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strqwberryscapes · 7 months ago

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push and pull

summary -> why don't his bloodied hands on your body feel wrong? they should be. he should feel wrong, horrifying and evil. so why doesn't he?

content warnings -> suggestive themes, slight nsfw, corruption, denial

her heavy breathing echoed throughout the cave, as she tried to calm her breath. warmness of qimir's body only reminded her further of how wrong this all was, how she shouldn't be here. on this planet, with him at all. she didn't even remember how exactly she ended up like this, under him, in his cot. they were fighting- or at least she wanted to think that they were. that she was, in fact, pushing him away.

now that she came down from the pleasure that he, as the first one in her life inflicted, doubts started tugging at her chest. the hands that were tangled in qimir's hair fell down her sides, and suddenly the cave's walls seemed very interesting. oh how she wished to be taken away by the cold waves that were heard outside, on the shore. away from him.

qimir's expression was unreadable, even when she reached into the force for help. without a word, he shifted off of her, putting his black trousers back on. his back was turned when he ran his hand through his disheleved locks, and her gaze involuntarily dropped to his scar. she winced slightly. she didn't notice it before.

as if he could feel her stare, qimir stood up, walking off in the direction of stacked crates in the corner of his makeshift house, not sparing a glance.

she propped herself up, looking for her top, spotting it thrown on the ground without care. she couldn't say she hadn't expected that, for him to just leave her as she was. the air around suddenly became cold, and she couldn't help but miss his warmth. she still felt a little sore, but she stood up, a little wobbly.

"where are you going?"

qimir's sudden question caught her off guard. when she looked up, he was gazing at her, his head tilted to the side. she didn't know what to say.

with no further explanation, qimir guided her to sit back down, searching for eye contact. but she was distant, constantly avoiding him. he didn't press firther. instead he gently brought the damp fabric he was holding to her skin, wiping away the evidence of their earlier indulgence.

she almost couldn't move, her bewildered gaze noticing the glass of water next to the bed, that he brought too. her brows were furrowed when he withdrew his hands. was this some form of manipulation? it had to be. he wouldn't just do that. she let her guard down before and she fought with herself not to make the same mistake again.

"why are you so surprised?"

his velvety voice cut through the cool air. there was a hint of something in it, that she couldn't quite catch.

silently, she put her clothes back on, not wanting to be so vulnerable. but she was transparent to him already, wasn't she?

"i..." she hesitated "...expected you to take what you wanted and and tell me to leave."

she admitted truthfully. on the contrary, something completely different happened.

there was a pause.

qimir wasn't one to mince words either, so he replied directly. the harshness in his tone was more of a habit than genuine hostility.

"is that what you think of me?"

the question seemed silly to her. of course she did. he was a sith. a merciless sith, that somehow...

for some reason spared her.

"i- i did think that."

yet she wasn't so certain anymore. his attentive caresses were screaming otherwise.

qimir looked at her curiously.

"if you have, why did you let me take you here?"

she opened her mouth, just to close it seconds later. she didn't know herself... there was something about him that lured her in, like a prey. something that made her give herself to him, even if it would be ar her own cost.

or maybe, it was the promises that he had made. ones of freedom and acceptance. something the jedi would never give her if they knew her views on the force. if they knew what grew deep below the surface, rooted in her body. something, that they have inflicted.

even when she almost didn't know him at all, she had a feeling that he would understand her.

"i wanted..." she trailed off. "i wanted closure."

but it wasn't the entire truth. submerging oneself in pleasure and vulnerability, was a forbidden fruit for the jedi, one that she was deprived of for her whole life. and qimir had offered it to her.

he sensed her hesitance, uncertainty, fear.

his knuckles brushed against her cheek, and he tilted her head to look at him, his gaze unwavering.

"what are you afraid of?"

she couldn't look away anymore. run, like she always did.

"our paths are different."

yet she wasn't so sure of it anymore- it sounded like a reminder, but not for him. for herself.

a hint of a smirk tugged at qimir's lips.

"are they?" he questioned. "we are both doomed."

he pointed out, his hand idly tracing her jawline.

everything about him, his voice, his soft skin, and warm brown eyes, made her lean into his touch.

then a bitter thought appeared in her head.

"is this your way of ensuring i won't betray you?"

he let out a chuckle, at the remains of her self-restraint.

"i don't think i have to worry about that."

and he was right. with what he had shown her, what he made her feel...

"no." her answer came quick both because it was true, but also out of...fear. what would he do if she chose to leave?

he hummed in satisfaction. his thumb carresed her lower lip, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she can taste the blood on his hands. same hands that he used to make her see the force itself.

"you kill with such ease." the words that gnawed at her throat, finally left her lips. she stilled after she realised what she just said. that was a wrong move.

but qimir didn't seem affected.

"you knew that before you came to me. have you forgotten who i am?"

she looked down. she wanted to. there was so much contrast within him. how cruel he could be, and how tenderly he chose to treat her.

"no."

her reply came, same as before.

"then why question me now?"

her gaze involuntarily dropped to his full lips when he spoke. she couldn't escape him. and what was worse, she couldn't escape herself.

a smirk appeared on qimir's face when he noticed her looking at his mouth. without a word, he used his hand under her chin to pull her close.

"that's what i thought."

he sounded pleased as he pressed his lips against hers again. and same as before, she didn't pull away. he had her wrapped around his finger.

his first kiss was gentle, just like his demeanor towards her, attentive and careful. so much so it solved, at least temporarily, her inner turmoil. and once she let him do more, parted her lips, he used it, as if he was just waiting for her to give in. his hand moved from it's place under her chin to her neck, firmly enough to keep her in place, but not to make her struggle for breath. not yet, at least.

he urged her backwards, back onto the blankets, his movements decisive, and he followed behind, hoovering over her.

she wasn't dumb, knowing where this would lead. she gathered all of her will to pull away.

"qimir-" her breath was short. "we just-"

she was cut short, by his lips pressing fleetingly to hers, before descending to kiss her throat.

"you can handle it." he hummed against her skin, and she believed him.

satisfied, he let his hand trail down her body, enjoying the softness of her skin, before dipping between her legs.

she couldn't help but press her thighs together, still sensitive from earlier, and he smiled against her. he planted wet kisses on his collarbone and chest. as if trying to prove something to her, he used his knee to separate her legs.

it wasn't long before he left her trembling in his arms again. her eyes were watery from the intensity of the moment.

qimir looked down at her, taking in the sight of her dishelved form. he felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing how far he could push her. he gently brushed away a strand of hair that fell across her face, his touch surprisingly tender.

"alright?"

she nodded, but the same doubts as before gnawed at the pit of her stomach, replacing the warm, fuzzy feeling.

qimir didn't seem to notice, and even if he did, he didn't mention it.

she stayed still, with his arm around her waist. she felt dirty in a sense- there was no going back now. the jedi wouldn't take her in, wouldn't forgive her what she let herself do and feel.

she couldn't look back anymore.

being raised in the temple meant never changing your beliefs nor trust.

and now?

qimir's breathing became even after a long while that felt like hours.

she was the one fearing being left alone before, but the roles have changed now- holding her breath, she sneaked out of his embrace, desperately needing air, that isn't filled with his presence.

her ship was wrecked. she couldn't go there. but surely, surely if she focused, she could take qimir's. it wouldn't be difficult to just break in there...

leaving him for dead on this forsaken planet.

she should've done so. for all the jedi he had killed, for all the damage he has done-

yet she couldn't make herself to do so. his dark mesmerising eyes, and bloody hands that he commited so much evil with, were engraved in her mind, not letting her take another step.

or maybe it was qimir himself, who's presence appeared behind her.

of course he'd find her. she swallowed, and forced herself to sound firm.

"am i not allowed to leave?"

she swore she could see him tilt his head stupidly-

"leave or run?" he sounded calm, despite probably knowing her intentions.

she clenched her fists, cursing him.

"i needed to clear my head."

he crossed his arms. stubborn as ever, yet he could see through her. so much anger, disappointment with the order. just like his younger self...

"clear your head from what? from me?"

"maybe." she huffed, finally facing him. "you're in there too often." he could, and have, in fact, get into her head- during fighting and...not only that, seemingly.

qimir didn't deny it. she was intriguing, from the moment they fought for the first time in the ruined temple. her suppressed emotions, that spilled, when she almost buried him alive.

"yet you let me inside of more than just your head."

he remarked.

she tensed. oh, yes, she has, twice today already.

amusement flickered in qimir's eyes, and he moved closer, predator-like.

"and you enjoyed it." his voice was slow and deliberate, making sure she heard every sylabe.

she couldn't even deny that, the noises she made, and pleas she whispered, testifying against her. she took in a breath.

"your point?"

qimir took in her angry, helpless form. she had the resilience of a jedi, that was for sure. but it was only a matter of time until he breaks it down.

"my point is, you want me. you enjoy being with me. why try to run?"

there it was. the confrontation she wanted to avoid throughout all her years of being a jedi. she was raised to be pure, perfect and unwavering. but she wasn't. there must be something wrong with her, right?

she didn't feel like there was in his presence. she felt as if she found one of her own. but still...

"im not used to..." she gestured between them. "this."

qimir's eyes continued to study her, his gaze never leaving her face. he could sense her uneasiness, her uncertainty, practically taste her internal battle- the struggle between her jedi past, and the newfound emotions.

"to what? being desired? being wanted?"

her mouth went dry as he openly admitted that he desired her. this couldn't possibly be wrong, by how it made her feel.

"no need to be afraid. you're not with the order anymore. you're with me."

qimir's voice was laced with honey and as persuasive as ever. how could she say no to these chocolate eyes? how could he be bad, when he made her feel so good?

cold and warm tides in the ocean mixed together, creating waves that crashed onto the shore. waves that over time carved the rocks, that were able to make them fall.

and so have they.

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#manny jacinto #manny jacinto x reader #qimir the acolyte #qimir x reader #star wars qimir #the acolyte fanfiction #the stranger x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #qimir the stranger

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nana-luvy · 1 month ago

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I'm just supposed to stand there and do nothing ?

Installment of the Mine series

warnings: fluff + angst, playboy!Luke, fem!reader, daughter of Athena!reader, swearing (woops maybe a lot more this time), arguing/fighting

Because you swore the gods were in on making a player appear like a knight in shining armor, and you weren't having it.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

As loud clatter erupted from the other side of the crowded Dining pavilion, Luke raised his head from his plate, mouth stuffed with salad, in direction of the sound. Pieces of a plate were scattered on the marble tiles, and a commotion could be heard among the dish pieces.

“What the fuck are you on, Gale ? Why would I do that in any fucking world ?”

Was that your voice ?

“Stop denying, I know it’s you!” an angry voice shouted back, biting.

“You’re the only reason for your own demise, Gal-”

“You took your little sister’s cap and cheated!”

Your exasperated sigh could be heard from Luke’s place, his ears attentive as he tried to get the situation right. What could you have possibly done for that son of Ares to be so onto you ?

“I did not cheat, you fucking dumbass!” You snapped, any nerves you’d gotten back scurrying away for your annoyance to scream out. “It’s not my fault you’re stupid enough to take a piss mid Capture the Flag fucking game!” The boy was silent for a moment from what Luke could hear, but the growing whispers kept his attention trained to the scene he couldn’t even see.

Around him, at the Hermes cabin’s table, glances were exchanged about his odd behavior, stopping right in the middle of his sacred meal session, and even more once Luke fully got up from the stone-looking bench and started weaving his way through the crowd.

“Wow,” the child of Ares started, trying to put on some semblance of an act. “I can’t believe you’d go put your lies out there like that, you fucking maniac-”

“What lies, Gale ? I don’t need cheating to win, even though it might be a concept you’re not familiar with since you went against the rules last time to catch our flag ?” Your eyebrow raised accusingly to match the look in your eyes, the first sight of you Luke had seen since you’d made it your life’s purpose to avoid him. And damn did his knees feel weak. “I distinctly remember unnecessary blood being shed on the beach las-”

“Shut up, nerd!” the blond boy in front of you thundered, all eyes turning back to him. “I don’t know what’s holding me back…”

And despite his best— or at least he tells himself so —effort to stay out of it, Luke immediately stepped in when the other boy threateningly walked closer to you. His hand shot to your wrist, moving you behind his back to shield you from Gale apparent and uncontrolled fury, and it didn’t leave it, subconsciously savoring the warmth of the contact he didn’t know he was starving for.

“Hey, back the fuck off, Goldilocks,” Luke simply said, his tone controlled as he used his free hand to push flat on Gale’s chest and keep him away.

For a second there, you were too stunned to fight back, like split between a lot of conflicting feelings. Because, even though you would’ve stood your ground all the way, you had to admit standing up to someone a foot bigger than you and way broader had some kind of bitter apprehension to it. And if you would never say it out loud, you were deep down comforted by Luke’s presence in this instant, your hand in his grasp shooting to clutch the hem of his shirt as you tensed hearing more barked out threats from the other side of the orange wall blocking your view.

“I think it’s time you go about your day, buddy.”

Your head was still ducked behind Luke’s shoulder when you heard an annoyed grunt from the other boy. “Whatever, Castellan, she’s not worth the damn trouble anyway…” he trailed, before eventually turning around and leaving the dining area, his minions following suit.

