#To the Girl at the Riverbend
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Just Around The Riverbend
Pre-Avatar Way of the Water
Jake Sully x daughter!reader
I feel like we can all agree that Jake is THE king of girl dads.
Jake liked to give each of his children his time as they grew up. One thing he never wanted to make the mistake of was neglecting any of his children. He wanted each and every one of them to have a day of his undivided attention. Whether it was flying his ikran with Lo’ak, hunting with his eldest. Letting his girls lead him on an exploration through Pandora’s forests there was something unique, something special that he always made sure to treasure with his children.
For you, it was the water. On especially warm days you’d beg your father to take you down to the waters when he wasn’t leading a hunting party. And how could he say no? You’d pout your lips and look up at him with those big beautiful eyes you’d inherited from your mother and he was like putty in your hands.
Your fathers hand pressed into your stomach gently as the pa’li languidly trotted through the thickets of the forest.
You whined silent and pressed back into your father looking up at him. And though he didn’t look down he could see the pout on your lips and the impatient look in your eyes. “Are we close yet?” He knew for certain your impatience was directly from him.
But he wouldn’t fall prey to those pouty eyes again. “Not yet, what does mommy say?”
“Be patient,” and you settled back into your father deciding to busy yourself with your hair which you twirled and pinched at the braids that silently clinked together. Mommy braided it similar to her own adding the pretty beads you would twirl with as she held you in her arms. While your father indulges in your explorations you prefer the comfort of your home in your mothers arms together.
In the brightness of the night in the home tree on the branches with a view of the stars, your mother would tenderly braid your hair. Slowly she’d twist and plait while her songs filled the night air lulling you into a near slumber. And on some nights you’d join in having memorized them by heart. Your mother would coo and praise you, telling you one day you’d sing for the people.
Your daydreaming unbeknownst to you was enough to keep you distracted for the remainder of the journey. When you felt your father finally slowing down you perked up. A beautiful fall filled with small creatures led down a ways. The sounds of the water and animals were peaceful, and the beauty of it all left you in awe.
Your father disconnected his queue and helped you down, but as soon as you feet touched the grass you shot like a bullet into the water.
And Jake watched on huffing with a smile as he watched your face light up with every splash you made. It was like Eywa was smiling down on you with how the sunlight beamed so beautifully down onto you. No matter how many times he took you to fly or ride out into the forests, you were always left amazed by the beauties of Pandora.
You looked like a princess out of a fairy tale.
“Daddy come in!” Your squeals shook Jake out of his thoughts and he led the pa’li down a way to drink from the waters before sitting along the grass, plunging his feet into the cool waters. You pouted and swam toward your father grabbing his ankle and pulling as hard as you could. But you’d need at least ten more of you if you wanted to pull your father into the water!
And so you pulled again letting out a low growl that your fathers ears picked up on, “oh? Is that a naughty nantang I hear?” You giggled letting out more of your scary growls this time playfully nipping your fathers hands that attempted to pry you away. “Oh and this one bites too! Well…” Your father let out a mighty roar and in one quick move scooped you into his arms twirling the both of you into the water.
Your squeals and giggles were like music to his ears as he held you high above and then brought you down to blow a big raspberry into the side of your face. Your hands pushed against your father's face pleading with him to stop. When you were finally left breathless he let you down to hold you into his side, he smoothed your wet braids out from your face to get a good look at your face.
“Has the naughty nantang learned its lesson?” Your bubbling giggles were enough for him to know that you were far from done.
You would spend the entirety of that afternoon splashing in the waters with your father. You’d swim together down the lazy rivers and race your father back to the waterfall. He claims it was a tie but you let your father win because he wasn’t the strongest swimmer like you were. The naughty nantang came back for revenge but the mighty Toruk Makto tamed the beast in an instant.
And just as the sun slowly began to disappear from the sky Jake brought out Neteyam’s old bow and arrows. Your fathers eyes latched onto a plump fish that was attempting to hide away between the rocks.
“Right there,” you whispered to the breeze, allowing your fathers hands to adjust your stance.
“Careful. Breath through here.” He pressed onto your stomach which flexed from the deep breath you took and then, “release.” the bow shot out right into the fish. You waded into the water and scooped the flopping fish up holding it up to your father who praised you and asked if you wanted to try again.
You’d caught three others lying in a pile next to the two of you as you watched the sun slowly eclipse, eating berries you had snuck from your grandmother. In actuality she knew you had a taste for them and always left them out in a place that was easy enough for you to pocket.
Your feet slowly kicked through the waters as your head lay on your fathers arm. You quietly hummed into the silence of the oncoming night. A sweet song of thanks. And so with your eyes closed you focused on your silent prayer. You thanked Eywa for the fish you caught, for this day with your father and for your father who looked down at you with a sweet love in his eyes at your swaying.
“What are you singing babygirl?”
Your eyes remained pressed shut in focus but in just barely a whisper you answered, “to the great mother, I wanted to thank her.”
“Oh, what are you thanking her for?” He knows you liked to practice the thanks to Eywa that hunters whispered, but you recited it perfectly with him for the fish you’d caught.
“You daddy.” You didn’t see the lone tear that Jake failed to contain, but he didn’t care. He would weep for days at the love that filled his heart for you. And so he leaned down and pressed his forehead to your own gently as to not interrupt your singing and whispered, “yeah, and I thank her for you too babygirl.”
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Starry Night
Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Reyna)
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow 2, chapter 3
Word count: 4000
Rating: T
Warnings: emotional hurt
Category: hurt/comfort
Synopsis: Having reunited with most of her party, Reyna discovers the true extent of the traumatic events of the previous months.
A/n: special thanks to @starlight-starfury for encouraging me to include Tyril speaking elven 🫰🏻
× Calanín - my light: elven word of affection, the elven equivalent of the Common language's "my love;" the elves believe that love is often fleeting, but the Light is constant, and the most precious resource they possess.
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Nia, Mal, and the children had developed a routine, thanks to which the kids changed into their pyjamas, brushed their teeth, and were tucked in under thirty minutes. If one would take Nia at her word, developing the schedule took weeks, but due to eager cooperation the group managed to reduce the time from two hours to just thirty minutes, saving the guardians a considerable amount of time—time that they would spend reading, searching, and discussing the possible methods of rescuing Reyna. After ten minutes, Nia and Mal returned downstairs, having wished the kids a good night and slumped in the chairs, exhausted. Soon, the giggles and banter upstairs quietened down, and Mal breathed out a sigh of relief while Nia smiled at her friends, her features softened by the warm candlelight.
“Can I offer you anything? Water, tea? We don’t have much, but I’d love to host you properly,” the Priestess chirped, already rising from her seat, but Tyril held out his hand to stop her.
“It’s alright, thank you, Nia. Save what you have for the children.”
Nia nodded, while the elf rested his left hand on Reyna’s thigh, gently squeezing it in a poorly disguised display of affection. Her lips curved in a soft smile, and she vaguely covered his hand with her own before addressing the rogue before her.
“Lord Weasley of Riverbend, huh?”
Mal smiled sheepishly and scratched his neck, blushing faintly as if he had been caught in a lie. “I had to improvise, and Riverbend just happened to occupy my mind an awful lot lately.”
“Gotta admit, you really nailed the accent. If I hadn’t known better, I’d think you were a native,” she winked, drawing a laugh from Mal.
“What can I say? I had spent an awful lot of time with you, kit.”
Nia joined the conversation. “How is Kade? I’ve been meaning to visit him, but there was always something urgent to attend to, and…”
“He’s doing just fine, cooped up in the library or in the royal gardens with Loola and Threep. He’s made the Master Librarian his archenemy, though.”
The Priestess chuckled. As Mal rested his arm on the back of her seat, a quiet yawn escaped Reyna’s lips and her eyes watered uncontrollably. She rested her head against Tyril’s shoulder, continuing to smile at her friends. Although she did not feel the true length of her absence, she had missed them, and at that moment she felt at peace.
The idyllic atmosphere was disrupted by a quiet childish giggle coming from the top of the stairs, and the group's heads turned simultaneously in that direction. Mal sighed exhaustedly and rubbed his tired eyes before addressing the children.
“Guys, we talked about staying up past bedtime!”
The grave silence that followed his remark was soon interrupted by barefoot steps and the creaking of the old wooden floor. A frail, pale blonde girl stood next to Mal and whispered in his ear, her big eyes glued to Reyna. In response, Mal smiled at the child and nodded. “Do you want me to introduce you?”
The girl nodded her head excitedly, and he addressed his friend.
“Kit, this is Nyra, she's a big fan of yours.”
Reyna's brows furrowed. "Fan?"
“Mal and Nia often told us stories of your adventures! My favourite is the one when you ran after Duchess Xenia and fought her! I want to be as brave as you when I grow up!” the girl chattered reedily. “Can I ask you a question?”
"Ask away, Nyra," she sent the girl an encouraging smile, squeezing Tyril's hand under the table.
"Weren't you afraid?"
"I'd be crazy not to be afraid,” she smiled. “Bravery isn't about not being afraid, it's about doing the right thing despite fear."
The girl nodded, drinking the words off Reyna’s lips, staring at her heroine in awe.
“Now go to sleep, Nyra,” Mal rubbed the girl’s arm, softly pushing her towards the stairs. Before disappearing in the darkness, Nyra waved at the couple, and Reyna sighed.
“Said like a true hero,” Nia concluded while the men agreed silently.
“It’s good to see you, guys. I just wish Imtura was with us.”
“We’ll find her, don’t fret, Rey-Rey,” Mal assured. The nickname made Reyna groan.
“Please don’t call me that.”
“How about Rey of Sunshine?”
Reyna glowered at him. “Mal, I’m warning you.”
“Reiny?”
“Oh, I like Rey!” Nia joined in the conversation, grinning.
“What do you think of “Reine”? I think it suits your personality,” the thief continued. “What do you think, elf boy?”
Tyril, smiling softly at the course the conversation took, looked to his left at his partner, his eyes glistening with the reflection of a nearby candlelight. “I believe my answer falls under a public display of affection.”
Nia brightened up. “Aw! It’s so nice seeing you two together again. Tyril had been so miserable without you, Reyna.”
“Tyril, my man, I’d like to remind you that we were direct neighbours at the Palace and their walls are surprisingly thin, so you really shouldn’t be em—”
Tyril cut in, blushing. “Stop talking.”
Grinning, the rogue continued teasing, pointing to Reyna with a nod of his head, while Nia and Tyril grew considerably more abashed. “I see you already had a chance to celebrate.”
Reyna touched her neck, remembering the necklace of red love bites that her lover bestowed upon her the previous night, and bit her lip, slightly embarrassed. She forgot to cover the bruises in the morning as she was in a hurry. The Priestess intervened.
“Stop teasing them, Mal. They’re young and in love, of course they celebrated their reunion.”
In love. The couple looked away, uncomfortable with the subject, but Nia continued, oblivious to their discomfort.
“I’ve been meaning to ask before—” she bit her tongue, cleared her throat, and continued. “Who said it first? Was it romantic? I bet it was! Tyril always had a way with words and—”
“Oh, Priestess, read the room!” Mal chuckled. The redhead’s smile faltered as she raised her eyebrows in question, tilting her head slightly. The rogue explained. “Look at them! Elf boy’s about to turn dark purple, they obviously haven’t said that yet.”
Nia’s lips shaped into the letter “o” as the realisation dawned on her, but before she had a chance to apologise, Reyna intervened. “Alright! It was great to see you, but we should go. It’s getting late, and we need to rest.”
