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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 2 years

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Could I request a mind fairy reader x Sky fic? Like she accidentally freaks out whether from a traumatic flashback or something else and she blasts everyone backwards with her telekinesis powers and Sky has to comfort her? Thank you :)

Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy

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Staring at her shaky hands, Y/N's wide eyes can hardly comprehend what happened. One moment she was smiling, thinking about the dream she had of her longtime crush on Sky and in the next - she can't remember.

She can't remember what brought her to her knees, nor why every sound has dulled around her. Glancing ahead, she can see the frightened looks as a few classmates are helped to their feet. One of them is bleeding, or she thinks. She's not entirely sure as her erratic heartbeat draws her attention.

While she may not recall what's happened, she certainly can't forget the sense of imminent danger taking over her body like a tsunami wave, gripping her insides until she could hardly breathe. Her inhale had stalled inside her lungs, creating a heaviness in her chest that darkened her mind.

A hand on her shoulder causes her to flinch, turning her head to the person who had dared to near her.

Who would be so brave to come closer to an out of control fairy? Who would be so damn stupid to care for her?

"It's just me", she reads from a pair of lips that are achingly familiar.

Swallowing thickly, her eyes shift to dark blue horizons she tends to get lost in. It must be cloudy, she thinks. His eyes are always blue when there's no sunlight. The sunrays bring about a green hue, the kind one would find in early spring as nature awakens. And as such, it awakens her soul as well.

Sky.

It's always going to be Sky. He's the only constant in her life, the sole person who is responsible for her having any control at all.

"Breathe", his voice breaks through the mist - comforting, gentle and caring as is his touch.

With trembling lips, she nods as he sets the rhythm for her to follow - inhale, hold it one second, two seconds, exhale. Guided by Sky, her mind slowly clears and the world around her makes sense once again.

But so does her loss of control.

"I'm sorry", she whispers as her eyes fill with tears. The realization she had hurt people again is digging its claws into her skin, penetrating into her bloodstream to ensure there isn't a single cell in her body unaware of the danger she poses for other students.

Arms wrap around her so tightly almost instantly and despite her mind screaming to run, she can't help but melt into this embrace.

There's nothing comparable with Sky's hug - the pine scent clinging to his body from all his time spent on patrols mixing with the perfume she bought him for his birthday pulls on her heartstrings. She's meant to calm herself, not get frustrated by the fact he's not hers.

"You're doing great", he speaks so softly into her ear and she can feel his voice set her entire body aflame.

Parting, she draws away from him. She'll never be satisfied with pieces of him for she will burn for him until there is none of her left but ashes. She's anything but tame, he only aids the thrill of allowing chaos take over her.

"Let me help you", he outstretches his hand for her to take and she shakes her head lightly.

If she's always counting on him to come to her rescue when her powers are out of control, she will always be volatile.

She will become a villain and one day, he will not be there to comfort her. One day he might be the victim and it won't matter it was an accident. He will be gone and she will be ruined. Her own mother learned that lesson the hard way. It's why she's been afraid to use her powers for so long. No one truly understands the fear her abilities cause. No one can take the trauma of her mother's dying breath out of her memories.

"You can't help me", she furrows her brows as the inkling of a smile upon his lips fades. "I'll destroy you. I don't want that."

"You can't hurt me", he reassures her. "I trust you."

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM!" She stands abruptly, her body tense as she looks down on him. "You assume you're safe, but you're not. No one is. I shouldn't even be at this school!"

Shaking his head, Sky stands too. Grabbing her left wrist, he pulls her up to his chest. Wrapping his free arm around her, he watches her eyes turn purple and he knows she is trying to influence him to let go, to force his hand without a word used but he won't let her.

Mind fairies can't control a strong-willed mind and when she's involved, Sky's mind is iron-made.

"You belong here", he states clearly, "do you hear me?!" Licking his lips, he releases her wrist only to cup her face. His eyes soften as he speaks, "You belong with me." Lips parted, his eyes flicker to the tight line hers are pressed in. "Never doubt that."

"Why do you care", she counters and he grins, unable to pretend.

"Because you're my fairy. I'm sure of it. What am I supposed to do without you?"

"Live", she exclaims.

"What is life without a little danger", he winks before pecking the tip of her nose. Releasing her, he smirks. Turning around, he walks away, leaving her flustered.

"What just happened?"

Part 2

#sky imagine #sky x reader #sky of eraklyon #sky of eraklyon x reader #fate the winx saga #sky fate winx saga #fate the winx saga fanfic #fate the winx saga fic

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dayyydr3amm3rr · 11 months

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IMAGINE...

Sky being protective of you, his mother, when Riven flirts with you

~Do keep in mind that this imagine has a flirty Riven and a grossed-out Sky

~Do keep in mind that this imagine won't really feature the reader, it's more of a Sky and Riven imagine (not a ship, mind you), this is just written from Sky's point of view

~Do keep in mind that this imagine might be a bit shorter than my other ones so far, but do know that I did try to make it as long! So please enjoy!

**Word of caution**

None this time around folks!

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Sky was officially grossed-out. He held a look of pure disgust on his face as he watched his best friend, the person he grew up with, the person he told everything to...flirt with his mother. He stood in disbelief as Riven leaned in a little closer to you, a smirk pulled on his lips as he gave you the eyes. Sky could feel himself wanting to gag. He was still a bit grossed out when it came to Riven flirting with other students, but for the most part, those were quick flings or harmless words. But you! You were the person who birthed him! You brought him into this world and were the parent who stepped up to the plate when his father fucked off. He was who he was today because of you. And watching as his friend tried his best to rizz you up, was a giant, "Absolutely Not!" Sky burst out, he was on a war path. He stomped towards you and Riven, a mission in his head; Protect Mum from Riven.