Your hand quickly let go of the stretchy fabric, still tightly held by the wrist as Luke tugged you away from the crowd and down the side of the stone pavilion.

“Let go of me…” you started, maybe a little soft compared to the overwhelming storm raging inside you. But why this storm, you wondered, what was making you feel so conflicted, now that you were out of any trouble ? What was making your heartbeat quicken, creating this thin layer of sweat at the back of your neck and making your fingers tremble slightly ?

“What?” The boy finally turned as he stopped in his tracks, his hand still wrapped around your wrist, his eyes scanning over you to make sure you were alright.

“I said get off me!”

Your voice raised without warning, a shrill sound you didn’t mean to seem so weak and wounded, and it took Luke slightly off guard, taking a step back and letting go of you instantly. “Wow, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden ?”

But your mind was one-tracked in this moment, you didn’t care for his questions. “Why did you help me ? I didn’t need help, and certainly not your intervention.”

“Yeah? To me you seemed pretty glad I stepped in,” he flatly answered, absentmindedly rubbing his hands together like trying to recreate the feeling of his skin on yours. It was weird, considering holding your wrist was a far less intimate gesture than ones you’d had before, but it held something, to him at least.

“Well, open your ears real good, big guy, I don’t need you to jump in when I seem in trouble, okay? I can do great on my own.”

“What am I supposed to do then? Stand there and do nothing? By the gods, why are you so angry over this ? It’s fucking pointless,” he asked, genuinely confused, his eyebrows frowned and mouth agape to prove it.

“Because you don’t care!” you eventually snapped, making him step back again and back into a column. “You don’t care and you still do this. Not a single cell in your body cares, and you still act like you do because you know it’s gonna get you what you want in the end.” Your finger was accusatory as you pointed it his way, stepping forward to press your nail right into his chest, on your tip toes to be eye-level, anger burning in your gaze. “Guess what? I’m fed up, keep your mask of kind, glorious golden boy for yourself and get out of my sight! Didn’t you have enough already?”

Was it anger ? Or hurt ? Luke couldn’t tell, but what he could tell was that he preferred you smiling over anything else, and your eyes were burning into his very uncomfortably. How did he end up here again ?

“Don't cross my way, thank you…” you emphasized, before turning around and walking away, your steps stiff.

The son of Hermes only allowed himself a deep breath once you were out of his sight, sliding down the grey column running a hand over his face.

“Way to fuck things up…”

Okkkkkk only one left whaaaaat ? I'm not ready (i don't know how it's gonna end btw.)

Btw it's actually insane that so much people enjoy this like wdym people read what i write now... Love your support <3

- Love, Nana

taglist. @spider-ghoul @cas-planet @smileysunshinesworld @mlbmarichat13 @makinbananapancakes @imafuckinstar @emotiandon @mgg55lovr @kisscastellan @alucardsdaddyissues

#nana's mind ━☆#luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #nana's thoughts #pjo series #luke castellan x you #fanfiction #charlie bushnell #imagine #oneshot #nana's series #pjo luke castellan #luke castellan

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year ago

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Can you please write about a dark/yandere Luke x Child of Ares reader? The reader has anger issues and Luke is like totally in love. How would the reader act if they noticed how Luke is always following/stalking them? IF YOU LIKE TO CHANGE THE PLOT THEN YOU CAN DO SO! THANK YOUU!

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀ℯ𝓇

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Warnings- LOTSSS of tension, mentions of stalking but nothing crazy,

“C’mon, You can do better than that!” You said to the kid, they picked up their sword and were breathing heavily, sweating.

“Can we just take a break?” The kid complained, leaning against a tree.

“No. Do the Gods take breaks? Do the monsters coming after you take breaks?” You replied. God, this kid was annoying. And if Chiron handed another one off to you, you were going to scream.

“No, but-“

“But nothing. You’re too weak, and you need training. No breaks.” You said. The kid huffed and you got in a ready stance again.

“You’re harsh on them.” You heard a voice say from behind you. You had just wrapped up the training. You knew that voice from anywhere.

“What do you want, Castellan?” You asked him, tone annoyed. You picked up your sword and tools, not even glancing at him.

“Easy, tiger.” He laughed, holding his hands up in defense. You ignored him. “Just wandering around and I saw you with the kid.”

“Mhm..” you rolled your eyes, standing up and turning to him now.

“Well, I’ll see you later.”

You furrowed an eyebrow at him. What was later?

“It’s capture the flag day…” he said, when he noticed your confused expression.

“Fuck.” You groaned, he smirked and left you alone for now.

You conversed with your team, and Annabeth was out sick, so you guys were going against fucking Luke Castellan.

You noticed him glancing at you from afar while you spoke to your team and he spoke to his. He had a shit eating grin that you wanted to wipe off his face, desperately.

You discussed the best plan, changing up some roles. “Any new campers, follow Clarisse.” And with that, Chiron explained the rules, the horns were played and game started. You and Luke looked at each other one more time, you flipped him off from afar and he just kept on smiling cockily before disappearing from your view.

You all went across the bridge, you looking for Luke, who you knew would be the biggest problem out of them all.

You ventured into the woods, you saw some kids, but easily brought them down and left them begging for mercy when they tried to pick a fight with you.

There was no sign of him, he usually didn’t go with the flag holder, because he was always looking for you. Of course you didn’t know that, but he did.

And that’s exactly what he was doing now. He creeped up behind you quietly, and put his sword to your neck.

“Found you first.” He breathed, his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. His body was now pressed against yours as you stood, stunned.

“Great job, Castellan.” You said sarcastically. He was confused why you said it like that until you grabbed his arm from behind you, using all your strength to throw him onto the ground. He groaned, his helmet falling off next to him.

He went to grab his sword but you grabbed it before him. He looked up at you, cocky smile gone now.

You put your shoe on his chest, a smile of victory now on your face.

The horns started to blow again, and you both turned into the direction of the sound. You huffed, taking your foot off him. He stood up, brushing himself off.

You handed him his helmet and you walked ahead of him, glancing over your shoulder as you spoke.

“By the way, don’t think I haven’t been noticing you watching me, stalker.”

He stood still, stunned at your words. You just smirked as you walked away, already knowing your team had won by the shouts you could hear.

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo disney+#pjo tv show #pjo fandom #charlie bushnell x reader

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herlondonboy · 1 year ago

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i love you, clarisse la rue

summary: part two of unclaimed

warnings: none? it’s short, sorry…

wc: 1.2k

tags: @isnt-itstrange @valenftcrush

the day celebrating your birth came quick. all celebrations had been put on hold with the arrival of percy. clarisse was glad he was leaving so that everything would go back to normal.

once your bag was packed, you mindlessly walked around camp, kicking at rocks as people avoided you like the plague. like if they looked at you, you’d send them to the underworld.

your steps were big as you held a confidence you didn’t even know you had. then you were at the area cabin. before you had the chance to double guess or even raise your hand to knock, the door swung open, clarisse staring at you.

your throat was dry. all the newfound self confidence gone. you didn’t say anything, you didn’t have to. clarisse just knew. always.

“happy birthday,” was all she said. how did she know you didn’t want to talk about it?

tears gathered in your eyes and she pulled you forward into a kiss. a kiss that felt like it would be the last. why would she kiss you like that?

when you broke away, you hugged like there was no tomorrow. and maybe there wouldn’t be. your quest was to protect percy jackson and his friends in their quest. your quest was to get them in and out of the underworld unscathed. even if it meant you had to stay forever.

“i lo-“

“don’t,” clarisse cut you off. ‘i love yous’ we’re rarely said between the two of you. it was something that was known without being said. you love each other. you will always love each, even in death.

“please, clar,” you begged. you needed to say this. she stayed silent. “i love you. all the way to tartarus and back. i have loved you from the moment i first saw you. i will continue to love you even after i die. but i’m not going to,” clarisse caught onto the slight waver in your voice. “i’m not going to die in this quest and we’re going to live happily ever after, okay?”

“okay,” clarisse nodded.

your eyebrows furrowed. “clarisse, say it back.”

she sighed. “you know i do.”

“i know, i just- please.”

“y/n…”

“clarisse,” the tears in your eyes came back, but she still didn’t say it. nodding, you shuffled out of her arms, “i’m going to go find will.”

“wait,” clarisse said, reaching into her pocket. “for you,” it was a metal ring.

you didn’t thank her, just pocketing the ring and walking away. you didn’t go to will. you went right over to the far side of camp where you collapsed.

why didn’t she just say it back?

the afternoon sun bathed the camp in a warm glow as you sought out clarisse again, determined to make the most of your final day together. finding her near the training arena, you noticed a subtle furrow in her brow that betrayed the emotions she kept concealed.

"hey, clarisse," you greeted, trying to infuse a lightness into your voice.

she grunted in response, sparing you a glance before returning her attention to her weapon.

undeterred, you persisted, "i was thinking we could spend the rest of the day together, you know, make some memories n stuff before i go."

clarisse eyed you for a moment, and then, with a nod, she reluctantly agreed. as you explored the camp, you could sense her inner turmoil, but she wore a mask of composure.

in the late afternoon, you led clarisse to a nearby cave rumored to hold ancient secrets. the dim light cast shadows on the walls as you ventured deeper, the air growing cooler. spotting a serpent, you reached down, surprising clarisse.

"what are you doing with that snake?" she asked, a mixture of curiosity and amusement in her voice.

"just making a friend," you replied, holding the snake with a grin. "you never know when a serpent's wisdom might come in handy."

clarisse rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile.

as you left the cave, the weight of the impending quest hung in the air. determined to lift the spirits, you proposed spending the night in the ares cabin with her. wrapped in blankets, you both lay side by side, the subtle sadness lingering between you.

"i'm gonna miss you," clarisse admitted quietly, her tough exterior momentarily giving way to vulnerability.

"i'll be back before you know it," you reassured, intertwining your fingers with hers.

the night wore on, and as sleep eluded you both, you decided on a spontaneous late-night swim. sneaking out of the camp, you found yourselves at the edge of a moonlit lake.

the cool water embraced you, and laughter echoed across the still night. in the midst of the gentle waves, you promised clarisse that this wouldn't be the end.

"i'll come back, clarisse. we'll have more nights like this," you vowed, looking into her eyes.

as you emerged from the water, clothes clinging to your skin, you found a secluded spot on the shore. the moonlit night provided the perfect backdrop for shared dreams and whispered confessions.

with dawn approaching, you held each other close, speechless promises passing between you. the looming quest couldn't erase the memory of that night—the laughter, the promises, and the hope of a future beyond the horizon.

“i love you too,” clarisse murmured, eyes still closed. “that’s a confession, not a goodbye.”

the next morning, you were out of camp with a bunch of twelve year olds, playing protector. you lead them to the nearest bus station.

“you can stay with me, if you want,” you heard, making you falter. your turned your head towards the blonde and rose an eyebrow, willing him to explain. “when we get back to camp… there’s no hades cabin and you said the hermes kids don’t like you very much, and it gets lonely in the poseidon one, so…” he trailed off and you cracked a smile.

“okay,” you said softly. “i’ll keep you company.”

you, feeling an urgency in your heart, decided to make an offering to iris, hoping for a moment to speak to clarisse at camp. a small trinket and a heartfelt plea were left at the edge of the rainbow, a silent wish for a connection.

iris, almost immediately let you contact your girlfriend. a glimpse of clarisse appeared in the distance. as you approached, excitement mingled with anxiety. clarisse, always perceptive, furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed a cut on your face.

"what happened?" she asked, concern etched across her features.

you explained, "had to fight two furies. it got a bit messy."

clarisse's eyes flashed with a mix of pride and worry. "you're a magnet for trouble, aren't you?"

“i guess it comes with being a forbidden child.”

the encounter felt painfully brief. words exchanged in hushed tones, stolen moments in an alleyway. it felt like time conspired against you, and soon, you found yourselves parting ways again.

sighing, you left the alley, returning to the bustling street. the separation weighed on you. amidst the noise of the city, you couldn't shake the feeling of longing.

as you stepped back onto the street, you asked, "did you mail it?"

percy nodded, a subtle smile widening on his face. the idea to mail medusa’s head to the gods had been percy’s. you loved it. your only wish was being able to see their faces as they received the parcel.

“where to next?” the question fell deaf on ears as annabeth turned to some train tracks. it clicked immediately. a train from new york to los angeles… fun

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse x you #clarisse my beloved #elijah writes

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michaelceraifhewasagirl · 1 year ago

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I accidentally assaulted Clarisse

NEW SERIES ALERT

summary: A new girl at camp, but…. She’s different..

warnings: minimal swearing

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Ow. “Ow” is a onomatopoeia, I think, but it didn’t matter if I was grammatically correct, because I had just hit Clarisse La Rue in the head with a rubber axe during practice with the Stoll brothers, and she was now sitting on the ground in a fetal position, holding her head in agony, and staring at me with anger in her eyes.

“Oh my God” I muttered under my breath, as I slowly backed away. “Avery, come back, she’s, she’s not going to hurt you!” Connor Stoll pleaded, but then Clarisse began to get off of the grass and I sprinted towards the strawberry fields. I looked around frantically, trying to see if Clarisse was still following me, but then I caught a glimpse of Beckendorf scolding Clarisse, and I visibly relaxed.

