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efyra · 3 years

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Bubble Bath • Fred Weasley

pairing: dad!fred weasley x mom!reader

summary: after an exhausting day at work, fred comes back home to his wonderful family.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: fluff (?); mentions of sex.

author’s note: i had a dream about having kids with fred and this idea came into my mind - so i just had to write it?

like always, i’m sorry for any grammar mistake 🥺

reblogs are always welcome

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The first time Fred Weasley thought "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life" - which he could remember - was in a summer of 1985 when Bill and Charlie taught him and George how to play Exploding Snap. The second was when he started his studies at Hogwarts in September 1989. The third was the following year when he and George were accepted into the Gryffindor’s Quidditch team as beaters. The fourth time was on a winter's afternoon in 1993 when he had his first kiss. The fifth was when the dream of opening a joke shop with his twin had become even closer to reality after Harry gave them the Triwizard Tournament prize. The sixth was in a 1995 night when he lost his virginity. The seventh time was the day Weasley's Wizard Wheezes opened at Diagon Alley in 1996. The eighth was in May 1998 with the defeat of Lord Voldemort. The ninth was when he met you on a spring morning in 2001. The tenth time was when you agreed to go on a date with him a few days later. And since then, Fred Weasley had lost the count.

But he remembered the most special days.

The day you kissed. The first night you spent together. The lunch his mother prepared at the Burrow so that you could be introduced to the Weasley family. When you finally said "I love you" to each other. That afternoon you agreed to have a picnic, but you didn't check if it would rain and came home soaked. The next morning that Fred woke up sick and you made him some soup. The time you two couldn't sleep then you stayed up all night talking while drinking hot chocolate. When Fred asked you to marry him on the first day of a new year. That summer day in 2004 when you and Fred said "I do" and made a vow to love each other for all eternity. The dinner where you revealed that you were pregnant with your first child together. The day Maeve Weasley was born and your world had changed completely. And since then, Fred Weasley went to sleep every day thinking, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life."

He was enchanted with every little moment.

Fred was thrilled the moment he hold Maeve for the first time and nested her in his arms; he pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead, feeling that newborn baby smell and watching her sleep peacefully, finally realizing that she was his baby - his baby to care for, to protect, to love; his daughter.

He remembered the first time Maeve opened a toothless smile, that she babbled something in the baby’s language, when she ate solid food when she was six-months-old and ended up with banana puree - made by mommy - all over her face, the way she clapped her hands when she heard Hermione singing muggle’s nursery rhymes, when she took her first steps two weeks after her one-year birthday. Fred was not ashamed to admit that he cried when Maeve first called him "Daddy", that he got emotional every time she lay on his chest and fell asleep there as if it was the most comfortable place in the world, of how he couldn't stop smiling silly while watching her dance "head, shoulders, knees and toes". Since Maeve was born, Fred Weasley thought he couldn't be happier.

But you got pregnant again; and in 2008, Alexander Weasley was born - better known as "lil’ Alex".

And Fred was, once again, in heaven.

Just like happened with Maeve, he was enchanted by his son from the moment he heard that little weeping for the first time; he couldn't help but be amazed to see that the e/c color of your irises were reflected in Alex's eyes, that his nose was very similar to his father's and that he had much more hair than his sister when she was born - and once again, he had fallen in love with that newborn baby smell.

Fred's heart melted completely when he saw the scene of you in bed holding Alex in your arms while Maeve was sitting next to you, her neck stretching so she could see her little brother more closely; he opened a broad smile with that vision, the vision of his family - his to care for, to protect, to love, his family.

That day, Fred sat next to you on the bed, taking Maeve on his lap and placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body; he remembered the way you looked at him with a tender smile decorating your face and said: "you and I make beautiful babies," but before he could answer, Maeve exclaimed: "but Alex looks like smashed potato!”. Fred used his free hand to tickle his daughter briefly, who let out an angelic laugh and squirmed in his arms, saying: "not the tickle monster, Daddy!", he laughed once again, kissing Maeve's fluffy cheek; his heart seemed to barely fit inside his chest of how much love he felt at that moment. Then, your head rested on his shoulder, Fred turned his head to give you a long kiss on the temple; you, in turn, lifted your face towards your husband, sealing your lips in a very short but passionate kiss - passion for the beautiful family you built together, for the life full of joys that awaited you and without forgetting, of course, the overwhelming passion you still felt for each other.

It wasn't always easy.

Despite the joys that fatherhood brought in your lives, conciliating raising your children with your jobs and the marital relationship was something that sometimes you failed at. Sometimes you fought for silly reasons, other times for more serious issues, but you never forgot that in the first place you loved each other.

The worst fight you and Fred had was when the two of you were facing difficulties at work, and without even noticing it, you started to take your frustrations out on each other; you both spent a whole day not talking - just talking about your children - but in the late afternoon, when you and the redhead were distracted with work matters while Maeve and Alex were playing in the middle of the living room, your daughter shouted cheerfully: "Mom, Dad, look! Alex likes when I dance!", the two of you immediately dropped the papers you were reading and watched the scene before your eyes: Maeve - with 3 years-old - was making extravagant ballet moves and Alex - who had just completed 8 months - was sitting on the fuzzy carpet, applauding his sister with a smile of few teeth decorating his face. At that moment, your eyes met with Fred's, and as if you were having a mental conversation, you two agreed: "No work in this world was more important than this: Maeve dancing ballet while Alex applauded". When the children slept, you had a long talk and made up in the best possible way: in bed.

And you were fine. Better than just fine; you and Fred were happy with the life you built together. And even if some days weren't so good, the redhead would still sleep thinking that he had lived the happiest day of his life because it was one more day by your side while raising your children together, because it was one more day with his family.

Today, Fred felt exhausted; he and George stayed until later at the shop because they needed to make an inventory of their products, and even though they had several employees so they didn't need to overload themselves with work, that task was something they didn't trust anyone else to do but each other.

As soon as he arrived at his home through Floo Network, Fred was surprised that there was nobody in the living room and that no three-years-old girl jumped on his arms saying: "Daddy, Daddy, you're home!", but he heard laughter coming from the upper floor. He took off his shoes and socks, leaving them in the corner, and went upstairs; Fred followed that familiar sound and stopped in front of the bathroom suite you two shared, which was with the door ajar.

For a moment, he allowed himself to watch the scene: inside of a huge white ceramic bathtub, were his wonderful children and sitting on a stool right next to it while holding Alex - who had already completed one year old - with both hands, you were wearing only a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, your hair was in a tight bun on the top of your head; you were laughing while looking at Maeve, who was pretending to be a fish and imitating Dory's line in "Finding Nemo" when was speaking whale - you two really thanked Hermione for all the childish entertainment she introduced to you over the years -; the little girl was talking to Alex - who was supposed to be the whale.

"Ah, so you’re there" Fred said with a broad smile on his face; Maeve exclaimed an excited "daddy", splashing drops of water on all directions when she jumped. "I thought I was abandoned" he joked, walking towards the bathtub, and squatting close to where you were. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, love" you answered, smiling sweetly and leaning slightly towards your husband so you can greet him with a peck on the lips.

Fred also greeted his children, saying tenderly: "Hi, little princess. Hi, little prince"; you two chatted distractedly while watching your children play in the bathtub - Maeve still pretended to be a fish and Alex played with a rubber duck.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Normal" you shrugged. "Nothing new, which is a relief."

"That's good. And how are our little angels?"

"They've had dinner, played a lot and now they're taking a bath to go to bed. Did you have dinner?"

"Yes, I ate something at the shop with George." Fred placed a hand on your knee, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry for staying..."

"Don't apologize" you interrupted him. Your husband had never helped you to take care of the children; he had never helped you because that was his job too - he wasn’t “helping” you; he was taking care of his kids. Fred never expected compliments or medals for putting his children on bed, for giving them food, for waking up in the middle of the night when they were crying or for changing diapers; he knew that those were his responsibilities as much as they were yours. "I know" you sent him a reassuring smile. Days like this when you and Fred didn't do those things together were very rare - after all, you were partners for life.

"Thank you" your husband smiled.

"And what about your day? Could you finish the inventory?" you asked.

He let out a tired sigh, watching Alex chewing on the rubber duck. "Well... yes, but not everything. I still need..."

"Daddy!" Maeve demanded his attention, interrupting him. "Look what I can do!" she said before immersing her head in the water for a short second before pulling it up again, her hair sticking to her cheeks as she wiped the water off her face. "See?" she opened her eyes and looked at her father, waiting for his answer.

The redhead didn't take long to react, quickly applauding enthusiastically. "Wow, princess! You truly are a little fish! Did you see her, Mommy?" he looked at you.

"I did, Daddy!" you smiled. "Our little Maeve already is a big girl!"

Fred got rid of his jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and sat on the bathroom floor, standing next to the bathtub as he listened intently to his daughter tell him about her fun day with Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur; Maeve said that Uncle Harry and Ginny showed up for a visit, so she played with her cousins all afternoon - she was asleep when you arrived at the Burrow right after work, but Alex was very agitated.

You both took the opportunity that the little girl was very distracted and started to give your children a bath; you were soaping Alex's body while Fred washed Maeve's hair. He took the handheld shower and used it to rinse the shampoo, being careful to not let the foam fall in her eyes or ear. So, you two changed; now, you washed Maeve's body while Fred poured the baby shampoo on Alex's hair. Your husband stayed on his knees, leaning over the bathtub to hold his son firmly with one arm while using the other to give him a bath; the one-year-old was still very focused on chewing the rubber duck.

Fred laughed. "You really like this toy, don't you, big boy?" he said to his son, who looked at his direction with his big e/c eyes. "This lil' duck is tasty, isn't it?" he said in a higher pitch and musical tone. Alex pushed the rubber toy away from his mouth just to laugh at his father, bouncing in his arms. "Yeah, you like it," the redhead smiled. "Maybe you can tell Grandpa Arthur what is the function of these rubber ducks, huh?"

You were washing Maeve's armpits when you heard the sound of your son laughing; you looked at that direction and a broad smile appeared on your face as you watched Fred talking to Alex about his toy. Then, your daughter also laughed.

"Mommy!" she said between laughs. "You're tickling me!"

"I'm sorry, honey," you said with a smile, pulling the little girl close so you could give her a kiss on the cheek.

Minutes later, the children were properly dressed in their pajamas and Fred went to take a bath. And the scene he found when he returned to his room was even more adorable than the one in the bathroom: you were with your back against the headboard and, on each arm, you nested Maeve and Alex while singing them a lullaby as they were drinking hot milk from their bottle.

His daughter was the one who saw him leaning against the door, she demanded that he come to bed with you, and as soon as Fred did, Maeve left her position to lay her head on her father's chest - now you and Fred were lying on the edge of the bed and your children in the middle of you two.

"Daddy, can you tell us a story?" the little girl asked.

"I don't know, honey," he said. "Mommy was singing."

"But the song's over, isn't it, Mommy?" your daughter looked at you.

"Yes, dear" you nodded, opening a little smile.

"Will you, Daddy? Please?" Maeve made a pout. "Alex also wants you to tell us a story," she looked at her little brother, who was almost asleep on his mother's arms. "Yes, Daddy, tell us a story," she said in a soft tone - as if it was the little boy talking - "see? He wants it too!"

You both laughed at your daughter's little trick. "Well, Daddy, it seems they want you to tell us a story," you shrugged, still with a smile on your face.

"How can I deny a request from the three loves of my life, huh?" Fred smiled, squeezing Maeve in his arms and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

You listened carefully as your husband told the story of two fire-haired brothers who fought against a terrible one-eyed monster and managed to obtain a precious magical item: a map that led them to various adventures around the world. And when the two brothers discovered how to get to the Candy Land, you and Fred noticed that your children were already deeply asleep in your arms.

You both shared a look and a smile. A passionate look at the love that existed in your family. A proud smile for the life you had together.

"I love you" your husband whispered at you.

"I love you too" you whispered back.

And before Fred fell asleep, he thought, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life."

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imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs · 3 years

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Qrowin Week 2021: 6/21-Childhood Friends AU

Two little snowbirds sitting in a row

They met in the garden at one of her father’s lavish parties. She’d gone outside because little girls didn’t like being told to sit still and not talk nor do anything fun, so she decided she didn’t care if the dress daddy bought her got messy, she’d go outside and spend time in the hedge maze.

They’d gotten it installed, in the shape of the Schnee family crest no less, because the Marigolds had one in the shape of their family crest and daddy could be silly about when people had things he didn’t.

The white roses that grew from the foliage walls, fragrant and delicate, were always calming to her, especially on a cool and cloudless night like this when the moonlight was at its brightest.

For Winter, to get lost in its lush corridors and marble statuary, it’s hidden gardens and fountains would be enough to get the annoyance of her father’s party out of her mind.

Most of that went out of her head when she found a grungy boy in a cape stuffing his face with what looked like a rabbit.

He stared at her, like an animal in a vehicle’s headlights, bits of his meal hanging from his mouth.

He couldn’t be older than her, gaunt with gunsmoke-colored hair stuck up at odd angles and eyes like carbuncles.

The clothes he wore were grubby and layered and obviously used long before he’d begun wearing them, especially that tattered cape.

For a moment, neither spoke, merely staring at one another in the moonlight.

Finally, Winter broke the silence.

“That’s disgusting.”

The boy dropped the rabbit from his mouth.

“Sorry if I’m not fancy enough for you, Miss Uppity.”

Winter felt her cheeks heat with indignation.

“How dare you!”

The boy threw back his head and laughed, a sound that reminded Winter of a pair of birds she’d once heard fighting in the yard.

“Is that all it takes to get under that pale skin!” he laughed, a sound which soon died in his throat when his stomach made a loud groan.

Winter huffed as he reached for the dead rabbit.

“Wait here and don’t touch that,” she said, turning on her heel.

She returned with two plates piled high with hors d'oeuvres.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” she said, handing him one, “so I got you one of everything.”

The boy said nothing, just shoveling food into his mouth in a way that probably promoted choking.

“You’re welcome,” Winter said, sitting down and spearing a piece of salmon on a toothpick to eat.

The boy coughed, pounding his chest.

“You shouldn’t eat so fast,” Winter said, “you’ll get sick.”

“Well, some of us don’t know when our next meal is gonna be,” he said.

His words brought back to Winter the memory of her father sending her to bed with no supper when he found she’d invited a faunus over to play, with threats of no breakfast if she didn’t break it off with the girl tomorrow.

“You might be surprised,” Winter said.

The boy said something through a mouthful of hummace.

“What was that?” Winter asked.

The boy swallowed.

“I’m Qrow,” he said.

Winter smiled.

“I’m Winter.”

One named Winter

She saw him on days when it wasn’t raining or snowing after that. The family he lived with (his “Tribe” as he called them) were camped out in the woods behind their house, the ones nobody would let daddy cut down.

At night, he told her, they danced and played instruments and drank until the early hours of the morning.

Winter never really cared for people who drank (her mother’s growing dependence on liquor was a factor in this) but Qrow never really showed up smelling like wine, so she supposed associating with him was no trouble.

It was also refreshing that he never stood on ceremony.

He never rolled his eyes at her when she spoke of wanting to learn fencing or told her how things were supposed to be when she complained about how someone (usually daddy) was being unfair.

He also taught her new games that were much more fun than anything that the boys and girls daddy introduced her knew.

Kick the can, stickball, and he played hide and seek and tag with her. And he’d tell her all about the places he’d been. Mistral, Vacuo, Menagerie, his tribe had traveled all over Remnant.

And while he could be crass, she still remembered seeing the way he rescued a baby bird from a stray cat and returning it to its nest with the tenderest care.

Or how when she complained of how her father was so bossy and so dumb, that he listened. Didn’t judge, didn’t criticize, just listen.

And sometimes, it was enough to know that they’d meet once a week, at night, in the hedge maze.

One named Qrow

She wasn’t what he expected.

Sure, she told him annoying things like “don’t slouch, eat slower, no burping, don’t pull up the flowers—no! I don’t need them, put them back!”

But she never called him weak. She never said he should practice more like his sister did.

Winter gave him food, and listened to his stories and ideas, and never asked if he wanted to fight. Sometimes, they would even just sit together.

She even taught him how to read; starting with big letters scratched in the dirt with a stick, before lending him books that they could read together.

Mr. Bruin is a Shoe-in was the first he read all by himself. And he was so happy when she let him keep it afterwards.

And she never told him to stop being so dumb, like his sister did.

And sometimes, it was enough to know that they’d meet once a week, at night, in the hedge maze.

Fly away, Winter!

Their shouts bring the servants running. All they saw was Winter on her knees, face in her hands as she wept piteously.

If only they’d come a few minutes earlier, then they could have seen the argument in all it’s glory. Voices rough from the volume and occasionally cracking, tears streaming down their faces, they weren’t that little boy and girl anymore.

He’d grown lanky and lean, she taller and with longer hair.

But they didn’t care right then.

She’d told him she was joining the military.

He said his tribe would be moving and asked if she wanted to join them instead of some stupid army.

She said it was a noble profession.

He said only for assholes.

She defended her position.

He reiterated his opinion.

She shouted at him, asking why couldn’t he be happy for her.

He shouted at her what would be wrong with going with him.

She said something about duty.

He told her to shut up, that he didn’t want to hear duty again in his whole life.

She told him that if he was going to act like a filthy little boy, then he could go off and sulk like one.

He said he wished he’d never met her and hoped she enjoyed killing people.

Arguments like that, they learned, ended with no winners.

Fly away, Qrow!

That was the end of the time Qrow considered himself happy. Life seemed to plan for him a long drawn out death, bracketed with disappointments and tragedy’s.

Transformation

The death of friends.

The death of family.

The horrors of war.

Secrets and betrayal.

Abandonment.

And the drink

So, so much to drink.

It didn’t fix anything. It didn’t make him feel more human. But it kept the nightmares at bay. It kept him as a predictable disappointment rather than an out-of-the-blue-never-seen-that-kind-of-train-wreck-before disappointment.

But the worst part of the drink, thought, was that no matter how many shots he took, no matter how many chasers. Black liquor, brown liquor, red wine, white wine, it didn’t matter. Melancholy brought back visions of that girl from that time he had been happy.

Come back, Winter!

First impressions had never come easy to Qrow. So really, it should be no surprise that impression number 15 the horrible sequel nobody wanted or needed.

But really, denying common sense by chucking an empty whisky bottle at James Ironwood’s head was not only pointless, it was utterly puerile. He was drunk. He was upset that his latest search for intel on Salem had turned up next to nothing, he was itching for a fight and if that pompous wannabe hero wanted to take it up with him, that was fine.

Except he hadn’t expected the woman by his side to turn out to be someone familiar. Someone he hadn’t seen since he was a dumb, romantic, fifteen-year-old kid.

Someone whose reappearance upset his stomach enough that he emptied it onto the general’s uniform and shoes. With enough force to make his eyes water.

The woman in the Atlesian uniform said she would take care of him and asked another girl, another white haired girl, where their room was.

As they walked towards Beacon, he thought he heard her say “Qrow Branwen, what has the world done to you?”

Come back, Qrow!

Qrow awoke to a cold rag on his forehead.

“Lie still,” she said, “I think you got a hold of some rockgut.”

“More like rockgut got a hold of me.”

Qrow’s attempt at humor was met with a scowl.

“Gee, you got frosty.”

“And you became an alcoholic,” she said, wringing out the cloth into a nearby basin.

Qrow looked away from her and to the wall, as if a better retort than her’s existed there.

“It eases the pain,” he said.

“No it doesn’t,” Winter said. She threw the rag into the basin, causing the water to splash.

“Qrow, my mother is an alcoholic. It doesn’t fix anything! It just makes you want more of what’s essentially fermented grass!”

“You don’t think I know that!” Qrow snapped. Tears pricked at his eyes and his heart sank when he saw the hurt in her eyes from his tone, something he hadn’t seen there since their last meeting.

“There are nights when no matter how much I drink, I still can’t forget the loss of all the people around me and how--”

He paused and swallowed.

“How everyone is just one day going to leave me!”

Tears were starting to fall as all the regrets he’d kept at bay with drink and fighting and everythng else he could find came rushing back into him and coiling around his lungs.

“I’m bad luck, Winter,” he said, “I lost my sister, my tribe, I lost the people I care about, and every day, it’s missions, missions, and missions to find an enemy I don’t even know exists.”

