#you've heard of my love for girls with swords get ready for my love for girls with shields

[fyodoro]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐢𝐧𝐠

-> In which it takes a talking and diagnosis for Yanqing to realize he was more than capable of having a crush. (1.1k words) (req by @xx-yanqing-anonymous-xx )

Cw) oblivious dork yanqing and guiding father figure jing yuan agenda

18+ DNI! Yanqing is explicitly stated to be around 14-16 in his character story, and I am not comfortable with adults reading romantic content with a minor.

"General, I think I need to see a healer."

Jing Yuan halted in his movements, carefully turning his head towards the young lieutenant. Besides the stern expression plastered on his face, Yanqing looked like his usual self. There wasn't a sign of illness in sight.

"Is there something wrong? You aren't pale..." The General gently brushed the younger's bangs upwards, placing the back of his hand on the blonde's forehead. "And you're body temperature is perfectly fine."

"It's not noticeable on the outside, General!" Yanqing blurted, the same stern expression displayed on his features. "I think I'm cursed..."

Jing Yuan only stared at the boy. Cursed? While it's not a common occurrence on the Luofu in the slightest, he wouldn't be all that surprised. Higher ranking Cloud Knights are always more widely known, and therefore more sought offer with more malicious intentions by criminals.

And Yanqing was a lieutenant, after all.

"And just what makes you believe that, Yanqing?" The elder inquired. He always believed Yanqing, but in this case, he wondered if the boy was exaggerating a personal feeling. It wouldn't be entirely out of character.

"It's (Name)! Whenever I'm near them, my heart rate increases and my face gets real hot! It's uncomfortable, and I can only imagine it being some sort of curse, right?"

The General deadpanned.

"What's with that face! General, you've gotta believe me!" Yanqing blatted, stern expression replaced with a comical irritated face.

"Oh Yanqing, have you ever heard of the phrase 'having a crush'?"

'Having a crush? Having a... crush?' He thought to himself curiously. It was a phrase he's heard of. Many times, in fact. On nearly every patrol he'd pass different groups of teenage girls talking amongst themselves, the words "your crush?" or "the one I like" getting thrown around once or twice.

But weren't 'crushes' meant for non Cloud Knights? Not once has he heard a single knight discuss their love life. At least, not on the job. The lieutenant simply chucked simple matters such as love aside.

Maybe if love came in the shape of a sword he'd pay more mind to it.

"I think this 'curse' of yours are merely romantic feelings for (Name). That's not something to be ashamed of, no?" Jing Yuan reasoned with the boy, only making the young lieutenant scoff in response.

"And just what would you know about love, General?" Yanqing interrogated teasingly. To no avail, Jing Yuan only brushed his inquires off. "Why don't you go visit (Name)? See if that 'curse' of yours is still intact." The General teased back, something Yanqing didn't brush off.

"You know what? I will! Thanks for the help, General. But I'm sure I'm not experiencing a crush." The Cloud Knight Lieutenant muttered the last part under his breath, feeling a tad bit rude for telling the General he was wrong. Jing Yuan waved him off, resuming his paperwork.

"The General told me it was a 'crush...' but I'm still sure this is a curse. Bailu, is there anything you can do about this?"

The small healer never experienced a patient like this.

Most of her patients came to her for a diagnosis of something they didn't know of. If the diagnosis was something serious, it wasn't out of the ordinary for a patient to be in denial for a moment. But with time, they come to accept their condition.

Yet this boy was a whole other story.

Yanqing would prefer hearing he was cursed rather than the (much better) alternative; having a crush.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do for you." Bailu declared, ready to send the blonde out and call in her next patient.

"But wait! Are you sure? My heart beating that fast can't be normal, right? Aren't there any prescriptions for that?" Question after question... Bailu was getting quite fed up. "Well, there's nothing I can do... but..."

"But?" Yanqing asked enthusiastically

"There's something you could do."

Yanqing didn't know who to blame for his current situation.

One of the Luofu's greatest healers, or the Cloud Knight General. Whosever's fault it is, he knew they were only partially to blame. No matter how much he refutes any blame, he knew deep down this was partially his own fault.

Yes, it was Yanqing's own fault he stood dressed in his finest attire, with a bouquet of roses in hand.

Who was the bouquet meant for?

"Yanqing?" Your familiar voice called out. He didn't have to turn to know it was you, not anymore, at least.

The blood that rushed to his face, his heartbeat gradually speeding up, there was only one person on the entire Luofu that had that kind affect on him.

"Make sure to let them know how you feel while your at it!"

"You want a diagnosis so badly? I'll give you one. I diagnosis you with the fattest crush known to The Xianzhou Luofu. Will that do?"

The words the lieutenant previously deafened replayed in his mind, now louder than ever.

He'd resort to calling these feelings a 'curse' just to run from his feelings. He's not sure why he was so adamant about avoiding these feelings. Because now that you're mere feet away from him, he finally began to appreciate the fuzzy feeling you gave him.

Because while he can run from his feelings all he wants, he could never run from you.

"I- well... I have something I wanna tell you." He started slowly, trying to find the right words. You stood there patiently, and Yanqing could feel his face growing warmer and warmer and his heartbeat faster and faster. "You see, I..."

"I really like you, (Name)! I really really like you. Will you go out with me?" He held his head low and pushed the bouquet of roses forward, in front of you. Your lack of response was worrisome, so worrisome in fact that the blonde considered running again.

"I'll answer you if you look at me, Yanqing." You calmly requested, seemingly unbothered. The lieutenant slowly lifted his head, locking eyes with you after a few seconds. "If you're gonna say that kind of thing, at least look a little more confident."

You carefully took the bouquet from his hands, holding it gently to your torso. "I like you too, Yanqing. I really really like you too, actually." Your imitation of him made him chuckle.

He looked ethereal under the beaming sun, the light highlighting his features was almost too perfect.

It was so perfect in fact, you couldn't help but place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"So, who put you up to this, boyfriend." You teased, gesturing to the almost fancy attire he wore. He was still in shock from the kiss, of course. Calling him your boyfriend on top of that was certainly not helping his situation.

"Ah- well, it's a long story... lover?"

[mybworlds]

Chapter 1: The Mermaid of The Narrow Sea

Title: The Mermaid of the Narrow Sea Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader (no use of Y/N) Summary: Essos. You are a slave since you were a little girl. One day you are sold to a mysterious man who could be your only chance to escape and be free.

Masterlist Rating: M Series Warnings: Age gap, slavery, violence, blood, death, alcohol use, slow burn, sexism, smut, dom/sub dynamics, rape attempts Extra warnings: there's a vicious brother (oc), Ellaria is a jealous woman in this story.

Before to start... my idea is to twist Oberyn's biography a little bit and intertwine it with the main character's story and what happens in Westeros in the next chapters, so I'm not sure what will come of it. I hope you like this my (new) story.

This is my second story in the Game of Thrones universe, the other is a SanSan, you can find it in my masterlist, I'm a lil afraid to write about Prince Oberyn 'cause I know he's very loved, who doesn't? ;) If you want let me know what you think about.

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Thanks for the dividers @idontgetanysleep

Fire warms your sun-ruined skin, your hair is a shapeless tangled heap, you wear a tunic too small for your body, it's a woman's body now, not a child's.

Your eyes are likened to burning embers especially when you get angry or challenge even with your gaze your masters. You are a slave. You've been a slave since you were a child. Your mother had been captured when you weren't even five, and since then you along with other men, women and slavers have done nothing but roam the eastern continent.

You are a beautiful young woman, your proud look and posture stand out though you are only a slave. For these your qualities, you are called the Mermaid of the Narrow Sea.

People who had enslaved your mother move from place to place, from inland to the shores of the Narrow Sea.

That day you are dragged by those bloody people back to the shores, and on that day the wind blows hard shaking the barren lands overlooking the Sea and shaking the hair of everyone there. You and other women are gathered there by the cliff, all are afraid since they all fear what may happen to them, you don't. You watch raptly as the waves crash on the rocks, then you scan the horizon with a wistful look.

"Soon, very soon we'll see what you are made of," hisses one of the men threateningly in your ear who had also tried in the past to take you by force.

"I'm not afraid." you challenge him by turning your gaze toward the man who raises his hand as if to strike you, but then has second thoughts: hitting you would not scratch you, take that look away, or satisfy him.

"Someday, you damn bitch, someone will tame you," he says grudgingly and then walks away.

"When that day comes, I'll be ready," you whisper, but it's more of a reminder to yourself to never give up and never bend no matter what happens.

You promised to yourself this ever since you witnessed the rape and murder of your mother. Your mother was sold to a prince or king in Westeros, out of the goodness of this prince or king, whoever he was, you were bought too. One evening, however, the man showed in your quarters, your mother, probably sensing what was going to happen, immediately made you hide in a closet filled with sacks of grain, bread and other food making you swear not to go out or be heard for any reason in the world.

When the man was there, you witnessed something that no one should ever see: your mother, the woman who gave birth to you, the woman who loved you, the woman you always saw as your rock, slapped and thrown to the ground and then her screams overpowered by the man's obscene sounds and words.

You closed your eyes and plugged your ears tightly, almost unable to hear after so much you pressed your palms over your ears. When you dared to open your eyes again, you saw the man's sword rise and fall on your mother's neck and blood gushing copiously on the floor, on her clothes and on the man's sword. Your mother choked in her own blood as the man wiped his sword back against the woman's now blood-soaked dress.

When you were able to come out of your hiding place, you found your mother with her eyes wide open in an expression of pure terror painted on her face, from then on you swore to yourself that no one, ever, would touch you, neither a slave nor a merchant nor a king nor a prince.

"She is the Mermaid of the Narrow Sea, gentlemen." you are introduced by a plump man who sells women for a good price in exchange for wine, silk and spices "Beautiful as you can see, she will be able to satisfy your every fantasy, she is an obedient girl who knows her place."

You stare grimly and hard at all the men who stare at you as if you were an animal for slaughter. You see some talking excitedly, others licking their lips as if you were a tasty exotic dish to be put on the table.

"More than Mermaid seems to me to be ready to rip our throats out," someone comments, provoking general hilarity.

"I kill those who provoke me only," you reply venomously bringing down general silence, slaves don't speak, someone hits you from behind causing you to fall to your knees. The men laugh, but this doesn't make you lose your resolve or your hard stare.

You quickly get back on your feet.

People whisper, the plump man tries to sell you in every way, but no one buys you. One of the slavers pulls you away, when you are in a separate place he ties your hands and feet with a very heavy chain, "I should rip that damned tongue out of you!" the man threatens you and then kicks you in the side and walks away. In front of him you didn't react to that gesture, but now that you're alone you squeeze your eyes and moan in pain, you want to see what he did to you, but you can't.

You hide your head between your legs, you don't cry, you never cry, there is no point in crying, you just have to hold on. The day will come when you will be free and you can get rid of these heavy chains.

The next day someone wakes you up with the usual indelicacy and brutality, they release you from the chains and pull you by the arm, "Move, the market has ended and you're staying with us this time too." you don't know if there is disappointment in his tone of voice or what, for you for sure it'll be another terrible trip. You don't know where you will go, but they certainly won't treat you well, they never have. They are not going to start today.

All of you slaves - mostly women - are chained by the wrists, lined up in a row to each other, your slavers are on horseback, only a couple of them on foot and they are there to poke and prod you to walk, not all of you holding their gait. Someone dies under the scorching sun, someone from lack of food and water. Your lips are parched, your eyes burn from the sun and sweat dripping from your forehead, but you don't give up.

Not today.

Not today.

Not today.

You keep telling yourself, this is not the day you die.

Slavers stop to unhook the dead bodies and as you others who were further behind are about to stop too, one of the damn ones trips you and part surprise and part lack of food, you fall forward.

"Oh, you've fallen, Mermaid!" he uses that nickname with the tone of someone who wants to taunt you, you look at him angrily "I was hoping you'd be the next to die!" he adds with a venomous grin.

"Instead I'm still here," you say grudgingly, he's about to kick you, but you can't take it anymore, you block the man's foot in midair who falls backward. The anger, the pain, the resentment built up over all those years until now explodes with a force and violence you didn't even think you had: you pounce on the man by sitting on him and start punching him repeatedly in the face, you lose count of how many blows you inflict on him, his face becomes a mask of blood and he screams, screams attract the attention of the other men who grab you by the armpits and pull you away, in pulling you away you kick him in the middle of the legs and making the asshole scream once again.

"Fuck you!" you scream in exasperation.

"Now I'm going to kill that fucking bitch," the man says holding his face and making to get to his feet and reach you, one of his own stands between you and you hear him say "At the next slave market in Meereen we'll get rid of her, you'll see." this doesn't quite convince him because his eyes land on your face still distraught with rage and he tries to reach you again, the second man insists "There someone will heal your wounds and we're going to drink good wine, I know there's a good brothel too, you'll relax and forget about her." maybe this convinces him because he looks at you with less hatred and then he looks at his companion, you see him smile and his interest in you fades.

You can breathe.

"Be careful," a dark-skinned man next to you says, you look at him suspiciously "that guy, Aziz, is a dangerous man," he continues, referring to the man you hit.

"I can take care of myself," you retort looking at him grimly.

He chuckles "I saw, but try to avoid any more shows, you are too young to die." he looks at your face, "I hope that when you are sold because you will be, your master will treat you better than you have lived so far." you lower your head for a moment and find yourself barely bending your lips upward, you have never really smiled, doing is so strange.

The city of Meereen presents itself splendid and imposing to your eyes. It's the largest city you have ever been in up to that point, you walk looking upward and your eyes wide open in wonder although you know why you are there. What strikes you most are massive triangular-shaped structures, they are gigantic, who knows what they are for! You are in a noisy city, deafening almost, everywhere there are people buying and selling, there are goods of all kinds and types, before long it will be your turn again and the poor unfortunate souls like you.

They make you wear a knee-length cream-colored dress, one of the slavers dares to move your hair and you in response bite his hand earning you a slap in the face, it hurts, especially if he has hit you with a hand full of rings, "I sure hope you leave, you insolent fool."