Okay, quick Backstory: two days ago I nearly got killed by a big bear-wolf thing. A goat-child told me that my mom fucked a Greek God and I’m the offspring. If that makes sense. I thought my mom was Hindu, can multiple Gods exist at once? Anyways, the goat guy brought me back to this cool camp and I got to talk to a horse man and a LITERAL GREEK GOD but he was an asshole so I don’t really care about him to be honest. Fast forward to now, this is my first day training, and I somehow managed to injure 5 people, including myself.

I was sitting down under a tree, trying to catch my breathe after running a fricking marathon trying to not get stabbed by Clarisse, when I noticed one of the Stoll brothers coming up to me, Connor, was it? “Hey, Avery,” he greeted

“My name is Aikaterini”

“…Can I call ya’ Avery?”

“No”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” I responded “She’s just… She’s terrifying” and Connor chuckled.

“She’s not that scary, give her a chance, she’s tolerable” he said, and gave me his hand to take to get up off of the dirt, and I took it and dusted off my pants when I was off my butt, “She wants to kill me” I retorted and Connor grimaced. “Stay outta trouble, okay? And be careful”, I nodded and he offered a hand on my shoulder as comfort before heading off somewhere to scold an Ares kid, or kill a small child, one of the two.

I awkwardly walked to the Hermes cabin, in which I was staying in, since my father hadn’t claimed me as yet. I hope he does. I heard a lot of undetermined kids get stuck at the Hermes cabin because their bitch-ass parents didn’t claim them. Anyways, I was like, an Inch away from the cabin, before the boat goy came up to me, wait, no that didn’t sound right, anyways, he came up to me, “Chiron needs to talk to you” he said and he practically dragged me by my arm towards a big building “Who’s Chiro- woah! Okay, so I guess I don’t get to say no”

We arrived inside the building and I paled at the sight of the old horse guy. “Aikaterini Balakrishnan, how are you? Getting along well with the rest of camp?” I could tell that he was trying to make conversation, but I couldn’t focus when there was a 7-foot centaur standing infront of me “I… uh… yeah” was what I managed to choke out before glancing around the room, and noticing that the asshole of a Greek God was sitting at the table, with a irritable look on his face and I rolled my eyes.

The centaur sat down on his hind legs and offered me a seat at the table, where I noticed that they were playing a card game “You’re playing Pinochle.” Chiron raised an eyebrow “Why, yes, do you know how to play?” “Yeah, my mom taught me, well, actually, she taught me Bezique, but I taught myself how to play Pinchole” Chiron nodded in approval “You know how to play Bezique as well, that is quite impressive for a girl your age” I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeah, I guess, why did you call me in here?” “Ah,” he put down his pack of cards and looked at me.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asked

“Friday” I responded confidently

“Yes!” He clapped his hands excitedly and I squinted my eyes “Huh?” Mr. D groaned and stepped out of the room, and Chiron waved him away “Don’t take him on. Tomorrow is Friday! Which means we are playing capture the flag!” He explained and I pursed my lips “You guys actually do things in this place besides trying to impale people or set people on fire?” And Chiron grimaced, “Now now, girl, what happened yesterday with Sanya was a mistake, she was just trying to make a sword and her hair caught on fire, it was a, what is it you children say now-a-days? No biggie” I raised my eyebrows “So why don’t you go find a group to be apart of, huh? Get out there, make some friends, I heard you were training with the Stoll brothers, cheeky bastards, aren’t they?” I furrowed my eyebrows “No, no, they aren’t cheeky, they seem really nice” I said and Chiron chuckles, “That is until they steal a family heirloom from you” “Why would they steal from me?” Chiron seemed suprised I didn’t know about these things, “Aikaterini, their father is Hermes, the God of thievery” “I thought he was the God of messengers?”

Chiron looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face, “Has your mother not thought you anything about your roots?” “Not really, I’m Hindu, I grew up believing in Hindu Gods, now, I don’t know what I believe.” If my mother knew that, that Greek Gods are real, and not just fiction, then why would she grow me up with a religion?” “I am sure your mother had her reasons, that of which, I do not know, but you will come to find out anyways, now, I’d like you to meet some people, if that’s okay with you,” I nodded. Chiron called the goat boy, in which I learnt his name, being Grover, into the room, “Yes?” “It would be appreciated if you could kindly locate our respective leaders, those being one for Team Blue and another for Team Red." Grover nodded and came back into the room shortly with a two girls, a pretty one, with long box braids, and then Clarisse.

“Ladies, we have a new camper joining us, I’m sure you have seen her around, I am going to be making a public announcement soon, tomorrow, before the tournament, but for now, you can introduce yourself to her, and maybe recruit her to your team,” Chiron smiled and I looked at them and awkwardly waved, “Hi, uhm, hi Clarisse, sorry for hitting you, uhm, at- at the uh, the axe throwing thing, sorry” I swallowed nervously “My name is Aikaterini, it’s long, I know, you can call me, Kat, or whatever” my voice cracked and I made a mental note to hit myself in the head with a bat later.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth, I’m blue team leader” “You’re not joining the red team”

“Clarisse.” Chiron butted in, “Atleast see what she can do before you make a decision, now go on, bond, I want to finish this game of Pinochle.” We left the building and Annabeth made conversation “So, do you have any special training? Or any training at all?” “Uhm, I can do kumon?” Annabeth looked at me, a puzzled look rested on her face “What is that?” “It’s like… maths” and Clarisse snorted, Annabeth glared at her, “I mean, physical combat. Do you know any form of self defence?” “I, I can dance?” Clarisse butted in “Yeah, no, Annabeth, you can have her on your team.” I looked down in embarrassment, God, I wanna go home. “What kind of dance can you do? Ballet?” “Kuchipudi,” “Okay, I don’t know what that is, how hard do you have to train for that?” “Not as hard as ballet, probably, but if you saw me do it you would be terrified” “You can’t be any scarier than any monster I’ve ever fought, if you put the same energy that you put into dancing into training, then you’ll be a pro in no time”

I smiled at her, she was nice, unlike Clarisse, who was walking away, I didn’t mind though, being on the blue team seemed like the better choice. I guess we’ll see how the tournament goes tomorrow, but for now, I’m going see if I’m any good at hand-to-hand combat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey guise 😁 I hope you enjoyed the first part of this Pjo fandom seriesssss 💗💗 nones of the characters in this stories except my oc’s (Aikaterini Balakrishnan) that were used in the story so far are mine. I wanted to add a Desi character to this story because they don’t get enough recognition 💗💗 Please lmk what you think about this in the comments and lmk what else you would liek to see in this series 💗 idrk where I’m going with this but I am not gonna let this story go to waste, I’ll try to get it done but I got school and stuff so 😪😪 thanks for reading 💗

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everytime you leave, part seven

₊° - 𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

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The central hall was as well-lit as ever, despite the rumbling storm clouding over Aretuza. A handful of mages were already sitting around the tables, chatting away and waiting until the table with superiors was completely filled so that supper could commence. Your time among the other mages had not been made particularly easy when you'd taken a stand with Yennefer that first time, but it seemed that there were a few mages who you had intrigued with it. Anika, who you had learned was the only person close enough to a friend that Yennefer had, often sent you gentle smiles now. Triss still went and brought you healing elixirs every now and then, clearly a request from Tissaia, and she would never leave without having had a small chat with you. You were still too closed off and shaken by your past to properly let anyone in, and your sorrowful looks and distant behaviour weren't tempting your classmates to approach you. Sabrina would often glance your way, but you didn't like how she seemed to feel superior to the others simply because she'd been in Aretuza the longest. Fringilla never really appeared too interested in you, too occupied in mastering her Chaos to even notice you, so you didn't bother. Celestia was a different case. The mage was older than you, and the combination of her light hair and golden complexion made it hard for her not to stand out. She often observed you, sometimes to the point that it made your uneasiness make place for irritation. You didn't know why she did it. Frankly, you didn't even want to know, if not for the impending fear that she was trying to see right through you. And Johannah and Abigail, well, they had never looked your way again, but it was better that way. They weren't the type of people you wanted to have around, not even if their friendship was crucial to your survival in Aretuza.

It was because of your lack of friends that you tried to show up in the central hall before the others did. There was something peaceful about picking a table in the empty hall and waiting if someone would join you, instead of having to choose where to sit down with dozens of sets of eyes on you. Many a time, it was Triss and Sabrina who would accompany you. Well, Triss first, feeling pity over you, no doubt. Then the redhead would wave over Sabrina, who accepted the invitation out of curiosity over you and would not leave it up for debate to rope in some of the others. But Yennefer never sat with you again. Besides the times you would see her during your lessons or after classes in Tissaia's office to finish your punishment, she'd avoided you like the plague. She was often quiet during your shared detention, but her silence was never unsettling. It seemed as though she had come to terms with the fact you were going to be around, and that collaboration was necessary if she wanted to become the powerful mage she dreamed of.

You picked a table beneath the tall stained-glass windows, knowing it often remained unoccupied. A cupbearer appeared, pouring you a glass to hold you over before supper would begin.

"Do you think this endless rain will ever cease?"

A soft hand was placed on your shoulder and you watched as Celestia sat beside you.

"I suppose not, it would make the place lose all of its riveting charm," You muttered sarcastically, bringing the cup to your lips.

The woman beside you let out a dry chuckle at your disinterest, "Aren't you a delight. Is that why you turned some people in your village into cows?"

Your head snapped to her and her eyes bore into yours, the hint of her smile now gone. Her stare pierced right through you. Then she shook her head, and she grinned, "Don't worry. It's not the worst conduit moment out there."

You swallowed, a little cautious by the sudden topic of conversation, "Last week the rumour was that I turned my mother's hair green."

Celestia accepted the cup that was put in front of her, taking a big sip all while observing your face. She hummed, "So, which one was it then?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You can tell quite a lot by someone's conduit moment." She shrugged and leaned to face you better.

"What was yours?"

She grinned, wickedly, as if talking to you had been the most entertaining part of her day, "I'll trade you mine for yours."

"Whatever are the two of you gossiping about?" Sabrina sat down in front of you, eyeing you and your rigid posture with clear interest.

Celestia barely acknowledged the girl, eyes still boring into yours. Maybe you were imagining things, or maybe the sudden panic and stress were sending sharp pains to your temples, "Sabrina made her mother fat, did you know?"

Bemused, the blonde nodded, "Hm, I did. Why are we talking about this, though?"

"About what?" Fringilla approached, Darallis and Jutta in tow, following her like puppies in the hopes of Fringilla's grace and power rubbing off on them.

"Y/N's conduit moment."

"Why?"

Finally, Celestia turned to the others and you could breathe again, "Because I want to know what really happened! It must be pretty embarrassing if she hasn't taken to gloating about it."

Sabrina brightened, "What I really want to know is what happened in your room that night when they instructed us to stay inside after we got woken up by all the noise. Jutta told me she could hear yelling before it felt like the walls came tumbling down."

Jutta perked up, ready to defend herself after having seen the accusatory look you'd shot her way, "I was only worried."

Celestia's faux sweet tone made the girl blush in embarrassment, "Hush, we all know you were scared."

Suddenly, the table fell silent, and you knew why when her voice sounded from behind you,

"To my office, pup."

With wide eyes and a stomach rumbling in protest not to leave the hall before you'd eaten, you turned around, "What?! Why?"

"Did you or did you not cut off your garments?" Tissaia pointed at the uneven ragged edge of your dress.

Mouth agape, you stopped, "I-... it was too long."

"And so will your detention be, which I will now extend for the foreseeable future." She gestured for you to stand up.

"But supper-" You hadn't been able to eat after the disgusting plant Tissaia had given you to chew on last night to try and control your mind when it was reeling had made you throw up. Its taste and sensations had finally faded off an hour ago, and you were starving.

However, the look Tissaia gave you shut you up. There was something in her eyes you recognised now. Desperation? Urgency?

All eyes were on you when you got up and followed her out of the central hall, listening to the clicking of her heels against the cobblestone halls. When the two of you were out of earshot and had walked into the hall of her private wing, she deemed it safe enough to speak,

"I fear I will have to speed up some of your lessons, going by what I just interrupted. We will start right away." She turned, eyeing the hem of your dress, "And we will get it tailored for you."

Tissaia opened the door to her office, expecting you to find your usual seat as she went and poured herself a drink. She knew she'd need it with today's private lesson.

You sat down in the chair across her desk much like you'd done every other night for the past three weeks when you'd practised your Chaos with her. Your fear of fire was still very much there, the knowledge that you now could control a tiny flame hardly doing anything to your fast-beating heart when you walked past a fireplace. You'd also still been summoned to sit out your punishment for the night Yennefer had come into your room. Even after three weeks, you still could not fight off the confusion after Tissaia had made it known to you that she'd been aware the two of you had lied, or that Yennefer had just as much blame for it as you had. How had she known? To make matters worse, neither you nor Yennefer had managed to fully transfer the water without breaking the vase or killing the flower, but, as you'd learned from watching each other, you were now closer than ever. You knew it.