His shoulders were shaking and he remembered his sister, back when they were little, telling him how ‘boys don’t cry.’

God, Winter must think he’s so pathetic.

Instead, she took him by the shoulders and gently brought him into her embrace.

“It’s alright,” she said, “just let it out. Get it all out.”

Not knowing what else to do, Qrow gripped the back of her uniform and sobbed into her shoulder, years’ worth of pain and loneliness deep inside him rising to the surface and finally escaping. And the pressure went with it.

At some point, they ended up lying together on the bed (wait, were they in a bunk bed?), still in each other’s arms.

“We all have regrets,” Winter said, “things we said. Things we wish we could take back.”

Her hand tightens on his shirt and his hand closes around it.

“But, if you really want to know, if I could do it over...”

Please say it, he wanted to think, but every time he had thoughts like that, life saw fit to swat him down again.

“I would go with you. Even if after the first day, I went back home, I think I would go with you.”

Qrow felt his heart swell and suddenly, he didn’t feel so sick anymore.

“And... if you wanted to start over... I would like that too.”

“I still have Mr. Bruin,” Qrow said.

He didn’t know why he said that. She never asked about the book, never said “Qrow, what kind of literature do you normally read?”

Whatever the reason, Winter looked up at him, shocked.

“Still? I thought you would’ve thrown that away.”

Qrow looked down at her, eyes glassy.

“I tried a few times. But I just couldn’t get rid of something that reminded me of you. It’s missing the page where Mr. Bruin loses his boot, but I tried to keep it safe.”

Winter’s hand rises to his cheek and Qrow leans into it, the human contact easing the hole in his soul he’s tried to fill with booze.

“I’m sorry I didn’t turn out as someone you could be proud of.”

“The fact that you kept that book tells me everything I need to know.”

Later that night, Winter’s sister and Qrow’s niece would get the shock of their lives when they enetered their room and saw the two of them sleeping on Weiss’s bed together.

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

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August Contest Submission #15: Jupiter’s Moon

Words: ca. 2,000 Setting: Takes place in one of Jupiter’s Moon Lemon: No CW: Hunting, implied character death, reincarnation

Anna’s POV

There was a very noticeable tint of magenta in the plants today, it might have rained methane last night as per usual. Around this time, she usually comes out. The woman of winter, she is said to attack warriors after rain.

But I have to go out to hunt. I have duty to my mother, Iduna, and my younger brother, Kristof.

They depend on me to bring back food. I looked up and saw Jupiter and prayed to him. May he give me strength for my hunt tonight.

I scoured the forest for signs of life. There was a faint smell of meat and I saw a dear Elfien. It’s ears twitched at the slightest of sounds. I gentled my steps, moving barely louder than an intake of breath. It moves, I freeze in my position. Unseen as I blend into the purple leaves of the Bashens.

I was about to attack when it suddenly walked towards something, it walks into its nest, full of its masenowa. I was stricken with such empathy for this endearing creature that I decided to leave it alone.

But it is when the most unexpected happened. A Frucknigh leapt in to attack the poor Elfien. It was luckily alert, protecting its masenowa and was able to dodge the early attack.

This was my only opportunity to both take a kill and protect the Elfien and its bunch so I took out my spear, aimed and threw.

Luckily, the spear fatally wounded the Frucknigh and I was able to easily wrestle it to the ground, where it bled out. The Elfien had long moved its masenowas away, so I went to work and carried the Frucknigh home.

It was just my luck that I met her.

It’s her.

Third POV

Before her is the woman from my dreams. She had the same hair, the same shape, the same face. She wore a weird expression, perhaps she was just as shocked, terrified and horrified as Anna was. Afterall, who would look for a kill around this time?

“This is…” the strange woman started. “Very peculiar, you look just like her.”

“Are you the woman of winter?” she asked.

With that the woman let out a hearty laugh. “So you know who I am?” she said.

“Of course.” Anna smiled knowingly. “You’re not here to kill me are you?”

“No, don’t worry,” the woman of winter replied, and she joined Anna on her way back home.

As they were deep in the journey, the woman started to talk to Anna. “How do you talk to me like I’m just another?”

“Me, your Aetherness? This wasn’t my first meeting with a spirit. I have in fact already met an oracle.”

“Oh, an Oracle,” the woman parroted, holding such expressive curious eyes. “And who might this be?”

“Your Aetherness, her name is Yelena.” Anna reveals.

“Oh, so she is here?” Elsa asked again to which Anna replied with “You two have met in the scape?”

“We go a long way back, yes.”

“Well this is Jupiter’s moon after all,” Anna said. Her house came into view, they were close. “The harborer of dreams.”

They talked for more while inside while Anna went about preserving the meat for whole winter, and checked the stockpile to gauge if it would last them until the Yelsian Circle.

When Anna was making her way to the Phosian’s trickles, used to keep the recently killed frucknigh fresh within their house inventory. The woman had already disappeared, it’s unclear to her how long she has been talking all by herself.

Elsa’s POV

But it couldn’t be! Elsa thought again and again… This just couldn’t be. If it was then everything I knew as a reality isn’t as real as I once believed.

There was no way her own eyes were lying to her though, so she went and looked for Yelena, she had asked the hunter woman where Yelena was and she had pointed the way.

Yelena lived in a very dense forest-like place in this new planet. Unsurprising.

“Before you say anything,” Yelena said as she saw her approach. “I knew you were coming here. You would sooner or later. Sit down, I will answer your questions.”

And so Elsa asked why this woman looked like Anna, her Anna.

Yelena gave her simple yet vague answer “Yes, it is her. This is Jupiter’s moon. The harborer of dreams.”

Frustrated, Elsa went back to see Anna again, but her projection to the planet got weaker and she was pulled back to Earth. Her heart ached.

“Was it lies?” Elsa asked herself for a hundredth time since she had seen the woman who looked like Anna. “Or was I just too dumb to see it for myself.”

Anna waited the next day, hoping she might see the winter woman again, but she reckoned that the winter woman can only travel after a methane rain when the dreams are the strongest. Anna waited for its next pouring.

“Do you know?” Elsa asked her friend, “when it rains here, it also rains in Earth.”

Anna stared incredulously to her. “Do you mean Nirim, your Aetherness?” she asked the woman.

“Please, call me Elsa.” The woman gave her name.

“Elsa.” Anna repeated, testing the name on her tongue. “I didn’t know Aethers named themselves. They had always only held titles in the gathered tongues.”

“Names are important from where I came from and I had one before I became the fifth spirit,” Elsa replied. “Why do they call you Anna?”

“It means Redhaired woman.” Anna answered which shocked Elsa a bit.

It was eons before it rained methane again and this time Elsa came back with Jupiter’s moonflower. It is a very important flower that meant a lot on the moon. This one was for courtships.

“Are those for me? Do you know what that flower means?” Anna asked Elsa, and she received a smile as an answer.

“This is Jupiter’s moon? The harborer of dreams?”

Earlier, Elsa has Yelena again to ask for advice.

“How do I get her back?” she asked Yelena, “How do I get my Anna back?”

“Do what you were too cowardly to do before.”

“This isn’t fair!” Elsa yelled. “Ahtohallan was… I had a great responsibility.”

“You had something more important, Elsa, and you let it slip because you were tempted by power or by a delusion that you must shoulder everything. Thus the need to push your sister away. A bridge with its sides apart is a useless bridge, Fifth Spirit.”

Elsa threw away a stash of something at Yelena’s table. Was it important? She can’t seem to care, already on the brink of breaking down. “How will I do it?”

“Take this.”

“This? What is…this?” Elsa stared at the flower in her hand. It looked the same as the crocus flower that used to symbolize their kingdom… and her Anna. She hated seeing it now that Anna was gone. When she looked closer there were notable differences.

“It’s a very important flower here. Source of life in the great dark when there’s no sun in view of the sky. When given to someone, it’s a sign of courtship.”

Elsa blushed but she took it anyway, resolving to finally give it to Anna.

Whenever it rained, the woman of winter visited anna as usual as the Licors narling, always a Jupiter’s moon in tow. This clued Anna in with the woman’s motivation.

“If I may ask, Elsa.” Elsa looked at her and Anna posed the question: “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“You can’t just join with someone you just met.” Anna pointed out.

“Our time together is too short to be asking questions.”

“That’s very hypocritical of you Elsa, ever since we met you’ve been asking me questions. I want answers too.” Anna spat out, annoyed.

“You remind me of someone very important to me.”

“There, it isn’t hard, is it?” Anna said. Elsa grumbled but Anna continued her questioning. “This someone, what happened between you too. Why aren’t you together?”

“She…” Elsa started, “We were in predicament.”

“Did you love her?” Anna asked.

“Yes, I did but at that time…” Elsa sighs, clearly thinking about something important. “She recovered something, a letter of mine from when I was still a young, naive woman. She took it to heart and ran off despite warnings of an incoming Blizzard.”

“Must have been an important letter,” Anna remarked.

“She was in a hurry, to leave. Some says she had a letter in hand but no one found her. This story is very hard for me to tell. Let’s not…speak about it anymore.”

“You were of winter, if anyone could have found her even if she was…you would have if you really loved her. You must have seen the letter. You did, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t” Elsa told Anna.

“I don’t believe it.” Anna replied.

“It doesn’t matter to me. Why are you so hang up about MY past.” Elsa pointed out, emphasizing the words.

“There must be a reason you brought this up. It’s important and I want to know about it.” Anna prodded at Elsa. “Please Elsa I’m so confused. I need to know something.”

“That’s enough, we’re not talking about this anymore.” Elsa remarked, her tone absolute.

“Why are you shutting me out. You’re like this whenever it’s about your past. Tell me, what are you so afraid of?” Anna said, as what she does when she’s panicked and quite fed up about being kept in the dark.

“I said enough!” Elsa exclaimed, the methane around them turned into hard crystals. “I’m leaving.”

“Were you like this to her too? You care for people, you want to be closer to them, yet you push them away? And you leave them? Are you going to abandon me too?” Anna stood her ground and glared. Elsa remained silent. The great dark is on its way and she couldn’t just stand here and wait.

There were only three rains left before the great darkening of the sky when there would be less living things in the planet, less food to it and silver to drink, the oracle informed Anna as she approached. If Elsa does not visit her before this, then she may never see her again for spirits cannot come here when life is barren.

Two rains passed and Elsa didn’t show and Anna was heartbroken until she saw her brother playing with a Jupiter’s moon. The flower was hard to get around this time and he was fairly young to have gotten it himself.

“Where did you get this flower Kris?”

“The silver haired woman gave it to me.”

“When?”

“After the oracle trip?”

This gave Anna some semblance of hope, she just hoped it didn’t break her further.

Elsa appeared in the last rain, the strongest. When Anna saw her, she was soaked in silver and dazzling under the gaze of the other moon, like it was her witness.

“You’re right,” Elsa admitted. “I saw what was in the letter.”

Anna was surprised that Elsa admitted it and she waited for her to say more.

“She was returning my feelings and I…I was so scared to face her so I didn’t show myself until it was too late.”

Elsa started crying and Anna hugs her, shedding a tear too.

“It’s okay, Elsa,” Anna whispered softly as she lightly rubbed Elsa’s back.

Elsa soon recovered.

“I fucked up and I don’t want to fuck it up again anymore. Anna I…I love you,” Elsa confessed.

“Is your love for her the same as your love for me?” Anna asked Elsa, her face serious.

“I think my love for her was real, as is my love for you right now. If you’ll accept it.”

“Of course I do!” Anna jumped up and down. “My love for you is real too.”

“I’m happy.” Elsa smiled at her, this was the brightest one yet. “I have one final question.”

Anna looked at her wondering what it was, “I’ve been wondering, do you remember?” Elsa fidgeted. “Are you her?”

Anna’s POV

Jupiter’s Moon, the harborer of dreams. The flower shines in the dark to give light to other creatures, to the extent of using all its lifeforce to provide sufficient light, especially if it’s winter. It was a wonder how such species of a flower survived, the nature of its existence is so counter-productive to its chances of survival but it withstood and remained in its harsh environment.

It’s said that consuming the plant in the time of the great lunar cycle will provide memories, from another life or another plane.

The Oracle, as she calls herself, told me of my previous life. How I was a princess of a great kingdom and that I saved all the people I loved but that it was what killed me too.

I didn’t understand it at first, but I held onto those memories until I met her.

In that moment, I knew I was her.

#elsanna #submission #august 2021 contest #prompt: flowers #cw: hunting #CW: implied character death

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Charia Kingdom - Masterlist

An NCT Dream Fantasy Series.

Charia Kingdom - A place that has equal amounts of sunshine and rain, hot and cold, rich and poor, and, humans and creatures that couldn’t be identified as that of human status. Ruled by the Lee family with a king whose cutthroat and unforgiving nature is feared by many. The poor not cared for by people who have everything, where disease takes the lives of those unfortunate enough to not have the funds to purchase medicine. A place where humans live among creatures many would find terrifying. It’s no secret that Vampires, Werewolves, Wizards, etc live amongst them like normal people. Unless you murder someone, you’re considered normal. Everyone lives their own lives, whether it be a happy life, or a sorrowful life...

Mark Lee - Born into a family of renowned witches and wizards, there came a time for Mark to fly the nest. The nest being their comfortable home in the middle of the bustling kingdom. After the death of the castle’s witch, 17 year old Mark was brought in to take her place. He lives up to his family’s name and has impressed the royal family with his natural talents. Now 20 years old with the trust of the royal family and kingdom, shy, quiet Mark is given a new obstacle when a new maid is brought to work alongside him in the castle. Granted she’s mostly there to clean up his mess, but he finds she plays a much bigger role in his life than just that. With the new light in his life, Mark faces a new task at hand. Keeping her safe from the horrors of the castle.

Perils Brewing - [S], [A], [F]

Huang Renjun - Being chased from the royal family’s castle at the age of 16 was never something Renjun hoped for when he was growing up. Having lived in the castle since his birth, his mother, the castles witch, raised him alone. After finding out a huge secret and confronting the king, the king has Renjun’s mother killed, leading Renjun to use the dark powers he never knew he had to curse the Prince of the kingdom. After a bounty is put on his head for his crimes, he lives his life on the run, burrowing away in a cabin far out in the depths of the dangerous forest. A place where many lethal creatures live. Now 19, Renjun has lived in solitude for 3 years, and never expected a girl to break into his home in the dead of night. The girl he encounters is on the run herself, but refuses to tell him why. The stubborn, mentally strong, and brave girl persaudes him to let her stay with him. Can he live alongside another being when he’s still got dark magic flowing through his veins and a huge secret heavy in his heart?

Running From The Dark - [S], [A], [F]

Lee Jeno - Being the crown prince of Charia Kingdom was never something that worried Jeno. He was raised by his mother to smile when talked to, and to have a kind heart so that he would rule the kingdom differently to how his father had. At 16, he’s unexpectedly hit by a powerful curse after hearing a ruckus going on in the echoing halls of the castle. It flips his life around, his new status as a werewolf being a challenge he hates with all his heart. It turned the kingdoms sweetheart into an angry, brooding boy. Now 19, Jeno has learned how to control when he phases with the help of the remedies Mark brews for him. The only thing he can’t control is bursting into a gigantic wolf every time a negative emotion takes over his mind. No one apart from the workers of the castle know that he’s a wolf, it being kept a secret from the public. He runs in the forest in his wolf form calm him down, until he comes face to face with a rogue wolf who threatens his life with her piercing glare. After imprinting on each other, Jeno has to learn how to balance his new love, his duties as prince, his burning rage, and a secret that is revealed to him that changes his life once again.

Stepping Into The Moonlight - [S], [A], [F]

Lee Donghyuck - Donghyuck the cheeky, charismatic boy who wasn't born a demon. As a human Donghyuck was known for his greed and crimes. So when he died at the age of 19, Satan offered him an eternal life in exchange for completing tasks. At the age of 79 he was banished from hell for failing to take the life of someone he decided upon himself didn't deserve to die. For his sin, as punishment he was sent to live on earth forever. Being immortal and watching people you make connections with die from illness, old age, or suicide was a far bigger punishment than dying. Currently 128 years old, he’s seen many of his peers around him die in many ways, and every time it happens it chips away at his sanity and positive attitude. He swore never to fall in love, but upon meeting the princess of Charia, he can’t keep away from her. After falling in love with her, it’s becoming more likely that she will be ripped away from him sooner rather than later. With his emotions flipping completely, can he manage to stop himself from sinning to save the woman he loves?

Coming Soon...

Na Jaemin - At the age of 19, Jaemin was brutally beaten by a knight of the royal family and left for dead. He was found by a creature of the night and turned into a blood craving vampire. Many years later, he’s now 210 years old and lives life one day at a time. He’s rather peaceful for a murderous creature, only being considered dangerous when he’s starved of the only thing he needs; blood. Before his death, he was an orphan, abandoned with only a pile of letters telling him of his true heritage. Something that’s always planted in the back of his mind. After hunting one night, he hears screams coming from the kingdoms small hospital. There he finds a nurse being attacked by a patient. After defusing the attack, he has no other choice but to help the wounded nurse, not being able to leave her there half dead as he was once before. The addicting scent of her makes him keep her around despite the danger that he poses to her by having her in his home. He finds himself doing something he never would have dreamed of doing to keep her around. After finding out about his true heritage, she changes, for the good or bad? Will this be a love story, or a tragedy?

Coming Soon...

Zhong Chenle - Born as an angel in heaven, Chenle had always been obsessed over how humans lived on earth. But forbidden to step foot on earth he had to always watch from above. Turning 18 he decided to take a risk. A risk that lead him to be ripped from his family, forced to live his life on earth like a mortal human. He has his halo taken from him, but is plagued by the wings that have a heavier feeling on his back than what they used to in heaven. Living the life he always wanted, he’s a happy soul, rarely being sad even if he can’t leave the house as much as he would like. His wings are hard to conceal, and with fallen angel’s being a more than rare thing, he’s scared he will be killed for his wings. You’d think if he was killed he would go to back heaven right? Wrong. After being thrown to earth, he had no means of survival other than stealing to stay alive. One night he meets the hyperactive, bubbly girl who works in the local bookstore. A friendship immediately occurs between the two. He soon finds himself falling for the girl and has hopes of living the normal life he always wanted. As he gets used to living as a human does, will life pan out the way sweet Chenle wants?

Coming Soon...

Park Jisung - In human form, Jisung looks like the worlds softest boy. His shy, slightly awkward persona often tricks people into thinking that he couldn’t even fight off a new-born baby. So why has the royal family put this lanky, slender 17 year old boy in front of the castles main gate as its protector when the rumours are that a terrifying dragon is the guarder of the castle. Well, something not many people know about the boy is that he’s a dragon hybrid. And can turn into an overwhelmingly huge dragon that has even the bravest of knights quivering in their chain mail. So far no one has ever gotten past the boy, and he intends on keeping it that way. So when a girl who looks around the same age as him slips past him and is found stealing from the castle, he’s not too impressed. She’s locked away in the dungeon, and the curious boy has to meet the only person to ever get past him. She’s sentenced to death but after pleading with his friend Prince Jeno, her crimes are pardoned, but only if Jisung keeps her with him as his assistant. He encourages her to change her thieving ways, but will he ever be able to change the hard-headed girl he argues with daily? What if you add strange feelings of love into the mix and a promise that one of them doesn't intend on keeping?

Coming Soon...

(A/N: Hi! I’m so excited to for this series I hope you enjoyed the teasers! whose are you most looking forward to? I worked really, really hard on these so please let me know your thoughts and give it loads of love! Also as all of this series hasn't been written yet, things may change in the plots and summaries but it shouldn't be anything too drastic. Also this series will contain smut, angst and fluff. Obviously no smut for Chenle and Jisung, and each story will get warnings and categories marked on them when they’re published.)

