#yeah I loved pillars 1 how can you tell

[baldursyourgate]

The lack of ending slides in Baldur's Gate 3 is still very much ridiculous to me. Not only is it a staple in the CRPG genre, but it also serves as a total and complete closure, the consequence of all the actions that the protagonist has ever taken. How each of your companions fare or what they will do after the event of the game, each of the world's specific regions and how your character's decision has affected it. I want to know!

Exhibit 1: Pillars of Eternity and the consequence of your action on Dyrwood.

Sure, the romance companion epilogue is somewhat of a saving grace, but if you somehow didn't romance anyone (or romanced a certain someone who was bugged), it truly feels abrupt.

I think the companion that's most affected by the lack of an ending slide is unromanced, vampire-spawn Astarion. You solved his personal quest, freed 7000 of Cazador's vampire spawns into the Underdark, and what do you get in the end? A 15-second footage of him scurrying away because since the tadpole is gone, his sun immunity is also gone. Better run fast or turn into dust! Then the game ends. Credit rolls, black screen, a little tune plays, and you see your clownish reflection on the screen, asking yourself if anything you've done really matters at all.

One ending slide that left a very strong impression on me was Devil of Caroc's in Pillars of Eternity 1's DLC The White March. It was so beautifully written. I expected BG3 to have something that could give me that same (or even better) impact, especially after hearing "Baldur's Gate 3 Has 17,000 Ending Variations" used as a selling point. Turns out it's just the companion saying slightly different lines and like... three actual ending cinematic.

Bummer!

Exhibit 2: Ending slide of Devil of Caroc - a minor companion from Pillars of Eternity's DLC the White March.

I know that they will be "expanding" the epilogue, but it's been nearly a month after release. So many people have already finished the game, and it's quite unfair that the early adopters of a seemingly completed-for-release game get the short end of the stick.

[six-eyed-samurai]

Hello!! I saw ur taking requests, so u wanna know if you’d do a Giyuu x reader with koji and his little sister (if I remember correctly in the last fic, koji had a baby sister) where the little sister becomes bestfriends with a little boy at daycare but koji and Giyuu are being overprotective even tho she’s a baby😭😭 I thought this idea was so cute!! I’m really hoping you’ll have time to make this, make sure to drink water and thank you!!🤍🤍

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SUMMARY: Like father like son - Giyuu and your eldest boy Koji are not happy at all your baby girl's made a new...ugh, boy friend. A/N: KYAAAAAAAH I can't believe you remembered, usually people only read 1 and 2. I'm so excited about this, it's so cute and TYSM for being my first request! Be sure to drink water too lovely! You can read this as a standalone fic, or part of: I, II, III WARNINGS: Fem reader, mentions of sex education. Post-war timeline SUNNY'S TAGLIST: @abadonkori @therabbitthatpostthings @ezekieleen (lemme know if you wanna be added or removed) MASTERLIST/PREVIOUS FICS My inbox is still open if you would like to request for the event!

Man-eating demons. Comrade deaths. Yet nothing was as scary to the stoic Water Pillar when his firstborn suddenly appeared behind him whilst he was polishing his sword on the engawa and announced the dreaded six words.

"Dad, I have something to ask."

Giyuu froze, brain momentarily drawing a complete blank. The sword clattered to the ground, forgotten as Giyuu slowly turned his head around. Dear Kami-sama, he did not think this day would come so fast. He was just almost six, for goodness' sake; he'd been praying it would be another six years before he'd have to answer. Where were you? Crap, crap. You had gone to go pick up Sumire from daycare and now he'd have to deal with this himself.

Alright, he could do it. It's been six years as a dad. He could pull it off.

Koji waited for his father to nod before continuing, the serious face he shared with Giyuu creased with a frown. "How do you know-"

"Koji, it's a normal part of puberty everyone goes through, so naturally you'd be curious, and I'm very happy you trust me enough to come talk to me about it, but whatever sex jokes Uncle Sanemi has been making you want explained you should go ask your mother because I don't think I'm good enough at explaining what adults do at night or how babies are made at this stage," Giyuu blurted out. Exactly like how he had rehearsed it - Giyuu privately congratulated himself for not messing it up.

Two dark blue eyes blinked at him. "What?"

"What?"

"I-" Koji shook his head in confusion. "I dunno what you're talking about and I don't care how babies are made."

"Then..." Giyuu wanted to sink into the ground. "What...did you want to talk to me about?"

"Sumire." Koji wrinkled up his nose in a disgusted expression when he said his sister's name, padding up to his father and plopping down next to him.

"...is she asking you about these things then? I'm not too sure how to explain the jokes to a two year old either but I can try. Or you could just tell her babies come from storks," Giyuu offered helpfully.

"Wait - what? No, that's not what I was going to - what?"

Ah, for the days when Giyuu didn't open his mouth to talk much and eventually embarrass himself. "...sorry, go on."

"Yeah sure." Koji seemed a little distracted, even for a six year old. "Y'know the daycare? She made a new friend."

"That's...nice." At least she isn't taking after Giyuu? What was the problem here and how could he stop his ears from burning red at his not once but twice blunder?

"It's a boy. They keep playing together, sharing meals, nicknames and stuff. She even gave him -" Koji shuddered, narrowing his eyes. "A matching bracelet."

"A...boy?" Giyuu had long retired from being a slayer after the war and he probably wasn't too good with fighting with one arm, but hey, he was polishing that sword for a reason. He couldn't believe how he never spotted it before: Sumire had kicked up a huge fuss at being sent to daycare originally but recently had seemed almost...ecstatically eager to go. Too eager.

His own eyes narrowed. "Tell me everything."

***

"How's Sumi?"

At the sudden question you glanced behind to where your husband was pressing his forehead into your back, one arm wrapped around your waist as you cooked dinner. Not unusual behavior, but didn't Giyuu just see his daughter a few minutes ago?

"Fine, pretty happy at the daycare all things considering." You slid the salmon onto a different plate, unable to keep the suspicion out of your tone. "At least we don't have to keep fighting another war just to get her out the door like last time."

"Koji says she's making friends there."

"Was he supposed to say anything else?" You rolled your eyes. Now you knew where this was coming from. Of course.

"I don't like her friend," Giyuu said plainly. He let go of you to help carry one of the dishes out of the kitchen with you, doing his one-armed best to assist you in setting the table.

"And why is that?" You nodded along, as if you didn't know why. How long would it be until Giyuu cracked? "Koji! Sumire! Time for dinner!"

"He's a boy. Someone trying to steal her away from us. He already gave her a bracelet!"

"Yuu. Yuu, look me in the eye right now." Once your husband finally turned to meet your face he could clearly see you were struggling to hold in your laughter. "One, you're a boy yourself. Two, she's, well, two. Three, Sumire gave him the bracelet."

"Yeah, but I'm her dad! So what if she's two? It's too early for her to fall in love. And a bracelet is basically an engagement jewelry already."

You couldn't help yourself anymore, doubling over in laughter at Giyuu's quiet whining. "Koji put you up this, didn't he?"

"He told me," Giyuu admitted. "But no boy's allowed around Sumi."

"Shion's not that bad of a kid," You countered. "It could be worse."

Giyuu nearly spat. "Wh-what? You know his name?"

"Obviously, Sumire won't stop talking about him."

"And not me?"

"Yuu, look at how overprotective you're acting right now and say that again." You bit down your giggles watching your husband scrunch up his face and attempt to find a way to defend himself as your two children ran in and took their seats.

"I'm not overprotective!"

***

Perhaps slightly protective. Nothing more.

At least Giyuu wasn't being as openly hostile as Sumire's elder brother, who was sitting judgmentally from the corner, glaring at Shion over his book. Giyuu wasn't glowering per se, but you would probably have to save the poor boy soon from under the weight of two penetratingly unnerving stares.

Sumire didn't notice, beaming with literal stars in her eyes at her playmate (Giyuu had been the one to invite him over, which was extremely fishy, which was why you had decided to stay and watch as well). "Hi, Shion-kun! Mama made mochi, wanna go eat?"

"Sure." The freckled face boy stepped through the doorway, following your baby girl into the kitchen. Giyuu eyed him from behind the steaming cup of tea. "Hi Tomioka-san! Is it true you used to be a samurai? Sumi-chan told me a lot about you!"

You strategically interrupted right then before Giyuu could say something awkwardly honest by dumping the plate of sakura mochi onto the table. "Help yourselves, there's plenty to go around!"

So on went the playdate, Sumire suggesting games to her new friend who did his best to act normal and not nervous under Koji's sarcastic quips and Giyuu's pointed stare, oblivious to the fact her brother and father weren't ready to give her up yet (a trait she clearly got from Giyuu) - despite the fact you had spent half an hour before this drilling into their heads Shion was not here to go kidnap Sumire.

You made the mistake of leaving to go clean up the mess in the kitchen later on, however, under the relieved thought that maybe Giyuu had gotten over his little temper tantrum over the boy. Big mistake, because next thing you knew-

"GIYUU WHY ARE YOU HAVING A DUEL WITH A THREE YEAR OLD-"

"He wanted to learn how to use a sword," Giyuu said blankly, pausing in his movements. It certainly seemed innocent and safe enough, seeing as they were using wooden swords and were outside. Sumire excitedly stood by Shion's side, ever the cheerleader.

But you knew your man and son a lot better than that. There was no way they hadn't planned this, not when they were sharing a look.

"I wanna try be like Tomioka-san! Sumi-chan said he used to fight demons and even fought their king. That's so cool!" Shion piped up excitedly. You were going to murder your overprotective husband for this later...if Sumire didn't beat you to it.

"See, Ma? It's all fine," Koji smirked from the sidelines. "Begin!"