It worried you that Tissaia's desk seemed to be empty this time. Usually, she always had something already prepared for you. The mystery of what was to come installed some sense of unease in you.

"We humans are made of so much more than skin and bone. We have a mind that thinks of its own, a heart that wants one thing and a soul that desires another. When you find your way into the world, at court or wherever else the Brotherhood will find need for you, you will understand that a person is made of thoughts and actions often inconsistent with one another. They might think one thing but say another. They might promise to do this, but end up committing to that. Us mages need to be able to poke through that resolve and shield to ensure the balance of the Continent will not be compromised. I am not talking about dallying men trapped in a marriage and keeping it secret that they're in love with another damsel, I'm talking about statesmen, Kings and Queens promising to keep the peace, but going to war."

She rounded her desk and, for the first time ever, sat down in the chair next to you.

"Ensnaring one's mind, uncovering its hidden motives, its fears and its memories, hearing its thoughts and taking in its senses requires a great deal of focus and expertise. Next month, we will start dipping our toes in mind control. All of the girls will be new to it and will know just as little as you do now," Her exclusion of naming you with the other girls, didn't go unnoticed, "But I fear that while they have nothing to lose when a silly little secret or their true feelings get uncovered, your very life could be forfeited when your not-so-little one gets out."

She leaned forward, eyes hard as she tried to make the severity known.

"I do not say this to frighten you, but you cannot let people know what you did, what you survived, and what you can do. And if you do not want to find yourself in just such a predicament, you need to first handle blocking out the prying eyes and ears of your novice classmates before you'll have to ward off suspecting and nosy individuals at court. Do you understand?"

You nodded, letting the information sink.

"Use your words, pup."

"I understand."

Tissaia always knew how to make you feel little, but you couldn't care less right now, sensing what was at stake. Her words scared you.

She sat back, seemingly satisfied with your compliance and attention.

"Keeping someone out of your mind is not the same as taking a peak in someone else's. It requires a different kind of focus and works its energy on another wavelength. While the lesson will start with reading what's deeply hidden within the minds of your classmates, the only thing that you will focus on, is how to keep them out."

You pursed your lips, insecurities taking over, "That's... that's nothing elemental," You thought of the candle and the pitcher of water, the gust of wind, then swallowed.

"It is not. It is a new territory entirely, but one you ought to master sooner rather than later."

She watched you, hearing the many thoughts swirling within, almost growing irritated by the new words already forming before the others had left your brain.

"You've gotten in trouble by not blocking someone out before." She smiled softly when she saw the quick realisation on your face.

"When you knew I had covered for Yennefer?"

Tissaia dipped her head, "I discovered a lie that time, but when you're a mage, especially one at court and surrounded by people trying to bring your Kingdom down to benefit themself, you cannot let yourself waver, you cannot let anyone inside your head to manipulate it, put falsities and insecurities in there and to dig through your weaknesses and knowlege."

"I understand," You repeated before she could ask you to confirm. She needed you to know the severity and importance of this lesson and the ones going forward, but, going by the focused frown of your brows, she knew she had you in the right mind space.

"But first, I will tell you what one can expect to experience when diving into someone's mind. It is good to know what you'll want them to ward off of before you know how to." She continued when you kept your intrigued gaze on her, begging her to continue. You might still not like what had happened, how you'd ended up here, but you weren't daft and knew as well as anyone that this was of importance to your survival. You might still have a death wish, to reconnect with your family, but you had a feeling your death would likely not be fast and unsuspecting if the day ever came.

"Once you've fully mastered the craft, you will instantly find what you are looking for to save yourself the time to plough through one's entire mind, but for you, it will be an overwhelming feat. Smells will fill your nostrils, you'll hear sounds and voices, feel sensations through your body as if you were there to live the memory that's playing out before you. They can be short moments in time that you'll get to see as if you were there yourself, or flitting images of memories tucked further away. It will be an overwhelming feat and you won't know what to focus on. If you do not learn to quiet your mind or block someone out, they will see all that you have ever thought, felt, tasted, heard, smelt and sensed."

You swallowed, taking it in, and then your eyes fluttered to the wall behind Tissaia, where an embroidered banner flag of the Brotherhood hung. As you let her words settle, you realised the explanation sounded oddly familiar to what you'd experienced on your first night here. You'd seen stuff... heard things, that hadn't been entirely your own— they had been Yennefer's. And while you hadn't had an explanation for it then, you'd been given one now.

Tissaia watched an unreadable expression settle on your face.

"You best tell me before I find it out myself."

Though her voice was stern and demanding, her eyes were filled with a careful curiosity as you looked up, "Getting into someone's mind...I think I already did that. Once. That I know of."

She tilted her head to the side, intrigue flashing across her features, "Why do you think that?"

"That night the storm came into my room," You said, not knowing how else to explain it, "There was a moment where I- where we... Yennefer and I, were in each other's head. I think- ... I think it was what sparked my Chaos to implode."

"Both your Chaos." Tissaia reminded you, clearly not wanting you to forget that Yennefer's Chaos had been just as much to blame for the destruction that had occurred, "And if you don't learn to control it, you'll not only implode but explode as well. Which is why we need to start with blocking your mind off right now."

Tissaia had carefully observed both mages throughout the first two weeks, sensing their chaos and how their fizzing rumbling seemed to grow in sound and sensation whenever they were near each other. Whether that was calculated or on pure accident, a happening of fate, she wasn't sure yet. She also wasn't sure what it would mean for the future of the Brotherhood. Young mages this powerful, able to break a Brotherhood barrier, were extremely scarce. Hells, to find any mage at all was already a gift these days. She needed to handle this delicately, think twenty steps ahead and figure out what this could mean for the survival and respect of mages in the Continent. Tissaia had scribbled down all possibilities for the two of you, of what Kingdoms to send you to and how and where the Continent would benefit most from your presence, maybe keep one of you at Aretuza to join her board of teachers once you proved your worth, or perhaps you could be of use for something else entirely. But before she could be certain that she had found liquid gold in two of her newest students, she needed to be sure your excellence wasn't just a momentary fluke.

As usual, Yennefer strolled into the classroom late, wanting to hide her eagerness to control her Chaos by annoying her rectoress.

"You're late," Tissaia stated, watching as the deformed girl's eyes immediately sought out those of yours down the end of the line. "Be a good little piglet and go sit across from our weakling pup."

All the girls watched as Yennefer's face grew with frustration and hurt, but sat down nonetheless. You locked eyes momentarily before Tissaia demanded your attention again,

"Today will be the next step in controlling your Chaos, and in controlling that of others," She started, giving you a quick look, the message clear as day, "But we cannot control the senses of others before we can sit back and watch them from a distance. Every great puppeteer has first spent hours watching a human's movements before making his puppet an extension of himself." Tissaia walked along the row of girls, staring at them intently to sense the state of their Chaos before their task. She peeked in their minds— Annika thought of her sisters, Fringilla of how she was going to be the best out of them all, Sabrina of the praise Tissaia would give her when she succeeded, but as her eyes locked with those of Yennefer's, she stopped her step. Mixed with the frustration clearly meant for her, she could sense something else. A pull... a hint of intrigue... a fastly beating heart and a clear view of Y/E/C coloured eyes. She ignored the glare Yennefer was still sending her way and continued,

"Look at the girl in front of you," She ordered, "Look until a door becomes a window. Seek to understand your partner's greatest fears."

Tissaia didn't even need to lock eyes with you to see the worry flash across your face. Despite the hours spent blocking out Tissaia's prying mind into yours, and having finally succeeded the past week, you were still unsure if you could do it on the spot, with so much pressure in your body. All the practising had left you fatigued, and you weren't quite sure if you had enough energy left to control your Chaos. And to have Yennefer see the destruction of your village, to know you were capable of such terror... and to let her in on the secret you had with your rectoress would mean the end of your deal. But above all, perhaps the thing you feared most was for her to see what lay beneath that all. That even while she'd been distant and rather unkindly to you, she was the closest thing you had to a friend after the hours spent together in Tissaia's office after class. You weren't exactly sure how she would take such pitiful news.

"With our eyes?" Yennefer wondered, not taking hers off yours for even a second. She tried to stall long and hard before blinking each time, hoping an unbroken connection would help enlighten something in yours. If only she could find an answer to the questions swirling beneath her chest.

"No, piglet. With Chaos." Tissaia stopped to stand in front of the row of seated girls, watching her two most promising young mages with great intrigue. If she was right about her suspicions, well, let's just say that immense power could bring immense victory or immense doom, depending on which side the coin fell on.

"Thought transference should flow through you, like learning to dance or swim or kiss."

Feeling Tissaia's eyes on you, you willed yourself to keep eye contact with Yennefer. Surely your rectoress was aware of the consequences that could doom your whole secret bargain and her prestige and authority among the Continent if you failed. Despite the lessons, did that mean she had faith in your potential, or that she held no belief that Yennefer would even succeed at looking beneath the sheath of your mind at all? Tissaia de Vries confused you immensely. She had blamed and belittled you right after the first day she'd brought you into her office, but lately, it was as if something had shifted within her. You often caught her looking at you already with an unreadable expression, and you did not know if you were supposed to feel scared or honoured to have Aretuza's rectoress attention.

That same buzzing that had plagued your head recently, but which you had quickly grown used to as well, reverberated through your head once more as you tried to look at whatever lay behind Yennefer's violet eyes. A crackling sound popped your ears right open and your chest swelled with the same sensation you'd felt right before your Chaos had torn your room apart. It worried you for as long as the feeling lasted until a warm sensation was draped over you, engulfing you in serenity. You felt something tickle beneath your skin, like nimble fingers gently prying and pulling at the threads of your Chaos, wanting to reach out and wrap it in a hug. It was comforting. It was peaceful. It wasn't at all as invasive as it had felt when Tissaia had punctured your mind.

Yennefer's jaw tensed as she clenched her teeth, desperately wanting to get this right, to prove she was not just a waste of space, that she was just as capable and worthy as any other young mage. But her skin tingled too much to pay proper attention. It was as if a thousand tiny ants were crawling above and beneath the surface of her skin. She imagined her Chaos reaching out to yours, clawing at it to pull it closer. A ringing echoed in her ears, and then a blood-curdling scream sounded. She winced slightly in surprise but stayed focused. Determined to dig further, she furrowed her brows in concentration, fighting the urge to look at the rest of your face instead of only your eyes. But no matter how hard she tried, something pushed her away, taking her Chaos away in that progress. She felt warm suddenly, and a thin layer of sweat coated her upper lip when she tried to ward off the serenity wanting to calm her restless Chaos.

"Stop pushing me out," Yennefer spoke softly under her breath, in a focused trance. She knew she'd seen heaps of your memories before, and it had been through a wall, so she was sure she was going to have to succeed now that she was looking right into your eyes, just like the small glimpse Istredd had helped her see. She could do it then, so she had to do it now.

"I'm not doing anything." You replied, your voice barely above a whisper as well. But you were, you were clearing your mind with all your might while blocking out her Chaos each time it jabbed at you. With your concentration at an all-time high, your Chaos reached out to hers, gently guiding it out of your mind while keeping the bond composed and undisturbed.

"Well then maybe you should." She muttered, a little aggravated, for if you did not aid her to let her in, then how was she to succeed?

You blinked, your tone sharp but your hurt evident, "Or maybe you should try harder."

It was all that was needed to get the girl to blink and break her intense stare. She was taken aback, but at the same time knew she could have expected such a retort from you after her comment. She straightened her posture as much as she could and closed her eyes for a few seconds before staring right back into yours again.

Tissaia stiffened her expression as she watched the encounter, eager to see what would happen next. But no other word was exchanged between the two of you, for the next forty minutes at least. It impressed her how both of you were managing to stay still and focused for so long.

Suddenly, you saw a flash of what you could only presume was the Yennefer's past— a tiny fire, a table surrounded by children, the smell of straw and... Yennefer being sold for nothing more but four marks, then being pushed into Tissaia's arms. You perhaps had not seen her biggest fear, but you had seen something that had elicited the same feeling.

Your heart clenched as you felt a wave of unfamiliar emotions hit you all of a sudden, and you realised it was what Yennefer had felt during the flitted memories you had seen. It wasn't an excuse for her harsh behaviour, but you could not help but feel sympathy at the newfound information.

"I'm sorry."

Yennefer licked her lips and tilted her head, confused, "Whatever for?"

You shook your head, not wanting to bring it up in a quiet room full of your classmates, or with rectoress De Vries's eyes burning in the side of your face, or perhaps just not at all.

Suddenly, you realised you didn't really know any of the girls sitting around you. You didn't know their deepest struggles, their biggest fears or their most openly wide gaping wounds. You didn't know much past their names or how far they were with their Chaos. But as you had caught a quick glance in what had only been an hour of Yennefer's life, you suddenly felt closer to any of them than ever. She was different, but all the same. You shared struggles, you shared pain and you shared a longing for a life that would never be again. She wanted to be loved, and you wanted your family back. The two weren't so different when you looked at it.

Your momentary lapse of focus had let the girl in front of you slip through the cracks of your mind, and you watched it happen before your eyes the second it did. You knew Yennefer hadn't seen or smelt any apple tarts this time, going by her startled expression.