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orenstern · 3 years

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Amateur Poet’s Creed

amateur poet's creed

just gammy coffee, gammy cigarettes,

let the sleepless buzz play goosebumps awhile

and the airy butter drizzle through the veins.

bloodshot eyes will clear in an ice water splash,

you say you can sell in your sleep,

time to chew your cudd.

what's the point of anycase,

when your library's in denver, with your art,

you've streamed every last movie.

did milton sleep? milton did not sleep.

did keats? he did not.

eliot? eliot was a peeyoosi, he slept.

but pound didn't though right?

pound didn't do anything right and

they wouldn't let lowell take his dante, when they took him.

and you are nothing like them.

you aren't you yet.

you're ten guys on a job site, waiting for a foreman.

don't wake up.

there's nothing healthy about your trade,

no matter how well you put it, its just standing around.

this is loathing. i can tell this is loathing.

would you rather it be something else?

how are you asking the questions now?

trick of your mind. trick of a mind rather,

you aren't you yet, this mind is on loan.

suppose there's interest.

no, dude. you don't even have a soul yet.

a soul is only if they remember you.

and even if you touch a thousand, not enough.

gravitas, oh too much. then, where's the war?

i should die in a war.'

you will, when your heart gives out.

whenyourheartgivesout, whenyourheartgivesout

whenyourheartgivesout---STOP!

why can't you?

i am, i am

any ?'s?

no, i am a chore---poet in the making,

drink coffee in my loon palace naked,

oatmeal at 7am on the dot, then doodle,

then read, then write, then run alittle---

okay, then walk and watch runners stride,

then come back home and stir about inside,

and read a blog or two from my rss feed

then strip from a poem little words like indeed,

then stand in a mirror and measure my clock

while i listen to seventies psychedelic rock,

could be all i need is a band behind me,

indeed! we might be called The Fleurs de Lits

or how bout the Floors---god i'm such a chore,

a poet in the making, a sour hint of what its for,

a sour hint of what its for.

feel better, i am? got your juices flowing yet?

one day's travel is one day's regret,

bitter that betters are out there in force!

amateur hour, complete with that sour hint.

stay at home, mama, don't dare go traveling,

and stay at home, cause here we're unraveling.

i am, i am. i accept you too. cause the war is here,

right here. and i can feel it everyday.

so shall i then let it determine what i say.

perclucking a crow's nest is a good start

for a story with sailors who need shore leave,

yah yah yah---the ground is not real to them.

i saw an entire house burn before my eyes once.

the firemen stood beside me and watched it burn,

the cracking of wood and memories a great concern.

before the age of five, i ran hard with a dog gang,

through marshland and into abandoned houses.

each and every day i pissed on trees like them.

about the same time i cheered my father on for hours

while he tore my bedroom apart, hunting down a mouse.

i've meditated upon this and cannot remember the kill.

in grade school, the more i knew the answer

the less was called, oh they tried to raise the middle high,

i was thankful for separate reading groups, my group could read.

a hurricane is a beatles album. i want to say indeed!

i know a man name bobb, his three b's crowd in

and keep the o nice and warm all new england year long.

its coming again, the winter, that harsh ethan frome winter.

this year's my 31st, i may try to stand in it barefoot,

be the wampanoag brave, be mother nature's infant son.

i will run the entire length of my life and never taste

chimpanzee meat or cat meat or dog meat

and i judge harshly those who have.

i knew a woman with doe-like eyes and a voice

that could call off a war, she has surpressed desire

to shoot a buck in the heart and watch its life run out.

is there a creed coming? a writer's creed or something,

a manifesto of inches, a display of study, a show of wit?

i've got no cards, but the trick is it---show them the honey!

where does it come from? a person claiming to be a poet,

she said there was no muse. but i ride with the nine!

we dress lightly in my court, we go thumping for a sport.

oh there is a muse, well-masked and spiraling song.

in the rain there are waves that blow like a string section,

have you seen them yet? the waves? or the chamber strings?

virginia woolf barely wrote for three years after proust

entered her mind. what is this proustian, pee-roosting,

i'm an infant. i will always be an infant. so help me god.

#poetry #mysticism #mystic art #sound recording

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dakotacrisis · 3 years

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The Stars Need a Tale

Since 2021 wants to be a jerk not even a week in I’m dropping this now.

A Lukadrien Pirate AU that has very strong Pirates of the Caribbean vibes in the first chapter. I did not realize how similar it was until I already finished it. I have been sitting on this WIP forever and now feels like a good time to post it.

Read on AO3

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Give me a shilling and I’ll give you a song

My cup’s in need of filling and the night is long

I do not know where we’ll sail

I do not know where we’ll roam

But the stars need a tale

And I will sing one for foam

“Boy!” A hoarse and battered voice snapped at Adrien. The young stable hand immediately clammed up, embarrassed at being overheard. The old coachman hobbled into the stable with a pitchfork in hand and a scowl etched into the deep lines of his face. “Stop singing them sea shanties! Don’t you know those songs are dangerous to be singing? You’ll bring a whole fleet of ne'er do wells and heathens down upon us!”

“Sorry Willard.” Adrien apologized. “It was stuck in my head.”

“Well, you’ll do well to get it out of your head!” The old man knocked the back of Adrien’s knees with the blunt of the pitchfork. “Where’d you even pick up a tune like that?”

“I was at the blacksmith picking up new horseshoes and the lads in there were singing it.” Adrien mumbled.

“Hmph,” Willard rested against the side of one of the stable doors. “I’m not surprised. Those lads don’t have more than a couple of nails for brains in their heads. Don’t they know the danger of singing songs like that?”

“I understand that it is in poor taste but I don’t think a shanty is going to bring pirates down on us, Willard.” Adrien led one of the mares out of her stall.

“Spoken like a young fool.” Willard grumbled, “Get the horses ready. The master and his family are leaving for the fort soon.”

“Yes, sir.” Adrien nodded, obedient. He knew better than to sing those kinds of songs, especially where Willard might hear. As much as Adrien hated pirates and disliked sailors in general he had to admit they made some catchy tunes.

He finished harnessing the horses and handed the reins over to Willard so he could go pick up the family. Adrien trailed after the coach on foot taking the time the walk gave him to look over the town. There was an advantage to be working for one of the wealthiest families on the island and that was the view. The hill the Graham de Vanily’s estate resided on was up high above the bustle of the town. One could see everything from up there. To the north was the military fort, south was the farms, and east laid the village and the port. Watching the sun rise over the ocean horizon was one of Adrien’s favorite things to do.

The song from before wormed its way into Adrien’s thoughts again but he contented himself with only humming it this time. When he got to the front of the mansion he saw the Graham de Vanily family exiting the home and climbing into the coach.

The youngest of the family turned and saw Adrien. He raised his hand in greeting. “Adrien! Good morning!”

“Good morning, mister de Vanily.” Adrien sped up his pace a little to catch up.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Felix?” The nobleman’s son sighed.

“Apologies.” Adrien gave a respectful nod of his head, “But I fear the master and lady of the house disapprove of such familiarity.”

“Yes. See?” The lady, Amelie Graham de Vanily fanned herself from inside the coach, “The stable boy has some sense of propriety.”

“It is only, Adrien, my dear,” Master Frederick Graham de Vanily said to his wife. “The boys have known each other practically their entire lives. Let them be a little familiar.”

Growing up Adrien had spent most, if not his entire life, serving the Graham de Vanily family. His mother had been a maid in their household and at any opportunity that Adrien could make himself useful he was. Now with his mother long since passed Adrien was the estate’s stable hand. Before he was properly employed though it seemed his job was to be the friend of Felix since they were so close in age. Adrien being only two years older than him. As children they had often played a game where they would switch spots to see how long it would take everyone else to notice that it was not Felix but Adrien wearing his clothes. The boys did look eerily similar as children apart from their eyes. Adrien had green and Felix’s were a pale grey. Growing older their differences became more pronounced. Adrien was more tanned from working outside and his frame bulkier and stronger than Felix’s pale and lithe scholarly build.

“Hm,” Lady Amelie turned her face away with a small scowl. Adrien had no idea why she disliked him so but didn’t question it. Perhaps it was a difference of classes.

The family loaded into the coach and took off down the hill towards the fort. Adrien went about with the rest of his daily chores before taking a rest to eat. Climbing up into the branches of one of the trees dappled around the mansion his mind started to drift as it often did when he was left alone with his thoughts. Simple thoughts about whether it would rain tonight to more questions about if he was meant to do anything with his life outside of being a stable hand.

He liked his work and the de Vanily family always treated him well. Outside of his work though there wasn’t much of anything at all to his life. His mother died when he was fourteen due to a fever, his father had been a sailor that he never met, he had no siblings, outside of Felix he didn’t even have any friends his own age. Those that he was close to were better classified as acquaintances and co-workers. Hell, he was likely to call the horses he took care of as his friends more than any human being he’s ever interacted with.

It was lonely and more than once Adrien thought of abandoning everything and jumping the next ship out of town. Not that he ever would. To do that would be to leave behind everything he knew. Everything that was comfortable. He didn’t have the first clue as to where he would go or what he would do if he got out into the world. The closest he ever came to a plan was to sail to another town and hope he could get employed as a stable hand over there. It wasn’t exactly a grand change from where he was now.

The chimes of the bells alerted him to the growing lateness of the day and Adrien climbed down from his perch and got back to work. Thoughts of the wonders the world may hold locked up again as he went to meet the coach to take back the horses.

Felix and him talked for a bit before dinner about what they had been at the fort for. Some officer had received a promotion or possibly someone was being honored for the many years of service. Felix couldn’t remember and honestly didn’t care. It seemed they were attending more functions like that every week. Not that there was much else to do in their town.

The night rolled in and Adrien was asleep in the farm loft. He had his own bed in the servant’s quarters but preferred the hay and soft sound of the wind than he did to the snoring of the other servants. Even if it did get colder out in the barn.

BANG!

The noise was enough to startle Adrien awake. Had the barn door not been shut properly. He crawled from his nest of hay and blankets and saw that the door had remained shut. But then what had--

BANG!

Another destructive bang broke the silent air. It sounded like it was coming from the mansion. Quickly grabbing a pitchfork for defense Adrien dashed from the barn. Outside he could hear the commotion much clearer now. He could see it too. Down below at the village, the farms, and even the fort fires raged under the moonlit sky. Out across the horizon sat a large lone ship almost invisible against the inky black ocean.

Pirates? Here?

As stealthily and quickly as he could Adrien drew closer to the house. Sure enough there was a group of vagabonds trying to break down the front door. Thank goodness Master Frederick had insisted on thick solid wood doors. Hopefully these idiot pirates would keep up trying to get through the door before they realized they could more easily break in through one of the windows. Speaking of…

Adrien ran back towards the opposite end of the mansion and climbed up one of the trees closest to the mansion wall. He got to a window and frantically started knocking on it. “Felix!” He shouted in a whisper in hopes of not giving away his location to the pirates, “Felix, it’s Adrien! Open up!”

“Adrien?” Felix’s face emerged from behind the curtains. He quickly unlocked the window and pulled Adrien inside. “What’s going on out there?”

“Pirates.” The sharp sound of breaking glass let Adrien know that the pirates had come to realization about the windows at long last. “We need to get out of here.”

“How?”

“Back through the window. Climb down and make a run for the woods. The pirates shouldn’t go looking out there.” The sound of pounding feet got louder. The doorknob to the room started to shake and rattle as whoever it is tried to get inside.

A string of swears passed half muttered through Adrien’s thoughts. He braced himself against the door but the person on the other side would break through eventually. “Go!” Adrien urged, “Get out of here.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be right behind you.” Adrien lied. There was no way he was going to be able to get out the window before the pirates knocked down the door.

“But--” Felix tried to argue.

“Go!” Adrien said more vehemently. Felix gave him one last look before he climbed out the window and onto the tree outside. At the same moment Adrien couldn’t hold the door any longer and the pirates burst in.

“Look at what we got here.” One of the dirty, scabby men aimed a sharp and freshly bloodied sword at him. “This your room, rich boy?”

Rich boy? They must think he’s one of the nobles.

“You’re trespassing.” Adrien tried to sound brave despite the clear threat to his life.

“Aye, that tends to happen in this line of work.” The pirate stepped closer. “What’s your name boy?”

“Adrien...Adrien Graham de Vanily.” He couldn’t be sure why he lied about his name. In the moment all he could think of was buying Felix, and hopefully his family, enough time to get to safety. If they thought he was one of the nobles they may not go out of their way looking for more.

“Ah, so this is your room.” More pirates filtered in grabbing anything that looked of worth and tossing everything that didn’t. “Some pretty trinkets in here but I think we’ve found one even more valuable than any shiny bauble. What say you, lads?”

The other pirates agreed. Those that didn’t have their arms overladen with stolen trinkets grabbed Adrien by either arm and started to drag him from the room. “Right this way, young master.” The pirate gave an exaggerated bow followed by a raucous round of laughter.

He tried to fight against their hold but it was all in vain. There were more of them, hardened and strengthened from years on the sea with weapons he knew they wouldn’t hesitate to use if he became a problem. They descended down the hill away from the mansion through the chaos of the town.

It was even worse seeing the turmoil up close. His home being torn apart and burned as if it was nothing more than trash. That was bad enough but it wasn’t the worst part. No. It was the screams. Screams of fear echoing over everything else. Sharp and full of pain.

The pirates came to the shore with Adrien in tow and tossed him into a boat as the others piled in. Arms overloaded with stolen goods they paddled back to the ship further out in the bay. The sheer size of the ship growing larger and more imposing the closer they got. Adrien swallowed back his nerves as he was forced up the ladder onto the deck of the ship.

“Aye, what do we have here?” A man approached a now bound Adrien. The man was every inch a pirate. Tall, cold eyes, a devilish grin, and the smell of salt and death clinging to him. This had to be the captain.

“My name is Adrien Graham de Vanily,” Adrien said with a confidence he was quickly losing, “Your men stole me from my home.”

“That’s quite a name, boy.” The captain grinned wider, “But the rich can afford to have longer names now, can’t they?”

“I demand you return me home at once!”

“Oh we will,” The captain clapped a hand on his back, “For the right price.” He shoved him back into the group of pirates.

“Take our guest to the brig. Make sure he’s comfortable.” The pirates leered and laughed as they once again dragged Adrien away against his will down below the deck. He was pushed into a small cell and the door locked behind him.

“If the accommodations are not to your liking just let us know.” One of the pirates flashed a smile of blackened teeth at him. “We’ll be sure to come by and fluff your pillow.”

The pirates took off again roaring with laughter. With nothing else to do Adrien sat down on the small plank of wood that passed as a bed in this cell. There the world grew quiet again. Nothing but the lap of the water against the haul and creek of the wood.

What had he gotten himself into? Why hadn’t he just tried to escape with Felix? This was a disaster. They thought he was the son of a noble. They were going to try ransoming him back to his family. What would they do once they found out he wasn’t actually part of the de Vanily family? At best they’d say he wasted their time and kick him off at the next port, at worst they’d kill him.

Who knows, maybe the family would pay it. After all, Adrien had always been a good employee and friend to Felix. There may be a chance…

Oh who was he kidding! He was a servant and nothing more. They’d maybe feel guilty for a day and then go out and hire another stable hand like Adrien never existed.

The only way Adrien was getting out of here was on his own. He’d have to be smart and try to keep up the facade as long as he could. They won’t kill him if they think he’s worth anything. With some luck he just may be able to escape but even he knew that was a long shot. Right now his only plan was to survive as long as possible.

What felt like a lifetime later the ship lurched and Adrien watched through a crack in hull as the silhouette of his home became smaller and smaller before disappearing altogether.

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#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #pirate au

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tamoria · 3 years

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The moon hung high above me, smiling as I tug my long woollen bratt tighter around me to banish the chill. Not long past high night. The stars dance mischievously between the clouds, teasing and playing as they do in the early spring. I count to five in my head and pull myself up to check what I had been left. My boots tossed haphazardly beside an old stump with two long dowels

leaning against it and the two bowls I had molded last night sitting atop it. I had shaped the bowls in a rush after forgetting about them in my preparations and cooked them quickly in the fire. Between the two bowls, on a long leaf lies a small crystal shard from the sea to the west, it is shy and quiet. Even in the shadow light it glows, bright and beautiful. I dare not touch it for fear of my dirt-streaked hands smudging or tarnishing it. It seems embarrassed by this. The slender stone cutting knife to the otherside of the bowls is less bright, in fact it is almost cruel as it glares at me, convinced I will not succeed before dawn breaks and we will all be here again another year. I go over the order in my head, “fire, tea, rain, wind, sleep.” I will not forget this time as I did under the same spring moon once before.

I turn a full circle, slowly, squinting through the dark to see anything else that does not belong. I don’t know this glade, so we must be far from home. The trees here - tall and wide, know not my name and I know not theirs. They are strong, sweet pine. Less familiar to me than the great oaks. The small woven pouch I was looking for catches my eye. It is nested in the ivy at the base of a large tree that towers over us. I place a hand on the trunk and thank it quietly before carefully detangling the pouch from it’s sleeping spot. My fingers find the lump of knot and pick it apart, pulling the rough strands of twine through each other. I upturn the pouch and count the small smooth pebbles as they tumble out. They are all luminous white and shining in the swaying shadows. I count them again - it is unlike Tadg to make mistakes and six pebbles is clearly a mistake. Surely I’m just tired, maybe the light is playing with me. Once more I count, as I place them back in their pouch.

“One for the Sea,

Two for the Sun,

One for the Sky,

The last for Falling.”

There, in the middle of my hand, the sixth pebble sits lost. I hold it against my palm with two fingers as I organise myself, tying the small pouch to my belt by the dangling twine and gathering the cutting knife.

I make my way around the circle of the glade, collecting small clippings of plants, leaves and delicate flowers. Turning into the centre at the end of a full loop and placing them on the stump. Then again around the perimeter of the glade, each time moving a couple of steps further from the middle of the clearing. I continue this until the stump is covered with small offerings and then walk one final loop, this time laying my hand on a stone, tree or bush every few paces and speaking words of protection and containment to mark my perimeter.

This time last year I was halfway to finished, believing I had the know;edge I needed to make things up as I went along. I was so used to the praise Tadg gave my work that I had forgotten the inherent order that makes these things safe, and in some ways, possible at all. I had been impulsive, I had riffed and played with the way and was sorely reprimanded for it. Leading to me being back in a glade late at night, trying to prove myself. This time, however, I will not be so arrogant as to assume my breath and my hands and my voice are no more than vessels. I will be gentle and reverend this time.

With a small fire kindled, I gather a handful of pine needles and crush them in my hands before placing them in the second of my bowls, the first already full to the brim with water from the small stream on the edge of the glade. Once boiled I split the water and pine needles equally between the two bowls and allow the tea to brew. All the while singing The Song of Danu under my breath. I drink the sweet pine tea quickly, glad for the comforting warmth of it and place the bowl on top of the other to form a spherical shape. Around this, a small altar, the long spindly sticks covered in leaves lean against the bowl to form a frame, flower crowns of various sizes and shapes surround them, and intricately designed patterns made up of small leaves spread out and away from the structure.

I allow the quiet of the night to seep in and fill all the gaps, I breathe with the trees and the ancestors as I speak my dedication to Danu and her children. I rest then, finding the moss bed I had woken in only hours before and once again pulling my bratt closely around me.

When I wake the second time a thin line of orange graces the horizon and the sky above has paled from deep inky blue to a lighter ceruleum.

The clearing shines with the life of a new day, all my small offerings from the night before now covered in a thin layer of dew. I do not have long this morning so I check on things quickly. My altar to danu still stands and after a small amount of tweaking , the leaves on the spindle sticks and the small flowers - wilted now, are back to their former glory, fresh in the morning light. I peek through the pyramid structure to see my bowls and find them just as they should be, collapsed into each other and locked in embrace. My work won’t be so hard this morning, I think with a flutter and a small smile.

My sitting circle is formed, four of my pebbles laid, two by my each knee as I sit cross-legged on two behind me, where my head and shoulders would rest if I were lying down. I start, feeling my breath move me first, once my mind is clear, I begin to feel myself lift away and hold amongst the trees above me. I tie the long strands of wind around my fingers and push the clouds around until I am happy with the dark grey cloud that sits directly above. A small amount of encouragement is all that is needed to coax the rain down. It is - a first, a light drizzle, unsure if falling is the right thing to do. It mists my face and the young leaves around me. I laugh at it’s caution and turn my face up to it, welcoming the cool droplets. This merely encourages the rain to gain confidence and before long I am dancing amongst the points of the young spruce and the rain is falling with abandon - free and delighted. The relief washes over me and I hear the faint rolling of thunder far in the distance. I have done well, I think, Tadg will be proud and I will soon have my own title as Master Druid. I allow the rain to continue a few minutes longer, reveling in my success before I call it to cease and feel the forest floor beneath my heavy boots once more.

