could potentially split if something does go wrong.”

that sentence didn’t ease the team at all.

“let’s focus on what they left. broken phones is to let us know they’re missing. but i think we should be focusing on the word love,” morgan added.

“that’s obvious,” matt spoke up. “they’re the people we love the most. by taking them away from us, they want us to experience a certain type of pain.

“we could be looking at siblings!” emily exclaimed.

j.j. nodded at that. “that does make sense. usually partnerships like this wouldn’t have the same level of hatred unless they shared the exact same experience. abandonment or losing someone could be a trigger.”

“we need to look at triplets and siblings who experienced some from of loss in the family. it’s going to be a long list but we can reduce it by the property owned,” hotch ordered.

while the tech analyst did their own digging, the rest of the team went through a box of every case involving families in the state.

it was a painful process, taking seven hours before anyone actually found anything. by then, the conference room was a mess of papers scattered around and empty coffee mugs.

the team narrowed it town to triplets, one girl and two boys. their parents had passed when they were teenagers, the oldest boy gaining custody of them. they were forced to live on their own, fending for each other. they had it out for the bau ever since they denied looking into their case.

besides motive, they owned a ranch a bit further outside of the city. a perfect place to conceal their plans. adding on to the lack of paper trail and trigger, it was more than likely that they were the unsubs.

no one from the bau team was allowed to go on the raid, their emotions could greatly alter the arrest. hotch and morgan led it, accompanied by swat.

instead, they were sent to the hospital. it was inevitable that all of you would need medical attention, it was the best option for them to go and wait, hoping for your safe return.

almost an hour went by without any news.

the team sat in one of the designated waiting rooms, all having some nervous quirk to help calm them down.

with little warning, a flood of doctors and nurses passed the room, a few police officers and swat agents as well. at the end of it all were hotch and morgan, both taking off their kevlar vests as they entered the room.

in an instant, everyone was standing up. emily was the first one to attempt to leave the room. hotch blocked the doorway, using his hand to prevent her from going anywhere.

“hotch what the hell. let me through,” emily demanded.

one flick of the eyes back and forth between the two former agents was all the team needed to raise further questions. it was and has always been a telltale sign that they were either lying or hiding information.

“what aren’t you telling us?”

hotch let out a sigh. the tense silence in the room did nothing for anyone’s nerves.

“we only got four of them.”

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[unkownknowledge]

Genshin OC: Spritefather

(A/N: I'm not used to character descriptions, I'm more used to story writing. So sorry if this isn't good. Also note that this character's history with Baal is a lot darker than originally planned)

Spritefather is an ancient immortal of unknown origin, he's rarely seen by mortal eyes but he is referenced in much of teyvat's legends. His legend depends on the region: in mondstadt he is the father of Barbados, who raised him to follow the path of freedom. In Liyue he helped Rex Lapis connect with mortals by showing him the many artist and singers of the land. In Inazuma he was the husband of Baal before they came to blows when she began the vision hunt. And in Schneznaya he's known as the man who told the Tsarista "fuck off pretender, I'm making cheese" when she ordered he move his camp to make way for a fatui building.

Personally

"Humans are so nice to look at, but Interaction is a bit of a chore."

-Spritefather

Spritefather is a very calm and kind man, as evidenced by his adopting of orphaned sprites and his ability to not lose it at over 30 children. He often wanders around the wilds of Teyvat to admire the beauty of the land and is often accompanied by seven of his children, each a different elemental sprite.

As mondstadt's legend's state, he loves freedom. To him freedom is the natural state of all things, and since he loves nature he loves freedom as well.

To him humans are difficult to understand, and their customs and behaviors are tiring to perform. However he finds Sprites to be more "simple". Their language is clear to him, and their customs and behaviors are casual and easy.

While he prefers to be around sprites and animals, he does love humans as well. He think the art they paint, the stories they write, and the songs they sing are all gifts to the world. Even if a painting envokes no emotion, a story has terrible writing, or a song makes your ears hurt, he will love it and the human who made it. Because to him creativity is the ultimate freedom, and as such is the ultimate beauty.

He is not above hate however. For instance the Tsarista hates his eldest son, so he hates her. However he also does not like to fight, so when he hates someone enough to act against them he will instead prank them and cause them misfortune. This is what lead to him calling the Tsarista a "pretender", because it upsets her, and getting in her way when she made the fatui headquarters.

He is, however, capable of fighting. He is an immortal after all, so it would only make sense he would be capable of defending himself.

History with Barbados

According to mondstadt legend, Barbados almost died in Decrabain's storms before he ascended to godhood. And it was only because of the Spritefather that he lived.

While the legend isn't entirely incorrect, it is plagued with inaccuracies thanks to the people of mondstadt not knowing of Barbados' origin as a sprite.

Long before Barbados met his friend Himmel, the Sprite struggled to persist in the cold storms that surrounded mondstadt. One day he almost faded away, thanks to an avalanche trapping him inside a cave in what is now Dragonspine. Luckily for him, Spritefather was in that cave as well. Though at the time he was simply known as the "husband of eternity", as he was the electro archon's husband. He saw Barbados was starving and freezing, do he picked up the little Sprite and hugged him close to his chest, using his power to transfer all his heat to the sprite. He didn't have much food, but he gave all of it to Barbados in order to keep them alive until the snow cleared away. In the six months they spent in their he told Barbados of the world outside of the storm, how even in war it was filled with beauty, of the many wonderous people he had met on his travels, and of his beloved homeland of Inazuma.

When the snow cleared long enough for the avalanche to clear away, both left, and while Barbados wanted to join the Spritefather the man insisted that Barbados journey his homeland and find people that could make this land worth living in.

Despite his insistence that he would not return, Spritefather continued to return to Barbados and help him live through the storm. Even meeting the bard Barbados became friends with, and comforted him when the bard passed away.

And while the legends say Spritefather taught Barbados to love freedom, he only taught Barbados the philosophy of freedom. And Spritefather, who usually dislikes unnecessary violence, wishes to smack whoever gives him credit for teaching Barbados to love freedom, because it further erases his child's friend from history.

History with Baal

(Note: this might change depending on lore for Baal as it expands)

Long ago, before they ascended to godhood, Baal met Spritefather. At the time he was not known as anything, as he was but an immortal who had nothing to his name. He would observe humans, but noone ever saw him, in fact it seemed that he was invisible to all but Baal.

They continued to meet many more times, each time growing closer and closer. Spritefather telling her of the great history of the world and it's people, and Baal telling him about her day. While to many this would seem an unfair exchange, to Spritefather her days as a mortal was the most amazing stories in all of Teyvat.

When she ascended to godhood Baal used he powers to make Spritefather visible to humanity, so that he may live with them and they may live with him. It was this act that lead to him proposing to her.

After his travels around Teyvat were done, and because of his encounter with Barbados, Spritefather brought up the idea of children to Baal, an idea she equally loved. And so they began to create many electrosprites, and any orphaned sprites they could find immediately became a part of their family, for many centuries the land of Inazuma was also known as the land of Sprites because of how many would fly around the land.

With such a loving relationship, one must wonder what led to them coming to blows.

Fall of Baal

(Tw: this bit includes abuse. Not detailed, but made crystal clear)

Spritefather was appalled when Baal declared the Vision hunts. She claimed that Visions are divine power, and as such belong to the divine alone. But the Spritefather saw it as egotism and denying mortals the rewards they worked so hard to gain.

Tensions rose quickly in their relationship, Baal became more and more frustrated at her husband's opposition to her plans, and how even her children became afraid of her after she began the Vision hunts. Eventually this lead to her most horrific act: abusing Spritefather. She claimed that it was "teaching him to love her" and she was "trying to bring him back to his senses", but his scars made it abundantly clear to everyone who saw him.

While many claim he came to blows with Baal, such an event never happened. What happened instead was Baal almost beat him to death, with a gift he gave to her no less. But the Sprites saved him. All the Sprites in the land of Inazuma came together and, with the combined elemental might of million Sprites, blasted Baal away from their Father and flew him to safety.

Sadly, however, this release of elemental energy did not leave many of the sprites alive. In fact, now only seven of them live. One of each element.

History with the Tsarista

Because she hates his son, Spritefather hates her. In fact many of the bard Venti's tales of Barbados troubling the cryo archon is based off of Spritefather pranking the Tsarista or otherwise being a nuisance. One of the best ones according to him is when he had a bug camp built in the place where Tsarista wantsd to build the fatui headquarters. While she could have killed anyone else, Spritefather is, well, immortal, so that was out. In fact he's the only person who has gotten the Tsarista to give up.

