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daughterofcain-67 · 1 year ago

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𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (pt. 6)

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Beau is working restlessly to get you back and it’s killing him that it’s already been several hours with no sign of you. Agent Sampson is doing his best to remind Beau to keep a level head so Beau could get you back sooner rather than later. Meanwhile, you are doing everything you can to persevere and think of a way put of your situation with the limited recourses you have- which is next to none.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kidnapping, TW: implications of non-con (no graphic detail), mild violence, i think that’s it?

You knew that several hours had gone by since you were taken from your home. That meant today was the anniversary of your husband’s death. What a hell of a day to spend it, being kidnapped and potentially taken out of the country within a couple of days. You still had yet to formulate any plans of escape.

The worst part is that you knew if you didn’t get out of this mess, you’d likely never see Beau again. That and you had plans for a movie night with him that weekend. Plans that were gone with the wind by now if you weren’t able to escape.

You wondered if Beau had told Cadence yet. You wondered what exactly he told her. You wondered if she’d be able to handle the news, if she would be okay. You hoped that she wouldn’t worry too much or she would find some way to distract herself from what was going on. She was your little sister and you hated when she worried about you. To be frank, you hated when anyone worried about you. Obviously you couldn’t exactly blame anyone for worrying about you with the situation you’re in now.

You were leaned back against the wall of the basement and you looked down at your wrists. These handcuffs weren’t your biggest concern. If you were lucky you could wiggle your wrists out of them. Then again you’ve tried that for the first couple of hours and the skin on your wrists was already cut and scabbed. You’d handle your wrists again soon but for now you were trying to think of how to get the chain off your ankle.

A part of you was glad you were barefooted when they took you. You thought that pulling your foot out would be difficult with shoes and socks on. The other part of you wished you had some shoes though because you felt like your toes were freezing. It’s not like they had a heater in this particular basement.

“Come on, think. You’ve watched cop shows once in a while, and Beau’s talked about cases where captives have escaped before. You can do this.” You spoke to yourself. However, you didn’t exactly have bobby pins in your hair or paper clips so you could pull one of those moves like you’ve seen in the movies where people pick their way out of their shackles.

All you could really do at the moment was wait. Be patient, continue to wiggle your limbs until you were free but who knew how long that would take. And unfortunately, patience was not exactly your strong suit.

Suddenly you heard the door open and when you glanced up, you saw the King. Andre was there without his mask and he had a crown pin on the top left corner of his blazer jacket. He looked so different compared to the first day that the two of you met.

“What do you want.” You glared and Andre hummed a little.

“I just wanted to talk, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Andre sighed a little before he walked towards you. You wished you had some kind of superpower to just teleport out of here, or maybe even make yourself invisible. If you could shrink and disappear into the wall, you would. Anything to just avoid the man in front of you. Obviously you couldn’t do that though.

“Aren’t you in the wrong position to be giving demand’s like that?” He asked but then Andre looked down and saw how your wrists were starting to scab over and he tilted his head a little.

“I suppose its a good thing those cuffs aren’t any bigger.” The chuckle he let out made you feel sick to your stomach.

“What did you want to talk about so we can just get this bit over with.”

“Touchy touchy. I was just going to suggest that… maybe you can work for me personally. That way you don’t have to go out of the country soon and be sold off as a slave. You could be here although… you would have to give your business to me, and not have any contact with your little sheriff friend.” He said.

“There’s no way I’d give in to something like that. That business would go to Cadence before it could ever go to someone like you.”

“Cadence… you know, she would have made a good candidate too for this little operation. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” You seethed and he squatted down in front of you before he reached out, the next thing you knew he had your jaw in his hands and you could feel his fingertips keeping a firm hold of your face.

“If you were smart, you’d watch your tone with me.” He said and you spat in his face.

His eyes darkened as he let out low growl of disapproval, “You’ll pay for that. And you’ll pay dearly. So be a dear and keep quiet.”

Your eyes widened when he gripped at your shirt and tore the material….

Cadence took the news pretty hard, just like Beau knew that she would. It killed him to see the way her face fell when she found out her sister was taken. All he could really advise her to do was close up the cafe if she didn’t have anyone to keep it open for her if she needed time away.

Much to Beau’s surprise though, Cadence agreed to keep the cafe open and just keep working. Cadence said you would have wanted her to be strong for your sake. Although she did agree to take the first couple of days off just to see if you would come home and you would have someone to go home to.

After he met up with Cadence and took her home, Beau went right back to the office to find out if Hoyt or Poppernack have found anything, or even if Agent Sampson was making himself useful. He swore that if the FBI were going to drag their feet on this he may end up having to take care of everything himself, or get Cassie to help him out since she didn’t have the same rules as the FBI.

Once he pushed the doors open he saw that some other agents were there, no doubt a part of Harlen Sampson’s team.

“Pompernickle!” Beau called and looked around only to see a hand raised up.

“Right here, Boss!”

Beau walked over and stood behind the deputy at his desk, “Please tell me you’ve found something to get to Sampson.”

“Actually, the fingerprints we found over at Irene’s place did in fact match the ones that were at Y/N’s house. We just got the results from the database. Somebody was slacking here in Montana.” He said.

“And who’s that supposed to be?”

“Our guy Ace? He wasn’t the only one at you houses. There were two sets of prints. We found out that this Ace guy is related to your Andre fella. A cousin, actually. His name is Matvey, or simply Mat, Bolkonsky. Related on the paternal side.” Poppernack said just as Agent Sampson walked up.

“Another Bolkonsky, huh? He was born and raised Russian and he tried to move down here when Andre’s father started their so called jewelry company. Turns out he wasn’t really the best of the bunch and he was charged with drug dealing. He ended up getting a kid killed with those drugs about seven years ago. Naturally he was charged with second degree murder, unfortunately he got out for good behavior with parole. And we haven’t heard anything on him since, although he has been a suspect for other gang related activities and I don’t think murder and kidnapping is out of his range.” The agent said.

“So what does that mean? If he’s here and he’s with Andre, we can go over to Andre’s place and ask about aiding a suspect if he was the one that did kidnap Y/N right? Well what are we waiting for?” Beau said.

“Legitimate proof that Andre was there too. We’re waiting on the results for the second set of fingerprints. We also need to consider the idea that Andre may not have known about this.” Agent Sampson replied and Beau’s hands turned into fists.

“You’re kidding me, right? To me this sounds like enough to at least have an interview with the guy since you’re so intent on doing this by the book. We’ve gone on less even if this is circumstantial.” The sheriff reminded.

“If I may say something,” Poppernack chimed in, “If you do have that interview with him, there is a reason. He was the last known person to have seen Y/N after all so if we propose it as simply routine questions to cross him off the list as a suspect, he may be cooperative.”

“I’m on it.” Beau said and was about to walk past the desk.

“You aren’t going by yourself. Someone like you is going to go there and bite his head off and ruin everything. I’ll be going with you.” Agent Sampson said.

“No offense, Agent, but I’m pretty damn good at my job and I know what the hell I’m doing. I’ve been in this job long enough to know how to handle a situation like this. I’m not some damn rookie.”

“Fine, but I’m still going with you so it at least looks good on the papers. It is technically the FBI’s case still and we want these guys to go away for good. So try to keep that in mind while you’re trying to keep your cool.” He reminded as he walked out of the door.

Beau just glared at the agent. He knew Sampson was right about doing this by the book, but it still ticked him off. He wasn’t about to waste time on this. Sure he’ll do this by-the-book interview. But the moment things go south, Beau may need to make some plans to conduct an interview all on his own.

The sheriff went to his car and the agent ended up following him to the vehicle and they got in.

“Listen, I know you’re angry and I don’t know what kind of connection you have to the… captive.” Beau could hear the agent begin to speak, “I’ve been where you are with my wife before. It’s vital to keep your head on straight.”

“Thanks for the words of wisdom.” Beau rolled his eyes and started his car.

“I’m serious, Arlen. I lost control and nearly lost my wife for good because the perps almost got away with nothing but a slap on the wrist. That’s why we need to get this done right.”

The sheriff looked down at his steering wheel for a moment. Of course he could at least take the words into consideration, but he knew that you were too important to lose. And if this Bolkonsky business were to go south, being too slow with the law may get you lost just as fast as recklessness.

“Let’s just focus on getting Y/N back to her sister. Andre’s our first stop and hopefully we’ll come across another lead like surveillance of Mat participating in suspicious activity.”

Forty-six minutes…

That worst forty-six minutes of your life and you had counted every second if it just to keep from screaming. You didn’t know what Andre was capable of if you ignored his warning and tried to scream or make any sounds.

“Well… I don’t think the clients will mind slightly used goods. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a business to run.” Andre said as he pulled up his pants.

You couldn’t make direct eye contact with this man after what he had done. Your everything ached but you were glad it was finally over.

Andre was nothing but scum of the earth, and even after what happened… you were trying so hard to be strong. But after those forty-six minutes, you were beginning to wonder what the point of strength was if something like this could happen no matter how patient or optimistic a person tried to be.

Then you heard a phone ringing, of course it was Andre’s. When he answered you could see the slightly annoyed features on his face.

“Hello, Sheriff. How can I be of assistance?” He asked.

Your eyes widened.

Beau was on the phone. He was really looking for you! He was looking for you right? You weren’t imagining all of this?

You had to do something, now was your chance! Andre didn’t take your mouth up or anything so you had to do something. This could be your only shot!

“Beau! He has me in some basement! He could go after Cade-“ a harsh stinging erupted on your face from where Andre smacked you.

“Oh no, Sheriff. That’s just some movie I’m watching at a friends house. He has a weird and nearly concerning taste in film. I can come and meet you to talk about the date in just a few moments. Let’s say… Tonya and Donno’s place? I’ve heard they have some great sandwiches. My treat.” Andre said.

The charm that Andre tried to have made you cringe. How disgusting did this man have to be to think he could use charisma like that after what he just did. And how stupid did he think that Beau was?

“Uh huh… I see. My cousin? Oh I didn’t even know he was in town. I suppose great minds of the family think alike. We’ll discuss this more when we aren’t on the phone. If we talked about everything now we’d just be limited to small talk and that’s always awkward.” He laughed.

When the phone call was done, Andre turned and glared at you.

“You’re worried about your sister that much, huh? Well maybe we ought to give you something to worry about now that you may have ruined everything by screaming.” He promised.

Then he walked out of the basement door, locking you up once again.

Your mind started racing. You hoped to what’s god was out there that Beau really did hear you. But on the other hand, you were terrified for your sister’s safety. What if Andre really would send his crew to go after Cadence like they did to you?

You couldn’t have your baby sister go through the same thing you’ve endured. You refused to let that happen.

“Please, Beau… if you heard me at all, send someone to the house to keep Cadence safe.” You pleaded, even though you knew there was no one listening.

You felt something roll down your cheek and when you lifted your cuffed hands to your face, you felt tears. You didn’t realize you were crying and honestly you thought you were a little dehydrated to do that. You supposed you were wrong but maybe the moment Andre mentioned your sister put things a little more into perspective.

“I have to get out of here.” You vowed and looked at your scabbed wrists and started to try and wiggle out of them yet again but you had even more of a reason to escape, more of a reason to try.

Hey guys, I know this chapter was a bit more intense than the previous. But I hope you enjoyed so far. Thank you to those of you who have been commenting, reblogging and liking these chapters. I really appreciate it! Love you all!

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babyboiboyega · 2 years ago

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The Study Room Pt.5 (HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader)

HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

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Content: nothing too bad in this part, a little bit of angry!shuri, but then we also get protective!shuri, and another close call (but a good one ;))

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A/N: Once again, I wanna thank you all for wishing me and my family well! I'd also like to thank y'all for your patience! It definitely takes a lot of weight off of my shoulders knowing that you all are patient and understanding! I hope you enjoy this part!

Also! Translations are at the end! There is a conversation that is spoken in xhosa in this part and the translations are provided at the end instead of right after the conversation because I meant it to be that way! The reader (you) doesn't speak Xhosa, so it's meant to be a little confusing and unknown!

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The view that greeted you was astonishing, to say the least. It was night time, but that only made it easier to see the futuristic buildings that made up the city below your window. There were aircrafts flying around, but not one of them looked like a typical airplane. Every light that you could see twinkled in the night time, serving almost as a welcoming beacon to anyone on the streets below.

It was utterly and breathtakingly beautiful.