He could hear your slightly uncomfortable laughter as Riven used another cringy pick-up line on you. Geez he was really laying it on thick. Sky noticed when you saw him out of the corner of your eye; they always brightened whenever your son was in sight. "Come on Ms. Y/l/n! Just one date! It's all I need to woo you!" Ew. Ew. Ew. Sky was quick to reach you and his best friend before he yanked his best friend back by the back of his shirt, of course, he went with a muscle tee that showed off his arms. Riven sputtered out a curse as he fumbled off balance, glancing over his shoulder at who grabbed him before a wise smirk covered his face. "Oh hello, Sky! Sorry mate, but if you don't mind, I was in the middle of something quite important." Sky groaned when Riven shot you a wink after his words. "Gross dude! That's my mum!" You let out a chuckle, covering your mouth with your hand when both boys took notice. Riven looked back at Sky. "See? I think she likes me!" He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner causing Sky to cringe. "Alright, I've heard enough. Sky, I'll see you in class...Riven...what am I going to do with you?" "Oh, I've got a few ideas I'm sure you'll like Ms. Y/l/n-OW!" Sky was quick to give him a smack to the back of his head, dragging Riven back as the two boys watched you turn and start walking away.

"How I hate to see you leave but love watching you go!" Riven yelled out, watching as you shook your head but kept walking. Oh, he was in for it now. A few students straggling nearby had heard Riven's words and looked over, some losing interest almost immediately, some continuing watching as Sky continued dragging Riven until they had at least a little bit of privacy. Sky tossed him onto the bench in front of him, the boy adjacent then looked up at his blond friend with a smirk on his face. "Problem mate?" Sky sighed heavily through his nose at Riven's question. "That. Was my mother." Riven nodded in response. "I know. Talk about a hot MILF-" "Ew! Again, my mother, Riven. Stop flirting with my mother!" "Hey, it's not my fault I like an older woman! Mature, sweet, I know she handles kids well," Riven started, gesturing towards Sky who rose an eyebrow in response, "filled out in all the right places..." "I swear to god I will punch you. Right in the face." Riven let out a dramatic gasp as he placed a hand on his chest. "Are you saying you don't want me as your stepfather?" Sky's eyes went wide as he felt himself shiver. Violently. He swore he could feel bile traveling toward his mouth. Oh fuck no. "Absolutely not!" Sky yelled, absolutely appalled by the mere thought of his best friend putting a ring on your finger.

"You can't even afford a ring anyways." Sky huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Riven shot the pouting boy a wide smile. "No, but I do have a ring pop somewhere in our dorm. I'm sure she'd be more than happy with something like that until I can afford a real one." If Riven was being honest, he quite enjoyed messing around with Sky, it was fun to see how red his face and neck could get when he got riled up. But he also knew that Sky was quite protective of you in particular, he's surprised that Sky didn't start throwing punches when he first witnessed him flirting with you. Riven knew Sky's limits, he knew just how far he could push before Sky went into true defensive mode and started dealing some real damage. Sky shuttered again, shaking his head rapidly. "Nope. Not happening! I forbid it!" Riven let out a chuckle in response. "What's the matter Sky? I think I'd make a rather fantastic stepfather!" He quite enjoyed watching Sky squirm in discomfort at the word stepfather coming out of his mouth. "I'm serious Riven, don't push it. If I catch you flirting with my mother again, we're going to have some problems." Sky snapped, seemingly having had enough of him at that point.

Ever since Sky could remember, he had always been protective of you. You were his only parent. He barely remembered his father, but to Sky, you were his father. You played both roles while he grew up. You mothered him on how to talk to girls, how to go on dates. You fathered him when he needed to learn how to fix something, how to be a man of the house. You were mom and dad to him. And to Sky, you portrayed them perfectly. It's thanks to you he knew how to speak to girls and charm them, he also knew how to fix things and how to maneuver his way around a sword. He grew up to be who he was today thanks to you. Sure, Dowling and Silva came by all the time to help, especially when Sky was in his terrible two era, but you were his mother. And he'd be damned if his best friend kept flirting with you. Sky put on his harshest glare. Riven kept his smile on his face, knowing that Sky wasn't going to hurt him. "I won't tell you again Riven. I mean it. Stop flirting with my mother. She used to change your diapers you know."

#fate winx club #sky of eraklyon #bloom #musa fate #Sky imagine #fate the winx saga

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zaceouiswriting · 1 year

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.3

Characters: Sky x male reader, Brandon x male reader, Riven x male reader

Universe: Winx Club/Wix Saga

Warnings: None

My head is racing as I silently follow the Herald to my grandfather's office. I could not wrap my head around things. They didn't even call me home for my sixteenth birthday a month ago. But now? Now they suddenly want me back in the palace? Something felt strange, but not being able to pinpoint it is driving me insane.

The guards around me gave me strange looks as I nervously fidgeted with my fingers and my head slightly tilted down. Quickly I realized that my reputation was not following but running ahead of me. They must have been shocked at my anxious state. To be honest with myself, I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Luckily, I don't care what anyone thinks of me. I didn't even look at them.

Soon we were standing before my grandfather's closed dark stone office doors. Two Geodocers - elite guardians with an affinity for stone magic - exclusively protect the king and stand on the sides of this door. "Explain why you are coming before His Majesty King Rodwick III's private office!" both guards commanded simultaneously in deep, stony voices.

Already aware of their deal, I finally straightened my back and looked directly at the two men, who were not looking back.

"I, (Y/N) Gyonos, Crown Prince of Gyonos, have been officially requested by His Majesty King Rodwick III."

Nothing happened for a while. Slowly, both men turned inward toward the door, pushing against the stone door with one hand while their other gripped their spears tightly. Yellow, brownish magic flowed across the door to the core, which broke open the stone. But only so much that I could step through. Nobody else is allowed to follow.

The second I walked through, the doors closed again, and the stone reconnected. "Oh, your grandfather is already waiting for you!" called a woman's voice which I know all too well.

"So the old man locked you in here?" I asked her jokingly, even relaxing my statue.

"You know how he is, but at least he let me keep plants here!" Her happiness and being able to see the best in everything always made me stare at her in admiration. But at the end of the day, she's still a prisoner.

"Can I open the wooden doors this time without being attacked?" I looked at her suspiciously as she just grinned crookedly at me. "Oh, in the name of Thortaglia, please give me strength," I murmured softly, but as always, she heard me, which I recognized from her ominous chuckle.