"Your village was pillaged, they set it ablaze. You burned with it." She muttered stoically, matter-of-factly, and her face dropped the second you had regained focus and realised the severity of your predicament if she looked a little further. She'd heard the childlike laughter of your siblings, the feel of a horse's mane through your fingers, felt the parental love and then it had all been replaced by death. Yennefer felt guilty for sensing the slight pang of jealousy when she'd realised you'd had a big and loving family that had been your entire world, but it had disappeared as soon as she'd realised what you'd lost, what you'd seen and experienced.

Your chest heaved with the effort it took you to push her out again and to lock away the details of what she'd seen.

Abruptly, as if stung by a bee, Yennefer stood up and crossed the distance to where Tissaia was seated, puffing her cigar and hawk eyes already watching her.

"Y/N's biggest fear is fire."

All the girls broke their connections and stopped to watch. Tissaia stared at the girl in front of her, "Of course, the girl who came here almost burned to a crisp is afraid of fire. Anyone here could have made that assessment."

"Well, it is."

"Is it, pup?"

All eyes now went to you.

Yennefer was right, of course. But there was one thing you feared more than anything else, and the one thing that had come true. Hurting and losing the ones you love. But, perhaps, now that that fear had already happened, there was something else weighing heavily on you— you were afraid to have to tackle this life you had been thrown into alone. It scared you immensely.

"Is it really your greatest fear?

"No." And perhaps it really wasn't. Not anymore. Not after weeks spent working with fire.

"She's lying. I saw what I saw!" Yennefer's frustrated eyes flitted from Tissaia to you. She remembered what else she'd seen make an entrance into her mind, but had deemed insignificant then— cliffsides, the view from on top of towers and the fast beating of your fearful heart that came with it, "Heights. You're afraid of heights."

That's when you realised Yennefer had seen what you had wanted her to see. You had successfully warped her imagination and shown her whatever you had carefully created.

When you didn't say anything, Yennefer glanced back at Tissaia in a plea.

"You take weeks to lift a stone. You can't bend water. You struggle to perform the simplest physical tasks. And now you put me and my lesson to shame by making things up?"

Yennefer's resolve crumbled slightly under Tissaia's hard glare and crushing words, but it was what was said next that dealt the final blow.

"Your worst fear makes such sense. Even if you were a beauty, still, no one would love you."

Tissaia was right, of course, and perhaps it had been exactly the reason why Yennefer lay tossing and turning in bed later that night. She knew that the ugliness of her features had started to seep through to her personality as well, like some sort of shield to keep people from hurting her. If she was rude and brash, no one would realise how their words and stares would hurt. Surely they'd stop after coming to that realisation. And if she hurt them first, they would never dare hurt her in return. It was a play of dominance, a change she'd had to make after arriving at Aretuza, for leading with kindness had never worked out in her old life. Time and time again, her efforts at making friendships and helping villagers out, hovering around them so she wouldn't be alone and could pretend to be part of their conversations, had only ever resulted in harsh hand gestures, cursed words and turned backs to send her off. Which had then resulted in a scolding and beating from her step-father, who'd felt ashamed that the villagers had come complaining about his strange stepdaughter. Yennefer knew she wasn't lovable. And if she ever found someone willing to look past her deformities, they surely would wince and run when they'd realised how rotten she'd become on the inside as well.

Then she heard it— a set of soft knocks on her door. She'd almost played it off as a sound born from her sleep-deprived state, but no, someone was really knocking on her door. She kicked her sheets off in a huff, made it to the door and threw it open, ready to give them a piece of her mind. She had half expected one of her so-called friends to knock for some late-night gossip. And although the girl in front of her was a classmate, yes, she wasn't exactly a friend.

Taken by surprise, Yennefer's voice was small when she muttered, "Y/N?"

"You were right. I don't like fire." You pushed out, as if you could no longer bear to live with the deceit. "And I don't necessarily like heights either."

"Why couldn't you have said that when it mattered?"

Yennefer stared at you, brows furrowed, jaw locked and a clear mix of fury, defeat and annoyance etched into her features as you had been the one behind her humiliation when you'd kept silent.

You didn't have an answer to her question, so you stood there and watched her. She raised her brows, clearly waiting for whatever you'd knocked for to come out of your mouth.

"We weren't set out to like each other, were we?"

Yennefer snorted, opened the door further and walked off to the fireplace. It was a clear invitation to enter her room, so you took it. Her perceptive eyes watched as you approached, standing right beside her in front of the fireplace, hands tightly clasped together behind your back. You might have felt a little more confident around flames, but reaching out to warm your hands to them and risking letting your Chaos take over felt a little too daring.

"I did extend you an olive branch, or have you forgotten?"

"You couldn't have approached me at a worse time," You sighed, remembering the absolute horror you'd felt as the trauma of what had happened had still coursed through your veins when Yennefer had slipped into your room that very first night to introduce herself. "And your approach wasn't exactly tactile or peaceful either, but I've grown to accept that's just how you handle things— impetuous and direct."

Yennefer would've glared at you, had your tone not been soft instead of accusatory. You were merely stating the obvious without further judgment.

You added, somewhat amused, "I still think it wouldn't hurt to be a little kinder, though."

Yennefer nibbled her lip, taking your words into consideration. She looked back up at you, contemplating hard. Everything inside of her wanted her to push out a harsh retort so you would back off, but you weren't hurting her. Not really. You had come here, for her, to apologise. You weren't here to make fun of her, nor did you look at her differently whenever your eyes met hers. Nor did you ever gape at her hunched back or crooked jaw. And you weren't being rude to her, you were... merely pointing out her behaviour. It was a welcome feeling to be treated like a normal human being. To be judged for her actions and not for her looks.

"What if I were to ask again?"

It was quiet for a little while, only the cracking of the fire filling the silence. Yennefer felt her insecurity eat at her and was ready to take her words back when a gentle grin tugged at the corners of your mouth,

"I'll have to think about it."

Yennefer cracked the tiniest smile in return, feeling normal under your gaze. Then, you turned on your heel and she watched you walk towards the door. You lingered in the doorway,

"I'll see you at detention tomorrow. Somehow I just know tomorrow's the day we'll finally transfer water."

As you left, Yennefer was just as restless as before, but for the right reasons this time.

𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 <3

#yennefer of vengerberg x reader #yennefer x reader #yennefer imagine #yennefer of vengerberg imagine #the witcher imagines #yennefer of vengerberg fic #the witcher imagine #everytime you leave

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lumenflowered · 4 months ago

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[A video is attached. It's unclear who's filming, but if the fact that Dee—currently wrapped up in a cozy-looking blanket—has her own device lying next to her is any indication, whoever is filming is probably using Maria's Pokégear, which gives it fairly high odds of being Ade.

"I... would like to ask a question, if that is... if that is alright."

At a glance, Dee still seems visibly shaken, which is kind of impressive considering she is literally a sentient doll. She's sitting on what seems to be some sort of pull-out couch bed, in what appears to be someone's spare room. Her Persian is sprawled over the rest of the bed, as well as her lap.

"Of course," Maria says. "More than alright."

Dee sighs. Her shoulders slump.

"...Why do you care about me at all? Mallory, I think I understand, even if she insists she's terrible at caring about anyone... but why you? I... I only exist because someone you trusted..."

"It would be incredibly unfair of me," Maria says after a moment, "to blame you for the actions of another. You aren't Gehrman. You aren't me, either."

"But... that nightmare..."

"It was sent specifically to harm you. As mailed nightmares so often are." Maria sighs. "You aren't the first who has been forced to relive what I lived, that day. Nor are you the first to take it poorly. I don't believe anyone would take it well, though I suppose some would be less affected than others."

"...Eileen. Right." Dee sighs. "Do you ever wonder what happened to our Eileen? Mallory doesn't know. Not that she likes admitting it."

"I... hope that, wherever she might be, she is alright," Maria says quietly. "Though I would settle for alive."

"As would I..."

"Well," Maria says after a brief pause, "I rather doubt I'm the only Faller who has ended up in another place by way of death. So it is quite possible, that if she died..."

"I hope so."

"As do I."

Both women fall silent for a time. Dee runs a hand through her Persian's fur absently, something he responds to with a sleepy mrrp and by rolling over. Eventually, she reaches for her own device.

"I should likely... let others know..."

"Wait," Maria says, suddenly.

Dee hesitates. "Is... something wrong?"

"I... not exactly, but..."

There's a look in Maria's eyes, suddenly, as if she's come to a decision. As if, on all levels but physical, she's decided: fuck it, we ball. Or she would have if that was one of the handful of modern phrases she'd decided she liked enough to incorporate into her own vocabulary, but the sentiment remains.

"I've had... relatively little connection to those I was unfortunate enough to consider my blood relations, over the years," Maria says. "Even before I died. Even before I left without looking back. My parents were... they cared more about keeping up appearances than about who I was. And the less that is said about Annalise, the better."

"Who... never mind," Dee says quietly. "I'm... not quite certain where you are going with this?"

"Fortunately," Maria continues, "family doesn't have to be by blood. The blacksmith working there did more for me than my blood family ever did—I sincerely hope he made it out, before the end—and... there was a time I, foolishly, considered my mentor within the Hunters to be family as well."

"...You mean Gehrman."

"Clearly, he saw things differently than I," Maria says with no small amount of bitterness in her voice. "I hope neither of us ever have to deal with him again, but that isn't... this isn't about him."

"I'm still not sure where this is..."

"This is about you," Maria says, and Dee immediately falls silent. "If I was someone else, this might be where I'd say something about how I'd always wanted a sister, but I'm not someone else, and I have no desire to lie to you. It was better that I was an only child, when I was young. That I had no siblings to protect, for I could scarcely protect myself in those days."

Maria breathes out slowly, and holds out a gloved hand to Dee, from where she's sitting on the edge of the bed. "But things are different now. We are both different now. I'll confess I don't have any idea of how this would normally work, but I don't believe either of us have to, and others have been assuming we are related for quite some time regardless."

Dee stares at the offered hand. She's frozen in place, and stopped petting Gascoigne the Persian, who mrrs in clear displeasure at the fact that she's stopped.

"We are related," Dee says quietly. "But not in the way that others frequently assume."

"We could be," Maria says, continuing to hold out her hand. "If you're open to it. I consider you to be family, perhaps the last I have left. Whether you consider me the same... that is not a decision I, or anyone else, can—or should—make for you."

Dee stares at the offered hand for a little longer. Gascoigne mrrps louder.

At last, she takes it, with a faint smile. "I... yes. I think I'd like that. But I do have a question related to this..."

"Of course," Maria says.

"...What is a sister?"

The video ends.]

#ooc: I need to update the intro post again lmao #ooc: that. I'll do that later #ooc: I'm hungry #passing stranger #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 6 months ago

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"YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING BABE"

Another Logan story, cause why not honestly

(Here you have another soft and cute story about him @loganhowlettshousewife I hope you like it) 🧡

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Logan has stolen Scott's bike, again.

But this time there is an explanation.

He had a date.

It turns out that the new chemistry teacher at the X-Mansion had not been oblivious to the glances he threw at her when they met in the hallways as she had led him to believe. Logan knew that she had feelings for him. He didn't know exactly if it was curiosity, fear or simply friendly affection.

Every time they talked, the sweet smell of tension that emanated was palpable, so he decided to ask her to spend the day together.

Despite being a teacher, a job that requires you to be outgoing, she was shy with him. Her blushes were common every time she spoke to him and her tongue was tangled, thus demonstrating how much his closeness affected her.

Howlett didn't think she would accept, but to his surprise she did.

That's how they had ended up on Scott's bike, heading to the forest outside the city. Logan wanted to take her to a specific place, so he left the bike in the parking lot and gestured for her to follow him.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked once. "You didn't bring me here to kill me, did you?"

"Believe me, princess," he murmured. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd know."

"Don't say that," she whispered timidly. Logan stopped, leaning against a tree in a casual manner.

"What?" he asked amused.

"Princess," he muttered, blushing violently. "I don't like you calling me that."

"Okay, keep lying to yourself," he paused. "Princess," he concluded, leading the way again.

"Logan!" she shrieked after him. He smiled amused. "How much longer?"

"We're there," he said, looking at the landscape in front of them.

She gaped at the image before her. It was a river.

A river in the middle of the forest. And he had brought her there.

"Logan," she murmured, moved. He could see the exact moment when one of the walls behind which she was hiding broke before him. "It's beautiful," she whispered, looking at him. "How did you know of its existence?"

"I came to see it a few days ago," he said. "In one of our conversations, you said that you felt more comfortable surrounded by your element." He pointed to the water and the plants. "This place seemed the most suitable for our date."

"Thank you," she whispered, noticing how her heart warmed inside her chest. "It's very kind of you."

The young woman raised her wrist with her palm facing up. Instantly, the plants in the place responded to her call, stretching and contracting until they formed a fluffy towel where they could both sit. Logan sat down next to her.

For the first few minutes, they devoted themselves to observing the river in silence. They just stood there listening to the sound of the water hitting the rocks, as well as the whistling of the air between the branches of the trees.