History with Rex Lapis

After a few centuries of being a God, Rex Lapis began to become apathetic to mortals, something Barbados mentioned to his father over wine.

Because of his love for mortals, and having seen the effects of an archon becoming apathetic to their people twice now, Spritefather decided to pay Rex Lapis a visit.

Yo keep him in touch with his people, Spritefather had Rex Lapis take the form of a human and then dragged him from his home in the heavens down to earth by the ear. When they arrived in Liyue he had Rex Lapis see the many arts of Liyue: the dancers, the singers, the poets, they painters, and even the cooks of Liyue. Over the course of a year he showed Rex Lapis the greatness of humanity, and renewed the god's interest in his people.

Description

Spritefather wears a cloak that is similar to a Sprite's body, however it is colored with the seven different colors of the elements. Under his cloak he wears a simple black leather outfit on his whole body. His eyes glow yellow causing them to appear as yellow dots beneath his cloak, and when his hair is visible it is short and brown.

The most notable part of his appearance below his cloak his the electro scar covering his whole neck, and below his whole outfit is almost his entire body covered in electrical burns and electro scars.

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This was my first attempt at writing an oc page. This oc came to be thanks to @genshin-scenarios take over event.

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos(incase you forgot, you asked me to tag you in my genshin writings), @storytravelled)

[lionews]

Guide to GB

hi ;0 sorry it’s me again. I noticed that maybe yesterday or the day before, there was a discussion on how people made GB without buying any, and a lot of people mentioned event stuff. That usually requires a bit of research (if you’re just getting started on lioden) and can be overwhelming. So this post is for anyone who needs it—anyone who is new to event grinding and trying to step up from being a casual player, or just trying to make a few more bucks.

In almost every month, new apps will be released, and typically those will sell well out of season… but there are a few hot items that will always be almost always be on SOMEONE’S radar, and I’ll tell you about them now!

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Mod note: You should probably post this on a public blog so it can go into the Lioden tag. We don’t post in there incase people don’t want to see our blog. Or even in the forums.

January - January’s event is mostly filled with decor, but save up your SB a month or so in advance, because when the 3rd tier is unlocked, you can buy some pretty neat stuff that sells well later on! Lion meat can be purchased at T3 in the event shop for 2000SB! If you hold onto it for later, you can make 8-10GB per meat! Prices tend to shoot up during February, so if you wait to get full worth, you could be earning 13-15GB from a 2000GB (about 2GB) investment. As always, branch prices ALWAYS fluctuate, so forgive me if my ranges are a little off. But typically, that’s the general profit you can make from lion meat.

Then, MOD Overgrown Fur can be purchased for 4000SB when Tier 4 is unlocked! Popularity varies among players, but it’s definitely something you can sell… personally, I would invest more in lion meat, but it’s up to you!

In January, there is also the Boneyard! Save up your LB because digging about in the yard or donating skulls can get you a selection of three items, which can be quite useful if you know what you’re looking for.

Vulture eggs, broken drones, giant tortoises, leopard orchids, MOD: Primal, and lion meat may appear! You can then purchase them with event currency!

Vulture eggs and broken drones sell well in bulk. Giant tortoises on average sell really well for about 1-2gb MOD: Primal varies, again, around 10-15gb is what I’ve seen post-January. And lion meat was mentioned above!

Oh! And you’d be surprised… don’t skip out on those leopard orchids! They might seem a little lame, but you can sell them for 1gb! And holy COW they sell fast! Why? Because the normal auto-claim on a lioness in explore is 2gb, so players will jump on those leopard orchids for 1gb each! I’ve sold mine recently in under 5 minutes, it was surprising!

February - February is a special chaos. I’m not kidding, every bit of your event currency will be desired sitewide.

Tier 2 in the flirt shop allows access to honeycombs—which can be sold fast for 1gb… though they have an expiration date, so maybe not the best investment since prices drop in February. You can also find Grains of Paradise (GOP) which guarantee at least 2 cubs in a litter! These will sell out of season for up to 21GB from what I’ve seen, but prices will fluctuate and crawl up and down. Regardless, you’re looking at about a 8-15gb profit on average depending on what the branch prices look like.

Tier 3 in the flirt shop and slap shop, my friends, is where it gets wild. Buffalo balls, which guarantee at least 3 cubs in a litter, will be available along with an item called Yohimbe bark, which chops 1 day off of a lioness’ breeding cooldown! Out of season, yohimbe barks sell for around 12-15gb each! And Buffalo balls, which are always in high demand, can climb from a price of 6gb during February to 16 to 20gb! Later on by summer, buffy balls can reach as much as 25–and I’ve seen as much as 45gb… a big leap! So hold onto them. And again, prices will always fluctuate, so don’t hold me firm on these prices if you don’t see them please ;;;

Apps, again, vary depending on the community opinion on them… once more, all newer apps will sell well. Personally, I find the February apps gorgeous, but if you want to make quick sales after February and make the most of your event grinding, I would invest in breeding items.

In the slap shop, there are lion scrotums when T3 is unlocked! They guarantee a 25% chance of passing a mutation on… though this does not account for hybrids. Dwarves require these in order to pass on their mutation, and double uteruses do as well. DU and dwarf breeders will always be on the lookout for these! But prices on these make me narrow my eyes. Buffy balls can be used for all lions, but lion scrotums are only useful if you’re breeding dwarves or DUs. Thus, buffy balls will almost always sell faster than lion balls from my personal experience—but that doesn’t mean lion scrotums aren’t worth buying! Due to their slightly higher price compared to buffy balls in the event shop, they tend to sell for just a bit more than buffies do! But bewarned that come the May event, I believe, they will become available once more in an event shop.

March - March brings in more decor than it does breeding items, but there are still ways to profit! While you might be tempted to snag the newest apps, hold off and try to gauge the public opinion… for example, recently Hirola was released… and it seems sort of meh, so you won’t see a big demand for it. It’s the base apps that are involved involved in combo-base breeding that are the key!!! The ivory base can be used in two combo bases as a factor: Soul and Madagascar! So pick up that One With Giants app! It can be resold for a fair amount!

April - April is another event heavy on decor, but there are at least a few nice things! Egg yolks in the event shop will be heavily desired by stat breeders, so you can pick up those to sell—beware they also have expiration dates. Personally, I think the real good stuff is in Wenet’s shop! Doing her quests grants you hare points to spend. Stocking up on roasted lambs is a very good idea—these double your energy gained for 8 hours!!! They’ll be floating around during April for 1-3GB on average. And if you hold onto them until February, they shoot up in demand and can go for about 12-16gb each! It’s not difficult to pump out at least 8-9 roasted lambs during April, so that’s a few extra $$ in your pocket if you’re patient enough!

May - In May you can purchase red bulls, which are similar energy boosters like roasted lambs! These sell well, and as mentioned previously, lion scrotums make their return! Also, there is a chance to obtain male groupies, which are heritageless lions like NCLs that can be used to replace your king and essentially make it a G1! These sell for fairly good prices throughout the year due to people changing/replacing kings! Make sure to patrol them or freeze them on your side account (so they don’t age too much), and you can fetch quite the pretty penny depending on the market. I once, out of season, bought a heritageless groupie, one of the only few remaining on TC, for 75GB. Do I regret not waiting? Yes. Is it too late to cry? Totally.

June - June. Lovely June. Side with one of the deities or gods or whatever during the event, and once you finish their story line, you’ll get a base applicator that typically is worth a decent amount of GB out of season depending on which one you’re selling. Let it be noted that anubis, bast, seth, and sha are ALL factors of a combo-base, which is why combo-breeders will be willing to pay a good sum of money for those apps. Check the lowest branch price if you’re looking to sell!

July - Pack your bags and get ready to grind hardcore again, July brings a new base that usually has breeders scrambling to obtain, and there are also GORGEOUS backgrounds and decor to buy. Not only that, but for shards in the event shop, you can buy applicators that ALL sell fairly well. Well… mane apps might be iffy. But let me point out a few things worth snagging: Sunrise markings! Sunset markings! These two are almost ALWAYS going for a jaw dropping sum, I’ve seen 40-70 each, but DONT hold me on that please.

Curse of divine is a combo base factor for Elysian, a fairly popular base. Snag it! Touch of demiurge is a gorgeous base, and it sells pretty well! Grab that if you want!

And of course, whatever new comes out, make sure to gauge the audience… though in July, most everything new is going to be a good investment.