Immediately I go to tweak my altar, making sure it is still worthy of the great Mother Goddess’ approval. I feel my stomach pang with hunger and for the first time, remember how long it’s been since I last ate. It has been at least four days - it was before my time in the dark caves, though not long before. When I am satisfied that the altar is again the proud and beautiful thing I made the night before, I continue my work.

Again I lower myself into myself into the sitting circle and try to leave behind thoughts of dinner and the cold and my title. This time I bring the breeze to me, plucking strands from the air. I gather a dozen and then walk around the clearing, tying them loosely to a twig here and there, small stones, leaves and tufts of grass. I return to the middle and with arms outstretched at my sides I turn slowly, sending the wisps tearing from their tetherings and spinning around the clearing. The wind darts around trees, dipping under low branches and prancing along the stream. My fingers reach out then to play with the breeze, pulling and twisting it. I tangle it up in my hands and watch it unfurl itself as it dances around wildly.

It starts to pick up speed, pulling other wisps in as it speeds around. Safe enough, the barrier of containment around the clearing can hold much more than a strong breeze. It is just growing faster than I expected. As I think this, I begin to get worried, repeating it again to convince myself. It dances around me, whipping my thick bratt and leaving me goose bumped and shivering. I turn quickly, throwing my hands out as the wind takes my altar in its wake, leaves scatter, wheeling through the air. All around, there are branches falling from high in the trees, crashing loudly on the soft forest floor. Once more I lower myself in the sitting circle, close my eyes and desperately beg my mind to clear. I need to catch the wind before it escapes. Building always and nearing the teachta mountains.

I focus on the perimeter, fighting hard to hold it steady. There are at least three villages between here and the sea, where the wind can blow itself out. There is no explanation for this small wisp becoming so powerful. It has been years since I last lost control of anything. I try to put my doubts aside, knowing the only way I can smother the storm is to empty my mind. I pray for strength.

Snap.

I hear the perimeter break loudly and refuse to open my eyes, knowing that will make it real. If I open my eyes I will have destroyed at least three villages, probably more. So I sit, heart thumping, with my eyes tightly shut. It is quiet before I open them, jumping when I see Tadg standing there, all bone, hunched and withering - more so than last time I saw him somehow. “Lets go,” he says, glancing behind.

Over his hunched shoulders I see the downed trees, the three men acting as Tadg’s guards - wind beaten and dishevelled, and the sparking in the air. The containment wall is fully disintegrated. Tangled strips of it lie where they fell, still marking a circle, inside of which is damaged but standing. Beyond, the forest is not far from flattened. I gaze in shock, trying to understand.

“You have sat here long enough Feada. Lets go. Now.” His words are firm and so are his bony fingers digging into my arm as he pulls me up.

I try to explain, or maybe just defend myself, “It sped up so quickly! It was only a minute or two before it was too strong to control. I don’t under-”

Tadg interrupts me, voice calm and smooth, “they have come.”

The simple statement feels like a hand around my throat. I stop asking questions and instead give him a knowing and concerned look as I pass his shoulder and walk to the men behind, my breath trapping.

#I kinda hate it #but i sick of looking at it #so; here you go

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moonlightchess · 4 years

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The Winter Wolves (1)

Eirik and Eija Sturmborn are twins, born to a long local tradition in northernmost Minnesota, of winter wolves and pack wars and family bonds as deep as they are destructive. Things are changing as of late, and worse, not changing at all - they’re adults now, and they have yet to shift into the wolf-skin their wild-bred parents should have passed on to them long ago. Wholly human they remain, albeit strong and hardy and ready to die fighting back the howling rival packs threaded throughout their family’s Gray woods as rumors spread that the Sturmborn twins are never going to make the final change and now is the time to strike, to wipe out the Sturmborn pack entirely so that their dwindling bloodline will finally cease to be a threat in the inevitable statewide pack war that has been simmering for years.

There’s also the death of their lost brother Sven, years ago, killed in an alpha fight during a wolf run with their parents when the twins were children - as the story goes, anyway. Details are emerging, cults are stirring, and the twins can’t stop dreaming of ravens and death. The Danish Larsen witches to the south who claim Eija’s dearest friend and heart’s desire Sara have no idea that she’s been using her magic to aid the twins in uncovering what really happened to Sven and holding off the Karlsen and Jorgunsson packs for as long as possible. Meanwhile Eirik’s continued clumsy attempts to woo the elegant violinist, the newcomer to Angle Inlet Julian Hassan, are not going well at all. The brutal tragedy and burgeoning madness stirring in their land and their blood are nothing compared to the battlefield of human longing, a truth more evident every day.

“All religion is only ever a desperate search for the freedom and relief of not being held accountable for your own life, your own future, your own actions,” Eirik told his sister once, huffing the words into a cloud of sawdust as he’d hunched over his current project - a kitchen table for upstairs. “The trick is finding the right god to apply to your personal aesthetic, the right doctrine to inspire your vanity and ego. You have to find the god that’s willing to tell you what you want to hear, who looks the way you think god should look. Once you do, of course you’ll die for them. The mass appeal of Christianity lies in how malleable and forgiving it is, and churches and cults alike all feed on growth. That’s why the Buddhists are so welcoming to any ignorant white college student with a “namaste” bath rug, they’ve figured it out. It’s the same reason romance novels with empty, undefined characters always sell the best. People like to see themselves in things, I revere the old gods as much as anyone, but I’m not stupid. We are nothing if not our own egos. It’s the invite-only religions that you ought to keep an eye on.”

Eija had laughed, the inhalation of a lungful of sawdust of no concern to her. They were woodworkers and potters by trade, the Sturmborns. Her own palm was slowly working out a thick pine splinter from a week ago. “So now my brother is a philosopher,” she’d observed, stealing his iron beer stein for a healthy gulp. At eighteen apiece - twins, they - technically the state laws of Minnesota frowned upon such indulgences. But the town of Angle Inlet was also acutely aware of the elective and social power of its enormously Scandinavian population, who poured beer and honey wine out at winter gatherings for everyone present, including their young. Such was their culture, and they’d been raised into responsible sorts. The ale of tonight was a heady, oaky blend with a thick head of caramel foam, heavily scented of smoked apples.

“Hardly, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about.” Eirik lapsed into a comfortable silence without further elaboration, another habit to which they were prone. She eventually retrieved some homework from under their longest work bench, history tonight, and settled cross-legged on the basement’s gritty stone floor while her brother worked. He was sanding the chair smooth by the time she looked up again, rising to his considerable height - both of them quite tall and sturdy like their parents - to tap her on the top of her head. Her nearly-buzzed snow-blonde hair scraped his fingertips like velcro, and she lifted her head without comment. His own was much longer, down just past his shoulders in thick wheat-blond waves. “It’s getting late.” He handed her the last of the beer stein to finish, which she did, bringing it upstairs to wash later.

The house was quiet, still. They hadn’t seen their parents in weeks, which was not unusual. The wolves had come calling in September, as they were wont to do, and Kaspar and Emma Sturmborn had bolted from the house one night at last, howling and wild and tearing at their clothes. They’d returned once or twice before the autumn chill had cracked the damp haze of summer, naked and soaked in blood, flesh scored raw with gore and gashes that healed in a day or two. On the last night of September though, their mother had been snappish and restless at dinner. Their father’s profoundly sexual longing for her had oozed through his attempts at polite conversation, the occasional baring of teeth suggesting that marital relations weren’t the only carnal craving he was experiencing just then. The blood moon had come.

The howling, the clicking of claws on their porch, the soft whuffing and whimpering of the pack had kept the twins up that night, and in the morning their parents had been gone, lost to the woods with the front door swinging open in the slight breeze. Every year the pack came, and every year they stayed away a little longer. But Eija and Eirik knew hunting, knew canning, fermenting, cooking and cleaning. They knew how to make and repair furniture, ceramics, clothes. They knew how to maintain embers in the wood stove to keep the house warm, and they knew how to play chess to keep each other entertained. Every year they were fine whenever their parents returned, and this bred a sense of confident abandonment in Kaspar and Emma. No questions were ever asked, no details ever offered.

The matter of Sven though, was troubling.

Sven had been their brother, once. He’d been tall and thick like them, pale and blond with a strong jaw and ice-colored eyes so light and glittering they were nearly colorless mirrors. He’d turned with their parents early, tumbling around the woods as a pup and laughing at the way his body had shifted so fluidly from yipping gray wolf to boy and back again. Sven had never stopped laughing, in fact - he’d been funny, loud and bright. He hid Eija’s shoes and teased Eirik into putting his hand into a box full of shaving cream to find out the “secret.” His hugs had always been warm and tight, and one day he’d bounded out the door with his parents and the pack to chase the blood moon and he’d never come back.

There had been a hunt, their parents had explained. A fight, an accident, Sven’s blood splashed dark across the trees and snow. He’d never come back from the woods, and they’d never spoken of him again. Eija though, she kept his sweaters at the back of her closet and would occasionally put one on, for bad nights. She still had Eirik at least, who was steady and intelligent without any of Sven’s lively humor but all of his sturdy support and dependability. Their parents would not speak his name, as if to acknowledge that he had once been would invoke some darkness, violate some pact. Still, on the night of the Friggablot every May, after honoring their mother with dinner and gifts, the twins would slip into the wolf-woods to light a sacred fire for their lost Sven. He never found it, no matter where they camped.

Eirik’s nighttime routine was a quiet one, as was Eija’s. They shared a dinner of beef stew and bread, and Eirik brewed them warm root tea as the sun sank. Wordlessly, they washed the dishes side by side with Eija scrubbing and her brother drying, and he pressed his lips to her temple before they separated for the night. “Drom sott,” were his only words, and she smiled faintly, squeezed his hand. Hausblot had already passed and the nights were going brisk and chilly, but their northern blood was ready and she didn’t bother leaving the woodstove lit. Instead, she waited for Eirik to finish his bath before taking command of the upstairs bathroom herself, the scent of his wood-and-mint soap lingering soothingly.

She’d cleaned and laid out the old furs for her bed the month before, in preparation for northern Minnesota’s half-year deep freeze, but even snuggling down under at least ten pounds of fur and fabric couldn’t lull her to sleep. Normally this was not an issue for her, but a buzz filled her brain that wouldn’t be silenced even as the night wore on. It was around midnight that she finally abandoned all pretense and let her mind find Eirik, who was not in his bed. He was in fact, directly over her head.

The roof of their log home was flat to the east side and angled to the south, with a lip of log rising up around the perimeter that acted as a sufficient barrier to prevent one from rolling off in their sleep. This had led to some years of the twins sleeping on the roof when there was no rain predicted, and she found him up there several minutes later via the ladder hooked to her bedroom window that only asked for a little swinging and dexterity to get there. The air was sharp and cool, the sky swirling dark, the milk-dense moon casting the world in a pearl glow. An icy, pine-sharp breeze bit through her soft pajamas, and she shivered, tiptoeing across weathered roofing to him.

He’d laid out all of his own thick bedding, his pillow, and in his flannel pajama pants and long-sleeved black henley he looked as comfortable as anything indoors. Eija tossed her own pillow, managing to land it just beside his head so that he didn’t stir, but when she crawled into their now-shared nest of furs and blankets he silently slid an arm around her shoulders to draw her close. His heartbeat steadied under her cheek when she rested her head on his chest, the cool air sweeping out toward the woods unable to cut into the warmth of them, and finally she slept.

A cold, gray-soft dawn had broken when she next opened her eyes, the loss of Eirik’s soothing heat abruptly jarring. He was sitting upright beside her, leaning forward a little and peering out toward the woods. She opened her mouth, but before a breath escaped her he silenced her with a raised hand and pointed. “Look.” His voice was a whisper, strange considering that they were at least ten miles from their closest neighbor. The word floated away from his lips on a cloud of steam as it met the frigid air, his breath dissipating even as she obeyed.

The tree line of the woods surrounding their house began after roughly half an acre of wild growth that served as something of a kitchen garden - their parents had taught them how to grow potatoes, carrots, turnips and herbs to sustain them when trips into town became a snow-packed luxury in the winter months. Eirik’s pale eyes were fixed upon the space now, and after a moment of bleary adjustment, Eija came to understand why. A small collection of people were emerging into the burgeoning light, spilling out from the woods like a tiny swarm of rolling bugs out from under a lifted rock. They were all in dark hooded robes obscuring their faces, but their heights suggested men, women, maybe even children.

“What were they doing in our woods?” Eirik’s hand tightened around her forearm, where it had fallen moments before, and he shook his head to silence her. No one had noticed them yet, they were likely too far away. There were at least ten of them, and the way they moved together felt familiar. A rival pack then, maybe the ones who had challenged their father for his alpha position and killed Sven - laughing Sven -years ago. Eija’s teeth bared themselves and she tensed all over, but Eirik was only alert, watching. The group slowly broke apart, crossing their land on silent feet in the earliest possible morning, several heading west toward the Lost River, others east into town. It wasn’t until the last of them was no longer visible that Eirik seemed to exhale, lifting his hand from Eija’s arm.

Something about what they’d seen felt profoundly wrong, despite the robed figures having done nothing particularly threatening. “It wasn’t a blot,” Eirik said quietly. “Hausblot’s done, they’re quite late if they’re observing out there at this point.”

“Erik the Red’s day?”

“Couple of days too early. Maybe. I don’t know.”

They rolled their bedding in silence and carried the piles back into the house through her bedroom window, where Eirik laid them neatly back across their beds. He slept below Eija’s attic room, down the hall from their parents’ empty bedroom. She realized as she was inhaling deeply of the cold forest scents still clinging to her furs that part of her had hoped their parents would be among the strange hooded figures, on their way home from a few months with the pack. But none had crossed the kitchen garden to enter their house, and some natural instinct had held her back from calling out to the group to ask for them.

#vikings #nordic #fiction #modern fantasy #lgbt #gay #original writing #writing #writeblr #guys i'm actually close to finishing a novel here #please be kind i was so anxious to post this first part #are y'all feeling this? should i keep posting more?#let me know

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Next Caller Pt 25

“How’d it go? Yesterday?”

“It was good,” Mal said looking you over, “Still no sharing why you’re so tired?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me,” she said propping her hands on her hips.

With a huff you recounted the night and in her creeping grin you poked her arm, “Hey, don’t do that plotting smirk.”

“Your babies are having-,”

“Our Ravens-,”

“Are like your children, and together your Ravens are bonding and settling into families in your greenhouse. If he didn’t like you he wouldn’t dare let you suggest matching up his Raven with one that was living in your home. Roac is a part of him, he knows you and trusts you, with his baby.”

“You’re still not helping.” You said brushing your hair back to pull it up into a ponytail.

“Don’t you feel bad. He is a grown man, he chose to get out of bed and come help you, he accepted the offer to bring Roac, who is just as excited and had every chance to refuse the offer as well. Stop worrying.”

“There’s a better chance cows would rain from the sky.”

At that a sudden crash of something plushy into your shoulder had you looking down at the stuffed rhino on the ground then to the elderly Dam saying to the huffing donkey beside her, “Bruno! That was very rude!” Hurrying over when you bent to lift the rhino and caught her smile when she reached you. “I am so sorry Miss Pear. My son is not taking his donkey days well. Been helping me with my deliveries. I wanted to bring you one of my stuffies, your story really has helped my Edgar get some excitement in his week since his surgery left him off his feet.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m glad to hear that.” Her smile widened and you said, “He’s healing fine? Break room isn’t the same without him and his coffee and snack stand.”

“He’s doing well, few weeks yet, but he is feisty as ever.” She turned her head and huffed seeing Bruno wandering off then rolled her eyes back to you, “You two have a lovely day,” pivoting on her feet she said following her son, “Bruno, I have three more stops then we can go home.”

Looking at Mal you lifted the plushy saying, “Rhino, not a cow.” Only deepening her playfully narrowed gaze at you, “It’s my hill and I intend to die on it.”

“One of these days you are going to realize that this grump of yours and his family are treating you with the respect and love you deserve.” Your eyes scanned over your face and she rested a hand on your shoulder, “Your past, forgive the wording, is charred earth. You deserve so much more than you have gotten. Don’t let that limit what you think you deserve.” She poked the rhino, “You are a supernova, bring light, excitement, joy and chaos all at once. Shine, and let them help you. Just have to, settle your roots, you’re strong, take the wind.”

“You do realize I slide in the wind?”

“I will take the joke as a sign you’re letting that soak in a minute.” You rolled your eyes and turned to pass the crew on the show ahead of yours exiting the booths.

“I will be asking about how it went with Dis again later.” You teased making her grumble and watch as you settled your Rhino adorably up against your mic stand on top of your bag.

Behind the closed door Thorin turned around and got to rinsing off the dishes you had left in the sink he added to your washer. Tidying up a little bit and ensuring the pan he had used to cook the breakfast he added to the washer then turned to go and check on Roac. Along the way however he paused curious about those shelves and turned to see your sisters’ room. Instantly a smirk ghosted across his lips once inside seeing the peach and sparkly silver shelves that from where the bed would be he could see the full effect of the sprouting starry vines from your sketch you had added to the future bunk bed structure he couldn’t wait to see added. Small touches, simple shelves customized by you to blend in more of what he could imagine your clan to be like.

Through the other rooms there wasn’t much changed past the painting filled atrium around your piano. Each one he got a close look at then turned for the theater grinning at the incredible paintings signed with the same pear in the corner except for one with a gemstone under a night scene of a man on one knee proposing to a woman under a grand cherry tree. He knew the symbolism in it, or at least the Hobbit symbolism to it. It was possibly a wish for a fruitful union for you, assuming that it was your mother who had painted it for you. The night scene with scarce stars painted were to suggest it was a bond solely between the two, a faithful and devoted lover for you. Though in the doorway of the theater finding Roac still napping and it occurred to him that it might have been simply a scene of her own proposal to Cirdan.

From there he turned to your living room recognizing your media player that with the projector turned on he put on a random show he lowered the sound on and switched the radio on to your station and in the end of the show before yours he went to steal a glimpse into the greenhouse. Kuu’s house was still empty and contently Balakavallatagh was adorably snuggled up together inside his home in matching nests while the hummingbirds hovered around feeding before returning to their hatchlings. Dot alone slept in the new home set up and fluffed up contently in her new nest with the leaves Roac had chosen laid out just so making him smirk in turning back to the living room.

Onto the couch he settled and listened to the opening scene with a seemingly out of place mission Raul went on his ship the Tibelt by a voice they hadn’t heard often before, the narrator fully describing each moment same as from the epic cannon top proposal earlier in the story. A swashbuckling sword clashing adventure ending with his breaking into the court of Duke Frenn and requesting his aid and then leading them to join in on the search for their dear friend Bunny.

However anticlimactic it seemed next was a heart wrenching interaction between the Countess and Wolsey where she was left weeping when it seemed he was leaving her home with the impression he had given up hope. Though fully packed and ready to go he was heard boarding the Tibelt rousing hope once again that the army to meet up with the still gathering allies. It seemed their efforts could be for naught when Holm was heard shouting that the room you were being kept in was empty with a stone block on the wall missing forming a tunnel outside.

Covering his mouth like so many others Thorin sat with his heart thundering practically seeing Bunny racing through the forest around the hidden keep. Panting with earth crunching and twigs catching on her clothes muddled with echoes of Holm shouting out her name. A sudden gasp from her however cut the show to silence before it ended with a loud bellow sparking chills through everyone listening.

The sign off music played and Thorin’s gaze turned from the radio he shut off to Kuu, just noticed to have joined in on listening to the show whose cheeks puffed up in the start of a big yawn. “Do you listen to the show?”

After his full body shiver Kuu replied, “No. We prefer the book with the images. Off to bed now. Goodbye.”

Thorin chuckled saying, “Goodbye.” Watching him turn and walk back to his house before standing up and stretching his arms right up over his head from being in the same position for so long. Lowering his arms again he strolled through your home and made his way to your study. On a trunk from the doorway he spotted your typewriter, moving closer he felt a magnetic pull to get a closer look to your best friend who helped free you from the prison of your old life.