You were still coming to terms with what you were seeing when Shuri spoke, her voice proud and confident as she answered the question that had been on your mind since waking up.

“Y/N…welcome to Wakanda.”

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After the reveal, you had, understandably, been a little overwhelmed to say the least. So overwhelmed, in fact, that you had only blinked and nodded wordlessly at Shuri’s words. Her eyebrows had furrowed and she had looked almost suspiciously at you.

“I won’t lie…I was expecting more of a reaction from you.”

“Shuri, I’ll be honest with you…I don’t think I have enough brain strength to fully comprehend this. Try me again tomorrow, and I promise I’ll give you a more appropriate reaction.”

She had softly laughed, but nodded in understanding nonetheless. The window had been replaced with the wall once more, and then she had approached your bed.

“Well, then in that case, I suppose I should let you rest.”

The effort it took to keep your eyes from fluttering closed was enough for her, prompting her to grab the edge of your blanket and pull it higher on your body.

“Sleep well, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Upon waking up, you found that Wakanda looked very different in the daylight. It was still just as beautiful as it looked the night before, but as you stood at the same large window it had been revealed to you through, you could see things you hadn’t seen before. The details that had been covered by the blanket of night were now easy to see, and you couldn’t help but stare in awe at every building you could see.

Every single one was a masterpiece of architecture; a mix of what looked to be traditional, African architecture and modern, technologically advanced architecture that was unique to only Wakanda. The taller buildings, similar to skyscrapers, were surrounded by smaller buildings alternating in shape, size, and color. Most buildings were covered in a beige or brown material, whether it be metal, clay, or a mixture; despite this, other colors still popped out and caught your eye.

The room that you resided in, a room that was in the actual palace, Shuri had been excited to tell you, was high enough for you to see the street level market that ran as far as you could see. The tiny figures of the people below were visible as they congregated in small groups and undoubtedly shopped the diverse array of goods.

Had you been in Wakanda under different circumstances- better circumstances, you would’ve surely been trying your damnedest to get to street level so you could see Wakanda up close; interact with the people who lived there, buy your fair share of cultural food and items. Instead, after waking up, you had been given a new outfit (which you were very grateful for) and told to sit patiently until someone came to escort you…somewhere.

You had taken the opportunity to actually work on comprehending your circumstances, along with trying to organize your questions that arose from them. It was about as challenging as you expected it to be, but you managed to get a good grip on it before a knock was sounding on the door to the room.

“Come in!”

The door opened, revealing Shuri and an almost wary looking Aneka. At the sight of the woman you had positively embarrassed yourself in front of, your eyes widened a fraction and you took a few steps forward. It was ironic how you two had switched places since your first, eventful meeting, for now Aneka looked cautious as you stepped forward.

“Aneka- wait,” you turned to face Shuri, dropping your voice to a whisper, “does she have a title? Do I call her by a certain title?”

Shuri’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked at you in silence for a second. Then her lips slowly curved into a smile- one that you recognized as the same one she wore whenever she was thinking of something smart or mischievous to say. Your eyes narrowed and you tried to convey a slight, faux warning with your eyes. You opened your mouth to further convey your threat, but a voice interrupted you before you could do so.

“It's just Aneka.”

Facing Aneka, you gave a small, apologetic smile before diving into the apology that you may or may not have rehearsed.

“Aneka, I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I was so disoriented, especially after waking up after everything that had happened, and then I didn’t know where I was, and then I didn’t know who you were, and I should have just listened-”

You were bordering on a rant that only stopped when you felt a hand land on your arm. It caught your attention, your head turning in Shuri’s direction to see that her mischievous smile had been replaced with a reassuring and amused one. Her eyes were looking behind you at Aneka, and as you faced her once more, you could see that she had a smile similar to Shuri’s on her face.

Her smile admittedly lessened your worries that you had seriously messed up any cordialness between the two of you, making a relieved breath go through you. Well, that was one task out of the way.

“Shuri has already explained your circumstances, and I understand why you reacted the way that you did. I am curious, though, on how you were intending on using that vase.”

The mention of your impromptu weapon had you looking for it, or rather the pieces that had been left of it, only to see that it had been cleaned up. Add another task: apologize to whoever had to clean it up.

Add another task: apologize for breaking it in the first place.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head at yourself. Maybe it was best to just issue a general apology for any and everything you did while so disoriented and confused and hope that it reached the right people. Maybe that was for the best.

“I have no idea, but I don’t doubt that I would’ve hurt myself trying to use it.”

Aneka pursed her lips in thought, raising an eyebrow that was literally sculpted perfectly.

“I don’t know about that. You seemed prepared to do what needed to be done.”

A short and amused laugh left your mouth at her words. You could remember the feeling of utter confusion you had felt in that moment and how it had made you so illogical that, now thinking back on it, could’ve made you do things that you wouldn’t normally do. Hell, you had picked up a vase and threatened a member of the Dora Milaje with it. You normally wouldn’t do that.

“Well, I, for one, am happy that you both made it out alive and unharmed. Who knows what she could’ve done with that vase, Aneka? Thank Bast, you’re alive and with us.”

You blindly reached out, lightly pushing at Shuri’s arm until a laugh escaped her mouth, Aneka watching amusedly.

The interaction between the three of you felt normal enough that it temporarily distracted you from reality of your circumstances, though it came quickly crashing down as the door opened once more.

Okoye’s eyes flitted between you, Shuri, and Aneka as she entered the room. There was something in her expression that not only made Aneka straighten, being in the presence of her General, but it also made Shuri step forward. As she stepped past you, her furrowed eyebrows and worried expression were apparent. The joking atmosphere that the three of you had developed quickly dissipated until a more somber one descended over the room.

“We may have found something.”

Okoye’s words served as both a statement and an incentive for the three of you to follow her as she turned on her heel and walked out, which is what you did. You fell into step behind Okoye and Shuri while Aneka kept pace with you. A quick glance over at the woman showed that the smile that had been on her face a minute ago had been replaced with a tightly focused expression, and it was easy to figure out why as you tuned into the words being spoken between the two women in front of you.

“What is it, Okoye? Please tell me there’s an update on the printer.”

It wasn’t surprising to learn that they had been working on finding the culprit behind everything while you were unconscious; what was surprising was the fact that they hadn’t found any substantial leads yet. Wakanda was the most technologically advanced nation on Earth, and this person was managing to evade their efforts. It didn’t say anything about Wakanda’s efforts, but it said everything about this person you were looking for.

It only showed how elusive and cunning the person was. It showed how patient they were to follow Shuri around for months, taking pictures from the shadows. It showed how unhinged they were to then send those pictures to her own guards with a threatening message for you, the person who dared get close to the person of their obsessions. It showed how dangerous they were to then try and take you out of the picture altogether.

But was their intention truly to kill you? Shuri had said there was enough poison in the dosage to severely affect you, but not to kill you. Was it simply a mistake on their part? No, this person was calculated; they wouldn’t mess something as important as eliminating any obstacles between them and Shuri up.

It all being a scare tactic seemed to be the most feasible option.

“Y/N?”

You had been following Shuri and Okoye the entire time, unknowingly zoning out of their conversation and entering your own reverie. Unknowingly, you had passed multiple windows that gave an unobscured view of the city below, but you hadn’t even paid attention to them.

Shuri had looked back upon approaching the entrance to her lab, eyebrows instantly furrowing at the expression that was both dazed and acutely worried on your face. It worried her; seeing a multitude of thoughts on your face that you didn’t verbalize for unknown reasons.

She didn’t want to assume, though she could imagine the anxiety and uncertainty going through your mind. She only hoped that you didn’t have any uncertainty about your safety while you were here with her; as long as she was here, she’d do anything and everything in her power to not risk seeing you hurt again. She’d tell you and show you however many times she had to until you believed it.

“Is everything okay?”

Shuri’s worry was conveyed clearly in her words as she turned to face you, and it made your heart skip a beat…or two. You quickly nodded in reassurance, offering a smile that hopefully looked more genuine than it felt.

“Yeah, everything’s okay! Was just…thinking.”

There were three pairs of eyes on you, Shuri’s, Okoye’s, and Aneka’s; none of them looked as if they believed your words.

With a huff, you motioned for them to continue, not wanting to be the focus of their attention for another second longer. If they looked any longer, they’d surely be able to see the barely concealed panic dancing behind your eyes; a panic you were trying your hardest to tamper down. You were doing a pretty good job at it, so far.

“Please, continue. I’m listening now.”

Okoye and Aneka looked away, but Shuri’s eyes stayed connected with yours. There was a question swimming behind her eyes, and it wasn’t hard to figure what she was asking. You could hear Okoye speaking as you sent another nod at her, trying your best to convey your message with your eyes.

It had the exact opposite effect, ironically. Whatever she saw in your eyes made her’s narrow in suspicion before she turned to listen to Okoye. There would undoubtedly come a time where she’d corner you and ask you about what was plaguing you, and you’d give the obvious answer: “Oh, getting stalked and poisoned tends to mess with someone’s sense of security a little bit. Not to mention, I’m in a different country- don’t get me wrong, I’m honored to be here. It’s just a lot.”

That’s what you would say, despite your real thoughts and worries centering around not only your safety but Shuri’s. She wouldn’t brush them off, per se, but she’d try to reassure you that you were safe while pushing her own safety to the back burner.

“The university keeps a database of all of it’s students. It includes in-state, out-of-state, on-campus, off-campus, and online. Each student is assigned an ID at the time of their enrollment-”

“Yes, we know that. How is that any different from what we already know?”

“Mamela, Shuri.” Okoye’s words made Shuri pause, her eyes closing for a second before she nodded. She motioned silently for Okoye to continue.

“Because of this database, we are able to see each and every student who has used a printer in the library. And because of basic cross-referencing technology, we were able to detect a slight abnormality.”

Okoye approached a structure that looked like it was a simple sheet of glass, though as she ghosted her hand across it, it proved that it was anything but. A countless number of rows appeared on the glass, every row holding a number of columns. The first column held the familiar 9-digit ID you, and every other student, were assigned when you enrolled. The second held the student’s first and last name, and the third held the student’s major.

“After accessing the database for your library, we found that one student tended to visit the library often. Not only that, but they frequently used the printers.”

A knowing look was shared between you and Shuri, the same thing running through both of your minds. It wasn’t a surprise at all that a student frequented the library a lot and used the printers just as much. You had been to the library and used the printer more times than you could count, despite having to pay a small fee (as if the university wasn’t already siphoning enough of your money). How could a person doing the same thing as you be singled out and their actions be labeled “abnormal”? The list of reasons why they were in the library so much was almost unimaginable: annoying roommate, annoying neighbors, important exams year round, being an incredibly studious person.

Okoye, unsurprisingly, clocked the look between you two, and she raised her eyebrows as if to ask ‘are you done’? You mumbled an apology as you turned to face her once more, taking note of Shuri’s slightly amused grin. Before continuing, Okoye pressed a few more spots on the screen, prompting another set of information to appear.

Your shoulders tightened at the sight of the pictures of you and Shuri, separately and together. To the right of each picture showed the day, the time, and what printer the picture had come from. Where it said source type, presumably where the word ‘pdf’ or ‘png’ would go, a simple dash mark resided.

“There is one student who not only used the printer rather abundantly and used their own, personal computer; but almost always printed their things using an anonymous FTP- a file transfer protocol.”

The words ‘anonymous FTP’ immediately piqued your interest, and the same could be said for Shuri. She straightened, her eyebrows furrowing as she stepped closer to the screen.

“They configured their own laptop to make an anonymous protocol, and then through that anonymous protocol, they were able to print those pictures without the source being recorded.” Shuri quickly summarized Okoye’s findings, her eyes drifting away from the screen as she undoubtedly began thinking of ways to get rid of all of the anonymity.

“Precisely. I have already given the information to those in IT who are more than capable of finding the student, and they have been working on it since receiving it…though there is something else.”

The small hope of having a piece of solid information froze as Okoye’s eyebrows furrowed, her mouth twisting as if she had just tasted something bad. Shuri’s head tilted slightly, an almost exasperated look on her face.

“Something else such as…”

“The IT technicians were able to break the anonymity of the profile and find the student behind the printed pictures.”

Your eyes widened slightly, that small hope blooming into a feeling that made your heart quicken in just the slightest. The anticipation you felt was clear on your face as you stepped forward, willing Okoye to continue.

“Who is the student?”