When they have fixed you and made you presentable for sale, you get out of there. You are in chains again and this time you go to a wide open space that is swarming with all kinds of people, from prospective buyers to the merely curious. You keep your head down. Buying and selling is something that has always made you sick and that you have always refused to listen to; you go up on some kind of stage as if you were there to make a spectacle of yourself, you feel a disgust at those pigs selling you and the equally obscene buyers watching you as juicy meat to be put on the table.

"She is the Mermaid of the Narrow Sea," once again you are introduced this way by a huge man who pulls you by the arm beside him to show you to the audience of shoppers. You stare at the many faces, your head spinning, wishing to be left alone, to escape, but...

"I offer 1,000 copper stars," you hear one man shout, "2,000," shouts a second, you move your eyes from corner to corner, then there is an offer that interrupts all possible bids "10,000 gold dragons," everybody's head turns hearing such a sum. You remain breathless, no one had ever bid that much for someone like you, you try to spot the buyer, but he's wearing a hood therefore it's impossible to tell who he is.

"Sold." decrees the man beside you, you are immediately grabbed by the arm by someone else who hisses grudgingly in your ear "Finally, you damn whore, your time has come, now you will know that we were only docile lambs!"

It's Aziz, you look him in the eyes and with an expression full of disgust you tell him "Finally I've ruined that ugly face of yours, you monster!" he's about to hit you, but he's interrupted once again from another man "Stop it, it's none of our business now, go and collect from the buyer and hand it over to him now, it's none of our business anymore." says the second man barely looking at your face.

You and Aziz exchange one last glance, before he finally - and forever - walks away from you, you will never see him again. You hint a smile.

You are free from his obscene look, his stinking breath, his slimy hands. Free.

Free to go to another cage. The smile disappears again.

You are not free at all, you never will be.

The buyer enters the tent, he still has his hood over his head, and only then does he take it off, he's a man maybe in his fifties, or maybe something more, and then you realize that you can no longer escape the violence that has always marked your life and hollowed out your skin, you can never escape, never.

You are always a prisoner.

"I was just sent to buy you, I'm handing you over to your master's brother," is all the elderly man says to you, you can only nod, you are still a cargo.

The man pulls away the curtain and invites you to follow him, invites? Oh, it would be the first time someone has treated you like a person instead of an animal. You obey, you cannot object. Your hands are still tied and then there are too many people, you want to run away, but not now. Not today.

Just a little further on, there is a palanquin on which the man makes you get on and then he gets on as well. You don't speak, he barely looks at you, you are on alert, you don't know what the man's real intentions are, he might attack you, tempt violence, you don't let him out of your sight. You are ready to snap.

The palanquin stops, the man gets out before you and then helps you down. You are... in front of a brothel, you can't believe it, your master has bought you to make you a whore, your lips tremble and you lower your gaze for a moment, "Come." the man says in a sigh, holding you by the arm, you don't have the strength to resist and at the moment not even the strength to run away, even if you wanted to.

You climb the steps of the building and enter, the room stinks and it's dark. You can hear in the distance the unmistakable sounds and moans of sex, laughter, someone sneaks up totally naked in front of the two of you, you widen your eyes frightened, maybe you should start getting used to it, you will stay there now. Your master probably runs the place, maybe he himself will want to first-- you try to restrain yourself from vomiting at the idea, at the horror of that scene.

You wander between the various rooms until you come to a last room to which the elderly man knocks once, twice, three times with his fist as if it were a signal, someone from inside opens and leaves the door open. The elderly man opens the door completely and lets you in as well, "I have brought what your brother wants, my Prince."

"Hand her over to him don't give her to me," says a bored voice from behind, it's a man, looking out the window, he's rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"My Prince, Prince Mors said to give it to you--"

"To spite me!" he exclaims "He knows how I feel about it, and what does he do? He orders you to bring me a slave he wants! Set her free," he sentences again without looking at you, you widen your eyes, not knowing what to expect.

"My Prince, I'm sorry, but your brother..."

The other man sighs, "I know, but if it were up to me, I would free everyone."

"I understand, my Prince, but without slaves there would be no one left to perform certain tasks and chores," the elder continues.

The two of them keep talking as if you are not there with them, you start to think that maybe if you start walking slowly backwards, maybe... at that moment the younger man turns toward you and you don't really know why, but you almost feel like you've been paralyzed by his piercing gaze: your eyes plant themselves in his, you find yourself swallowing without even knowing why, you can't lower your gaze even though in front of that man's you'd like to, his gaze almost seems to want to burn you inside, it's such a strange feeling, so disturbing, you see his lips stretch upward and then you realize that's the end.

You can't move anymore.

[flufallo]

Some random, out of context lines from only the best show in the world

"YOU are the brawn?"

"If she'd died last night, I'd have no problem with her being here!" "Well that got dark"

"We've met phychics before, but none as fit as you" "HAH. Did that work on girls back in the 80s?"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"And those girls are staring..." "Mabye it's your outfit" *middle finger*

"I don't care how old you are. Go to bed"

"Well, I'm very open minded and also very concerned about bursting open" "honestly I just find her so charming"

"Are you insane?"

"so I'm a... Tree?"

"Cute? Thats offensive"

"It smells like dog shit in there"

"I'll make sure to jot that down in my journal of opinions I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT"

"Luckily, love requires no logic"

"MONTY! JESUS! I'm tryna... Threaten some kids"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"Fuck off, the kid had a sardine"

"E-yup"

"she's always... Changing outfits"

"Are you being threatening or is this a sexy choking?"

"weeee!"

"In my experience, uptight boys like a bit of rough play" "... Right" (my poor innocent Edwin has no idea what that means)

"Hello, um, cute little friend with the bow tie"

"Teethface, what the fuck?"

"I'm just a really old man who lives in a fish"

"Specificity is key"

*Girls react sword death* "was that good? Were you scared?" "Pff, no. The sword would of punctured the lung, leaving her *gasping noises* unable to scream. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood filling her mouth. Very disappointing girls"

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid"

"Is that my left or your left?" "We have the same left!"

"No, it is the blue book on the top left corner" *picks up pink book* "does that look blue to you, Charles?"(Colour blind Charles yaas)

"Well, that's harsh. But also charmingly stubborn. Capricorn?"

"Were not living anywhere, because your not living"

"This detective work is much measure than it ever looked on scooby doo"

"Two boys can like like each other, you know. I have a lot of manga about it. It's very sweet, and explicit"

"Again, a handshake would suffice"

"Yes, your highness"

"What is a hand job?"

"Well have to investigate further into this Molly character"

"At least one of you is in school, right?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with that one... Monty... You... A lot of time?" "Hmm? Merely swapping books is all"

"Oh my fucking fuck"

"I thought you were like a meat robber or a meat pervert or something"

"If you need anything, just shout. But don't actually shout. It's a library"

"Are you always a woman, is Charles ever a woman, can you change your eyes and nose like Mr potato head, do you know who mr potato head is?"

"Your such a whore"

"You don't look like a walrus"

"this looks like the places in those fish stick commercials I like"

"Charles, be less British. Edwin, be less Edwin"

"oh no, it's porn. It's all just porn"

"there are 142 cats" "142? That's way off!" (It's four off)

"and when he gets back from hell, I'll be waiting. God, I am such a romantic I hate it!"

"do you and Charles.. um... Have a special friendship?" "We are best friends, if you must know." (Keep him innocent guys)

"have you seen a Victrola anywhere?" "What?"

"oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "You are a ghost, Charles. You cannot get sick"

"well, maybe karma's just a bitch"

"I heard they died in some gay suicide pact"

"I have never wanted to get back inside someone more" (out of context this one just sounds so wrong lmao)

"are you saying my ghost friend isn't going to die? Super, thanks."

[atopvisenyashill]

why do you think we don't see jon's reaction to sansa's wedding and robb's death?

i can only guess here; only george knows the real reason. but i think it’s to hide jon’s feelings about tyrion. despite tyrion being a help to jon, jon’s thoughts about tyrion later are a bit…detached? in fact, he only thinks about tyrion once after tyrion leaves the wall:

Jon had known Tyrion Lannister, briefly. He took my hand and named me friend. It was hard to believe the little man had it in him to murder his own sire, but the fact of Lord Tywin's demise seemed to be beyond doubt.

He doesn’t wonder if Tyrion had a hand in his father's death

He doesn't wonder if Tyrion had a hand in the red wedding

He genuinely doesn’t even dwell on the red wedding which could mean so many things

He doesn’t comment on Stannis referring to Sansa as “lady lannister”

it’s a far cry from tyrion, who looks back on his time at the wall fondly. so my current running theory is i think we don’t get jon’s initial reactions to any of this because jon’s opinion has gotten increasingly sour. when you look at the timeline of information here, it seems jon (and the wall in general) don’t get news about robb’s murder and sansa’s forced wedding until after stannis gets there. then we get that above quote.

that combined with the fact that the first three chapters of “a dance with dragons” are jon, dany, and tyrion introducing aegon - it makes me believe jon’s chapters are frustratingly lannister-less because when they meet again, whereas tyrion may expect a warmer welcome from his “old friend” jon is going to be wary, perhaps even hostile. the sansa marriage in particular- it’s very clear to everyone involved what sort of marriage this is going to be (a hostage bride/forced marriage) because look at other reactions:

Robb's fingers brushed the pommel of his sword. "If I could I'd take his ugly head off. Sansa would be a widow then, and free. There's no other way that I can see. They made her speak the vows before a septon and don a crimson cloak." Catelyn remembered the twisted little man she had seized at the crossroads inn and carried allt he way to the Eyrie. "I should have let Lysa push him out her Moon Door. My poor sweet Sansa...why would anyone do this to her?"

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head." That's stupid, Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells, and she'd never marry the Imp.

And jon has had plenty of interactions with other forced marriages, he’s likely to see this one for what it is, and i think it sinks his opinion of tyrion - but george doesn’t want us to know yet. he’s gearing up for a dance, where the three “dragons” will fight and tyrion will be the power propping up at least two but likely all three dragons at one point, and that means none of them trust each other.

So I think similar to how Jon tries not to dwell on Robb, he forces himself not to dwell on the fate he knows awaits Sansa as a forced bride, or on the many betrayals of his family headed by Tyrion himself, because he has no ability to stop them. It's not until he gets the letter that all of these feelings crack open and spill out and he takes that final last leap of officially breaking his vows to save "Arya" from a forced marriage. And I tink when we get him awake again in TWOW, we will see a Jon who is more than ready to abandon the Night's Watch in favor of protecting his family - love is the death of duty, after all.

[rd0265667]

Chaewon x Reader: In every universe

Sequel to The Girl who I once loved(technically, you'll see) Earth 320 Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism, of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. Creating alternate worlds, from the one you know. I am Xin, the Watcher. I have seen all that has ever happened, all that will ever happen.

We've seen this before, stories in a singular universe, of love, of strife and of loss. But never before, has there been a story so constant in every single universe. And this one. This one breaks my heart.

"Where are we?" You asked in confusion, looking around in the white void as Chaewon cowered behind you

A humanoid looking being emerged, looking down upon you and Chaewon. "Greetings, Y/N. Chaewon. I am Xin. The Watcher. I am the spectator of the Multiverse, and not supposed to interfere with the course of events."

Looking up skeptically, you questioned, "Multiverse? Like in the movies?"

With a wave of a hand, a crack appeared, a crack into another universe

"Earth Prime, the universe you're familiar with, where Kim Chaewon is a former member of Iz*one and current leader of Le Sserafim, and Y/N is the producer and caregiver for Le Sserafim. Earth Prime is the designation of your Earth." 

Looking up at the celestial being before you, you held Chaewon's hand in yours, nervously looking around.

"Why did you bring us here, Xin? If you don't interfere, why are we here?" You asked, Chaewon's hand shivering as you covered it with your own.

"I'm here to try and spare you pain."

Turning around, Xin waved a hand, another crack appearing.  "Behold. Earth 398."

Earth 398

The Princess Kim Chaewon waited in her palace nervously. Outside her palace, she heard rumblings and screams, her hands clammy. Elsewhere, in the King's palace, he was getting ready to command his army, but not before talking to you. "Y/N. I know of your relations with my daughter, no matter your efforts to hide it for the last 2 years, so I entrust her safety to you. Bring her some place safe to hide out till this war is over. Her safety is in your hands now." The king decreed, as you bowed, bolting to the armoury. Now armed with your sword, as well as a bow and arrows, you ran to your girlfriend's room. "Y/N? What's going on?" Chaewon asked, looking at you as you rushed to pack her belongings. "Your father has tasked me with bringing you away from the palace to keep you safe. Let's go!" You informed her, as you grabbed her by the arm, running to the back of the palace, getting on your horse before riding 

The two of you had managed to leave the castle without much problems. The king had prepared safe houses away from the palace, which is where the two of you ran to. When there, you let Chaewon rest, trying to keep watch to ensure no enemies were coming, and hoping there would be any soldiers from your kingdom, coming to inform you of the invader's defeat. The coast stayed clear for 2 days, then suddenly, you saw around 200 soldiers marching towards the safe house. Panicked, you ran to Chaewon, waking her up.  "Chae, wake up! Listen, the enemies are here. Leave through the tunnels, and I'll stall as long as I can for you to escape. I'll see you at the other end alright!" You said, as Chaewon still blurry from her sleep, jolted up, nodding worriedly, throwing you into an embrace, sharing a kiss with you, before running. Taking a deep sigh, you armed yourself. You were a great combatant. That's how you were promoted to Chaewon's personal bodyguard. But no matter how skilled you were, you couldn't take them all. After a hard fight, you fell to the ground, your quiver empty, sword broken, arm bloodied. Forced into a kneeling position, you faced the commander of the soldiers. "You've failed, you asshole. The princess is long gone by now!" You shouted out, as the commander smirked. With a wave of his right hand, he called a soldier over, who held Chaewon with her hands behind her back. She exclaimed in shock at your condition, as you angrily tried to charge up, but was held down by two soldiers.  "You don't know how many soldiers I had to torture to find out about this safe house. But after sometime, one finally broke. He even told me about the tunnels." The commander taunted "Now that the king is dead, the princess is going to be married to my lord, to legitimise his rule. Men, throw this cretin in the cells. He might prove useful in keeping the princess docile." The commander said once again, as Chaewon fell back in shock. Her father was dead? As you tried to fight back, Chaewon saw an opportunity. As the soldier holding her lost focus, she turned around, grabbing the sword from his sheath, turning to stab the soldier with it. The soldier was well trained however, he easily disarmed her, stabbing her through the stomach. "Chae!" You shouted, as the two men holding you were shocked at the death of the princess, loosening their hold on you as you jumped at Chaewon, desperately holding her hand and her face. "You fool!" The commander shouted in anger, taking his sword out and stabbing the soldier who stabbed Chaewon. "She was the only princess! Our lord can't legitimise his rule anymore!" On the ground, you held Chaewon's hand in yours, crying as she looked at you, trying to force a small smile to calm you down. "Well, I guess if she's dead, we don't have to keep you around anymore." The commander took his still blood stained sword, running it through your back and out through your chest. Twitching from the pain, you collapsed next to Chaewon, as she exerted the last of her strength, crawling to you as she rested her head on your now unmoving shoulder. "I love you, Y/N. I'll see you in the afterlife." She hoarsely whispered, as the two of you died, holding each other

"What was that for?" You asked Xin, who shook their head. You tried to console Chaewon, who had tears in her eyes from the story she had just seen.