“True,” Mal agreed. “No offence, but you look terrible, lordling.”
“It takes one to know one, thief.”
“You don’t like my haircut? You wound me,” with feigned offence, Mal placed a hand over his heart, making Tyril roll his eyes. Reyna smiled at the exchange, but agreed with Tyril. Mal looked exhausted, the dark spots under his eyes and slouched posture explicit evidence of that. “Let me walk you to the door.”
Hugging Reyna goodbye, Nia whispered, squeezing her eyelids tight. “Please, don’t disappear again.”
Reyna rubbed her friend’s back reassuringly before moving away from the warm embrace. “I’ll do my best.”
“Your disappearance wreaked havoc, kit,” Mal admitted quietly, patting her back. “I know it may look like we just moved on, but there wasn’t a day Nia didn’t stay up late sifting through the Temple’s scrolls in search of rescue. Whenever I got a promising lead, it turned out to be just an urban legend. We—” his voice broke. In no hurry, Mal took a deep breath and moved away, his hands resting on Reyna’s shoulders. “We really tried, kit. I’m sorry it wasn’t enough.”
Reyna smiled comfortingly. “Don’t beat yourself up, Mal. I’m here, in one piece, am I not?”
He smiled. “I suppose.”
“Thank you for trying.”
Unpersuaded by her assurance, Mal nodded weakly, and before the couple took their leave, he patted Tyril’s arm. “Don’t let her out of your sight. See you in the morning.”
Strolling through the streets of the capital, slowly climbing towards the Whitetower castle, Tyril and Reyna grudgingly discussed the following day’s plan, in the meantime looking around for a seamstress. Despite the late hour, one of the very last vendors was still folding clothes in the town square, and being in desperate need of a more appropriate gear, Reyna left Tyril waiting outside. Patiently pacing around the ornate fountain, the elf studied a nearby florist when his gaze stopped at a bouquet of familiar flowers in the man’s hands. It took a bit of haggling and bragging about his title for Tyril to purchase the flowers imported from his homeland—black-petaled frilly sunflowers with luminescent red stamen—but he purchased them, and he could not suppress the proud smile on his face when Reyna emerged from the building with a paper package in her hands. He handed her the gift wordlessly.
“Oh! What’s the occasion?”
“There is no occasion. These flowers are native to Undermount, we call them melissë anar’insil. They were my mother’s favourite, she grew them in our garden, and…” he bit his lip, blushing slightly. “And they remind me of you.”
“They’re beautiful,” she said quietly, awestruck. “Thank you, Tyril. But you shouldn't have, they look like they have cost a fortune."
"There's a possibility that the saviour got a discount."
A hearty laugh escaped her lips upon hearing the word saviour yet another time the same day. "Admit it, you like being the hero."
Tyril bit his lip, trying to contain his smile. "I suppose the title carries some benefits."
Chuckling, she climbed on the tip of her toes and pressed her lips to his for a short, sweet kiss. She could still faintly taste the sour lime lemonade with mint on his lips, the drink he claimed his favourite, the memory bringing a smile to her face. She thought of their first, and at the same time last, date—the day they partook in festival activities, roamed the streets of Whitetower holding hands, made love in a secluded tower, and ended up intoxicating themselves at a local tavern with Riverbendian drinks. As if reading her mind, Tyril’s lips curved in a knowing smile.
“Does the name of the flower mean anything in Common?” she asked, interlacing their fingers. Resuming their lazy stroll back to the castle, the elf nodded, yet he took his time with the answer, eventually smiling sheepishly.
“It translates to ‘the lovers’ sunflower.’ These sunflowers are considered the flower of royalty in Undermount as due to their rarity only the wealthiest can afford them, and they symbolise devotion, loyalty, and adoration.”
Nodding, Reyna brought the bouquet closer to her face and took a deep breath. The smell was sweet but not overpowering, reminding her of the first days of summer, and the exact smell of Tyril’s bedchamber in Undermount. She remembered walking out to the balcony when he fell asleep and seeing the luminescent stamen in the darkness, thinking how otherworldly they made the garden look.
“I can see why these were your mother’s favourites.”
“Their appearance is but a fraction of the reason for her admiration. Mother adored them because father asked for her hand in marriage with half a dozen bouquets of these flowers and had showered her with grandiose bouquets ever since on the most important occasions. She always said it’s a perfect addition to any confessions and talked very fondly of the day Adrina was born as father had the Manor’s ballroom filled with flowers,” Tyril reminisced, his gaze distant but a smile was playing on his lips.
“I’d love to hear more about your mom, she sounds like a very kind soul.”
Tyril nodded. “She was. However, that is a story for another day. We should hurry, it will rain soon.”
The moment Tyril locked their chamber's door, the toller announced the clock struck eleven and Reyna plopped down on the mattress exhausted.
"You don't have to buy me flowers if you want to propose, I'm a simple girl, Tyril," she teased, yawning. The elf flushed purple, realising how inauspiciously he crafted his words back in the town square, and smiled at her. "Duly noted."
"And if you want to fool around, just stay the word," she winked, unlacing the corset of her dress. "Not today, though, I'm dead on my feet."
"Ever the romantic," he smiled. As he helped her out of her clothes and into a loose nightgown, Tyril made sure she was tightly tucked in, and soon joined her, stroking her back until she fell asleep.
People have a saying, one that Tyril overheard while patrolling the streets of Port Parnassus, just minutes before he first bumped into Reyna. They say that what does not kill will make you stronger, and during the year she was gone he prayed it was true. He hoped all this suffering was not in vain.
Yet now she was here with him and he felt everything but stronger. He felt weak, broken, undeserving. He couldn't protect her. It should've happened to him.
He hadn't slept the night before—after he lulled his beloved to sleep, he stayed guard in case of the worst. It gave him plenty of time to look at her, admire the features that he had prayed to see again, to assess the damage she had suffered at the hands of… Of who exactly? She didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't push her. Overwhelming her was the very last thing he wanted to make her feel so soon after returning; alas, because of that choice, his imagination was running wild. His mind was painting the pictures of Reyna running through the obsidian desert, fighting the remaining Shadow soldiers, battered, aghast, and disappointed she had to save herself because the people closest to her had failed.
Studying the fresh horizontal scar on her inner arm, Tyril ventured into a dangerous territory of fear-fueled theories as to what lay ahead. The Shadow Realm was an unexplored area, where unlike Morella they were on a hiding to nothing. Tyril did not doubt the loyalty and capability of their group, but they managed to win the fight against the Dreadlord by a stroke of fortune—had it not been for the Priestess’ sacrifice, the party would have lost at least two members, himself included. If the new enemy was indeed a competition to the Shadow Court, they needed allies.
Tyril noticed that upon her return, Reyna not only possessed new wounds and scars, but also lacked that mesmerising glint in her eye, her movements were slower, and body weaker, not to any sudden or loud noises paralysed her with fear. Reyna came back different. Tyril would even risk saying that it was not Reyna who came back. Not the one he knew. It was someone new entirely.
The woman next to him took in a shuddering breath, her fingers gripping the duvet tightly. Restless even in her sleep, Reyna was indisputably facing the consequences of living through numerous traumatic events within a short time period without respite. Reaching forward, Tyril smoothed out the worried crease between her brows with his thumb, deluding himself that with this simple gesture he was able to transfer all her worries onto himself.
Take the utmost care of her and relay that Father and I rejoice at the news of Reyna’s return!
Against his will, Tyril’s mind replayed the moment of reading Adrina's letter. Could he truly protect Reyna? Without demur, he would give his life trying to ensure her safety, albeit such sacrifice seemed pointless from his current standpoint. If he was gone, who would protect her?
“I suppose sleep is not my ally tonight,” she sighed to herself, having woken up from a nightmare-filled sleep. Wrapped in their sheets, Reyna observed Tyril, carefully studying his back, the hair that cascaded over his muscles, the way the moonlight reflected on his skin and how utterly ethereal he looked against the starry night sky. He was sitting on his legs on the balcony, facing the city, unnaturally still. As concern gripped her heart, Reyna cautiously walked over and touched his shoulder.
"Tyril, are you alright?"
The elf looked up, snapped out of his reverie, and his hand covered hers mechanically. "I was meditating. I'm alright."
As it dawned on her, she covered her lips with a hand, doused with a wave of embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's— that makes much more sense than what I feared," she blubbered. She did not intend to reveal the exact reason of her concern, he did not need to hear that her initial thought was that he had been petrified the same way Kaya was. "I won't bother you any longer, I'll just—"
Tyril slowly rose to his feet and rubbed her arm. "It's alright, Reyna, I was supposed to finish a long time ago anyway. Let's get you back to bed."
As his hand rested on the small of her back, he noticed the dampness of her skin.
"Do you do that often? Meditate?"
He nodded. "It's supposed to be only thirty minutes a day, but…" he sighed. "Once the feasible solutions were depleted, I started praying for a miracle. There was nothing more that I could do but pray, so I prayed for hours on end."
Reyna bit her bit as an impulsive thought emerged in her mind. "Would you pray with me?"
As the look of surprise flowered on his face, his brows furrowed, but his expression changed into a kind, encouraging smile within seconds.
"Absolutely. Is there anything in particular you'd wish to pray for?"
Her answer was affirmative. "Do you mind telling me a bit more about your prayers first? I'm not exactly religious, and I don't know much about your gods, but I feel like it's the right thing to do."
"Anyone is welcome to seek comfort and guidance from the gods, you needn't be religious for that," he reassured. "We do not have many prayers per se as we'd rather engage in a silent conversation with the gods during meditation, but should one need a prayer there is a universal formula. I can't know for certain, but I believe the gods would look kindly on prayers for blessing or good fortune," he explained, gently rubbing her back as he guided her inside. As they made themselves comfortable on the silk carpet, assuming the exact position Reyna found him in, the elf interlaced their fingers and rested their hands on his lap. "I suppose one could also pray to nature, as do orcs, although I haven't heard of my kind practising that."
"I'd like to pray for Kaya, to put in a good word for her, so she can rest easily," she breathed out quickly, almost cutting him short. When his expression fell, she rapidly added: "Unless that's not how it works, then—"
"No, it's just— it's very thoughtful of you," he smiled, and Reyna breathed a sigh of relief. "If you wish, you may repeat after me, but it’s not necessary since you may find it challenging to pronounce certain words.”
“I’ll try,” she nodded and took a deep breath. As soon as Tyril noticed her shoulders relax, he began reciting the prayer, slowly, pronouncing the words clearly, giving her time to repeat.
“Alcarvalda nostar, varyando o in nór nosyë, iqulmë lissë an vilissë o Kaya Duskraven. Cé pataro imbi eleni, nínion ‘nin gwannad lîn. Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath.”
As he finished, the elf stroked her knuckles softly, observing her carefully. Reyna was on edge, that was clear, although he could not figure out the exact reason—however, as tears spilled from her tightly shut eyes, he intervened, closing her in an embrace.
"Do you think she rests in peace? That Xenia's deed hadn't influenced her eternal rest?"
"I believe our Gods are omniscient and just, and as they welcomed Kaya, they saw her for the wonderful person she was before her life was stolen from her."
She hummed in response. They stayed like this for several minutes until Reyna’s breath evened out, and a yawn slipped past her lips. Tyril helped her climb onto the mattress and lulled her to sleep, just the night before, telling her a story of Undermount society’s attempts to open the city to the world. "Thank you," she whispered. “I— The prayer did bring me some comfort.”
Two hours. It took only two hours for Reyna to wake up again. She sat up straight, her skin blanketed with sweat. Tyril stroked her back through the damp gown as she took deep breaths to compose herself.