"I'm sorry," she said, breaking the silence. He watched her closely. "I'm supposed to say something, but I really don't know what to say." He sighed. "I'm not very good at these things."

"You don't have to say anything, babe," he reassured her. "It's okay."

"Okay," she sighed, raising her wrist again, this time to draw water from the river toward her.

Logan watched in fascination as she shaped the water into a rose. She handed it to him.

"It's for you," he said, "as a thank you for what you've done for me."

"It's beautiful," he whispered, holding it in his hand.

Suddenly, the air became thicker between them. Logan could feel his pulse racing, the blood pooling in his cheeks and lower abdomen.

-Logan… -she whispered as he slowly approached her lips without touching them-

-Hm? -she murmured, looking away from her eyes to her mouth-

-Kiss me -she muttered, causing a guttural growl to come out of Logan's throat-

His lips connected with hers in a tender kiss full of need. He held her face in his hands, bringing her closer to him, while she put her arms around his neck to support herself. He could feel her muscles contracting under his touch.

Suddenly Logan felt a great torrent of water soak them both. He separated from her for a few moments, holding her by the shoulders. The river water had poured over them, which had only one plausible explanation.

-I'm sorry -she murmured, looking at him with shame reflected in her eyes- when I'm nervous, it's hard to control my powers

-So nervous, huh, princess? -she smiled mischievously- I wouldn't call it that, I'd say you're…

-Don't you dare say it, Mr. Howlett -she reprimanded him, raising her index finger in the attitude of an angry teacher, which only excited Logan-

-Okay, I won't say it -she whispered, approaching his mouth again-

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isaacapatow · 2 years ago

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* * #ARES' HOUSE CONVO WITH @aresmelaina

a simple task, derailed by the subject of lucien. ares figures out that renee got ike injured but presses to find out more. ike snaps his jaw shut on ares' throat.

Ares Melaina: -Ares had gotten up surprisingly early; he'd just made himself a cup of instant coffee when he heard some noises coming from the doorway; making his way to the front he saw Isaac currently making his way in- Hey, Ike, what are you- -he raises an eyebrow, glancing at the stuff Ike is carrying- Are you trying to build something?

Ike: Uh, yeah I'm trying to build something. -gestures around with his hammer at the entirety of ares' house- I'm putting in a god damn door, first of all. How are you living without a door? Don't fuckin' ... animals and shit get in?

Ares Melaina: I used to have a door. The hinges broke. It's in the living room, now. And it's been alright with the animals, just a few cats. And a rat. Once. -Ares leans up against the hallway door as he eyes Ike- Didn't know you could... build things. Guess that's why you left so soon yesterday.

Ike: I can do a ton of shit you got no clue about, kid. I'm a one-man show. -heads into the living room to look for the door, inspecting the hinges with a grunt- Well, it's an easy fix, at least. The wood's still viable to just replace the hinges. Did somebody ... knock your door down? Little pig, little pig?

Ares Melaina: -he follows Ike into the living room, taking a sip from his coffee as he watches the older man, huffing out in amusement- Nah. I mean - I guess I knocked it down when I came home late. -from the bar, after that talk with Mayra, half-drunk- Don't think anybody breaks into houses here. -he considers Ike curiously, carefully- You sure you're fit to work with- he gestures to his head, the stitches visible-

Ike: Yeah, yeah. It's good for me to keep up a little bit of work while I'm recovering, y'know? Physically and mentally. You can use all those muscles you're covered with and do the heavy lifting for me. -motions ares over- C'mon. Hold the door while I get these bum hinges off. We've had break-ins, from time to time. Nothing big, really -- mostly people pissed at each other, getting back at each other. Anybody liable to wanna get back at you, Ares?

Ares Melaina: Alright. You know what you're doing. -he walks over and grabs the door; the discomfort the comment causes almost makes him wince before he puts on a grin- No sir. Unless Silvy decided to go rogue. Or you changed your mind. -his grip on the door tightens ever so slightly; he wants to change the topic- Sounds like something you might have experience with. People wanting to get back at you.

Ike: Oh, I don't think Silvy would be likely to come for you. She talked to the Council, that's her speed. Firefighters don't go rogue. -starts unscrewing the hinges, prying them off once they're loose enough- I didn't change my mind on you. We squared it, didn't we? Out on the forest floor, me playing the tom-toms on that pretty face of yours? -glances up at ares, steadily, waiting till the younger man meets his eyes- We squared it. We're fine. You're my raider, you belong to me, so we're square. -inspects the splintered areas, making a sound of satisfaction- Yeaaaah, people don't like me much until they get to know me. Or they don't like me because they got to know me. But I don't own anything anybody would want to steal.

Ares Melaina: -he meets Ike's gaze after a moment, swallowing at the comment- Yeah. Guess we're square then. -he turns his attention back to the door and Ike's working hands- That happened to you? Somebody figured out who you were and then they stopped liking you? -his gaze turns back to Ike for a moment- Are you talking about Luc?

Ike: -his hands pause at ares' question, then pick up again, breaking off a small section of wood- Why would you guess Lucien?

Ares Melaina: -he notices the pause, his gaze flickers from Isaac's hands to his face- 'Cause Lucien wasn't too happy when you beat me up. And I'm figuring you guys argued and you told him some things about me. That he doesn't believe.

Ike: That's nice, isn't it? That somebody was unhappy that you got beat up? -his voice is slightly mocking, but then ike sighs, straightening and pressing one hand against the door, putting more pressure against ares holding it- We argued. He socked me one, said some stuff that wasn't exactly untrue. Did he tell you that part?

Ares Melaina: -he grips the door tighter- And he said he can't throw a punch. -he shakes his head, both in mild disbelief and in response to Ike- He was pretty vague overall. I figured you told him about the.. the shit I pulled at the Halfway House. -he eyes Ike curiously- What did Luc say about you?

Ike: You know your brother. Writers tend to cut to the quick with their words when they wanna. -leaves ares with the door to go fetch his other tools and the parts he's brought, sorting in the bag- That I'm an asshole, aims above my station, on a power trip... -finds some sandpaper and returns to the door, starting to work on the splinters- Rotten to the bone.

Ares Melaina: Jesus. -he grimaces slightly and turns quiet for a moment- I don't think he means that. The rotten to the bone part at least. -he watches Ike work intently, taking in the movements- He said you're still his friend.

Ike: I know. -slows his sanding, blowing away some dust, before giving it a few more passes- People like it that I'm rotten to the bone. It's comforting to be friends with somebody who you know is guaranteed to be worse than you. -points at ares- Keep holding it. I have hinges.

Ares Melaina: -his gaze turns from Ike's work back to the man himself- Jesus, Ike. What the hell? -he hesitates a moment before he leans the door back up against the wall- Luc isn't like that. He isn't friends with you to make himself feel better. I know my brother. He isn't the type. -he grimaces- You aren't okay, are you?

Ike: -makes an irritated, protesting sound when ares moves the door away- I was working on that. -he frowns deeper as ares continues, face going closed off by the end of it- I don't know what you're talking about.

Ares Melaina: -he steps up to Ike, getting just a bit into his space as he looks up at the older man- Something happened -he pauses for a moment- Or a lot of shit did and it's coming out now. The hell happened?

Ike: -more obviously irritated now, scowling at ares- Of course something happened. I got my head torn open, is what happened. It's put a tiny bit of a fucking damper on my otherwise sunny outlook.

Ares Melaina: So, you're upset because you got yourself injured on a raid? We get hurt all the time. -he narrows his eyes, his brain working- Something is different about this time. Something happened on that raid, didn't it?

Ike: -keeps staring at him, mouth set hard and jaw working, but doesn't contradict ares-

Ares Melaina: -he seems to be piecing things together- Renee got you hurt, didn't she. That's why we're not allowed to bring her. -his eyes are unwavering as he meets Ike's- What did she do to you?

Ike: -folds his arms, scowling harder, huffing out a heavy breath-

Ares Melaina: Ike. -Ares suddenly pushes in closer, his face hardens, his eyes narrow- What did she do to you? Talk to me.

Ike: -lifts his chin, very slowly, and regards ares with a narrow, glittering stare- I'm keeping you safe, not taking her anywhere. That's all you need to know. I'm not a fuckin' tattletale.

Ares Melaina: -he meets the stare, not averting his own gaze- No. No, I think I should know more. You said I belong to you. I'm your raider. If she tried to hurt you, then I gotta know.

Ike: She didn't... -relents, a little, at that- She didn't try to hurt me. She didn't listen. She ran off because she was mad at me, and went into the clinic before I had a chance to assess it.

Ares Melaina: -he listens, quietly- Jesus. Fuck. I mean I get why you're not wanting us to take her out again. But- -he shakes his head- That doesn't alone explain why you're acting like that. Like people only want you around because of what you can give them. Why- Did someone else hurt you?

Ike: Why the hell is this so important to you, Ares? I handle my own business. -sneers, his voice going lower, curdling with a sudden fury- I fucking handle everyone's business. This is just your first look inside the slaughterhouse.

Ares Melaina: -he seems taken aback by the venom for a moment, but quickly catches himself- So it's a lot of shit that built up, huh? This isn't the first time you're doing that. You're just tired of it now. -his mind is working quickly- You're scared that's all you are. Just someone who handles things.

Ike: -is in a full-on cold rage now, his mouth in a steep downturn as he steps up so close to ares they're almost nose-to-nose- Don't you goddamn think you can psychoanalyze me, boy. You don't understand a thing about how I work. Just because I was able to get into that worm-ridden little brain of yours and see that you miss getting put on your knees by the fuckin' lifers when you were doing time, it doesn't mean you can turn the tables on me. You're nowhere near ready to do that. You don't have what it takes. -grabs the back of ares' head, shaking him hard- Bring this up with me again and you'll wish you tore your tongue outta your fucking head before you said word one.

Ares Melaina: -he instinctively reaches to grab Ike's arm, wrapping his fingers around it as he meets his gaze as Ike gets in close: his eyes widen; he swallows, his heart thumping, pulse throbbing against Ike's hand; he stares at him for a few seconds, taking a moment before responding- Yessir.

Ike: -his stare dots back and forth against ares' face after the younger man concedes, and then ike breaks it, grinning broad and sharklike, sliding his hand from ares' hair to the side of his neck, thumb fetched up hard against his voicebox and digging in- Yes SIR! See, you do know how to get along with me just fine! I like having conversations with you, Ares. You need reminding of the rules every now and again, but it's never boring. And there ain't nothin' I hate worse than boring! -lets go, moving back to pick up one of the new hinges- Get that door again.

Ares Melaina: -he makes a choked noise when Ike presses down on his voice box; when Ike let's go Ares has to take a step back, eyes still widened as he seems to seize Ike up, adjusting- Yes. Sir. I mean Ike. -he responds, voice ever so slightly raspy as he pulls up the door again, heart still thumping in his chest to the point that it seems hard to hold his hands still-

Ike: -they finish up the work near-silently and hang the door, none of it too strenuous; ike collects his things and heads out, stopping to test the door one last time- See that you keep that chinny-chin-chin shut, little pig. Or I'll be back to blow your house in.

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#with: ares #c: are003

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a-pink-beau · 8 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 #4 - Reticent

Summary: A never ending stream of letters from family are repeatedly ignored.

Content Warnings: None

Spoilers: ARR, Heavensward, Stormblood, Shadowbringers, Endwalker

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Tataru waves down Momodi. Momodi, the proprietor of the Quicksand spots the small hand poking over the counter and walks over and peers down from her footstool to see Tataru waving up at her.

“Ah, Tataru! Here to pick up your mail?” Momodi asks, already fishing out the stack of letters from its hiding spot.

“As always!” Tataru cheers, pulling her satchel from her hip to in front of her, readying it.

“The Drowning Wench is late again as usual, so you’ll have to grab them next time, but here is what the Quicksand and the Roost have received since you’ve last been.” Momodi hands two stacks of letters to Tataru.

“Thank you, Momodi. I’ll be back again in a week.” Tataru nods her head as a goodbye and turns and walks toward the exit, thumbing through the letters. “Bill, bill, Papalymo, bill, Lehon’a, Minfilia, oh!” A particular letter catches her eye. “Haven’t had one of these ones before.” She tucks the letters in her satchel and heads off back to the Waking Sands.

_ _ _

Tataru pencils something into her ledger, standing on her chair at the entrance to the Waking Sands. Lehon’a and Ar’beunti walk in the door, talking amongst themselves. Lehon’a gives her a friendly hello and a wave as they walk by, Ar’beunti flashes her hand but does not make eye-contact with Tataru. “Oh, um, Ar’beunti. You have mail.”

Ar’beunti stops in her tracks, confusion contorting her face.

“Why? -I mean, from who?” Tataru takes another look at the letter.

“Looks like it’s from an Ar’lapi Dah.” Ar’beunti’s confusion turns to concern. Lehon’a looks at Ar’beunti.

“Someone from the Ar clan? Someone you know then? Family?” Ar’beunti stands frozen, eyes looking back and forth from Lehon’a and the letter in Tataru’s hands.

“My mom…” Beau answers in disbelief. “How did that letter get here?” Beau asks, almost as if accusing Tataru of something.