August - August is a pain in my opinion. Grinding DB to buy buffy balls is rough. But let me mention the stuff to invest in! The peddler allows you to buy vulture eggs, broken drones, and lucky feet—all of which sell nicely in big quantities.

I failed to mention this in April, but lucky feet will be in an abundance. SAVE THEM. Lucky feet are used to automatically win battles, and they come in handy for October, which is heavily combat based!

Buffalo scrotums and Grains of Paradise also make their comeback at the peddler, though I can’t give you a good price range on those. I will say that by August, the market for breeding items gets a bit dry, and so prices will be higher—much higher than they were in February.

September - September is good for one thing, and only one thing… actually scratch that—two things, and only two things primarily. GMO cows and ochre gnawrocks. Anyone playing lioden long enough knows that GMO cows are a big item used in mutation breeding, it ups the chance GREATLY of getting a mutated litter—even moreso than lion meats do. These things are WHACK. They sell for 45-60GB out of season, and in February, MANY people will be trying to buy them. Ochre gnawrocks guarantee the passing of a specific marking. Rosettes are very hard-to-breed markings due to their low pass rates, and mottled rosette is a hybrid originating marking. Thus, ochre gnawrocks will go for big bucks out of season, especially during February. 45-60GB is the common price that I’ve seen, although one year it was wild enough to reach 80GB. It all depends, but regardless, both items are good to grind for.

Oh! And in the Harbringer’s shop, there are black stallions, which sell well for 1-4GB all year long. They essentially guarantee that a lioness gets pregnant once for a breeding. This is very helpful to people breeding low fert lionesses like hybrids. Although, angelic blessings do a longer lasting job and sell for more… more on that later, you can’t get those during this month.

October - Then comes October, the battle-oriented event that I mentioned previously is what you should be saving your lucky feet for.

Let me try to get this all down. There is a general shop in which you can buy applicators and decor, and quite a few of the base apps in the shop are factors for combo bases. For example, Unholy is involved in 3 combo bases! And blazing is in another. Fiery is also in one, and I really can’t go into specifics because I’m not a big combo-breeder, but a quick google can give you the idea.

Then, you can side with heaven or hell, in which you’ll collect the respective currencies for whichever one you might go with. In heaven, you can get Angelic blessings, which as mentioned previously, are like black stallions. However, when you equip them to a lioness, they’ll get pregnant no matter what their fertility in one go for as long as they live/are using the blessing. Be warned that removing the blessing, which “acts” like a decor, will cause it to be used up. You won’t get it back, it’s a 1-use item. These sell well for 10-15gb out of season.

Shadows of death are what you can purchase in Hell’s shop. This will shorten your lioness’ life by 1 day—which in turn also removes a breeding cooldown day. These sell fairly well for about 10-14gb out of season! Surprisingly enough, I would say they get used fairly frequently—although the idea of killing your lioness might make it hard to believe.

Then there’s the manticore shop, where you can buy things like fermented marula fruit, medlar fruit (good for cub training to 100% immediately), dove feasts, RMAs, and crunchy worms. Dove feasts can be crafted in February, RMAs can be purchased at any time in the Oasis all year long, and medlar fruit on the market is a bit shakey considering that it’s not hard to train a cub to 100% without items. The real market investment here are the crunchy worms, which give a 25% of producing a clone cub of the mother in a litter. Again, these will sell VERY well out of season, especially during February. I don’t feel confident on giving a good price estimate, but as I’m writing this, the average price appears to be about 30GB, and it is early April.

November - Deep breaths, we’re almost done! November is where you’ll mostly be saving your event currency to buy the newest released base app or decor. I recommend saving your herbs, because I believe November is heavily herb-based. Giant tortoises are also available in the shop!

December Here we go, most all December event apps are HOT HOT HOT! And the jolly pose in the event shop is also fairly desirable! Save for those Jolly poses, and save for that newly released base, marking, whatever. Many of the bases in the event shop here are used in combo-base breeding.

I should note that spicy ice tends to have year-round popularity! It’s a factor for a whopping 4 combo bases! That’s a lot!

Along with that, frostbitten markings seem to have a decent amount of popularity, though things always always fluctuate. Check lowest branch prices, and with newer apps, always scan the community for the general feedback before investing.

And that’s it for event stuff!

Here’s the biggest advice of all…

If you want GB fast, sell the items listed above DURING the events.

If you want to make a profit/get rich, sell the items listed above MONTHS AFTER the events!

[genevievemd]

Epiphany

A/N: Hello friends! I’ve been doing a reread of the books and I just finished ch 11 of book 2 and I had FEELINGS. So I wrote this little fic, because I like to hurt myself, clearly. Takes place after chapter 11 and before 12. Mostly Ethan and Naveen with MC at the end. 

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure) 

(also I was listening to this while writing, incase you want extra feelings cause it gave me extra feels and if I hurt you must also hurt lol)

The hospital is dark, practically empty except for the night crew. Most of the day staff have gone home, the events of the last day and a half bringing a wave of exhaustion that most everyone is feeling. 

Ethan meant to go home himself hours ago, after Genevieve was safe and settled in her own patient room. But every time he had the thought of leaving the hospital grounds he felt an ache in the pit of his stomach. An all encompassing anxiety that made it hard to breath and even harder to move. 

The thought of leaving her here, alone, made the fear rise back up in his chest. So he settled on sitting in her room, do the work he had left to the soft sounds of her breathing. 

“You should go home.” Naveen’s voice breaks through the steady rhythm of the heart monitor. Standing at the doorway, briefcase and jacket in hand.

“I’m fine here.” Ethan gives him a quick glance before turning back to the laptop in front of him. He’s trying to work, trying being the operative word. He’s found it rather difficult to focus, his mind too preoccupied by his need to make sure Genevieve is alive and safe.

“She’s out of danger, the most she’ll do now is sleep. There’s no reason to camp out at her bedside.”  

“I’m aware of that, Naveen.” He swallows hard, trying his best to keep his anxiety at bay. Logically, Ethan knows she’s safe, the blood tests confirmed it and there hasn’t been any sign of danger all night. But his heart says otherwise.  

“You can’t bring yourself to leave her, just yet, can you?” 

“No.” Ethan let’s out a heavy sigh, moving his laptop to the table. He runs his hand through his hair, looking over at Genevieve sleeping peacefully. 

He can still feel the fear pounding in his chest. His heartbeat thumping in his ears and his vision blurring around the edges. She looked so fragile, laying in that hospital bed surrounded by plastic and machines. The look of sheer terror written all over her face, an image Ethan knows will haunt him for the rest of his life. He came so close to losing her, to having her ripped away from him by a mad man with a taste for revenge. And the only thing that seems to ease Ethan’s troubled mind is watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, listen to the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor.  

“Hmm,” Naveen nods, making his way into the darkened room, standing between Ethan and Genevieve. “You should tell her how you feel.”

“What?” Ethan looks up, startled. He’s ready to denounce whatever it is Naveen thinks is happening, but his old mentor speaks first. 

“Don’t deny it, I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve seen it for months.” Naveen pauses, giving Ethan a knowing look. “Don’t waste anymore time, my boy. Tell Genevieve how you feel. If the last year and the last 24 hours have taught us anything, it’s that life is short. You never know when your time may be up. Don’t spend your life in fear, worrying about the what if’s or the consequences of being honest with yourself.” Naveen moves to sit in the chair next to his, placing a steady hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “I watched you run around all day, terrified. Your fear of losing her was written all over your face. It still is. Ethan, you're very good at concealing your feelings for Genevieve, but I’ve known you long enough now to see right through it. Tell her how you feel, before it’s too late and you lose your chance.”

They sit in silence for a moment, neither making a move. Deep down Ethan knows he’s right, as the weeks pass its becoming harder and harder to deny how he feels for her. His body practically aches to be with her. 

“Ethan,” Genevieve’s voice is quiet, barely audible but he hears it clear as day. She doesn’t know he’s in her room, she was awake when he left her that afternoon and asleep when he returned two hours ago. Yet, it’s his name she called out for. His comfort she seeks as she wakes up from whatever dream she’s having. 

Naveen stands with a smile, “I’ll leave you to it then. Think about what I said, hm. She’s good for you.” 

Ethan gives a subtle nod, watching as Naveen leaves before turning his focus back to Genevieve. He sees her eyes flutter open, blinking the sleep away in the moonlit room. 

“You’re here?” Her smile is weak, but pure and clear. The happiness of seeing him shining bright in her eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan moves his chair closer, reaching out to brush the hair away from her face. 