"It's alright," he comforted repeatedly, allowing her to rest on his chest and cry out all the emotions bothering her at that moment.
But it wasn't alright. At that moment, Reyna could not remember the nightmare that caused her to wake up drenched in sweat and with a plea on her lips, but she felt utterly devastated and powerless, and no amount of consolation was able to calm her down. Her heart would not stop pounding against her ribcage as tears would not stop flowing down her cheeks, and the terror she awakened to deftly transfigured into suffocating panic that immediately alerted the elf.
Fixing their position so that they were sitting facing each other, Tyril's palms cradled her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Reyna, focus on me, alright? Breathe with me, take as long and deep breaths as you can, and hold it in for five seconds," he instructed, feeling his equilibrium wane as the woman before him struggled to settle her nerves. The calming spell was ready to roll from the tip of his tongue when at last Reyna took a deep, shaky breath.
He counted down the seconds out loud for her, time after time, until her muscles relaxed, and the body became heavy in his hands. The back of his hand wiped the drops of sweat off her forehead as he laid her down, back to the same position she woke up in, and kissed her cold temple, pressing his lips for several long seconds.
She hadn't slept well the night before, and that night would probably be no different. Rubbing her back up and down, he proposed to tell her another story, in a poor attempt to help her fall asleep.
"Just hold me, please,” she pleaded. And as a devout worshipper, Tyril held her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, although his heart ached seeing his partner in pain.
"Are you asleep?"
Startled, Tyril blinked repeatedly to rid his eyes of the remainder of sleep. "No."
“I want to cut my hair.”
The elf’s brows furrowed in confusion, his gaze focusing on the pendulum clock on the far side of the room. “Now? It’s three in the morning.”
“I need a change, and my hair reminds me of what—” she held her tongue. “Will you help me or not?”
Rubbing off the blur in his eyes, Tyril rolled off the bed and approached the mirror she was sitting in front of.
"Are you certain?"
"Just do it."
Visibly unstrung and beaded with sweat, Reyna sat facing the vanity mirror, holding back tears. Unconvinced, he took his own sword from her hand and gripped the hilt tightly. Several seconds and one skilful swish of the sword later, inches of her dark locks hit the floor silently. Holding her blurry gaze in the reflection, Tyril inquired further.
“Calanín, what’s troubling you?”
Reyna dismissed his worry with a shake of her head and made her way to the en-suite bathroom. “Sorry for waking you up,” she added before disappearing into the dimly lit room. The last sound he had heard before drifting off to a turbulent sleep was that of Reyna climbing into the ornate bath.
As the full moon gave way to the sun, coolness to sparkling dew and thin fog, the couple set out to meet their friends, shyly setting out on a new adventure, leaving the turbulent night but a memory.
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Her Legacy
[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]
[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]
Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC) + OC children
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow II, Chapter 2
Word Count: ~1,100
Rating: general (no warnings?)
A/N: This is my HC for why Mal is smiling when we see him in Ch2.
Synopsis: She may be gone, but she could never be forgotten. She lives on in the stories he tells and the hope he inspires.
Mal sat perched on the rooftop of the orphanage he had opened, a place he had come to call home these last couple of months. Before him were five eager faces, eyes wide, filled with wonder. These were the first of what he hoped would be many kids he'd rescued from the harsh streets of White Tower. He longed to find them better homes, but for now, he'd happily share this one with them.
The gibbous moon hung high in the indigo sky, casting a soft, silvery glow upon the small group. The gentle breeze danced on the fringes of the blankets he had set out for them to rest upon.
As he looked at the children, Mal couldn't help but smile. Each of them had a story, a past filled with struggles, and yet, here, they were finally safe. For possibly the first time in their lives, they were cared for, they didn't have to wonder where their next meal would come from, and they weren't at the mercy of begging or stealing to survive. They had a place to belong, and so did he.
"Alright, my little adventurers," Mal began, his voice tender and warm. His eyes twinkled with excitement as he leaned forward, ready to weave another enchanting tale. "Tonight, I'm going to tell you a very special story."
"More special than battling pirates?" Thalassa questioned impatiently. The young girl bounced in her spot in anticipation.
"More special and more important," Mal offered with a gentle nod.
"More important than beating the Shadow Court?" Lysander's eyes narrowed at Mal, not believing any story could be more exciting or important than that. After all, it was what he was most known for.
Mal's smile faltered as he nodded. "More important than that. Defeating the Shadow Court and the Dreadlord were important, but they almost didn't happen, or at least, I might have been there to help."
The children exchanged puzzled glances, their mouths falling open as they expressed their disbelief.
"But you're the hero of White Tower!" Ovisa exclaimed, pressing her fists to her hip incredulously.
"I am one of them, but I almost wasn't," he admitted.
"How come?" The glow of the moonlight illuminated Thalassa's eyes as she begged for answers.
"Every story has a beginning, and this one is my favorite of all," Mal leaned back, letting memories of how they met flood his senses. Her smile, her challenging gaze, her wit and wisdom—she was something special. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be the man before these children now. He drew in a deep breath of the cool night air and began weaving a tale of the night they met, the night his life changed for the better. "It all started in a small town called Riverbend."
"Riverbend," Ovisa's eyes widened. "That's where Daenarya's from."
"Indeed." His heart was heavy at the sound of her name, but he knew it was time to start the story from the best part.
The children gasped, their eyes shining with excitement as he wove a web of intrigue and excitement. He told them of Grenn and Constable Angus, who lost their lives to the minions of the Shadow Court, the treasures of the Temple of Ellara, the first shard, the Shadow Hound, and Duke Erthax. But most of all, he told of her bravery, of her resilience, and of her spirit that led them that night. She was a beacon of hope that made even the darkness tremble in her presence. She was something special. He would make sure she'd never be forgotten.
"Where is she now?" Ovisa questioned.
He opened his mouth, but there were no words. It was a question he always avoided. He shook his head, focusing on his breathing as he calmed himself. She wouldn't want him to live with the weight of his grief. He studied the faces of the curious children, all waiting for the answer. Mal had told many stories over the several weeks they'd been together, but he never explained what happened to her or any of the others. He had failed them all, but, he wouldn't fail these children now. He considered giving her a fairytale ending, telling them she's safe, living out her days in luxury, but they didn't need a fairytale. They needed hope. They needed something to believe in.
"She was taken," he admitted. His words were not much more than a whisper. The children drew closer, hanging on his every word.
"Where?"
"The Shadow Realm."
"Is she okay?"
"Is she coming back?"
"Can we go find her?"
"I don't know." His head hung slightly lower as their questions overwhelmed him. He took a moment before continuing. "But I do know this: I've never met anyone as strong, courageous, and amazing as her. If anyone can find their way back to the light, it's Daenarya. So we must have hope. We can't allow the shadows of the past to steal that from us. I understand how challenging it can be to hold onto hope when life has given you so little reason to, but I hope I can show you that there is still goodness in this world and that each of you has a chance to discover your own hope. My hope comes from her, and I'll share it with you until you find something of your own to put your hope in."
Ovisa was the first to speak up, her voice filled with determination. "We'll hope for her too, Mr. Mal." She rested her head on his shoulder as she sat next to him.
Lysander nodded vigorously. "And we'll make our own hope, just like you said."
Thalassa nodded her agreement. "Maybe we can find her. Maybe that's our adventure."
Mal's lips twitched up at their growing optimism. They were so young, and life had been so cruel to them, but through it all, they still had goodness in them. He wondered what he could have been had someone come along and saved him when he was their age. But as he had told them, there was no use dwelling in the past. Despite his trials, they had brought him to her, and that is something he wouldn't trade for anything.
As the children's eyelids grew heavy, silent yawns slipped from their lips. They exchanged soft, drowsy conversations about what the future might hold and what adventures awaited them. If Daenarya could save the realm, maybe one day they could too. Their story was just beginning.
Mal watched them closely, cherishing the moment for a few minutes longer before ushering them off to their beds. His lips curled into a smile that reached his eyes for the first time in a long time. He enjoyed seeing them like this, hoping for the possibility of what could be. They were proof that she was still there.
The last paragraph is what I imagine we are seeing when we check in with Mal and he's smiling. He is just in awe of the hope and goodness still in these children despite the hardships they've faced.
Thalassa and Lysander are new to this AU, Ovisa is featured in the first Orphanage story I wrote "One More" which is basically another version of this concept (Mal telling stories on the rooftop, but Daenarya is there, so the tone is very different). I decided to carry over Ovisa because while she does exist in my original universe/orphanage, I never actually finished her origin story, so I thought maybe I could do that here? Or maybe I'll do it in my other universe. We'll see.
Rayden and Lydo are not part of this universe yet, but they will be. I couldn't have Mal save them with out Daenarya. And I couldn't not have them in this universe, those are Mal and Daenarya's sons and they will always find each other, even if it takes a little longer.
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My Playchoices MCs #10
Elf girl with a bow? Groundbreaking, I know. Well, what can I say except I'm a Tolkien fangirl fist and a person second. Anyhow, meet my Blades MC Ray! Super happy to finally give her the roguish kind of outfit I always envisioned. And a bunch of other details too! It was a very fun edit to make. Notes below!
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Twilight elf is purely a headcanon thing. We don't know anything about elven ethnicities in the Blades universe, so I stole the idea of different elven ethnicities from DnD.
I wasn’t vibing with the canon name (Raine), but I wanted to keep the anagram with Aerin. Thus, Reina. She rarely ever uses her full name though, and most only know her by her nickname Ray.
She’s very sensitive, both in literally having keen senses as an elf and being a very empathetic person. She’s very intuitive as well, often making decisions based on what feels right, without being able to explain why.
At the beginning of the story, she's not a very good fighter, only ever using her bow for hunting. But she's observant and endlessly creative. So her fighting style is all about using her surroundings and coming up with ingeniously convoluted plans on the fly. And it somehow works!
She genuinely likes most people, and they respond in kind. Her ability to see the best in everyone is a blessing and a curse, because on the one hand, she has no trouble connecting with all sorts of folk (people, animals, weird fish monsters...), but on the other, she is always blind-sighted by the darker aspects of human (and non-human) nature.
Her playfulness and friendliness are often misconstrued as flirting, which is especially frustrating for her since Ray is on the aroace spectrum.
Started learning medicine to help Kade, and became quite good at it. She likes to help people in pain, be it physical or emotional. Before leaving Riverbend, gathering healing herbs and making remedies was her main source of income.
Being two years older than Kade, Ray's always felt the responsibility to take care of him. Kade rightfully suspects that Ray never left Riverbend because of him, and even though Ray herself would never hold it against him, it's an unspoken weight between the two.
Can never back away from a dare.
Every authority figure’s worst nightmare.
Like Kade, loves songs and poetry. Kade is the better musician, but Ray has the better singing voice. When Kade was composing something new, she would often tune in, and they’d just start throwing rhymes at each other. Ray was always too restless to write her own poetry down, but she started doing it after Kade’s disappearance, so that she could share it after Kade comes back.
Doesn’t like thinking about the future. The understanding that she'll outlive everyone she’s ever known terrifies her.
Light sleeper. When she can’t sleep, Ray likes taking long walks, just absorbing the sounds and sights of the world around her. She likes how serene nature is at night.
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Fables & Falsehoods
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow
Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Raine & Kade
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Fantasy violence, blood, depictions of scarring/injury.
Length: 4.7k
Summary: Alternate timeline where Kade was shadow-scarred during the fight against the Dreadlord.