There was something in Shuri’s voice that made you quickly look at her; a hardness that you’d never heard from her before. Her eyes stared, hard and unrelenting, at Okoye as you all waited for her answer. You could see that her jaw was clenched, and you could practically see the anger manifesting on her face.

“That’s the thing, ukumkanikazi,” Even Okoye looked slightly taken aback at the tone of her voice and the air surrounding her. Unknowingly to you, the last time Okoye had seen Shuri anywhere close to this level of anger was a mere few months ago…around the time of her mother’s murder. “The student who’s profile they uncovered doesn’t exist.”

The silence that followed would’ve been comical had her words not just thrown every single one of you for a loop; an incredibly confusing, frustrating, scary loop. The silence was filled with an exasperation that weighed heavily on all of you. Aneka was the first to break the silence, her voice loud in disbelief.

“...Doesn’t exist?”

“I’m sorry, but what do you mean it doesn’t exist? Like…the person doesn’t exist?”

Okoye heard your question, but her eyes were focused on Shuri, who had taken a step back. She raised a hand, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. Her reaction was a good reminder that finding this person was of the utmost importance to her safety. Her safety directly affected her home country that she loved so much, and now she had to worry about…an outsider’s safety as well.

You suspected Shuri was holding an immeasurable amount of stress back that she wasn’t showing.

“The person exists, but the information they gave the university is false. It isn’t real.”

Shuri turned away slightly, placing her hands on the nearest desk and leaning over it. Her shoulders raised and fell with a deep breath before she was speaking.

“Are the IT technicians working on finding the real identity of the student? Or whoever this person is.”

Okoye nodded, going to stand beside Shuri. Her words were both confident and reassuring as she spoke softly to her.

“They are. They have been working tirelessly since we were made aware. We will find them, Shuri.”

She straightened, taking another breath before turning to face the general. From your spot, you could see the effect Okoye’s words had on her as her shoulders slowly loosened, dropping slightly. It wasn’t exactly surprising; she had once told you about how close they were, Okoye being a sister, a general, and an advisor all in one. Their relationship was obvious as they seemed to have a conversation with their eyes.

Okoye quickly glanced at you before looking back at Shuri.

“Akukho nto ingako sinokuyenza ngoku, Shuri.”

In response to Okoye’s words (words you didn’t understand one bit), Shuri nodded in resignation. Her face still held that look of almost dangerous determination, though it softened as Okoye continued speaking.

“Mhlawumbi ngoku lixesha lokuba ubonise umhlobo wakho.”

Whatever she said made Shuri turn and look at you, her eyes softening even more. You felt the corner of your mouth uplift in a small smile; an action Shuri copied before she looked at Okoye.

“Unyanisile, ngumbono olungileyo lowo.”

Her voice had also softened, going back to the light, yet confident, tone she always had.

Right as you turned to Aneka, ready to ask if she could translate, your name was being called softly. Your attention went back to Shuri, hoping that she hadn’t seen the way you had stared at her as she and Okoye spoke, only to see her already making her way back to where you stood.

“I was told that now is a good time to show you around, and I have to agree.” Your eyebrows rose in slight surprise as you looked between her and Okoye. You supposed it made sense; there was only so much you all could do while waiting for the real identity of the culprit. Sitting around and worrying didn’t seem like a fun past time, so despite your surprise, you were grateful for the change.

“Oh? Well…lead the way. I can’t wait to see more of everything.”

Your words were genuine as she waved for you to follow her, leading you out of the lab. The excitement was palpable in your voice; you had heard multiple, spectacular stories about Wakanda from Shuri, and now you were able to experience them first hand.

Maybe you could push the whole…stalker thing to the back of your mind for the time being. It’d be easier as long as Shuri was by your side, and it proved to be true the entire time she led you around.

Each room you visited provided a unique sense of awe. The lab had been mesmerizing enough, but as she showed you more rooms that had different purposes, it was easy to realize why Wakandan was the most technologically advanced nation in the world. It made it easier to fall in love with the country.

The majority of your day was spent following Shuri around in a daze, mouth almost constantly dropped open in awe. Despite all of the hours in the day, there was no way she could show you the entirety of the palace before the day ended; so as she led you to the room that you’d be moving into for the time being, she promised that she’d find another time to show the rest of the palace to you. Of course, you eagerly took her up on her offer.

The last room she showed you was ‘your’ room, which was coincidentally placed in the same hallway as hers.

You had immediately objected to the placement as you stepped inside, and not because you didn’t want to sleep as close as you appropriately could. Being told that you were staying in the same hallway as Shuri, a queen, in her own country made you feel…intrusive. Alerting Shuri of these thoughts caused her to look at you amusedly.

“You are staying here because you’re my guest. And also because it makes me feel better that you are just a few doors away, should anything happen.”

Her words registered, but not fully, and it was because your attention had been captured by the room that surrounded you. If you’d thought that the medical room was the height of luxury, it was nothing compared to this room.

The room was covered in tones of gray and brown, neither colors being too overbearing. There were strip lights built into the tops of the walls, allowing for an even and bright light to help you see the details, which were immaculate (no surprise there). It was modern with obvious cultural touches sprinkled throughout the room that took it to an entirely new level of beauty. It brought an entirely new meaning to the word ‘architecture’.

There were steps leading up to a platform that held the bed; one that was almost too large to be considered logical for one person to sleep in. But as you approached the bed, walking up the steps, the bed was pushed to the back of your mind.

Instead, you were quickly drawn in by the sight of the absolutely huge window that spanned the entirety of the wall next to the bed. The sight beyond the window was what had your breath hitching.

The market that you had caught a glimpse of upon first waking up was now perfectly viewable from your bedroom window. The night life was different from the day, and as much was obvious as you looked down.

The surrounding buildings’ lights cast a soft glow over the hundreds of people milling, dancing, singing, congregating about below you. The sight was enough to draw a soft smile onto your face. Every second you spent here, you could feel your love and adoration for the culture and its people growing, despite still not having interacted with them face to face yet. Hopefully that would change soon.

“Shuri…this is… I don’t know what to say. Thank you, truly. For everything you’ve done.”

Her steps were quiet as she joined you at the window. She leaned one shoulder against the window, looking down at the scene that still captivated you.

“There’s no need to thank me, ixhoba. I couldn’t just leave you there after everything that has happened. I only wish that we had been fast enough to stop you from getting hurt in the first place.”

Your gaze traveled to land on her, seeing the way her eyebrows were furrowed and the way she bit at her lip. She was still looking down at the market, though at the feeling of your gaze on her, she turned her head to meet it. You put all of the conviction you could into your words.

“What happened, happened. I’m here because you and your team helped me in time. You couldn’t have known they’d go after me the way they did. You’re a genius, but you can’t predict the future, Shuri.” You let out a soft laugh, seeing how she playfully rolled her eyes at your words. When she looked back at you, there was a vulnerability in her eyes, and it showed just how guilty and apprehensive she felt about everything.

Instinctually, you took a step forward, taking a risk and taking her hand in yours. Her fingers instantly intertwined with yours, squeezing gently as a reminder that both of you were there, against all odds.

“I know you’re going to get pretty upset when I say this,” she tilted her head in suspicion, her eyes narrowing. You continued quickly before she could stop you, “But between the two of us, I’m…well I wouldn’t say I’m glad that it was me, but I’m glad it wasn’t you.”

Just as you suspected, Shuri’s eyebrows scrunched together and her lips parted immediately. She shook her head quickly.

“Don’t say that. You are in this mess because of me. I should be the one they’re after- they are obsessed with me.”

“I’m in this mess because this person is deranged and has an unhealthy, almost manic obsession with you. But between us two, Shuri, one of us is the ruler of an entire nation- a nation that needs you. That’s why I need you to promise that you’ll focus as much on your safety as you do mine.”

In your passion, you grabbed her other hand, bringing them to hold in front of you. You looked down at them, your thumb idly tracing the shape of the spiral tattoo on her right hand.

She used the hold you had on her hands to pull you closer, the tips of your shoes almost brushing against hers.

“Look at me.”

Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it. You would’ve interpreted it as her being upset at your statement, but as you looked up and met her eyes, you were almost taken aback at the strong look of protectiveness in them.

“I respect you and I hear you, Y/N…but no matter what you say, your safety will always be my priority. I know that my country needs me, but what if I need you?”

In your surprise at her words, your grip loosened just a fraction. She was quick to retake your hands in hers, holding them tightly.

“I was so…Bast, I was so afraid when you were poisoned. I had no idea what would happen to you- I felt helpless.” She shook her head again, gazing intently down at your joined hands.

“That is a feeling that I do not want to experience again. So forgive me if I want to make sure that the woman I care for is safe while a stalker is after her.”

Your next breath left you in a shaky exhale, your eyes unable to move from her face. You ducked your head in an effort to meet her eyes which she gave you the pleasure of doing a second later.

“You say that as if I don’t care about you, Shuri. I care about you enough that I want you to view your safety as just as important as mine.” If not more important, you silently added. “That’s all I’m asking.”

Her eyes roamed about your features as her fingers fidgeted with yours. She let out a sigh, letting go of your hands only to raise hers and gently set them on your cheeks.

You were practically shaking, the feeling of her hands on your skin sending waves of what you would liken to electricity down your limbs, alighting every nerve of yours on fire.

The sensation only intensified, almost stealing your breath, as she leaned down, close enough for the tip of her nose to skim yours. You prayed you weren’t breathing as loud as you thought you were, though you had a suspicion that she wouldn’t focus on that. Not when her eyes were flickering meaningfully from yours to your lips and back.

The last time you two had been in this position, something had almost happened. You two had been this close, and this vulnerable with each other, but something had interrupted you-or rather someone.

Now, in the safety of the room you had been offered, in the palace that was placed right in the middle of Wakanda, you two had another chance. Another chance to cross the line you two had been constantly toeing without preamble.

“I…will try. I’ll try to do as you ask.”

You nodded, the motion making your bottom lips whisper against hers in just the slightest. She tilted your head up in just the slightest, and you silently willed her to close the gap between you two. There was a tremble in your hands as you placed them on her waist, nerves and anticipation battling for dominance in your body.

Just like last time, she was right here in front of you- close enough to feel her breaths on your lips. Just like last time, she was holding you with the firmness of a person wanting to meld into one and with the softness of something that was precious.

And just like last time, right as her lips landed on yours, a god-forsaken distraction had to pop up.

The sound of Shuri’s kimoyo beads beeping was startling enough to make you blink quickly and jerk your head back from where they were making sound right beside your ear. You couldn’t go too far because her hands immediately landed on your waist, keeping you close enough for her to lower her face until she could rest her forehead against yours.

A mixture of a groan and a growl left her mouth as she closed her eyes, her hands gently fisting the material at your waist in irritation.

“Ngalo lonke ixesha.”

She lifted her head as another beep came from her beads, and after groaning a word that sounded very much like a curse, she stepped back, raising her hands to answer whatever call was coming through.

“The elders wish to speak with you, Ukumkanikazi.”

You could admit that Okoye scared you, but god, were you annoyed with her as soon as her voice sounded out. This was the second time she had interrupted such a moment between you and Shuri, and you suddenly felt the strong urge to grab Shuri’s beads, hang up, and then grab her by her collar.

But the last thing you needed was to be on the general’s bad side for not only hanging up on her, but keeping Shuri away from royal duties; duties that she had long before you were in the picture, and duties she’d had long after you were gone.

“Okay, tell them I will be there as soon as possible.”

To anyone, the tone of annoyance in her voice would’ve been inaudible; but to you, and most likely Okoye, it was very much there.

“I will.”

Shuri let her hand drop heavily to her side before looking at you. She looked apologetic, and you couldn’t help letting a soft laugh escape your lips, no matter how shaky or breathless it seemed.

“One day, sithwanda. One day.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the second term of endearment that you had now heard in a 10 minute time span.

“What does that mean? Sithwanda? And...ixhoba?”

Instead of answering, Shuri’s lips curved into a crooked smile before she leaned forward to place them on your forehead. When she pulled back the smile was still there, and it let you predict exactly what she was going to say next.

“I’ll tell you. Eventually. Goodnight, Y/N.”

She gazed at you for just a second longer, letting out a disappointed sigh, and then she was turning on her heel and heading towards the door.

“You know I can just ask Aneka. Or Okoye.”

The laugh that left her mouth was carefree. It sent a jolt through your body and a feeling that manifested on your face in the form of a giddy, wide smile.

“You and I both know that neither of them will tell you. You’ll just have to be patient.”