Around the edges he could feel the gritty scrapes hinting at when it had scuffed rocks and been halfway stripped of its fading former brilliant black paint job. Every inch showing your modifications and touch on repairing the various parts complete with the hatch on the side holding the Khuzdul and Elven character hammer sets to go with those characters etched next to the common tongue characters on the clearly hand engraved and polished keys once coated with gold and wax letter tops long since worn down. Just smoothing his fingers across a few of the keys he couldn’t help but smile sensing the joy just seeped into this little once abandoned machine you rescued and kept safe for so long.

The notepad however coated in Vanyar rune coated drafts clearly for the next in the series were left in the open and forcing himself to turn and inspect your book collection in the collapsing shelves from your open trunks lining the walls. Various languages coated each of the spines in various conditions with one that seemed to hold the oldest collection. Crouching down he smirked pulling out the copy of the leather bound phone book sized book on Durins half bleached by the sun you had found on Ruun. Around that were blank books fully bleached with faded smudged symbols on the spines, one of which he pulled out and smirked at the phone book sized patchwork book in a line with others.

Smoothing his palm across the sand worn cover he opened the front cover and saw the first page of Khuzdul runes hinting that it was the hammer set you first found in the typewriter. The first page had his heart rate slowing at the sentimental note from you introducing this as your first story that you hoped one day you could bring home to your mother. Biting his lip he closed the cover smoothing his palm across it again in turning it to put it back again waiting for the day he hoped you might offer to show him yourself. The sound of an odd chirping sound had him up again and heading through the house back to the theater where he smirked finding Roac awoken by a nature show on sea birds.

Thorin chuckled saying, “Sorry Roac. Kuu must have left it on.”

Roac ruffled his feathers standing up asking, “Has Dot eaten yet?”

“I believe she is still sleeping.”

“Good,” he rose up flapping hard to fly past Thorin, “I can wake her to a feast!” Making the Dwarf smirk in moving closer to turn off the projector and fold your blanket again then move to head back to the living room.

Outside the doorway when you exited, your lips parted seeing the golden strapped and heeled black platform pumps on Echthellion’s palm you took hold of in his deep chuckle, “Where did you find these?”

You looked up at him and said, “Not telling. But they are yours.”

“Thank you.”

He chuckled and tilted his head, “Come on, off for contracts.”

You nodded then pointed at Mal, “I’m finding out what happened.”

She grumbled again and turned to head out to head back to her place readying for another visit from Dain to see BamBam and come see his latest check up at the vet. Following Ecthellion you went to his office and eased your fingers around the pen you were given while he readied the contracts. Already you signed the anonymity pages for him to ready the deal so that all the pages on these contracts had you named as Bunny. Dozens of signatures later and the papers were locked in his case freeing him to stand and walk around the desk to accept your crashing hug before he asked, “What else have I missed?”

In a groan your head fell back and his grin eased out hearing your latest chaotic unfold in your life. “Now not only do I have a giant bear shaped hedge trimmer in my yard I have two Great Owls. Not even mentioning I have one of the rudest courting birds in my house, I swear, if Roac didn’t seem to like her-,”

Ecthellion laughed and gave you another hug you melted into, “Go home, take a nap.”

“I’ll try, but who knows who will show up at my door this time.”

Back into the hall you pulled out your phone and smiled at the pictures of your sisters and mother with their necklaces along with pictures of Cirdan with his shirt and journals making you giggle at the raving reviews of the gifts and pictures you had sent their way. All the way down to the garage again you hugged the rhino to your chest smirking as you eyed your heels from the expensive brand in the lift.

Standing outside of his car with his arms on the hood Frerin was waiting and pointed at you saying, “Ents! I figured it out! The roar!” You giggled and came closer to the car luring his eyes to your shoes and rhino, “More gifts for the show?”

“The rhino is from a wife of our coffee cart guy, he’s out from a surgery. And the shoes are from Ecthellion, said to leave my shoes for the festival to him.”

“Hell of a pair of shoes. Had an ex who loved that style of shoes, so expensive.”

“Every now and then he demands to get me a new pair. I still have some pink ones but they don’t work with the look.” He nodded and you opened the door and lowered inside. “Eager for your flight?”

He chuckled and said, “It’s a flight out for an event then a flight back to get back in time for the festival. Can’t wait to see you fully dolled up.”

“What are you going as?”

“Badger, obviously, mask and all.”

“Adorable,” Making him chuckle again.

“I imagine you are straight off to bed when you get back.”

“May sit up a bit.”

Smirking at you he asked, “So, with the scooter does that mean you would be wearing heels more often?”

“Don’t think I go places often requiring heels.”

“That could always change.” He hummed out and said, “Let’s get you home, Sis.”

A buzz from your phone had you looking at it and saying, “Aviary is thrilled Belly and Darling got on so well.” Inhaling sharply you drew his eye and asked, “Have you seen Zebra Raven mating dance?”

Lowly he chuckled, “No, I have not had the pleasure.”

“They have it, on the site. It was painful to watch,” making him chuckle again. “I love him, but if a guy tried to pick me up dancing like that, I don’t think I’d make it to his bow.” Making him chuckle again, “I mean it’s a nice idea to have guys dance to pick you up but thinking it and doing it would be vastly different.”

“I will note that down, your guy has to be able to dance,” he chuckled at your nudge to his elbow, “Alright, just have an interpretive dance on standby. Got it.”

He chuckled again at your head leaning forward to tap against your rhino’s, “Terrible.”

“I’m teasing, I wouldn’t set you up to be embarrassed, even on another’s behalf, Sis.”

Glancing over you asked, “Did Dis tell you how her meet went with Mal?”

Frerin chuckled, “Not yet, Mal seem shaken?”

“Not shaken, but avoiding. If it went badly she’d be in tears but she’s not saying something.”

Frerin, “No doubt she’s just processing. Big weekend.” He looked at you again, “So that’s how you ended up at the tea shop? Your coffee stand guy got sick?”

“Well, I drink cider at work, coffee makes me jittery. I tend to have panic attacks when I get jittery.” You glanced at him and said, “Not all the time, but it’s like an intense house of terror like they have in theme parks. Brain just imagines things that aren’t creeping up on me.”

“I get like that with espressos. And hot air balloons, can’t even be near them.”

The final turn had him parking in front of the house and he reached over patting your knee, “Get some sleep, Sis.”

Out of the car you climbed and through the winds you slid your way through your propped open front gate and up to your front entrance where you exhaled relaxing in the relief from the force against you. With a final wave his way you let yourself inside seeing him wave back and start to drive off when you eased the door shut. His continued use of the term of sister was shaken off as you hung up your bag and followed the sounds of the show playing to the living room. The room was empty but the whistle of your kettle had you turning for your kitchen to find Thorin there with a grin saying, “Great show. I take it that was our mystery narrator?” You nodded and he asked with a smirk easing out, “Rhino and heels?”

“Ah, heels are for the weekend and the rhino was a gift. Our coffee cart guy is off his feet on medical leave and his wife brought this, show’s been helping keep him distracted.”

“That’s good.” You nodded and set them down on the counter as he said, “Roac brought Dot breakfast. She was pleased.”

“Doubtful,”

He chuckled and said, “She argued the berries weren’t bright enough but ate them anyways. Still good ground to start on. Him and Bala are flying around the back yard giving the girls some time to chat.”

For a few moments your eyes were locked in the silence until he turned to grab the kettle to fill your mug pouring water over your filled whale infuser, “No mug for you?”

He shook his head, “Not this time, had some earlier. I drink any more of your tea and you’ll run out by morning. I will get you more cider and teas,” your lips parted and he said, “I want to. Someone has to make sure you don’t get swindled on some imitation.”

“Well don’t forget your fruit, veggies, jams and bread.”

“I-,” Around the counter you strolled and grabbed one of your reusable totes you started to fill randomly making him chuckle at the hefty amount you set on the counter with a cling wrapped loaf of bread on top.

“Payback is painful isn’t it?” You teased.

And he rumbled back playfully, “Excruciating.”

“Good.” He smirked then looked to Roac in his flight into the kitchen from his stop into the greenhouse.

Proudly the bird landed on Thorin’s shoulder and puffed up saying, “Dot has asked me to leave.”

Your lips parted and Thorin chuckled walking over to stroke his hand down your arm, “Good sign. Thank you for the bag. Enjoy your tea and get some rest. No pressure on coming in tomorrow if you want to stay in.”

“You get some sleep too Mug Dealer.” You looked to Roac, “Thank you, Roac.”

“I am eternally grateful for you finding me my Mate.” Grinning at you while Thorin lifted his bag.

Thorin rumbled another low goodbye and you escorted the pair to the door and made sure they both got in safely before you turned back to your tea. Lifting your whale seeper you cleaned it out and rinsed it off and turned to lift your mug sending off a review of your tea. ‘Surprised by some company at home, but chivalrous as ever my Mug Dealer came to my rescue with another lovely pineappley touch to it.’

Again comments racked up with the usual amused statements egging you on to make a move with your Mug Dealer if you weren’t already together. And you pocketed your phone seeing some of the other shop owners from the expo still puzzled as to who you could be but no less amused by the dynamic involving the surly Dwarf they assumed to be the Dealer in question in need of a good wooing himself. A check on the greenhouse brought Belly to a swing closer to you stroking his head against your cheek before flying off to chase after Darling in another hopeful round for increasing their chance of a large clutch of eggs. Kindly you greeted Dot who eyed you curiously then asked, “Roac has left?”

“Yes.”

She nodded and said, “He certainly flies fearlessly.”

With a nod you replied, “Yes he does.” Taking a sip of your tea while she hopped to the perch outside of her home.

Fluffing up her feathers she said, “I shall not make him struggle too long I think.” Flying down to the ridge around the fountain to inspect the lily pads that she hadn’t seen before, testing if they would hold her or not.

Turning from there you went to check on your hummingbird house grinning at their parents who left you to watch their hatchlings now getting their feathery coating in order signaling in a week or so they could be left without their mothers for longer periods. Though here safe in your warm greenhouse they really didn’t need much heating and there was more than enough food to keep them and hundreds more well fed for generations to come. “Hello little ones.” Various personalities had begun to show already and before long their parents were back to catch their yawns in time for a noon nap signaling your turn back to your kitchen to rinse out your empty mug. To your couch you went to relax to whatever was still playing and slowly drift off into a nap of your own.

“I am pleased with the territory for my dwelling with Dot.” Roac said shifting on the bar on the passenger side of the dashboard in Thorin’s car in his first turn.

“It is an incredible greenhouse.”

“Jack Rabbit has changed the lands to perfection for hatchlings.”

Thorin glanced at him wondering why he had called you that. “Yes, she has. Jack Rabbit?”

“That is what Bala and the others call her. I wish to fit in.”

“Ah,”

Roac’s head tilted looking his friend over, “Have you danced for her yet?”

That had Thorin look back at him, “We do not dance to attract Mates.”

“Singing then? You have a very deep voice, none can bellow as you can. Surely she will choose you.”

With a chuckle he replied, “Thank you, but again, our courting rituals are far more complicated than yours.”

Roac looked forward, “Hmm. She has a fondness for you, the home is-,”

“Roac,” he sighed in catching his friend’s nod, “The necklace she was wearing, I gave it to her.”

That puffed up his feathers giddily, “She is weighing her options then, just as Dot is restraining true impressions on my approval as her Mate! What is the next step I shall assist all I can!”

Wetting his lips Thorin replied, “It is a matter of working the right words at the right moment to agree for a courtship.”

“Words, of course. Poetry, not a song. I have faith in you that the right words might find you to secure her approval.”

Widely he smirked at his friend’s blind faith in him and the situation and rumbled back, “Thank you.”

The rest of the way Roac muttered his plans to finalize courting Dot only making Thorin’s grin deepen as it stirred options in his own ideas concerning you. Once parked he reached over taking hold of the bag first once his door was propped open and then for Roac who hopped onto his arm and walked up to his shoulder to free his hand. Securing the bag he took the short walk up to his apartment, inside which he spotted Frerin in the living room already smirking as he asked, “Ooh, she sent you home with goodies I see.”

Thorin chuckled and set the bag down feeling his stomach clench in Roac’s flight back to his dwelling in Thorin’s room to nap, from the bag he pulled out your bread and a jar for tomato soup and set up the tomatoes to let it simmer as you had. “Apparently this is revenge.”

Frerin on his feet hummed, “Revenge smells good.” Lifting the bread he asked, “She makes her own bread too?”

Thorin nodded and carried the bag to put the rest away in their pantry on a shelf usually left empty now entirely for your goods. “You have not tasted soup like this. So good.”

“She made you soup?”

“She was tired and anxious, comfort food.”

Frerin nodded and came to his brother’s side while he cut the bread just like you had, but left more behind to have some later, “Alone, together, cooking, details?”

Thorin sighed and looked at Frerin, “It was nice. Late night cooking, it was cozy. She was half asleep and the soup was incredible, grilled cheese too. She cooked we cleaned up and then handled the arrivals together.”

“That’s sounds perfect. I’m glad she called you.”

“So am I, even if Bala was the one who nominated Roac for his wingman and I’m just his chauffer, I have no clue how I could have handled being surprised like that.”

Frerin shook his head, “You and me both,” going to smell the soup, “This all she sent?” Then turned to head into the pantry to look at what you had sent.

Thorin’s eye however went to the box on the living room table and he smirked using his keys to open the package from which he pulled the cd out of. Across the cover a honey haired woman seated at the piano of singing stones in a brilliant silvery orange blend, clearly an older version of you. With you in a pink gown with strips laying delicately across your shoulders holding the dress above its drastic dip in the back lined with silver accenting gems matching those on the edges of the mermaid skirt. Facing the large mic they were left with just the silhouette of your face and sight of your lit up snowy curls braided up into an intricate bun.

Breaking the plastic wrap on it that dropped into the open box he switched on the disk player and put it on turning Frerin’s head at the intro of the ethereal piano. Taking hold of the case Thorin passed him he smirked as his brother focused on the soup he gave its first stir. Each and every song until the soup was served up building up their adoration for you upon discovering another of your hidden talents. Their own hums blended into the mix while enjoying the finished meal, only pausing when chills ran up their backs hearing the intro to the song that had been played on the Bunny show making the pair look at the track number to know the name of the song Frerin pulled up translated lyrics for on his phone only warming their hearts more. Fully cleaned up at the end of the disc Thorin took his box and the cd to his room to listen to again later on his way to dropping onto his bed once his heavy boots were taken off.

Curiosity had gotten the better of you and upon waking up after sunset you brushed your hair out of your face and walked out to your back yard. Under the lights of the gentle glowing lanterns you walked the pathway back to the seating area already hearing Hector adjusting his wings on his exiting of their new home. Bright eyes landed on you and he turned fully at your brief wave, “Hello. Just wanted to check in, see how you liked your first day.”

Hector gave you a soft grin stepping closer and extending his wing to the side, “Come and see our changes.”

You nodded and came closer flashing another grin and wave at his mate upon stepping up into the seating area listening to all Hector and her had put into the area to make it comfy for their eggs. The trio that she revealed to you in their trade off on warming them on her way to the yard to stretch fully. Hector’s head tilted seeing you eyeing the eggs, “We would allow you to touch them.”

You looked up at him with a spreading grin, “Thank you,” knowing fully most birds would never allow someone to touch their eggs. But crawling carefully into the nest you got a better look and crouched down closing your eyes to listen to the warm eggs one at a time. “They sound very strong.” Climbing out again you asked, “Nearly time, right?”

They both nodded and she said, “We have agreed, should our daughter accept Kuu we would allow her to remain here with you. Our home has many daughters, she would find plenty and comfort here where we could always visit.”

“That’s so thoughtful, if that’s what you would wish for her. I would take very good care of her.”

Hector grinned at you, “We know. You have been most kind, the others, they tended me but did not see what we needed in that dwelling.” Settling carefully down on top of the eggs his feathers folded around.

“Yes, they have told me they might be taking some tips from my own dwelling. Especially for Striped Ravens, when they can find them. Their numbers are so low.”

She asked, “Your Raven has mated well?”

You nodded, “Yes, they took to each other right away. They seem very happy planning for eggs.” On her way to go search the nearby stream for fish you said, “Enjoy your night, I’m going to make some dinner myself.”

To which Hector answered, “Eat well, do not worry your mate will surely return to claim himself as yours soon.” Giggling to yourself mentally you walked back to the house catching sight of her one legged giddy hop with fish still wiggling in her foot she showed off to Hector. Dinner was pulled together, a thick stew using up more of your jarred goods and bread before you cleaned up and headed to your bedroom to change and lay in bed to a film waiting to fall asleep again knowing you needed more rest.

Pt 26

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Astrology: Moon Sign- Nurturing

The Moon in a birth chart is symbolic of many things. It tells us about our most basic personality and habitual life patterns. It’s our instincts, our memory - where we are most comfortable. It represents our physical body as well as holding the key to our emotional well being.

In a child’s chart, the Moon is actually more important than the Sun sign for the first seven years of life. This is because children are more connected to their feelings, moods, and instinctual rhythms and haven’t yet learned how to incorporate the Sun sign into developing their higher personality. Children this young are still drawing heavily from their past life experiences, and the Moon, along with the Nodes of the Moon is most indicative of these experiences.

In a man’s chart the Moon tells us what he requires emotionally from a woman. In both sexes it tells us what is required for the individual to feel nurtured and gives insight into how that individual experienced his own mother. And for a woman it speaks volumes about the type of mother she has the potential to be as well has how she perceives motherhood.

What follows is a summary of how an individual will nurture others, as well as how he most easily feels nurtured and protected. Also included is a description of how each Moon sign may have perceived his mother. As always, please remember these summaries are general and may be colored heavily by the aspects in the individual chart to the Moon as well as other factors in the chart such as house placement of the Moon. If your Moon, for example, is in Taurus in the 9th house, you should read for both Taurus as well as Sagittarius because that is the sign naturally ruling the 9th house. You can get a deeper picture this way.

Once you learn some basic characteristics of your own Moon sign, or your child’s, my hope is that you will achieve a greater understanding of your emotional self, along with the emotional self inherent in those you love and nurture.

The Moon in Aries

You’re the type of mother who wants her children to achieve great things. Perhaps not the most patient of mothers, you can always be counted on for your honesty and your courage. You may not be home baking apple pie all day, but you are sure to be involved and active in your children’s lives. Others may call you spirited, and rightly so – you are never afraid of a challenge or to tread over new territory. You may see “red” when it comes to protecting and fighting for your children and never hesitate to be the warrior in their life.

You feel most nurtured when cultivating your strong, independent spirit. Being in a position of leadership is where you feel safe.

You probably perceived your mother as a strong, dominant figure in your life – perhaps sometimes pushy but definitely vibrant!

The Moon in Taurus

You are the eternal “earth mother”, and meeting your child’s needs is top priority. Patient and strong willed enough to follow through when it comes to the discipline involved in raising those little ones, your children will grow to see you as their rock. You are so steady in your nurturance, how can they resist leaning on you for support?

Despite being one of the most natural mothers in the zodiac, there is the chance you may not know how or when to let your children go. Possessive mothering may be your shadow.

You feel most nurtured when surrounded by creature comforts. I can see you now, sitting in your lush backyard on your garden swing, inhaling the delicate scents of nature after a light spring rain. A chenille blanket is wrapped around you and you have a box of your favorite chocolates near you. Now you feel safe.

You perceived your own mother as emotionally strong and devoted. She was practical, calm, and security conscious.

The Moon in Gemini

You’re the mother who’s never home. Always running around, sometimes a bit scattered, it’s important for you to nurture your children by feeding their minds and giving them access to all sorts of knowledge. Your mothering strengths lie in your versatility and shrewd manner. It’s natural for you to possess the dualistic ability to “go with the flow”, yet at the same time, nothing will get past you!

You may be somewhat jittery as a mom – prone to nervous tension. You nurture yourself when you are talking on the phone with a friend, pouring over the daily newspaper, a best seller, or gearing up to take the latest adult education class.

You saw your mother as intelligent, mentally stimulating, and always busy.

The Moon in Cancer

The Moon is at home in this sign and it has been said that Cancer Moon (or Sun) makes the best mother in terms of ability to nurture. You are a sensitive mom, able to intuit your child’s every need and emotion – and have the instinct to usually meet these needs as well!