Tags: @lawrencebarkley @watatsumi-island @choicesficwriterscreations
A/N: This turned out wayy longer than expected 😅 For maximum emotional damage also read this fic.
It was morning when Raine set off towards the outskirts of Riverbend, with a light mist still hovering over the hills and the sky a pale shade of daffodil yellow as she followed the river upstream to the wild meadows.
The young girl crouched with her basket in hand as she found a patch of blue chamomile flowers, ignoring how the pollen made her sensitive nose itch while she recalled the instructions the farmer had given her.
Harvest them during early morning, when the dew has evaporated but before the sun is fully shining.
Their scent was reminiscent of the sweet hay kept in the village stables, and she took great care to gently remove the flower heads without damaging the stems before she placed them delicately in the basket.
Once she had collected enough and the sun was higher in the sky, she stood and followed the dirt path back to the village, with her basket bumping against the side of her leg as she went.
She skipped up to the old wooden cottage she and Kade lived in with the farmer, and left the basket on the table near the fireplace so he could use the flowers to make tea, having been unable to collect them himself in his older age.
When it was ready, she tentatively carried the mug to the small room they shared. Inside, Kade’s slight frame laid in bed shaking from fever, his limbs occasionally wracked with tremors as he coughed.
“Kade,” she whispered, unsure if he was asleep. When he stirred and opened his eyes, she sat down beside him. “I brought you tea.”
She helped him sit up enough to lean against the bed frame, and looked inside the mug where the drink had been infused with golden honey that shimmered and swirled within like liquified sunlight. It looked magical, and that gave the young girl enough hope in her heart that it could heal him.
Raine lifted the mug to his mouth so he could take a sip, only six years old and too weak to hold it on his own.
“It’s made with flowers!” She explained. “I found a whole field so I’ll pick some more tomorrow. The farmer said using them in this tea will help you feel better.”
Her expression filled with worry. “It is working, right?”
“Tastes good,” he murmured before glancing back down at the mug. “I’m drinking flowers?”
She giggled and placed the empty mug on the bedside table when he was finished. Kade sighed and laid his head back down on the pillow, and just when Raine thought he was going to fall back asleep, he opened his eyes once more. “Can you read me a story?”
“Which one?” She asked.
“The one about the dragon.”
She picked up the book he was referring to and sat close enough for him to see the penciled illustrations. “Once upon a time, at the top of a great mountain peak, there was a dragon of light whose scales shone brighter than any jewel…”
As she continued to read, dark clouds began to gather outside and her voice was soon accompanied by the soft pattering of light rainfall.
“…The nearby villagers feared for their safety and so they shot the dragon out of the sky, but they didn’t know it had been defending something. Not a hoard of gold but something far more precious, a shimmering egg that now sat alone in the darkened cave.”
When she glanced back up, Kade was fast asleep and raindrops trickled slowly down the window pane. She closed the book and traced a finger along the cover, where the dragon’s scales reflected the sky with an opalescent sheen that caused rainbows to ripple across its large body.
With a yawn, she put the book away and crawled into her own bed, and as she drifted off to sleep her head was filled with dreams of someday crossing paths with a dragon for herself.
A few years later, they were playing in an old stable where the worn grey bricks of the exterior were lined with moss, and eating berries they had collected from the nearby woods. Kade had recovered from his illness, but the elderly farmer had sadly passed and now it was just the two of them on their own.
“It’s broken!”
“What is?”
“My bow!”
Raine sat among the straw as she frustratedly tried to fix it. Although the stable had not been used for years and the outside looked uninviting, it was surprisingly warm within and filled with large bales of hay that were perfect for hiding and climbing.
She frowned when her attempts were to no avail. It was only a toy made of fragile wood, but the bowstring had snapped and she had no means of repairing it by herself.
“Every great adventurer needs a weapon, Kade!” She sighed. “And mine’s busted.”
“What about my slingshot?” He asked, holding up the one he’d crafted out of twigs that morning after seeing a drawing in one of his books.
She looked at it doubtfully. “That’s okay, you can keep it.”
“But slingshots make great weapons, look!” He picked up one of the berries and placed it in the sling before firing, and it hit Raine directly in the forehead before falling to the ground and leaving a small purple juice stain marked on her skin.
“Hey!” She rubbed her head with her forearm. “I’ll get you for that!”
As she glanced around the stable looking for something to help enact her revenge, she found a dark piece of wood sticking out from one of the straw piles. When she lifted it she saw it was a small toy sword, carved roughly but still intact despite being in the old building for years.
“I found one!” She said, her payback forgotten as she and Kade studied the sword.
“A fine weapon.” He nodded with approval. “It will aid you well on your quest.”
Raine giggled. “What’s my quest?”
He turned and pointed to the highest hay bale in the room. “Climb the great mountain and defeat the beast that lurks there!”
She leapt up onto the lowest pile, adjusting her footing as she climbed higher. She was almost at the top when she slipped and nearly fell, and a few loose strands of straw drifted to the ground. “Woah!”
“You can do it!” Kade cheered from the bottom.
With one final haul, she pulled herself up to the top and triumphantly waved her sword in the air. “I did it! I slayed the beast!”
“I knew you could!” He clapped as she sat there for a moment to catch her breath while her mind wandered off in deep thought, a look of immense concern on her features that looked unusual for the young girl.
“Kade, do you…” She said slowly before trailing off. “…Do you think even heroes get scared?”
“Of course. I know if I had to fight a massive dragon I’d be scared.”
“Then how do they do it?”
He was silent for a moment. “Because they care more about doing what’s right.”
Raine grinned, her eyes sparkling. “You’re such a goody-goody.” Then she brandished the sword at him and leapt from the hay bale, tackling him to the ground where they both collapsed into a pile of laughter.
Above their resounding joy, Raine heard a creak and looked up in time to see one of the large wooden beams from the ceiling swing and come falling down straight towards them.
With a squeal and a hard shove, she pushed Kade out of the way and rolled to the side just moments before it crashed to the ground, sending straw flying.
She sat up dazed and with a few pieces in her hair, and Kade helped her back onto her feet.
“That was too close,” he said.
She nodded in agreement. “I’m not sure we should play here anymore…”
“What would’ve happened if it fell on us?” He asked.
“Well, you’d probably have gotten a concussion at least.” Raine answered. “And you don’t need another one of those.”
Kade shuddered as they both remembered the time he’d been hanging upside down from a tree branch near the riverbank, and how he said he “wanted to know how bats slept that way” before he fell and landed on his head.
She laughed at his expression. “Come on, no more old buildings for a while. Or trees. If we’re not careful we’ll run out of places to play.”
He sighed. “The fields it is, then.”
“Race you there!” Raine said, and he was quick to follow, but both of them were too distracted to notice the wooden sword lying on the ground forgotten once more.
Time seemed to move forward in a blurred whirlwind after that, from the carefree joys of childhood to helplessly watching Kade get trapped in the Onyx Shard and the long, arduous journey it had taken to rescue him.
She had seen all the beautiful and treacherous places of the world in that time. The sun setting across the ocean at Port Parnassus, the glittering city of Undermount, even a place as harsh and nightmarish as the Deadwood held its own secret places of wonder.
Although she savoured every moment of the adventure, there was still a hollow ache through it all that reminded her they were supposed to be by each other’s side. He was the only family member she had left after what had happened to the farmer and her parents, and she couldn’t lose him too.
Her determination to save him ignited an ember in her heart, one that carried her onward through every challenge they faced along the way, no matter how perilous. One that led them all directly into the realm of shadow, a twisted land of darkness no one had ever returned from and to face an enemy proclaimed impossible to defeat.
For a brief moment, all of the danger lurking ahead was forgotten and the pain they had been through was worth it when she was finally able to save Kade. His weakened frame sat in a cold, lonely cell, bruised and beaten but alive, and seeing him alive was what had mattered to her the most.
Their quest led them to a chamber of ash and smoke, where the Dreadlord rose from his tomb while possessing the body of their friend, wearing her skin like a ghost and controlling her movements as a puppet with strings woven of shadow and malice.
Soldiers swarmed them like an oncoming tide of darkness, with magic rising and falling in turbulent waves and weapons that surged and clashed mid-air. Through it all, she could feel her strength waning.
With every soldier that fell a new row appeared, and she fought until she was wounded and bleeding, until her whole body felt like it was made of lead as she struggled to take each step.
The ember that had carried her so far began to fade out when her legs could no longer hold her upright, and she sunk to her knees, too weakened to fight any longer. She had used up all her strength on this journey, only to run out right on the threshold when she needed it the most.
“And here I thought you’d be more willing to put up a fight.” The Dreadlord spoke with a voice tainted by dust and rot, hovering above her as an omen of death. “How pathetic.”
It used Nia’s hand to summon a jagged lance of weaponised darkness, pointed and aimed straight for her heart. “Now you will meet your end.”
Raine’s body slumped forward as the lance soared through the air and she braced herself for the final hit, eyes closed as she expelled her last breath.
It never came.
She looked up to see a figure standing in front of her, with the lance meant to kill her piercing clean through his right side.
“Kade!” She screamed, and his fingers trembled as he reached for the wound, dark blood seeping across his hand as shadow slowly began to spread throughout his body.
Even in this state, he still managed a weak smile.
He was always smiling, she remembered. While bedridden as a child, running through the woods, and playing songs at the tavern. His optimism even under such dire circumstances throughout their lives often made her think he was more of a hero than she was.
She knew it to be the truth.
“You…always saved me.” His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, and tears welled in Raine’s eyes before spilling down her cheeks. “Now it’s my turn…to save you.”
He swayed on his feet and she rushed to catch him in her arms before lowering him to the stone ground. “No, no.” She whispered. “Not again.”
His eyes fluttered closed as his breathing grew shallow, and she reached for his bloodied hand. “Kade, I…I can’t lose you again.” Panicked desperation took hold as she uttered a silent plea. “Please.”
He stirred for a brief moment before using all his remaining strength to open his eyes once more. “Leave me…Get to Nia.” He let out a painful sounding cough as blood dripped down his chin. “Be the hero I…know you are.”
With a strangled sob, she hauled herself to her feet with her weapon in hand. The rest of the battle passed in a blur, from wielding the Blade of Light to opening a portal back to Whitetower, all that mattered was ensuring her brother’s safety.
She called for a healer and helplessly watched his body be carried away, knowing that if she had just been able to hold on a little longer she could have prevented the worst of it.
He was too injured to attend the medaling ceremony, but Nia assured her that he was recovering. That he was talking and laughing with the healers when he wasn’t asleep, and although the shadow scarring would be permanent, he was going to be okay, and that was what mattered the most.
Raine took a deep breath as she gazed around the city, at everyone they had worked so hard to save. It might take a while but she hoped that maybe, someday, it would all be okay.
Kade wasn’t there when she was taken.
He was still recovering from his injuries, warring with the shadow while under the constant attention of the palace healers. The last time he had seen Raine was late afternoon when she came to visit, telling him she was going to the palace terrace to celebrate the Dreadlord’s defeat with a victory toast.
“Bring back a drink for me?” He asked, grinning.
“Of course,” she laughed, before turning her back as she walked out the door, and he picked up one of the large books she’d bought for him at the festival. He knew she still felt guilty, but hadn’t yet had the chance to reassure her that he didn’t regret taking the lance in her stead and that he would do it again if he must, even though he knew she would disapprove.
He was still reading when her companions barged into the room in a frantic hurry a few hours later, and he panicked when he saw she wasn’t among them. “What’s going on?” He asked, and everyone started speaking all at once.
“They took her,” Tyril scowled. “Back to the Shadow Realm.”