“I pick up all the mail from the adventure’s guilds, anything addressed to me or any of the scions gets consolidated in Ul’dah and I bring them back here. It keeps our location a secret but we can still receive letters.” Tataru extends a letter each to Ar’beunti and Lehon’a. Lehon’a grabs his, looks at the sender and smiles. Ar’beunti just looks at her letter in disgust.

“You can just throw it out.” Beau says, and walks to the stairs that lead to the Waking Sands.

“Throw out a letter from your mom?” Lehon’a looks hurt, glancing down at the letter from his own mother. Ar’beunti doesn’t respond, and falls out of view down the stairs.

“I’ll… I’ll just hold onto this for now, I think. In case she changes her mind.” Tataru says, partly to herself, before tucking the letter away.

_ _ _

“Another letter from your mother, Ar’beunti! I kept the first if you’d like to read them both.”

“No, no need.”

_ _ _

“Letter for you, Ar’beunti. It’s from your mother.”

“No thanks.”

_ _ _

“Mail for you!”

“Nope.”

_ _ _

“Uh, Ar’beunti?”

“Don’t want it.”

_ _ _

“Mail for you, Ar’beunti. I’ll put it with the rest.”

_ _ _

“Mail for you, Ar’beunti. I’ll just put it with the rest.”

_ _ _

“Mail for you, Beau. I’ll put it with the others.”

_ _ _

“Mail for you, Beau. I’ll set it with the rest.” And on it continued. Every letter, ignored. But they persisted. Ar’beunti never replied. Even after defeating the Ultima Weapon, or after Nidhog and Thordan VII were defeated, or after helping liberate Ala Mhigo and Doma, or after returning from the First. Through all this time, the letters never stopped.

Then the Final Days arrived. And the letters stopped.

The Warriors of Light would defeat The Endsinger and bring an end to the Final Days, the people of Etheirys saved. For the first time in a long time, the Warriors of Light would get a taste of peace.

_ _ _

“...Tataru…” Beau said sheepishly over the counter of Tataru Taru’s Boutique. Tataru, folded some papers away and hopped up on the footstool behind the counter.

“How can I help, Beau?” Beau tries a few different words on her lips as she thinks of what to say.

“I know you’re not our receptionist anymore… but I was wondering if you’ve gotten any letters from my mom lately? It’s been a long while since you had mentioned anything.” Beau’s voice wavers ever so slightly as she speaks. Tataru’s smile fades upon hearing the Warrior of Light’s request. She pulls out a notebook from her pocket and begins leafing through it. Page after page she flips, until near the back of the booklet.

“Sorry, Beau, but it’s been months since I’ve gotten anything from her…” Tataru’s voice fades, trying to not imply what the absence of letters may mean.

“Since before the Final Days.”

“Yeah… before the Final Days. I’m sorry, Beau…” The two sit in silence for a moment, Beau takes a deep breath and wipes her eye. Many lives had been lost to despair. Those most susceptible to fear and hopelessness. Beau’s parents were not strong willed people. “I still have all her other letters stored away and the Rising Stone-”

“No thank you, Tataru. That’s okay.” Beau stands in front of the boutique for a moment longer, before turning and leaving. Maybe Tataru’s surprise gift for the Warriors of Light would be more suited for Beau in particular.

_ _ _

Lehon’a and Beau sit along the shore of their (well mostly Beau’s) Island Sanctuary, watching the sun set. Basking in the reward of months of (Beau’s) hard work getting the island into shape.

“Have you ever thought to actually go look for them yourself?” Lehon’a asks, playing with the drink in her hand. Lehon’a looks to Beau, who keeps her eyes on the setting sun.

“Wouldn’t do me any good. If they transformed… turned into blasphemies… there’d be nothing left to look for.” Beau takes a deep breath. “At least this way, I can still hold out hope that they’re maybe still alive out there somewhere. Rather than confirm that they aren’t.”

“Wouldn’t you want to talk to them?” Beau sits in silence for a moment.

“I don’t know what I’d say. I never can seem to find the words to express how I feel about them. I was barely 18 summers old when I left. That was five years ago.” Lehon’a wants to say something, but it looks to her that Beau doesn’t want words right now. “I never said goodbye.” Beau brings her knees to her chest, her eyes slightly misty.

“Would reading those letters help?” Beau shakes her head.

“Definitely not. I’d probably hate whatever they said. ‘What you’re doing is dangerous,’ ‘come back home,’ ‘the world will only hurt you.’” Beau scoffs, swipes up some sand and throws it out in front of her. “Seeing the letters arrive was just a way to know they were okay.”

Beau catches some movement out on the water. It’s a small row boat. “Looks like your ride is here.” Lehon’a raises an eyebrow.

“What ride? The boat I came in is right there.” Lehon’a points to a similar sized rowboat parked further down the shore line. Both Warriors of Light now confused, stand up and look closer at the small boat rowing toward them.

There they spot a small pink-clad lalafell hopping up and down on the small raft waving her arms wildly.

The boat gets closer and they can make out that it is in fact, Tataru. A big smile on her face, and in one of her hands, a letter.

#ffxiv #ffxiv write 2024 #my wol #ar'beunti nuva #not my wol #lehon'a nhavareh #tataru taru

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aresmelaina · 1 year ago

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GROOMING

where Vivienne grooms Ares, and Ares promises to come over to her house sometime @vivienneastor

Ares Melaina -With Lucien having gone home to take a shower and sleep and Nicki having gone out, Ares is bored. He's trying to focus on one of the books Lucien brought him when he hears footsteps and lights up as soon as he sees Vivy appearing in the doorway- Oh, hey. -he smiles, drops the book to the side and makes an effort to sit up- Did you get hurt or are you here to visit me?

Vivienne Astor I'm not hurt. I'm not likely to ever go where I'm liable to be hurt. -she comes over to him, glancing at the book that had been discarded so immediately in favour of her company, and pats Ares' hip- Move over. I'm going to sit on your bed with you.

Ares Melaina Hey, it can happen anywhere. -Ares almost immediately scoots, until he can feel the metal railing press against his shoulder.- I'm glad you're visiting me, though. I was gonna come find you once I was able to get up.

Vivienne Astor Were you now? -Vivienne regards him for a moment, then reaches to smooth his hair, tucking it behind Ares' ear- Why were you going to look for me, little one? Did you have something to tell me? Or show me?

Ares Melaina I don't know if you've went there yet. -Ares leans into the touch almost instinctively- I put up the cross for Hunter. You weren't able to go out while the Daybreaker stuff was happening. I, uh, put some flowers there. Hope that was okay. I don't know if he liked flowers.

Vivienne Astor -for a moment, Vivienne goes still, as still as if she'd been sitting on his bed touching Ares' ear from the beginning of time; then slowly she moves her hand to cup the back of his head- He loved flowers. He pretended they were for his wife, or for me. But he loved flowers. -slowly, she turns in the bed, her fingers against the back of Ares' neck as she kisses him, on the mouth first and then against one of his eyelids- Thank you.

Ares Melaina -He holds still, only letting out a little breath when she reveals Hunter loved flowers. The kiss isn't sudden, it's slow, affectionate in a way Ares isn't used to- No problem. I'm glad he liked flowers. Did he have a favorite? -His voice is quiet, because she's close. Ares raises his hand to gently touch her arm, then thinks differently and puts it back down, next to hers on the sheets- Do you like them?

Vivienne Astor Lilies. He liked all sorts of lilies. I wondered sometimes if he liked them because he thought of them as an Asian flower. -Vivienne smiles, bittersweet, and lets her eyes drift closed for a moment with how quiet Ares is; she misses his movement, that way, his rethought near-touch of her arm- I don't care about lilies. I like gerbera daisies. They're … silly. Cheerful. They don't know that they are and that's what makes them my favourite.

Ares Melaina You must've really loved him. -there's love and pain in her voice. He doesn't want to disturb her as she closes her eyes. There's a spark of recognition when she mentions daisies, there ever since the ranch- They're probably nothing like the regular daisies. I always liked those. -after a moment of hesitation, he shifts his hands, gently putting his fingers on top of hers- I put snowdrops on his grave. I can ask Mayra if she has gerbera daisy seeds. Or lily seeds. We could plant them.

Vivienne Astor But that's beautiful. Snowdrops. Quite appropriate as a funereal flower. -she lets his hand stay on hers, then curves closer to Ares- How hurt are you, little one? -Vivienne regards him for a moment herself, but then reaches to the side of the bed where she'd put down the zip pouch she'd brought with her, picking it up to open it*-

Ares Melaina -she doesn't pull away, just allow him to touch her, which he takes as a good sign- I'm okay. I mean, doctor says I'm over the worst already. Can't really leave the clinic for now, though. -he looks down at the pouch she's brought, looking at it curiously. He can faintly smell citrus, maybe coming from her- You brought something? Is it that oil? What was it called… negroni? Neroli?

Vivienne Astor Neroli. -she repeats it patiently, without an accompanying mean remark- The laundry scent that suited you so well. -Vivienne touches Ares' chin, tilting him about, and then tuts quietly- Aiya. Nobody's been grooming you. All stuck together. -producing a comb, she starts to swiftly part and comb through his hair in quick, masterful movements- I used to do this for Zack. And Hunter.

Ares Melaina Neroli. Right. -he relaxes, letting her tilt him around, taking the genle chiding in a stride- Sorry. -he offers, but she's already combing through his hair, quickly and elegantly. He melts a little into it- You did? I bet they enjoyed that a lot. It feels nice.

Vivienne Astor Yes, I believe they both enjoyed it very much. Boys do like being groomed, in general. -finishing combing out his hair, Vivienne wipes some neroli oil onto the comb and repeats the process again before putting the comb away- You should have your wounds tended with oil as they heal, too. So you don't get too many scars. -she sits back, regarding Ares' torso- Let me see.

Ares Melaina -Ares relaxes into the grooming, the scent of citrus filling the air, making him feel comfortable, relaxed as she puts him into shape again- Really? I didn't know that. -Ares doesn't hesitate, tugging up his shirt. His sternum is a bruised mess, small cuts and scrapes litter his upper body, already healing up- Does every oil work?

Vivienne Astor Not every oil. But even in this depleted world it's not hard to doctor some varieties that would help your skin knit back together soft… -Vivienne brushes her fingers against the edge of a bruise, the raised seam of a cut- …and smooth. -she does frown slightly after that, taking in the rest of the terrain- You have many scars already, Ares.

Ares Melaina -he breathes in softly as she brushes up against the bruise, so gently it doesn't hurt. Goosebumps rise on his skin from the touch. He notices the change in her expression, realizing she must've seen the rest of his body- Sorry. I got scraped up a lot of fights. Probably doesn't make much sense to use the oils on me. -he smiles, light-heartedly-

Vivienne Astor -her brows flick when he apologizes and her gaze goes a little fixed, like she's listening to a ghost from the past; by the time he finishes talking Vivienne's expression has firmed- I'll tend to your wounds myself. I know you have an unpredictable schedule, when you work. I can adjust to it. Think of it as -- a form of physical therapy.

Ares Melaina Really? -Ares lights up and meets her firm look, and it looks like she's already decided- I'd like that. That'd be great, actually. Thanks. -he smiles- I'll try not to be late. Do I come to your place? You, uh, live with Zack, right?

Vivienne Astor I've moved, actually. -Vivienne pushes further into the bed, taking charge and smoothing Ares' shirt down again, moving him so his head is rested against her collarbone so she can clasp him there- I'm in the green-roofed house by the supermarket. Recently vacated. You know it, I believe.

Ares Melaina -he soaks up the contact, relaxing against her with a soft sigh one arm draped around her.- Oh yeah, that's Fleet's house. -his brows furrows as he seems to think through what that might mean- So you don't live with Zack anymore? -he looks up at her- Is that okay for you?

Vivienne Astor It is not. Okay for me. -her tone is brittle, right up front, but then Vivienne shakes her head slightly, relaxing it- But it will have to be, and that might be the best thing in the long run. Since I'm here for the long run.

Ares Melaina Yeah. It might be. -he presses his face against her collarbone, squeezing her just a little more tightly- If you feel like you want somebody there, I don't mind coming over.

Vivienne Astor Is that so? -it's a question but Vivienne sounds smooth and unhurried in answering it, and she tips Ares' chin up so she can kiss his mouth; also smooth and unhurried, more sampling him than anything else before parting- You should, then. Come over to my house.

Ares Melaina -he doesn't protest, just like he didn't protest being shifted or touched before, both accepting and enjoying. When she kisses him, he kisses her back, warm and affectionate- Okay. Then I'm gonna come over. You just have to tell me when. -he settles right back against her- Unless you don't mind me showing up unannounced.

Vivienne Astor I'm often home. We don't have phones, at any rate, for you to call before visiting. You're a strapping boy, you can search for me if you want to come over. -she goes bck to petting him-

Ares Melaina Okay, I'm gonna. Once I'm out of here. Would you mind if I stayed the night? -he sighs contentedly. The warmth of her and the affectionate touches are starting to make him sleepy. His fingers trail over her back in circles-

Vivienne Astor You may. There's room enough in my new house for you to stay. And I like having someone in the house. -she pauses, surprised by the truth of the statement, and doesn't say anything further, waiting to hear Ares drift off into sleep before closing her eyes as well-

#with: viv #pd: viv001

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lifewiththelulus · 2 years ago

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Omg what if the kids sneak away to get them alone, thinking they’ll be doing whatever grown ups do on dates. But really Reef and Atlantis send the whole time trying to find them and worrying out of there minds. They eventually sit down to take a break and try to comfort one another about finding them.