"Behold. Earth 101."

Earth 101

"The two of you don't have to do this. I don't want to burden either of you with this. " The mayor explained, a pained expression on his face. "The two of you have done enough for this city. And we can't stop Tyrannus. The City is almost evacuated."  Across him sat two masked vigilantes. Dark Arrow and the Canary. "With all due respect, Mr Mayor. Tyrannus is an old enemy of ours. We can handle this." Canary spoke up. The mayor thought for a few moments, before nodding. "The city once again thanks you for your selfless contribution, heroes." The mayor thanked the two vigilantes, as they both bolted out of the office. "Y/N, can you locate Tyrannus' bombs?" Canary asked as they ran to their hideout. "What did I saw about codenames, Canary?" You said, hearing your partner giggle beside you. "Fine. Dark Arrow, can you locate Tyrannus' bombs?" She rolled her eyes playfully "You're lucky I love you Chae." You pouted as the two of you got onto your motorcycles, the scan showing bombs in the sewers. "The bomb is in the sewers under the bank, let's go!"

"Ah, my two friends. Welcome, to the Endgame." Tyrannus bowed, before he flung two daggers at you and Chaewon. The two of you dodged the daggers, as Tyrannus chuckled. "Give it up, heroes. The bomb will go off in 5 minutes. You can't beat me and get there in time to defuse it. Besides, I'm the only one with the code." Tyrannus taunted, as you looked at Chaewon, who nodded to you, before you ran off to the bomb. "Ah Canary. The one who started it all. Y'know, if you didn't start running around the city in your suit beating up criminals, I would never have happened. And now what? You and your lover are forced to spend your days fighting for your lives. Well, whatever life you have left."  "Shut up and fight." Chaewon growled, bo staff in hand as she charged at Tyrannus.

After 4 minutes of tussling, with Tyrannus landing a few solid blows, but the battle ending with Tyrannus on the ground, Chaewon panting but pressing her bo staff onto Tyrannus' neck. "Give me the code. Now." Chaewon threatened, as her comms crackled to life. "Canary, I'm at the bomb, waiting for the code." Hearing that, Chaewon pressed her comms in her ear, replying, "Good, I'll get it to you once he tells me." Seeing that, Tyrannus smirked, pressing a button on his gauntlet, as Chaewon's comm became overwhelmed with static. Panic began to set in as Chaewon shouted for Y/N, only to be met with nothing but Static. Tyrannus began laughing maniacally at Chaewon's panic. "Did you really think I would set a defuse code for my bomb, this is the endgame afterall." He smirked, as Chaewon's eyes widened in panic. She quickly clubbed him across the face, running towards the direction you had ran previously, desperately talking into the comms system, but nothing came back, and just as Chaewon began at a crossroads, a loud and reverberating explosion shook the sewers. Running towards the boom, Chaewon saw her worse nightmare. Amidst the rubble, she saw your bow at a side, with your body trapped under stone. Running over, Chaewon pushed as hard as she could, freeing you from the rubble, but it was too late. Your breath had gone raggedy, your face caved in and bloodied, your arms with charred skin and dust. "No No No No No, Y/N, please." Chaewon sobbed, grabbing you by the hand as you looked up at her, a smile forced on your face as you whispered to her. "It's okay Chae. It's okay. It's going to be okay." You tried to reassure her, as she held you, tears dripping. "It's my fault, I brought you into this, I did this..." Chaewon could only muttered, as you tried to reassure her. "These were the best years of my life, Chae, I don't regret it a moment. Don't blame yourself love. I'll see you in the afterlife alright? I love you" You barely managed to whisper before your hand went limp, Chaewon screaming in anguish as she held your corpse in her embrace

"What is the point of this!" You screamed out at Xin, trying to stop the visions and console Chaewon

"Behold, Earth 271"

Earth 271

"Are you sure you're ready to do this Babe? He is your uncle." You whispered to Chaewon, who nodded, beginning her incantation.  "LATROP NEPO, KRAD SECROF" A portal opened, as Chaewon jumped in first, followed by you. The hellish landscape of the Dark Dimension greeted you, you casted an invisibility spell on yourself and Chaewon, blocking both of you from the view of the the undead who roamed the lands. As quickly as you could, the two of you moved to the nexus, the stronghold of the lord of the Dark Dimension, Gideon. Approaching the nexus, Chaewon summoned her gauntlet, getting ready to breach the stronghold. Walking across the bridge, The two of you were suddenly surrounded by a seemingly infinite number of undead. The both of you bolted to attention, you sent an ethereal shield of light to Chaewon before your cloak of levitation sending you into the air, firing off displacement spells and bolts of lightning, as Chaewon's gauntlet lit up, sending balls of fire, casting illusions and throwing lances manifested of Darkness. The two put up a valiant fight, but the unending numbers of undead soon overwhelmed the two, both sorcerers brought before Gideon in chains. "Ah, my treacherous niece and her lover. How nice of you to both show up! Would you like some tea?" Gideon stood, gloating upon his throne as the two of you struggle in your chains Pointing to Chaewon, Gideon's soldiers dragged her over to him, then, with a wave of a hand, Chaewon was suspended over the ground, a beam of light shooting through her arm. Chaewon groaned at the pain, but bit down, unwilling to show pain before her evil uncle. "My Lord, she's showing low traces of the Dark. It isn't enough for the catalyst" An assistant next to Gideon whispered in his ear, as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Well, the Dark is borne of negative emotions. Bring the doctor to me." Gideon commanded, pointing at you as you were brought before Gideon. "Hey Gideon, long time no see. We haven't really talked since our last bargain, have we?" You said snarkily, as Gideon rolled his eyes. "Do not avert your gaze my Niece, or your love gets it." Gideon threatened, a manifested blade to your throat forcing Chaewon to look at you, as you looked back, trying to reassure her that the two of you would find a way out. "Perfect." Gideon smirked, before running the blade across your throat, the blood spilling out from your throat as Chaewon screamed in shock, a radial blast emanating from her being, knocking everyone away. Chaewon's dark brown eyes had grown red, as she stormed through the nexus, using a chain of darkness that pierced every undead. Turning around, Chaewon spat out curse after curse as she grabbed Gideon by the neck, running the same blade he used to kill you across his face, mutilating him in her rage. "Chae. Don't." Your faint voice rang out, barely clinging on to life, but that was enough to pull Chaewon from her rage, as she sprinted to your body, holding your hand. Desperately, she manifested a tome out, trying to cast every healing spell she could find. When it didn't work, she looked at the dagger, realising that it was enchanted to block magic, so now, there was nothing she could do. "Don't let the darkness take you Chae. You're a good person, don't let yourself be overtaken by rage. I love you, don't forget." You could only stutter out through the pain, your last words cut off as you fell to the ground.

"That's enough Xin. Please!" You shouted out, covering Chaewon's eyes to hide the gore from her. "Do you see now?" Xin questioned. "What! See what!" You screamed back, frustrated. "In every universe, Kim Chaewon falls for Y/N. And in every other universe, it doesn't end well" Xin explained, as you looked at Chaewon in shock.

You looked at Chaewon, both sitting in silence as you absorbed the information. "So that's why you brought us here before either of us confessed. You wanted to save us?" You asked, as Xin nodded. "It doesn't matter. Send us back." Chaewon whispered. "What?" Xin asked in bewilderment "Yeh, send us back, now. It doesn't matter what you or the multiverse says. I love Chaewon, and she loves me. Our love will see us through this." You said back. In frustration, Xin waved their hand across the air. "You humans are so frustrating! Look!  Earth 832. Kim Chaewon is a rich Heiress and Y/N is an assassin sent to get close to her, steal data, then kill her. Y/N ends up falling in love with Chaewon and confesses. The company sends another assassin, Y/N dies to protect Chaewon. Earth 541. Y/N is an F1 driver and Chaewon is the car maintenance manager, they fall in love, almost get married, and what happens? Y/N dies in a high speed car crash when the car explodes. Earth 340, Chaewon and Y/N are dueling kombatants in a tournament for the safety of their country. They fall in love, and decide to fight the oppresive ruler who hosts the tournament, and they die in each other's arms after the ruler murders them both! Take less violent Earths. Earth 320. Kim Chaewon and Y/N are childhood friends. They love each other but don't do anything about it. Not till they reunite. They confess to one another, then in 5 years, Chaewon dies of an illness.  Earth 679, as high school sweethearts, Kim Chaewon falls in love with Y/N, and Chaewon confesses her love for Y/N. Almost instantly, Chaewon and Y/N die in a fiery car crash. Earth 452, the furthest Kim Chaewon and Y/N get in their relationship, they die in a plane crash en route to their honeymoon! Can't you see! I'm trying to spare you the pain. Spare me the pain of watching this heartbreak over and over! Even if it's just one earth, just one earth to let the two of you live. Please!" Xin cried out, collapsing, shocking both you and Chaewon, thinking a celestial being incapable of emotion "Please, take the chance. I'll send you back to your Earth the day before you met, and make it such that you never meet. Then you get a chance at living full lives." Xin made a last plea with the two lovers, who exchanged glances. You held Chaewon's hand in yours, a resolute glance exchanged as you both nodded. "I'm sorry, Xin. But we'll try. We have to try. And I have faith, our love will pull us through, right Chae?" You declared, Chaewon nodding. Xin stared at the two of you, before sighing.  "Ah humans, always so stubborn. Go. Live your lives." Xin said, waving a hand as a portal opened back to their Earth. "This will send you back to the moment the two of you left, with no memory of me or the multiverse."  "Thank you, Xin. I promise you that we'll try." You bowed, as the two of you walked out of the portal

As the two walked through the portal, Xin sighed, wishing themselves rid of this curse.

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism, of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. Creating alternate worlds, from the one you know. I am Xin, the Watcher. I have seen all that has ever happened, all that will ever happen. That's how I know what will transpire, what I tried to stop, knowing full well that it would fail. I know that they love each other, a love so great that it permeates throughout the multiverse. So I know that try as I might, they would reject my offer. And I know that regardless, they have belief that their love will see them through,  and they'll always try. And that. That might be the most heartbreaking of all.

[disneyanddisneyships]

Alistar taking care of prego Rosalyn

I'll do you one better. I'll give you their child's birth as well.

"Any name ideas yet?" Alruna asked alistar as the two swordfought.

"No not yet, we're not really sure what we want to name to symbolize yet," Alistar answered as he swung his sword.

"Shes eight months pregnant already! The baby could come any day and you don't even have any ideas?" Alruna asked, astonished.

"Its not like it's as easy as making a cake! This is hard stuff!" Alistar replied before being knocked down and bested by alruna.

"Wow. That's the first time I've ever beat you," Alruna muttered as she helped her friend up.

"My heads out of the game. I dont wanna die before my wife gives birth," Alistar joked as he and alruna made their way to remove their armor.

"I'm not your father. Id never purposefully hurt you," Alruna stated.

Alistar hesitated with his armor as he frowned.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to bring him up," Alruna apologized as she put a hand on alistars shoulder.

"Its not that.... I just... what if I'm just like him? What if I end up messing my kid up, like my father messed me up?" Alistar asked as he sat down in the grass to take off the armor on his legs.

"Hey. What? Just like your dad? Really? Please! Maybe in another universe. Alistar. You love Rosalyn, and you love this kid. Everything we have family night all your le doing is cuddling your wife, and listening to her stomach. Your father was an ass. And sure, you're an ass too, but not in the way you father was," Alruna stated.

Alistar chuckled at his friend's attempt at a peptalk.

"Thanks Al.... I'd better go help Rosa. She wanted to take a bath tonight and she can't do some things by herself," Alistar stated before getting up and walking back to the castle.

Alistar walked to he and his wife's room. She layed in there, humminh a tune as she sketched in bed.

"Oh! Mi amor! You're back. How was practice?" Rosalyn asked as she put her sketchbook down and made her way to stand up.

"Rosa, slow down honey," Alistar panicked as he rushed to Rosa's side to help her up.

"Just cause I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm made of glass, corazón," Rosalyn chuckled before hugging Alistar.

"Doesn't mean I dont wanna be careful. How's our girl?" Alistar asked as he placed a hand on Rosa's stomach.

"'Girl'? Amor, we don't know the gender yet," Rosalyn stated.

"Well maybe I just want a girl," Alistar replied before crouching down to talk to Rosa's tummy.

"Hey honey. Are you almost ready to come out and meet us? I can't wait to see how much you look like your mother!" Alistar whispered. Rosalyn giggled.