“A portal opened on the terrace and their army swarmed through.” Mal said.
“We weren’t strong enough to fight them.” Nia frowned, and Kade used all his strength to push himself from the bed, even though his body burned in protest.
“Kade, your leg-” The healer tried to warn him but he gritted his teeth as he leant against the wall, ignoring the sharp pain pulsing in his leg until it was too much to bear. “I have to…have to find her.” His eyes almost rolled back as he began to collapse and Imtura lifted him back over to the bed.
“You won’t be able to save her if you make yourself worse.” She said, helping him sit back down.
“We have to get her back.” Kade said, looking determinedly at the group before realising none of them had any answers, their expressions looking as hopeless as he felt. “How do we get her back?”
He wished he had been there, but he knew that even if he had, there wasn’t anything he could have done. He wasn’t a fighter or a mage, he couldn’t hold his own in a proper fight and he felt out of his depth and as helpless as he had been when he was a sickly child.
King Arlan permitted them access to the Royal Archives, and since Kade wasn’t in a state to go there himself he insisted they bring their findings back to him, and as weeks went by his room ended up a mess of scattered books and old scrolls where everyone gathered to share their resources.
As he slowly recovered he was able to visit the archives more frequently, being offered a position as the head archivist that he hoped would give him the information he needed to save Raine.
For a short while he performed at the taverns in Whitetower, always having found solace in music throughout his life. But the songs he sang of legendary heroes felt like a mockery, and the strings of his lute only strummed empty taunts that reminded him he could be doing more, that he should be doing more to find her.
Then came the day when the others decided the archives didn’t hold the answers they needed. They decided to set off to search the realms instead, and he had wanted to go with them but knew it was for the best if he stayed at the palace.
Someone needed to be there if she returned, he told himself, but it felt more like an unconvincing reminder he could still be helpful, that there were hundreds of books still unread that may yet reveal some small glimpse of hope and a way to bring her back.
The others patted him on the shoulder, telling him they would do everything they could to help save her and that they would be fine if he stayed. Kade promised them they were all welcome back in Whitetower and that they could use the archives at any time in the future again if necessary.
It was all he could offer.
And yet he knew it wasn’t enough.
Raine’s return was not a forgettable display for those who had witnessed it.
The guards were going about their usual business when a portal appeared, a vibrant shade of electric purple that crackled with energy before a figure flew through, as though she had tumbled through a storm and right into the palace throne room.
“I need to…see the king and his advisors.” She wheezed. “It’s…important.” Her vision began to flicker as she knelt on the cold, marble floor and before she knew what was happening, she found herself being pulled from the ground and into a pair of familiar arms.
“Raine, you’re…you’re really-” Kade’s voice sounded disbelieved, and although she returned the hug, she leaned back when his hands trembled and more people began to gather nearby.
“I’m…glad to see you too, but what’s going on?”
Kade shook his head as though he still couldn’t believe his eyes. “Raine, you’ve been gone for a year.”
“What?” Her voice barely came out as a whisper as the world began to sway around her. “What do you mean a year?”
Part of her wanted to believe it was some sort of joke, though a glance at his healed wounds and more polished outfit suggested that surely some time had passed, but a year sounded impossible.
Some of the shadow spread across his face had receded slightly, leaving scarred cracks across the skin, but it wasn’t healed. Nia said it would never be fully healed, but he did look healthier. He was standing upright now that his leg had recovered and he wore that same old mischievous grin on his face, all too familiar to her after years of causing trouble.
His right eye looked better too, almost swollen shut when she had seen him last but now fully vibrant, although the iris had been permanently changed from grey to amber.
“Kade, that’s…” She frowned. “That’s not possible.” She knew it was the truth based on what she had seen, but she didn’t want to have to believe it.
“I wish that was the case,” he sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, let’s talk about this somewhere else.”
Having multiple swords pointed in her direction wasn’t exactly how she imagined her return would play out, but was also the least of her concerns as Kade waved the guards down and led her to the indoor gardens away from the commotion that had begun to stir.
She sat down on the fountain’s edge, surrounded by flowering bushes as the water trickled slowly, too serene of a setting for the tumultuous wave of emotions crashing inside her.
“What happened while I was gone?” She asked.
He looked down for a moment, as though even the memory caused himself pain. “After you were taken, we spent weeks trying to find a way to get you back. When that didn’t work, the others went to search elsewhere. I was offered a job in the Royal Archives and I took it because…” he trailed off for a moment, uncertain, “because it was the only way I could help bring you back.”
Under normal circumstances he was sure she would have teased him about being appointed head archivist, that she would have been thrilled for him working in the palace of all places and surrounded by books all day as he’d always dreamed. Instead she was unusually quiet, glancing at her hands for a long time before she finally spoke.
“Everything is different now, isn’t it?” Her voice carried a solemness even she couldn’t quite place. She felt like a ghost brought back from the dead at his side, feeling alone in a world that seemed to just move on in her absence, a world where everything had changed.
“Nothing has changed,” he tried to reassure her, but they both knew it was a lie.
She looked at his arm, where the shadow marred and twisted his flesh. “Gods, Kade, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, I don’t regret it. Not when it saved you.” He frowned as her gaze shifted to the floor. All their lives they had been inseparable, having always been side by side up until Kade had gotten trapped inside the Onyx Shard.
Ever since then it seemed like they were set on opposite sides of the same path, and it felt as though a series of cracks had begun to form between them, like fragile glass on the verge of shattering apart.
“I wasn’t like the others,” he spoke slowly, his voice low. “I didn’t want a hero, I just needed my sister back.”
Raine took a deep breath, trying to maintain her rising nerves. “I didn’t exactly ask to be trapped there, you know.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He took her arm, but she gently shrugged him away.
“Look,” she sighed, glancing out the ornate stained glass window before dragging a hand through her hair. “It’s getting late. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
He gave a brief nod. “I’m sure you’re exhausted. I won’t get in your way.”
“Kade…” She shook her head. “Goodnight.” Her tone felt distant but she still took care to place her hand on his uninjured shoulder, giving him a half-hearted smile although she couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eyes.
“…Goodnight.” Kade whispered, and as she walked away they could both feel the cracks between them only growing deeper.
The next morning, the sun was rising over Whitetower and the palace was the first part of the city to awaken as its light painted the turrets a brilliant shade of gold, making the scarlet spires resemble rubies amongst the regal splendour of dawn.
Raine was making her final preparations at the castle entrance, tacking up a horse from the royal stables with a white mane that cascaded like snowfall when Kade ran towards her.
“Raine! I’ve been looking all over the palace for you!” He reached her side with evident relief on his features before confusion set in as he glanced at the horse. “Where are you going?”
“I have to gather the others,” she said firmly as she adjusted the leather bridle. “The Ash Empire is on their way and we need to stop them before-”
“You’re leaving?” The disbelief in his tone made her movements halt and look at him properly, seeing a flicker of betrayal in his gaze that only further stirred her remorse. “Raine, I just got you back.”
“I have to, Kade, I-”
“Why do you always have to be the one who saves everybody?”
Her pause was brief before she turned her attention back to the horse, and any softness in her voice had faded. “This is my fault, I’m the only person who can fix it.”
“You don’t have to do this just because you think you failed me.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“Because you look at me and all you see is guilt.” She stilled, her fingers trembling along the reigns, and they both knew deep down that it was true. “You’re scared of me because you think…you think I’m one of them.”
Dark images of the Shadow Court flashed through her mind, with sinister smiles and shadow pulsing through their veins, and she vehemently shook her head. “No, Kade, I could never-”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to blame yourself, but you need to know I did it to save you, not so you could go putting yourself in danger again.”
“You know the risks at stake! Do you want me to just stand by and do nothing?”
“I never asked for any of this! I went to the temple with you so you could have the adventure you’d always dreamed about, and look where that got us. Do you think being tortured in the shadow realm is what I wanted?”
“Of course not!” She snapped, all her guilt and frustration rushing to the surface. “You know I would have prevented you from getting trapped there if I could, but I can’t do anything to change that. All I can do is try to make up for it.”
“And you think the best way to do that is by risking your life?”
“If the Ash Empire finds a way to the Light Realm they’ll destroy everything. I’m doing what’s best for us!”
His expression turned stormy, a dark contrast to his normally cheerful self, and one that made her blood run cold. “And how would you know what’s best for us? You weren’t even here!”
As soon as the words came out he wished he could take them back.
For her, it felt as though a knife had been cleaved through her chest, severing her clean in half and leaving her to shatter into a thousand pieces. She recognised the constriction forming in the base of her throat and the familiar sting of tears that threatened to spill before she pushed the feelings down, away.
“Raine, I didn’t mean-”
The wave of emotion froze over like a river in winter, and Raine was silent for a long moment before her eyes turned cold. When she spoke, her voice didn’t carry its usual warmth, but was instead flat and harsh like ice.
“I worked my ass off travelling across the continent to find a way to save you when I didn’t even know if it was possible, and I come back just to learn you’ve spent a year playing librarian?” Her tone was deathly still as she turned on her heel, barely sparing a sharp glance over her shoulder. “I thought you would have done the same for me.”
Before Kade could even utter an apology, she mounted the horse in one swift movement and took off, leaving him alone with regret festering in his heart as the coloured banners above swayed in an empty breeze.
Further south near the forests surrounding Riverbend, an ominous shadow was cast on the ground far larger than any cloud as a great beast soared overhead, the beating of its wings like the rolling of distant thunder.
And somewhere in an old stable, a wooden toy sword laid, burning.
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Haechan Ideal Type (Astrology Based)
i will be looking into haechan's moon and venus for this. as i don't see any birth time (if anyone knows please notify me) so i will not look into any of the houses
leo moon || gemini venus
okay so there wasn't a lot of information in each category so i'm going to combine everything into one section. i think i'll start doing this from now on (especially when house placements aren't known)
"you change your mind, like a girl changes clothes"
in a relationship haechan's partner needs to be able to handle his flip floppy attitude. one second in their life and present, the next second hard to reach. can even be, one second smothering you with affection, the next stand-offish
this mostly pertains to the type of person he is with...
partner a: complains a lot and depends on him for EVERYTHING
he'll want to be far away from them as possible and may even insult them just to showcase how much he truly doesn't like being around them (but he won't break up. leo moon's unless there is a damn good reason are faithful despite being miserable in a relationship)
partner b (the winner/ideal type): self-sufficient can solve their own problems and doesn't depend on him to be there if they are in a sticky situation. this will bring out haechan's affectionate side. now with this, i do want to say that i think he can truly be depended on as long as it's nothing too serious. if there are heavy emotions going on, he'll probably ghost people lol
"a "partner" worth fighting for!"
someone who plays hard to get. he likes the chase, so if he finds his partner being too easy to get to he'll get bored rather quickly and may find someone else
i should also note that even if there is someone he is looking at with great interest, he probably has other people on the back burner just in case
"what's around the riverbend?"
someone who loves life! he wants to share everything with his partner. go places, do things, live life with them so someone who enjoys being out and about as well will be a good match
someone playful and energetic as well! he wants to have fun with them. leo moons have this inner child quality about them so having fun/a good time is what they love
"she's in to superstitions...black cats and voodoo dolls"
jk but someone who has this air of mystery around them. someone he can't figure out immediately will surely grab his attention. remember he likes the chase/the hunt so someone who really makes him fight for it will be someone he'll grow interested in
brains over beauty...well sort of
seriously with his gemini venus someone who can stimulate his mind is going to be ideal for him. their intellect with trump their physical appearance. he likes sexy brains, but he's still a guy so he does like someone physically attractive to his standards that is
such a wise ass...