***

Predictably it ended with Giyuu slapping Shion with the flat of his blade, causing a scraped knee as well as Giyuu muttering to the fallen "Don't you even think about doing anything to her" when Sumire panicked and rushed over to her friend.

Luckily you managed to usher Shion out to be picked up by his dad in a flurry of apologies, pleasantries and assurances that it was lovely having him over while Sumire burst into tears and asked him not to go yet (you heard Giyuu's almost inaudible "Hmph" when Shion too cried and said the same thing).

Giyuu and Koji were feeling pretty good about themselves, sharing a victorious glance at each other - Team Tomioka 1, Scum Boy 0 - until you slammed the doors shut, calmed down your precious Sumire with the promise of all the leftover mochi in the kitchen before bedtime and then turned around to fix the both of them with your intense glare.

"Koji! Grounded, now!"

"What did I do?!" Koji threw up his hands but stomped off to his room.

"I saw you push Shion, don't act innocent!" You grabbed Giyuu's arm and began to haul him off to the privacy of your bedroom. "And don't think I forgot about you as well, Tomioka Giyuu!"

Damn, you did forget how pathetically kicked puppy-like Giyuu could look when he was playing innocent. "I didn't intentionally beat him up, you know."

"I know you didn't, Yuu," you said sweetly. "But I didn't know you were into fighting with little kids as well!"

"I just don't want anyone taking away Sumi."

You groaned. Once again Giyuu has melted your heart into a slushy mess with his blunt sincerity and expression. You leaned into his hold, grudgingly allowing him to pull your head into his chest but hit him with your fist still. "You're still not supposed to pull that kind of stunt, alright? No one's taking Sumi away from us. You and Koji are really idiots sometimes."

"What if I told you Koji likes a girl too?"

Your head snapped up. "WHAT?!"

"Yeah. He met her at school. Someone named Yuma," Giyuu said casually, as if he didn't know you would be reacting this way. He hummed, playing with your hair. "That's why he took your mochi, by the way, to give it to her."

"Why didn't he tell me?!" You wailed, suddenly forgetting how you had scolded Giyuu for this exact behavior. "I'm his mom! He's growing up so fast!"

Giyuu attempted to continue with his revenge plan but ultimately failed: you both wound up cuddling the rest of the night disappointedly lamenting how fast time flies.

***

BONUS:

"Onii-chan, what are Mama and Daddy doing in there?" Sumire pressed her ear close to the door, munching on her dessert.

Koji froze. "Uh...babies come from storks, Sumi."

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📱 “I Guess Your Not Too Bad..” [← Previous | Next →]

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Sukuna would be leaning against a pillar while talking with uraume, as they were talking uraume noticed y/n in a distance walking with a guy?

That's odd she's usually around shoko, yuki and utahime, so who is that?

"look, isn't that your girl over there?"

Sukuna would raise his brow before looking behind him thinking they were talking about one of his past hookups,

As he turned around, what did he see? Y/n giggling and laughing with another man, a man that isn't him, of course he just acted like he didn't care and shook it off

"okay? Shes with another guy what about it? It's not like I care"

Uraume would just shrug it off, however before they could say something else, suddenly sukunas gone?? They just blinked??

But then they just saw him making his way towards y/n of course he did... Doesn't care he says...

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Y/n would be talking with some guy as they walked along the halls

"no way actua—"

Before she could finish suddenly she felt like someone grabbed her shoulder, and who grabbed it? No other than Sukuna,

He grabbed her shoulder pulling her away from the guy before glaring at him

"I'll pick you up later at 5 alright?"

"okay..?"

You on the other hand were trying to move away seeing how close you are to him, the guy quickly excused himself to go somewhere,

Right after he left Sukuna let go of you and walked away??

"what was that about?"

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Both Sukuna and y/n would be walking around the park while they talked,

Turns out, Sukuna isn't THAT bad...

"no because can you believe it? What does she even see in him?"

The whole time you talked about some gossip you heard he just listened, sure he already knew some of it but it's not like he'll tell you that,

As you talked he suddenly stopped you,

"yeah?"

"wait here"

With that he just left while you just sat on a nearby bench,

After about a minute he came back holding two ice creams,

He gave one to you as he ate his,

"this is your favourite flavor right?"

"yeah, how do you know?"

You grabbed it from his hand as he took a seat beside you

"you told it to me back in middle school"

"you remembered?"

"of course"

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A/N: enjoy your food while it lasts ❤️ also is the taglist working..

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[runningfrom2am]

i'll tell her you stopped by

happy birthday to one of the most talented, intelligent, hard-working people on this planet <3 kezie it is such a treat to get to be your friend and i’m so so glad we met and im just so lucky you picked me! you’re amazing and i hope you have the best birthday ever bc i know you deserve it :)

so, obviously, this one goes out to @keziahcore / @winterrrnight bc i love you so so much

summary: rafe just wants to hangout while you study- is that really a crime? (aka: three times he tried to sneak in while you were studying, and the one time he succeeded... kind of)

pairing: soft!rafe x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

tags/warnings: soft!rafe (bc ik how much you're a sucker for it kez ;)), highschool!au, established relationship, not much else? idk one mention of teen pregnancy (it's just mentioned, it doesn't actually happen lol) so stay safe out there y'all

a/n: this is doubling as my day seven for obx week bc it is a 3 times/1 time but i'm posting a lil early bc it's my girls birthday :)

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One

The first time Rafe tried to sneak in to see you, you were studying in your room. Headphones in, you were absolutely dead to the world as your boyfriend took the classic approach of throwing small rocks up to your window, the stones dinging off the glass repeatedly with no notice from you. He tries calling, again, but your phone is still on silent. You didn't want any distractions- as much as you would have loved to see him, you were busy.

After about ten minutes Rafe is startled by the back door to your home opening, jumping back from the sudden sound.

"Rafe, you gotta go, buddy. You'll distract her. Head home." Your dad says, gesturing to the side of the house for him to go around.

"Yes sir. I, uh, I'll go." Rafe nods at him, giving him a quick salute before quickly heading for the gate.

Your dad sighs with a fond smile on his face, shaking his head as he closes the door again and locking it behind himself.

Two

The second time, a few days later, Rafe was coming to your house with a better plan. Making noise wasn't an option, so he had to be extra careful as he scaled the siding of the back porch, trying to get up onto the roof to reach your window. You shared fond memories of climbing out when he was over, when you weren't busy with exams, sitting on the shingles and looking up at the stars and out at the vast and infinite ocean. However, Rafe had never tried to reach your window from below before.

He made it up, just barely after almost falling no less than three times. He brushed off his knees and stood up, creeping past your parent's window towards yours. He can see you now, your room dimly lit with the flashes from Gilmore Girls playing on your TV and a candle flickering next to your bed as you sit there reading. He smiles to himself, almost there when he hears a window sliding open behind him. "Rafe, honey, is that you? It's late." Your mom whispers and he silently curses himself, quickly turning back to face her as she leans over the window's ledge.

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?" He asks, awkwardly glancing over his shoulder towards your window again.

"I'm well, Dear, but it's too late for you to stop by. Y/N has a test early in the morning, and she needs to focus right now." She smiles sympathetically at him. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, of course. I'll go home." Rafe nods, giving her a quick wave and watching his step as he heads back to the pillar he climbed up from.

"Hey, no, don't climb down that way. You'll fall and break your neck, come in and use the door." Your mom chuckles, stepping back so he can fit inside the window of her room.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you." He says, looking toward the light seeping through your window one more time before climbing in to follow your mom down to the front door.

"I'll tell her you stopped by in the morning." Your mom nods at him, gently closing the door behind him as he says a quick thank you.

Three

Maybe Rafe had been overcomplicating his break-in attempts. He realized as he drove home that night that night was that the one thing he hadn't tried, was using the door. Well, the back door. Which is why he was determined this time for his plan to work. Especially since your parents wouldn't be home. Although, they had told you not to have anyone over.

You had told him earlier in the day that you would be busy that night, and he knew that just meant you had homework. No harm in him joining you, he swore to himself that he would just be silent company, he was more than happy to watch Gilmore Girls again while you went over readings and notes from earlier in the week.

At this point, he knows where to step on your back deck in order to not make a sound. Or, that's what he thought. The light is on in the kitchen, and it's about eleven o'clock- no one should be up except for you anyway. With the first step he took onto the deck, the board creaked and his eyes flew up to the kitchen window to double confirm to himself there was no one there, but he was unlucky today. He makes solid eye contact with your big sister, now standing in the kitchen with a mug in her hand. Your parents must have asked her to stay with you while they were away- despite you being far too old for a babysitter.

There's a solid three seconds of eye contact before Rafe or your sister make a move, but it happens all at once when she breaks his gaze to look at the door, seeing it was unlocked. She looks back at him, and in a split second Rafe is bolting for the door as your sister drops her mug in the sink and sprints for the door, reaching it and turning the lock right as Rafe grabs the handle.

Through the glass she laughs quietly at him, shrugging and mouthing 'too slow' to your boyfriend on the other side of the window.

"Come on, this isn't funny." Rafe groans, pulling at the handle hopelessly.

"I can't let you in. I promised my parents, sorry." She shakes her head with a slight laugh.

"Please? I promise I won't distract her. I won't tell them. Come on." He begs, voice muffled by the pane of glass between them.

She shakes her head again. "Nope, she's not getting pregnant under my supervision. Not happening. Go home, she'll see you tomorrow."

"Ugh, fine. You're no fun, I get it." Rafe raises his hands defensively, stepping back from the door.

"Boohoo, Rafe. Go throw yourself a pity party at Tannyhill." Your sister mocks him, rolling her eyes with a smile and closing the curtain over the door as he sulks away back through the yard.