Protective, yet easy going and sociable, you are capable of creating a nest for your family that is the ultimate home. Your mothering “shadow” lies in the fact that you may be too much of a good thing. Yes, there is such a thing as “over-mothering”, and you may have perfected the art.

You feel most nurtured when free to express your ever changing moods, and when you can lead in nurturing anything – whether it be a person, a project, a career or a pet.

You probably perceived your mother to be the best one in the neighborhood.

The Moon in Leo

You’re the mother who appears larger than life; generous, warm hearted and full of pride for your little ones. In many ways, you’re an eternal child, and you’re probably your child’s favorite playmate. Although eager to nurture your child’s special talents (and of course your child has many), you should also be aware of the danger in trying to push your children into the spotlight in hopes to fulfill any of your own unrealized ambitions. Nevertheless, you teach your children the value of leadership and respect as well as a love for the traditions in your family.

You feel most nurtured when you’re able to shine – when you capture the attention of a crowd and are recognized for your own many talents!

You probably saw your mother as extremely creative, and sometimes a real “drama queen”. She was also a woman of deep tradition and no doubt passed them onto you.

The Moon in Virgo

You’re the type of mother who is always serving and taking care of others. Perhaps also working outside of the home, you are orderly, efficient, and attentive to the details necessary to run a smooth household. You have high standards and expectations for your children – and constantly strive to make them the best they can be.

Because you have perfectionist standards regarding your own mothering ability, you can sometimes be too hard on yourself. You may also be a bit hypochondriac concerning your children’s health – perhaps even jumping at the slightest sniffle.

And yet, because you are self-contained, you teach your children the value of self-sufficiency and because you are so analytical, your children will learn to appreciate the details in life. And your need to serve can result in some of the most humble children – always willing to lend a helping hand.

You probably saw your mother as a bit critical and nagging at times. Proper and conservative, with a strong desire to care for the family, she may have gone unnoticed as one of the most devoted mothers. It would have been ok with her; her satisfaction comes from knowing she raised her children right.

The Moon in Libra

Libra Moon mothers are often the family peacemakers. Family harmony is of the utmost importance to you and those sibling rivalry squabbles between your children can drive you crazy! You may romanticize motherhood in some way and over pamper your children as well, but you are charming, calm and unsurpassed in teaching your children social etiquette.

You feel most nurtured when you are respected for your judgment, acknowledged for your fairness, and above all listened to!

You experienced your mother as somewhat over pleasing to everyone in her life to avoid conflict – perhaps even a pushover. She was however, very loving and emotionally vested in her children.

The Moon in Scorpio

You are intense! This Moon placement often signifies a deep emotional nature that is difficult for others to read – you simply won’t allow access. As a mother it could translate into you always knowing what is going on in your child’s mind. You may be two steps ahead of them – no one can fool you.

Your children will learn great emotional strength from you and you teach them the value of inner strength and fortitude. Your shadow may be in your need to control your children too much and perhaps even manipulate them emotionally (this may even be unconscious).

You won’t feel nurtured until you learn to trust and this is often a very difficult lesson for Scorpio Moon. You can tell yourself that you feel safe only when you keep your wall up and don’t allow anyone into your world of deep emotions, but I don’t buy it. I really believe that to experience true nurturance you might have to transcend this “safety net”. Perhaps your children will teach you this lesson. And if you do learn this lesson, it must be learned at your own pace – no one can force you to do anything.

You may have perceived your mother as abandoning you in some way – either physically or emotionally. You may have even felt unwanted as a child. If you had a positive experience of your mother, she may have still been somewhat mysterious to you.

The Moon in Sagittarius

You’re a fun mom – no two ways about it! You understand the value of children playing, yet at the same time have an unsurpassed love of knowledge for its own sake and you’re eager to pass this love onto your children. An eternal optimist, you teach your children the value of believing in themselves and having faith in the world as well as a higher power. You love to travel and may travel often with your little ones!

You may however, have such a great need for your own freedom, that it creates difficulty in your mothering – especially during those early years when the little ones are always with you. Yes it’s easy for you to let your children go, and encourage them to attain their own independence bur be aware that this must happen when they are ready for it – not when you are.

You feel most nurtured when allowed to roam about and this is why motherhood can sometimes be difficult to balance for you. During the times you feel your freedom is restricted, you can nurture yourself in other ways: perhaps by learning about a subject matter that helps you answer some of your deep, philosophical questions about the universe. You also feel nurtured when acknowledged for your wisdom, so teaching your children anything will give you great comfort.

You perceived your own mother as adventurous and fun as well as spiritual and philosophical. She always had questions – and she didn’t stop searching until she found the answers.

The Moon in Capricorn

You are certainly serious about mothering! Practical and no-nonsense in your approach, you take your role as an authority figure to a level some other Moon signs can never attain. You’re a hard worker and your children will grow to look up to, and admire you in many ways. You are sure to raise children that understand the importance and value of responsibility and self-sufficiency.

The shadow here is that you may have little patience for the childish antics, and sometimes miss out on your child’s need for love and companionship because you are too busy fulfilling your “responsibilities” as a mother – which are, of course, never-ending.

You may also be prone to depression or pessimistic thinking, perhaps having even experienced restrictions or limitations in your ability to mother in some way.

You feel most nurtured when you have clearly defined boundaries, and when you are recognized for your accomplishments, and when your feelings are received by others in a practical manner.

You probably experienced your mother as somewhat restricting – perhaps she suffered from depression or had restrictive life experiences during your upbringing. She was a hard worker and responsible, able to wait for life’s rewards and certainly not afraid to earn them.

The Moon in Aquarius

You're not the typical soccer mom – that’s for sure! Maybe you’re not "weird", but you are unusual in some way. Definitely liberated and not one to be “barefoot and pregnant”, you will teach your children the value of independent thinking, freedom and your children may grow to see you as more of a friend than the usual, mother type.

Because you are ahead of your time, you open up a world of possibilities for your children that more traditional moms haven’t even considered. Your cool, emotional detachment doesn’t mean you can’t express love for your children (although it may be an issue), but it does mean you inherently value your child as an individual and aren’t caught up in children being an extension of yourself. Since smothering is so detestable to your character, your shadow may lie in recognizing that children do need to be treated like children from time to time – they aren’t miniature adults!

You feel most nurtured when you are appreciated and respected for your intelligence and individuality.

You saw your own mother as a bit strange, or she may have been a genius. She was certainly fixed in her temperament and whatever she believed in, she will always believe in.

The Moon in Pisces

You are a sensitive mother, absorbing your child’s every emotion and wound. This is the most emotional placement of the moon and while your compassion for your children is unsurpassed, there is the possibility that you are over sensitive and take things too personally. You may fall into the victim or martyr role, depending on the rest of the chart and your children are either born to be saved by you, or to save you. You are mystic and often psychically sensitive as well with a rich imagination so you are usually creating wonderful bedtime stories for your children, or games of make believe in some fantasy world. The shadow lies in your ability to actually come out of this world and take on the real responsibilities of motherhood that are more practical.

You have a tremendous gift of teaching your children to develop their imagination and spirituality and you feel most nurtured when you are allowed access to your dream world, and treated as the fragile person you are.

You probably never really saw your own mother very clearly. She, like you, was either the rescuer of the family, or needed to be rescued in some way because of mental illness, or an addictive behavior. She was certainly one of the most compassionate people around – just like you!

Much love to all... go in peace my friends 💕💕

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How you want to be Nurtured based on your Moon Sign

The Moon in Aries

You feel most nurtured when cultivating your strong, independent spirit. Being in a position of leadership is where you feel safe.

You probably perceived your mother as a strong, dominant figure in your life – perhaps sometimes pushy but definitely vibrant!

The Moon in Taurus

Despite being one of the most natural mothers in the zodiac, there is the chance you may not know how or when to let your children go. Possessive mothering may be your shadow.

You perceived your own mother as emotionally strong and devoted. She was practical, calm, and security conscious.

The Moon in Gemini

You saw your mother as intelligent, mentally stimulating, and always busy.

The Moon in Cancer

You feel most nurtured when free to express your ever changing moods, and when you can lead in nurturing anything – whether it be a person, a project, a career or a pet.

You probably perceived your mother to be the best one in the neighborhood.

The Moon in Leo

You feel most nurtured when you’re able to shine – when you capture the attention of a crowd and are recognized for your own many talents!

You probably saw your mother as extremely creative, and sometimes a real “drama queen”. She was also a woman of deep tradition and no doubt passed them onto you.

The Moon in Virgo

The Moon in Libra

You feel most nurtured when you are respected for your judgment, acknowledged for your fairness, and above all listened to!

You experienced your mother as somewhat over pleasing to everyone in her life to avoid conflict – perhaps even a pushover. She was however, very loving and emotionally vested in her children.

The Moon in Scorpio

The Moon in Sagittarius

You perceived your own mother as adventurous and fun as well as spiritual and philosophical. She always had questions – and she didn’t stop searching until she found the answers.

The Moon in Capricorn

You may also be prone to depression or pessimistic thinking, perhaps having even experienced restrictions or limitations in your ability to mother in some way.

You feel most nurtured when you have clearly defined boundaries, and when you are recognized for your accomplishments, and when your feelings are received by others in a practical manner.

The Moon in Aquarius

You feel most nurtured when you are appreciated and respected for your intelligence and individuality.

You saw your own mother as a bit strange, or she may have been a genius. She was certainly fixed in her temperament and whatever she believed in, she will always believe in.

The Moon in Pisces

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iprincezzinuyoukai · 5 years

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Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Chapter I

I know, it's been a few months since I updated a fanfic, but this one was taking me a long time to write, edit, etc. At the end of writing there were almost 7,000 words, and at the end of writing there were 6,700 \_(ヅ)_/¯

I think everyone was waiting for the final confrontation, well I'm going to take a slightly different route than some other fanfics did.

I'm not sure that the second part will be published soon, I only have half written and a few notes. With luck only one month... SORRY!

Well, I leave you with this really long chapter (´・ω・`) Love you!

As always, this goes to my AO3 (same username)

Maddie remembered her childhood pretending to be a wild animal living in its natural habitat than a princess living in a castle, watching wildlife documentaries with Andrew, and camping in the woods for the whole summer.

At that time Maddie knew that she wanted a job similar to her Father’s, however she was sure that she’d never be a nature photographer. She was always looking for things she could touch, that could be in her grasp. A veterinarian or zoologist seemed like the best career for her in her future.

Then Godzilla appeared, changing her world and everyone else’s. Titans who were older than mankind, who were Gods at some point in the past.

Andrew perished in Los Angeles, the relationship between her Mother and Father strained. Then her Mother came in one day, and said to pack her things because they were going on a trip, her Father also said goodbye to her, he’d his bags packed, too — But he didn’t go with them.

Her parents had divorced.

So for the coming years Madison lived in the outposts distributed around the world, until they finally settled in Yunnan, China, a few miles from the Moth Temple. Talking with her Father from time to time, at first with postcards, and once she’d access to a cell phone by E-mail.

Things seemed to be going well. At least that’s what she thought. But her Mother had become involved with a strange, cold-looking man, who shared the same ideals as her. The dream for a new world. Emma mentioned a better world, one where humans and Titans could coexist. And that dream cost her her life.

Madison must have seen it coming. Yet in some way, that dream seemed to come true with Godzilla as the King of the Monsters.

Mark would go back to Monarch only if he and Maddie got away from all this. The world opened up to the idea of living with the Titans and her Father wanted her to live a normal life. Well, she couldn’t blame him, they lost half their family, friends, innocent lives during the awakening.

And maybe he was right.

At night she’d wake up anxious, breathless, choking, the sound of thunder resonating in her ears, and the smell of salt water — It was her tears, but part of her related it with the rain. Madison didn’t know whether to tell her Father, he already had enough trouble dealing with a judge, as well as working with Monarch to try to locate Alan Jonah.

She was sure that she’d died for an instant in Boston. Her house collapsed on her, and somehow she was still alive. She could swear she’d heard someone sing, it was more like a humming or the sound crickets make, though.

As her new classmates didn’t know anything about her past in Boston, or with Monarch or even anything related, except that she lived in China but she didn’t speak Chinese, blending into her school was normal. And as she expected, everyone kept mentioning the Titans. Most of her classmates hadn’t seen a Titan, only on television, Internet, and only one had been evacuated from Boston.

Maddie preferred to keep quiet, and only gave short answers, as much as she wanted to talk about the Titans, especially Godzilla or Mothra, she knew she could get into trouble, and the last thing she needed was to worry her Father.

Chen was one of the few people at Monarch who kept in touch with her. Madison told her everything she couldn’t tell her Father, Chen knew she needed someone who would listen to her until she’d tell her Father. Other times she’d tell her about what she’d do when she and her Father will return to Castle Bravo — She wasn’t a patient girl, but she could be if she wanted to, she’d sit by the ocean, waiting for Godzilla’s trail.

Chen informed her that they weren’t at Castle Bravo, with the exception of a staff chosen by her to guard the base, most of them moved to Isla de Mara. In the last few months, Isla de Mara had fallen and risen due to the presence of the Titans, especially Rodan, near his volcano were found an old mine of what they supposed to have been gold, but now it was something else. The fishing didn’t seem to be the same since the Oxygen Destroyer hit, the few fish that returned its meat had become bitter.

So, at first, Madison thought that Ghidorah had been causing trouble, probably in their never-ending hunt for Godzilla, but the King must have been dozing off somewhere — Following that, Chen told her about the eggs.

Ghidorah’s and Rodan’s offspring.

The thought was so strange and yet so curious, how was it possible? — She already knew how, her childhood was full of nature documentaries — It was more to do with the fact that Ghidorah is an alien. As far as most could see, Rodan seemed more excited to await the birth of their offspring, (presenting the behavior of an aviary parent), than Ghidorah, the hydra preferred long days off Isla de Mara or simply didn’t approach the nest, prefering to rest at the other mountain, and rarely approached the eggs.

It seemed a coincidence that on the day of her arrival the eggs hatched, and that eighteen titans were born, what’s more she proudly named them — And that made Ghidorah leave, this time they seemed really upset, not when they saw her with the ORCA, she could sense their killer instinct towards her, instead towards their children she saw rejection.

Why had Ghidorah abandoned their hatchlings? They didn’t have the paternal instinct that Rodan seemed to have, but it still didn’t make Madison any less nervous. She’d seen documentaries where parents or predators ate their young — She ended up crying usually — So if Rodan hadn’t been there, Ghidorah would have gotten what they wanted.

Ghidorah was soon put to one side when it leaked to the press about the birth of the Dorats, no one but Monarch’s staff knew it. Chen not only had to deal with another trial, but the threat that Jonah or someone else would try to capture the Dorats.

Madison didn’t think anyone would actually try to kidnap the cubs of a Titan, especially considering that Titan was a volcanic-stone pterodactyl, that could destroy buildings like a tornado, and used to had human sacrifices.

However, Mark told her that she should worry about things unrelated to the Titans, and that she better go out and enjoy Isla de Mara and its surroundings, Maddie would have preferred to help the agents the way she did in China — But at the same time Ghidorah returned; Unlike what her worst fears had grieved her, the three-headed hydra didn’t return to harm their offspring, but rather to protect them.

It didn’t take a genius to know why the poachers got close to the volcano, even if it was the gold ore, they might as well have raided a wagon, let alone who should have hired them. Despite that, without their bodies — Since Ghidorah and Rodan had feasted on them — Monarch had no clue or idea who might have leaked the information.

The only good thing was that Ghidorah was back, and this time, it seemed for the best.

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Trueno was the first to wake up, he was always the first in everything. Firstborn, first to dive into the lava, first to learn to flap his wings, and first to fly. So as soon as the sun appeared over Isla de Mara, he ran through the nest, awakening his siblings.

His parents were already awake, especially the three-headed dragon. Ghidorah almost never slept — They did rest, often Nebulosa had joined them when she didn’t want to play with her siblings, being underneath them made her feel safe — Most nights, after Rodan had settled them in the nest, the youngling could see the hydra take flight all over the island, flying majestically, and then land elegantly at the feet of the volcano, and rest.

Ghidorah never had the need to sleep, surely when they were young, and wandering through space they slept enough, given that once they fell on this planet sleep was no longer necessary, perhaps because it was an unknown place and anything was a threat to them. Even eating was a nuisance, the radiation from this planet was enough food, though they did devour some other rival and insect that crossed their path or tried to fight against them.

Now that they’d a mate and offspring to protect they couldn’t afford to lose to the Weak King, not until they’d defeated him and killed him, not until they were sure no one else would rise up against them.

Ghidorah rose from their place, being followed by a few of their younglings. The three-headed alien spread their wings to fly around the volcano, then get lost into the clouds, and start another day, taking care of their nest and herd.

Rodan watched his mates, while biting the little ones who tried to fly to follow them. Their wings weren’t strong enough, yet, their bodies had finally gotten used to the lava, and Rodan wasn’t sure how far and high their young would reach.

Even though Ghidorah could be a good father, they were in other ways rough, as the younglings grew up Ghidorah got a bit mean when they played with their offspring — Not that it bothered them, the little ones actually found it funnier — Rodan had to bit or growl at them when things were getting out of hand.

Like when Ghidorah had tried to teach them how to fly, throwing Rubí away from the volcano, thankfully Rodan was close by so the youngling was unharmed, however the others thought it was fun to try, so Rodan had to put a stop to it, and show them how to do it.

His parents were loving, but impatient. When he was a hatchling he was the last to fly, he’d broken his wings and part of his beak the first time he tried, watching from his nest as his siblings flew alongside their parents — Even though being the runt was what made Manda forgive his life.

It was a cruel joke, Rodan thought sometimes, that Manda would let him live when any of his siblings had a better chance of surviving, they were bigger than him, they were faster at flying, and they were better hunters than him — And now he was bigger than his parents ever were.

The last time he faced Manda, the sea serpent was about to devour a group of human travelers, and although those creatures were indifferent to Rodan, all of them ended up worshipping him as soon as he made the snake bleed and flee, becoming his first worshippers, even raising a human nest over the lake. Rodan decided to stay for a while in the nearby volcano, healing his wounds.

Soon after Rodan decided it’d be time to return to his volcano, some of his worshippers decided to follow him, settling on what’s now Isla de Mara.

Ghidorah returned, Ni brought a few gulls that they captured in their hunt, one that another was still alive, they were teaching the younglings how to hunt, and Ghidorah was proud when their young devoured their prey as fiercely as they’d have done.

The young gathered around Ghidorah’s claws, waiting for the moment. As soon as the seagulls fell on the volcanic floor, the younglings pounced on them. Cometa and Relámpago preferred to hunt those who were still conscious.

Observing that their young were eagerly eating, Rodan spread his wings and took flight around Isla de Mara.

Watching the coast and the reefs, looking up to the sky, in search of — Rodan had no idea who, maybe it was just paranoia, but as much as he tried to cover up that bad feeling, he’d felt it, he’d felt the moment that shell broke, and the earth beneath shook; If any of the others felt it too, Rodan couldn’t be sure.

Running away had been an idea he came up with on a sleepless night, but it was immediately discarded, this volcano had been his home, and no matter how many volcanoes were out there, Rodan always returned to his nest in Mara.

Ni roared.

Rodan screeched, descending to the volcano to be received by his mates, nuzzling the three heads, until Ghidorah spread their wings and flew away from Isla de Mara, lost in the clouds, and the sound of thunder in the distance. Satisfied with their work as hunter and teacher.

If Ghidorah found out about Godzilla’s offspring, the alien would go on to continue their hunt, in hopes of fighting him. Rodan preferred his mates to remain in the darkness of the matter, because in case Godzilla headed towards his volcano, Rodan preferred to have Ghidorah by his side.

Rayo ran towards the edge of the volcano, roaring in the direction where Ghidorah flew away, and returned to play with his siblings, a few were still feasting on the remains of the seagulls. Once there were more bones than flesh the younglings began to chase each other, competing to be the first, calling out to their winged Father, flapping their wings to fly near him.

Rodan returned to his nest, grooming his wings, small scales falling over the volcano’s caldera, he’d seen his worshippers’ descendants collect them during the night along with the gold metal they extracted from his volcano.

Once his work on his wings was done he’d take one of the little ones and help them remove that green fur from their bellies, even though it’d eventually fall, the little ones had to learn how to keep their scales clean.