Slowly and reluctantly, I walked forward and knocked on the black wooden door made of the ash oak that only grows on the black rocks because of the lava inside the dormant volcano. Highly resistant to fire and anything related to heat.

I had to wait a long moment, or was it short? Honest? I don't know. The only thing I was that I stood there a moment longer than I would have liked. Until finally, the old man permitted me to enter.

With my guard on high alert, I did as I was told, almost casually opening the heavy wooden doors. Even though the door was wide open, nothing happened. Instead, I saw my grandfather with his usual mischievous smile. Across the room, my parents were seated, the same people who never fought for me, only following what my grandfather said.

"What are they doing here?" I asked in a disgusted tone. It made my disappointment in them very clear.

"Everything at the right time, you already know that. Come closer and sit down. It's important.”

"More important than a war I fought almost alone?"

"Yes, indeed, more important than anything else!"

Slightly shocked by my grandfather's determination, I entered the room and closed the door. Still, my senses still heightened; I turned around as soon as the door clicked back into place. Before I could take another step, I felt it. Without looking up, I smashed the rock that was falling on me. Staring at my grandfather the whole time, annoyed to no end.

I wanted to ask him how many traps he'd built, but I knew he'd never tell - like always. So I walked closer to the desk, smashing rocks, dodging arrows, and whatever the old man threw at me.

Even from a distance, I could see the chair was tampered with. So I just put it away and made my own out of stone. I crossed my left leg over my right and leaned back, my forearms on the sides of the chair, looking at my grandfather smugly. It's a little game we play because I'm the only one in the family like him.

"So, old man, why did you call me here? Wasn't confinement to the battlefield enough?”

My grandfather looked me up and down, amazed that I hadn't lost my attitude and sense of superiority. "Somebody had to fight. I am old and tired-”

"Cut it, grandpa. We both know if you had wanted to, you could have split the world and burrowed these people into the ground.” His sweetly smiling expression fell instantly. Suddenly his seemingly broken exterior increased. He leaned over his desk, hands clasped, anger radiating from him. But I didn't give in. Instead, I followed his example and strengthened my position.

We just stared at each other for a while until the old man decided to lean back slightly again, this time sitting up straight with only his hands clasped on his desk.

"You will marry the third son of King Herald of Melakles," he stated matter-of-factly. It actually took me some time to understand what was being said. But as it slowly dawned on me, I began to laugh with all my heart. I almost fell off my chair laughing. After all, my family always told us that we should only marry for love. They would never force anything on us - except the crown.

I soon realized something. Nobody else laughed. I slowly opened my eyes and looked straight into my stoic grandfather's eyes. "You're joking, aren't you?" In a panic, I jumped onto the edge of the seat and tried to grab his hands. But he immediately withdrew.

"You already know Eric isn't that so? After all, he speaks of you with respect.” My panic turned to confusion. Yes, I know him, but I'd only met him once. "And we need their support after our other allies left us to die." A sly smirk graced my grandfather's lips out of a sudden. And it quickly clicked in my head.

"Are you serious?" I roared loudly, making the windows behind my grandfather and even the heavy stone doors shake with the immense power leaving my body. My anger grew as I felt two horns dig out of my head. "You want me to accept a political marriage? After the three of you talk about love as much as it can make a good marriage and make an empire flourish?”

With a single movement of my hands, his desk flew across the room, but my grandfather didn't flinch away; he just lifted his hands off it. "Yes. Everyone has to make sacrifices!"

"So all my siblings will also get married?" Suddenly it became eerily quiet. On my grandfather's stoic, cold icy facial expression, I thought to see something close to regret. "It's good to know that I'm the only one in this family who has to make sacrifices. Not only did you guys steal my teenage years by throwing me into a war, I have nothing to do with not allowing me to go to school or interact with others. Not even my own siblings. But now you want to control my future too?”

"Young man, you cannot talk to me, your king and grandfather, like that!"

The love I once felt for this old man, who was always very gentle with me and helped me control the immense powers that lives within me, suddenly began to disappear. "Is that all?" I asked through clenched teeth, just about able to pull the horns back inside me.

"No." The hate that began to harbor inside me grew a little bit more. "You will study at the Alfea Academy of Fairies."

“What?“

“Of course, you are a fairy. You will study there, just like me when I was your age. The new semester starts in two days.”

"Well, on my birthday, you couldn't get me out of the war, but if you want to send me away again. I finally understand where my place is in this family.” I turned after spitting those words in my grandfather's face: as venomously as possible. My eyes fell on my parents for the first time since I entered. "I hope you two are happy. We'll see what your future will bring when this old man withered away, and I take the crown!"

Nothing further was said after this threat. I simply left his office, ignoring his assistant and opening the heavy stone doors myself, shocking the guards in front of them.

I kept wondering how they could do this to me. Am I this unimportant and replaceable to them? Deep in thought, I didn't realize I'd reached my room. At least, I thought so. I almost left it again as I could see someone else standing inside, nervously fidgeting with their fingers.

“Who are you?“

The poor fellow jumped in terror and cowered against the wall as soon as he heard my voice. "Your royal highness, I-I-I-"

"Get down to the point!" I growled at him, annoyed at just his presence and at the thought of what my grandfather could have done.

But my harsh words had the opposite effect. Instead of sharing his affairs with me, he closed his eyes and folded his arms protectively in front of him while at the same time crouching on the floor.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and I walked over to him, shaking my head. He must have heard my heavy, angry footsteps because he soon curled up into a ball.

Ignoring his obviously fearful behavior, I grabbed his waist and pulled him off the floor. Oddly enough, he weighs next to nothing. I sat him down on a couch on the left side of my room and put a blanket over him. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Without waiting for another word of his, I opened the door and left my room. Mentally exhausted, I walked down to the kitchen, through a secret passage and later staff stairs.

"Your Highness, what can we-"

"That's not necessary. I'm just going to make tea and steal some snacks for a young man in my room whom I suspect has just had a nervous breakdown."

I could hear the giggles of many kitchen workers and a lower butler standing to one side. "So I assume you know who this guy is?"

Everyone in the kitchen, about thirty people, made appreciative noises almost simultaneously. To be honest? It didn't surprise me. After all, the employees know everything at all times.