One

Rafe was so caught up in the idea of a romantic surprise to visit you late at night, throwing pebbles at your window or climbing up to it and letting himself in, even overlooking the idea that hearing someone walk in the back door when you're meant to be home alone may scare the life out of you. Another thing he hadn't tried was just asking you.

"Hey, can I come over later?" He asks you, walking you from his car up to the school.

You look up at him, about to nod before you think about it. "Well, I'd like to hang out but I think I should get ahead on my chem homework." You resign to answering, not pleased with it either.

"We can study together, like a date. Come on, it'll be fun." Rafe insists, slotting his hand into your free one.

"That's what I'm afraid of." You giggle, squeezing his hand gently and swinging them between you. "Studying isn't supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be productive."

"I can be productive." Rafe nods, smiling at you smugly.

You squint at him, unsure of how true that is. You give in anyway. "Okay, fine. I'll unlock the door for you."

"Yes! Thank you, it'll be good. I promise you won't regret it." Rafe smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before dropping your hand to open the front doors of the school for you.

"I better not." You laugh, shaking your head at him as you pass him in the doorway.

That night, you crept downstairs after your parents had gone to sleep, and as promised, unlocked the front door. Nonchalantly, you walk into the kitchen to make a cup of tea while you wait for Rafe to arrive.

Rafe was already outside, having parked down the block and watching from behind the neighbour's fence to see when your silhouette would come down the stairs and up to the door, remaining only for a few moments before turning and walking towards the kitchen. He gives you a moment before throwing his backpack over his shoulders, and standing up straight ready to head up to the door.

You're just pouring your tea when you hear the front door crack open, quickly turning to go meet Rafe at the door so you can head straight upstairs- curbing the risk of your parents seeing him.

Rafe slowly, delicately closes the door behind him as you walk up, eyes drawn to the small handful of flowers he holds- freshly picked from the neighbour's garden. Your cheeks burn as he holds them out to you, smiling as you take them silently before gesturing for him to follow you upstairs.

Your mother let her book fall into her lap as she listened to hushed giggles and whispers coming down the hall, quieting as they faded away towards your room. She smiled to herself and shook her head, lifting the paper back up once more to continue from right where she left off.

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[etherealyoungk]

college bf!jun scenarios

requested by anon. anon i hope you see this!

pairing: jun x reader

warnings: fluff

word count: 590

college bf!jun who's been your best friend since the day 1 you joined. it was your first day at uni and you were lost and running late for your first class. you bumped into jun in a hurry but thankfully he was heading in the same direction and showed you the way. he found you during lunch break and after that day you both were inseprable.

college bf!jun who's would buy snacks and carry them in his bag all the time in case you hot hungry. and if you did get hungry his bag is like an never-ending array of snacks, he just keeps bringing all types of snacks out - but they're all your favorite snacks.

college bf!jun who's such a goofy guy honestly. loves making jokes, especially in the library when you're trying to study but he thinks it's a great time to tell you all the funny jokes he's collected or silly pickup lines he's learned. everyone looks at you both like you've both gone crazy because jun is laughing (not so softly) as he cracks a joke. "jun!, you whisper yell. "is it not funny? i thought it was funny, it made soonyoung laugh", he tells as he sits up straighter. "jun this is a library, we're supposed to be quiet", you tell and he nods. "oh yeah, i forgot, sorry", he says. "well in that case can we step out for a break, i really want to tell you something", he says and doesn't even wait for you to reply before he's standing up and taking your hand and taking you outside and telling you the joke and taking you to the caferia for a snack.

college bf!jun who was a nervous shy wreck before he confessed his feelings for you. he found you late at the library and sat down with you. he even got you some food and you noticed how the kimbap didn't have cucumber because you didn't like them. but jun paid attention to everything, all the silly and small details you'd tell him. "how come you're here? i thought you were with minghao?", you ask as you take a bit of the kimbap. "isn't it obvious?", he prompts and you just blink at him. "because i like you", you tells and you stop chewing. he thinks he messed up big time when you just stare at him but later when he's walking you back to the bus stop, you mumble out an "i like you too", before running inside and closing the door. jun would try to play it cool but he's so happy.

college bf!jun who's such a silly goofy person and he always finds some way or another to make you laugh or smile. he loves seeing you smile and if you were stressed or unhappy, he'd do his best to bring that smile back to your face.

college bf!jun who hates seeing you stressed and if you were overworking, staying up late too many times and just stressed and tired from studying, he'll pry you away from the books and hold you in his arms, telling you to sleep and that you needed rest too. he'll lightly scold you for not taking care of yourself and make sure you're eating your meals on time not pushing yourself too hard.

college bf!jun who always manages to light you up even on some of your worst days. he's your pillar and someone who's been there for you no matter what.

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WOTS (Side - 1) - Musical

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader

Set probably during season 2 or after it.

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Word count: 3.2k

The sound of thunder made you open your eyes and you looked up at the dark clouds. It felt good to be outside, to not fear losing control. You still jumped down from the roof to the balcony and went inside your room to find the entire gang there while Wednesday writing her novel and trying to ignore the crowd that was in her room. Morticia and Gomez were checking out your knife collection, Pugsley was playing monopoly with Enid, Eugene, Ajax and Bianca and it was scary how good he was.

All of a sudden Thing jumped to your shoulder and pointed at Wednesday then gave you a reckless idea, and damn you loved it.

You cleared your throat and put the hand on Enid’s shoulder where he would be safe. He somehow found a small helmet and placed it on his wrist which was confusing everyone but you, and it was a warning of what was to come.

You winked at Enid and then walked over to Wednesday. “Hey, there,” you grinned at her and leaned down, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“What?” she asked, her voice just a degree warmer than when she talked to other people as you let the music play.

“How you choose to express yourself, it's all your own, and I can tell, it comes naturally,” you sang, moving to her other side before Wednesday could smack you. “It comes naturally, you follow what you feel inside,” you laughed as she spun the chair around and glared at you.

“Y/N,” she warned as your eyes turned golden to enhance your reaction speed.

You just shrugged and continued. “It's intuitive, you don't have to try, it comes naturally, Mmh-“ she still covered your mouth, but it was too late.

“It comes naturally, and it takes her breath away, what you do so naturally,” Enid joined in leaving the game and hiding behind Ajax as Wednesday turned to glare at her.

“You are the thunder, and I am the lightning,” you took the opportunity to move away. “And I love the way you know who you are, and to me, it's exciting. When you know it's meant to be everything comes naturally, it comes naturally when you're with me, baby,” she didn’t like ‘baby’ as you had to hide behind a pillar to avoid a knife.

“Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally,” Eugene joined in, though a bit timidly.

“Ba-ba-baby,” you turned Wednesday’s wrath back to you.

Wednesday took a deep breath. “Why do you have to do this?” she shook her head.

“You have a way of moving me, a force of nature, your energy,” you smiled as she went to your bed and sat down, arms crossed and back pressed against your propped up pillow.

“I guess I don’t mind that part,” she muttered, looking away from you with a hint of a blush on her face.

“It comes naturally,” you continued singing.

“You know it does,” Thing signed away from Wednesday’s eyes.

“It comes naturally,” Enid sang from safe distance and poked Ajax in the side so he would join in.

“Mmh-yeah,” he reluctantly sang, even though he was sweating profusely.

“And it takes her breath away,” she poked him once more thus getting him to say ‘every time’ “What you do so naturally!” she sand much bolder this time.

You rolled your shoulders, grinning at Wednesday. “You are the thunder, and I am the lightning, and I love the way you know who you are, and to me, it's exciting! When you know it's meant to be everything comes naturally, it comes naturally when you're with me, baby!” you raised your hands, promising you would stop, and you did as you hopped over Wednesday and sat down next to her. “Think you can forgive me?” you asked, just now noticing Morticia and Gomez looking at you and Wednesday, at the way your shoulders were touching, and Wednesday wasn’t moving away.

“Ah, young love! You see that Tish? Our little executioner found love!” Gomez swooned from afar, keeping a safe distance as Wednesday got up to her feet and glared, grabbing your phone and pausing.

“Need help?” you offered softly, but she just scoffed and after some fumbling found the song.

She pointed at you, defiance in her eyes and your jaw dropped, she was about to be dramatic, and you were all here for it. “You must understand, though the touch of your hand makes my pulse react that it's only the thrill of girl meeting girl, opposites attract, it's physical.”

“Only logical,” you sang along.

“You must try to ignore that it means more than that, oh-oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it?” she turned away from you and then turned to her parents. “What's love, but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it?”

You stood up, whispering in her ear more than singing. “Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?”

Wednesday nodded, though she leaned back a bit. “It may seem to you that I'm acting confused when you're close to me. If I tend to look dazed, I read it some place, I got cause to be,” she paused.

“There's a name for it, there's a phrase that fits,” Morticia and Gomez sang majestically, with such passion that you were nearly blown away.

“But whatever the reason, you do it for me,” Wednesday glanced at you more than a bit comfortable with your closeness by now. “Oh-oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love, but a second-hand emotion?”

“What's love got to do, got to do with it?” you smiled at her.

“Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” she continued as Morticia and Gomez danced together and with Wednesday in front of you no one else could see her.

“We do?” you broke away from the song for a moment, your golden eyes meeting her black eyes, and for a moment you dared to put your arm around her waist just for a few seconds. “I've been taking on a new direction, but I have to say I've been thinking about my own protection.”

Wednesday removed your hand from her waist, at least that’s how it looked from afar, but she kept her hand on yours for precious two seconds before moving it away from her waist. “It scares me to feel this way! Oh-oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love, but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” though with a bit of reluctance she stepped away from you, likely believing this whole thing was over.

Like hell it was. You took your phone and put another song on and the drums and guitar began playing in the background. “So, she said, ‘What's the problem, baby?’ What's the problem? I don't know, well, maybe I'm in love!” you sang while shuffling your shoulders as Wednesday rolled her eyes at you. You did see a bit of a blush on her face though.