She grabbed the door handle and opened it before turning to glance one more at you. You’d never grow tired of the smile she reserved for you, and it'd always draw a visceral reaction from you.

“Sleep well, Y/N.”

You gave a small wave, reciprocating the farewell in a hushed tone. The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving you standing in a beautiful room meant for royalty and with a heart that belonged to them- her- as well.

Next Part

Mamela - “listen”

Ukumkanikazi - “queen”

Akukho nto ingako sinokuyenza ngoku - “there’s not much we can do now”

Mhlawumbi ngoku lixesha lokuba ubonise umhlobo wakho - “maybe now is the time to show your friend around.”

Unyanisile, ngumbono olungileyo lowo. - “you’re right, that’s probably a good idea.”

Ngalo lonke ixesha - “every time"

A/N: once again, I hope you all enjoyed this part! I also hope y'all have a happy holidays and stay safe and stay warm! <3

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wolveria · 1 year ago

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The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 32

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “What did you dream?”

AO3

You were led to another room not far, only further down the hall. This one had the typical layout of an interview room, and you were firmly placed into the metal chair with one restraint removed as the guard looped the chain through the small bar welded to the table.

The scientist, a man in his 50s with short-cropped grey hair, his face unfamiliar, didn’t sit at the other end, but instead consulted his tablet as he stood off to one side.

“What did you dream?” he asked without preface once your wrists were both shackled again. You the scientist with a scowl as you turned over the question in your head.

SCP-5964 was a coin forged in a time of bloodthirsty monarchs and civil war, except it had one unfortunate effect. Placing it under the pillow of a person would lead them to have a single, lucid nightmare. No matter how terrible or implausible the nightmare was, whatever happened in the dream would play out within 24 hours, leading to the person’s death. People have drowned in the middle of meetings, caught on fire swimming at the beach, or cannibalized while tilling a field.

You pressed your lips together to stop their trembling.

“I didn’t.”

The door opened.

“You’re lying.”

You sank in your chair. Site Director Leahy gave a nod to the other scientist, dismissing him before his eyes fixed on you. He sat in the empty chair that was your opposite, smoothing down his tie as he did so.

Your glare was unblinking.

“What did you see, Reid?”

“I didn’t see anything,” you repeated, inflection flat. “The SCP had no effect on me.”

Leahy gave you a look before glancing down at his tablet, scrolling through it until getting what he wanted. He then flipped it around for you to see, an image painting its surface in greens, reds, and yellows. It was similar to an infrared spectrum but with much more detail, able to monitor a subject’s hormone levels through the biometric lens of an advanced camera. One you hadn’t noticed in the room, but from its angle, you knew where it had been hidden: a ventilation grate.

The display showed you in a prone position, taken while you were asleep in that room, and showing heightened signs of brain activity and hormonal stress. You shrank in further on yourself as Leahy turned the tablet back around.

“Now you can see the lie for yourself. You gave all the indications of an intense dream. What was it?” When you held your tongue, he added, “We only have one more test, and it will be the last. For now.”

“Not going to threaten me some more?”

Your patience with the Site Director was at an all-time low. You were aching from interrupted sleep, chilled by cold sweat, and trying not to squirm from the discomfort of your damp undergarments.

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair.

“I can, if you wish. SCP-049 is being a little too willful these days. Perhaps a few minutes in a dark room with 173 will correct this newfound defiance.”

Despite his causal lean and the almost lazy drawl of his words, he wasn’t bluffing. Leahy clearly didn’t care about the policies against cross-testing with different SCPs, let alone punishing them.

You stared down at your hands, curled against the table and rendered harmless by unnecessary shackles. You didn’t know what to say. Because the SCP had reacted to you in an anomalous way, but unless you were going to die by 049’s cock in the next 24 hours, its effect was different.

A bubble of hysterical laughter lodged in your throat. You covered your mouth, but a choked noise still escaped.

“You’re not going to be sick, are you?” Leahy frowned. “If so, point it away from me.”

You coughed into your hand and swallowed down the giggle fit before it could start. This was beyond fucked, there was nothing funny about it, and yet the deranged imperative to laugh still remained.

“No, no… I’m fine.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Maybe I’ll stick you both with 173 and see who it favors more.”

“No!”

Your chains clinked as your back went stiff, and Leahy’s smirk told you he got the reaction he wanted.

Bastard.

Closing your eyes, you took a breath and forced yourself to think. You had to give Leahy something, and it damn well wasn’t going to be the truth. A believable lie was what you needed, but you’d never been particularly good at those, especially elaborate ones.

Maybe it didn’t need to be elaborate. Maybe it just needed to be incredulous enough to buy.

Maybe, you needed another liar.

You opened your eyes and let your shoulders sag just enough to indicate surrender.

“There was a containment breach.”

Now it was Leahy’s turn to sit up, his posture straight as he leaned against the table.

“In the nightmare?”

You nodded slowly, as if recalling the details against your will.

“It was… bad.”

“Who started it?”

“I don’t know.”

“How many casualties?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where does the breach happen?!”

“I don’t know!” you snapped back. “I just remember fleeing to a garage. There were Foundation vehicles, and we took one. To escape into the forest.”

“We?”

Leahy took the bait, but you hesitated. It wasn’t for show.

“Someone was… with me. An SCP.”

“Go on.”

Pressing your lips together, you shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

“I think he started the breach. He came for me, and we left together.”

“Who, Reid,” Leahy growled. “Give me a designation.”

You prayed for forgiveness. Even this SCP didn’t deserve the Site Director’s cruel attention.

“SCP-035.”

Leahy glared at you for a long moment in which you didn’t look away, not until you dropped your eyes, shame forcing you to hide. An emotion that was uncomfortably truthful.

The Site Director stood, not speaking to you again as he nodded to the guard and left the room. The two guards unlatched you from the table and led you to a place you’d been hoping to see: a heavy containment cell with thick doors and no way of escape. Leahy had bought your story, and you were on lockdown for the next 24 hours.

There was nowhere for you to rest, but you were delivered meals and clean clothes through an automated delivery system in the wall. It could have been worse, at least you were left alone and there was a rudimentary shower in one corner. But 24 hours was a long time in solitary, and your mind wandered back to a place it didn’t want to go.

The dream had been so real. Too real. Every detail was accurate, down to 049’s smell and the unique texture of his robes. You’d had no idea it was a dream, only an impending sense of it ending soon, perhaps your subconscious mind knowing it was inevitable to wake up. Your urgency for 049 to finish what you both had started had been all-consuming, and even now there was an echo, an emptiness left unfulfilled. Overt sexual desire wasn’t something you were prone to, but the dream version of yourself had had no compunctions about getting thoroughly fucked by 049 as quick as possible.

You buried your face in your hands and tried to think about anything but the dream, and like a lingering bad odor, 035 crept into your thoughts instead. Specifically, his words regarding 049—how old the SCP was, and that no one but you had touched him before. How the loneliness must affect him after centuries of solitude, even when surrounded by his disciples. You could imagine it all too well, the way 049 would keep them at a proper, polite distance. Hadn’t he tried the same with you?

It was difficult to know how much of it was truth, and how much of it was 035’s usual embellishment and love of a compelling story. It made sense that he would paint 049 as a tragic, romantic figure. It also didn’t mean he was wrong.

And then there was 035. You shouldn’t sympathize with such a dangerous anomaly, and yet, you hoped he wouldn’t face harsh consequences for your lie. Leahy was ambitious, but he wouldn’t be able to destroy the mask. The Foundation had tried many times, almost as many times as they’d tried to kill 682—who, apparently, might not be as dead as once thought.

And that same Foundation had known you were anomalous from the start according to 035. You didn’t know how it was possible, surely there would have been signs, and they wouldn’t have given you so much freedom with the SCPs. How much did Dr. Puli know? How much did Leahy?

049, 682, your own history. How reliable was this information with 035 as the storyteller? Unreliable narrator didn’t begin to cover it.

The one good thing about being isolated was it gave you plenty of time to sort out the last few days in your head, but by the end, you were ready to claw at the walls. Even seeing Leahy’s face when he entered your cell the next morning was nearly a welcome sight.

His satisfied smirk didn’t bode well, and neither did the guards at his side.

“Seeing as there were no containment breaches, it’s safe to assume the coin does not show you something that will inevitably happen.”

He moved closer and crouched, now eye level with you where you sat leaning against the wall.

“It shows you something that will never happen.”

The urge to give the Site Director a good punch while you had the chance fell away, the dream springing up in its place. An impossible dream, one that 24 hours had proved wouldn’t take place.

You looked away, hating that the disappointment on your face would sell the lie, hating even more that it wasn’t a lie at all.

“Get her up.”

Leahy moved out of your space, replaced by two guards who hauled you to your feet and secured the manacles around your wrists. They were beginning to chaff and bruise, but you didn’t resist as they led you to a freight elevator at the end of Heavy Containment.

Only when you got inside and Leahy inserted his keycard and put in a code did you pay attention, especially when he didn’t enter a floor number.

The elevator shuddered and began its descent, its movements utilitarian and not smooth as the lab elevators were. It kept going for a minute, then two, far past any floor that should exist.

Down, down, down. Straight into the belly of the beast.

You weren’t going to the basement levels. You were going beneath Site-20.

Next Chapter

#the raven's hymn #scp 049 x reader #scp 049 #scp 049 fanfiction #scp fanfiction #wolveria writes

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goldeneyedgirl · 1 year ago

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Hey! @sonyawix

This is an interesting take and I had to consult with the Holder of the Jalice Braincells (@volturialice) to really break this down.

It sounds like the author of that take is kind of more interested in perfect, idealized relationships and might not be a fan of Alice, honestly. Plus SMeyer made a lot of the relationship dynamics in canon a really odd thing - we see all three Cullen relationships as very one-dimensional because of the relationship triptych I've ranted about before.

Because of Alice's backstory and her gift, we know that she's going to be a bit of a weirdo. She's essentially bet everything she has that the pictures in her brain are a path to happiness, that Jasper will make her happy. She has no reference point to interpersonal relationships beyond her visions, she has no memories of humanity; we really aren't shown exactly what level she was functioning at when she woke up. Those 28 missing years would be fascinating in how she built herself into a functional individual, honestly.

She bets everything on Jasper, and I think that shows what an optimistic, determined person she is. She could have gone to the Cullens straight away and probably would have been welcomed warmly - there's nothing in canon indicating that wasn't an option. But for whatever reason, Alice commits to waiting for Jasper. That's loyalty and dedication and love.

Just because their meeting was fated/planned doesn't mean it isn't meaningful.

So Alice seeing Jasper for all those years is not going to necessarily match up with him in real life. It's one thing to know a person has trauma, it's entirely another to meet that traumatized, depressed person. It's one thing to get the greatest hits of the relationship pumped straight into the brain, it's another to have all those small moments, those in-between times.

We know from Jasper's time with Maria that he tends to deify the women he's involved with. He put both Maria and Alice on a pedestal. That's just how he loves and commits - fully and totally. His 'hyperfocus' on Alice is a sign of how much he loves and treasures her. I honestly don't think it would have mattered how or when they met, Jasper would have treated her the same - the most precious thing he has.

We also know that Jasper has spent the best part of one hundred years in a high-stress environment where nothing was guaranteed. He didn't trust Maria at the end. So being introduced to someone who could tell him which path would be safe? Where there was no risk or fighting? I think that would be an incredible support for Jasper. I imagine in the early days, he'd probably ask Alice to check the future more than necessary because of his PTSD. And I can imagine Alice checking every time he asked, and going over all the details with love and patience.

And we know that Jasper does go against her wishes - he disagreed with her decision to return to Forks when Alice thought she had died, and Alice went alone (side note, if Jasper had gone with her, there was an opportunity for a lot of Eclipse set up right there.)

As for dehumanizing all her relationships, Alice is very distinctively trying to help throughout the series. It might be over the top, and it might not go to plan, but all of her visions and guidance are meant to help the people she loves. Alice has never known life without her sixth sense, so of course she uses it like we use our five senses. Does it give her a God-complex? Yes. Do I think it's meant to be more of a nod to Meyer's insistence on calling her a 'pixie' and utilizing fae imagery since fairies in lore are supported to love helping? Absolutely.