A known, annoying noise was heard near the volcano.

Another tiny, metal insects were flying over the volcano. Rodan growled at the sight of the object lurking near his young. The humans have an interest in their young, however since the time they tried to kidnap them, neither Rodan nor Ghidorah would allow another offense like that.

The armour of his wings shined bright red, opening his beak and ejecting fireballs at the metallic insect, one of them plummet into the lava, the younglings didn’t hesitate for a second to dive into the lava to try to get it first.

Rodan watched his young bite and destroy the human machine, they’d be good hunters, they could survive in the world outside, find other volcanoes to claim them as their own, make their own nests, but most of all, they’d live.

And as long as their younglings learned that, Rodan would be satisfied that he did a good job.

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“Why do we bother spending so much money on these spawns?” Mark asked, putting his hand over his forehead while the other hand removed his headphones.

“Because otherwise we can say goodbye to Monarch.” Stanton spoke, turning around in his spinning chair. “We have to keep the top ranks happy.” The doctor mentioned, clearly being sarcastic, “And since Godzilla isn’t here to keep all the Titans at bay, we have to assure them that we can handle some babies. A mistake and it’s the end for Monarch.”

The doors opened, letting Chen and Coleman inside the place.

The mythologist had returned from a new trial, this time regarding the poachers, their likely connection to Alan Jonah, and a possible traitor among their ranks, as Stanton had begun to call them.

Many of their colleagues lost their lives after the awakening, then the resignations followed, and it was after that they’d to make public the information they’d about the Titans. Whoever the traitor may be, they didn’t like the way Monarch had to work now; Most scientists refused to kill the Titans as soon as they woke up — So if someone decided to ally with an eco-terrorist group that wants to save these creatures at the cost of innocent lives, it seemed justified.

Monarch had been fighting terrorist, the black market, and smuggling groups for years, rescuing everything they could, but many times those organizations had either moved everything to another location or they’d already destroyed everything.

At first it seemed that everything was fine — Until Admiral Xavier (He’d taken the position when Admiral Stenz was presumed dead in Boston) asked about Godzilla’s whereabouts. After Mothra’s egg hatched, she, together with Godzilla disappeared, in Infant Island, with only her Mother and Aunt keeping her up with the news. Then Colonel Markim demanded that Monarch should watch better over the King of the monsters, and if they could rely on him to support humanity when another calamity hit.

Chen tried to stay calm, though, her eyes showed anger as Coleman whispered in her ear that Sergeant Hilton wouldn’t stop whispering about them. And how could she? The military tried to set up a base at Infant Island, a sacred place, not to mention the distrust they still had on the Titans, especially Godzilla.

Luckily Coleman stepped in, saying the trial was about Alan Jonah’s whereabouts. “The real threat.” He emphasized. Monarch never got Rodan’s and Ghidorah’s mating montage or Coleman would have threatened to play the footage.

Days after the failed abduction of the infant Titans, agents who were still in Germany reported the sightings of highly suspicious people hovering in the area where Methuselah once hibernated. Whether it was Jonah or a new group, Monarch had already sent their forces to Europe, hoping to cover a vast area before they decided to flee.

Other sightings around Loch Ness had been reported, as well as suspicious fishing boats approaching Skull Island.

Maddie listened while in her hands were various documents that she was to file later. It wasn’t the summer job she expected, but at least it kept her busy all day and she’d access to information not officially published.

Previously Stanton had left her in charge of the monitors and trackers, she’d no idea how many drones she’d broken, Stanton couldn’t help, but laughing when she crashed one against Ghidorah’s right head, moments later Mark scolded both of them telling them how dangerous it might have been if the drone hadn’t landed on the coast.

She’d have preferred to be with the others on expeditions, but her Father had refused, arguing how dangerous it could become. They weren’t sure that the alien dragon would recognize her, but since Ghidorah was determined to kill her after they destroyed the ORCA, Mark wouldn’t expose his daughter to such a monster, no matter how much she wanted to be close to their offspring.

Chen finished talking and they all returned to their respective jobs, muttering among themselves as she left the room.

“Not everyone liked when Serizawa took office, either.” Stanton assured her, trying to encourage her, when she returned from her first trial after Boston. “Of course not everyone is a psychic.”

She hoped that things would improve soon. Her grandmother always said that people appreciate the Sun after a long, dark night.

Madison glanced at Coleman sit next to her, as tired as Chen. This job isn’t easy. “Is everything fine?” Maddie dared to ask.

“Yes, of course… Just...” Coleman answered absent-minded, not so sure of his words.

“They’re idiots, aren’t they?” Maddie spoke, loudly enough.

“Madison —” Mark scolded her, Stanton rolled his eyes, hiding a smirk.

“But it’s the truth.” The teenager defended her position and went back to see Coleman, with a look of understanding, “Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go ape-shit?” Maddie asked, with a smile from ear to ear.

They heard Stanton choke in his drink and Mark slapping him on the back as he told him that those words Maddie had learned from him.

Coleman laughed, feeling the tension fade from his shoulders, “Like Kong? I think a giant ape is more than enough.”

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Chen massaged her temple, waiting in front of the coffee machine for her cup.

She tried to concentrate, to disappear all the noise around her, to transform it into white noise, but as before, there was nothing. At first she thought it was the stress of work, however her sister had also failed to contact her Mother or Aunt.

They needed to talk, Chen needed to know what was happening in Infant Island right now, she needed to tell them about the military’s plans... They’d never before had problems with their psychic powers, for their family it was natural and basic, as if it were breathing and walking. Now, the fact that she’s cut off from her family made her feel lonely, like a ship that sank and moves adrift with no idea if it’ll ever touch land.

The sound of a chair dragged made her open her eyes, Maddie was sitting in front of her, Chen rearranged her composure, drinking her coffee, noticing that it was warm, how long was she unconscious?

For a few seconds there was silence between them, but Chen had known Maddie since she was a toddler, and the soon-to-be-priestess knew that Maddie wouldn’t be silent for so long if it wasn’t because she was worried.

“Do they intend to use the Oxygen Destroyer again?” Maddie finally asked, her eyes showing concern.

Oh, God no, she hoped that never ever it’d be used again, Serizawa had hated his son’s project, the aquatic fauna of Mara was affected, and if it weren’t for the Titans’ natural radiation maybe Mara would have ended up being the new Chernobyl, she couldn’t imagine what would happen if a second one fell in the same place. “I assure you, Maddie, as long as I am in charge I won’t allow them to use it again.”

If that reassured Maddie, it was hard to know. “So,” She spoke, nervous and shy, but with a rising smile, “If someone wanted me to join their exploration group, someone my Dad trusts, who’s a good leader, and don't touch my “self-destruct” button — ” Maddie air-quoted.

Even if it was for a second, Maddie was determined to meet the Dorats, she was stronger than anyone Chen has ever meet, she’s indeed her parents’ daughter, and made her proud. But still, Chen wouldn’t sign anything without Mark being aware or not allowing it, it was his daughter’s safety, and Maddie lived firsthand what no one her age should.

“Even if you have that permit you need to train — ”

“I have training!” Madison interrupted, startling Chen, “When I was with my mom she took me every day to run in the jungle, I was in the riskiest places known, I even learned to boxing — ”

“I know what you’ve done, Maddie,” And you’re stronger than anyone for all that, that’s what she’d have liked to tell her, “I promise you maybe some other day we’ll go to the volcano — Just… Not today, Maddie.”

Maddie shook her head, she could feel the room falling into a tense atmosphere, the animated noise around her was like a soundtrack that shouldn't be playing at the time. “What were you trying to do?” The teenager asked, “The moment I stepped in, I mean.”

While the new outpost on Isla de Mara wasn’t as large as the previous one on the volcano, not everyone knew of her lineage and perhaps seeing her in the state she was in before could be another reason to distrust her leadership, and even if she lied to Madison — Even if people kept things from her, Madison found the truth, often in the worst possible way. “There’s some disturbance on Infant Island.”

“How do you know?” Madison was aware of Chen’s lineage and their relationship with Mothra. She’d always wanted to ask her since the battle in Boston, to find out what had happened to her, but she never found the moment and that such a personal matter would only be mentioned when necessary.

“Infant Island has been my home since I was born, all of us are connected to it.” Chen explained, “When something’s wrong we feel it, and…” The mythologist swallowed, “There’s only silence, and mist surrounding me, as if it were on purpose.” As if the island didn’t want me to know what’s happening.

“The Shobijin,” She hoped had said it correctly, “Did you know it over time or from the beginning?” Maddie had read stories about the Shobijin in Monarch's records. Priestesses of Mothra, twins born in each new generation, they were no bigger than the palm of a hand, their first encounter with humans, and as for three generations the family worked for Monarch.

“My family’s prepared for this, since we are born it’s another system in the body, and as we learn to walk, to talk, to think, we learn to use it.” When their nieces were born outside the island, her family had worried, they feared that the connection that linked them had been broken, and that the egg in Yunnan wasn’t Mothra’s, but Battra’s.

Ling, her sister, thought otherwise, she believed that just as Mothra laid her only egg outside Infant Island, it was a sign that she saw the outside world as safe, that she trusted them, a sign that she’d be born without problems — And she was right, Mothra had been born under Ling’s watch, she saw Mothra emerge elegantly under that waterfall, and after Boston Ling’s daughters found Mothra’s egg.

The link was still there.

Maddie stayed with a thoughtful look, “You think this is because Godzilla, don’t you?” She knew that some people still feared Godzilla, but millennia ago they’d lived by his side, had loved him. And he loved too. “You said he took care of Mothra until she hatched.”

“I don’t think Godzilla’s presence is what blocks it. Not because we have this ability, it means we can control them.” If that had been the case, the ORCA would never have been invented. This gift was to communicate with them, to prove that none of them was above the others. “Serizawa knew we could never control the Titans, it’s like trying to control the sun, make volcanoes erupt at will — ”

“It’s just that… If the ORCA — ”

“The ORCA was invented to just drift the Titans away from the cities, we hoped to avoid a disaster like Los Angeles. We never believed that it’d be used for such dire reasons.”

In the end there were more disasters, Maddie thought guilty. If only she had gone with her Father when he found them in Antarctica, if she’d turned deaf to her Mother’s words, perhaps she’d have seen that being on Jonah’s side was wrong, that Andrew wouldn’t have wished this, and perhaps neither Serizawa, nor Vivienne, not even all those people in the outpost, would have lost their lives.

“Dr. Chen,” A brown-haired woman burst in, drawing their attention. “Dr. Shiragami wants to talk to you about the flora activity in Las Vegas.”

“Please tell him I’m coming,” Chen replied and the doctor nodded, walking away. The short-haired woman came back to see Maddie, “Time to keep working.” Chen stood up, taking her cup of coffee with her.

“I'll do it on the condition that you talk to my Dad.” Maddie did the same, heading out and standing in front of her.

Chen sighed, Maddie would never give up. She wasn't sure how much Mark would allow her to expose his daughter to the volcano, “I'll do what I can, I assure you nothing, though”

Madison nodded and standing aside she saw Chen go away.

The sun was already setting on Mara and a few faintly shining stars were appearing in the sky. Dr. Sandoval won’t be happy that she isn’t in the archivists. Well, that means she’ll be working under Stanton’s supervision again. It was better, her Father didn’t like it because every day she came back with a new, discreet way of insulting someone.

The volcano could be seen from the outpost window, its new location was on the opposite mountain, and Madison watched for a while. She knew that her Father would never let her approach it, she wouldn’t see the Dorats in a long, good time, not while Ghidorah was near the nest or Mara.

Screeches were heard nearby, followed by a louder roar. Maddie observed two silhouettes take flight, a golden one being followed by a red one, hovering around the island, with the pterodactyl-like Titan being faster than his mates, splashing them with ocean water, to finally head towards the sky being chased by the golden one, and disappear among the clouds.

Did anyone ever think they would get to see a scene like this? Hundreds of years ago, seeing Ghidorah experience something other than destroying or killing must have been something that many longed for. Perhaps something like her Mother once thought she’d get to see. Just like what Serizawa expected humanity to appreciate.

As she hoped Ghidorah would appreciate.

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Rodan had made a number of decisions throughout his life that had gotten him into trouble, but could anyone blame him? He did what he needed to survive, the strongest is the one who survives, and he’d never fall, not without fighting, and taking the enemy with him.

Rodan observed from the hillside of the volcano the human nest and its metal worms coming out of the tunnels they’d dug near their home, which must have been the last one, the humans were unable to work without sunlight, so there’d be no bother around their nest.

A strong wind blew, Rodan covered himself with a wing while some of their younglings rolled over the volcanic rock. The fire demon turned his eyes to see his mates, flapping their wings.

Cometa jumped out of the pool of lava, waving his body, and once his wings were dry he flew up to Rodan, trying to mimic his three-headed Father’s roar in challenge, but was still nothing more than a squish. Ghidorah’s tails moved in the air, producing a rattles-like sound, mocking the poor intent of their offspring, proud when Rayo, Trueno, Amber, and Rubí tried the same. If they keep behaving that way they’ll be able to leave the nest and fly along with them in no time.

Ichi roared, calling for Rodan’s attention, eager for their flight around Isla de Mara. Rodan nodded to the three-headed hydra, turning around he took their younglings that were still playing around and lay them down in the nest, one by one they curled up to make a greenish hillside, feeling the vibration of their siblings’ bodies was like a cooing for them.

Rodan nuzzled his young before spreading his wings and join his mates in a flight.

If Rodan didn’t know him well he’d say that his mates were slowing down their pace so that he could be at their rhythm. Rodan wasn’t amused, he didn’t need his mates’ mercy.

The alien Titan saw their mate fly below them at a fast speed, so they did the same hoping to catch up until they saw Rodan barrel-roll in the air, bringing his wings closer to the ocean, whipping them against it, and splashing them.

Ni grumbled, shaking his head as Rodan splashed his brothers who growled as they got wet again. The three brothers heard their mate’s mocking laugh before he left the ocean on his way back to Isla de Mara. So that’s how it’ll be. It may not be a hunt, but what awaited them at the end of it excited them just as much.

Rodan watched King Ghidorah approach him, they didn’t look happy about his prank, yet Rodan saw a glow in those eyes that made him tremble with excitement, the same excitement he felt every time a battle was guaranteed on his side.

Unlike their shared moments in Ghidorah’s conquest, Rodan understood that the new Titan lived solely to kill and destroy, nevertheless once Ghidorah was wounded, he tried to get them to get used to some of his habits. Hunting was more of a pleasure to them than a necessity, and he understood perfectly, after he reached adulthood feeding was a burden as the magma and the radiation was enough to keep him alive. Even Ghidorah had also taken advantage of it and for that very reason they’d survived even frozen.

As the hunt had become the tie that had bound them together, Rodan taught them how to catch their preys, which was much easier seeing that they were too tiny, and Ghidorah showed him how they could be smashed and crushed. Only in this way did they begin to understand each other better, to get to know each other better.

That’s how Rodan saw more of Ghidorah’ emotions, being hard for him considering that it was three different mentalities, what surprised them, what excited them, what enraged them (their flying competition), what hurt them (even though they didn’t admit it), and what they yearned for wasn’t going to be a problem that was done in a matter of hours.

But that naughty glow meant only one thing, they yearned for him.

Rodan increased his speed, making it impossible for them to overtake him, but not difficult enough not to catch him. It’d taken Rodan time to teach them how to do it correctly, how they were supposed to persecute each other, how they were supposed to caught themselves by their talons, how they were supposed to fall together, and how they were supposed to sing.

Sensing Ghidorah closer to him, Rodan quickly turned up, heading for the sky and hiding among the clouds where his mates would take a couple of minutes to find him, though by then Rodan would have thought of his next move. At any moment Ghidorah would roar desperate and irritated because once again Rodan won, and made them work by themselves, but they must have been used to, he’d never let the job easy when dealing with him.

However the silence that followed after he lost them made him feel uneasy. They followed him, didn’t they? Rodan looked everywhere for some golden trail, how could something so big hide so well? He’s the King of the skies! It was impossible even to think that he wouldn’t find his mates on his own playground — Unless... Ghidorah gave up on going after him...

It was impossible to even think that... Wasn’t it? He always played this with them — He didn’t do it with the intention of pissing them off, and they knew it...

The sound of something breaking the air made him look up, just at the moment when a giant shadow landed on him, and he felt a pair of claws take him by the back, holding his wings, while he heard his mates’ roar, in a mocking, wicked way as he was lifted up to be tossed above them. Before he could even take flight, Rodan was immobilized by his mates’ claws and throw him back above them.

Oh, at this point Rodan didn’t know if he must have been laughing, angry, or both. Ghidorah had been waiting for a mistake on his part to surprise him, he liked it, made him feel that he was wanted, that he was needed.

He still didn’t like to be treated like a mindless prey, though.

Ghidorah was ready to hold their mate in their claws when they felt his talon scratching their belly. Standing aside and ignoring the pain, they were quick enough to grab Rodan’s talon with their own, and in the face of surprise and imminent anger, Ghidorah let themselves fall, taking Rodan with him.

Despite Rodan was agile, he wasn’t strong enough to stop being pulled down, however, realizing what his mates intended to do, Rodan had no choice but to leave them on their own; He’d later apologize for hurt them, not that they’d have taken it too personally, they knew that if Rodan wanted to hurt them he wouldn’t be content with a simple scratch, their mate just hated to be manhandled.

Ghidorah was the first to open their wings, by the time Rodan was going to do the same, the Titan noticed that their talons were still attached to each other, and Ghidorah’s spiked tails had coiled around him as well. By the time the False King resumed their flight Rodan had been pulled with them without even being able to fly.

San came close to gently nuzzling Rodan’s beak. Ni licked Rodan’s neck with his bifid tongue, savoring the volcanic rock, while Ichi laughed at their mate’s delight.

It’s true that King Ghidorah wasn’t the most expressive thing Rodan had ever met, he’d eaten lions that smiled more, but when they endeared to show him affection they were the best, and Rodan liked to be the center of that affection. To be bathed in constant demonstrations and flattery.

Ni and San had begun to bite Rodan’s neck with gentle bites, with no intention of doing.

Though as much as Rodan was enjoying this rare, pleasant show of affection, he needed to feel his body responding to him.

Ghidorah felt their mate wring between their claws, he wanted to be free and be able to move to their pace, the three-headed dragon unrolled their tails and claws as they watched Rodan spread his wings, as well reddish-colored sparks fall. They understood, they didn’t like to be restricted either.

Rodan wasted no time to fly around his mates, singing in intonation with their roar.

Ichi listened to his brothers and mate, deciding if he should start a new race between them, perhaps this time going further, perhaps above the clouds where the stars touch the sky — But Rodan couldn’t go higher, they could never take him into space, they couldn’t show him the stars.

The middle head felt someone pulling him by his horns, San had bitten him — The audacity!

Different they may be, but many times their thoughts were similar, and the irrational fear of losing their mate was one. Rodan wasn’t like them, if he was wounded he could never regenerate, he only had to go back to his volcano and go inside the lava, if he was killed that’s over... Isn’t it? So, what comes next?

Destroying this planet was no longer in their plans, for the first time in their lives, Ghidorah would move away from here, the fate of this world would be their progeny’s choice, this planet belonged to them — And Ghidorah assumed they’d leave, of course if they had defeated the Weak King by then, if Rodan would have helped them —

The memories of the last battle returned, the Insect Queen stabbing Rodan with her stinger, leaving him paralyzed, and they facing the Weak King, defeating him, and draining him of his vitality.

They were sure that the next time they wouldn’t hesitate to kill the Weak King, no more wasting time making him suffer slowly and painfully. They’d go straight to the jugular, to the heart, to exterminate him once and for all, just as they planned to do — Until then, they’ll be at their mate’s side.

A weight landed on their backs, Rodan had landed above them, nuzzling gently the middle head. These days, when Rodan could enjoy his mates and offspring, he wished they’d last forever.

It was then that the air became salty. More salty than usual.

His gaze lost in the surroundings of the island until he set his gaze on the ocean, far from his home, even though his body was made of warm magma, at that moment it was as if his body had become Antarctica itself.