“Love! Think about it every time I think about it can't stop thinking 'bout it!” you kept going, bouncing around the room as Wednesday sat down in front of her table and tapped her fingers on the table.

“How much longer will it take to cure this?” she whipped around when you sang that, prompting you to smirk and wink at her. “Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love, love makes me wanna turn around and face me, but I don't know nothing 'bout love, oh!”

“Come on, come on,” Enid sang, joining you though she remained in her part of the room, for safety.

“Turn a little faster,” you pumped your fist up.

“Come on, come on,” Enid continued, feeling relatively safe at the moment.

“The world will follow after,” you spread your arms wide.

“Come on, come on,” Eugene joined in and the two of you high fived before he put his hands up and did a tiny dance of his own as well, like a little bee dancing to the music.

“Because everybody's after love,” you sang a bit softer offering a hand to Wednesday only for her to reject it without saying a word or even moving from her seat.

“Not me,” Wednesday grumbled, she was leaning her chin on her hand and just looking at you in disbelief.

You shrugged, not deterred by her rejection in the slightest. “So, I said, I'm a snowball running. Running down into the spring that's coming, all this love melting under blue skies. Belting out sunlight, shimmering love!” you sang and went over to the fridge to grab something rather convenient for the circumstances.

You set a small cup of ice cream in front of Wednesday. “Well, baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream, never ever end of all this love,” you laughed.

“You planned this,” she narrowed her eyes, but you just shrugged this as you gave the ice cream to everyone in the room.

“Well, I didn't mean to do it,” you said it, as if answering her accusation, but then continued singing. “But there's no escaping your love, oh, these lines of lightning mean we're never alone! Never alone, no, no!” you managed to pull her to her feet and held her hands.

“Come on, come on,” Enid exclaimed, giddy by your success.

“Move a little closer,” you sang and she did move a bit closer to you.

“Come on, come on,” Thing tapped on the floor.

“I wanna hear you whisper,” you smiled, swaying with Wednesday on the spot.

“Come on, come on?” she grumbled, but your smile just turned into a wide grin.

“Settle down inside my love, oh,” you told her as you pulled even closer.

“Come on, come on,” Enid sang and pointed at Ajax as you were obviously busy staring into Wednesday’s eyes.

“Jump a little higher,” Ajax sang reluctantly, still afraid of consequences.

“Come on, come on,” Enid then pointed at Eugene.

“If you feel a little lighter” Eugene accepted the job while still happily dancing.

“Come on, come on, Y/N!” Enid exclaimed.

You chuckled and pulled back a bit. “We were once upon a time in love, we're accidentally in love! Accidentally in love.”

“Accidentally in love,” Enid, Thing, Eugene, Ajax, Bianca and Pugsley each repeated once.

“Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love,” you admitted through the song.

“She’s in love,” Enid, Eugene, Ajax and Bianca sang.

“Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love,” you sang again.

“She’s in love,” Morticia, Gomez, Thing and Pugsley sang as well.

“Accidentally!” you yelled.

“Come on, come on,” Bianca sighed, rolling her eyes unable to figure out how she got roped into this.

“Spin a little tighter,” you sang and pointed at Pugsley.

“Come on, come on?” he offered much to Wednesday’s annoyance that you were roping her own brother into this as well.

“And the world's a little brighter,” Enid finished it happily and tossed a few of her stuffed animals into the air.

“No,” Wednesday argued against that.

“Come on, come on,” you sang, looking at her parents for support.

“Just get yourself inside her love!” Morticia and Gomez encouraged Wednesday.

“I'm in love!” you finished with a large grin on your face.

“I’m not,” Wednesday denied it vehemently and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, another instrumental began playing. “If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. No one is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history, been there, done that!” she declared, looking you right into your eyes.

Your eyes widened at that, and you turned to her parents, about to say you had no idea where that came from, but they just waved your concerns off.

“Who'd'ya think you're kiddin' she's the Earth and heaven to you, try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you,” Enid sang while hiding behind you and you turned to Enid afraid of what Wednesday would do when being called out like that. “Girl, ya can't conceal it, we know how ya feel and who you're thinking of.”

Wednesday scoffed and glared, turning away from you and Enid and folding her arms over her chest. “No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no!”

“You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it?” Thing sang only to nearly get hit by Wednesday throwing a bottle of water at him. “Uh-oh!” he signed as he ducked, his helmet nearly falling off his wrist with how fast he moved out of the way.

“It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love,” Wednesday decided and dramatically looked outside the window. “I thought my heart had learned its lesson, it feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out.”

“I did not hurt her,” you went over to Morticia and Gomez and sighed as the man patted your shoulder and Morticia leaned in to whisper an idea to you.

“You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling, Baby, we're not buying,” Enid sang, now hiding behind a pillar. “Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling!”

“Face it like a grown-up! When ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad!” Bianca enjoyed this a lot more than the previous songs, though even she kept a safe distance as she knelt behind Enid’s bed for cover.

“No chance, now way, I won't say it, no, no!” Wednesday groaned and threw her head back.

“Give up, give in,” Pugsley sang along with Enid.

“Check the grin you're in love,” Eugene added, alluding to an unfortunate accident when he caught Wednesday grinning without malicious intent.

“This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love,” Wednesday definitely wasn’t giving in as she marched over to her desk once more.

“You're doin flips read our lips you're in love,” Enid smiled cheekily.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, exasperated. “You're way off base I won't say it. Get off my case I won't say it!” she began preparing a new stack of papers for her writing.

“Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love,” Bianca sang from the cover.

Wednesday paused at that. “Oh, at least out loud, I won't say I'm in love,” she whispered, blushing slightly.

“What was that?” Enid teased.

“Nothing!” Wednesday’s death glare was as serious and intimidating as she could make it, and everyone immediately caved in and let it go.

There was a bit of a pause and from the looks of it Wednesday dropped her guard down, expecting that to be the end of a fairly strange occurrence. And then, much to her horror a guitar began playing.

And you walked over, dressed fairly similar to how you were for the Rave’N last year. She stood up and looked at you, puzzled, lost in your eyes as golden lightning surrounded the two of you. “Your cruel device your blood like ice one look could kill my pain, your thrill,” you sang, offering your hand to her.

She took your hand and smiled a bit. “I wanna love you, but I better not touch,” you placed your hand on her waist.

“Don't touch,” Morticia and Gomez added in the background, though you and Wednesday focused only on one another.

“I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop. I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much,” you dipped Wednesday and leaned in, your lips mere inches from each other, but you didn’t close the distance.

“Too much,” her parents sang as the others began looking at you again. You just barely registered how much Morticia and Gomez swooned over the way you and Wednesday were at the moment.

“I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains!” you exclaimed, pulling her back up and letting her pull away, until you remained connected only by the fingers of your outstretched hands.  “Your mouth, so hot Your web, I'm caught,” you sang as she spun until she was leaning back against you. “Your skin, so wet, black lace on sweat!” your lips brushed against her neck, the depths of the passion within each of you hidden by the bursts of lightning circling the two of you.

“I hear you calling and it's needles and pins,” Wednesday sang, pulling away from you and shuffling to the side until the two of you began circling each other, not for a moment looking anywhere but at each other. “I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name. Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin,” she bent her knees, dipping slightly and swiping her arms along her sides, and you dispersed the lightning according to her whims.

“I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through my veins. You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains!” she approached you, a knife in hand.

“Poison,” you sang alongside her parents.

Wednesday pointed the knife at you, and you grabbed the blade. “One look could kill!”

Blue began flickering through the yellow lightning and your eyes, the room heating up considerably as the blade of Wednesday’s knife began melting under your touch. “My pain, your thrill! I wanna love you, but I better not touch!” you began molding the melting metal, until the tip resembled letter ‘W’. “I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop,” you let go of the knife and gathered all the lightning in your palm. “I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much,” you formed a shape of an apple out of the lightning.

Wednesday grinned ever so slightly, her eyes following your every move as you brought the lightning apple to your mouth and bit into it, making it disperse. “I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins!”

“You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains! Poison!” she sang, tossing the knife to the side.

“I wanna love you, but I better not touch!” you were getting close to the end of the song, once again in each other’s arms.

“I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop,” Wednesday sang as you lifted her up and spun around.

“I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much,” you whispered in her ear.

“I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison,” she leaned forward, her hands around your neck and back, in a rather possessive manner.

“Yeah!” you exclaimed tilting your head back and letting her lips graze against your bare neck.

“Well, I don't wanna break these chains. Poison! Running deep inside my veins Burning deep inside my brain. Poison! I don't want to break these chains. Poison!” you both sang together, your grips on one another firm and strong as your breaths mixed together once more, but you didn’t kiss, just smiled at one another.

A/N: Well? How was that?

Songs used: Selena Gomez & the Scene - Naturally

Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It

Counting Crows - Accidentally in Love

Susan Egan - I Won't Say I'm in Love

Alice Cooper - Poison

[ash-says]

Cheating Anxiety With Me

Seatbelts tight? Hands Steady? Are you still shaking? No, then lets rideeeee.

Anxiety the feeling of dread, uneasiness, fear, shaking, restless, heart beating rapidly, etc

Coping with anxiety is difficult especially for the mentally deranged girlies. No hate I love you all. You are just so my type of people.

Today I am going to tell you how to deal with it because you know what I say, "Kill or get killed."

The classic deep breathing technique: Start from 1 breathe in to the count of 4 then hold at 5 and breathe out from 6 to 10. This will help in evening out your breathing and slow down your heart beats.

Move, Sway and twirl: You feel an anxiety attack taking over you the best way to tackle all that excess energy released through FFF hormone is by MOVING YOUR BODY. Exercise. Dance. Run. Anything just move.