I think it's pretty disingenuous to say that people are 'ideas' to Alice when she was changed and abandoned. It's more likely that Alice is more intensely aware of what makes them happy so that they all stay together and she's not left alone again. If she didn't see people as people, but as chess pieces, then she wouldn't have go to see Charlie when she thought Bella was dead; she wouldn't have gone to Volterra to save Edward; she wouldn't have taken Jasper with her to find the hybrid.

So yeah, I disagree pretty strongly with this because it feels more like a way to minimize and dismiss Alice and her relationship with Jasper. But this is just my take on the character, and I'm sure there are dozens of different readings and interpretations out there!

#alice cullen #jasper hale #the twilight saga #jalice #what is a 'natural relationship' really? i'm ND i just like your vibes and adopt you forever and that's weird to some people #in the end alices gift is about protecting her and her loved ones #and you could argue that is how it's used throughout the series #jasper simps his wife #alice adores her husband and she's just there trying to make everyone happy

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ewanmitchelll · 2 years ago

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“Check yes, Y/N...” (I)

Imagine you are the youngest daughter of Lord Stark and Aemond Targaryen falls in love with you right before civil war starts. What then?

Warnings: fluff.

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You like the cold. It's soothing, it's home. It's all you ever known. It’s right where you belong. At times, the wolf spirit—a term used rather sternly by Lord Stark to qualify your willfulness—comes to surface and you flee from dinner to run towards the highest hill and there stay, almost howling to the moon. Perhaps you are a she-wolf, indeed—much to your parents dismay.

Nonetheless, you see yourself a sweet she-wolf, though. You are still every inch a damsel, whose preferences lie in the stars, books and solitude. Sometimes you dance, sometimes you play the lute. Unusually, you sew or ride.

When you were a child, though, your spirits were wilder and your mother were often chasing after you because you hated to sew and wanted to play sword with your brothers. However, you are older now—you are not loud, neither a disobedient lass. You possess a sweet nature that flown into a radiant beauty to gaze at, though you are unaware of how beautiful you are to others.

Precisely why your mother and father think wise to marry you before you start taking random flirtations with stable boys to other levels. Such activities are not being tolerated anymore. So now here you are, going to the court with your father to celebrate King Viserys’s name day.

“Why are you looking so abhorrent, my child? Every other lady would gladly switch sides to be in your position now”, so tells your father.

You are dressed in light blue silk gown with details in white, your hair drops loose from both sides in northern fashion braids.

“I do not wish to look so, my father”, you respond him in a melodic voice, bearing a composed smile. “I merely wished we could stay at home, is all. I miss my books. They make me feel more useful than going to celebrate a distant king.”

“I am not tolerating your nonsense”, he snaps at you. “My patience with you is running thin, Y/N. You don’t think I know you are smitten with Master H/N? Nay. A lone wolf does not survive without its pack, and it’s more than time for you to build yours.”

Message is clear. You turn your gaze away, hurt for not being told you are about to get married to some stranger… and thus miss the freedom you’ve always had.

But you can’t tell what fate has for you…

***

Lord Aemond has just left Vhagar when he spots Ser Criston Cole in fast pace.

“Let me guess. Aegon has gone missing again, hasn’t he?”, he rolls his eyes. “And right today. I shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, I am not.”

Ser Criston smirks at the prince.

“Your mother is not in the best of the moods this day, my prince. You are lucky there’s still thirty minutes ahead before the feast begins.”

Aemond smirks back.

“Always on time.”

He, however, hopes he will not be seen when his name echoes in the hallway. Aemond stops, shoulders tense. Fuck.

“Mother dear”, he turns, hands behind his back, posture perfect. “To what I owe the honor?”

“Don’t play the cynical with me, Aemond Targaryen. I told you not to ride on Vhagar this day. It’s your father’s name day. What’s wrong with you?” Alicent smells and groans. “Goodness me! You smell like old dragon!”

“Mother! No need to offend Vhagar”, he protests. “I will bath and not waste our time… Though I hardly expect that he is noticing us.”

“Don’t. Aemond, don’t say these things. Your father loves you…”

Aemond shakes his head. But, holding back his temper, he looks at his mother fondly before pressing a kiss over her temple.

“I will not take that long, I promise.”

And just like that he vanishes, much to Queen Alicent’s frustrations. Couldn’t they just be a functional family for once? But she chews her bottom lip and buried such thought deep in her mind under the pretense all that is well shall end well.

***

Your father is very pleased for the honored seats he arranged for him, your brother and you. He is to be found close to Princess Rhaenyra’s side, whom he regards as the true heir to the Iron Throne—as he vowed years before. Your brother, his heir, was arranged to seat by the Velaryon’s table. But you… you got the better part, or so he judged. You are to seat next to princess Helaena’s side.

Despite knowing her good nature, you are suddenly shy. You panic before the fact you are too close to the throne. That is, to the royal family.

I was born to be a loner. My father somehow fails to see it.

Yet, you mask well your insecurities. You take a deep breath, but as you step to take your place, lord Aemond shows up and joins you. You haven’t noticed he’d been following you with his eyes, amused by how socially awkward you are.

“If you excuse me, my lady, you are not the only outsider here”, he says in a husky tone.

“My lord prince”, your eyes go wide and your face goes bright pink. You instantly curtsy. “I…Greetings, my lord. I wasn’t expecting to join your family, is all. It’s an honor unfit for my station, despite my father believing otherwise.”

He chuckles at your words. Aemond is intrigued how you, clearly a northern, provides a great stark from his family.

“Well, I don’t think I’ve seen a humble nobleman before, less so a noblewoman”, he pulls a chair for you to seat before joining your side. “May I know your name, my lady?”

Something about his voice gives you chills and weakens your knees. But a proud she-wolf would not admit it, would you now?

“Lady Y/N Stark”, you present yourself regally. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance…”

He takes your hand and there presses a kiss. As your eyes meet, you don’t seem to notice how lingering the gaze is until he drops your hand. Aemond side smirks at you, amusement glinting before his good eye.

“As it is mine, lady Stark. Have you never seen an one eyed man before?”

“Staring is rude, my mother would reprehend me for such behavior, apologies”, you smile, though nothing in your eyes gives any sign of regret; the ambivalence of your body language and your words hold his attention. “People usually say the eyes give so much of the soul…”

“I have but one. Should it be presumed I have a hole in my soul?”, he muses sarcastically, much to your annoyance.

“This is hardly what I intended to speak. It appears, however, my lord has the ability to read minds since you can so easily decipher what is in mine”, you retort.

Lord Aemond chuckles, appreciating your sharp tongue as he takes a seat next to you at long last.

“Don’t mind me, lady Stark. I was merely being provocative. Ask my relatives away, if you like. Do not take it personal.”

You refuse to cast him a glance, pretending to concentrate yourself in the food there is on your plate.

“Why would I do so? I do not need proofs when you give so willingly.”

“It appears I offended my lady”, he observes in a whisper.

“We did not start well”, you agree, opting for the silence.

But Aemond is not letting you go quiet so easily. He is still transfixed by your presence and what you showed. Sweet you may be, but he finds something else in you that has all of him right into you without your notice.

“I’ve never been to Winterfell before”, he tells you. “So far I’ve been to Harrenhal and the Riverlands, but never so far north. The lands of the wolves. I’ve read about them. The dire-wolves are legendary beasts who, however, possess quite a connection with their owners. Some say it lies in the magical past of the First Men”.

His wit dissolves any first bad impression you had on him, forcing you to look at him, perplexed.

“How’d you know all these things?”

Aemond smirks, pleased to see he has your attention.

“I read books. I am not merely a sword player, my lady, nor some vain lord you might judge. I believe the brain is the best defense of any living creature.”

You tilt your head, not minding the festivities that are occurring, nor how Aegon is rolling his eyes at what he judges as boring conversation.

“Indeed it is, although not many of us are able to sharp it as it should”, you give a half crooked grin.

“How so, lady Stark?”, he inquires, taking his goblet of wine to his lips all the while locking eyes with you.

Your knees go weak and something about how he stares at you makes your feminine parts go warm. Despite such uncomfortable realization, you mask your sentiments well.

“Men are given a greater level of liberty to such matters. This should tell a lot.”

“I detect some resentment in it.”

“This world is not balanced nor fair, my lord. And yet I can’t say I am not privileged myself. I’ve been given some access to knowledge, that I will not lie, against my own mother’s desires, but I wish I had more.”

Aemond smirks. You think he is denuding your soul, but instead of pushing him away, your eyes remain glued against his—the invitation is too tempting to refuse.

“Has the wolf been caged?”

“No, my lord. Like dragons, we are not anybody’s possessions to be slaved to others’ will.”

But for now the conversation is interrupted. To Aemond’s consternation, Lord Velaryon asks you for a dance. What annoys him further is that you smile at him and say yes.

(To be continue)

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x female reader #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond fic #house targaryen #aemond #aemond x fem!reader #Aemond Targaryen x Y/N Stark

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aylen-san · 3 months ago

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Continuing education

Elwing led Maglor to the seaside. The sea was calm, its waves gently lapping against the sandy shore, and the evening sun painted the water in golden and pink hues. A fresh sea breeze carried the scent of salt and seaweed. Here, amidst this grandeur of nature, she felt closer to her roots and the wonders she had once experienced.

They stopped at the very edge of the water, and Elwing, holding Maglor’s hand, looked into his eyes. The damp sand beneath their feet was pleasantly cool, sticking to their bare feet and creating a sense of unity with nature.

— Over there on the distant shores, — she began, her voice troubled and profound, — I first experienced the wonder of transformation. This experience changed me forever, and I want to share it with you. But for this, you will need not only knowledge but also a strong will and a pure heart, — Elwing did not want to recall the events that led to the transformation.

Maglor listened intently, his eyes burning with curiosity and determination. He felt as if he were on the brink of a great discovery and was ready for it. Elwing allowed the past to fade into the background for now, focusing on the lesson. If he succeeded, he would be able to fly with Eonwë and spend even more time with him.

Elwing continued to speak about the magic of transformations, her voice soft yet penetrating. She explained how important it was to understand not only the physical form but also the inner essence of the bird he wished to become. Maglor absorbed every word, his mind working at full capacity, trying to remember all the details and nuances.

— You must not just imagine the form but also feel it, become it on a soul and mind level. To begin, close your eyes and imagine that you are a bird. This is a deep fusion with the nature of the being you wish to become. You must feel how the bird breathes, how its wings cut through the air, how its heart beats in its chest. Only then can you become one of them. — I will try, Lady Elwing!

She let go of his hand and took a step back, giving him space to concentrate. Maglor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to connect with the nature around him. He listened to the sound of the waves rolling over the sand and imagined what it was like to be part of this vast sea.

Maglor closed his eyes and tried to picture the flight of a bird, recalling everything he had learned from observing birds. He felt the wind, heard the cries of seagulls, and smelled the salty sea. But nothing happened. He opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment.

— This is harder than I thought, — he said. Elwing smiled, but her smile was tinged with sadness.

— It does not come right away. You need time and patience. It’s late already, stay with me tonight; the shore can be treacherous at night. Maglor hesitated for a moment, during which a thick fog began to roll in along the path leading to the tower. For a moment, he thought he saw a figure vaguely resembling an elf. "Is it Ossë?" — flashed through his mind, but who it was Maglor did not know; it was probably just a trick of the fog. Eonwë had warned him to be cautious with the sea and had sternly advised him to avoid the sea Maiar.

It seemed he would indeed have to stay with Elwing. But now he was beginning to worry about why she had been so angry with him at first, and why — Maglor was afraid to ask.

He turned his gaze to Elwing, who was still watching him, her face once again taking on a serious expression. Maglor felt an indescribable tension between them related to his past, but he could not understand its source.

— Lady Elwing, — he began, gathering all his courage, — I feel that I caused you much pain in the past, though I do not remember it. It is hard for me to understand, but I want to know what exactly I did. Please, tell me so that I can atone for my sins.

Elwing sighed, her gaze softening but still filled with pain. She was silent for a long time before responding.

— You were one of those who attacked the Havens of Sirion and took my sons, Elrond and Elros, — she finally said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. — You were the cause of my pain and suffering. I lost my family and my home because of you and your brothers.

Maglor felt a chill run down his spine. He did not know what to say; his heart ached with pain and remorse. He had never known what exactly he had done, but now, hearing it, he understood why Elwing had been so angry with him.

— I do not remember this, — he said quietly, lowering his head. — But I sincerely apologize for everything I have done. I want to atone for my sins and help you as much as I can.