She’s less pale than she was a few hours ago, the dark circles under her eyes less prominent. He runs his thumb across her cheek, relishing in the way she leans into his touch. It wasn’t too long ago that they both feared that he’d never be able to touch her again.  

“Tired and cold.”

“Want me to page a nurse to get you another blanket?” 

“No, it’s okay.” Genevieve yawns, struggling to keep her eyes open. 

“Go back to sleep. You need to rest.” Ethan glances up at the doorway, making sure the hallway is clear before he leans down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake.” 

“Good.” She pulls a hand out from under the blanket, grabbing his own with as much strength she can muster. Genevieve brings it to her lips, pressing the lightest of kisses against the palm of his hand. He can feel the butterflies returning to his chest, the same ones he gets when he sees her across the room or down the hall or when their hands brush against one another in passing. 

Ethan runs his fingers through her hair as she falls back asleep, holding his other hand against her heart. He’s never been in love before, but he’s half certain that what he feels for Genevieve is exactly that, love. 

Maybe Naveen was right. Perhaps it is time to let go of his fears and be with her. 

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you can’t convince me that Naveen didn’t absolutely know that Ethan and MC are in love. The man has known all along.

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[thesith]

THE DEATH OF ME - DARTH VADER

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Chapter 4:

To say you got an hour of sleep was an overstatement.

The traitorous pig was going with you to a planet you’d never been before.

‘Maybe it’s for the best. He’s been here with the old Senator before.’ You thought.

Not even two hours after you departed the hangar, someone stopped by with a cloak. When you slid it over your arms and allowed it to drape over your slim shoulders. The cloak was much too long for you, yet you didn’t mind.

Thoughts that worried you sped through your head. What if he knew?

You just hoped he wasn’t going with you to get another death under his belt.

When your alarm went off, you had only been to sleep for thirty minutes. Everything was happening at once.

You promptly got changed into the monotone clothing the Empire provided you with. Before you slid on your loose trousers, you strapped your lightsaber to your thigh.

‘Just incase.’

You assured yourself you weren’t going to die today.

Once you slid on your pants and then boots, you slipped on you cloak and pulled the hood up. You walked out of your quarters, then into the hangar bay.

You saw a shuttle that surely didn’t look like it was Imperial. It was a deep shade of blue with the design of an old Republic ship. Vader really didn’t want anyone to recognize him.

You felt a presence enter the hangar. A chill ran up your spine and scattered goosebumps among your extremities. You’d be freezing if you didn’t have your brown cloak settled atop your body.

You looked back at the incoming Sith. His hood was up and his head was down. His famous black robe swaying behind him.

He walked straight past you, which led you to follow in his path.

“Do not try to talk to anybody on Naboo except vendors for the parts.” Vader roughly spoke in a threatening tone.

You meekly nodded even though the back of his head was to your face.

“Yes, sir.” You muttered.

The two of you walked up the ramp and into the shuttle. He sat in the pilot’s chair.

You weren’t sure whether to sit next to him or whether to go to another room.

You made an executive decision to leave the traitor be and walk to another sector of the ship. You turned on your heel and started towards the back of the shuttle.

“Where do you think you’re going, miss Y/N?”

You turned back around to see the back of Vader’s head.

“To give you space, My Lord.”

“That is not necessary.”

It seemed as if he didn’t want you to leave. He almost seemed... kind?

You walked back to the co-pilot’s chair and sat down. You looked at Anakin’s face.

You could see his entire face. He knew you could as well.

You decided not to say anything. You didn’t want to perpetuate anything.

The two of you sat in silence as Anakin flew the ship out of the hangar. Once they were in the hyperspace route, he motioned for you to push the lever.

You did just that, slowly pushing it forward until you couldn’t push it anymore. At that point, you leaned back in your seat and watched the stars fly by.

It was just the two of you for the next six hours.

Vader reclined in his seat, folding his arms over his abdomen. You sat in a pretzel on your seat.

“Y/L/N, when we arrive, you must do the talking. My voice is too well known.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

You had no idea as to why he wanted to go with you, but you did enjoy his company. It felt oddly soothing.

You dozed off in your seat. It was only when the ship jolted you woke up.

You saw the beautiful planet of Naboo through your pupils. The colors were so stunning, even from klicks away.

You gasped at the gorgeous view as Vader scowled at it from beside you.

You thought he’d be happy to see Padmé, but he surely didn’t seem that way.

He flew with oncoming traffic as you waited for access to the planet. Soon enough, a voice rang out.

“What is your business on Naboo?” The voice said wearily.

Vader motioned for you to speak. You had no idea what to say. “We are mechanics from the Empire. We were sent to retrieve ship parts.”

You were sent a scowl from Vader for putting you two on the same level. You shrugged.

“Transmit codes for clearance.”

You sent the Empirical clearance code associated with your ship.

“Enjoy your time on Naboo.”

The ship was once again going at a deathly speed to the landing platform. Sure enough the ship was sat down flawlessly. You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You stood from your seat and headed for the opening hatch. Vader walked behind you as he pulled his hood even farther up his head.

The two of you exited the ship and were met with the warm air of Naboo. It was everything you’d ever imagined and more.

You were smiling from ear to ear at the completely beautiful sight ahead of you. The colors were all so vibrant.

You looked back at the Sith with the grin on your face. He shook his head, but you were pretty sure he was slightly smiling too.

You sucked in a deep breath, admiring everything on this planet. You never wanted to leave.

“Excuse me?” You walked up to an older woman. “May you please point me in the direction of a shop for ship parts?” The elder was reluctant.

You allowed your hood to drop to your shoulders. The older woman’s eyes brightened.

“I suggest renting a speeder, then heading East - you could walk, but it’d take much more time.” Her voice cracked, but you smiled at her.

“Thank you Miss.” You spoke before heading to the speeder rental down the street.

You rented a yellow two-person speeder. You immediately went for the driver’s seat, but a hand stopped you.

“I’m flying.” Vader’s low voice spoke. You nodded meekly and walked to the opposite side.

Vader was an interesting flyer. He took many twists and turns, as well as drops that made your stomach flip. Yet, you didn’t get hurt once. It was incredible.

Under the hood of your companion you could see a small smirk on his lips.

You’d never realized how attractive he really was. Of course, you’d admired him during the days of the Republic, but never something like this.

He truly was the epitome of perfect.

You were too busy staring at the sight in front of you to realize the speeder touched the ground in front of a shop. It was only when the Sith hopped out of the speeder you were snapped out of your gaze.

He motioned for you to follow him into the store. You exited the speeder and followed in his wake.

“Lord Vader, I think the hyperdrive needed is over there.” You pointed.

“Y/N, you mustn’t call me that here.” He spoke under his breath.

You gave him a strange look. What were you supposed to call him then?

He sighed. “Call me... Sky.”

You almost allowed a scoff to escape your mouth. Did he really just say that? You wanted to ask why for a good laugh, but you decided against it.

“Well, Sky, there’s the hyperdrive, now we just need to find the targeting computer.”

The two of you walked around the shop searching for a targeting computer, when you eventually found a recent model that’ll fit exactly where it needs to.

“Sky, look!” You motioned to the flawless technology.

He nodded as you grabbed it. You walked to the shop-owner and handed her as many credits as you had. It was over the amount needed, but you were extremely happy with what you’d found.

Your items were transferred to your ship as you walked out with Vader in tow.

“My Lord, are we going to head back to the Executrix?” You asked him not wanting to leave. You had a hint of despair in your voice.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N.” He muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You had an evident frown on your face, yet he ignored it.

You returned the speeder and you two were on your way back to the shuttle.

“My Lord?” You began, “Why did you come with me?”

He stopped in his tracks.

“I wanted to get off of that miserable Star Destroyer.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the comment. Darth Vader had a sense of humor? Who knew?

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[castiel-barnes]

The Rebuild.

The Mandalorian and The Jedi Series.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi! Reader.

Summary: After Obi Wan Kenobi comes to you in your dream, you believe it is about time to rebuild what belongs to you.

Warnings: None I think.

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A/N: Have a wonderful star wars week folks. And May the 4th be with you.

It was still day time by the time you woke again. And Din was still sitting there,with your hand incased in his. However, you noticed that your hand was slightly warmer than it was earlier. Turning your head so you could see properly, you saw that Din's gloves were off and tucked into his belt.

His skin was bronze, small scars here and there, slightly calloused palms and a small bullseye tattoo between his thumb and index finger. You smiled slightly, and then squeezed Din's hand to let him know you were awake.