Sleep: Yeah, you read it right. Just shut down your system and sleep. This is my personal go to. Overwhelming anxious thoughts, feelings, anything we let it marinate over a nap. Works wonders for me.

Talk to a friend: Another personal go to. Sometimes the feelings are so loud, disturbing and dark that sleep is no longer an option. At such times talk it out. Seek a friend. Best if they are physically present with you. Ask for a hug. Loving touch. Don't be embarrassed. It does wonders. Trust me.

Nature therapy: One of the ways I accidentally discovered was that trees, plants and flowers can be extremely calming. No one to rely on. Go and hug a tree. I promise you it works. Social anxiety? Okay I got you also covered. Buy some fresh flowers or if you have house plants touch them. Inhale their scent. Graze the petals or leaves lovingly and tenderly. Feel them. It will calm you down.

Sugar saves the day: Okay some people might come at me for this one but honestly anything sweet is the holy grail for dealing with it. Now the trick here is not eating desserts and chocolates but rather fruits like grapes, banana, watermelons, etc. Basically eat healthy things. We don't want diabetes now, do we?

The 333 rule: This one goes like name 3 things in your surroundings, identify 3 sounds and touch 3 things. This helps in distracting your brain and calming down your wreck of a system.

Positive self talk: Keep on repeating like a broken record that it is going to be okay and you will get through it. As loud as your inner thoughts get that much loud this self talk gets. Basically overpower that annoying bitch inside you. Winning is the only option.

Identify the triggers and face them: Literally be a detective and find out your triggers and then put yourself through it by yourself until it becomes a normal thing for you. I am not advising this for dangerous things but you can try this on smaller triggers. Example: A song, a scent, a topic is a trigger to you. So now listen to that song, inhale that scent, read things around that topic willingly and train your brain and body to tackle it so that when it comes up suddenly your brain doesn't go in survival mode.

No to drugs, alcohol and risky behaviors: You should be going to them over your dead body. Please I am begging you don't indulge in them. Yes I am asking you lovingly, with teary eyes please don't do this to yourself. Don't punish yourself more. The world is already a harsh place if you won't be kind to yourself, who will be then?

Bonus one: Find a strict no bullshit friend who isn't afraid to call you out on your toxic behavior, put you in your place and is ready to be the pillar on which you can rely on. Because we are not able to differentiate in right and wrong during those times. Its really difficult to maintain the moral compass. That's why you need a community of trusted people to hold you down.

Fight your way back. Because this world is a cruel place babygirl. You do anything to survive. If you are still dreaming of a saviour. Dream on.

[purble-turble]

How hilarious is it tho that now that Prince Red has broken up with MK it could theoretically be a reverse of the earliest dynamic. Like i absolutely could see MK being confused and probably upset that Red isn't 'over' the whole thing because- seemingly (not really tho) everyone else is since it's not like he ACTUALLY died or anything

I could see him fully like 'okay so Red's pissed at me, I GUESS that makes sense since he's always freaking out over me being safe and all, but i can like, get him some flowers or something and say sorry for prioritizing the world and everyone i love over myself i guess (which feels dumb bc its the world but whatever) before i understood what would have actually happened (It's not like if i'd known i would have ACTUALLY done it but whatever again)'

and then whomp door slammed in his face when one of Red's friends answers. and ohhh no now its his turn to do the chasing

That’s a great idea! I mean, MK would for sure be sad at first, but he’s also got the overpowering need to just make things go back to normal. That’s not new, he’s felt that way for a few seasons now, tbh, and Prince Red has become part of his normal. So.. yeah, he’s gonna come back. He has to! Red will stop being mad eventually and they can patch things up and go back to how things are supposed to be.

Thing is, MK definitely doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. Not really. He was trying to save everybody! He’s a hero! It’s what he does! Plus, he came back out of the pillar and everything was fine in the end! That should be enough to fix things, right? Anyway, MK is probably willing to apologize even though he doesn’t REALLY think he’s wrong.

He ends up doing just as you said- he goes to find Prince Red back at the Fiery Mountains Palace, the place where not all that long ago the prince was so desperate to get MK to move to so they could be together, and he knocks on the huge stone gate with some flowers in his hand, hoping to win the prince back. The first time he definitely gets the door slammed in his face by Red’s advisors who don’t really want them to get back together… the next few times it’s harder to turn him away. I’m sure eventually the prince would relent and give him an audience when he was so adamant about speaking to him. Perhaps he’s willing to apologize and admit he was wrong? …..Well. Not so much the second part, unfortunately.

It does end up being a reverse of the situation from season 1 for these guys. MK is desperate to win over Prince Red and get him to move back in with him in the city, and Prince Red insists that that is NOT going to happen. Of course, the trouble of rejecting someone that you definitely still have feelings for is that it’s kind of hard to be forceful enough for it to stick… honestly, just seeing MK again almost makes Red give in. He misses him so so much, and he wants to be with him again.. but then he is reminded of that sacrifice and the hurt comes back even worse every time he thinks of it. So he tells MK that he’s… not ready. Or he’s still upset. Never an outright rejection. Never uses the word never. He can’t bring himself to, even if he thinks it sometimes in those darker moments of pain.

And so, MK keeps trying. Perhaps futilely, but perhaps not. There’s definitely time for him to consider how he hurt Red and come up with an actual, real apology. Maybe even resolve to change his behavior going forward… but whether he will or not is up in the air.

[bragganhyl]

i saw someone post about how aloth doesn't actually love a romanced watcher and it upset me to the point i don't really enjoy their romance anymore. i know that's so silly but he was a comfort character and it was just an opinion but yeah. can you explain that he actually does, to try and get me out of this funk? you seem to understand his character very well.

Oh wow, this is... quite the ask. Let me just say this right out of the gate: I don't know if I could tell you anything that would work better than replaying the games and reminding yourself why he was a comfort character to you in the first place. Also I haven't seen the post so I can't exactly refute what was said there but... yeah this is kind of a baffling take to have to me at least.

The thing about Aloth's romance is that it's treated not so much as a route but more like a potential end point for the Watcher/Aloth dynamic that started as early as pillars 1. So if you try to view their story from the vantage point of the romance alone then you might find it - and him lacking.

But anyway here is a long ramble about Aloth and the Watcher that kind of aims to recap/break down their relationship that also won't tell you anything new and low-key goes into cringe territory haha lol bye but okay here you go

Aloth, however, is far more complex character than to try and understand him from that perspective. He is a character who strives for perfection bc any flaw was punished severely and painfully. He is a character who prioritizes duty and devotion above all else bc that is how arcane knights are taught to think (this is a call to read Until He Started Screaming lmao). He is a character whose name belonged to the gods, his hand to their service, who sought the company of shadows so that his labors may remain secret and whose purpose you'll know by the confession of his tongue, the deeds of his hands, and the oath of his soul, bc that's what's expected of the members of the Leaden Key. And that doesn't even touch on the secrecy he had to upkeep for 50 years in order to hide his Awakening.

So it's safe to say that by the time you meet Aloth in Gilded Vale, he is not someone who thinks he can have anything for himself or someone who has the freedom to choose to live openly and for himself. And yet in pillars 1 at every turn, he'll choose the Watcher. He takes steps out of his comfort zone when he opens up about Iselmyr. He's ready to fight the Leaden Key to keep them (and Kana) safe. And even when he finally admits that he hoped the Watcher would cure him of his Awakening, he takes it upon himself to sort it out by himself instead. By the Watcher's side, Aloth develops his own sense of autonomy. You could even say that the Watcher was the light to lead him out of the shadows. But Aloth is also someone who recognizes the dangers of making one such person an anchor. He says so himself in deadfire when he talks about why he left (I mean aside from going to hunt the LK) at the end of pillars 1 - he couldn't allow the Watcher to become another authority figure to him like Thaos or his father was. He needed time away to figure out what life he wanted to have or what he wanted to do with the freedom he found with the Watcher.

But he still dedicates his life to the LK (although he hunts them now or at least he does in the route I prefer to take), he still lives an isolated and secretive life - until he meets the Watcher again. And then he chooses the Watcher again. And much of the deadfire dynamic between Aloth and the Watcher points to Aloth treating the Watcher as a role model and being blinded to their struggles by their own admiration for them. But like... that gets resolved at Ukaizo: the end of that arc is Aloth realizing the sheer magnitude of what is expected of the Watcher and he pities them for it. Sure, I personally would have liked it if that point was reached earlier, but it's a sensible character flaw to give him at this point, especially considering all that they've been through. And the romance itself is pretty low-key and short which makes sense after all that Aloth has been through. Bc just take note of how he reacts to the Watcher kissing him - he holds them as if he was worried he'd break them. That is not someone who wants to keep his distance bc he doesn't love their partner, but someone who really doesn't want to mess things up with them. And he warns the Watcher that he might not be 100% open with them, that he won't be able to give them 100% of their time. And you might think that he's unreasonable to treat simple boundaries as deal breakers, but remember that this was what was expected of him for the majority of his life. Duty and devotion. His name belonged to the gods, his hands to their service. A part of him expected a demand to give all of himself when he was still learning how to be his own man - and when he was still duty-bound to hunt (or lead) the LK. That is what he means when he says that he can't make a commitment he can't honor and that is why it is such a relief to him when the Watcher offers to take every day for what it is. He wants a relationship that is happy and healthy but he recognizes that while he has healed somewhat, he still has a long way to go, and he's worried he might not be able to make such a relationship happen - especially with the person who gave him a sense of belonging that his family never could *cough*wealthyaunt*cough*.