Elwing looked at him, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. She saw before her not an enemy but a young elf seeking forgiveness and redemption and help in learning.

— It is not easy, Maglor, — she said more gently. — But if you truly wish to atone for your sins, you must be prepared for a long journey. Let’s start with lessons. Perhaps, in time, I will be able to forgive you.

Maglor nodded, understanding that it would not be easy. His eyes suddenly stung with self-reproach for his past, for the fact that Maglor felt not only that he was to blame but also that Elwing and someone else very important to him were involved. But above all, he was pierced by a longing for the two little half-elves, inexplicably dear to him, and resentment mixed with love for someone very high and red-haired.

Elwing noticed how Maglor’s face changed and shifted her focus from her own feelings. She saw in him not just an enemy, but an elf who also suffered from his past, even if he did not remember it fully. In this small elf, she saw not only guilt but also a sincere desire to make things right.

— Maglor, — she began softly, extending her hand to him, — I understand that this is not easy for you. We have both lost much in the past. But now we have a chance to start anew, — she said this more to herself than to him, wondering once again why Manwë had sent Fëanor’s son to her.

— Thank you, Lady Elwing, — he said, his voice trembling with emotion. — I am ready to learn and work on myself. I want my father to be proud of me.

Elwing stood with her head bowed and sighed heavily. Her eyes were shining with tears she had struggled to hold back. It was difficult for her to accept the thought that Fëanor's sons were not absolute monsters but had human qualities as well. Tormented by conflicting feelings, Elwing tried to understand what had led them to turn against their own kin.

It was easier for her to think of them as heartless servants of the enemy rather than acknowledge that the attack on the Havens of Sirion was not entirely their fault. Elwing was tormented by the thought that she should have ensured her sons' safety and sent them to Círdan or Gil-galad, declaring an evacuation. Perhaps she should have tried to negotiate with Maedhros and Maglor? Why did they attack and draw their swords against their own kin?

These questions had troubled her for many centuries and now resurfaced from the depths of her mind. But alas, she could no longer get answers — Maglor did not remember this episode of his past life, and Maedhros and Ambarussa were long gone.

— We will start with lessons, — she said, rising and smoothing the folds of her light dress, — and then see where this path leads us. Remember, you promised to learn not only transformation but also the culture of the Sindar.

Stealing Maglor directly from Elwing, as he had done with her sons, would likely be impossible. After all, this was Aman, the sacred land where rules and laws were much stricter. Here, surrounded by immortal elves and under the watchful eyes of the Valar, such actions would not go unnoticed. But convincing him to stay with her? Oh yes, she would try!

Elwing mentally calculated how best to approach this issue. A faint smile played on her lips as she imagined how she would subtly influence his decisions. Perhaps she would start with tales of her people’s traditions and history, showing him the beauty and wisdom he had never known. Her home was full of artifacts and relics, each with its own story to tell.

She might invite him to stroll through the quiet forests and shores of Aman, showing him the beauty of these places. Perhaps she would teach him to sing Sindarin songs. Their melodies and words would penetrate his soul, awakening something new within him, something he had never known. In the past, Maglor was renowned not only as a warrior but also as an outstanding bard.

Every action of his, every step, every glance, she would guide in the right direction. His trust in her would grow with each passing day, and soon he would begin to see her not just as his enemy but as a mentor, friend, and even family. He would start staying longer and longer, first for one night, then for several days, and eventually for weeks.

Elwing was confident that, over time, he would want to stay with her. He would realize that he had found something here that he could never find among the Noldor — true understanding, acceptance, and peace. And then she would know that her plan had succeeded. Wouldn’t it be the best revenge against the Noldor and even against Maglor himself, when he remembers the past, to make him a true Sindar and tame him, just as she had done with her sons?

#art #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #tolkien #fanfic #maglor #kanafinwe #macalaurë #elwing #birds #silmarillion #feanorians #feanorion #lort #silm fic

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reluctanthurricane · 10 months ago

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#24 for the end-of-year book meme, please!

Did you DNF anything? Why?

I sure did! I read a lot and I try not to make myself finish things if I could be reading a book I'd like more. I'm bad at it and I'm also bad at tracking but here are the ones I did track/can remember

Under a cut because apparently I have more than I realized

Queen of Sorrow, by Sarah Beth Durst -- I was enjoying this trilogy well enough. Like nothing ground breaking but I was having a good time. And I thought I knew where it was going! The premise of the world was that humans and these like, nature spirits shared the world and some female humans had the ability to control the nature spirits and each land has a queen that controls the nature spirits of the whole land and it was framed in a way that the nature spirits needed the human queen to control them and in the first book we find that some of the spirits are way smarter than the protagonist knew was possible, so I thought oh, I know where this is going, in the last book we're going to find out that this White Man's Burden style subjugation is actually bad, but then I picked it up and that didn't seem to be where it was going and I talked to some folks who read it and apparently that doesn't get addressed??? So that felt icky so I gave up on it.

Octavia's Brood, this is a short story collection that marries the themes of Octavia Butler's work with the imaginations of social justice activists, which is a cool concept! Except I read the first two stories and both of them were ... not good. I was told there was one really good story in there but I gave it back to the friend who lent it to me without reading it so that was on me, but yeah, not for me.

Nudge, I was reading this and then it seemed uh, internally inconsistent with its argument and then I remembered the executive level coworker who recommended it to me got fired and then If Books Could Kill did an episode on it while I was reading it and I was like "Okay, I don't need to finish this"

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, by Catherynne M. Valente. I just wasn't vibing with it. It was good but idk, I think I read it too close to Seanan McGuire (writing as A. Deborah Baker) doing a very similar concept and I needed more space between them. I may pick it up again. some other time

Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett - oh my, okay. So. I know a lot of people adore this book, and I'm so happy for them and I wish I could be one of them. But the prose is excruciating and I say this as someone who loves flowery bullshit. I think my biggest problem with it is that it felt to me like it was supposed to read academic or even maybe bloviating academic, which makes sense! But instead it was overwrought in a way that did not match at all with Emily Wilde as a character. She is an old school anthropologist who is so focused on her work that she doesn't think to do anything to personalize her long-term-temporary home. This is her journal/field notes, I just cannot imagine her taking the time to describe the natural world around her in all that much detail, let alone describe the sky as a "cerulean canopy". If she were in the humanities, I'd be here for it, if she were especially extra as a person sure! But she is neither and I got mad about it.

Castles in Their Bones, by Laura Sebastian - Another book that I was having a perfectly fun time with, but I think I just didn't have patience for YA at the time and then my library loan lapsed and I didn't put any effort into getting it back.

The Terraformers, by Annalee Newitz. I am planning on picking this one up again! I have it on my list of books I am going to prioritize this year! But somehow again! Timing has conspired against me with finishing one of their books! This is the fourth time!!! I have started one of their books and through no fault of the book!!! I have failed to finish it!!!! :( I am going to break the pattern this year!!!!

How to Keep House While Drowning, by K C Davis. Listen I know this book helps a lot of people. It wasn't for me.

Stiff, by Mary Roach - loan lapsed, I'll pick it up again at some point maybe but I don't have any real plans to do so in the immediate future.

The School for Good Mothers, by Jessamine Chan. I heard good things about this book and I get why! But I am not like, invested in stories about parenthood, and the first bit of the book that I did read was rough (in a like, intentional way that was impressive from a craft perspective) and I wasn't able to get past that part.

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone, by Benjamin Stevenson. I found this book boring, and I think that is entirely my fault. I am not a mystery reader and I got the vibe that this book was in conversation with the genre in a way that I just wasn't going to appreciate because I was missing all of it! I may pick it up again if I ever become more well versed in the genre or maybe I will try reading it with my ears some time.

The Soul of an Octopus, by Sy Montgomery - Montgomery started out the book framing how cool octopodes are through her own experience that was just so obnoxiously saccharine that, I, a person who already thinks cephalopods are cool as heck was rolling my eyes right out of my head. Another example of a book that's probably fine but just not for me

The Last Heir to Blackwood Library, by Hester Fox. I don't remember this book at all, it just had a cool concept and I felt like it kept falling short of how good it should have been.

Tesla, by Richard Munson - I would love to read a biography of Tesla but somehow all the ones I haven't really vibed with any of them. I mean I think biographies of dead genius men are frequently written in a way that is obnoxious. This one was the best of them so far but also my loan lapsed and I have not found my way to caring enough to check it out again.

And finally this is the year I discovered that most romance novels work for me for about 80-90% of the book but once we get to the third act breakup (annoying) or the resolution (even worse), I frequently cannot bring myself to care. And like, I read and finished romance novels I like! But I read 80-90% of probably half or slightly more of the romance novels I picked up. I do think this has to do with me being on the aromantic spectrum. I like romance, I just think that when we start to see the priorities of our protagonists change, the book loses me a little. And I think that's yet another example of not all art being for all people and that being okay.

#Good golly I had a lot to say #ask meme #thank you LQ!#lisafer

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aleakybiro · 2 years ago

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A ramble about Breath of the Wild's difficulty level;

I've poured more hours into Breath of the Wild than I probably should have, perhaps only outdone by my last obsession with Animal Crossing New Leaf. I’ve finished the game twice, and decided I wanted another go. Let me say; it’s rare to come across a game so captivating it makes you want to pour in another 150 hours to see every detail all over again.

My first time playing the game, I was pretty bad at it by any gamer’s standards. If I wanted to go somewhere, I’d quite literally go as the crow flies. I’d cross cliffs, attempt to jump huge rivers, swim across lakes; because, apparently, I’d never heard of roads. At every enemy, I chose flight over fight. I forgot to prepare food before every venture from a stable. There was no strategy, no direction, no intent. I once tried to befriend wizzrobes because I thought they were fairies, and I’ll die disappointed about it.

But I think that was why it was fun. I played the game like a 6 year-old who just wanted to ride horses and find out what happened to Zelda. And the game let me. Unlike most games, where you can only access certain parts of the map at certain levels, I could go the most illogical way possible and this game would just laugh and wish me good luck. I didn’t get stuck, like ever, because I wasn’t bogged down figuring out how it was supposed to be played, how someone else was expecting me to get unstuck.

My second time, I knew the tricks. I knew there were roads and bridges, I knew how to fight from the offset, I knew which enemies were too dangerous to take at the beginning, and how to find everything. This time, I went to Gerudo town first so I could get the magic jewellery, because I knew it would be helpful on the way to getting the proper armour. I played the game the way it was perhaps not so much intended to be – for Breath of the Wild there is, of course, no intended way – but expected to be. Eventually though, I got bored. I didn’t have the patience to drag my heels through the completion of every shrine and puzzle. I just fought Ganon so I could finish the game and start over. Another nice option, might I add.

But why? Well, there was no challenge anymore. I knew how to beat every enemy, what was where. I knew to visit the castle dungeon mid-game to get the goods rather than right at the end where they were little use. I knew every twist and turn, every memory scene, most of the secrets in the map. But it just felt like I was walking in my old footsteps with less wonder and less to discover.

I love Breath of the Wild. I wanted to traverse its wonderful universe a hundred times. But I couldn't just do the same thing a third time, what was the point? I needed something new. A challenge. So on my third playthrough, I had some new rules:

No upgrading hearts or stamina. I could collect every spirit orb in the game, but it wasn’t allowed.

No upgrading runes.

No using the champion gifts, even if I had earned them fair and square.

No fancy clothes. Basic Hylian clothes only. And the warm doublet, ‘cause I said so.

No upgrading clothes either. Not that I’d miss the fairies.

Now, this put me in an interesting position. I played through the Great Plateau as normal, and enjoyed it as I always did. There’s something about it, it’s just my favourite part. Perhaps it’s the secluded area, perhaps the small space as you build from zero. Or maybe the stronger link to the story at that point in the game. I’ve never been sure. But the moment I set foot on Hyrule kingdom soil, there was no more normal; and in a good way.

At this point, I hadn’t considered any other changes to my playthrough, so I set off down the beaten track towards Kakariko village…for maybe 2-3 minutes?. I saw the Bridge of Hylia, and I turned right. Impa could wait.

And it was a great decision. The Faron region is the only one you’re not really directed to in your main quest, when you think about it. Most regions are home to an important village, a major path, or an area where at least part of the main quest takes place. Excluding Akkala, but there’s plenty of direction towards it. So what directs people to Faron? There’s only one memory there, and it’s right on the outskirts. Either you’re aiming for completion, or you’re just plain curious. The latter is the beauty of the game.