"Come on. I'm ready for a bath," Rosalyn stated before taking alistars hand and waddling to their bathroom.

A month passed, and Rosalyn was woken up from her sleep with unbearable pain in her stomach.

"Ah!" She gasped as she sat up.

Alistar stirred beside her.

"My rose? What's wrong?" Alistar asked as he sat up.

Rosa stood up and gasped again.

"Alistar.. my water broke," Rosalyn stated.

"Shit," alistar stated before hopping out of bed and helping Rosalyn up.

The two walked to the nursery where Rosalyn was supposed to give birth and recover. Alistar banged and knocked on the doors of their friends as they walked by.

"Alistar? What is it?" Ella asked as she came out of her room, Eli behind her.

"Call for the doctor!" Alistar shouted before walking into the nursery.

It seemed as if hours passed by. The group stayed outside if the nursery.

Meanwhile, Alistar and Rosalyn were fairly frantic.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Rosalyn yelled as she squeezed alistars hand. A bit of her accent showing through.

"I know. You've gotta push, baby," Alistar stated, keeping as calm as possible.

Rosalyn gave one more big push and crying was heard.

"Its a girl!" The doctor stated.

Rosalyn struggled for breath as they placed the baby onto her chest.

She teared up.

"Ay, look at her!" Rosalyn stated with a smile.

The nurses cut the cord.

"Hold her Alistar," Rosalyn stated before she winced a bit from getting sewn up.

"What? But-but I dont know if-"

Alistar was interrupted when the nurse put the baby in his hands.

He hadn't had time to put a shirt on. It was a good thing though. Skin to skin contact helps with a childs relationship with its parent.

Alistar looked down at his daughter. She had tan skin due to her mother, but her hair was blonde. More of her features would develop as she did, but for now, she looked just like Alistar.

"Shes... she's beautiful," Alistar whispered as tears rolled down his face.

He hasn't cried this much in years.

"What's her name?" The doctor asked as she helped Rosalyn sit up a bit.

"Her name?" Alistar asked.

"You can pick, mi amor," Rosalyn stated.

Alistar looked down at his daughter, a smile on his face.

"Her name is 'Hope'" he replied.

[dxppercxdxver]

lyric ask,,,every hhsa character /hj

okay bitch (affectionate) let's fucking go

juno: half awake, i wander through this house / lost in a labyrinth and left with no way out / i built this hall of mirrors all myself / the faces staring back at me look like somebody else - wander. wonder. by the arcadian wild OR so throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot / you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not / if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see / you can find out first hand what it's like to be me - the end! by my chemical romance

nat: oh but i'm quite small and i never have it all together / and i'm just a girl who doesn't have any diamonds or pearls / but don't give me your pity 'cause there's more to life than pretty things / so i'll just give you me - five foot three by flannel graph

eloise: well, i'm just a stranger, i'm only a walker / i guess i am human, but sometimes i feel / like i'm only a ghost, like i'm only a wall / and if you come around, honey / i'll probably just follow you home / 'cause it's all that i know how to do - steamboat by adrianne lenker

andrés: and you've come to know me stubborn as a butcher / and you've come to know me thankless as a guest / will you recognize my face / when god's awful grace / strips me of my jacket and my vest? - hymn #101 by joe pug

lawrence: there's rules to life i know / and if you follow them you'll go / up to the mountains and the clouds / and where the golden rivers flow / but I've always been so good at breaking all the rules / i wasn't made to be their robot / and i ain't nobody's fool / i am the goat that got away / but i know there will come a day / when i'll be punished for my mind / 'cause i led myself astray - what's a devil to do? by harley poe

margaret: i picked up the sword that you gave me today / took your blessing and then i made my way / hoped the first challenge would be easy / oh, great deku tree, would you please me? / all the heartless want my blood / all of the gods wanna spit me out as cud / if I don't make it out alive / at least i'll see my undead wife - the dying song by montaigne

draven: so kiss me now / this whiskey on my breath / feel the lives that i have taken / what little soul that i have left / and oh, my god / i'll take you to the grave / the only love i've ever known / the only soul i ever saved - chasing twisters by delta rae

pidge: and i have so many / questions / about life, the universe / and everything / i look up at the / stars at night / and i sometimes wonder / if the atheists were right / 'cause this world is getting worse / don't know if i wanna be here after the night - 42 by sage crosby

northernfield: hey, danny-boy, i was thinking of our crew / but thinking just makes me sad, and that’s why i write to you / how do you do? / there’s been years between us / didn’t we have big ideas when our school was done? / we’d leave our smaller minds and move out to oregon / but i was the only one / who went the road less taken - those days are gone, and my heart is breaking by barton carroll

ebony: out of the blue, everything's new / all the talk we heard was true / the legends we all heard once / the whispers from the storefronts / hope for the best / prepare for the worst / we wait like stock-piled landmines, ready to burst / wait all your life to see what you see / open up your eyes and be free - sicilian crest by the mountain goats

juniper: i dragged her down / i put her out / and back there i left her where no one could see / and lifeless, cold / into this well / i stared as this moment was held for me - drowning lessons by my chemical romance

claire: but counting down the days to go / it just ain't living / and i just hope you know / that if you say / good-bye today / i'd ask you to be true / 'cause the hardest part of this / is leaving you - cancer by my chemical romance

this genuinely emotionally wrecked me thank you for this ask do come again

[luffythinker]

Is there any way shape or form that i can get you into Kingdom hearts? it has a manga and novel but the best experience is playing the game. I know you've probably heard about how crazy and confusing it is but it really isn't so confusing. but you gotta do it in the correct order to understand everything.

You wanna play final mix cause it has the first 3 important games in it. first game: kingdom hearts the very first installment. where the journey begins, you are a little boy name Sora and you and your three friends want adventure and off the island you've lived on your whole life and Sora is like 13 years old he's a lil bab, Riku your bestie who may or may not be jelly of you cause he has a crush on you or something is like that super cool guy whos always so cool and better at everything and Kairi obvious love interest character but she has her things about her that are interesting in it's own shes not super super nice but shes just a scrappy young girl whos your friend. Something wild happens when you guys are building a raft which Riku offers if you race him you get to name it whatever you wanna name it (yes this is a real game mechanic but it's hard to win the race against Riku cause he's like a year older and taller and faster and stronger and- you get it) Riku also wants to wooden sword fight you later on and you guys fight for the right to give Kairi a fruit that binds your lifes together and whoever wins gets to be with Kairi forever or something, you guys don't end up making that raft cause night comes and you guys were goofing off. SOMETHING HAPPENS and you can't find Riku or Kairi in the night so you go and look for them and these creatures are attacking your island, RIku is talking nonsense about how he's not afraid of the darkness and gets taken away by a darkness portal you go in the cave you guys always play in and you see Kairi she like fades away.

This is not extremely detailed i was super into Kingdom hearts but my memory is shit but i do and don't remember the most important things.

ANyway Donald duck Goofy from mickey mouse, final fantasy characters and other disney characters show up and now your pulled into somebody elses mess trying to find out what the shit happen to Riku and Kairi.

Chain of memories is the next game, im not gonna spoil it for you if you do decide to read/play Kingdom hearts but hot guys in black cloaks show up in this weird castle, one guy is really pretty there is a girl whos a bitch but we love her for it and a guy with super long hair, a guy that can smell you by your darkness and a hulk of a man whos going to end your life. Also a little girl in white ALSO RIKU IS HERE but he's acting weird where is Kairi you ask? who is Kairi? i've never even heard of that person in my life before are you sure you didn't just dream Kairi up? i don't think Kairi is a name of anyone i know.

At the end of this game you are met with another character he's a boy and he's blond, whos this kid? he's important character watch kingdom hearts 358/2 days cause this was a ds game that they remastered you can also watch it on youtube if you want

anyway the next game is Kingdom hearts 2 where mystery adds on another mystery and only like 3 questions get answered while it raises 7 more questions

Kingdom hearts birth by sleep, opening is a absolute head banger. Anyway there are these 3 teens Aqua, Terra and whoa this guy looks like that other guy, i wonder why??? is this the guy or is he another guy?? anyway 3 stories play either character but to get to the final story you have to finish all 3 YOU NEED TO PLAY/WATCH THIS

At the end of Kingdom heart 2 Sora and does find RIku and they are going to take a test to see if they can be masters of the weapon they have this game is Kingdom hearts Dream drop distance which also sets up a lot of stuff for Kingdom hearts 3 a also NEED TO WATCH/PLAY The world ends with you characters show up in this game

Now you think your ready for Kingdom hearts 3 don't you? well yes and no, see there was this game on the phone where you could make your own character and it took place a long time ago there is important stuff for Kindom hearts 3 in this game you can't really play it anymore cause the online service ended but you can watch it on youtube it's called Kingdom hearts union X

still not ready, there is a short movie thing it's Kingdom hearts back cover, it sets up stuff for Kingdom hearts union X

NOW can we play Kingdom hearts 3 after playing all these games? YES yes we can i never finished Kingdom hearts 3 but i know what happens in it cause i watched the spoiler when it came out

Kairi has DLC so we know how she got to the island in the very first game it's a musical game where you tap to the beat of the songs

They are making kingdom hearts 4 and we have some things we need to do before that there is Kingdom hearts dark road a ipad game i believe is still being updated, and Kingdom Hearts Missing Link a game they are still making

i left out one it isn't super important but there is Kingdom heart kingdom hearts recoded it's just about Data Sora and Data RIku it goes between kingdom hearts 1 and chain of memories i think?

Please consider playing the games, reading the novels or watching a playthrough i love this series it's so crazy we got powerful old people and gay guys basically divorced couple silly guys Disney characters and places Lion king, beauty and the beast, tangled,pirates of the caribbean, sleeping beauty, snow white you name it with weird anime hair characters, we got kids in war, blue icecream that is super important, darkness and light getting mentioned 24/7 final fantasy characters left and right anything you can think of we got it

sorry anon i really don't think games are for me, but I shall indulge you in this!! let's see what this is about

[I actually have never heard about it before, like I knew the name but nothing else]

guys wait i'm a little shocked, I didn't know games had this much depth in the stories (I'm obviously not familiar with it but!!!), like I thought it would be missions and quests only, I didn't know there were this much storytelling into it

WHY ARE THERE DISNEY CHARACTERSKJFDKJKJFDK

this might be a bit embarrassing to admit but since the other anon also mentioned this and you did it too, I had to google wtf a ds game was fkjdfjfjk and now I know that I knew about it but never really knew they were named ds ~anyway~

how many Kingdom Hearts games are there, like how did we get on 3 of these??? Are they like novels with a bunch of books?? and a bunch of spin-offs??

you did so well explaining everything to me i feel so bad i wish i could start right now, i will consider reading the novels/manga you mentioned though!!

i'm sure this will push somebody into playing the game!!

[foreignerabroad1994]

A Talking Sword: Short Story Writing Prompt

My response to the following writing prompt by u/poiyurt on the WritingPrompts subreddit:

[WP] You've gained a enchanted magic sword that can talk to you! That'd be amazing - but this sword has no combat experience and the mentality of an edgy teenager.

Miya stared down at the absolutely enormous sword gleaming on the dusty wooden countertop in her garage. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten it, exactly, because she didn't exactly set out to get a sword on her way back from dropping her son at his dad's house after another temper tantrum. It was just there when she got out of the car, paper bags full of boxed wine, bread and salty butter tucked under her arms and her hair a frizzy mess from the perpetually open window of her shitty car. Honestly, she was looking forward for solitary quality time with cheap alcohol, white flour, a new Love Island episode and potentially, a sneaky little hangout with her vibrator.

She made sure the bottles weren't going to tip over at her feet before she made her way a bit closer to the metal monstrosity. Was it Ian's? But her son was more into girls, overpriced sneakers and leaving a mess than roleplaying games. He hadn't wanted a sword of any kind since he was five.

She wondered if she should be more worried about the sudden appearance of a giant sword in her little suburban home, but she wasn't. She'd worn out her capacity to capably emote about two fights ago.

"What in the fucking hell are you doing here?" she mumbled, carefully running a suspicious finger over the smooth, cold metal. She had to admit, it was beautiful, as far as uselessly massive weapons went. Perfectly smooth and shiny, with no visible fingerprints or specks of dust, it was nearly as long as her whole body.

"And why the fuck are you touching me without my fucking permission?" a tinny, whiny voice replied, and she practically jumped ten feet in the air, looking around in a panic. Maybe Ian was right and she was, indeed, crazy.

"Over here, grandma," the grating voice almost seemed to roll its eyes, cracking ever so slightly. "The metal thing in your house, yes. Hi."

She blinked. Had she been drinking? Had she hit such rock bottom that she fell asleep, only to imagine the voice of an obnoxious teenager coming out of a piece of metal? "Hi?"

"Well I can't exactly wave at you, can't I? Waving is your job. Last time I heard, people, with arms, carry swords."

She huffed. "I don't know if this is real or not, but if it is, someone has a sick sense of humor to send me Ian's inanimate doppelgänger."

"I don't know any Ians."

She put her hands exasperatedly on her hips. "Well unlike you, talking scrap, he's a real boy. Smells, hormones and all."

"Ouch, really hurt my feelings there with that killer line, lasy. I'm so offended. My non existent heart in my non existent chest is broken."

"You know, when I made that little bastard and shot it out of my body while his dad was stationed in the Middle East, I had a lot of dreams. I thought, maybe he'd be a nice boy, and we'd have nice talks in a nice house-"

"Where is this going?"

"And here I am. Ian hates breathing air in the same room as me, his dad is now openly fucking his colleague who was definitely just his good friend back in the desert, and I'm talking to a sword, potentially hallucinating, about to drink myself asleep."

There was a long silence. She rubbed her face, feeling her shoulders sink. This sword could protect someone out there. Maybe it could be featured in a cool movie with shirtless men who grunt and touch each other homoerotically. Instead, there it was ready to be wielded by her, who hadn't lifted anything heavier than these grocery bags in years.