And even in the ending where he leaves, you get the sense that he's doing it out of - you guessed it - duty and devotion. Duty, well that's a given. Devotion... I mean what better way to show your love than fighting for the world that your beloved wants to create? And as for the ending where he stays... well... once again, he finds himself to do whatever he wants and he chooses to stay with the Watcher even as they become the one rebuild the world after Eothas kickstarted the apocalypse. So yeah, idk what else I could say, Anon, as far as I'm concerned, Aloth is filled to the brim with love for the Watcher, but he's also someone who is too self-aware and nervous to really wear that love on his sleeve, but you can be sure that it's there and it's unwavering.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader ~| Bertolt Ending |~

“B-Bertolt.!” Y/N exclaimed nervously.

”Y/N! We have to get o-out of h-here.” Bertolt said as be carefully grabbed her hand and began to drag her out.

“Hold on!” Y/N said as she pulled her hand out of his grip. “H-how can I trust you..?”

”What do you mean? It’s me.” Bertolt muttered. “Don’t you trust me?”

”Y-your lamp..” Y/N whispered before taking a step back. “It was empty.. there was no lightbulb in there to begin with. So why was it so stuffed?”

”Y-Y/N I don’t k-know w-“ Bertolt began to say.

“Don’t lie to me!” Y/N exclaimed. “What is you want to do to me Bertolt?! Do you want to kill me? Is that it?!” Y/N asked.

”N-No! I’d never k-kill you! I p-promise you I’ll never d-do that!” Bertolt stuttered as he took a few steps forward.

”D-don’t come near me! I trusted you Bertolt! Tell me what you were planning on doing if I went with you.” Y/N demanded.

”I was g-going to take you to an emergency e-exit! Reiner h-has Annie and our other friends in t-the Cafeteria.. I w-was hoping on t-taking you to a s-safer exit.” Bertolt explained.

”Y-You promise.?” Y/N asked cautiously. “You don’t have any d-drugs on you? Or guns?”

”I’ll never try to hurt you Y/N! I promise on my life.” Bertolt said as he rose both his hands up.

“L-let’s go then.” Y/N muttered.

The two walked away slowly before reaching an emergency exit. Before exiting, the two heard heavy footsteps from behind them. Turning around they saw Marco.

”Marco!” Y/N exclaimed happily before embracing him. “Are you okay?”

”I’m alright Y/N, thanks. I couldn’t find Jean anywhere.. I’m really concerned for him.” Marco said. “Krista was able to escape. The two of us got crushed under a pillar but she was able to crawl out and get help.”

“I’m glad you guys are okay. All of the other emergency exits are blocked besides this one and the Cafeteria one.” Y/N explained. “The one in the Cafeteria however is being used by Patients who are trying to escape.”

”Y/N. Who is that?” Bertolt asked as he stood towering over the two.

“Bertolt, this is Marco. He’s a friend.” Y/N said.

”A-Are you her coworker?” Marco asked awkwardly.

”No he’s-“ Y/N began to say.

”Y-Yes! I’m her coworker, unfortunately I don’t get to go for break like most workers and just relax in my office heh..” Bertolt exclaimed nervously.

”You look really familiar though..” Marco muttered as he stared at the tall brunette. “I used to work in Ward 1, I don’t remember seeing you.”

”I’m an assistant. Yeah.” Bertolt said as he opened the emergency exit and dragged Y/N out with him, Marco following after.

”Bertolt, why did you say that.?” Y/N whispered.

”I need to escape this stupid place. I know I’ve hurt lots of people and helped bad people but I want to see something else other than white walls for the rest of my life. I want to see it with you.” Bertolt confessed.

”B-Bertolt.” Y/N muttered before walking off with him and away from the group of Doctors and Nurses.

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“Bertolt. I’m hungry!!” Y/N complained as she rubbed her stomach.

”Dinner will be ready in a minute. Could you get (D/N)’s diaper changed..?” Bertolt asked.

”Okay.” Y/N simply said before grabbing her little girl and lifting her up in the air and tossing her up gently.

”C-careful!” Bertolt exclaimed.

”Relax honey! I’ve got her in my arms.” Y/N said as she held the giggling baby girl.

“I’m glad. Could you get the plates out when you’re done?” Bertolt requested.

”Sure.” Y/N said as she changed the baby’s nappy. “Hey uh I was thinking that we could go visit some friends.”

”Friends? What friends?” Bertolt asked.

”Y’know, my old friends..” Y/N said before turning towards him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen them.”

”I guess we could go visit them. I never thought about that, sorry you had to wait so long just to ask me dear.” Bertolt muttered as he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her.

”I’m just glad you said yes. Love you Bertie-Boy.” Y/N teased.

”Love you too honey.” Bertolt said before kissing her cheek.

(A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting, I’ve had Writers Block for so long but now I’m back! Hopefully I can get Erwin’s ending done soon and eventually the book will come to an end. Sincerely Author-Chan)

[luminouslumity]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

LEGENDARY, LITTLE WOLF and WE'LL BE FINE: Yeah, grouping these three together for convenience. So, at the start of The Odyssey, we meet Telemakhos, who at this point is either twenty or even older depending on the source. Part of the epic is about his own journey into becoming a man in his own right while a hundred and eight men invade his home, all vying for his mother Penelope's hand in marriage, with two of the more prominent ones being two Ithacans named ANTINOÖS (Ἀντίνοος) and EURUMAKHOS (Εὐρύμαχος). Needless to say, he doesn't have the best relationship with them and has come to believe that his father is dead.

He meets Athena in her disguise as MENTES (Μέντης) and welcomes her as a guest, after which she not only tries to convince him that Odysseus is still alive, but to also tell the suitors to leave and gather a ship to speak with Nestor and Menelaus (who has just returned home after being stranded in Egypt) in order to find out news about his father. Telemakhos attempts to do so the next day during an assembly, with Zeus even sending support in the form of two eagles to swoop down at the men, while a prophet named HALITHERSES (Ἁλιθέρσης) says that Odysseus will return home soon.

Of course, the suitors ignore all of this, with Eurumakhos even trying to convince Telemakhos to send Penelope back to her father so that she may prepare to remarry, to which Telemakhos replies that if he hears that his father is dead, he will build a tomb and perform the funeral rites, and give his mother to a new husband. Athena—now disguised as MENTOR (Μέντωρ)—and Halitherses accompany him, while the suitors—overheard by Penelope—plot to kill the prince upon his return.

LOVE IN PARADISE: After losing his crew, Odysseus awakens on the island of Ogygia, where he meets the nymph KALUPSO (Καλυψώ), daughter of the Titan ATLAS (Ατλας). Wishing to have Odysseus for a husband, she traps him on her island for the next seven years and even promises to make him immortal, but Odysseus never reciprocates. According to Hesiod, they had two children, NAUSITHOOS (Ναυσίθοος) and NAUSINOOS (Ναυσίνοος).

GOD GAMES: This is how The Odyssey begins, with a meeting between the gods; Zeus first speaks of the death of AIGISTHOS (Αἴγισθος), who had failed to adhere to the warnings against courting Klytemnestra and plotting Agamemnon's death, but Athena soon changes the subject to plead with her father over having Odysseus released from Calypso's grasp.

Athena looked at him steadily and answered, “Father, he did deserve to die. Bring death to all who act like him! But I am agonizing about Odysseus and his bad luck. For too long he has suffered, with no friends, sea all around him, sea on every side, out on an island where a goddess lives, daughter of fearful Atlas, who holds up the pillars of the sea, and knows its depths—those pillars keep the heaven and earth apart. His daughter holds that poor unhappy man, and tries beguiling him with gentle words to cease all thoughts of Ithaca; but he longs to see even just the smoke that rises from his own homeland, and he wants to die. You do not even care, Olympian! Remember how he sacrificed to you on the broad plain of Troy beside his ships? So why do you dismiss Odysseus?”

“Daughter!” the Cloud God said, “You must be joking, since how could I forget Odysseus? He is more sensible than other humans, and makes more sacrifices to the gods. But Lord Poseidon rages, unrelenting, because Odysseus destroyed the eye of godlike Polyphemus, his own son, the strongest of the Cyclopes—whose mother, Thoösa, is a sea-nymph, child of Phorcys, the sea king; and she lay beside Poseidon inside a hollow cave. So now Poseidon prevents Odysseus from reaching home but does not kill him. Come then, we must plan: how can he get back home? Poseidon must give up his anger, since he cannot fight alone against the will of all the gods.”

After coming up with a plan, it's only afterwards that Athena speaks with Telemakhos.

[ateriblewriter]

Don’t Take the Girl {1} (m.b)

a/n: I’m really sorry. Please don’t hate me. Also remember you guys wanted more Matt Boldy.

warnings: accidents

Enjoy! 

Part 2 

You never pictured your life turning out the way it had. You never thought you would eventually follow your then hockey player boyfriend cross country to a frozen wasteland. But you did and you wouldn’t change anything. Especially when Matt proposed and you found out you were pregnant not long after. The two of you were young yes but the two of you knew it was meant to be when you first met each other.

That brings you to today. Your 22nd birthday. You were two weeks overdue with a stubborn little baby boy and miserable. You wanted this child out of your body, he has overstayed his welcome. This child definitely got his stubbornness from you because Matt was cool as a cucumber. You shouldn’t have to wait for much longer to greet your child as you started feeling twinges late during the third period.

The contractions were far apart and nothing to worry about yet. So you didn’t inform anyone of your current situation. It’s not like you were going to give birth at the X. Nope. Matt was going to finish up with interviews and such in the locker room, you guys would head home for a little bit until things were a little further along. Eventually you would make your way to the hospital and bam you would have a baby. Or at least that would be the plan if only your lover boy would hurry up.

“You doing okay Y/N?” Calen, one of Matt’s teammates, asked you, bringing you out of your current train of thought. He found pacing back and forth, the way you do when you get nervous sometimes. “Do you need Bolds?”