Atlantis would freak out at first, and look absolutely everywhere calling for the three of them She probably gets so worried she gets sick in the bushes before sitting down. She's always been a little over protective of them and losing them like this was stressful as all hell. She apologized to him so much and promised that they normally don't run off when they're with her, she doesn't know what's up with them today

He tries to cheer her up by telling her stories. Saying this isn’t the first time Gulf ran off to God knows where. Once he just went across the street to watch TV with the neighbors. Another when he got on a bus to run away from home because he sent him to his room for sneaking extra dessert. The in the end he’s always back with him unharmed, and the same will happen with the twins.

It did help her a lot and she was able to breathe again after he started telling stories. He was right, they were in a group, and Mari and Gulf were both pretty loud they'd be fine if they're together. She felt a little silly for over reacting and apologized for the panic. She took the shades off her head and sighed "I'm new to the whole being a mom thing still. I don't know what I'm doing half the time, I'm just always scared I'm not enough." She paused and looked at him. "I-I don't know why I told you that. Sorry." She looked away and tried to hide her emotions again. It was easier not to embarrass herself that way.

Reef: Well if it means anything, I think your doing pretty well for raising two girls on your own at a young age. If anything I’m surprised how well you can hold it together for so long. At least I was over 18 when I started raising Gulf by myself. Can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for you at first.

It was like he pulled her right out of whatever pool of thought she was sinking into. She looked at him softly. "Tough. But… I wouldn't change a thing. They mean everything to me." Her eyes glanced across the crowds with worry for them. "You should be proud. Gulf is such a sweet heart, and he loves you a lot. You mean the world to that kid."

He starts to feel all modest all of a sudden. Reef: Thanks, little guy can be a pain in the ass, but he’s my little pain in the ass. Gulf pops out from behind one of the trash cans. Gulf: Your a pain in the ass! Mari: You blew our cover! And things were starting to get good. Lotus stands up with them looking guilty.

Atlantis gasps and stands up. "You've been here the whole time!?" She looked at the girls. "How much of that did you hear??"

Gulf: Enough to know you guys suck at dates. (They’re still too young to understand most of what they were saying.) XD Reef grabs by the arm and crouching down to his level. Reef: You and I are gonna have a talk when we get home. And apologize to Atlantis for taking the girls with you and scaring her. Gulf pouts a bit at him but changes his tone when talking to her. Gulf: I’m sorry

Atlantis sighs but gets down on his level, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok, just don't scare us like that buddy. Any of you." She hugged Gulf then pulled her girls in, holding them all tight for a moment. She really was scared something might've happened the split second she had her back turned. "But you girls are still grounded when we get home. No video games for 2 days."

Mari: Aww What? Lotus: I’m never listening to you guys again. Gulf yawns and stretches. So Reef picks him up gives him a piggy back ride. Gulf: Hey I can walk! I’m not that tired. Reef: I know, but after the stunt you pulled I’m not letting you out of my sight. Gulf just laughs softly before rest his head. Lotus lets out her own little yawn and blushes.

Atlantis notices right away and holds her arms out. "C'mon you two, let's go get some food then we can go home and get ready for bed. I think that's enough excitement for one day." She kissed them each on the head before picking them up. "I Love you two, never scare me like that again ok?" She said it much more softly this time

Mari and Lotus snuggle up to her and enjoy the ride to the restaurant. Gulf is still a bit drowsy but perks back up when Reef mentions food.

They sit down all together at a restaurant and when the person is taking their order it goes like

"May I take your order sir?" "Yeah I'll get the ice chips and dip." "And for the Miss's?" simultaneously "OH I'M NOT-" "WE'RE NOT-"

Gulf jumps up to tease them XD “You arrrrre, You arrrrre!”

When they get back home Reef suggests they should hire a sitter so the next time they go somewhere it won’t be as stressful. Not realizing he unintentionally asked her out. XD

Atlantis froze up She didn't wanna say yes immediately… but saying no felt disappointing for some reason. She figured he meant just as friends since she had been pretty open about not wanting to date anyone. She finally nodded and asked if maybe he could teach her how to surf. She had never done it before, really going to the beach at all was a pretty new experience for her. She felt guilty that she wanted it to be a date, but told herself it was for the better.

A cute scene where he's guiding her how to surf a wave and she actually starts to have fun and show her real personality just a little, and she sees him in a much more relaxed and happy state doing his favorite thing They surf a few good waves together, then fall in and start splashing each other like kids and laughing. Then maybe they sit in the calm water side by side on his board and watch the sun turn the sky different colors as it sets

Having they’re younger years taken away from them, being able to act kids again would definitely be good for them mentally.

Atlantis never was allowed to behave like a normal kid She was always only supposed to be seen and not heard by her father

#bibbity bobbity boo 🧵#bgc #emo bangs 🏄‍♂️#little pain in the ass 😝

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mayullla · 2 years ago

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Title: Another daughter

Character(s): Mozus Trein (Twisted wonderland)

Summary: Including Yuu, it seems that Crowley had found a small child too playing in the gardens of the school. Not knowing what to do with the little girl he gave you to the professors to deal with while he excused himself. They didn't know what to do with you at first but it seems that you slowly shackled their hearts.

Warnings/tags: Child! fem! reader, this is mainly fluff with tints of platonic yandere so obsession and possessive themes

Many wondered where the head mage went off to when the mirror was appointing each student to their new dorms. While the Prefects acted natural some not even caring a lot of the students could see the frustration in some of the teacher's faces as they continued to look at the door waiting for the headmage to come back from looking for a new student.

He was late, taking a while to find this student that supposedly ran away from the ceremony.

So when everyone thought that maybe he would not come the doors opened revealing the headmage and... some company.

It was the student that he seemed to be looking for… as well as a cat... and something in his ar- Why was the headmage holding a child!?

Crewel was so close to lashing out at the headmage at the whole situation but was somehow able to hold it in glaring at the poor man who had to explain where he went to the prefects telling the new student to stand on the platform as the cat gets kicked out of the building and then was unable to be sorted into a dorm because the student was magicless.

The small bundle from his arms laughed cheerfully at the whole situation. No one was able to get their eyes off the whole situation it was a mess.

A mess!

Yet somehow... somehow everything worked out in the end, as Crowley sent all the students away also telling this magicless student to wait as he hands the teacher the small kid that he found.

Almost all the teachers were glaring at him telling him to explain what happened the time he was gone, except he gave the most half-hearted hurried answer tossing the small child that he found in Crewel's arms and making a run for it to the magicless student.

"Won't you explain yourself?" Professor Trein's voice was low quiet but threatening as he glanced at the kid in the headmage's arms.

"Look I am as confused as you are. But look after this child for me while I deal with the other for now." Crowley started flustered "The small child is just the same as that magicless student and I can't seem to send her back too!"

Quickly the headmage managed to escape with the magicless student leaving in an empty room the teachers as they stare at the small body that was held in Crewel's arms. The doe-like eyes stared back at them, looking around rather confused.

They soon found out that you were from another world, that like that other student, you didn't belong here and were unfortunately unable to go back. "How did you come here little one?" "Hmmm? I don't remember... I just saw this big carriage that was pulled by a horsie that was soo cool!" You told them waving your hands to show how big it was. "It was so pretty!"

"What should we do with her then?" Sam asked pointing at you. "I am not really sure. To be honest, I still need to do some research to send them back to their own world." The headmage frowned as he crossed his arms, trying to think of some sort of idea about what they should do with you.

"Hah, you aren't saying that we must take care of the child? We already have to look after the students." Professor Trien sternly said, Lucius that cat meowed almost as if agreeing with his master.

"But then I must pay to send her to the orphanage, I need to keep up a face...." Crewel mumbled to himself reasoning as to what he should do with you, the voice was getting smaller and smaller as he continued to weights the pros and cons.

"What is he doing?" You asked Professor Vargas now in his arms after Crewel quickly tossed you to him.

"-Yes! Yes. Let's keep her here after all she was called here by the mirror so it should be our duty to take care of her and watch over her till she could get back home. Yes Most certainly, I am the most charitable person alive for doing this."

So somehow in the end much too many professors' headaches. You were to be watched over by one of them as the headmage figured out how to send you back to your world. Crewel threatened and so did the other teachers that the headmage better find the way back, leaving the headmage stuttering a promise that he would.

"So who is watching over the puppy first?" Crewel asked, Vargas was first to say that he would help, stating that he would train you to be fit and to build muscles just as his which was promptly ignored when they glanced at your small frame tinier than the man who was holding you and if not careful could probably squash you.

"Huff... I will take care of the small child. Unlike you lots I have daughters of my own that I took care of. She will be better off in my watch." Trein sighed as he told the other professors that he would be the one to watch over you. It made multiple teachers sigh in relief as they themselves didn't want to watch over you so seeing that someone actually volunteered for the positions made their hearts at ease.

Vargas placed you down telling you to head over to the professor who had a frown on his face looking at you. Most of the teachers wondered if you would be frightened by him seeing that he was after all feared by many of his students.

But took one glance at him and smaller cheerfully "Hello mister! What is your name? Your cat is so pretty and very fluffy!"

The cat made a dry meow at your comment while the professor himself stared at you. Quiet both of you were for a moment leaving the teacher anxious as to what would happen next but the professor only huffed stating his name as well as introducing the other teachers in the room along with the headmage.

"Follow me young one for now on you will be with me."

So you did.

It was interesting, to say the least... as the students all watched you follow Professor Trein wherever he went. Staying in a corner of a room drawing or maybe even studying after the professor made you something to do instead of sleeping in all his class feeling bored.

His steps slowed down a little for you giving the students a chance to run and make it to their next class with him. And while this was something none of the students believed when one of the guys saw it, they saw Trien have a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

Only to turn it back down to a frown when he noticed someone staring at him.

It was almost a funny image as you carried Lucius around in your arms. The cat was too big for you almost touching the floor with its hind feet while you carry it around. They wondered why the cat has yet to hiss at you some even trying to get you away from the cat only to be hissed at.

It was funny for most of the teachers really when you would ask Trein many questions, many that were really dumb while some repetitive. The cat Lucius tucked in your arms meowing in dislike at the fact that you are treating it almost like a doll yet at the same time rather looked rather comfortable.

And while they would laugh a bit if not pity the old professor they felt like they were silenced when they saw the affectionate smile the man had on his face when he looks at you. When you would eat a cupcake and have cake crumbs in your mouth, the old professor would lightly scoff at you while cleaning your mouth with a napkin he took everywhere with him.

They have heard that he had two children both of who were already old. That he was the one who take care of them alone as he was a widow. And pondered if all this affection was because of his past.

While they knew about it they never really saw it in their mind that Professor Trein would act so affectionate when he was so strict with all his students.

Vargas saw how the old man always glance back when he thought that nobody was looking to check to see if you were following along and not getting lost after you gasp at the students flying in broomsticks. You lightly pulled on the professor's clothes asking him if people could fly on broomsticks and if you too can also become a witch.

The old professor told that while yes people here learn how to handle flying on a broomstick he would not let you fly on them just yet stating that you were still too young to fly on them and that maybe in the future you could. The hope in your eyes as you raise your pinky finger asking him to do the same. You asked him to make a pinky promise with you and while the professor looked down at you for a moment he then squatted with one knee touching the floor as he raised his pinky finger.

The scene made a few students who were flying on brooms bump into each other in shock at what they saw. Some were unable to control their brooms when they saw the old man get down and show his pinky finger to you. Really that class had a lot of accidents as even some who were on the ground got hurt because they didn't check the sky to see another person on the broom heading towards them unknowingly as they continued to stare at the two of you in shock.

While Vargas had sent almost half of the students to the infirmary he could not get that memory of his mind while it was cute of a situation if not that mildly amusing. He could not help but wonder if it was alright to lie to a small child like you when you would at one point be sent to your home world where magic isn't real. That you would not be able to hop on a broom one day and fly.

You didn't belong to this world and you need to go back home. And making a promise like that was rather cruel.

But it seems that Professor Trein had a different idea. Because to him, you belonged to him now. You were his own daughter.

It was a slow thing at first, he only looked after you because it was a duty that he placed himself in. He was the only one who could probably watch over you, lacking fate for the headmage or others to take care of a small child and not care for their needs. It was slow but he started to care for you as much as his own children, he grew to miss the past when they were small enough to fit in his arms.

There were too many mistakes that he had made in the past, as a single parent, and while if he could he wished to go back to the past he knew that it wasn't something possible less he wanted to pay a big price.

He thought that he could use his past mistakes as an advantage to watch over you better than he had done in the past with his own two children. When did he start to become obsessed over it was hard to pinpoint.

He treasured you, he treasure you so much as you followed him around with his cat right beside you.

You had become a chance where he could right his wrongs.

Note: Yes I did write something similar to this and it is here. Only that this is more Professor Trein focused. Hope you liked it!

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