"Look, buddy, I don't know how you got here. I'm sure you're a nice young- sword... but I am tired, and my arms are noodles, so I couldn't wield you much further than the curb. I think you should leave the way you came, which is an insane thing to tell an object."

"If I knew how I got here, I sure as fuck would be using that information to get the hell back to where I came from, but I'm apparently stuck with you, so deal with it."

"Wait..." her brows furrowed. "You mean you don't know how you got here? Do you even know where you're from?"

She heard a squeaky huff. "Of course I-" the voice cut off. It was quiet again. "Actually, I don't... I don't know."

Something maternal in her heart cramped at that lost, tinny voice. She couldn't imagine appearing suddenly, completely immobile, in a foreign place with a foreign person, completely unable to do anything without their help.

"I'm sorry."

The sword took another minute to reply. "Maybe your sorry ass can figure out a way to get me the fuck out of this hellhole."

And there went that maternal ache straight out the proverbial window. "You're a mouthy little shit, you know that?"

The chuckle it gave made the metal blade vibrate ominously, like a giant guitar string. "Apparently. But you'd be mad too if you got stuck with an incompetent old woman as your wielder."

"I am not old."

"That's what offended you? Really?"

"Shut up." She slid down on the stool near the counter.

They sat there in relatively companionable silence, or at least she thought so - after all, this thing didn't exactly have expressions.

"Have you ever even been in a fight?"

"Of course I've-"

"I see that's a big fat no."

The sword vibrated again. It didn't add anything.

She looked down at the thing. She carefully slid her fingers around the hilt, feeling its impressive weight. She assumed that with some effort and two free hands, she could probably move it inside, at least. Maybe Ian would think it's cool. Maybe he'd take one look at her sitting around talking to a sword and never come back home again.

"You gonna fondle me forever, woman?"

She sighed and gave him a few seconds of silent, disappointed staring. Apparently, it worked on swords just as well as pimply boys, because before long, an unsure, defiant "what" made the sword vibrate in her hand.

"Want to go watch some TV?" she asked.

"I don't know what that is."

"It has moving pictures with sounds. They tell stories. It's in a little square."

"Hmm."

She took the time to make sure her car and garage doors were both locked. She was about to pick up the groceries when that tinny voice piped up.

"TV sounds nice, actually."

[claire-starsword]

OH GOD SHE LOOKS SO COOL I NEED TO HUNT FOR FULL ART LATER

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Sansa VI (Chapter 60)

My little pork chop! 😻

Cersei beckoned to her page for another cup of wine, a golden vintage from the Arbor, fruity and rich. The queen was drinking heavily, but the wine only seemed to make her more beautiful; her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a bright, feverish heat to them as she looked down over the hall. Eyes of wildfire, Sansa thought.

Hmmm. Starting a bit of a theme here. Where might this be going?

Seven save us all, you do. His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cersei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted. - Jaime II, AFFC

Try not to die of laughter from Cersei being painted as the fire to Tywin's ice.

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The guests laughed, but it was a joyless laughter, the sort of laughter that can turn into sobbing in half a heartbeat. Their bodies are here, but their thoughts are on the city walls, and their hearts as well.

Perhaps one day, in the midst of battle, Sansa might have her own heart on the wall.

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"Tears," she said scornfully to Sansa as the woman was led from the hall. "The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man's weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn't it?"

"Men must be very brave, though," said Sansa. "To ride out and face swords and axes, everyone trying to kill you . . ."

Couldn't help but notice Sansa isn't allowing her outlook to be influenced by the Hound.

"I . . . I should have come to you after," she said haltingly. "To thank you, for . . . for saving me . . . you were so brave."

"Brave?" His laugh was half a snarl. "A dog doesn't need courage to chase off rats. They had me thirty to one, and not a man of them dared face me." - Sansa IV, ACOK

Funnily enough, he was correct in this instance. He's not a brave man. A man can only be brave when he's afraid.

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"Jaime told me once that he only feels truly alive in battle and in bed."

Hardy har har, how could he know what that feels like Cersei?

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"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Cersei did not wait for a denial. "If I'm not betrayed by my own guards, I may be able to hold here for a time. Then I can go to the walls and offer to yield to Lord Stannis in person. That will spare us the worst. But if Maegor's Holdfast should fall before Stannis can come up, why then, most of my guests are in for a bit of rape, I'd say. And you should never rule out mutilation, torture, and murder at times like these."

Sansa was horrified. "These are women, unarmed, and gently born."

"Their birth protects them," Cersei admitted, "though not as much as you'd think. Each one's worth a good ransom, but after the madness of battle, soldiers often seem to want flesh more than coin. Even so, a golden shield is better than none. Out in the streets, the women won't be treated near as tenderly.

Never forget the Hound attempted to rape a 12-year-old girl, still on her first period, who is betrothed to the King.

Shades of brother.

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"You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords."

Do we all have an unhinged aunt that drinks a little too much at family get-togethers, and behaves exactly like this? Because I do.

Love them both.

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Ser Osmund and his brothers had become great favorites about the castle; they were always ready with a smile and a jest, and got on with grooms and huntsmen as well as they did with knights and squires. With the serving wenches they got on best of all, it was gossiped. Of late Ser Osmund had taken Sandor Clegane's place by Joffrey's side, and Sansa had heard the women at the washing well saying he was as strong as the Hound, only younger and faster. If that was so, she wondered why she had never once heard of these Kettleblacks before Ser Osmund was named to the Kingsguard.

Maybe in two books you'll find out.

We have to pay attention to every single line in TWOW.

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"Another lesson you should learn, if you hope to sit beside my son. Be gentle on a night like this and you'll have treasons popping up all about you like mushrooms after a hard rain. The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy."

"I will remember, Your Grace," said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me.

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The queen's face was hard and angry. "Would that I could take a sword to their necks myself."

Jaime Lannister backed away from the spill as far as his chains would allow. "I may indeed have shit for honor, I won't deny it, but I have never yet hired anyone to do my killing. - Catelyn VII, ACOK

Look, they're just as honourable as Ned!

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Her voice was starting to slur.

How amazing is this scene? I'm tired of the fandom not realizing Sansa has the funniest chapters.

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"When we were little, Jaime and I were so much alike that even our lord father could not tell us apart. Sometimes as a lark we would dress in each other's clothes and spend a whole day each as the other. Yet even so, when Jaime was given his first sword, there was none for me. 'What do I get?' I remember asking. We were so much alike, I could never understand why they treated us so differently.

Great question, Arya.

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Jaime learned to fight with sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, while I was to be sold to some stranger like a horse, to be ridden whenever my new owner liked, beaten whenever he liked, and cast aside in time for a younger filly. Jaime's lot was to be glory and power, while mine was birth and moonblood."

Well, I'm not sure what to do here. I don't think it's a coincidence moonblood and birth are being linked, and dragged into focus again, especially at the end of a speech like that.

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For those who remained, a singer was brought forth to fill the hall with the sweet music of the high harp. He sang of Jonquil and Florian, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and his love for his brother's queen, of Nymeria's ten thousand ships.

Not songs about Nymeria and her ten thousand ships! Bwah!

I'm starting to think these songs might be relevant!

That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me.

x

My grandfather named me for Prince Aemon the Dragonknight

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"I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out

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"Oh, spare me your hollow courtesies. Matters must have reached a desperate strait out there if they need a dwarf to lead them, so you might as well take off your mask. I know all about your little treasons in the godswood."

"The godswood?" Don't look at Ser Dontos, don't, don't, Sansa told herself. She doesn't know, no one knows, Dontos promised me, my Florian would never fail me. "I've done no treasons. I only visit the godswood to pray."

"For Stannis. Or your brother, it's all the same. Why else seek your father's gods? You're praying for our defeat. What would you call that, if not treason?"

The woman who uses prayer to disguise her scheming can't see that's what Sansa is doing as well. Hahaha.

His sister had oft called upon the High Septon of late, to seek the blessings of the gods in their coming struggle with Lord Stannis . . . or so she would have him believe. In truth, after a brief call at the Great Sept of Baelor, Cersei would don a plain brown traveler's cloak and steal off to meet a certain hedge knight with the unlikely name of Ser Osmund Kettleblack, and his equally unsavory brothers Osney and Osfryd. Lancel had told him all about them. - Tyrion IX, ACOK

I need to start tracking which characters get accused of treason the most in this series.

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The queen took a flagon of sweet plum wine from a passing serving girl and filled Sansa's cup. "Drink," she commanded coldly. "Perhaps it will give you the courage to deal with truth for a change."

Sansa lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. The wine was cloyingly sweet, but very strong.

"You can do better than that," Cersei said. "Drain the cup, Sansa. Your queen commands you."

It almost gagged her, but Sansa emptied the cup, gulping down the thick sweet wine until her head was swimming.

"More?" Cersei asked.

"No. Please."

I wish I knew somebody who could tell us the meaning behind Cersei giving Sansa plum wine. 👀😋

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Ser Ilyn opened his mouth and emitted a choking rattle. His pox-scarred face had no expression.

"He's here for us, he says," the queen said. "Stannis may take the city and he may take the throne, but I will not suffer him to judge me. I do not mean for him to have us alive."

"Us?"

"You heard me. So perhaps you had best pray again, Sansa, and for a different outcome. The Starks will have no joy from the fall of House Lannister, I promise you." She reached out and touched Sansa's hair, brushing it lightly away from her neck.

Imagine it's all coming to an end, and Cersei asks Jaime to kill her.

✨ valonqar ✨

Final thoughts:

Catelyn and Sansa having to listen to a messy Lannister twin babble on while they're hammered is one of my favourite mother / daughter parallels.

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There it was. The worrying sound of another fight between the wind Hashira and, as he described her, the love of his life. The fight was over something so entirely simple, that others wondered why it happened?

To think, that such a kind, caring and gentle person could ever fall for the brash, always angry and violent Sanemi. It was always a mystery. It was always a question Y/n was asked. And she couldn't blame the one's who asked.

" WHY THE FUCK DID HE HUG YOU!?" Sanemi's voice was loud, filled to the brim with absolute anger and hidden jealousy as he glared at the H/C haired female who'd still be calm.

" I told you Sanemi the hug I gave Kyo was just that of a friend. We've know eachother since we were kids." Ah yes. The cause of this fight. A simple hug that she gave to her childhood friend is appearantly enough to make the wind Hashira angered.

" I saw everything! That wasn't just a normal hug! You have feelings for him don't you!?" He roughly grabbed Y/n's hand and held it up, gripping it tightly as he stared at her dead in the eyes. Y/n fliched at the sudden pain at her wrist and shook her head.

" No! You know I only love you Sanemi!" Her voice was starting to raise as the pain on her write increased with each word that left her mouth. Sanemi growled in annoyance.

" WELL THAT HUG SAID OTHERWISE! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE LIKE KANAE AND JUST STAY BY MY WIDE WITHOUT QUESTION!"

It seemed as though Y/n's world had snapped in two as soon as she heard the words leave his mouth. She quickly snatched her hand away and took step away from the male she vowed to love with her everything. " Why did you have to bring up Kanae? How many times do I have to say I'm not her!? Why do you keep comparing me to her!?" Her shoulders shook as she glared up at him. " I'm not Kanae! All this time when I thought you loved me for me you only saw me because I act like her isn't it!? All those times you've said you love me were just filthy lies weren't they?! I'm just another Kanae for you!"

Sanemi slightly shrunk back, not expecting that outburst, however out of anger he immediately replied back. " Yeah your right. I shouldn't compare you to someone like Kanae. Besides! Unlike Kanae I didn't hate her from the moment we met!"

There it was. The stinging sound of a slap filled the air. Sanemi's eyes widened as he turned to fight back only to stop when noticing the tears falling from her eyes. Her eyes were glued to the ground as he hand stayed in the same position from where her hand made contact with his face. He couldn't see her face expression, but he knew for a fact he went to far. Thinking that he can fix this like he usually does, he quickly ran to comfort the male only to have his body pushed away. " Don't touch me..." Her voice sounded so pitiful and shaky, it stabbed his heart after noticing that he was the one who caused this. He tried to reach out towards her again, only for his body to get in contact with the ground from outside. She glared through her tears. " Leave. Don't ever come back. Go back to Kanae." And she shut the door right in his face, locking it soon after.

Sanemi stayed still, his eyes staring straight at the door as he didn't know how to move. His breathing was uneven as he started to get us shakily. He used the door as a support as he tried to open it, only to sigh in absolute regret after realizing it was locked.

However what made him feel the most regret ever, was hearing her cries filled with pain being heavily muffled by the door. He rested his forehead against the door as he hit himself mentally.

'Why did I say that?'

That's his final thought as he walked away in absolute pain. Pain of the heart.

" What do you want." Sanemi jumped at the cold tone coming from Y/n. He tried to remain calm as he quickly held her arms, about to open his mouth to apologize only to have a katana pointed straight at his neck. " Don't bother. I don't wish to hear your pitiful lies ever again."

Sanemi gasped before quickly shaking his head. " Please! I'll change.... I'll change for you. Just please don't leave me..." His voice was barely above a whisper after the first sentence as his hands started to shake. Despite the sword directed right there with just a thrust it'll plunge into his throat killing him painfully, he only cared about her answer.

He was shocked when he was pushed aside from the female as she walked away. Sanemi smiled. 'She didn't refuse...so it must be that she's willing to give me a second chance!" Oh but that wasn't easy.

Oh no. Every single thing he did for her .Ade her want to cry at the find memories she has with him. However ber treatment to him never changed. She called him by his last name, requested that they don't interact much and many more.

She wanted to look like she hated him with every fiber of her her being...but if that's the case, why does she still feel the butterflies forming in her stomach when he cooks her her favorite meal? Why does she smile so fondly after seeing him asleep next to her bed on a chair? She didn't know that answer for those to questions at all. And she hated it. She hated herself for having such a terrible resolve. She hated that she couldn't hate him. She hated that she was still so hopelessly in love with the hashira who played with her hearts for years now.

But time passes by. The wind Hashira was holding onto name's arm as they get ready for battle. " I know that I haven't completely proven myself....but if we both live....please allow me to cherish every moment of time you have to spend with me. I just want you back..." He muttered the last part to himself watching the demon girl blink before sighing.