Ghidorah looked in confusion at their mate, just a few seconds ago he was nuzzling them, until he suddenly walked away from them, with an agitated look, stopping at one point to turn around, and return to their nest in the volcano.

Then they noticed that luminescent blue glow approaching their island.

#Godzilla King of The Monsters #King Of The Monsters #Monsterverse #KOTM #Rodan #King Ghidorah #Madison Russell #Ilene Chen #Rodorah #Here I am... publishing the last part of this series #It's very long here so you can read it on ao3 #me @ me writting: STOP!#Kaiju #Kaijuverse #Iris Stuff

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Never Ending Survey: Sazlethan Mahvash

Rules: Repost, don't reblog, tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @captainkurosolaire

Tagging: @unkemptandtired @shadowheartxiv @clouded-vxle @quantum-milktea @glorified-thieves @bluebell-bluebird @yisu-xiv @fortress-and-flame @muted-howl @othard

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Sazlethan Mahvash

NICKNAME: The Lunar Mistress, Hingashi's Viper, Lulubell Vixen, Jewel, Saz

AGE: 63 (appears to be in her late 20's)

BIRTHDAY: 18th sun of the 6th umbral moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Rava Viera

NATIONALITY: Othardian

LANGUAGE/S: Dalmascan, Hingan, Old Auri, Common Eorzean, some Thavnairian

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

HOME TOWN / AREA: A small village in the Golmore Jungle

CURRENT HOME: Hingashi

PROFESSION: Madame of The Viper's Nest - dancer's guild and lounge. Informant, assassin, and arcane specialist for The Court of Thieves. Black market Alchemist.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Snow white, often worn in a braid, pulled up into an intricate design with pins, or in wild untamed curls

EYES: Celeste green, hazy violet

FACE: Sharp angles, unnatural beauty, freckled

LIPS: Full, plush, and pouty

COMPLEXION: Tawny brown

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Burns on the palms of both her hands that are covered in ink, and whip scars littering the surface of her back.

TATTOOS: A tattoo of vieran origin along the bridge of her nose and chin. A moon tattoo of similar design between her breasts. And finally runes in the shape of an elemental wheel are printed on her palms and feet in aetheric ink.

HEIGHT: 5 fulms 10 ilms

WEIGHT: 153 ponzes

BUILD: Toned, curvaceous, and feminine. Built like an athletic dancer. In pristine physical condition.

FEATURES: Freckles, wide set eyes with lush frosty lashes, iconic black lipstick

ALLERGIES: ...people.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Fitting for the occasion. However, it does fall to her ankles and she will never cut it.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Stoic, calm, and relaxed.

USUAL CLOTHING: Often tight revealing clothing or flowing dresses. Expensive fabrics inported from all over the realm. Notable colors being black, deep violet, and gold. Lots of jewelry.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Deep waters, drowning, abandonment

ASPIRATION/S: Unknown

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charming, tactful, diplomatic, romantic, idealistic, peaceful, intelligent

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Indecisive, detached, a trouble maker, superficial, self-indulgent, devious

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

SOUL TYPE/S: Scholar

ANIMALS: Snake

VICE HABIT/S: Drugs, sex, alcohol, and violence.

FAITH: The Kami

GHOSTS?: Of course. They never cease their rambling..

AFTERLIFE?: Yes.

REINCARNATION?: (Unknown) Bituun

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Centrist

EDUCATION LEVEL: Self taught

FAMILY.

FATHER: Unknown

MOTHER: Unknown

SIBLINGS: Unknown

EXTENDED FAMILY: Unknown

NAME MEANING/S: Moon-like

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: ???

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Anything she can get her hands on

DEITY: Unknown

HOLIDAY: All Saints Wake

MONTH: October

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Some secluded cove in the middle of nowhere

WEATHER: Warm, a light breeze, night

SOUND / S: Silence, hissing, screaming, moaning, howling, singing

SCENT / S: Lavender and cedarwood, sex, sweat, blood, rain

TASTE / S: Blood, Sahnti's cooking

FEEL / S: Expensive fabrics, skin on skin, flower petals, steel

ANIMAL / S: Snake, coeurl

NUMBER: 1

COLORS: Black, gold, purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Alchemy, dancing, singing, killing, manipulation, magic

BAD AT: Making friends, remaining stable

TURN ONS: Physical beauty, blood, unwavering dominance, intelligence

TURN OFFS: Weak minded people, filth, ignorance

HOBBIES: Hedonism, performing, people watching, baking, reading, playing instruments, stargazing

TROPES: Femme Fatale, Lady of black magic, The Ophelia

QUOTES: “Even in the wild submission is not given, it is earned. A wolf will not expose it’s throat because it’s told it should. Why then, would you expect a human being to do less. Earn it.”

“All was dark yet splendid–”

“If you want change, you have to invite chaos”

“Lick the blood from my hands and tell me you still love me.”

“Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?”

“It is a sweet and precise torture.”

"I heard you call to me in my dreams. I heard you weep...and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard..."

"Please...stop talking. If I cared about the words coming out of your mouth, I would not be trying to actively read the ones in this book. You understand now? Good. Now leave me."

"Did you just...pull my hair? For gods sake woman have some class. This isn't a bar fight."

"Do you think I'm bothered by the idea of spilling your blood? Sweetheart. The very ground you stand on is soaked with my sins. But go ahead and keep screaming. Let me feast on the terror I see in your eyes."

"Did I stutter? Clothes. Off. Now."

MUN QUESTIONS.

"Go ahead. Scream. Let me hear the results of my efforts on your tongue."

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1: I'm pretty bad with coming up with names. I don't know honestly. I like names that are symbolic and don't tell you anything about the movie till the very end. Like a song whose title isn't in the chorus. It would definitely be erotic and R rated. High fantasy without any restrictions. Dark, magical, and probably a bit of a psychological horror. It would be about all those Unknown details no one knows about her. A bit of a narrative.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2: Haunting sympathy pieces. I dunno like...HANS ZIMMER THANKS

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3: I was really depressed about a year ago. Writing her was a way for me to dump and cope with all those negative emotions without feeling bad about feeling the way I was. Her character and the way I write her is very raw and passionate and relatable.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4: Sazlethan is a small part of me but she is also everything I'm not. Probably even what I wish I was. She's sexy and smart and could care less about what anyone could possibly think about her. She perseveres through the situations I put her through and grows for these things even when it gets rough. And I admire the strength he has and the dedication she puts into her passions. She always gets back up on her feet.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5: It is literally impossible for her to settle down and build any kind of relationship. She gives a little and then just disappears.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6: Wine, sex, zodiac, and minding our own damn business.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7: Saz is vengeful and I can't fight. She'd most definitely kill me.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8: Characters who don't play by the rules.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse?

A9: Movies and music

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?

A10: Can I sleep now?

#tags #thanks for the tag bb!#sazlethan mahvash #survey

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e8luhs · 6 years

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QUEEN OF PEACE.

LISTEN ON SPOTIFY

TRACKLIST & ANNOTATIONS UNDER THE CUT! (last edited 04.04.19)

I. QUEEN OF PEACE / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

oh, the queen of peace always does her best to please is it any use somebody's gotta lose like a long stream i'll bear all this echoing oh, what is it worth all that's left is hurt

II. FLAMINGO / KERO KERO BONITO

black, white, green or blue show off your natural hue flamingo if you're multicolored, that's cool too you don't need to change it's boring being the same flamingo you're pretty either way

III. FRIEND [LOVER] / EVENINGS

[instrumental]

IV. BEATOPHONE / CARAVAN PALACE

[instrumental]

V. OTTER POP / SHAWN WASABI

jello shots and lemon drops this is how we otter pop this is how we otter pop higher than an astronaut this is how we otter pop

VI. HEART ATTACK (CHUU) / LOONA

you attack my heart!

VII. CALL ME / BLONDIE

call me (call me) on the line call me, call me any, anytime call me (call me) oh love when you're ready we can share the wine call me

VIII. PANIC / CARAVAN PALACE

[instrumental]

IX. HER PERFUME / POGO

[instrumental]

X. MY BLOOD / ELLIE GOULDING

that feeling that doesn't go away just did and i walked a thousand miles to prove it and i'm caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts the color of my blood is all i see on the rocks as you sail from me

XI. RUINS / TOBY FOX

[instrumental]

XII. DOG DAYS ARE OVER / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

she hid around corners and she hid under beds she killed it with kisses and from it she fled with every bubble she sank with a drink and washed it away down the kitchen sink

XIII. TEARDROP / MASSIVE ATTACK

water is my eye most faithful mirror fearless on my breath teardrop on the fire of a confession

XIV. THE TROUBLE / POGO

[instrumental]

XV. JENNY / STUDIO KILLERS

i wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead i don't know how to say this 'cause you're really my dearest friend i wanna ruin our friendship i don't know how to say this 'cause you're really my dearest friend

XVI. SEA CASTLE / PURITY RING

i could give you petty rhymes of worlds that i contrive they're in my sleep, my dreams i speak them slow, so you can read and not stand back and stare and fear foolish devouring things and not stand back and stare and fear foolish devouring

XVII. WASH MY HANDS / KORMAC

[instrumental]

XVIII. GETTIN’ MY MOM ON / JACK STAUBER

cup in my cap, and i'ma drinka my mimosa! read “keep calm carry on” poster (slip into jc penney’s having a day sale gettin’ my mom on)

XIX. BE ALRIGHT / SHE

[instrumental]

XX. BABE / EVENINGS

[instrumental]

XXI. BUTTERFLY / LOONA

it gets dizzy everything around me is blue, now with you, you, now a folded paper moon like i’m wandering in-between i better be around you

XXII. WET HANDS / C418

[instrumental]

XXIII. ALL MY STARS ALIGNED / ST VINCENT

i do a dance to make the rain come smile to keep the sky from falling down, down, down, down collect the love that i've been given build a nest for us to sleep in here you know it's real

XXIV. HALF CAFF / GO! CHILD

you saw me collapse past the frame asking me as i fell to my knees, "is this how it should end?" but i told you i wasn't worth any of this feeling the abyss, i looked up and i said ... and i said, "here i go again"

XXV. ASSEZ VIF, TRES RHYTHME / SATIE STRING QUARTET

[instrumental]

XXVI. NEWBOP / CARAVAN PALACE

[instrumental]

XXVII. PROLOGUE / DISASTERPEACE

[instrumental]

XXVIII. WAR OF HEARTS / RUELLE

i can’t help but be wrong in the dark 'cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts i can’t help but want oceans to part 'cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts

XXIX. MAKE UP YOUR MIND / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

make up your mind let me leave or let me love you while you've been saving your neck, i've been breaking mine for you

XXX. RUNNING UP THAT HILL (A DEAL WITH GOD) / KATE BUSH

you don't want to hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies unaware I'm tearing you asunder ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

XXXI. BODYACHE / PURITY RING

i, i, i lied, now i'm lying awake i, i, i cried 'til my body ache i, i, i lied, now i'm lying awake i, i, i cried 'til my body ache

XXXII. SHIP TO WRECK / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

what's with the long face, do you want more? thousands of red-eyed mice, scratching at the door don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before the chair is an island darling, you can't touch the floor

XXXIII. HEARTACHE / UNDERTALE

[instrumental]

XXXIV. DREAM SWEET IN SEA MAJOR / MIRACLE MUSICAL

a siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise and only she can make it right so things are different tonight we'll go together in flight

XXXV. COTTON HEADS / CARAVAN PALACE

i'll tell you why the pictures on the wall, i want to get away from it all

XXXVI. END OF THOUGHT / REGINA SPEKTOR

be careful before you decide the universe is too big the universe is too big you cannot make a mistake you cannot make a mistake

XXXVII. FEAR THE FUTURE / ST VINCENT

when the war rose and fell and the oceans are swell i run for you, run for me too

XXXVIII. FINESHRINE / PURITY RING

that i might see with my chest and sink into the edges round you into the lakes and quarries that brink on all the edges round you, round you, round you

XXXIX. SILENT SPRING / MASSIVE ATTACK

[instrumental]

XL. FOLDING CHAIR / REGINA SPEKTOR

now i've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears but every time the tide come in to take me home i get scared, and i'm sitting here alone dreaming of the dolphin song

XLI. IMPOSTOR SYNDROME / SIDNEY GISH

every other day i’m wondering what’s a human being gotta be like? what’s a way to just be competent? these sweet instincts ruin my life

XLII. SEA OF ATLAS / SLEEPING AT LAST

there's a fine line, a fine line in between our progress and our instability we can't help ourselves but hunt for more a design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore- the catalyst we've waited for

XLIII. THE CALL / REGINA SPEKTOR

just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before all you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war

XLIV. NOBODY / MITSKI

and i don't want your pity i just want somebody near me guess i'm a coward i just want to feel alright

XLV. SOFTLY WE GO / EVENINGS

[instrumental]

XLVI. DROWN / MARIKA HACKMAN

oh, to drown in your mind i would, i know i would to suffocate in your smoke i'd choke on you if i could maybe i will

XLVII. KALEIDOSCOPE / ARC IRIS

did i singe every hair from the body i have left? did i lose every drop of scent? a farse, a fall, an effigy hanging by a thread

XLVIII. SLOWBIRTH / ELSIANE

why am i full of emptiness? someday i will find my way ‘cause i always start to fall every moment that we face oh please help me find my way

XLIX. FALLEN DOWN (REPRISE) / TOBY FOX

[instrumental]

L. NOW, NOW / ST VINCENT

i'm not the feather at your feet i'm not your yellow brick street i'm not anyone you'll see i'm not anything

LI. OPHELIA / MARIKA HACKMAN

she who walks alone in life, is she of sound mind? i am only as old as i've been told now i'm playing for time

LII. NOBODY KNOWS / ELSIANE

it’s been so hard the task to resolve investigating ourselves becoming what we don’t want to be suffering all by ourselves

LIII. ALICE / POGO

[instrumental]

LIV. WATERFALL / TOBY FOX

[instrumental]

LV. ROUND / THE MOTH AND THE FLAME

tones bring us pleasure, but how do you hear the absence of melody where was our mother to tell us with songs of assurance, "you're not alone"

LVI. CHAMPAGNE YEAR / ST VINCENT

i'll make a living telling people what they want to hear it's not a killing, but it's enough to keep the cobwebs clear

LVII. VANERHAVET / DETEKTIVBYRAN

[instrumental]

LVIII. WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

and oh, poor atlas the world's a beast of a burden you've been holding on a long time and all this longing and the ships are left to rust that's what the water gave us

LIX. YOU’VE GOT TIME / REGINA SPEKTOR

think of all the roads, think of all their crossings taking steps is easy, standing still is hard remember all their faces, remember all their voices everything is different the second time around

LX. STRANDED LULLABY / MIRACLE MUSICAL

there's a still tension in the swell so give in to the vast receiving emptiness of time beyond, beyond

LXI. ATHENA / HOT SUGAR

[instrumental]

LXII. WOMAN KING / IRON & WINE

hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king, sword in hand swing at some evil and bleed

LXIII. HARDEST OF HEARTS / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

there is love in your body but you can't get it out it gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

LXIV. SCIENCE/VISIONS / CHVRCHES

when you are truly yourself, you will succumb to a permanence a light by day a shadow resides by night

LXV. MODERATION / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

i've never made it with moderation no, i've never understood all the feeling was all or nothing and i took everything i could can't hold it back, i can't take the tension oh, i'm trying to be good want me to love you in moderation well don't you know, i wish i could

LXVI. WE PUT A PEARL IN THE GROUND / ST VINCENT

[instrumental]

LXVII. RECOVER / RUELLE

can you see me? i can barely see myself are we only empty frames up on the shelf it's like we're dreaming wide awake everything bends, until it breaks

LXVIII. SORRY / THE MOTH AND THE FLAME

i'm sorry for everything i've done and i'll no sooner lay down than i'll be anything I'm not i don't question the rules, i answer for them

LXIX. POOR ATLAS / DESSA

there's a book full of plans at the feet of poor atlas titled "for man" but the architects only drew blanks now there's nowhere to go but go back, go back, go back, go back

LXX. THOUSAND EYES / OF MONSTERS AND MEN

i lie awake and watch it all it feels like thousand eyes

LXXI. AQUARIUM / NOSAJ THING

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LXXII. BLACK SUN / DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

how could something so fair be so cruel when this black sun revolved around you

LXXIII. PERFECT ON THE SURFACE / EMILY HAINES & THE SOFT SKELETON

this is, this is the purpose of my life harvest all my love, harness all my power to be perfect on the surface the surface cracks and i harvest all my love, harness all my high to be perfect on the surface the surface shine

LXXIV. NOTHING BUT TIME / METRIC

i wanted to be part of something i got nothing but time so the future is mine

LXXV. BREAKING DOWN / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

all alone, even when i was a child i've always known there was something to be frightened of i can see it coming from the edge of the room creeping in the streetlight holding my hand in the pale gloom can you see it coming now?

LXXVI. STILL / BEN FOLDS

i must give the impression that i have the answers for everything you were so disappointed to see me unravel so easily

LXXVII. NOT THE VILLAIN / S. J. TUCKER

if you want the very truth, i'll lay it down before you: everybody's got a story if you want the very truth, it's here before your eyes: every witch was someone's princess in some other once upon a time

LXXVIII. TORNADOLAND / REGINA SPEKTOR

before the light goes out why don’t you close your eyes? and all the monsters in your mind just wanna be nice they wanna be kind, they wanna play nice, they wanna be

LXXIX. THE PARTY / ST VINCENT

do you have change or a button or cash? oh, my pockets hang out like two surrender flags oh, but i'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean i'm keeping my eye on the exit sign, steady now

LXXX. TIME FOR US / ELSIANE

realizing never before you tried to compromise all you’re fighting within us all it’s undesired you’re hiding behind all this now that you found this follow your own way

LXXXI. NATTOPET / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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LXXXII. NO CHOIR / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

but the loneliness never left me i always took it with me but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company and there will be no grand choirs to sing no chorus will come in, no ballad will be written it will be entirely forgotten and if tomorrow it's all over, at least we had it for a moment oh darling things seem so unstable but for a moment we were able to be still

LXXXIII. RECOVER / CHVRCHES

and if i recover will you be my comfort? or it can be over or we can just leave it here so pick any number choose any color i've got the answer open the envelope

LXXXIV. ONE / SLEEPING AT LAST

now, i have learned my lesson; the price of this so-called perfection is everything i've spent my whole life searching desperately to find out that grace requires nothing of me

LXXXV. THE FACE PART II / METRIC

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LXXXVI. SPECTRUM / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

say my name and every color illuminates we are shining and we will never be afraid again

LXXXVII. PARTYLAND / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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LXXXVIII. PINK IN THE NIGHT / MITSKI

i could stare at your back all day i could stare at your back all day and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right can i try again, try again, try again? try again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again?

LXXXIX. HOME SWEET HOME / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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XC. HANG ON ME / ST VINCENT

yeah, so hang on me hang on me, hang on me, 'cause you and me we're not meant for this world

XCI. NEW YEAR / REGINA SPEKTOR

she sets her alarm five minutes to midnight and wakes just in time to say her goodbyes thanking the old year for all it has brought her no mention of the things it took away

XCII. AGER (MIND REEL) / EVENINGS

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XCIII. HEARTLINES / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

just keep following the heartlines on your hand just keep following the heartlines on your hand

XCIV. COME INTO THE WATER / MITSKI

i didn't know i had a dream i didn't know until i saw you so would you tell me if you want me? 'cause i can't move until you show me

XCV. I’M GOOD, I’M GONE / LYKKE LI

i'm working a sweat but it's all good i'm breaking my back but it's all good cause i know I'll get it back yeah, i know your hands will clap

XCVI. THE MOTHER WE SHARE / CHVRCHES

i'm in misery but you can't see, as old as your omens and the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling the way is long but you can make it easy on me and the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling

XCVII. SHAKE IT OUT / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

and i've been a fool and i've been blind i can never leave the past behind i can see no way, i can see no way i'm always dragging that horse around

XCVIII. SUN / SLEEPING AT LAST

we are the dust of dust we are the apple of god’s eye we are infinite as the universe we hold inside

XCIX. 054 / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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C. GOODBYE FOREVER / EVENINGS

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#plylsts #cataclysmalbound #yes we have undertale music on here and its allowed because lyreni canonically has played undertale. so it works

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