"Hey cyar’ika, how you feeling?" He asked voice sounding raspy,

"Tired still, but better. What time is it?" You responded shifting on the bed a little.

"Only about half 2. Grogus been a bit restless while you've been sleeping. He came in here for a bit, then promptly fell asleep. I think he was just seeing if you were alright or not." Din stated looking towards the door way,

"You hungry?" He asked letting go of your hand. Nodding you shifted and went to sit up.

"Din can we sit outside please?" You replied groaning, your body aching more than you would've liked,

"Of course, let me help you and then I'll get Omera to bring you something." Din said shifting so he could help you. He let you grip onto his arms, and he held your arms firmly but gently as he helped you sit up. You screwed your eyes shut for a moment and let out a breath.

"You good?" Din asked slightly concerned, letting you sit there for a moment. Nodding you readjusted your grip, so that Din could help you stand. "Okay on 3. 1. 2 .3." He continued helping you up. You leaned your head against Din's chest as he held you, so that you could take your time.

"Can we go slow?" You asked,

"Yeah cyare." Din replied letting you hold onto his shoulder, as he placed his arm around your waist cautiously not to put his hand in the wrong place. He helped you outside and you squinted at the brightness of the sun. There was a chair that was outside of the hut, and Din helped you lower yourself gently onto the chair.

"I'll go ask Omera if she can get you some food." Din stated,

"Thank you Din." You responded smiling, watching Din walk away to find Omera. Looking around, you saw the defenses still in place and the AT-ST abandoned with carbon scoring. Then you heard the pitta patter of two sets of feet. One more larger sounding and one a lot more smaller. Temmin and Grogu came running over to you, beaming smiles across their faces. You smiled.

"Y/N! You're awake!!!" Temmin shouted hugging you,

"Careful Tem, they're just waking up." Din stated chuckling walking over to the three of you.

"Sorry. I'm just happy you're awake." Temmin stated,

"Are you okay buddy?" Asking both Grogu and Temmin. Grogu cooed happily and made grabby hands. You picked Grogu up and smiled running a finger over his ear. Din was glad that you couldn't see his face, he was smiling ear to ear under his helmet. A warm feeling inside of his stomach started to form, and for Din it was a peculiar thing. It was something about watching you talk to the kids in the village, that got to him. Watching you be paternal towards the children.

"You kept everyone safe didn't you Temmin?" You asked,

"Yeah!" Temmin replied standing up, chest puffed out with pride. You smiled and ruffled Temmins hair, letting him run off again.

"You're really good with him." Din stated, sitting on a crate opposite you. You smiled and ate the food Omera had given to you.

"He's a good kid. He listens which I suppose is a good thing." You replied finishing the food.

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Few weeks later:

A few weeks had gone by since the small battle in the village, and your strength once again had returned. It had been quiet for a while now. You noticed that Din and Omera had been getting closer, but you tried to brush it off not getting distracted.

You were playing a little game with the kids, when you noticed Din and Omera talking away from the others. Your heart constricted slightly, as you saw Omera bring her hands up to his helmet as if to take it off. Before you saw him reach for her hands, everyone heard a shot go off. Din pushed Omera behind him drawing his pistol, as you did the same with the kids igniting the saber.

"OMERA GET EVERYONE INTO THE HUTS!!" You shouted at her, following Din to where the shot came from.

There stood Cara over a body, a body of a bounty hunter with a tracking fob.

"Y/N... we can't stay here." Din stated turning to you,

"Okay." You replied still thinking about a few moments ago. The two of you decided that getting off Sorgan was a better idea than anything else you came up with. You packed your kit up, and decided you'd take apart your saber a little and give a bit to a specific kid.

"Do you have to go Y/N?" Temmin asked,

"Yes Tem, I'm sorry but it's safer like this. Here take this.” You stated giving Temmin a part of your lightsaber hilt.

“I can’t take this, it’s a part of your lightsaber.” Temmin replied taking the piece from you and observed it. You kneeled down in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder lightly.

“Listen to me Temmin, you must remember that sometimes you have to forget the past. Sometimes that means burying memories far back, but sometimes it also means that you start over physically. And for me that means making a new lightsaber, one that doesn’t have bad memories attached to it.” You stated ruffling his hair,

“When I meditate, i’ll think about you and maybe we could force connect.” Temmin stated. You smiled and stood back up, making sure your robes were neat.

“I’ll come back one day Tem, I promise.” You replied. Din called for you, and you smiled as you walked away from Temmin. Everything was packed on the small transport you had originally came on and you was about to sit down on it, until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” 

You turned around just in time, only to have two smaller bodies hug into yours. It was Temmin and Winta. 

“Thank you for helping us Y/N.” Winta whispered, you smiled and hugged them back.

“It’s okay kids. Remember to stay out of trouble and to be brave. May the force be with you always.” You replied giving them a small squeeze and then sitting on the transport. The three of you watched as the village faded out of site. You sat there your eyes closed, listening to the sounds around you. It might be the last time for a while, that'd you hear woodland sounds.

"Din?" You said getting his attention,

"Hmm?" He responded lifting his head to meet your eyes.

"Do you have any random spare metal parts?" You asked, Din was silent for a moment presumably thinking. He nodded and shifted his positions.

"Yeah, I think there's a pieces laying around. Why'd you want them?" Din responded, curious as to what you were up to. You looked down for a moment, looking at your lightsaber.

"I wanna rebuild my saber. This one... it just doesn't feel like mine anymore." You said quietly, thinking back to what Kenobi said to you during your dream. Din looked at you, and you knew that he wanted to help you with this stuff.

"Okay, once we get everything back onto the crest, I'll find the little box that has all the spare parts in." Din said as he saw the Razor Crest come into view sightly beyond the trees. You smiled as your mostly newly found home came through the trees.

"Thank you Din, when I was sleeping I had a dream about one of the masters from the jedi temple. He agreed with me that building a new lightsbaer would probably be better for me." You stated thinking back the encounter you had in your dream, where you came across Master Obi Wan Kenobi. Din nodded along, as if understanding what you said but not having an inkling.

Jumping off of the transport, Din made sure you were okay now out of habit before starting to load everything back onto the crest. After loading everything back on, he dug around the ship for a moment finally finding the box of spare parts he knew he had.

"Here, these are all the spare parts I could find." Din stated giving you a box of metal pieces,

"Thank you, is there anything else you need me to do before I start rebuilding?" You asked taking the box from him.

"Nope not that I can think of. I'll take the kid up to the cockpit with me, so it gives you less of a distraction." Din responded taking Grogu from you gently when you offered him, you smiled and nodded as you watched Din and Grogu ascend up the ladder to the cockpit. You placed the box of parts in the middle of the hull, and sat in front of the box.

Clearing your mind, you thought back to the first time you constructed a lightsaber. You thought back over the good memories of when you were a youngling before the purge. But now you thought of a more recent good memory. A memory of you and Din and Grogu, sitting there together on Sorgan and the butterflies you felt in your stomach when Din called you "cyar’ika".

As your eyes were closed and your mind working its magic. The pieces from the box started to float. Bits of metal plates and cylindrical pieces floated around you. The energy in the entire ship shifted, and above in the cockpit both Din and Grogu could feel the energy.

"They're powerful kid. I think we're both lucky to have them don't ya think?" Din said turning to Grogu,

Grogu cooed as his eyes fluttered and his ears raised a little, sensing the effect of the force.

The force continued to surge throughout the Razor Crest, and the spare parts continued to circle around you. The parts that called to you, came out of the asteroid of peices around you and started to form a cylindrical shape. The blue kyber crystal floated out, the glowing of its form casting a shadow of your body behind you in the wall.

The crystal made its place inside of the new hilt for your lightsaber, and all of the other pieces you didn't use were placed neatly back into the box. Opening your eyes, your new lightsbaer hilt floated in front of you. The saber hilt was almost completely silver, except for a black T shape leading down from the button, and a small stripe of red or burgundy around the bottom of it. It reminded you of Dins armour when you first met him.

Taking it out of the air, you stood up and pointed the end of it away from you and ignited it. The hum of it was more quiet than it was before. And the weight felt that it should belong. You smiled slightly, bringing your free hand to your scar for a second. Finally the memories of the old saber getting pushed away.

You placed the box of spare parts out of the way, so that no one would trip over it. Clipping your newly built lightsaber to your belt, you climbed up the ladder and went to the cockpit.

"How'd it go?" Din asked turning to you,

"It went well. Here." You replied unclipped it and handing it to Din. He observed it and tested the weight of it in his own hand.