Why was her resolve so weak when it came to him? She just didn't understand. However she accepted. " You better come back alive then Sanemi."

Sanemi smiled happily, such a bright and loving smile as he got ready, ready to kick some demon king ass that it. Along with his subordinates. A piece of cake.

It was not a piece of cake. He stared into Name's dulling eyes as he felt a hand softly grab his cheeks rubbing it with her thumb. " I'm.... S-Sorry I-I.... couldn't k-ke-ep my promise." Sanemi felt his heart breaking. He felt so entirely sick.

" No no....Y/n please don't die! Don't leave me......" He held Y/n's body closely to his own as he felt her breathing start to shorten. She Chuckles bitterly.

" I'm sorry Sanemi... just know that with all my heart...I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being........ you're my e-ev-very-" before she could even finish her sentence, she coughed out blood. She tightly grilled Sanemi's clothes as the pain of being injured starting to take it's toll. As her eyes closed she could heard the constant begging and tear drops falling onto her face. Oh how heartbroken she felt, and watching him to be heartbroken as well, only caused her more pain.

" this is my fault..."

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Accidents Happen

Rodrigo Mendoza x Nurse!Reader

A little late, but this is a birthday present for Miss @pichyfan ✨ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL I LOVE YOU 💖✨

TW: smut, swords, weapons, talks of battle, injury, mentions of blood, mention of death

Word Count: 2.5k

"AH!" Rodrigo chokes back a yell, quickly walking off the pain of the sword that just met with his hip.

He had been teaching some of the villagers to sword fight and make weapons for the upcoming battle with the people that threatened to take away the community that the Jesuits worked so hard to set up. Despite Rodrigo being a devout student of Christianity and disciplined in the rules of the Jesuits, he found it was more important to revoke his Jesuit vows so that he could teach the village people to fight in battle. They all worked tirelessly in hopes of defending their home.

The sword injury in question came from a young boy Rodrigo was sword fighting so that he could demonstrate some important technique to the group. The boy knew he wasn't supposed to land any hits on his teacher, but he accidentally swung too hard and put a hefty gash in Rodrigo's flesh.

Upon seeing the way the cloth of Rodrigo's pants split and blood started to pool, everyone decided it was a good idea that their best warrior go get checked on by the village nurse. Luckily they had brought gauze and splints and other medical supplies with them for the village to use.

Rodrigo hobbles up to the little medicine shack leaning on one of the teenagers for support and surrounded by a huge group of kids. All the kids just love Rodrigo, so naturally they all flock to him since he's hurt.

One of the kids knocks on the door, and you hear Rodrigo's voice shyly call, "(Y/N)?"

You walk over, swinging the door open, shocked at what you see. Rodrigo has quite a bit of blood flowing down his leg at this point. "RODRIGO! What happened to you?!" You rush down the steps and get under Rodrigo's other arm, helping him up the steps and into your nurse's station.

"I, uh, hurt myself," he chuckles. He could never blame a little kid for this accident, it was already sad enough that he had to teach them to fight.

You help Rodrigo to sit on a cot, and he lounges back on his elbows, not wanting to bend his hip too harshly. As you turn around to find your little stool that you sit on, you see that the room has filled up with little kids wanting to make sure Rodrigo will be okay.

"Alright, alright, I don't need an audience while I do my job," you laugh at the kids, "I need a bucket of water from the river, could one of you run and get that for me?"

A little boy at the back of the room simply runs out the shack, grabbing a bucket on his way to the river. One little girl grabs Rodrigo's hand as you try to shoo them out.

"It'll be okay, my dear. The nurse is gonna fix me up," he kisses her knuckles, and turns to all the kids, "I'll be okay! Miss (Y/N) is very good at what she does. Go ahead, go play! We've got training to do when I get out of here."

And with that, all the kids shuffle out, a few of them trying to linger for as long as possible, especially the little girl who was holding the man's hand.

"I think you've got a little admirer," you point out while you turn your attention to Rodrigo's injury.

"Yeah, she's got a little crush on me, I think," he chuckles again before taking in a sharp breath.

"Does that hurt?" you ask.

"Yeah, it hurts a bit, but I didn't want the kids to see me making any faces," he explains.

"Hmm, well you must trust me then, letting me see you in pain." You just can't seem to get a good look at the cut, so you have to ask, "Rodrigo, can you take your pants off for me? I need to get better access so I can clean and dress this wound."

"I, uh..." Rodrigo suddenly becomes shy, which really isn't like him, "Are you, um, are you sure that would be... appropriate?"

"Rodrigo," you coo, "I've delivered babies before, and I've healed warriors just like you. You aren't the first and you certainly won't be the last patient I've seen undressed."

"Well... Alright," he sighs and slowly stands up.

"What? Is a big strong man like you scared to get naked in front of me?" You joke, turning around on your stool to give him some privacy.

"Only for what I might do to you..." he whispers to himself under his breath.

"What was that?" you pipe up.

"Nothing," his voice chimes in a cheery tone.

After some audible struggling and a bit of hissing when getting the fabric off his wound, Rodrigo settles back onto the cot.

You turn around and have to pause to take in the sight of him. His pants were discarded on the floor, ruined from cuts and blood. He opted to take off his tunic and use it to cover himself. So there he was, completely naked, lounging back on this cot, nothing but a thin piece of fabric laid over his groin. You had no idea he had muscles like he has: big shoulders and swollen biceps, toned chest and abs. It really shouldn't have surprised you; you heard the stories of him hauling a net full of heavy armor up the steep cliff...

You snap out of your thoughts and move back over to Rodrigo, inspecting his hip.

"For a nurse who's seen a lot of people naked, you certainly did hesitate upon seeing me," Rodrigo says, looking down at you with a half-smirk.

"I bet it's been a long time since you've made a cocky comment like that to a woman," you look up at him from where you were gently poking around at his hip. He gives you a confused look. "I heard about how you were before you came here," you return that same half-smirk.

A little knock at the door breaks your eye contact. You walk over and crack the door open, the little boy from earlier lifting a heavy bucket of water to you. You thank him and return to Rodrigo, "Okay, stand up again, please."

"What's that for?"

"Just to get the blood off of you. You act like you've never been hurt before," you say sitting next to him with the bucket and a wash rag.

He stands up, wincing did just a second at the pain, "Well... I haven't."

"You haven't, what? Been hurt before?"

He shakes his head no, as you bring the wet wash cloth up to his side, squeezing it to let water run over the cut. Rodrigo grits his teeth and tightens his grip on the shirt in his hand, because it stings a little, before saying, "A good warrior doesn't get injured."

"You must not be a very good warrior then, getting bested by a child," you look up at him and with a sweet smile.

"I'll ask him for a rematch," he gives you a warm look before hissing again at the sting of the water. After drenching the wound a few more times, he's ready to be all bandaged up.

You go over to a little cabinet to mix up some different herbs and natural ingredients that will help heal his wound. Quietly, you apply the salve, while Rodrigo watches you work intently.

"Okay, Rodrigo, I have to wrap this bandage and you. It has to go around your thigh and your waist so it'll press on your hip."

"Okay," he stiffens up a bit, not moving.

"Okay... So, I'm gonna need you to move your hand," you refer to the hand still clutching the shirt in front of his sex.

He lets out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling for a second before dropping his shirt on the cot but quickly replacing it with his hand, gently cupping his privates and desperately avoiding eye contact with you.

Despite him being difficult, you still try to wrap the fabric around him, starting with his waist. You have to work around his arm, but it's not too big of an issue. He scrunches his nose in pain as the bandage presses down on his split skin. You got around his waist several times, as low as you can go, even brushing through the man's pubic hair a few times.

When you get to his thigh, you have Rodrigo turn his back to you and lift his sex up and out of the way. You work quickly to finish this up, but you can't help but take a moment to admire his muscular back and, frankly, plump behind. You tuck the fabric into itself, tying off the bandage.

For your next move you decide to take a little risk, patting him twice on the ass, telling him, "Finished!"

"Did you just-" he quickly spins around towering over you.

"Just what?" You look up at him innocently. "Could you sit down for me, please?"

"I think I should be going, (Y/N)."

"Without any pants? Yours are practically unusable."

He looks at his pants all tattered on the floor, and back at you, before he resigns to sitting down in the cot and covering his lap with his shirt again. You sit on the stool in front of him, placing your knees between his.

"Can I look at it?" You say, pointing to him.

"Look at what? I think it would be inappropriate for me to expose myself again."

"Your bandage, Rodrigo. I didn't get to see how it looked from your front side," you reach out, moving the fabric off of his hip and taking his upper thigh into your hands, examining it. It looks like the bandage is placed correctly, but he's already got some blood peaking through the cloth in a few spots.

"You'll need a new bandage every day at least. Maybe twice a day until it's healed," you inform the man.

"Mhm," Rodrigo says curtly, looking away from you once again.

"So you'll have to come see me, okay?"

"Yeah," he says, trying to conceal his deepened breathing

"Rodrigo."

"Hm?"

"Look at me."

He turns his head and does as he's told. He has a bit of a desperate look in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" you ask.

Rodrigo simply shifts uncomfortably, and judging by the movements of the pile of fabric on his lap, you can tell what the problem is.

You gently place your hand on his lap, feeling his growing member through the shirt.

"(Y/N)." He grabs your hand roughly, "I can't. My vows."

"You revoked your vows, Rodrigo."

He lets out a breath, feeling your hand squeeze his length. His eyebrows furrow, "I shouldn't. I only revoked my vows to help protect the village."

"And you deserve to be rewarded for all you for our home."

Another squeeze; his hand tightens on yours.

"I would be going back on all the progress I made since I converted..."

"You revoked your vows, Rodrigo. Not just one, all of them. You're allowed to do this."

Another squeeze, and Rodrigo's hips buck into your hand. He's as hard as he can be and starting to soak through his shirt with precum.

"Just because I'm allowed to, doesn't mean I should."

"But you want to, and that's okay. You're a changed man, a better man, but still a man, and men make mistakes, and they sin. You won't go back to the person you used to be just because you allow yourself a bit of pleasure."

With that, Rodrigo's resolve breaks. He firmly grips your hand and ruts up into it, while his head rolls back and lets out a moan.

A moment later, he looks back down at you, and rips the shirt off his lap, then you both find yourselves with a hand pleasing the hard cock in-between you.

Your free hand guides Rodrigo's hand away from his length, intertwining your fingers. You continue to work on him while you look up at him, appreciating the overwhelmed look on his face for just a moment before you kick your stool out from under you, get on your knees, and start placing kisses on his sensitive tip.

"Oh God..." Rodrigo certainly felt like he was in heaven.

Your lips envelop his sex in warm, wet pleasure. The man's fingers lazily caress the back of your head, as he becomes a moaning mess.

You take as much of him as you can, his cock hitting the back of your throat and your hand handling the rest. He helps your head bob up and down for a while; unfortunately though, he can't take very much before he's pulling you off of him--it's been a while for him.

"What?" you giggle, "Not good?"

"No," is all you hear before his lips crash into yours. He pulls you up to him, pushing your pants down in a rush, then getting you in his lap.

Rodrigo is practically growling and digging his nails into you, becoming a bit animalistic as he seats his dick inside you. He'd nearly forgotten how amazing it feels having contact with a woman this way.

You make your own series of noises as well, taking his big length. You want to make him feel good, so you muster all your skill while riding him. Rodrigo stands up, grimacing with pain from his hip, but keeps fucking into you.

"Be careful!! Don't hurt yourself, my love," you please with him.

"I won't. But I am gonna finish this off like a man."

Seconds later, your back is hitting the cot as Rodrigo's hips slam into you agressively. You'd never seen him be so forceful; he'd been nothing but sweet and compassionate in his time in the village. But this is a man desperately in search of achieving the ultimate pleasure, a pleasure that he couldn't have any more.

He rips your tunic open, lips meeting with your breasts. Breasts. Rodrigo missed breasts. He worshipped them, praised them, until his carnal desire is satisfied as he orgasms, spilling his seed in you with a few rough pumps.

After lying his forehead on your chest for a moment, he looks up and meets you with the sweetest kiss you'd ever been given. The way he squeezes you in his arms and softly presses his lips to yours again and again makes you feel, well, loved.

You both lay on the little cot, cuddling and placing kisses all over each other's faces.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Hey," he mimics you.

"You don't... Do you think I'll get pregnant from this? I'm sorry- it's just, I'm a nurse, so I worry about these things," you ramble nervously.

"Well, I don't think it matters. We may not make it through the battle." There's a long, quiet pause between you as you realize you might be facing your mortality soon. "But if we do make it out alive, I'm gonna marry you... since I can take a wife now."

You look up at him, tears threatening to form in your eyes, as he nuzzles his nose against yours.

[joezworld]

Toby - Rap God

Guys I was making myself laugh when I wrote this - I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

Based entirely on one line from this.

2019

There are many engines on the Island of Sodor, and like many people, music is often part of their lives.

Some engines, like Percy and Duck, have no interest in the subject, having never been exposed to it in a real manner.

Others, like Gordon and Henry, have extremely well-defined music tastes. (Unfortunately for those around them, they do not like the same music, and arguments often ensue.)

James, being extremely vain, enjoys the songs written about him for the children's television show based on the writings of The Thin Clergyman.

And then there’s Toby...

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Toby is a small brown steam tram. He has spent almost all of his life on Sodor on Thomas' branch line, where he and his coach Henrietta trundle up and down the valley at the top of the line - providing a valuable commuter service from the branch line terminus to the stone mines at Anopha.

Toby likes music, as does Henrietta; they like it so much that in 1989 the workmen installed a radio in Henrietta so that the two could listen to music on it as they worked.

This was very thoughtful gift, but there was a small problem:

The hills outside of the quarry meant that many radio stations couldn't reach the small antenna on Henrietta's roof.

Fortunately, a few did, mostly overpowered stations on the Isle of Man. These stations were designed to reach boats far out at sea, and mainly played uninteresting things like the Shipping Forecast.