"He's your new personal assistant," the butler told me stoically.

I giggled darkly at his words, "Over my dead body." Suddenly, the happy atmosphere in the room was gone, everyone staring uneasily in my direction as I prepared for my short-term guest.

Feeling questioning looks on my back, I had to explain myself: “I won't take another assistant after what happened to my last one. The boy I've known all my life, I grew up with, who got killed right before my eyes! His blood spilled all over me, and to this day, I can't get the taste of his blood out of my mouth. I held him as he bled to death, unable to do anything for him. I could only pray that he would be in a different, better place and give him a final kiss on his forehead.”

I cried for his loss for so long that, at that point, not a single new tear could be shed. I miss him every day. His death was the reason I killed the only enemy I ever respected. It was his sword that spilled my best friend's blood.

To say they were in shock would be a gross understatement. Neither of them had any idea. They only know that I was on the front lines of this war - which is still going on.

There was complete silence in the room for minutes until I turned around with the tray in my hands, everything neatly arranged. "I didn't want to spoil the mood. Unfortunately, I'm not the lively person I used to be. You have the cruel old man to thank for that.” For the first time since the death of my best friend, I have shown my grief to someone.

Oddly enough, the atmosphere changed, and the intense tension eased as sympathy swept over all those who had always treated me - and the rest of my family well.

Head slightly bowed, I fixed my gaze on the floor as I shuffled out of the kitchen as fast as I could before either of them could see tears that dared to go against my will and break free of my eyes.

I took the same way back I had used to get to the kitchen, getting out of everyone's way.

Without thinking much, I opened my bedroom door with my forearm and closed it with my foot after entering. Soft snoring made its way to me, right into my ears. Shocked, I walked around to the couch. There the poor guy was, sound asleep peacefully. I must have really exhausted him through sheer fear.

Careful not to make too much noise, I set the tray down. I gently pulled the blanket over his shoulders so that only his head was sticking out. I also brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. "He looks even more like… him... from this perspective," I murmured under my breath. I wonder if grandfather is behind this and did it on purpose.

A sudden rush of new anger seared my eyes and turned them into what I tried to hide inside me so hard. It was difficult to push it back, but he somehow managed.

Straightening my back out again, I let out a sigh of relief. I breathed in sharply through my nose and let it out gently through my mouth. Slowly I could feel my senses slowly returning to me.

When I finally found myself still standing in front of the couch with the sleeping guy, I turned to my desk and quietly rummaged through it until I had a piece of paper and a pen in my hands. I wrote a note for the guy, left it on the tray, and finally left the room with one goal: finding a couple of guards willing to train with me to vent some frustration.

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#winx club #winx club imagine #winx saga x male reader #Winx Saga #winx saga imagine #sky #sky x male reader #brandon #brandon x male reader #brandon imagine #sky imagine #riven #riven x male reader #riven imagine #male reader #x male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

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somerandomdudelmao · 1 month

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Part 5….i think?

Big woman. Big hair. Oscar being an idiot👍

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#marble sky #marble sky comic #Oscar #Ward #Ecliptica #Sculptor #art #comics #imagine you walk in a room and your dumb colleague compares someone’s president to an ant #ahaha #Ward’s sanity

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zosanbrainrot · 3 months

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clothes are not the only thing they swap

#watch out for that cig or the whole sky island gonna burn down #my previous pic had so much tension and also a tanktop #so i decided to resolve it #imagine they are 5 sec apart #sth seems wrong with Sanjis arm #but I'm not good enough to see it rn #love attatching zoros swords to his hip by the force of nothing but magic #zosan #zoro #sanji #my art #one piece fanart #one piece #zoro x sanji #rorona zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji

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jellydragons · 3 months

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dog time :)

ref + alt version:

pros of knowing someone who can turn into a wolf:

free cuddles

everything else

cons:

he tends to get broody about it

dog hair EVERYWHERE

in summary: ouppy :)

#my art #my posts #linked universe #linked universe fanart #lu fanart #lu wolfie #lu twilight #lu sky #lu wild #lu time #lu four #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu legend #lu warriors #imagine my glee at counting the number of people in that picture and realising it was the PERFECT amount #side note proportions are my mortal enemy and will be until the bitter end #twilight is a good boy and deserves all the cuddles and i don’t CARE if he gets pouty about it #look at him. fluff for days. twi it’d be cruel to deprive the world of just a little patpat

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shrimpchipsss · 3 months

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cumplane version of

#she's basically airplane's one-sided beta of course she'd do her best effort betaing smth airplane sent to her specifically #bc pinya was wondering how they'd look #cumplane #rule 63 #genderbend #they can be trans or cis pls imagine what you want #shang qinghua #airplane shooting towards the sky #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #peerless cucumber #actually would this be peerless melons...#scum villain #svsss #peerless melons #fem!shen qingqiu

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mugwot · 3 months

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funnyjokespunperson

#cozy-comfy reading a book recovering <3 #vulnerability? sorry all they got is puns #love them for it tbh so real for that #i imagine this being somewhen post-game so #isat spoilers #sorry but i do not believe that Vaugarde or really any other place has no constellations at all #they are so usefull! for navigation or for calendar keeping!#so yeah now there Are constellations they are just niche knowledge for like sailing or for understanding how the calendar formed #i guess there is also specifically ursa minor what a coincidence #did you know that there are myths based on how constellations behave through out the year?#scorpio and orion are never seen on the sky at the same time and theres a myth about how the scorpion killed him #but he was immortalized on the night sky (the scorpion also got immortalized because fuck orion)#rant over have a nice day #isat #in stars and time #isat siffrin #my art

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conceiteddemon · 11 months

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Been playing Tears of the Kingdom

#the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #zelda breath of the wild #imagine being locked into an eternal cycle with your soulmates who are basically Jesus and the Devil #and the only other person who understands being displaced in time is that lady who did it to herself so she could launch you into the sky #and build iPads and blow stuff up #I know link & Zelda and ganondorf aren’t like Immortal immortal they reincarnate #but like apparently Zelda was fighting off calamity Ganon for 100 years while Link took a nap and didn’t age a day so #I choose to believe these bitches are immortal

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nikswonderland · 1 year

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when night falls the moon fairies come to dark…

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roosterforme · 11 days

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Aim for the Sky Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Deployments feel longer when you're alone and pregnant. You know Bradley wants to be home for all of the milestones, but you also know he trusts you to take care of yourself. That trust goes both ways when it feels like ages since you've heard from him.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You hadn't spoken to your husband in more than three weeks. Not once since he left on a deployment of undetermined length. When you were on base, tucked away in your office or working on a project in the lab, it wasn't so bad. You could almost get lost in the idea of heading home to start dinner and find him working on a project. You could nearly pretend he'd be ready to wrap you up in his arms and ask about your day. But you knew better than to drift all the way into that daydream, because he wasn't there, and you didn't know when he would be back.