The only area that really has a difficulty level intended for a specific point in the game is the Duelling peaks, and to an extent Hateno, suited to be easier in the beginning. So Faron was a fun choice for a first region. Storms, the lightning god, a jungle, a peaceful village unaffected by your main quest? Perfect.

I had my knowledge of how to fight, and of different enemies and whatnot, but I was still in for a shock. Oh yeah. Where most of us would brush a couple of Stalmoblins off, they were a one hit killer for me, and I quickly learned I couldn’t take three at once without getting hit. A rude awakening. So travelling at night was out. I also quickly found I had to restock food at every cookpot, because there was no point in carrying a ten heart meal. Just lots of burnt fish and mushrooms. Classy.

But the biggest change (and my favourite) was the combat. I’m aware that you can buy master mode if you want to make the game more challenging, but what does it change? You take more damage, enemies are stronger, your weapons break more often. To me, that honestly sounds very frustrating. It makes the technical combat more difficult, but it doesn’t change how you approach it. That, for me anyway, was the fun bit.

I remember early in my first playthrough, I was sent to raid a beach camp near Hateno village to rescue some sheep. At this point, I was still a terrible fighter (and a bit of a wimp), so I picked the monsters off one by one with remote bombs until there were few enough to take in one go. It took a while, sure, but hell was it a satisfying victory. Now, two playthroughs later, it was back to that kind of strategy. Analyse your surroundings for things to drop or to blow up, approach from the right place, bait monsters out to you, pick them off one by one. Granted, I failed a lot – I’m still not a great fighter by any stretch of the imagination– but I was thinking about what I was doing, so every victory felt more earned.

The most satisfying win I’ve had so far was against a lynel. (No, I wasn’t going to hide from them this time, I’m slightly less of a wimp.) So, I thought back to how I normally fight a lynel. Stasis, hit, wait to recharge, repeat until dead. But that strategy had some beef with my little rulebook – No stasis +.

Which turned out to be pretty brilliant.

In my previous victories against lynels (few and far between, if I’m honest), I had never really taken the time to watch how they fought, I’d just ran around waiting for my stasis to recharge. However, upon watching, I noticed they don’t have too many moves, really.

Their close combat moves feature a cross slash and a heavy swing, dodged by backflip, as well as a charge attack which can be avoided with a side hop, both allowing me to get my hits in with a flurry rush. (which were my best friend this playthrough, even on bokoblins)

They also featured a move where they breathe fire – my personal favourite, because for the lynel of Ploymous mountain, he was standing on grass. When this move was featured, I could glide on the updraft, and draw my bow.

Now, a general rule when fighting a lynel is never draw your bow. You draw your bow, they draw theirs. Big mistake.

My first encounter with a lynel way back when was with the one on the Naydra snowfield. Here, I had a similar situation as with the wizzrobes. You see I thought, ladies and gentlemen, that the lynel was a centaur. Like an npc creature. That I should go and talk to. Until, of course, I saw the dreaded yellow exclamation mark and knew I had royally screwed myself over. I ran, only to find that their arrows could HONE IN ON YOU LIKE MISSILES, and I was dead in less than ten seconds. You can draw a number of conclusions about my intelligence from this, but the important lesson is never to let a lynel draw its bow.

Once yours is in hand, the only way to stop it from doing so is to shoot it in the face, stun it, then put your bow away. But on the ground, you have no chance of this hit before you’re trampled. From the air, however, the time freeze allows you to take the shot, drop to the ground, and perform the legendary move of mounting a lynel.

Did it take some trial and error to figure this out? Absolutely. Would I have figured it out if I hadn’t put myself in the position where I had to? Probably not. And I certainly wouldn’t have been able to ramble about it like a 5 year old at a birthday party if I hadn’t.

To me, that’s what makes videogames exciting, especially ones like Breath of the Wild, where you’re constantly figuring out new ways to do things. If any of you have ever played Splatoon, think about what’s more fun; Shooting your enemies down, or surprising them as you jump out from the trail of a curling bomb and splashdown three people at once? The rewarding part of the fighting aspect of gaming is winning in the ways that no one, sometimes not even yourself, expects. I don’t imagine everyone feels the same way; there is, of course, a certain pleasure to just blasting them. But this is true for me.

I also feel like, as you move through Breath of the Wild, you get a lot of great tips on creative fighting; from npcs, loading screens, and hidden all over the game, but many of them quickly become irrelevant. Taking out a bokoblin camp with magnesis is all great until you have seven hearts and can run in and mow them down in 20 seconds. During this playthrough, I actually learned a lot of tactics I could apply in the overworld through shrine puzzles.

In my early game exploration of Faron, I encountered an area of constant thunderstorm, caused by a shrine. The shrine was at the top of a massive waterfall. First thing that comes to your head? Yep. Zora armour. But by my rules, that wasn’t an option. Next? Climb the cliff and rest on its ledges. Bad news; with one wheel of stamina and constant rain, that wasn’t happening either. So what would I do? Come back later? In any other situation, yes, but this time, later in the game I’d still have no fancy armour, and no more stamina. So I had just as much chance of success now as I would later.

I am admittedly proud to say I did figure it out. The solution was found in a rather annoying shrine puzzle, where you had to lead one of those giant Sheikah orbs along a waterfall and into the hole. The goal was to use cryonis blocks to make a path for it. Incredibly pernickety and frustrating, but there was the solution, staring me in the face. A cryonis staircase up to the top of the waterfall.

It took a while, but it’s another example of using every tool at my disposal. The runes are an aspect of Breath of the Wild’s gameplay that is very creative, and very well used in overworld korok puzzles as well as shrines, but I think, rather underutilised in combat. That’s not to fault the design – the open nature of the game gives us the option, but most players would simply rather opt to use a royal broadsword, which is to be fair completely understandable.

This way of playing made the experience feel more human. If you were out in the wild, you’d need every trick in the book. You’d have to pick your battles - when you travel, what route you take, what you pack - very carefully. From the beginning of the game, Link is, let’s face it, already strong for a human/hylian. He can fight, he can take being stabbed a few times, withstand harsh environments for a decent amount of time, jog for way longer than I could dream, sprint a fair bit, climb sheer cliffs… He has the strength of your average soldier right off the bat. By the time you’re halfway through the game he’s frankly super-human. And yes, this kinda fits with the lore of the goddess’ chosen hero, but still; anyone who can get hit by a guardian’s laser square on and get back up is more than just abnormally strong.

And I’ve always been very interested in what it would be like to be a civilian during the events of the game. We laugh as travellers get beaten up by red bokoblins, but the truth of it is we’d probably be just like the truffle hunter girls. This time I suddenly didn’t feel so invincible against a black bokoblin, and the reality of the danger of Breath of Wild’s expansive world hit me. It’s not all pretty post-apocalypse of open fields and skies. I don’t think the urgency of the boss battle in universe quite hits any player in the vast expanse of pretty picture material, but during this playthrough the thought did occur. Not that it made me go any faster.

Really, my point is that even if you love obliterating sixteen monsters in one charge (‘cause same), I would still whole-heartedly recommend trying Breath of the Wild this way if you ever plan to play through it again. It gives a different take on the world and gameplay, which for me was very fun, and breathed a little new life into a game that was already brimming with it the first time. Games are best when you play them however you want. Solve problems with crazy backwards solutions. Play games like a happy little six year-old at Christmas. Sometimes making things difficult for yourself is fun, and who’s gonna stop you?

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No pressure if you don’t want to share, but I’m so curious what you do for a living and/or what your educational background is. I’m so impressed with your storytelling skills that I feel like it cannot be accidental. I have a fair amount of experience as a reader/writer (though not professional) and have a college level writing/English degree and again I’m just so impressed. I wish I had the patience like some to bullet out specifics within a chapter but it’s like moment to moment you just don’t miss.

The exchange with Tommy and Joel in this chapter was superb. The way you write sometimes there isn’t much explanation needed, you do a beautiful job of showing vs telling. You let details unfold in such a subtle but very intentional way. I never feel like, “Oh, here’s the exposition”.

Beskar Doll and Lavender have been two of my absolute favorites and truthfully the initial plot around Yearling didn’t interest me but I trusted you based on the others. It’s becoming my favorite of the three. Like I don’t even care if it gets smutty (and… I usually want that), the story and character development are enough.

Anyway none of this to say skip the smut 😂 But please you how talented you are, especially considering your writing speed. You’re cranking shit out fast and nothing ever feels rushed or unintentional❤️

OMG Hi Bestie!

I totally don't mind sharing! I work in communications now (I write a lot of emails and blog posts, the occasional journal article, etc.) but I was a journalist for a decade before I sold my soul to the PR gods. I have a degree in journalism so my background is definitely all writing! And I have always done creative writing for fun. My mom went through boxes of my elementary school stuff like a year or two ago and found a little novella I wrote when I was like seven lol. I started writing my first novel (it's very bad though I did finish it) when I was 11 and writing novels has been my primary hobby ever since, really. When I got into fan fic earlier this year, I just kind of picked up what I do in novel planning and whatnot and plopped it into the fic space. It means so much that you think it's high quality work! I'm so glad you've enjoyed it!

And OMG this is so exciting about Yearling lol. Yearling has made me so nervous from the start? It was a story I really wanted to tell - trauma, recovery, finding home and family, forgiveness, growth - but it was the first fic I started writing that I thought people might be reading from the beginning and I didn't want to disappoint anyone. Every other fic I started writing thinking no one would read it so the stakes were INCREDIBLY low lol it was just for me! It's a little different now because so many kind, wonderful people have read these stories. Yearling is obviously a slow burn, which I know isn't what people always go for, and there's a LOT of plot - again, not always what draws people into fic! - so I'm thrilled that people have connected with it. I'm extra happy that you're a convert to it!! That made my day, for real!

Don't worry, smut is coming soon in Yearling lol! Smut is never the point in my fics, more just sprinkled in for spice (not that there's anything wrong with PWP!! I love that! I'm just AWFUL at writing it) but I love having it. I may not be as explicit when I write books but I find stories for and about adults unrealistic if it doesn't include sex or romance as some kind of driver (unless the characters are aro/ace) so it's a safe bet you'll find smut in my work! Also love that you think I'm writing fast lol I feel like I'm going so slow compared to Lavender but I really needed to have better balance between life and fic writing this time. While it's not written yet, I do have the whole fic story mapped so there's a plan for every major plot point. It's definitely intentional! I hope it keeps coming off that way and that you keep enjoying it!

Thank you so so so much for reaching out and for spending your time reading these fics. I loved reading your thoughts!! Love you!!

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So i get why y’all mad about the short hair in the Rings of power, but consider:

The short hair was a fashion choice unique to the second age. Where everyone jumped on the trend and then immediately (for elves so a couple centuries) jumped off again. It’s the embarrassing haircut every elf tries to forget they ever had, so much so that they tear down all statues and paintings where they have it.

The kind of thing that galadriel will absolutely hold over elrond’s head every time they come to visit, and show all his kids.

“Oh Arwen, he doesn’t want u to marry ur hot human boyfriend? Well sometimes he doesn’t make good decisions. Just Look at this painting i keep on me of him with short hair. Could you imagine a worse decision? I can’t”

Arwen (horrified): father?!!!

Elrond: it was a phase! Stop showing people that!

Galadriel: No ☺️

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The Inversion of the Ideal Type:

A mini meta on Komi-san Can’t Communicate

So i’ve been watching Komi-san lately, and I really love the main couple, but it took me a while to finally pinpoint why.

When the show begins, we start from Tadano’s perspective: he’s an average guy with a beautiful but silent classmate who’s secret he discovers. And at this point, I thought i knew what i was getting. The everyday man finding out some secret about a girl way out of their league causing the girl to need to keep them around is a very common wish fulfillment plot. Komi is clearly Tadano’s ideal girl, and the fact she has a weakness he can exploit is just the icing on the cake. I’ve seen it all before, and it always left a bad taste in my mouth.

But here’s the kicker: Tadano doesn’t exploit Komi’s secret. He doesn’t make her dependent on him, or act jealous of her new friends. He’s constantly looking out for her comfort and trying to help her reach out and make new friends. And in this, he becomes a wish fulfillment character himself. After all, a guy who genuinelu cares and tries to help you with your crippling anxiety? Someone who always understands when u try to communicate? People with social anxieties want that. Any girl who’s ever felt misunderstood wants that. Komi-san wants that. Tadano, with his gentle encouragement and seemingly endless patience, is as much Komi’s ideal man as she is his ideal woman.