There was, however, one station that did come come through loud and clear no matter where you were...

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You're listening to ManxPirate - the Barely-Seaworthy voice of the Sudrian Sea. I’m your sea-going Deejay - or Sea-Jay - Musik Mike! Up next is our most popular block of the day - that’s right, the JAMS are LOUD and we're all gonna get DEF!

"Oh Henrietta! It's starting!"

"Just be ready on the choruses Toby"

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The sounds of music echoed off of the Els river valley as Toby and Henrietta trundled towards Elsbridge.

Aside from their Quarry duties, Toby and Henrietta also worked 'the school bus', a daily train that carried schoolchildren from the remote farmhouses between Elsbridge and Hackenbeck to the Saint Pedroc's school in Elsbridge.

Toby loved this route - many of the children had been taking 'the bus' since Grade 1, and he felt privileged to have seen them grow up into fine young adults.

-

As he pulled into the platform at Elsbridge station, he saw those young adults crowded around each other.

'"Peep Peep! Let's go, everyone!" he called to the teens.

"Just a minute Tobes!" Called back Sera, one of the teenagers, before she turned back to her friends, who were filming her with their 'smart-phones'.

"Whatever could they be doing?" He asked Henrietta as Sera and her friend Phoebe bounced up and down in unison while waving their arms around.

"Undoubtedly something for the internet," the coach mused. "But I have no idea what - trends change so fast now".

"Internet?" Toby was puzzled. "Don't they need a computer for that?"

"Toby. Smartphones have been around for over ten years. How do you not know about this?"

"I'm sorry that I'm not as technologically advanced as you - but at least I know what steam is!"

"Oh my goodness, it's also a video game company now. You've heard those jokes before!"

Toby and Henrietta likely would have gone on like that until the guard blew his whistle, but Phoebe broke away from the group of teens, her phone in her hand.

"Toby?" She asked, clearly trying not laugh. "Do you know what Vossi Bop is?"

Toby was taken aback. "Of course I do. Vossi Bop isn't my favourite, but that's just because I don't like Stormzy that much - I'm not one for Grime."

Phoebe blinked like she'd been poleaxed. "What?"

"It's a Stormzy song, isn't it?"

"Toby," Henrietta sighed. "She was asking because she thought you didn't know. Was this going to be some kind of thing where you show rap music to the elderly and laugh at them being shocked?" She asked Phoebe, who nodded slowly.

"Well, you're going to have to better than that young lady," The coach smirked. "We've been listening to ManxPirate since before you were born!"

"Really?" The blonde asked slowly.

"Oh yes!" Henrietta boasted. "Eazy-E was still alive when we first tuned in!"

"Oh, em, gee!" The girl said, before turning and shouting down the platform. "Guys! They do know!"

-

The excited teenagers crowded around Toby and Henrietta as they quizzed the tram on rap music. Any thought of leaving on time was totally forgotten about as Toby's extensive knowledge of gangsta rap was laid out for them.

"Mate, mate," said John, one of the boys. "You gotta do The Challenge if you know all this!"

"What challenge?" Toby asked.

The teens clamored over each other, before they all stopped to let someone speak intelligibly.

Rachel Kyndley eventually spoke up: "It's a thing that ManxPirate is doing on TikTok. You sing along to a rap song and whoever does it the best gets to record a charity single with Stormzy!"

The teens again spoke over each other, all claiming that Toby and Henrietta should sing for the challenge.

Toby had to blow his whistle to calm them down. "I suppose there's nothing to lose by it," He said after a moment. "But I should say that my flow isn’t that good."

"Mate, I am amazed that you know what that means,” Said John. “But you just need to sing along to somethin’ that’s already out there.” 

“Oh.” Toby looked back at Henrietta. “Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Do you have any N.W.A we could sing along to?”

As he had the only ‘eye-phone pro’, Simon the student newspaper editor was volunteered as cameraperson, while Rachel set a small ‘blue tooth speaker’ on Toby’s bufferbeam so that he could hear the music.  

The remaining teenagers pulled out their phones as well - whatever happened next was going to be un-fucking-believable. 

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The music began with record scratching. The kids looked at each other in shock. There was no way that Rachel had picked this.

"Right about now NWA court is in full effect” Henrietta sang.

Rachel had. The teens could barely contain themselves. 

“Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.

Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube and Eazy motherfuckin' E”

Hearing Henrietta say ‘fuck’, was an astonishing experience for the unprepared teenagers.

“Order, order, order, Ice Cube take the motherfuckin' stand

Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth

And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?”

“You goddamn right” Toby responded. Rachel Kyndley barely could hold back a shout of astonishment. I hope there’s no book written about this! She thought.

“Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"

Then there was a record scratching sound. 

The teens knew what came next. They hoped that they were prepared to hear this song come out of Toby.

"Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground!" 

Toby and Henrietta not only sang this lyric, they sang it in harmony. 

The teenagers thought that they had been prepared. 

They were not prepared. 

Most of the next few verses were lost underneath the clamor of twelve teenagers losing their goddamn minds.

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A few days later

Toby was resting in his shed when a little car came tearing into the station parking lot. More girls than should have been possible to fit in it came tumbling out and made a beeline for his shed, Rachel Kyndley in the lead. 

“Toby! Toby! Toby! You won! You won!” She shouted as she skidded over the gravel. 

“Won what?”

“The Contest!” She shrieked. “Your video went viral and you won The Contest! Stormzy said on Instagram that he was excited to meet you!” 

She and her friends dissolved into happy squealing, preventing any further speech. 

“What’s Instagram?” Toby asked Henrietta. 

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The Next Week

Stephen Hatt was enjoying his tea and tolerating his toast and marmalade, when his son Richard burst into his office, waving his phone around like a sword. 

“Were you just not going to tell me that you let Stormzy visit the engines? Or was I just supposed to figure this out when Kieran and Micah tore my ear off for not letting them meet him?!”

“I have a phone, you know. And a receptionist.” Stephen said as he cleaned tea off of his desk. Fortunately, most of it had gone onto the marmalade covered toast, which he unceremoniously dumped into the trash. “And who have I let meet the engines?”

“Stormzy? The rapper? He headlined at Glastonbury last bloody month?”

“I don’t follow.”

“He’s a musician, and you let him record an album with Toby!”

“He recorded music? With Toby? Our Toby?”

“Yes! It was supposed to be a single, but now it’s an album! It hit number one! And it’s been out for three hours!”

“You’re saying this as if I have the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

“Just read the article!” Richard shoved the phone into his hand. The website for  BBC Sodor and Man was open. 

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STORMZY DROPS SURPRISE ALBUM WITH SURPRISE COSTARS

ELSBRIDGE - Music fans across the world were surprised this morning when Stormzy unexpectedly announced via Instagram the release of his newest album, Back in Their Day - featuring two of the realest OGs I’ve ever seen.

Residents of Sodor were especially surprised to discover who those “two real OGs” were: Toby and Henrietta, an engine and coach on the Ffarquhar Branch Line. 

This unexpected collaboration began several weeks ago when a viral video on TikTok featuring the pair attracted the attention of the rapper...

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Stephen skimmed the rest of the article, not quite believing what he was reading. “I didn’t authorize any of this.” He said at last. 

“Really?” Richard said, not quite believing him. “Because that’s what the staff on the Branch told me too.”

“I swear to you I didn’t do anything.”

“Then what, did the biggest star in the country just go to Ffarquhar and record an album with Toby? With nobody’s permission?”

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[TWO YEARS LATER]

--CHANNEL 4 INTERNAL TRANSCRIPT: THE LAST LEG 2021 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL--

ADAM HILLS - So we’ve had a lot of questions, about, the last album you dropped-

[AUDIENCE LAUGHTER]

AH - The one with the train engine -  I think his name is Toby?

STORMZY - And Henrietta. Can’t forget her. 

AH - Of course not.

S - What do you wanna know?

[MORE LAUGHTER]

AH - Well, I don’t have any questions - and when I say we, I don’t mean Alex or our viewers - 

[PROLONGED LAUGHTER]

AH - I mean Josh.

JOSH WIDDICOMBE - [TO ADAM] You’re an Arse. [To STORMZY] - Um, I just wanted to know how you did it really. Is it, is it true that you snuck in and did it all in one night?

S - Oh yeah! Absolutely. ‘Cause, I thought that it was gonna be a one and done, like just a single y’know? So I just went there and was gonna do it and go. But as we kept talkin’ I realized that, that, I just had to make more, and then it became the album and we shot a music video for ‘scrapp’ on the same night and then I did some sound work  and then it went up. 

AH - Just like that?

S - Just like that.

[prodtrouver]

➾ Who Paints The Sky?

People say that it's the Gods or the Deities who paint the sky with different hues of colors. A fairy who never trusted humans, a fairy who never showed himself to townspeople. A fairy who could paint the sky any way he wants faces love and fear.

Pairing: Fairy!Renjun x Blacksmith fem!reader

Other characters: Prince!Jisung, Potionmaker!Jaemin, Elf!Yeonjun

Warnings/genre: fluff, slight angst, mentions of traps and death,

You put the sword in its sheath after reaching it out to the prince. The tall prince smiled and carefully took the light sword.

"Woah... I'm beginning to think you add magic to your swords, y/n. They feel so light yet so... What's the word?" He laughed as he thought of the right word.

"Sturdy?"

"Yes! Sturdy!" His face lit up while you laughed.

"Prince Jisung, I still wonder why you have your swords replenished and made in this shop. You have a better blacksmith in the castle who makes all the armors and weapons." You said as you began to fix your hammers.

You placed them on top of the anvil before you brought out more rusted iron for the future swords you will forged.

"There's just something about this blacksmith that forges swords so magical, it last for a life time. I heard my real father got his swords forged here," Jisung explained as he unsheathed the sword.

The way he could see his own reflection, the way light will reflect if he brought it out in the sun, the way it could slide through anything effortlessly: it was amazing for him.

"You surely are talented, y/n but you look like you are headed somewhere. Should I accompany you?" Jisung asked but you only shook your head as you put on your cloak and your bag.

"No need, prince- I could handle myself. Anyway, I won't be far in the woods anyway,"

You exited the cave, your bag full or iron ore that could help you. You looked at the sky: the once cloudy sky is now clear. The sun shone upon you as you tried to find your way back to town.

You kept your eyes open for anything that could benefit your sword forging. Suddenly, you begin to hear breathing, not from behind you but more from above.

The feeling you have wasn't nerve-racking nor scared but curiousity. You did what one person will obviously do, look up. There you see a boy sitting on a tree branch, his eyes wide and his mouth agape at the realization.

You found him, you caught him when he was being so quiet. You found him when he was being as light as a feather. Both of your eyes met, only for him to get up and get away from you.

"Wait!" You screamed, your hand reached out at the direction where he went. You tried to remember what the boy looked like.

His dirty blonde mullet and bangs that almost covered his eyes. His brown cotton pants that went well with his brown leather boots and his loose white blouse.

There was one thing about him that you will never forget and that is his wings. His almost transparent gray wings sparkled under the sun.

"Curious about who the fairy is?" You turned around, a small smile crept to your lips at the person you wanted to see for a long time. The blonde boy walked closer to you, his bag over his shoulder.

"Here for some iron ore?" He asked as he patted your head. You nodded your head, "That's nice, still very passionate about forging swords."

He removed the bag over his shoulder and opened it.

"I was about to go to town to see you, however, I felt you presence here. I want to give this..." He reached out two bottles of magical dust to you.

"It's dusts of unbreaking and strength. I figured your swords could use more magic on your forging. After all, our families have worked together for a long time. This also makes your swords stronger," you took the bottles from him.

You observed the bottles, suddenly confused about how to add them in the swords.

"Jaem, you've always known my family used potions-,"

"The potions will be wasted and it's not pure magic because I mix it with other non-magic ingredients. The dusts are purer and stronger," Jaemin said and you observed the bottles again.

"Just sprinkle it in the fire and it won't burn. It will stay there until the fire is out," Jaemin explained further and closed his bag.

"I got them from a dear friend, be careful on your way back." He said before he disappeared in a blink of an eye. You carefully put the bottles in your other bag and head back to your town.

Unbeknownst to you, the fairy stayed on your trail. His eyes glued on you as you head back to town on your own.

"Renjun, what are you doing?" The elf on the tree asked the fairy. Renjun slightly flinched from his sudden presence.

"Yeonjun, will you please stop acting like her by popping out from nowhere?" Renjun slightly groaned, his eyes still glued on your figure.

"Are you going to pull a sweetheart and fall in love with a human?" Yeonjun pouted, the 2 fairies he loved is thriving for love.

"When did you begin calling her a sweetheart? Also, no- I will not fall in love with her," Renjun said as he jumped to another tree to keep his eyes on you.

He was suspicious to why Jaemin suddenly asked for magic dust. Now, he understood why but he didn't understand why Jaemin would give it to a human.

"Will you go to town and follow that lady?" Yeonjun hopped onto his head, watching you leave with Renjun still following you.

"No, I hate humans-,"

"But you're literally following a human girl-,"

"I hate humans, shut up and go home, Yeonjun."

Renjun stared at the sky as he waved his hand. Clouds covered the sky of dawn as he increased the cold breeze in town. He stood tall on the cliff, his astonishing sight of the view in front of him.

Suddenly, he halted his steps: he heard footsteps from behind. He turned around, only to stay frozen on his ground as he stared into you.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked, he furrowed his brows when he saw the sheathed sword on your shoulder. You reached out your hands, your shocked expression shown.

"I don't mean any harm- my name is y/n! I am a blacksmith from town!" You spat and felt the breeze blow on you. You looked at the direction of the wind as a few strands of your hair almost hit your eyes.

"But please, before I continue- will you please turn down your breeze or something because I get blind?" You shouted and he did what he was told.

You thanked him and fixed your hair. You were thankful you weren't wearing a skirt or else, you would've already beheaded the fairy.

"Why are you here?" Renjun spoke again, his heart feeling stuff as he stared at you longer.