someone who is sarcastic. seriously this dude is such a smart ass so someone who is just like him will be fun in his eyes
someone free-spirited and open-minded
"just do your thing"
haechan is free and independent (air quality here) so this means someone who doesn't depend on him all the time. who can take care of themselves and handle things on their own. who goes after their dreams and doesn't have to ask him about them. someone he doesn't have to baby/worry about
"you don't own me"
these damn air signs...i swear...so hard to tie them down...like a balloon floating in the wind... -_-
okay, haechan with his gemini venus self is a free person (as stated above) which means he doesn't want to be tied down or doesn't like the illusion of being tied down. so someone who is possessive is a no-go
(thanks a lot haechan...your scorpio noona here is heartbroken now T.T)
i challenge thee!
someone who can hold their own in a debate/argument. it wouldn't surprise me at all if this little sh*t (love you haechan <3) wouldn't start a fight on purpose. it's the mental stimulation that gets his blood pumping. of course this would be in good fun. think of it like how he purposefully pisses off doyoung, renjun and jeno, and to some extent jaemin until he cowers in the corner haha
lol
someone with a good sense of humor
curiosity doesn't always kill the cat
someone who is curious about the world and wants to expand their knowledge about different topics
so, what'cha into these days?
he may like someone who keeps themselves busy with different hobbies/interests. i take this as they are keeping themselves busy, living their life how they want to, and can share their experience/knowledge with him
chatty kathy
someone who is talkative! this gemini venus loves to have deep conversations. think on a more random/intellectual/philosophical level and less about "where is this relationship going." topics should be kept light and fun
extroverts vs introverts
okay, so someone more out-going is ideal (social is a better word), but as i'm sure we've all seen haechan has an introverted side to himself. i don't think he would discriminate after first meeting someone (as i would think he'd be shy around them as well) but when he's seen/hung out with them a few times if they have a dry/shy/non-talkative personality he most likely won't be interested
"on the ground"
someone who has their feet firmly planted on the ground. haechan is more logical/intellectually based. someone with their heads in the clouds may get the "why the hell am i with you?" look from him jkjk
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you got hum, ginasfs, and doldrums and that's mid to you ? what would make a fob show not mid for u lol ??
Ok like i know it is diva behavior to complain about a fob concert but i complain about pete on here daily anyway. and also like obviously fall out boy are the greatest and most important band of all time but once you see fall out boy more than 3 times you have like god tier fall out boy concerts and normal tier fob concerts.
i do not want to go into a sports stadium where they are flashing strobe lights . i want to go to an environment that is more natural and nurturing to emo girls like the riverbend. that was the greatest venue i have ever ever ever been in at any concert. it was so wet and emo and im an aquarius. best concert ever. also hella mega. way better.
as fall out boy concerts go this one was just like yes. it was fall out boy. yay. patrick was also sick. and ive also been throwing complete tantrums on here for ages bc i knew when i bought the tickets it was gonna be not as good as my last one . but i still had fun bc its fall out boy!!!!
also the reason i am so unimpressed is because i LITERALLY DO NOT CARE about the so-called “””””gay conspiracy””” songs like ginasfs and bang the doldrums and fourth of july. like WHO CARESSSSSSS . SNOOOOZEEEEE. boooooooooooring. play a song thats actually about another man like west coast smoker or grenade jumper. then we can talk
anyway:
the mighty fall, west coast smoker, just one yesterday, where did the party go, youre crashing, carpal tunnel are some id be impressed by
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What worked for Me: Auditory Learner
Well, first of all, I recommend playing MY playlists! I jest, but I have left them at the bottom for you, if you're interested. I'd appreciate it x
I’m sure you’ve heard the classical music suggestions, I’m sure we all stan a lo-fi study girl, but I actually found lyrics really useful when I was finding it hard to concentrate, so long as I knew the song. For me, I always have a million things in my head distracting me from my tasks, but a song I know let’s me narrow it down to the task in front of me and singing along to the song.
What I did a lot was pick a musical soundtrack (usually Heathers) and pick one song that I was allowed to belt to as a break from work.
Alternatives:
Classics from your childhood
Your favourite album that you’ve listened to 600 times (ideally, one with no skips). Again, pick a song or two that you can break to
Disney soundtracks- pick your favourite princess (and/or Villain!) and study to Shiny and sing along to Just Around the Riverbend, or whatever the case may be. Considering the sheer number of BOPS, I might consider a second princess reasonable.
Songs not in your native language or target language- eg, I have no particular intention of learning Korean so blasting BlackPink is pretty safe for me. I speak spanish, so I’m not going to be distracted by learning Bailando by Enrique Iglesias. However, my main target language is Polish, so a Polish song would absolutely distract me. *UNLESS it’s that language that you’re studying, in which case there could be benefits eg French test coming up? It’s La Vie en Rose time, baby!
A film you’ve seen too many times. You can fully just put 27 Dresses on in the background and have a little stretchy when she’s trying on said 27 Dresses; or you can study to The Devil Wears Prada and take a break to quote along to Miranda’s “this… Stuff” monologue (aka one of the most iconic moments in cinema).
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Guess who’s slowly getting into genshin again and stuck in idol au brainrot
So you get this
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Sooo
La Signora, Childe and Scaramouche (now known as Kuni a solo artist) were like triple H and had a good 3 year run before they disbanded because of a very bad scandal between childe/Scaramouche and their company sort of going bust
La signora was the main vocal and centre
Childe was the visual and lead vocal
Scaramouche was main rapper and the leader
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La Signora is now a popular soloist (think hyo or taeyeon) under the name Rosalyn
Her company is called Harbinger‘co and her manager is Pantalone
Childe is obviously with DCKZ and is hoping to make his first solo album soon working with some other idols (cough Lumine cough)
Now Kuni in my version is a solo artist under a unknown company named Riverbend because he wanted a fresh start
But he obviously got very popular not only because of his past but because of his singing voice because oh boi his voice is just as good as his raps
And yeah his career as a soloist shot up from there and he is also working on a full album
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Now Yunjin is another soloist (think kwon eunbi because glitch is definitely one of yunjin’s songs)
She was an opera singer and trained most of her teen years on her voice and dance.
She was in a gg with Barbara and Xinyan for an experiment trying to merge idols from different companies, they were pretty popular but then Xinyan announced she was leaving the group due to personal reasons and the other two got split (Barbara had her growing popularity and yunjin wanted to work on her own projects)
They still keep in touch (they are besties) and rumour has it they may or may not be having a reunion concert soon.
Yunjin likes to mix classical music with her samples and then her manager will bop their head along with the beats.
She really wants to work with Ayaka due to their sounds being so similar but so different at the same time and their concepts are very similar.
They both have a sort of princess vibe and are the pride and joy of their company.
Yunjin is working on a mini album trying to figure out a new but familiar sound for her fans, she’s hoping to collaborate with xinyan for this and also a member of a small trio named Mona who is more of a classic/hyperpop producer.
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Mona, Fischl and Kuki are a trio named Amethyst Dreams (probably will change)
They are a mix of hyperpop and rock music with a dash of that girl crush vibe
Mona is their producer she works her ass of for her two friends and their success because they are from a very small company.
She’s also the main vocalist along with the centre/visual she can play the violin
Fischl loves the hyperpop concept the group has along with the little bits of rock they try to add cause of the sort of gothic concept of the group
She’s the lead vocal and the maknae of the group who plays the electric guitar and the sax for some reason (kuki has tried to get her to do a solo for their upcoming album)
Kuki is a punk rock fan, she plays drums and has a killer voice also her raps slap so hard that people have taken to call her the rap goddess (think Youngji)
Like she spits fire and on variety shows she is not afraid to diss the hosts
Main rapper and also centre (her and Mona share the role)
They are coming out with their first full album soon
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Nilou is still a sort of trainee but is probably gonna debut with a new group with Layla and Candace maybe faruzan idk
They are called Lotus Paradise or Waves of harmony (probably gonna change)
They are a girl crush sort of group but do experiment with the concepts
Nilou is the lead dancer and centre
Layla is lead vocalist and maknae (I think not sure about that yet)
Candace is lead rapper and leader of the group
They have a very large fanbase fro a group who hasn’t debuted yet due to Nilou/Candace and them being popular in past survival show and gaining fans from that
Their first mini album has like an oasis theme and some of the songs are about their struggles trying to debut hence the theme of oasis
Candace is also a producer but not many know about that
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That’s pretty much all I have for now! Lmk if you want anymore of my ideas!
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Reyna x Tyril Headcanons
A/n: some headcanons are more mature than others, but there's nothing explicit, just a mention. Reader discretion is advised, nonetheless.
REYNA'S BOARD | TYRIL'S BOARD
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Reyna (House Moonstone, elven Ránasarn)
Meaning of name: “Counsel,” “Queen,” “Pure”
Nickname: Rey-Rey, Reiny, Rey, Rey of Sunshine
Species: Human
Age: 24
Date of birth: April 6
Reyna was born during April’s full moon, often referred to as the Pink Moon. Although the name has nothing to do with the colour of the moon but the bloom of pink moss, being born on this date is considered good luck.
Orientation: Demisexual ("experiencing sexual feelings and attraction only after developing a close emotional relationship")
Love interest: Tyril Starfury
Weapon of choice: Bows
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 170 cm (5’7)
Eye colour: Hazel
Skin tone: Pale olive
Hair: Wavy, dark brown/(later) caramel honey blonde
HISTORY
Hometown: Little village north of Port Parnassus; Riverbend
First memory: The neighbour, Nesta, an elderly meat merchantess, teaching her to weave a flower crown. When the girl failed, Nesta placed her own crown on Reyna's head and invited her and Kade for elk stew. At that time, Reyna was 6, and only started meeting the residents of Riverbend who, although kind, were usually busy with their own affairs and did not pay too much attention to the farmer’s new orphans, which is why Reyna remembered the merchantess as kind, considerate, and a maternal figure. She tries to visit her grave at least once a year to leave a bouquet of flowers and talk to her, hoping Nesta can still hear her.
Religion: Having grown up the way she did, Reyna was never properly introduced to any religion, and until she met Nia, she believed the stories about the Light were just that—stories. Despite discovering the gift in herself, she did not consider herself religious or spirited until she escaped the Shadow Realm and learned that Tyril reconnected with the elven gods. Desperate and lost, she began to pray with him every other night, until she memorised the formula, finding comfort and reassurance in the repetitive, calming activity.
FAMILY
Parents: Althea (birth mother), Melvys of House Moonstone (birth father), Vrann (adoptive father)
In the year of Reyna's absence, Tyril and Kade would spend many hours together in the library searching for clues and potential leads that would, hopefully, take them to the Shadow Realm. After two months of scrutinous daily work, Kade stumbled across an ornate, although worn-out, journal that drew his attention so much that he stayed up all night accompanying Tyril. At that point, it was only an unverified journal, but the information it contained was groundbreaking for his sister. The title page was covered in elegant, ornate handwriting that Tyril recognised as the same calligraphy, and even the same ink, used by the elves of Undermount that stated: "Abridged History of House Ránasarn. Property of Lord Melvys of House Ránasarn." From the journal they learned that the owner, Lord Melvys, was the son of an exiled couple of House Moonstone, he married a tutoress from Port Parnassus, and they settled down near the outskirts of Riverbend in a modest but homey house. The couple had two children—a boy, Ásvaldr, and a girl—Reyna. They lived modestly but were never hungry or dirty, Lord Melvys was never bitter about the elves’ treatment of his father, although he was falsely accused of practising shadow magic and even dabbling in necromancy and exiled without trial. House Moonstone ceased to exist once the only heir was exiled. According to the author, the couple was very happy, and the children were healthy, polite, and very protective of each other. The last entry was entirely devoted to Lord Melvys’ thoughts and speculations about his daughter who, as he believed, was capable of magic which is only natural for elves (and their descendants), even though Reyna (unlike her brother) took entirely after her human mother. Melvys himself never used magic as nobody taught him and his father refused to do it after his exile, but he knew he had the gift.