And that’s what makes the show work. They both value each other, they both want each other, and every episode they find new little details about each other to make them fall even more in love. Its sweet and uncomplicated, and maybe its a bit idealistic, but its like having a yummy desert after a long day, it soothes you.

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The Great Demon Fiance ManHunt of Cang Qiong Sect

A scum villian’s self saving system au

It all started when Liu Qingge fell into another succubus pit.

Now the succubus in this pit had been gossiping just before he arrived. Well, more like debating in demon fashion, which is to say they had been in an all out brawl.

Liu Qingge thinks this might be an easy fight since they’re all so distracted, until on smarter succubus stops the others

“Wait!” She says. “He’s from Cang Qiong. Maybe he knows something!”

Liu qingge isn’t particularly interested in hearing them out, but they overwhelm him, united as one and fueled with the vigor of one who is starving for gossip

They ask him: “which cang Qiong peak lord is getting married to the next mobei-jun?”

This completely throws liu qingge for a loop nad he venemently denies it

But the succubus insist, spinning a tale of star crossed lovers which as reached their ears: of a young mobei-jun who was rescued by a pittiful human from cang qiong sect, who promised to always be there for mobei-jun, even as he rose higher and higher in thr sect, never betraying him, until even the great mobei-jun could not help but fall in love

Liu qingge dismisses this, but the succubus insist its true, because the same Mobei-jun visited their madam (i forget her name) for a fortune told, and there was a human at his side, dressed in the robes of a cang qiong peak lord!

Their madam is famous for her love fortunes! Why visit her with someone if u weren’t planning to marry them?

(Mobei-jun was not there for a love fortune. He and Shang Qinghua were looking for some plot device to help thwart on of his uncle’s schemes, and needed directions)

So which one was it? Was it him?

Liu qingge is outraged by this suggestion, so much so that it gives him enough of a power boost to escape

At first he ignores it. But it keeps circling in his brain, like a nagging fly he can’t get out of his mind

Then the unthinkable happens: Shen Qingqiu starts being nice! He saves him! He wants to bury the hatchet! He starts being nice to his disciples!

It’s almost like he recieved some very, very good news.

Like a secret proposal.

But no! Shen Qingqiu liked woman! He was always sneaking down to the red pavilon! Right? Right?

Unless he was just using that as a cover to sneak out to see his demon lover????

Filled with worry, he tries to subtly interrogate Shen Qingqiu by asking him what he thinks of demons. Rather predictably, this fails horribly. With an oblivious shen yuan thinking this was a perfect opportunity to get liu qingge to soften to his future brother-in-law’s heritage and gives his whole “there are bad and good ones” speech

Liu qingge leaves heartbroken, certain his shixiong is in love with a demon

He goes to yue qingyuan and tells him that they might be losing a martial brother to an engagement, but refuses to say who

Leaving yue qinghuan witn thr impession its liu qingge who’s getting engaged

At around this time, the rumor of a cang qiong peak lord marrying a demon reaches the peak, because those succubus are still fighting over which one it is, and have taken to asking every cang qiong disciple they can find

Yue qingyaun panics, because his shidi has all but told him he’s getting engaged, liu qingge panics because shen qingqiu could get in serious trouble if this is found out, and shang qinghua panics because what if this inane rumor causes people to examine his own connections to demons?

Shen qingqiu is not panicking. Shen Qingqiu is having a lovely time playing house eith binghe and ignoring everything else

Meanwhile the other peak lords all start accusing each other, the disciples start using this to start fights with other peak disciples, and its all getting very out of hand

Yue qingyuan is forced to call a meeting, and tries to politely get liu qingge to confess

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How to Woo the Girl You Dumped Without her Demon-possessed Brother Getting in your Way: A Guide by Jin Zinxuan

A crack au

It all begins when Jin Zinxuan notices that Jiang Yanli is actually really pretty.

This is unfortunately right in the middle of him yelling at her for trying to claim credit for the soup someone’s been making for him

Wei Wuxian shows up, demonic tendicals (we’re going anime version here) dripping from all around him as he defends his sister, it comes out that she has been making the soup, and now he’s smitten with a huge problem: the girl he likes both now prob hates him because he humiliated her, and also her brother is definitely a demon

Now a sensible person would first try to patch over the relationship with jiang yanli by apologizing, but jin Zixuan is a Jin! He’s never done a sensible thing in his life!

And also talking about feelings is really scary and as his friend Miammiam likes to point out, he is really bad at it

So naturally, he decides that the most important step to wooing Jiang yanli is to save her brother from demonic possession. That way she’ll be super impressed with him and he’ll be less terrifying and so greatful he’ll well come him into the family!

What could go wrong?!!

Jin Guangyao insists that it is not demonic possession, it is demonic cultivation. But jin zixuan has heard jin zixun rant about “that wei demon” enough times to know better

Figure of speech? What’s that?

So jin zixuan decides to exorcise wei wuxian, and to do that, he’ll need help from the smartest person he knows: jin Guangyao

Jin guangyao is less than thrilled at being sent on a rediculous job like this, to exorcise the clearly not possessed wei wuxian, until he realizes jin zixuan will do anything he suggests without question

ANYTHING

So Jin guangyao decides to have fun with this, setting jin zixuan on increasingly ridiculous tasks to “cure” wei wuxian of demonic possesstion

Like covering him in salt. Or throwing itchy flowers at him. Or running after him chanting this truely awful tune while hoping on one foot.

The result of course, is a very angry wei wuxian who chases zixuan away, and an increasingly desperate jin zixuan who thinks wei wuxian’s frustrations are proof that “the demons are trying to stop me!”

Now the sect heir acting strange is going to raise some eyebrows, and when outsiders look at jin zixuan throwing flowers and singing, they come to a very different conclusion.

Within a day, everyone in every sect is convinced jin zixuan is trying to court wei wuxian

“My son is a cutsleeve!” Moans jin guangshan. “How did this happen! I showed him all the fine ways to love a woman!”

“You’re lessons are the reason my son is a cutsleeve!” Madam jin retorts. “U scarred him for life!”

They proceed to spend the rest of the time arguing and somehow forget to actually talk to their son

Meanwhile in yumeng everyone is losing their collective shit. Jiang cheng is furious that jin zixuan thinks he can poach wei ying with a few pretty words and flowers. Jiang yanli is depressed because her crush is really hopeless now, and how could she measure up to wei wuxian?

Wei wuxian himself is disgusted, not that jun zixuan is a cutsleeve, but that he’d dare to court him! After what he did to shijie! He resolves to firmly rebuff every attempt jin zixuan makes

Which only serves to make jin zixuan more determined because “those demons are really stubborn!!”

But then… the rumor reaches gusu

And lan zhan hops on the first sword to the jin sect to challenge jin zixuan to a duel for wei wuxian’s honor

Lan Zhan tells himself he wouldn’t do this is wei wuxian actually loved the guy. But its not just some guy. This is jin zixuan, wei wuxian hates him! Even he knows that!

They fight, but jin zixuan for all his denseness, even he knows he doesn’t have a quirrel with lan Zhan, and eventually he gets lan zhan to calm down enough to ask why they are fighting

Lan zhan explains and jin zixuan is horrified he’d ever thing that, and quickly fills him in on what he’s really doing: saving wei wuxian from the demon that is possessing him

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The Yiling Laozu’s Lost Spells, A.K.A. The Weird Ones

A Collection by Mo Xuanyu

aka another crack au

Edit: Now with a part 2!

When the Yiling Laozu died his work was divided up by its use

The Lans took anything deemed undemonic, like Spirit Lures and Demonic Compasses

The Jins snuck out anything dangerous under the lie they’d destroy it

And the rest of it…it got scattered everywhere to every lowdown village and wanna be demonic cultivator.

At first, no one thought this would be a problem. It’s not like anything dangerous is out there, and not just anyone can culitvate

But they forgot two very important things: 1) no one needs to be a culivator to use demonic cultivation and 2) people will find a way to use anything

Soon the culivation world is overrun by really, really weird cases that their cultivators just can’t keep up with

And when I say weird, I do mean weird here’s a look at some of the cases:

Case 1) Giant rabbits the size of houses have been spotted in a mountain near a sheparding villiage eating all their feilds. They asked Hanguang-jun for help. Hanguang-jun went up but he did not come back down. It is suspected the giant bunnies ate him

Case 2) the dancing radishes. Every night on the full moon radishes come to life in a villiage and dance on their beds. Its not hurting anyone, but its really freaking them out

Case 3) dog begone spells. A whole villiage has lost all its dogs and no one knows why. Some of them were really expensive spirit puppies, including one jin guangyao was planning to purchase for his nephew

Case 4) the case of the running radishes. Radishes are leaving their beds a d running away as fast as thry can. Every time someone gets close they keep moving farther away

Case 5) flowers flying to lan clan ribbons and sticking. Every flower, even ones on stems. The lans are walking around covered in flowers and it is becoming a Problem.

Case 6) radishes that look like potatoes. Again? What is with this guy and radishes? This spell would have been harmless if it hadn’t been in a villiage with two rival families of radishes and potatoes. The potato family is accusing the radish family of sabatoge and the radish family is accusing the potato family of stealing their crop

Case 7) Lotus soup possession talisman. If u stick this talisman on someone, they will make lotus and pork rib soup. Always. Again and again. They can’t stop. Everything they make is soup. They’re crying.

Case 8) the peacock tail talisman. Every jin who comes into contact with this talisman will get a peacock tail. They can’t get rid of them. This is a problem.

Case 9) grass butterflies come to life. Again, not harmful, but very annoying. All children love it. All adult toy sellers do not. Their wares keep flying away. Please someone save their buisnesses

Case 10) hug jiang cheng. You must hug jiang cheng. You can’t help it. You can’t stop. If u don’t give him one hug a day you will die. Jiang cheng is furious. Fix this now.

Case 11) give Hanguang-jun compliments. Not hard, no one would notice if it wasn’t stuck to Su She. He hates it. He’s sueing for emotional damages. You better fix this quick!

And these are just the first ones! In times like this, people look to the Chief Cultivator. But the Chief cultivator is off flirting with women, so like all things, this falls to jin guangyao to solve.

So Jin guangyao decides he needs to get those documents back, and who better to send to handle the weird cases no one wants to touch than his weird half brother who’s so fasinated by demonic cultivation?

Thus Mo Xuanyu finds himself with his dream job: chasing down the yiling Laozu’s lost works! What more could he want?

The first case is easy. He goes up and finds Hanguang-jun asleep cuddled in a pile of giant rabbits. All he has to do is find out where the talisman is and remove them. The hard part is getting Hanguang-jun to stop looking like he just killed his wife. Mo xuanyu didn’t know Hanguang-jun had puppy eyes. Since when did he have puppy eyes? Eventually to make him feel better he helps him take all the rabbits to cloud recesses. And at another puppy dog eyed, gloomy look like he’s denied him his long lost lover, Mo Xuanyu gives him the talisman too. Jin Guangyao’s not happy, but really, what was Mo Xuanyu supposed to do? Not make that handsome man smile again?

The second case is a lot harder. Nothing Mo Xuanyu does gets the radishes to stop singing. No spells, not talismans, nothing. The only thing left is to dig them all up and throw them deep into the woods where no one will have to listen. Mo Xuanyu’s ears are still bleeding from their reedy songs

The third case is where Mo Xuanyu feels a bit of hope in Yiling laozu’s work really paying off. Lots of his bullies at the jin sect have dogs. If he can make them vanish, he’ll be safe! Unfortunately this spell makes all dogs leave, or none at all. And even when he finds a way to undo it, he can’t afford to copy it out because jin guangyao took one of the pups to give to jin ling, and if mo xuanyu makes the grumpy jin ling’s beloved new puppy go away, he’ll be kicked out of Koi Tower and feel bad besides

The radishes are back, but they run now. They aren’t even violent, u can’t use them for anything! They just run! It takes mo xuanyu months to catch one and track it back to its home. The radishes have built a radish villige in the forest. Radish farmers radish shop keepers and radish children. Mo xuanyu feels like he’s stepped into a children’s book. Then he hears the familiar reedy songs and it becomes a nightmare. The running radishes found the singing ones. They interbred. Now they have musical theatre radishes. Mo Xuanyu booked it out of there as fast as he can. Fuck the Yiling Laozu. Mo Xuanyu isn’t messing with that

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