At least Tramp greeted you with excitement when you walked in each day, but you suspected that was partially because he knew you were about to feed him. Your friends kept you busy on the weekends, and Jake stopped by the Craftsman on occasion with Jeremiah when Cat needed a break. Today, he even made a comment about the multitude of pallets lined up on your driveway that prevented you from pulling all the way up to where you usually parked.

"When Rooster gets back, I'll give him a hand building that jungle gym," Jake drawled as you handed a cracker to Jeremiah. "We'll have it finished in a weekend, and then Jer can test it out."

You watched Jake kiss Cat's son on the cheek as you said, "He can teach the Nugget all about the slide and the swings when the time comes." Your belly felt a little tender as you ran your hand over your shirt, loving the feel of the bump beneath your fingers. You were nineteen weeks along, and when Bradley left, you'd still looked just bloated. Now you were starting to get round in all the places that made you excited for what was to come. And after so many weeks of non stop nausea and vomiting, you were happy you could finally eat.

Jake snorted. "You've taken to calling the baby a Nugget, too? Thought that was just your husband."

You rolled your eyes and flicked his arm. "Maybe I miss him, okay? Like a lot." Your voice shook even though you were trying for a teasing tone, and Jake's features softened. You quickly asked, "Are you two staying for dinner?"

Jeremiah was such a sweet toddler, and you were so lonely today, you were hoping Jake would say yes. But he kissed you on the cheek before he said, "Not tonight. I told Cat we'd be home by six."

You just nodded, once again afraid your voice might shake. You'd be fine; it wasn't like you needed someone with you all the time. It wasn't like you couldn't get through the night.

Once they were gone, you made yourself some dinner and ate it while you stood at the kitchen counter. Occasionally you dropped some bites for Tramp who snapped them up out of the air before anything ever hit the ground.

"Don't tell your dad that this is the reason you beg at the table," you muttered as he sat next to your foot and wagged his tail wildly. Even the veterinarian didn't know exactly how old he was, but he still seemed like a puppy sometimes. You could already picture him and the baby playing together.

Your gaze caught on the newest set of ultrasound photos which you had stacked up at the end of the kitchen counter. The appointment with Dr. Morris made you cry afterwards, because Bradley wasn't there to gush over the baby. You drove his Bronco that day, and you sat quietly trying to compose yourself while enveloped in his smell. He had some older ultrasound images tucked in the sun visor, and you wanted him to see the new ones so badly, you ached.

"I'm going to get ready for bed," you groaned at Tramp even though it was still early. You took a bath with the floating thermometer Bradley bought for you to use while pregnant. You drank a can of ginger ale instead of your preferred pink champagne, and you listened to one of the playlists he made for you.

When you were climbing in bed, you took the note he left you from your nightstand. It was folded into a paper airplane that looked exactly like his tattoo. He'd even written Baby Girl on it like always. Very carefully, you unfolded it and read the short message that you already had memorized, because it just meant something more in his handwriting.

I love both of you so much, sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming. Nothing could be this good. There's no way I get to return home to everything I ever wanted. I don't know when I'll be back, so I need you to take care of yourself and the Nugget until I can take over my duties again. I won't be gone a minute longer than I need to be.

You shut your light off before your tears could fall, and Tramp snuggled in next to you. When you thought about Bradley, you pictured him in his bunk. Maybe he was alone. Maybe he was with Reuben. Maybe he was rooming with a different officer. But it didn't matter, because you could easily imagine him practically spilling out of the narrow bed, one knee bent with the pink and blue notebook propped up while he wrote to the baby.

When your phone started ringing in the pitch darkness, you jumped, practically falling out of bed as you reached for your lamp and phone at the same time. It was a FaceTime call. It said restricted caller. You screeched his name, far too loud for your voice which has been resting just seconds ago. You shoved your glasses into place so you could see him, and shouted, "Bradley! Roo! Are you okay?"

"Hey, Baby Girl," he crooned, and his smiling face came into focus. You practically dropped your phone as he said, "I'm fine. Sorry it's so late."

You felt giddy laughter bubbling up inside you; the idea of your husband apologizing for calling and making your whole week was absurd. "No, no, no, this is perfect," you insisted. "This is great.

Bradley laughed and said, "I miss you so fucking much. Wish I was in bed right there with you."

"Me too," you replied. "It got chilly here tonight, and Tramp isn't as snuggly as you are." You missed his warmth and voice so much. It was almost Halloween, and the nights felt way too long.

His voice was just a whisper as he said, "Tell me about the Nugget."

Your smile felt overpowering. "Dr. Morris said the Nugget looked great when I was there two weeks ago."

"Two weeks ago," he groaned, rubbing his hands along his face. "Sweetheart... I already missed so much." When he looked at the screen again, you were out of bed and on the move. "Where are you going?"

You flipped on the hallway light and said, "To get the ultrasounds to show you. I left them on the kitchen counter."

You propped up your phone and held up one of the photos so he could see the baby. "There's my Nugget," he said, voice thick with emotion as you held up a second image. "Fucking cutest baby I've ever seen."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling better than you had in weeks. "I liked this one the best. I think it looks like the baby is waving hello."

"Shit," he gasped. "You're right. I can't wait to wallpaper our bedroom with copies of these."

You pulled the ultrasound away and gasped, "You're probably not even joking."

"I'm definitely not even joking."