You don't look very feminine, unlike other female humans he's seen before. You wore black cotton pants with brown leather boots. Your puffed sleeves but fitted on the wrist looked good on you.

Unlike the other day he saw you, your hair was down. You radiated a male's aura and he didn't mind that... In matter of fact, he found it quite attractive.

"I mean no harm to the environment, pretty boy. Besides, I've been in the woods before dawn, searching for Jaemin's home but got lost instead." You walked pass him, but his eyes were still glued on you.

You stopped walking and turned around to face him once more.

"Can you help me find Jaemin's house? I don't want to get lost any further," you said. Renjun hesitated but nodded his head eitherway. He walked on your side as he guided you.

"So pretty boy, you're a fairy... What do you do?" You asked and he pointed at the sky. You furrowed your brows, confused: the sky? The wind? The clouds?

"You have a mouth to talk-,"

"I control the weather and change the hues of the sky," he answered and you stopped walking. He turned around to face you, the shocked expression in your face was expected. After all, a lot of people expected it's the Gods or Deities who paints the sky.

"Then can you make it less cold here?" You asked and he raised his hand. You took a step back as he waved his hand to the right. Suddenly, the cold breeze disappeared and was replaced with a softer one.

"Let's go," he looked forward again. You looked at his back figure. The boy wasn't really that muscular nor tall but he is your average lean boy. His wings weren't there, so you figured he hid them.

Before you could even speak again, you both stood in front of a cabin made out of purpleheart wood.

"Here you are," Jaemin exits his cabin. A large smile on his face but gasped when he saw Renjun beside you. A smirk appear on Jaemin's lips: "since when did you start helping humans?"

"Shut it, Jaem..." Renjun said before he turned around and get ready to leave. Your eyes followed him, however, before your mind could comprehend, your mouth spoke.

"Hey, uhh- what's your name?" You asked him, he stopped his tracks.

"Renjun," Jaemin was shook. He never expected the fairy who hates humans to ever say his name. You smiled sweetly,

"Thank you for guiding me, Renjun!" You smiled which brought a smile on his lips. At the same time, the skies became clear. The sun has risen and shine upon the tall trees of the woods.

The soft breeze disappeared and was replaced with a warmer one. You brought warmth and sunlight to the woods. You made Renjun feel like that.

"Your welcome," Renjun said before he walked away.

Jaemin stood there and stared at the sky: never knew a human could make him feel like this.

You put the hammer aside and removed the new forged sword from your anvil. You put it in its sheathe after getting a request from Jisung. As if the timing was perfect, Jisung entered your blacksmith.

"I'll be going to the forest to see my older brother. Can you come with me? You can explain the details of the sword to him properly." He smiled and you nodded.

You went to your room to get changed. Your gray cotton pants, still paired with the same leather boots. You came back after tying your hair in a ponytail.

"You might as bring collect some resources there," he added. You grabbed your bag and the sword before you both headed out.

The trip was long but in the end, you were both greeted by a cabin. Little animals, fairies, and elves played around the cabin. You wowed at the sight,

"Prince Jisung is here!!" A couple of young fairies flew to Jisung. He laughed and you let out a chuckle. You walked to a tree and gave a nut to a squirrel.

"You adorable creature," you softly caresses its head before it sat on your head. You looked at the side and saw Renjun come out of the cabin.

His smile was replaced with a shocked one once he saw you.

"Mark!" Jisung ran up to his brother and you followed.

"Hey, Ji- oh, hello!" Mark smiled at you,

"Hello, prince."

"She's the one who forged your sword for the upcoming war." Jisung said and your eyes widened. War? There will be a war?

"War with who?" You and Renjun asked at the same time.

"War with the neighbor kingdom. They caused a ruckus and sent a spy. Apparently, it was their spy who tried to kill father," Jisung explained.

At the same moment, you begin to hear things. You turned to the side and saw a head sneak into the bushes. You immediately followed and surprised the three boys.

You ran after the person. She has a sword attached on her belt. She stopped and pulled out her sword.

"You weren't supposed to see me," she added.

"Why? Are you their spy or something?" You asked, you pulled your sword out and pointed it at her.

"Never speak about this place," you threatened but she only laughed. Her smile disappeared the second after and bolts towards you. You were ready to protect yourself, however, it wasn't you who got hurt.

Renjun stood in front of you, his shoulder cut by the sword. The girl gasped and jumped backwards.

"Renjun? Renjun!" You supported Renjun as he groaned and winced. You bit your lips and glared at the girl. Your other arm around Renjun but your free hand crept inside your bag.

You pulled out 3 small knives which were forged with the same material as Mark's. You placed them on the ground, two of your fingers pointed up.

Renjun used his remaining energy to look at you. Knives floating in mid-air as if you were controlling them. The girl begin to run away as she realized what will happen.

Immediately, you pointed your two fingers at her, and the knives rushed towards her. Renjun, with his left hand on his bleeding shoulder, was astonished.

"Renjun! Y/n!" Mark and Jisung rushed to you both. Jisung ran towards the girl, your small knives on her two legs, and shoulder.

"Help Renjun please!" You said and Mark helped him up. Renjun held your hand, "come with me please."

"Mark, take him to the cabin... I will follow," you kissed Renjun's cheek before running towards Jisung.

Questions ran through your head: why did Renjun protect you? Didn't Jaemin say he hates humans? He barely even knows you...

"Are you a spy or not?" You asked as you took the sword from her. You examined the sword, it was a normal sword.

"I'm not a spy-,"

"Lies- why were you eavesdropping then?" You asked as you put her sword in its sheathe and kept it close to you.

"She's with me," Jaemin appeared and used magic to levitate the girl in the air.

"Wha- put me down, Jaemin!" The girl shouted but Jaemin only shook his head. He glared at her which shut her up.

However, Jisung was confused. Who is this boy?

"I apologize, deeply... she isn't a spy but was brainwashed when she got captured a few months ago." Jaemin walked towards you and handed you a bag.

"This will heal Renjun, I apologize for this girl's behalf." He said before he begins to walk away.

As soon as you both returned to the cabin, Renjun wincing in pain. The water on his cut stung like crazy. He notices your presence and looked like he was about to cry.

"I'll take it from here, thank you," you said to Mark and his lover.

"Please, take care of him," Mark's lover said before she left the bedroom. You grabbed the towel from the side and carefully washed the remaining blood from his body.

"Why did you protect me?"

"How can you use magic?" He asked, a sigh left your lips.

"I learned magic-,"

"A human can't learn magic unless they have a magical creature's blood in them... Are you really human, y/n?" He asked and you cleaned the towel.

"I have an elf's blood in me. My father is half elf and I got some of his blood. Now, shut it, so I can clean your cut which I was the cause of." You And took the potions out of the bag.

"Jaemin gave me these potions. I assume they will hurt a bit but trust me, they will heal you in an instant." You spoke and poured some on your palm.

You then swiped it over his cut. He groaned and immediately, grabbed your wrist. You placed a hand on his other shoulder to hold him down.

"Ah- it hurts... It hurts, stop-," you didn't stop when you noticed a part already healed.

"Renjun, I swear to god- endure it a bit if you want this cut to heal." You said as you added more. He groaned and rest his head on your shoulder.

"It's too slow- just pour everything, please!" Renjun grabbed the bottle as if he's gonna pour it on his head.

"No! Pour it on your cut, not your head!" You told the bottle and immediately, poured it over his cut. He screamed in pain as he held onto you tightly.

"Whose fault is it to suddenly jumped in front of me, hm?" You asked as you watched his cut heal.

"Yours," he whispered. You let out a confused sound but he only laughed.

"How is this my fault, sir fairy?" You said and surprisingly, he pecked your lips.

"How can a person make me fall in love with them so quickly? I barely even know you yet I'm so afraid to lose you already," Renjun whispered.

You smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you for protecting me but do not ever do that again, EVER!" You said and he nodded. He hugged you before kissing your forehead.

You returned to the woods after the long war. Your arm tired from all the swords you have to forge. You assume Jaemin must be tired too from the potions he had to make for the 3 princes.

You sat on the leafy ground, your eyes on the sky. The sky was clear again, your heart beating fast as you thought of meeting Renjun again.

You haven't seen any of their kinds during the war. Fairies, elves, and other creatures went hiding.

"Hey," you look up at a tree and saw Renjun. You chuckled as he jumped down beside you. He leaned down to kiss your lips.

"How's your hand?" He sat across you and took your hand.

"Better now, thanks to Jaemin," you answered and he sighed in relief. A soft smile on his lips, glad his love returned after the worries of her disappearing from his life.

"I'm glad you're back," he said before he kissed you once more.

"I love you," he said after a long time. You chuckled and handed him a charm you made after the war. His eyes go wide but he noticed a gem in the center of the charm. He smiled once he realized it's a gem to tie two different beings together.

Mark's lover gave Mark this as well to tie the knot of their relationship.

"I love you as well, Injun."

[link-is-a-dork]

You know something, you've had a love of the Zelda series since you were a little girl, ever since Ocarina of Time came out, but I don't think I've ever asked you why you, specifically, love it so much. Like, what made this your lifelong obsession when it comes to gaming? I guess it just never occurred to me because when we were kids, it was just as much a part of my life as it was yours, so it's like one of those "it's all I've known" kind of things.

Rose you opened up a can of worms that even I wasn't ready for. You expected a few sentences? Nah you get an essay with more effort put into than anything I've ever done in school.

I don't even think I covered it all.

Your interests as a kid can heavily influence your interests as an adult. I grew up with Ocarina and Majora and just kept following the series.

I don't know I guess it is a "it's all I've known" thing for me as well but it's one of those VERY few game series I follow adamantly. Kingdom Hearts is another one I love for the characters and their personalities and connections, but that was part of my life into my mid teen years, not since I was 5 like LoZ (and Resident Evil).

I don't know. I just really enjoy playing them, the simple stories with a random gut punch of depth here and there, the characters, the familiar gameplay with a fun gimmick (let's stop pretending gimmicks are inherently bad).

Link may be a blank slate of a character but sometimes he shows his own personality, while subtle at times. Link is a hero you can't help but admire. He's diligent in some games, but a goofball in others. He's a loving brother and grandson, embarking on a personal journey to save his sister and he finds himself on a quest to save the world as well. Or he may be skilled yet gentle warrior with a soft spot for children and animals, a farm boy chosen by the gods, destined for greatness.

The Hero of Time, a young, lonely hero with many faces who can't save everyone no matter how hard he tries. Forgoing his own happiness, he carries the burden of the dead to bring happiness where he can and prevent the end of the world after already doing it once.

A lazy schoolboy with impeccable skill at swordplay and lofting flight, dealing with everything from school bullies to the embodiment of evil itself. His love for his best friend being his motivation.

A teenager who just wants to go home, shipwrecked on an island that only exists in the dreams of a god. His desire to leave supersedes the lives of people who weren't even real but the bonds he made with them were.

An amnesic who's either a trash gremlin who eats dirt and frogs, running through a thunderstorm buck naked, or a stoic knight, set on sealing the great evil away alongside the princess, as is his duty. His personality is truly your personal choice.

In several cases, Link's motivation is saving someone he loves, be it family or friends, but fate and circumstances have something more in mind for this young man with humble beginnings.

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Zelda herself is so different each game as well. She may be a dainty princess who seeks help, using what power she can to call to you in the dead of night. A young woman hidden in plain sight, guiding you through your journey even if it isn't obvious to some. A respected child pirate who's got a heart of gold, and captain of a loyal crew at her beck and call. Your best childhood friend who just wants to go to the fair and maybe see a magic rodent.

Your best friend and classmate who will ALWAYS be your Zelda even if she's a god.

A wise ruler who knows surrender will save her people if only for a time until someone on the outside can help, but she is also incredibly adept in battle in her own right, shooting Ganondorf while STANDING ON THE BACK OF A GALLOPING HORSE.

A young woman, pressured by her desperate father into unlocking a power she can't, anxious to help in any way she can. Starting off as an overwhelmed brat and growing closer to her appointed knight, finally unlocking her god given powers when it's seemingly too late. Zelda may not be in the spotlight most times, but she's important.

Your various companions, like them or hate them, are another thing that I like when they're there. Navi, the fairy assigned to guide the Kokiri who doesn't belong, is the only constant on Link's journey in Hyrule, wordlessly parting ways when her job is done. A powerful old man cursed by his own apprentice, Ezlo learns humility throughout your journey and leaves you with a parting gift to remind you of your time together.

A deposed princess angry at the world, Midna is cursed into the form on a catty imp by the very man who stole her rightful place on the throne. When kindness is given to her on her deathbed, her motivation is less about her and more about the lives of her own and Hyrule's people.

An emotionless android by design, Fi is knowledgeable on everything in the world, in the sky and below. During your journey, her stoic disposition is broken only once, as she tells you her understanding of happiness before saying the two words you've heard countless times on your journey, and hides away into the newly forged Master Sword one final time.

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The antagonists have I less to say about but they're there. Disconnected from reality, Zant is a greedy, false king among a people who have been conditioned to have no selfish desires, only able to usurp the throne by using a power he didn't earn. Ghirahim is an eccentric leader of monsters, a dedicated tool to the evil demon king who started it all. He is a force to be reckoned with who relishes in the suffering of others.

Vaati is an arrogant mage who seeks a magical force to grow more powerful. Skull Kid felt abandoned and forgotten by his friends, so he made new ones and stole an evil relic with more power than he could handle. He had no idea what he was in for, in the end he was not wearing the mask, the mask was wearing him.

Ganondorf's motives for power and control are kind of the same in his every appearance but in Wind Waker at least his motive is understandable. Instead of power for the sake of it, he wanted to help his people, but it seems he approached it in the wrong way and went astray. His greed doomed his people and he was blind to the destruction he caused. My enjoyment of Ganondorf is surface level, not much depth for the most part.

I probably put more into this than necessary but my feelings and interpretations are why I love this series. I love the characters, companions, the settings. The game may primarily focus on swordplay but with all the fun tools at your disposal, you can play how you want.