"It looks good. Nice weight too cyar’ika." Din stated giving it back to you. You smiled and sat down, setting Grogu down onto your lap.

You had a feeling that whenever Din said "cyar’ika" that it was something good, and it gave you butterflies. But you couldn't be too sure, because it was a difficult to see what Din was thinking.

[psychedelic-ink]

Welp it’s Christmas so why have 1 event when you can have 2!

This event is heavily inspired by @nakunakunomi ‘s 750 follower event ! Please check her out, her work is amazing! 

Originally I wanted to make an event similar to the “a gift for you” event but my hand will be quite full with that and with school so I didn’t think that would be possible T^T  This event/challenge will be birthday themed (yep you guessed it, it’s because my birthday is in December xD) 

Rules: 

Writers and Artists are welcome! 

You have complete freedom while writing/drawing your piece the only thing being that you have to use the birthday themed prompt/word I give you!

Since I’m a horny little elf NSFW is allowed! 

Which characters you want to use is completely up to you.

Deadline for asking for prompts: Nov 30th 23.59 CET 

Deadline to submit your fic / artwork: Dec 31st 23.59 CET

Until the deadline you may ask for more prompts !

Pls tag your work #birthdaycheer and dm me a link just incase I don’t see it. 

In Return: 

Everyone shall receive a free pass for future events 

5 lucky winners will receive 1 headcanon request of minimum 500 words. (this doesn’t have to be birthday themed) 

2 people will win a personalized scenario requests! 

I’ll also be composing a masterlist (not without asking ofc) of all of your works! tag #birthdaycheer

I’ll be using a generator to pick so it’s at random ^^

So Basically: 

ask: I would like to join the b-day event as writer/artist

answer: prompt: person A decides to smush the cake in to person B’s face

For artists I’ll be giving them a random birthday related word!

And that’s pretty much it! You may start participating as soon as you read this, enjoy! 

[xtrippydragonx]

About Me

Why am I doING THIS FUCK HOW DO YOU WRITE THESE

Uhhh sup, y’all can call my Casey or Rex. I’m 21 (birthday is May 29th), a woman, and I like to draw and play vidya gamez. I’m also autistic so if I ever seem awkward in an interaction, that’s probably why lmao. Most of my blog consists of the stuff you’d typically expect on a tumblr blog; funny posts and fandom stuff. It is also worth noting that as I am an adult, this blog will occasionally contain content with adult themes.

This blog is basically just for my niche interests/hyperfixations and random shit. On this blog, you’ll find (almost exclusively reblogged) content for the following:

Corpse Bride (I’m most known for this hyperfixation)

Popee the Performer

Pokèmon

Doki Doki Literature Club (Yuri IS best girl and I WILL fight you in a Denny’s parking lot over this)

Breath of the Wild (Yes my favorite champion is Mipha, no I am not ok)

Danganronpa (mostly V3 but sometimes the other games as well)

Warrior Cats (Runningnose is my favorite character)

Minecraft

Left 4 Dead

Criminal minds

Here’s some other things I’m interested in but either haven’t really had a chance to dive into, or aren’t hyperfixations:

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Tales From Moominvalley (I’m also somewhat interested in The Moomins Return!)

Beastars

ENA

Payday (the second game, specifically)

Bojack Horseman

The Walten Files

Harmony and Horror

Five Nights at Freddy’s

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

SCP Foundation

Sally Face

Poppy Playtime (wanna be clear that no, I do not support the creators morally and have no plans to support them financially- but the game is cool and the talent that the devs put into it is worth acknowledging!)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (I’ve only watched the anime tho so I’m currently clueless abt anything past Stone Ocean lmao)

The Blacklist

One Piece (RIP Ryunosuke ;-; I promise that’s not a spoiler lmao)

Zombieland Saga

My ask box is always open! Whether you wish to discuss theories or opinions about a shared fandom, get to know me better, or anything else, you’re always welcome to send something my way! I love and am honored when people are interested in my ramblings, so never worry that you’re bothering me or anything, I promise you’re not.

Sometimes you’ll occasionally see some random tags on a post I’ve rebloged. This is a guide to what they mean!

‘Favs’: my favorite posts! Sometimes they’re fandom related, sometimes I just think they’re funny.

‘S.I’: stands for “self indulgent”, it’s basically a tag of me being thirsty for fictional characters (mostly Victor Van Dort). Fair warning, a good portion of it is NSFW because I have brain rot and need to be banished to the shadow realm bc horny jail isn’t enough for me anymore.

‘Answered asks’: every ask I’ve answered, compiled under a tag for your convenience! If you’re interested in my thoughts/opinions/theories/etc about corpse bride, this tag is a good place to start.

‘Might come in handy’: things that I want to save incase I need them later. Mostly drawing references/tutorials, but there’s some other things scattered about this tag as well.

‘Vent tag’: A tag where I can reblog posts with ideas or feelings I strongly relate to; I tag all my negative reblog posts with this. It will likely contain themes of depression, anxiety, trauma, suicidal ideation, etc. If this sort of content is a trigger, I would recommend blacklisting this tag.

‘A hot original on tungle dot hellsite’: all of the posts that I’ve made! This tag is a WIP so bear with me lol.

Also, please note that I am only human, and, again, autistic. This means that I may sometimes say or do the wrong thing. If I do this, it is probably because of human error, rather than malice. Please assume this is the case and let me know so I can correct my mistake. I try to make sure I don’t reblog from anyone sketchy but sometimes I can’t find a post anywhere else so if that occurs, reblogging does NOT equal endorsement here!!

Whelp, that’s about all I can think of for now. I’ll probably update this post as time goes on! Thanks a lot for reading; I hope you enjoy your visit to my little corner of the internet! Stay as long as you need, traveler /ᐠ๑•ω•ᐟ\ฅ

[onceuponastory]

Coming Back Home - Chapter Six: The Only Exception

And up until now I had sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk But you are the only exception

the only exception: paramore

Plot: Six years ago, Y/N left her hometown and all its bad memories behind, and never looked back. But now, she’s come back to be the maid of honour in her sister’s wedding. Returning ‘home’ means she has to confront her past, the last thing she wants to do. When she meets the handsome best man Nick, she feels more comfortable…until her sister asks her to show Nick around town…a town that Y/N fell out of love with a long time ago.

Can Y/N fall back in love with the town she left behind, and maybe find love of her own along the way? (based on prompt by @orphicodysseywrites​)

Tag List: @shinydixon​, @baker151910​ and @thesundrop​. Let me know if you want to be added!

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol, death, abandonment and another panic attack.

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day weekend my loves! I know it’s Valentine’s tomorrow, but I’m working, so wanted to get this out today. This chapter is LOOOOONG, so enjoy ;)

Read the other parts / Read this story on Wattpad!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Nick or his character! I just used Nick bc he’s the only character of Dacre’s that fits this prompt. Aside from Nick being in this, this fic has NOTHING to do with The Broken Hearts Gallery. But you should all see the movie if you can, because it’s adorable!

Y/N’s POV

“I’ll help her deal with this. Don’t want any issues, like last time.” I give Nick a knowing look, making him laugh. Leaving the room, and walking towards the front door, I expect to see a member of the groom party or the florist standing there, looking sheepish. But when I approach the door, I don’t recognise the person standing there. Katie looks over at me, her face pale and her eyes wide.

“Y/N....” She begins.

“Y/N!” The man smiles, cutting her off. He looks at me expectantly. “What, don’t you recognise me?” He asks. Frowning, I step closer, ready to tell him that I really don’t know who he is, and I’m sorry, but he has to....I stop my train of thought the second I see his eyes. My eyes. The same coloured and shaped eyes stare back at me. My heart almost drops out of my chest. It can’t be...can it? 

“D...Dad?” I stammer. His face lights up immediately, confirming my worst fears. “Oh my GOD!” I exclaim, moving closer to stand beside Katie. Protectively, I grab her hand, squeezing onto it tightly. I can’t believe he’s here. I feel like if I close my eyes and pinch myself, I’ll wake up from this nightmare. But I try it a few times, and everytime I open my eyes, he’s still there. Part of me knows I’m being dramatic, and should just stop...but what would you do if the man who abandoned you weeks after your mother died and barely had anything to do with you our your sister came back into your life? I can hear the noise of Adam and Nick walking up to us and speaking to our Dad, but most of their discussion is blocked out. All I can hear is the word “daughters”. Daughters. He has no right to call us his daughters, especially after abandoning us. 