“Yeah. I might need him soon.” You rubbed your enlarged belly. You hoped the man would take the hint as to what was going on. You stopped pacing momentarily as another contraction hit you. This one was a bit stronger than the last.

“Oh well, he should be finishing up soon. I can go and snag him for you if you’d like.” The man offered to help retrieve the person you needed.

“That would be great Calen.” You paused walking back and forth as another contraction rolled through. This one a little bit stronger than the others. “Please tell him if he wants to meet his son he should really consider getting out here.”

You don’t know what the Wild defenseman said when he went back into the locker room but you could hear some whoops and hollers. Hearing the outburst of excitement of what was to come made your heart smile. You really did love being in Minnesota. You loved how everyone was so nice and supportive. They really did care about each other.

“Hey.” Matt walked over to the pillar you had been leaning against. Since he was a bit taller than you he had to lean over to give you a kiss.

“Hey yourself.” You kissed him back.

“I heard someone is ready to grace us with his presence tonight.” The two of you started walking over to the car hand in hand. Halfway to the car you need to stop again for a contraction. You really squeezed your hockey player’s hand as this one had been the strongest yet.

“You good babe?” He never once let go of your hand. It was reassuring to know he had your back when it came to this thing. “You want to go straight to the hospital or?”

“No no, I think we still have a little bit of time left. I think we can make it home.” Matt opened the car door for you and helped you in. He even went as far as buckling you in. He wanted to make sure his family was as safe as could be. “Plus I may have forgotten that stupid bag. And I want my fuzzy slippers.”

“Oh you want the fuzzy slippers? That’s more important right now?” A laugh erupted from his lips as he started the vehicle.

“Yes you goof. The slippers are very important.” You shook your head, thinking about the most comfortable footwear you own.

The normal 20 minute drive back home to northeast Minneapolis seemed like it was taking forever. It could have been the nerves you were feeling about giving birth. But it was most likely the thin sheet of frozen water that covered the roads.

“Matt, slow down. You don’t need to be going so fast.” You reached up to tightly grip the handle above the door. You hated the icy roads, never feeling completely safe on them.

“It’s not me, it's the shitty -” Matt started but never finished. It all happened so fast. You saw the bright light to the right of you before feeling the crunching metal around you. It was over in a minute. The darkness surrounding you as your fiancé yelled your name.

Again I apologize for this. 

Please let me know what y’all think. I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and complaints!

A part 2 coming sometime?

[mitsuko-saito]

Arien's adventure journal

Chapter 1 - The Origins

Dear Diary, today it's the same shitty day here at the village with corrupted people, living as an orphan means that you can't trust anyone, because your parents abandoned you ever since you were just a baby. Yeah, life sucks.

Oh, who am I? My name is Arien. My age? I won't tell you hehe, but I'm gonna tell you where am I. This is a small village in a hidden part from Outworld, the owner of this village thought that this would be a good idea to hide from the emperor Shao Kahn's schemes.

I am an orphan, which is seen as a bad thing in this village, people look at you with disgust, seeing you as a thief, a pest. If you are going to visit the Greatsaint village, you need to know 1 rule, you need to have enough strength both physically and emotionally.

Luckily, when I was growing up with no parents by my side, I've made new friends.

Rogue- yo Arien, we have been waiting for you

This is Haydée, but we call her Rogue, the most smartest girl I ever met in this village, she has brains and brawn, she could be a perfect warrior.

Ethan- yeah I was almost sleeping here

And this is Ethan, he is very strong, he is the brawn of our little group. When I arrived, I rested my hands on my knees while I was panting from running.

Arien- sorry guys, I was busy with that old man Jun. He can't stop picking on me.

Rogue and Ethan looked at each other with a worried face and then looked at me.

Rogue- Arien, y'know that guy isn't just an old man who owns our orphanage.

Ethan- he owns this entire village - Ethan explained opening his arms demonstrating the village around us.

Arien- I know guys. But we can agree that Jun isn't a good man to get along with. He steals from the poor here. He takes advantage of the others saying that he is protecting us from Shao Kahn.

Rogue- that's why we are going to make ‘justice’’.

Me, Rogue and Ethan went to an alleyway and we started to jump up on the walls and the houses' roofs. We do this kinda of thing ever since... I don't know... forever?

Anyway, other children wish to be like us, but this is a risky 'job' for them because what we do here is stealing the rich. But for a good purpose. You see, there are a lot of people with a lot of gold and money who don't help the weak or the most needy.

We hid behind a pillar and we saw a well-dressed woman buying fabrics in a tend nearby, Rogue looked at me with determination and made signals for me and Ethan, doing the same hobby as always.

Rogue climbed the wall and saw the lady enter in the middle of a crowd of people. Rogue climbed down and followed the target. I joined her in the crowd along with Ethan, he gave me a needle for sewing from that tent where we saw the woman, so I didn't waste any time and walked fast behind her.

I used the needle on her right side to sting her a little bit so she could see me while Rogue stole her money sac.

“Sorry, lady” I pretend to apologize for the sting

“Watch it, kid!” she cursed

Rogue ran away from the crowd and we reunited again in a secret alley.

“So how many?” Ethan asked

“Woah— that woman is so rich as Jun” Rogue’s eyes widened and I checked the sac, she was right, that's so many coins

“I never thought there would be someone who has this quantity of money as the terrible owner of here” I commented, and that's right, no one except Jun is that rich here. There are 2 ways to get rich: born into a rich family or getting married, maybe she has a heritage.

We walked back to the orphanage and entered by the window, the kids noticed our presence and ran happily toward us, and Rogue hugged them. She loves children so much. We even promised that one day we could get married, get out of this village, and live happily as a family.

Ethan carried one of the children on his shoulders without difficulty. He also has a big heart as his sister.

“Haydée, you won't imagine what we did today,” one of the kids said to Rogue, she was about to ask what is it until we heard Jun’s voice

“How could you lose that money I gave you??” he asked angrily to someone

“Honey, I-I… I swear to you it was with me until I was bumped by a kid from yours… probably it was one of your orphans” it was a female voice, I looked at Ethan and Rogue and threw the sac to them, Rogue hid the money below the mattress and commanded the kids to go to their beds.

I went to hear more of their conversation

"You’re stupid and careless. How come I ever married you? It must have been him again!” Jun yelled, but then he took a deep breath

I got scared and heard steps, so I ran toward my bed and pretended to sleep, Jun’s steps got even closer and I felt one of his hands moving my front hair, he noticed my forehead sweating and then he slapped me in the face. I fell from the bed while feeling a sharp pain in the cheek.

Jun checked my bedsheets and found nothing and started to check my pockets… still nothing.

“Where’s the money?” asked Jun

“What money?” I asked him back

“Answer me! Or you will sleep out of the orphanage again”

“Threaten me all if you want, but I don't know which money you are talking about”

He punched me again and he threw me out of the orphanage along with my bedsheets.

“You’re running out of my patience!!” Jun yelled before angrily closing the door

I just ‘tsked’ and wrapped the sheet around me, it was so cold and then I heard a ‘psk’, I noticed it was an old man calling me.

“Hey little boy” he started to call me

“Go away… I do not have any money” I said not staring at him

The old man walked in my direction and knelt, I backed away a little bit. He showed his hand and opened it, and then some kind of green fire magic appeared. I was amazed and how did he do that? Most people here in the village don't use magic like the rest of the Outworld.

“This magic amazes you, right?” the old man asked, and I nodded, making him chuckle “I saw that you were having problems. Tell me, what would you do if you got magic like teleportation? Or a fire magic?”

“Hmm…” I started to think “I would help my orphan friends to get out of this sick village and go somewhere else. And I would burn down this village along with Jun. I don't care if he suffers” I started determinedly at the old man, he laughed. A very wicked one.

"I admire your spirit, young boy. I've got something for you" The elder went to search something on his bag and grabs some kind of golden bracelet, I hesitated

"I can't... Why--"

The old man disappeared...

TO BE CONTINUED...

tagging: @theelderhazelnut @zoetheneko @amphythewanderer @elderglocks @roselyn-writing @devilzukin7

[randomnameless]

what do you of people who think that pointing out how problematic claude and almyra are in the fodlan games is racist?

?

You mean people who think you are racist for noticing that Claude and Almyra in general were written with the worst orientalist clichés from the early 1810s?

As a rule of thumb, I don't believe you can determine if someone is racist or not based on their opinion of fictional characters -

That being said, there's a difference between saying "I think Devdan sucks" and whatever goes down in the chamber pot, using real world rhetoric about "invasive species" and whatnot to throw shade at fictional characters you don't like.

@gascon-en-exil made a Tellius video about Devdan's uh... well, Devdan in general in Tellius and the wtf that was Devdan in a game released in the 2000s, internationally released at that - and fwiw, some youtube comments talked about minstrel shows and how Devdan reminded them of those shows so, I definitely think pointing Devdan's entire existence - down to his concept - isn't racist in itself, you're not committing robbery when you're trying to prevent one.

About Claude and Almyra in general as depicted in Fodlan...

Well, in FE16 the game basically told us that Almyrans - in the Cyril/Hilda paralogue - are people who enjoy senseless bloodbathes (they raid the border for funsies and feast and party if they're able to return home ffs!) and while they might have different values (which is not a bad thing in itself!), they are the kind of people to turn tail and flee even if it means leaving their allies die (what Claude expected Hilda to do in CF!) or their civilian randoms (Cyril was caught by Goneril forces when they raided their camp).

You can't fight anymore when you're dead, so running away isn't always the worst solution, and yet, the way it's depicted (in CF for tears, in VW to shit on Nader) in the game, it's not supposed to be something we see as good/nice/has relevance.