You leaned on the counter and got a little closer to your phone as you whispered, "Another week or so, and I can go in for an anatomy scan."

Now you felt guilty as he nodded with his lips pressed together. "You get to find out if the Nugget is a boy or a girl."

Tears stung your eyes. You could already imagine him holding the baby in his arms, loving him or her no matter what. "Yeah," you said with a nod. "But I don't really want to do that without you there too."

It took him a moment to respond. "I wish I could get home in time to hold your hand and find out in person. But you know I don't care one way or the other. The only nice thing is that we can start narrowing down baby names soon. I actually wrote down a few that I kind of like in the Nugget notebook earlier."

Your heart swelled. "I can't wait to read all of your notebook entries. And if you're not home for my next appointment, I'll be practically vibrating with anticipation until I get to tell you if it's a boy Nugget or a girl Nugget."

You wanted to show him how your belly looked more curvy now, but when you and he both parted your lips to speak, you heard someone shouting in the same room as him on the aircraft carrier. Now your husband wasn't looking at you at all.

"Bradshaw! It's time. Get into your flight suit."

"Yes, Sir," Bradley said before glancing back down.

"You have to go," you sobbed, unaware that you were actually crying until you heard yourself.

"I do," he said quickly. "Right now. Listen, I love you. More than anything. You and the baby both, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too," you sobbed as your lips trembled. "So much."

"I'll be home soon," he told you earnestly. "I love you."

Then you were standing alone in your kitchen at 4:48 in the morning with tears streaming down your face. The abrupt end to the call set your nerves on edge just seconds after you had been feeling so good. You gripped the edge of your kitchen counter; that wasn't a regular call to order, that was the start of his mission you just witnessed.

There was no chance of you falling asleep again, so you let yourself cry while Tramp put his head down on your bare foot and licked your ankle.

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Halloween came, and you could barely manage to give out candy to the neighborhood kids. You'd had Bradley with you for the previous two Halloween nights in a row, and this year you didn't even want to buy a costume without him. You were exactly twenty weeks along, approximately halfway through your pregnancy, but it was hard to be excited even as groups of kids ran up and down the sidewalk.

You sat on your porch and dropped goodie bags into pillowcases and plastic pumpkins while Tramp barked inside the house. You commented on all of the cute costumes. You cried a little bit. Your emotions were all over the place as you tried to imagine what it might be like going out to collect candy a year from now with your baby in a tiny costume.

When the trick-or-treating ended, you went inside and opened a miniature sized Hershey bar for yourself, and then you almost screamed. The chocolate fell to the floor as you reached for your belly. Tramp looked between you and the fallen treat as you sank down onto your knees.

"Oh my God," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut tight. You could feel the baby moving. It was kind of a wild fluttering sensation. You rubbed your palm against your shirt a little more, and the slight movement felt like a response. Your baby was right there. "Hi, little Nugget." Then you felt something like a soft thump.

You wished more than anything that Bradley was here to witness it. He was going to absolutely freak out when he got home. Then the intrusive thoughts arrived. If he got home. It had been another week and a half since that FaceTime call where he got cut off by a commanding officer. If his mission was completed, he should have called you back by now. But at least you didn't have a fleet admiral dialing your number.

You didn't move for a long time, not until the baby seemed to get into a cozy position where the movement slowed down and then stopped. When Tramp started sniffing around the candy bar, you crawled over to it and picked it up before he could get any ideas.

Time was simultaneously at a standstill and also moving too fast. In four weeks, it would be Thanksgiving and your first wedding anniversary. You'd been holding off making plans with your parents, because you didn't know what to do. You were already overdue for your anatomy scan, dodging phone calls from Dr. Morris's office when they told you that you absolutely needed to come in for your checkup. They were starting to leave you lengthy messages about how they needed to complete the full scan to be sure there were no underlying issues.

As you walked to your bedroom, you promised yourself you'd call tomorrow and schedule an appointment. Bradley would miss finding out if the Nugget was a boy or girl, but at least you'd get to see all ten fingers and all ten toes for the first time. You could reveal the news to Bradley when you got to talk to him. You would go to your appointment, because he trusted you to take care of yourself and the baby the best that you could.

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The cafeteria was packed when you walked in with your uniform shirt untucked and your pants unbuttoned. You finally caved and ordered a maternity uniform last week, and Bickel let you cry in his office about how ugly it was before he sent you back to the lab. It should be arriving any day, but for now, you were making do.

When Nat saw you, she was on her feet heading your way immediately. "Your belly looks bigger!" she gasped, pulling you toward the table where she was sitting with Bob and Maria. "When's Rooster coming home?"

You shrugged miserably. "You think I know? I just work here."

Her laughter made you smile for the first time all day. Your nausea was back a little bit, and you were too afraid to even try to eat anything until you got home later tonight. When Nat scooted her tray closer to the edge of the table to make room for you, she asked, "Where's your lunch?"

You didn't want to lie, but you really didn't want them to pressure you to eat right now. "I think I'll just take something back upstairs with me." As you slid onto the empty spot on the bench, you asked, "Do you know if anyone has heard from Payback?"

You were met with shaking heads which didn't help your mood at all. What the hell was going on with this mission? Your tongue felt too thick, and your saliva practically made you gag as Bob said, "I thought they would have been home by now. Five weeks is a long time for a special mission."

Maria elbowed him in the side, but it's not like he was saying anything you weren't already thinking. This sickening feeling had been inside you for days where you were convinced something went wrong. You just couldn't fathom why you hadn't received a call yet.

"I know," you muttered. "It's okay." But you weren't actually sure if it was or not. It has been months since you had a panic attack where you had to spend a few hours with Dr. Genevieve, but you could feel it building up now. Worrying about Bradley and yourself and the baby all at the same time was mentally and emotionally exhausting.

You pretended to pick up a sandwich before heading toward the elevators in the lobby, and you stopped to throw up in the bathroom before you made it back to your office. Your anatomy scan was scheduled for Friday, almost three weeks after they originally wanted you to come in. If you were still feeling this anxious, you'd block off part of your schedule next week to visit Dr. Genevieve again.