“Dad? What are you doing here?” Katie asks. He looks at us like we’re stupid for even asking him that.

“Don’t be silly! I’m here to attend your wedding!” He grins, making me confused.

“But you told me that you didn’t-” I begin, but he walks into the house and starts walking up to us before I can even finish my sentence. Protectively, I tighten my grip on Katie’s hand. “No, Dad, you can’t just walk in-” I try to say again, but he ignores me, and comes closer towards us. I open my mouth again, but he cuts me off.

“God, you look so much like your mother Y/N.” He smiles. Jane’s words echo in my head as he says it. I wish people would stop saying that to me. I didn’t even remember my mother that well. The only memory I have of her is her dying, then my Dad abandoning us soon after. Maybe that’s why he left. Because I look too much like my mom. He reaches out to touch my face, and I instinctively step back, uncomfortable with him being anywhere near me, let alone touching my face. He frowns, but instead of saying anything, he looks over at Katie. “So, Katie.” He grins, staring down at us. “What do you say? How about a hug for your old man?” 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I whisper.

“Um...” Katie’s silent for a moment, before removing her hand from my grasp and slowly walking into our Dad’s embrace. “There you are. My beautiful daughter. My beautiful bride.” He smiles, pulling her close into a hug. My heart twists at that. This is what Katie deserved her whole life...and what I deserved too.  I don’t even register Nick moving closer and standing beside me until I hear: 

“You okay?” He whispers. I nod. To be honest, i wasn’t sure if I was okay. Part of me was hopeful that our Dad coming back would mean a change of heart, and a new beginning for us...but another part was worried he’d leave us again, and we’d be right back to square one. After all, he may be a piece of shit who abandoned us...but he was still our Dad. And even though I had known for a long time that it was worthless trying to get him to pay attention to us, or to show us love and support...part of me was still a little kid who wanted her Dad. My Dad pulls away from Katie and looks at me.

“Is it worth me asking for a hug?” He asks. I blink, surprised. “You know Y/N, you were quite rude to me on the phone a few weeks ago. I mean, I’m here now, aren’t I? I do care.” He almost hisses the last two words out, in a clear attempt to make me feel bad for my choice of words and accusations. Katie looks horrified. Our Dad plasters on a smile again, and turns back to Katie. “So, darling. Ready for me to give you away in a few days?” Katie’s face flushes.

“Um, you see Dad, the thing is......” She begins, her voice shaking with nerves. Adam steps closer and wraps his arm around her. Protectiveness washes over me again. 

“I’m doing it.” I reply, stopping Katie from saying another word. Our Dad’s eyes go wide, and he splutters.

“What? You?”

“Yes Dad. Me. I’m giving her away, and dancing with her at the wedding.” Our Dad is silent for a moment, then he starts laughing. 

“Well, you won’t need to do that anymore. That’s the father of the bride’s job, and I’m here now, so you can go back to...whatever the hell it is that you’re doing.” I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, Katie steps in, her voice stronger.

“No. No Dad, I want Y/N to do it. She’s been in my life the longest, and I want her.” She gives me a reassuring smile. She takes a deep breath. “You can still come to the wedding, I’m sure we can find you a seat somewhere...but I want my sister to give me away.” Our Dad starts sighing and shaking his head.

“I knew this would happen.” He states. “I knew your Grandmother would turn you both against me. That bitch never fucking liked me.”

“I wonder why!” I say before I can stop myself. The anger of the last twenty one years that’s been building up within me is clearly spilling over. “Gee, maybe it’s because you gave us up two weeks after her daughter died! And you just dumped us on her doorstep!”

“That’s not fair. It was hard work looking after you both on my own.” He argues back, pointing at me. “I did the best thing for you both by bringing you here. I did it because I cared about you two.”

“That might be true, but that’s not how I remember it.” I reply, having no idea where this new confidence is coming from. “I remember you telling Nana that ‘this shithole’ was the best place for us, and saying you didn’t care what happened to us after that. Also there’s the fact that you didn’t bother to contact us after that. So please, don’t act like you care about us all of a sudden.” My Dad steps closer, and Nick protectively moves closer to me. 

“How dare you. I gave you birthday and Christmas presents!” My Dad responds. 

“Yeah! On the wrong days!” I step closer to him.

“No, just-” Nick starts, but I continue regardless. I get closer, so close I can almost smell the alcohol on his breath. 

“Tell me, Dad.” I begin, hissing the word Dad. “When’s my birthday? When’s Katie’s?” He’s silent, and I cock my head, trying to ignore the pain of the fact that my Dad really doesn’t care about us. “Oh, was that too hard? Let me ask some more. Maybe they’ll be easier. What’s my favourite colour? What did Katie study at college? What did I study? Where do I live?” He doesn’t respond to any of them, and I laugh sarcastically. “And there it is everyone! The father who claims to love and care about his children, but doesn’t know a single thing about them!” I lean in closer to his face, slowly turning angrier. “Don’t you dare call our Nana a bitch when she did more for us than you ever did. She didn’t poison us against you, we realised for ourselves that you’re an asshole who never cared about us. We may be related to you by blood, but we are not your daughters.” I hiss. He’s silent, and I feel Nick gently pulling me back towards him. He protectively steps in front of me, slightly shielding me with his body just incase my Dad tries anything. My Dad finally speaks.

Nick’s POV

“See, this is the reason why I left you two. You’re so....dramatic Y/N. It’s annoying. And I guess I was wrong. It wasn’t your Grandma who poisoned you against me...it was you!” He points at Y/N. "You’ve ruined my relationship with my daughter. I can’t believe you’d be so...spiteful!”

“But...I’m your daughter too.” Y/N states, her voice quieter and shaky. I look over at her. Her face looks crushed, just like it did when we both had our argument. Anger grows within, and I step forward. I hate seeing Y/N like that, especially because it was my fault the first time. But now, I could help her.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” I order.

“Nick, don’t-” Y/N begins, but her father stops her. 

“And who do you think you are?” He asks. He steps closer, and I can smell the beer on his breath. 

“A friend of your daughters. But, given what Y/N’s told me, and what we’ve just heard, I think calling you a father is a bit of a stretch.” I reply. Rage grows on the man’s face even more. “By the way, in case you’ve forgotten, Mr Father of the Year, your daughters were four and two when you abandoned them here. I hardly think that’s their fault, don’t you?” The man scoffs.

“Listen, buddy. You don’t know anything about this situation, so butt out.” 

“No, actually. I know a lot about this situation, and I actually care about your daughters and their wellbeing, which is more than I can say about you, who’s blaming a four year old for why she and her sister were abandoned by you, and why they resent you for that.” Katie moves to stand beside Y/N, and wraps her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. Adam stands beside me, helping to protect the girls from their father. “And on that note, despite everything you did to them, both Y/N and Katie still had the decency to ask if you were coming to the wedding, which is more decency than you deserve. And you have the nerve to accuse Y/N of trying to ruin her sister’s life and relationship with you? All she’s done throughout her life is try to make her sister happy. And that includes inviting you, when she had no idea if you’d even show up. If you had stuck around, you would know how good a person she is.” Their Dad scoffs again.

“And why do you care so much?” 

“Because I care about your daughter. A lot, actually.” I say, not even caring if this destroys my friendship with Y/N, or if she doesn’t like me back in that way. “I’ve only known her for about three weeks, and I already know what a beautiful person she is, both inside and out. If you can’t see that, then that’s your problem.” I feel someone squeezing my hand from behind me, and I turn back around to see Y/N staring at me, her eyes glistening with tears...but still looking grateful. 

“Thank you.” She mouths at me, and my heart swells. Even if she doesn’t like me back, that feeling is more than enough.

Y/N’s POV

Hearing Nick standing up for me makes my heart sing, and I almost start crying. The smile he gives me sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. 

“Anyway, why don’t we hear what Katie has to say?” Nick continues, and I give her hand another squeeze. She replies, her voice a lot more confident.

“Dad, Y/N has been with me for as long as I can remember, and Nick’s right. All she’s ever wanted to do is make sure I’m happy. And I still want her to give me away. We’ll find a place for you to sit, but this is my decision.” She looks over at me, a big smile on her face. “And I choose my sister.” My heart swells all over again, and a few tears fall down my face. “But I’d love to have you at my wedding, Dad.” She smiles.

“I can’t believe this.” Our Dad scoffs, shaking his head. “The only reason why I came here was to give you away, and you won’t even let me have that?” He asks. “God, it wasn’t even worth coming here.”