In Nopes Shahid mounts the greastest invasion the Locket has ever known... to show his dad that he has muhrit too and can attack the "cowards" so plz stop mopping about the son who left without writing a letter.

Aka, Almyra sends its troops to invade Fodlan... in a penis measuring contest for the throne.

Yeah.

However, everything falls apart when we play GW's second part.

Now Nader wants to bring "souvenirs" from the war, by - and it's Lorenz who tells us ffs, not Claude, but Lorenz which has all sorts of implications - pillaging the cities they will be conquering.

Claude asks his dad to give him the Almyran Navy - and by ask I mean Nader has him sign the paper while he's half asleep, a bit like what your random kid does when school asks for a parent's written authorisation, you hang the damn paper to your parent while they're doing something else so they sign without really thinking - for his personal fight in Fodlan that consists in...

Killing the CoS? Yes, but also, and more importantly, to get rid of Fodlan's "outdated" values basically by tearing apart the country/its borders.

In a nutshell, in Nopes, FE16!Hilda's racist stereotypes about Almyrans and Almyra are... confirmed.

To sum up, canonwise, Fodlan depicts Almyrans as people who love needless bloodbathes, who prey on the country they're agressing "for fun!" when it's at its lowest point to mount a serious and real invasion to 1/score points in the royal inheritence record, or 2/to effectively bring disorder/kill/remove important pillars of that country because they want to change its "values and traditions" while pillaging and massacring the land as they cross it.

My bad, it's not the 1800s rhetoric about "the orient" it's both this, and a side dose of throwing the worst tropes ever like "invading people to bring them civilisa- i mean, a new set of values".

In a way, Fodlan is worse than Tellius in that regard, because while Devdan is, hopefully, a side character you can forget to recruit, Almyra - through Claude - is a compulsory point to play through when you play the Fodlan games.

Like, the devs - graphic devs at least - really researched and designed outfits, not only based on RL cultures, but to give a distinct flair to Almyra (when they couldn't be assed to do the same for the "mainland fodlan" characters), like Claude's outfits always have a detail (at least one when it's not the barbarossa class!) to tell you that this class/character has ties to this other place, Almyra!

Surely you'd want to know what Almyra is about, right?

:')

And then you learn and wonder, Echoes didn't bother to draw specific outfits reminding the player of RL cultures gor Grieth or the Brigand Boss, so what was Fodlan thinking when they gave those outfits to Claude and Nader? What kind of associations are you supposed to make?

Are we back in the "Kaga said the land of bandits who kidnap to most likely seduce without consent ladies was inspired by Persia? What the actual fuck?" era?

In a way, depicting Almyrans as the "bloodthirsty people who pillage as they go" is, imo, as offensive as Martin's Dothrakis, I don't think you are, or anyone is, racist for pointing it out.

[coffeecoloredpages]

Bring the Boys Home - Meet Me Halfway

Chapter 1 Part 3

By Wordwyrm (more on AO3)

September 1st, 1971, Wednesday - King's Cross Station, London, England

James Potter

James skipped through the busy station, paying no heed to his mother's exasperated warnings not to stray too far. He'd been waiting for today his whole life. James was finally going to Hogwarts!

He watched the station signs carefully, dodging in and out of the crowd. Seven, eight, nine… there it was. Platform 9 ¾. Well, the muggle side of it anyway. He'd listened to his dad's stories of Hogwarts all his life, and knew he'd need to run through a pillar here to find the train station on the other side. Bouncing on the tips of his toes, he got ready to run, then stopped and glanced anxiously around for his parents. Hearing about running through a solid wall was one thing, actually doing it was entirely different.

He caught sight of his parents through the crowd, and relaxed, his excitement returning. As Fleamont and Euphemia Potter joined him, he could barely stay still again. Fleamont’s eyes wrinkled with a smile, and he ruffled his son's already unruly black hair. “Eager, aren't we, Sunny? You ready?” James nodded quickly, “Do we go through now, Dad? How do we go again?” James felt his nerves returning, but was determined to be brave. Gryffindors were always brave, and he was going to be a Gryffindor.

Fleamont, noticing his son's nervousness, chuckled. “I suppose it is a bit tricky. Tell you what, why don't I take the trolley through first? You can follow after with Mum, yeah?” Relief washed over James’ face, and he nodded seriously. “Yeah, that's brilliant, Dad. I'll watch closely.” Trying to contain his smile, Fleamont kissed his wife quickly, then stood before the barrier and threw his shoulders back.. “Here I go!” He announced, before walking confidently through the barrier.

James stared after him, awed. Euphemia gently nudged him, “Go on, love. Give it a bit of a run if you're nervous.”

“I'm not nervous!” James protested, but he backed up to give himself a head start regardless. He breathed in deep, screwed his eyes closed, and ran. He half expected to run smack into the stone pillar, so the much softer build of his father catching him gave James a bit of a start. He opened his eyes and gazed around eagerly, his mum coming to join them from behind. He stared up at the train, feeling he'd never seen anything so big. Through the windows he could see other children gathering, greeting old friends or shyly introducing themselves to new ones. Two small boys, one slightly plump and one scrawny, were climbing the steps into one of the cars, dragging their trunks behind. A couple windows down, a boy with black curls and a slightly wicked grin was staring out at him. James stuck his tongue out. In response, the boy made a grotesque face, and James laughed loudly. He allowed his parents to fuss over him for a few minutes with what he was sure was saintly patience, before pulling away. “I'll write lots, mum, I promise.” James responded, as Euphemia tried to pull him in for another round of hugs and kisses as the warning whistle blew. “My dear, he'll be fine,” Fleamont handed James his owl. “Hurry up, or you'll miss the train, Sunny. And try to stay out of trouble, yeah?”

James nodded, already hurrying away. He pulled his trunk behind him into the car and past compartments until reaching the one he’d seen the black haired boy in. Pushing the door open, he was met with the same mischief filled face he'd seen through the window. “My name is Sirius Orion Black, what's yours?”

James grinned, “James Potter. I've heard of you, I think.”

“I've definitely heard about you. My Mum says you're a blood traitor and your parents want anarchy, whatever that means. But I've decided it means you're going to be my new best friend.”

“Sounds brilliant,” James hopped onto the seat, crossed his legs, and beamed at Sirius. “So, do you like quidditch?”

[kka1lyns]

“Is Our Love Worth the War?”

intro

— Chapter 1

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It was midday, the sun shining through the pillars of Annabeth’s chamber. Her scrolls were opened, held in one hand, her quill in the other, ink dripping onto her fingers. She always found peace in studying, until she was interrupted by her brother, Malcom. He whined and groaned for Annabeth to quit studying and spend some time with him, but to no avail.

"Oh c'mon, Annie! You must have something better to do! You've been staring at that thing all day! Just do something fun for once!”

“Can’t you see I’m studying? I just need peace and quiet from all the things happening right now…”

“Suit yourself, Annie, I’m going outside. Its pretty much useless to argue with you.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like—“ 

SLAM! He shut the door, making a pretty loud bang. He didn’t look upset, he didn’t sound upset, but judging how hard the door was shut, he was pretty upset. It would go away eventually though, I hope…

After studying for a bit more, reading my scrolls about poems, inventions, history and the likes, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” I shouted. ‘Very un lady-like, Annabeth.’ My mother would have scolded me by now, I can tell.

Piper then walked in the room, she was the Daughter of Aphrodite, my best friend, cousin, duchess of Olympia, and fianceé of Jason Grace, 2nd in line to the throne of  Olympia.

“Hi Piper… I feel like you wanna tell me something…?”

“Well… yeah…! Theres princes coming over from basically all the kingdoms y’know, and since you’re gonna get married, you have to look for a-“

“I’m not marrying, Piper.”

“WHAT!? But what about the rules? You can’t possibly-“

“I know about the rules, but I don’t wanna be pressured into things like… this… I may rule Athens soon, but I wanna rule on my own… I mean— look at mother! She rules alone, dad left her… and well…— That just proves my point!”

“But still… What would your mom feel? I mean… there are some pretty cute princes my mom could set you up with—“

“I don’t think I’ll need your mom’s help for this, Piper… Besides, all the guys I know either look bad, act bad, or both. There’s no point in looking for someone.”

“Suit yourself, she’s the love expert.”

“But enough of that… congrats on being Jason’s fianceé.”

Piper was getting married to Jason in a few months. Pretty overwhelming, concidering the fact he was 2nd in line to the throne of Olympia and she was just a duchess. A pretty high rank amongst royals, but still… pretty overwhelming…

“Thanks… I’m honestly glad both Zeus and Hera like me… if they didn’t… I don’t know what I’d do… theres so many expectations too…”

I pat her shoulder lightly “I’m sure you’ll do fine, Pipes…”

Someone then knocked on my door, it was ome of our servants. She opened the door, calling me. “Princess, your mother wishes to see you.” This could never be good… It never is…
 
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I opened the door to my mother’s study, seeing her on her chair, both her hands resting on the table. “Go on, sit. I need to talk to you.” She says sternly. I was never really close with my mom, over the years, we slowly drifted apart due to my duties as a princess and hers as a queen. 

“What is it that you need to tell me, mother?

“You do know princes are coming here in five days to visit you, right?” I already knew where this was going. “You’re going to have to marry soon, Annabeth. A prince of high status.”

“I don’t want to marry, mother. You know that.”

“But what about the rules, Annabeth? You can’t disobey the law. The own laws you swore to follow.”

“But you didn’t follow them either, you never-“

“Silence, Annabeth. You will marry, and that’s final. You shall choose a prince by the end of this week, and it has to be a prince. If it is some low status boy, you know my answer. I won’t have a princess marry a commoner.”

stopp oh my gods 🥹🥹 i don’t post my works online like this at all so this is basically my first work posted 😓😓 i hope ygs think its good tho 💗💗 mwamwamwa