Siblings: Kade (adoptive brother), Ásvaldr (birth brother)
PERSONALITY
Qualities: adventurous, courageous, persistent, sensitive, broad-minded, charismatic, compassionate, impatient, quick-witted, opinionated, and at times snappy
Nervous ticks: tugging at her earlobes or the front strands of her hair
Mannerisms: biting her lower lip, drumming fingers on a surface, hugging as a greeting, standing with arms crossed or hands on hips, Northern accent reminiscent of Low Elven
HEADCANONS
Although she used to use her seduction skill often, once Tyril and her started flirting she refrained from using it, which resulted in her mastering the charisma skill.
Tyril is Reyna's first boyfriend—despite making out with the mayor's son, she didn't want to go further as she believed the relationship was pointless and didn't feel right. She ended things between them the day after they were caught, and focused on her work and supporting Kade ever since.
Despite growing up in Riverbend and not having any particularly bad memories from there, she hopes she'll never have to live there again. Ideally, she'd love to settle down in Whitetower near her friends or with Tyril in Undermount.
Before setting out on the adventure, she worked at a tavern as a waitress and taught archery a few days a week. She also voluntarily aided Kade with writing his ballads and securing performances.
The murder of her parents always heavily bore on her heart and she would spend countless hours in the local library and talking with people all over town in search of any information, unfortunately without any luck.
Reyna treats Adrina as her own sister. When the group visited Undermount, Adrina swung by her room one evening to chat, and they ended up gossiping all night, bonding almost immediately.
She often thinks of Tyril's dad's words ("You remind me of an old friend"), wondering if the information she gained from an elderly couple living in the southern part of Riverbend was true. The woman, Sereia, told her that back in the day a young couple with a small girl and a bit older boy would sometimes visit and spend time in the nearby woods, that they were incredibly polite but one day they just stopped coming.
Despite living close to a forest and often chasing Kade with a bug in her hands as a child, Reyna's terrified of spiders and bats.
As a kid, she was bullied. It was when Kade got very sick and couldn't attend school, and she was left to fend for herself. Reyna used to be shy and kept to herself, which is what made her an easy target, and since her older brother wasn't there to protect her, she became the target of a well-known bully.
TYRIL HEADCANONS
Tyril’s 196cm (6’5) tall. Reyna can (and does, occasionally) climb him like a tree.
He swears. When he's annoyed by someone (Mal), he calls that person (Mal) an idiot in elven. There is so much anger in him that I will never believe he doesn't swear.
Although he's fluent in Common, he sometimes forgets certain words and becomes very frustrated. That's when he tends to swear most often.
He has an accent. It's been my headcanon for years that the residents of Undermount speak with an RP British accent when speaking Common, which is just a bit more posh version of the accent of the Valleros family, but I imagine he has a slight Elven accent as well, especially with words that have the "th" fricative. The reason for that is simple—there is no such sound in Elven, and they tend to struggle with this consonant, which they usually pronounce as a hard "t."
Elves' ears twitch when they are happy, relaxed, excited, or try to hear low noise. They are also very sensitive to touch.
Given how old he is and that he's an important noble in Undermount, and that he himself admitted he used to be stuck up, harsh, and opportunistic, I think it's fair to say he took advantage of the romantic advances of other noblewomen. The headcanon is that Tyril is sexually experienced, which fits into the idea that elves are not sexually monogamous.
Tyril is…concupiscent. Look, he is young, attractive, and has the means. This headcanon actually dates back to 2021, and at this point, I treat it as canon.
Before he left Undermount, he used to be a very pious adherent of Light. Tyril would spend a lot of time in the Starfury Manor's Chapel of Light, praying, meditating, or simply relaxing in its serenity. Until Reyna's disappearance, he never asked for anything, aware that Gods are not djinns who exist to listen to his alms and make his wishes come true; however, in his desperation, he begged them on his knees for help, for any sign she was still alive. When his hope waned, he continued meditating, although in a manner reminiscent of the one pre-exile. However, he always remembered to end every meditation with a short prayer for Reyna.
After his partner's kidnapping, he used to struggle with nightmares. When he went back to Undermount after three months of research in the capital, he would stay up as long as possible to avoid seeing the images of Reyna suffering. He could resolve this problem with a simple spell, but he also felt guilty for not being able to help her, which is why he endured it without a word. He had to be reminded to eat, and some days even forced by his little sister—and as much as it pained her to see her brother in such a state, she knew forcing him to eat and look for positives was vital to keep him alive.
Tyril is a total boob guy.
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
Reyna used to worry a lot about not being good enough for Tyril, given that he's a wealthy, very well-educated noble, and she's just a commoner from a small town, and Tyril would reassure her until she finally believed him that he doesn't care about their titles.
They kissed for the first time while stargazing at the edge of Deadwood. That's when they couldn't deny the chemistry between them any more and just went for it.
Tyril never goes to sleep before Reyna, he always has to make sure she's safe and isn't bothered by any nightmares before he can relax himself.
Tyril is the most likely to sleep either half-naked or completely naked, even when it’s cold. He is also the least likely to feel cold out of the whole group—he says it’s the chilly Undermount weather that toughens the elves up.
They’re still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, aka lots of laughs, happiness, intimacy, and wanting to spend every second of the day together.
They always fight for the duvet, since Tyril is a notorious duvet-stealer. Reyna, on the other hand, is a notorious butt-slapper.
The evening after Kaya’s burial, Tyril asked Reyna to join him and his family for a prayer vigil, and that’s when they got to know each other better. Before Tyril went to his room, his dad pulled him aside and told him he had made a good choice. Tyril got flustered at the time, but when Reyna offered to spend the night with him and ended up comforting him until they fell asleep, he realised how right his father was.
(I headcanon that the last chapter of book 1 and the first chapter of book 2 are a week apart, not a day) After coming back from the Shadow Realm and having attended the official audience with the king, Reyna got really sick. She did not think much of it at first, but Imtura pointed out that perhaps she was not just sick, and having done her maths, Reyna had a serious pregnancy scare. It turned out to be just an ugly case of the flu, caused by the pile-up of stressful events she’d experienced. To this day, Imtura and Tyril are the only ones to know about it.
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The Girl Named Ned Waters (A Gendrya AU In which Robb marries Roslin Frey)
No idea where this is going. Wrote this in like an hour. Just wanted to try something new. Will likely add more later today. This has not been edited yet.
The village of Riverbend was a simple village. Lines of simple wooden houses lined its narrow path. Children rushed about the single street village wildly as her children had long ago. As her grandchildren did in Winterfell. Catelyn frowned at the thought. It had been ten years since Robb’s wedding to Roslin. The war won and her children returned to her safely.
Except for Arya. No one knew what happened to her youngest daughter. The Freys were understanding. Elmar Frey could not wed a girl who was dead. And so they moved on. Sansa off in the vale. Rickon and Bran tucked safely away in Winterfell.
Yet here she was walking down the streets of Riverbend with her guards back at the village’s inn. When she had heard a child at the Crossroads Inn cry about the lack of sword lessons from his aunt Arry she thought little of it. Then the fat father exploded in rage. Sending the boy to his room away from work. He seemed terrified from that point on. Never able to meet her eyes.
Robb would call her a fool but Arry sounded so much like Arya. She had to try. So with a bit of effort she had managed to bribe a younger girl to speak of the woman. Arry was a swordswoman from the village of Riverbend who was friends with the cook. Apparently they had met in Kings Landing when the war began.
That had been enough. She had ordered her men to escort her to the village that afternoon. Foolishly wishing for her daughter.
“Are you a real lady?” a young girlish voice took her from her thoughts. Causing the lady to look down at a child. Maybe nine in age. Her hair is bright red and done in elegant braids. A golden dress covered with dirt and poorly stitched up holes covered her form. Her face was long like a horse and her skin coated with dirt.
“I am” she forced out as the child grinned at him,
“I wanna be a lady! My sister says ladies are dummies tho! That’s wrong right?” the child asked excitedly as her lips curled into a smile,
“Being a lady isn’t dumb at all. I quite like it”she paused. Recalling Arya sparring with Bran. Stick sword in hand.
“But nothing is wrong with a girl who likes boy things either” she pressed as the girl frowned,
“My mom says a girl can be anything she wants to be!” she exclaimed as Catelyn smiled at the child who gave the cutest attempt at a ladylike bow she’d ever seen.
“Name’s Ned Waters” said the child holding out a dirty hand.
Oh. “Ned you say” she forced out as the child nodded,
“I know it’s not a ladies name but I’m named for the most honorable man ever!” Ned said with pride as she gulped. Oh gods.
“Is your mother married?”
“Of course! Mom and Daddy love each other a bunch” Ned beamed causing the Lady Of Winterfell to smile,
“Oh really?”
“Yes really!” Ned smiled at her widely,
“You mentioned siblings” Catelyn asked as Ned nodded,
“I have my twin brother Jon and my little sister Nym. Then I have my big sister Weasel, she's adopted!” the girl explained happily as Catelyn felt her eyes well with tears,
“What does your father do?” she asked as Ned grinned,
“Daddy is a blacksmith and Mom teaches the boys and girls to fight!” she explained as Catelyn took a breath.
“Your father lets your mother fight?” she asked a smile filling her face,
“Daddy doesn’t let Mom do anything. Mom says a man who tells you what do you is a bad man” she reasoned as Catelyn chuckled,
“You're mom seems quite strong, could I meet her?” she asked as Ned narrowed her eyes,
“Daddy says I shouldn’t bring strangers home” she pointed out as Catelyn laughed,
“Well I’m your lady friend Catelyn so I’m not a stranger” she said as Ned stared in wonder,
“If I take you home you’ll teach me to sew!” she demanded as Catelyn laughed. She couldn’t help it. Of course Arya’s daughter wanted to learn to sew like a proper lady,
“Ned. Nothing would make me happier than to teach you” she smiled as the child screamed with joy. Her eyes sparkling like stars as she grabbed Catelyn’s hands and pulled her down the streets of the village. Leading her to the other end of the street with haste to a rather modest two story home with a forge attached to its side. The wood was a bit rotten and she could see some of the windows appeared broken. But it looked lived in and held a sign at the front.
Direbulls Smithing
She laughed at the hidden pun. Sure it would not matter to many. The girl led her over to the door,
“Daddy’s working but Mom should be inside!” she cheered as she opened the door and led Catelyn into the first floor.
It was a simple house. Seemingly divided into three rooms. A small kitchen that held a simple table with six chairs. Enough for one single guest. A bow sat on the floor off to the side that sat under what she supposed was a leak.
The middle where she currently stood seemed to be for show. It was mostly empty and the floor seemed littered with wooden swords and dolls.
The final room to her right was filled to the brim with metals and weapons. Horseshoes and other things she’d assume you’d find in smiths shop.
“Our bedrooms are upstairs,
“Nym, Weasel and I share. Jon has his own room cause he’s a dumb boy” she scowled as footsteps echoed throughout the house. A voice calling down from the stairs a figure stepped into view.