“No, Dad wait-” Katie begins, her voice sounding sadder. My heart rate rises. He’s going to leave us again. I know it. “You can still come to the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding, it-”

“Don’t you get it? If I’ll just be a guest then I don’t want to come to the rehearsal dinner! Or to the wedding. If you don’t want me to do my job as the father of the bride, there’s no point me even being there, is there?!”

“But you said....” Katie trails off, her eyes filling with tears. My anger rises.

“Are you serious? So you’re going to leave us? Again? Just like that? Just because you won’t get the attention you will as father of the bride?” I ask, feeling tears begin to stream down my face. I was being abandoned. Again. But before I can even say anything else, or before our Dad can respond, Katie lets out an anguished cry, and she runs upstairs. I look back at the stairs, then back at my Dad. Part of me wants to argue, to tell him to go to hell and to never call himself our Dad again, but like Katie did....I choose my sister. “Katie! Katie, wait!” I call, running upstairs after her. Once I reach the landing, I look around, trying to see what room she’s in. But her sniffling soon draws me towards my bedroom. I open the door to see my sister curled up in my bed, her back to me. “Katie?” I ask softly, sitting beside her at the end of the bed. It breaks my heart to see her like this. This was the one thing I didn’t want to happen. But me phoning our Dad probably caused this. And now he had left us. Again. My heart was shattering all over again. “Katie?” I ask again, Katie moves aside wordlessly. Once I’m in bed beside her, she turns to face me, her face streaked with tears. Before I can even do anything, she lunges forward and pulls me into a hug. She bursts into tears, and as soon as she does, I start crying too.

“I’m sorry...I just couldn’t...I-” She stammers, gasping for air slightly. 

“Don’t be silly. You don’t have anything to apologise for. This whole thing is my fault.” I reply through my tears. Katie pulls away, and frowns at me. “I’m the one who called him, so that’ll be why he came here. And he’s right...what if it was my fault that he left us the first time? And now it’s my fault he’s gone again, and that he won’t be here for your wedding.” I sniff. “I’m so sorry Katie.” I cry. “I’ve ruined everything for you.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s never been your fault. I meant it. You’ve been here for me, ever since we were kids. Actually...” She sniffles again. “Remember when you beat up the bullies for me in the school playground?” She asks. A memory flashes into my mind. Some kids in my year had found out about our parents, and had made it their life’s mission to tease us. I tried not to let it bother me, but Katie had it the worst. She was so young, she couldn’t defend herself...which is why I shoved them over and punched them...as hard as seven year old me could, that is. “I thought it was so cool, my big sister standing up for me like that.” She continues.

“Yeah well...Nana didn’t think it was that cool.” I am immediately reminded of sitting beside my Nana in the Principal’s office, being lectured on how to behave, and how even though they may have provoked it, I had no right to fight back like that. “I mean, I fought hard in my defence. And maybe Nana did agree...she just never told me.” I chuckle slightly, and even Katie giggles too. “And then there was those times when you used to crawl into bed with me when you had nightmares, instead of Nana.” I remember.

“Nana was scary! Could you blame me?” She laughs. “Actually...it was like this. You, cuddling with me in your bed and singing to me or telling stories before I fell asleep. You used to tell me stories of two princesses who would finally get their happy ending.” 

“Wonder who they are.” Katie smiles. 

“Well, you were right. I’ve finally found my happy ending.” She looks back up at me. “Y/N. I know you think this whole thing was your fault, but trust me. It is not. You’ve been more like a mother to me than a big sister all my life, and I love you so much. You could’ve just ignored me or pretended that I didn’t exist, but you didn’t. You’ve cared for me all this time, and you still are caring for me. So, thank you.” She pulls me back into a hug, and the tears start flowing again. “It just sucks that he won’t be there. That he doesn’t care.” She sniffles, and I start crying again. She’s right. Having your Dad abandon you again does suck.

“I know. I’m sorry. But Adam, Nick and I will be beside you every step of the way. We love you so, so much.” I reassure her. The two of us lay in each other’s arms for a while, neither wanting to leave the other alone. 

~~~

Sometime later

The door opens, and Katie and I look over to see Adam and Nick standing there. Katie moves out of my embrace, and runs to Adam, who leads her out of the room, presumably towards their room. Nick sits on the bed as I sit up. “Is he gone?” I ask. Sighing, Nick nods, and I start crying again. “He’s left me again.” I gasp between tears, feeling my heart rate rising as my anxiety and abandonment issues kick in again, combined with the stress and the emotions from earlier. “He’s abandoned me. Again. He doesn’t want me anymore” I gasp, feeling myself starting to hyperventilate. “Nick, what if he’s right...w-what if it’s my fault? What if he left me because I look too much like my Mom? What if I was too much of a bad kid? I always wondered if it was my fault. Maybe it was.” I ask myself, speaking quickly. Nick moves closer to me.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not your fault. It’s his.” He tells me.

“Please...don’t leave me....” I beg through my tears. “Please...don’t leave me alone. I can’t lose you too.” 

“I won’t leave you.” He tells me. “I’m here. It’s okay. You won’t lose me. Breathe with me, okay? In and out.” He holds out his hands in case I want to take them, and I take them both as I try to regulate my breathing. Nick stays with me, holding my hands and helping with my breathing until I calm down. 

“I’m sorry Nick.” I sniff. “I’m sorry I’m so...messed up.”

“Y/N. It’s okay. You’re not messed up. I told you. I care about you.” He smiles, gently rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. 

“I just can’t believe he doesn’t even know anything about Katie or I...that he doesn’t even care.” Nick sits with me as I let out all my emotions, continuing to hold my hands, cheer me up and hug me when I need it. After I feel like I’ve calmed down properly...or as much as I could, Nick lays beside me, and lets my head rest on his chest. We lay together in silence for a while. Well, it’s not exactly silence. I can hear the sound of Nick’s heartbeat, and the sound of the birds chirping outside. But it’s nice. I can smell the scent of his cologne, feel the warmth of his body as I rest my head on his chest, and the movement of his chest as he breathes in and out. It helps to ground me and calm me even more. Even though I had no idea of how long we’ve been lying here, I don’t care. In all honesty, I could keep laying there for the rest of my life. It’s comforting, and in a way...it feels like home. Like where I’m meant to be. My feelings for him, and my talk with Katie from a few days ago flash back into my mind. And with it, comes Nick telling my Dad about how much he cares about me. Did he really mean it? Like...in that way? “Nick?” I ask. 

“Mhm?”

“When you said you cared about me earlier...did you mean it?” I ask. He looks down at me. 

“Of course I did. You’re such a wonderful person Y/N, it’s hard not to care about you after spending time with you.” A smile spreads on my face. Should I tell him how I feel about him? I look up into his blue eyes, and my heart answers the question for me almost immediately. 

“Nick. Can I tell you something?” I ask. He nods. “The other day I...I um realised something.” My anxiety kicks in again, and I’m worried that he won’t feel the same. But it’s been weighing on me for so long...I just have to tell him. “I...Um. I think...” I take a breath to steel myself. “IthinkIhaveacrushonyou!” The words are all strung together at once, and Nick frowns, blinking at me as he tries to understand what I said. Suddenly, his eyes widen slightly. He’s clearly understood. “I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, and please don’t feel obligated to feel the same. Especially after today. I won’t feel bad. I just-I just had to let it out! You’re just so-” Nick cuts me off by gently running his fingers down my cheek and jaw line. Without saying anything, he leans closer, and delicately kisses me on the lips. It feels like time stops in that moment. At first, I’m so in shock I don’t even respond, and Nick pulls back from me slightly, waiting to see what I’ll say. Instead of responding with words, my hands wrap around his shoulders, my hands tangling in his shirt, and his go around my waist as I kiss him back passionately. My heart starts pounding again...but in a good way. It feels really nice to finally be kissing Nick, like this is how things are meant to be. Also, ever since the first time we almost kissed, part of me has been hoping for this...and now it was finally here. And it’s better than I ever could have imagined. Thank god we’re laying in my bed, because if he had kissed me like that standing up, I probably would have fainted from how weak my knees feel right now. Nick pulls away from me, part of my lipgloss smeared on his lips.

“I’m so glad you said that.” He whispers, his voice husky. “I’ve felt the same about you for the past two weeks.” I smile, and my heart feels like it’s doing backflips. 

“Then please don’t stop kissing me.” I whisper back, and Nick quickly returns his lips to mine.

Maybe I’ll get my happy ending after all.

A/N: In case you’re wondering, YES. this fic will be continued. I’m still going to show the wedding :)