Somehow, even though the only thing on your mind was talking to Bradley, you were shocked when your phone woke you up just before midnight on Wednesday evening. This time you rocketed to your feet as you yanked your phone free from the charger. It wasn't a FaceTime call. It said RESTRICTED CALLER. You braced your hand on your nightstand in the dark, and when you answered, you knew immediately that it wasn't your husband on the other end of the call.

"Hello? I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw," came a male voice in response, and then he was asking you to confirm your personal information.

"What happened?" you gasped once he established that you really were the one and only person on Bradley's contact list. "What happened to him?"

There was a soft hum from the man, and you wanted to jump through the phone and strangle him for his lack of response. Then, as you finally managed to turn on your lamp, he said, "It looks like his flight just took off out of Hong Kong."

"Flight?" you gasped. "He's in the air?"

"Yes. A commercial flight into San Diego. He should arrive Friday morning, and I can give you the details now so someone can arrange for a ride for him."

You were baffled as to why Bradley didn't call you himself, but if he was on his way home, you didn't care. And you weren't going to arrange for a ride for him. You were going to pick him up yourself. When you grabbed a pen from your nightstand, the only paper you could find was the love note he left for you, so you started writing the flight number on your arm instead. Then you gasped and almost dropped the phone when you ended the call. There was the slightest chance he would be back in time!

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Bradley was exhausted. He knew he could sleep for two days, no problem. He would land in San Diego and hope you were there to get him, then he'd ask you if the baby was a boy or a girl, then he'd take you home and make love to you before falling the fuck asleep. He really wanted to start building the jungle gym playset, but that was just going to have to wait for another day.

It was Friday, or at least that's what he thought, and he wasn't sure how busy you had been at work, because he hadn't spoken to you in weeks. Maybe Bickel let you take the morning off. If Bradley didn't get to see you in baggage claim like he always had before, he was going to be so annoyed that he was delayed weeks longer than he should have been. This mission turned into a three part nightmare on the high seas, and all he wanted was his wife and his Nugget.

When his flight landed, he was up and out of his seat, ready to go. Of course he ended up lifting down carryon bags for a few older passengers and one woman who had two kids with her. Of course he knelt down to help someone find their reading glasses. But all he wanted was for this line of people to move it off the aircraft so he could get into the terminal and call you.

When you answered on the second ring, shouting his name into the phone, he couldn't help but smile. "I just landed, Sweetheart. Does that mean you're here to get me?"

"Yes! I'm in baggage claim! Hurry up!"

His whole body thrummed with need as he picked up his pace at the confirmation that you were here for him. "I'm coming as fast as I can," he promised, squeezing between two groups of people walking way too slowly. He wanted to know if you took the day off. There were a hundred questions circling his brain, but the first one that he needed an answer to was, "How's my Nugget?"

He could hear the smile in your voice as you said, "Your little Nugget is thriving, Roo. But get over here and see for yourself!"

"Baby Girl," he laughed, jogging a little faster. "I'm coming."

"Hurry," you whined, and he needed to give you what you wanted.

He bypassed the crowded escalator and took the stairs as quickly as he could, skidding around a corner as he turned toward baggage claim. "Almost there," he panted into the phone. And then he saw you and groaned, "Fuck," loud enough that a few people shot him nasty looks. "Holy shit, Sweetheart."

Bradley ended the call as you glanced around, and he stumbled when you finally spotted him. You were wearing a new dress. It was a pretty shade of green, and it was snug, hugging all of your curves. Hugging your bump. You had a bump. You looked so obviously pregnant to him, he was ready to crawl on his hands and knees and beg at your feet.... for what, he wasn't sure. But that's what his brain was barking at him to do right now.

"Roo!" you called out, prancing toward him in that tight dress and your boat shoes, and literally nothing felt better than being with you. As soon as you were in his arms, he was home. "Bradley," you moaned against his lips as his hands found your sides. You felt different in the best possible way. The swell of your belly wasn't huge yet, but it was definitely there. He could feel it. His growing baby.

God, you were kissing him just right, fingers threading through his hair as you rubbed yourself against him. "Jesus," he groaned into your mouth, but you kissed it away as he ran his hands along as much of your middle as he could reach. He couldn't help it; when you eventually broke the kiss to take a breath, he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Your fingers were still in his hair as you looked down at him in surprise. "Roo?"

He was kissing along that green fabric and rubbing his nose against that perfect, little bump. He knew you were twenty-two weeks along, and he knew what that meant. "Please, tell me," he rasped, stroking you gently with his thumb. "Please, Sweetheart. Is it a girl or a boy?"

Your softly parted lips and smile had all of his focus as he waited to hear you tell him what he'd been dying to know. "Oh," you whispered, pushing your fingers through his hair, leaving him in anticipation as your fingertips glided down his cheek. "I don't know yet."

"You don't?" he asked, brow creased in concern. But you just kept smiling as his heart pounded. "You don't know?"

"Nope," you replied easily. "My appointment is in an hour."

Bradley rocketed to his feet. "Are you serious?" he whispered, his voice a little harsh. "I didn't miss it?"

You kissed him softly as he collected you back in his arms. "You didn't miss it, Roo. I postponed it as long as I could. You're just in time."

"Hell yes!" he whooped, pumping one fist in the air as you giggled. "You waited for Daddy," he said, smiling down at your belly as he slowly walked you backwards. "That's my Nugget." You were looking up at him with trusting eyes as he pushed you back against a pillar next to the baggage carousel. "You said we have an hour?"

"Yes."

"Good," he murmured before his lips found yours, and his hands continued their excited exploration of your new curves.

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Fairy prince

Characters: Sky x male reader, Brandon x male reader, Riven x male reader

Universe: Winx Club/Winx Saga

Warnings: None

Authors note: Okay that's a strange one. It is a hybrid of the old Winx Club animated Series and the horrible reboot from Netflix. It is in a sense more on the Winx Club side of things but has also parts of its reboot in it. So yeah, hope you guys like it.

When your parents told you that now was the time that you had to leave amid the war you were fighting against a neighboring world, to say you were furious, would be an understatement.

Even though you did not want to leave, you couldn’t go against your parent's word. So a couple of days later, you found yourself at the entrance of the Alfea school for fairies. The mostly pink building made you almost vomit on sight. But being near other people like you would be a nice change. You have four younger brothers, but none of them are like you.

And then came the moment in which you entered the place. Only fairies could at the start enter the campus and everyone looked at you astonished, as you followed a group of girls onto it.

Minding your own business, not even realizing that dozens of pairs of eyes stared you down. Hanging on your phone texting with Vika, your brother that was closest in age to you.

Where finally someone tapped on your shoulder. Turning around, a faint smile crept on your face, as you saw an older woman with white hair in front of you.

„Young man, you must be mistaken, this is Alfea the school for fairies,“ she began to talk. As you wanted to interrupt her, she started anew. „The school for specialists is a couple of kilometers west from here, you can’t miss the red fountain!“ Her voice was happy to help you.

Dumbfounded you just stood there. In your family was it normal for boys to be fairies and not the girls. For generations, at least one of your kin visited Alfea, yes it is a long time overdue, cause of your father's generation having not a single one, but before him, were seventeen, alone from your family alone.

„Excuse me? I think I’m at the right place,“ you only told her determinedly.

She was taken aback, especially at your slightly sour tone. Without giving her more of your attention, you went back to your phone. Telling your brother everything that had happened.

You did not notice, that the woman had left or that everyone gathered at a place, in front of a little stage. Only after the woman you had just a confrontation with, lets out beautiful magic, do you look up again. Not being able to hear her, you walked closer.

It was only welcoming, but again you got the feeling of belonging deep inside of you. Eyes glistening in excitement. You even hold your hand to one of the magical butterflies she just let appear, out. A lot of them landed on you, tickling your soft skin. Never in your life, have you ever seen something so beautiful?

Only the color of blood corpses piling up, as art and the screams of dying or hurt people, as music. But this, this was entirely different, warmth began to fill you up.

At least until you felt something strange hovering over you, just as you wanted to look, you fell to the floor. Not knowing what was happening, you tried to stand up, by putting your hands on the floor. But were unable to move them even a little bit. As your eyes wandered down you saw a kind of rope, binding you together.

Angry you tried to free yourself, but it also seemed to block your magic. Fear flowed through your veins, which only got worse, as you saw that nobody was going to help you.

„Miss Faragonda, we were sent to get this one out of here, to get him to the right place as you wish.“ Immediately your eyes went to the older lady, that had spoken to you before. She smiled at you sweetly, but the only thing you could feel was a betrayal. Not only from your own kind but also from a woman, your grandfather most likely held in high regard.

„You can’t do this, I’m a fairy too!“, you screamed out, which let everyone look at you in disgust. That you really tried that to get into an all-girls school.

Before you could make more problems, a blond guy took your upper body, while a brown-haired guy, took the other side and carried you away. All the while you spewed insults, and threats, and all in all being aggressive.

With the hovercraft back in their own school, you got carried to the headmaster, where he wanted to explain why you thought, being obviously a specialist to go to Alfea to learn about the craft. At this point, you did not answer anything. Which got you in a confinement cell. To let cool you off.

But your anger just grew in there. To get betrayed was one thing, but from people who should understand and be with you? Your own magical kind? The only ones even in the slightest should be able to feel the pain of responsibility you had on your shoulders?

For an entire week were you in there, often both headmasters you had seen came to you, to speak, but you hadn’t any of it. Three times a day, the brown-haired guy that had brought you there, feed you. Because of the rope that still bound you together, you couldn’t eat yourself.

After this week a very known face to you finally got you out of this cell. He almost broke as he saw you. Caged into a cell, instead of being together with your kind, just as he was when he was younger.

He destroyed the rope and got you to follow him. His steps were slow and the walking stick wouldn’t do it for much longer. Still, he walked up all the flight of stairs. He was determined for something.

As you got into the headmaster's room, in which you were the first day. „Saladin!“, your grandfather called through the room. As the other old man looked up from his desk, he was shocked to see you and your grandfather. But before he could say anything, your own clam grandfather shot an explosion at him.

The room was destroyed but no one was harmed. Still, Saladin was obviously confused. „What are you doing here Teritel?“

„What I’m doing here? My second oldest grandson brought to my attention, that my oldest was not answering him anymore. So I came to this place to find him, only to hear from Fraragonda, that my precious boy is in here! Caged into a cell!“, the last part he screamed in absolute anger.

Even the headmaster gulped hard at seeing your grandfather this angry. „Because he is obviously a specialist and not a fairy.“ Saladin tried to argue softly. But then your grandfather showed him his own wings.

„I have expected more from your guys. You knew that my family brings out male fairies instead of females! And still, you caught him like a criminal, and humiliated him in front of hundreds of others! This will have consequences, Saladin! As the still reigning king of Ulnika, I will bring this up in the next „Kings and Queens“ meeting. Maybe we need new schools for the next generations!“

Just then your grandfather wanted you to go with him. Telling the other older man, which seemed to have been once a friend of your grandfathers, to stop you two.

„No we can train him here, maybe even with fairy guidance!“, he tried to get to a compromise.

„You want my grandson? My heir, to half a half excuse of a fairy education? One that he as the protector of an entire world, has a right to? He already is experienced enough to get all of your boys on the floor with a sword, so what could he learn more from you, than from a school full of fairies?“

The man seemed to be at a loss for words. Which your grandfather took as your leaving sign. But this time it was you to stop him. „Maybe I should try it. But only, if we start the school year with a training camp with both fairies and specialists, where both get trained together for a while.“

Your grandfather at first reluctant, understood with a couple of moments looking into your eyes. S slightly evil grin appeared on his wrinkled face, „That is a fantastic idea. Deep in the woods, is an old wizard school. It still gets cared for.“

Saladin at the end of his wisdom said `yes´ to it, He didn’t even have much of a choice left, but still. At least he wouldn’t be on your grandfather's bad side anymore.

And as your grandfather had told already, you could bring all of them down. And you looked forward to doing it. Especially with the blond and brown-haired guys. But also the one with purple hair tips. The one that had thrown the rope to contain you.

A wide, satisfied smirk already was on your face, not being able to wait for the day of your revenge.

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