“Ned, did you bring someone here without asking?” the figure said, stepping into the light. It was Arya. Her brown hair was short reaching her chin and her face held a single scar across her forehead. She wore a cheap leather jerkin and loose breeches. In her hand was a small skinny sword that she held out threateningly as her eyes grew wide.
Sweat seemed to force almost immediately. She paled as she stared before glaring at her daughter,
“Ned. Get away from her. She’s dangerous” Arya accused as she stepped closer. Aiming the sword closer. Ned rushed to her mother’s side hiding behind her legs,
“Go out the side door and get Daddy. Tell him Summer Is Here and to find your siblings. I’ll catch up” she ordered Ned glared,
“But mom Lady Catelyn said she’d teach me to sew” she whined as Arya narrowed her eyes ragefully,
“Gods. I bet you think you're really clever. Using her like that” she spat as Catelyn jumped,
“Arya I swear. I have no intent on-” Arya cut her off,
“You're here to bring me to the Twins I bet. Make good on your transaction” she roared as Ned looked at her confused,
“Mommy what’s going on”
“This woman is Stark, she wants to take me away from all of you” the bitterness in Arya’s voice was apparent as the sword remained aimed at her chest.
Catelyn felt tears well in her eyes. Did Arya really distrust her that much.
“Arya I.. I just wish to speak to you. I don’t care about the Frey or any marriage contracts. I just” she froze,
“Arya. I swear on your father’s grave. I will not do anything to this family. Please believe me” she begged, She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to go back to Winterfell and forget what she’d seen.
All she wanted was to see Arya. To talk to her.
Arya scanned her carefully,
“Guards?” she asked as Catelyn smiled,
“At the inn. They don’t know where I am and it will stay that way. You have my word” she vowed as Arya pulled back her sword,
“Why are you here?” she asked as Catelyn couldn’t help but cry.
“I heard a rumor about a girl who could be my missing daughter. Of course I came. I miss you so much Arya. God’s I-” she couldn’t hold it back anymore rushing her little girl and wrapping her in her arms,
“I thought you died! Oh gods. I’ve missed you” she pulled back running her hands over Arya’s face which was filled with tears of her own,
“I couldn’t.. I couldn’t marry him. That’s no-” she cut her daughter off,
“I know. I know. I’m sorry we did it. We shouldn’t have. God. Arya you're perfect the way you are. I should never have” she brought Arya into a hug and sobbed. She should never have let that marriage be arranged. She should have let Arya train with a sword. Maybe if she had she wouldn’t have lost all these years with her beloved daughter.
Suddenly the sound of a man gasping filled the house. She whipped away from Arya to see what looked like a young King Robert staring at her,
“What’s going on, Arry?” he asked worriedly as her daughter,
“Gendry. I think it’s time you met my mother”
#gendrya#arya stark#catelyn#Robb stark#a song of ice and feels#arya x gendry fanfic#gendry waters#gendry baratheon#married Arya Stark#game of thrones fanfiction#arya x gendry#arya and gendry#Arya runs away#fuck the freys#Catelyn loves her kids#good mom Catelyn#catelyn tully#catelyn stark
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20. Favorite disney princess movie?
mEEMS YOU KNOW THIS QUESTION IS NEAR IMPOSSIBLE-
-Therefore I'll be going my Top 3, which rotate feqently and often.
In No Particular order (bearing in mind I'm viewing this as my favourite princess movie to mean I actively like the princess character in that movie, so no villain faves)
Beauty and The Beast - as a child I too vastly preferred books to people and was lost in my own world for a majority of the time. Getting to hang out in a creepy castle seemed like an excellent situation and I liked to pretend I could talk to my furniture too. As an adult? Boy howdy go Belle you funky little monsterfucker. (*intense* disappointment that the Beast became human remains. Like. Unimaginable. Put Him Back.)
Pocahontas - so this got tainted a little bit as I got older due to very valid critisisms of romanticising and rewriting a very unpleasant portion of history - but man alive I don't think there's many movies that come close to this films soundtrack or vibe. There's a terrible blurry video somewhere of my mum in 1999 badly singing 'Just Around the Riverbend' in vain attempt to make me go to sleep. Even as a child I was pedantic about her getting the lyrics right and to this day Colours of the Wind gets me right in the feels.
Mulan - I'm sorry did you mean the most badass and hilarious movie in the disney catalogue. Mulan was a Hard Mood for my childhood and a decent part of the inspiration to start martial arts. Mushu is fantastic (fight me), Mulan herself is deeply relatable and a thrilling protagonist, and BOY the abrupt cutoff of 'a Girl Worth Fighting For' still gives me shivers. Categorical banger of a film.
In a month this roster will likely change again and I've come to realise most of my disney faves arent in the princess catalouge, whodathunk. Thanks for the ask!
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"Living Ghosts" #17: "Splitting Rock"
From my reparenting series “Living Ghosts.” In which a trans lesbian combat doll named River, reunited with and reparenting her younger self now named Emi, visits Shiogama Shrine for a picnic under the cherry blossoms, and reflects on how far she and her daughter by choice have come.
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A story:
East of the City of Immortals, in the city to which it gave its name, its head in forest, its feet in Matsushima Bay, Shiogama Shrine sat amidst a sea of pink-white double-cherry trees in bloom. The flowers, of which shrine and city alike were very proud, had become the shrine's crest, and thus the basis of the crest that River and Emi wore on the crested overcoats that surmounted their kimono.
Twofold blossoms, with a central fan of three blades. Sharpness and softness in balance, with flowers that bloomed late but twice as full.
High above the shrine hall's eaves, corvids wheeled in a dark wave.
River smiled wistfully. When she'd first come here, all those years ago, she'd been a little bit intimidated by them, but now, it felt comforting, every time she heard the cawing and caught the flap of dark wings marked on her heads-up projection. They really were ever-present.
Mother and daughter made their offering of coin together, before the ancient shrine hall. It was not their home shrine, in the riverbend back in the city, but they cherished it all the same for its beauty and for the weight of shared history it carried, as one of the region's oldest and most storied places of worship.
They said silent prayers. The wind in the blooming trees came as if in reply.
Afterward, Emi turned to her mother, then looked out around the shrine grounds, eyes wide in awe.
"It's…so quiet." Her voice was hushed. "It's like, inside my head…"
"…the anxiety doesn't have any room," the older woman murmured, nodding slowly in recognition. "It's like my headspace is calm but flowing, like a…"
"…like a mirror-smooth river reflecting the sky," the girl echoed. "Yeah."
River smiled knowingly, her voice just as hushed. "I call it capital-S Stillness, but it comes in many different names and forms. This is just one of them." Then she gestured over her shoulder. "Walk with me a bit?"
So they walked for awhile, under the trees drifting in the breeze that rose from the sea. They ambled from the main shrine to the adjoining Shiwahiko Shrine and back again before finding a seat in the shadow of one of the cherry trees.
"Underrated," Emi murmured, gesturing broadly. "Everybody's so busy going to the same dozen spots they miss out on shit like this. This really is underrated."
"Severely underrated, but then so much about this corner of the country is." River smoothly shrugged off her messenger bag and retrieved a pair of neatly rubber-banded cypress magewappa bento, handing one to her daughter. "Here you go, honey. Gyutan onigiri, all yours."
"Mm, thanks."
Hanami-- flower-viewing-- was a centuries old custom, as were shrine visits. Sometimes they got very loud and lively, and that had its place and its pluses. But it was this sort of quieter observance with the people who mattered most, that mother and daughter, one soul at two times, loved the most.
"Hey, Emi?"
"Yeah?"
"Gonna be two years soon, since we first bumped into each other." She took another bite of her own meal, a foil-wrapped onigirazu. "And look at how far you've come."
The girl blushed, her gaze momentarily falling. "Thanks. Feels like longer, sometimes. I'm just happy we get to be together, now."
"You're like these Shiogama cherries." Her mother gestured with outstretched synthetic fingertip at one of the cherry tree's broad branches. "It took awhile, but you've split rocks and weathered the cold to finally bloom."
Emi thought it over for a moment. A flash of mischief passed over her expression. "Hey, we've got both sides of Shiogama covered, Mom. I've got the cherry trees and you've got the salt."
River sputtered in her surprise, and laughed. "Ooh, touché, kid, touché. I am pretty salty."
"You taught me," the girl replied, as she finished her last onigiri. "Salt is important. It clears things away and sets things right."
Salt was a purifier in shrine ritual, but here specifically, it was more than that. The story went that once, ages ago, the local gods had taught the humans how to reclaim salt from the ocean in salt kettles-- shiogama, in Japanese. Those kettles were believed to still be the divine vessels of Shiogama Shrine, hidden away in the inner sanctum, in the shrine to which they gave their name, which in turn gave its name to the city.
"Am I really doing that good, honey?" asked the unlikely mother to her daughter by choice.
"You've come a long way too," said the girl. "And you're doing just fine."
The sword looked on in pride at her daughter.
"Thanks."
pictured: the twofold cherries of Shiogama Shrine in full bloom
#reparenting#living ghosts series#finding one's inner child and reparenting them#empty spaces#combat doll
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Since I often think in terms of music, I was wondering if you have any songs that you relate to Emily Windsnap?
Oooohhhh glad you asked. *WARNING: This is gonna be a long list ;)*
El Capitan y La Sirena (lyrics here) (by Ruben Blades)
Two Worlds (from Tarzan)
How Far I'll Go (from Moana)
Colors of the Wind (from Pocahontas)
Just Around the Riverbend (again from Pocahontas)
Fathoms Below (the Broadway version) (from The Little Mermaid)
Into The Unknown (from Frozen 2)
The Rainbow Connection (from the Muppets Movie)
Wild Uncharted Waters (from the 2023 Little Mermaid)
SONGS I RELATE TO SPECIFIC CHARACTERS...
Emily
No Ordinary Girl (from H2O Just Add Water)
For a Moment (from The Little Mermaid 2)
I Need To Know (from Barbie as the Island Princess)
Strangers Like Me (again from Tarzan)
What's Up Danger (by Black Caviar & Blackaway)
Turn Back Time (by Aqua) (regarding the 9th book)
On My Father's Wings (from Quest for Camelot)
Shona
Popular (from Wicked)
Aaron
Proud of Your Boy (deleted song from Aladdin)
What's This? (from Nightmare Before Christmas, I think this fits when he's exploring Brightport for the first time)
Mary Penelope
I Remember (from The Little Mermaid 3)
It's All Coming Back to Me Now (by Celine Dion)
I Am Moana (again from Moana)
Deja Vu (by Olivia Rodrigo)
Je Vais Danser en Votre Honneur (CONTEXT: the woman is singing this for her man who's just been released from prison. And he was in prison because of her. Just like Mary and Jake.) (from Carmen)
Jake
Somewhere Beyond the Sea ( by Frank Sinatra)
Close Every Door (from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat)
River Lullaby (from The Prince of Egypt) (he probs sang this to baby Emily)
Remember Me (in particular Hector's version) (from Coco)
Mr. Beeston
The Chemical Worker's Song (by Process Man)
Forget About Love (Iago's part) (from The Return of Jafar)
Vanessa's Trick (from the 2023 Little Mermaid) (he does use similar methods as Ursula/Vanessa)
Mystic Millie
Card Song (from Carmen Jones)
Neptune&Aurora
Now and Forever (from The Pebble and the Penguin) (Book 3 always comes to mind ;) )
#emily windsnap#playlist#middle grade fiction#middle grade series#middle grade books#songs#character song#ask#answer#orithereticent
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Hello!
What other fictional couple (it can be tv, movies, books, or even another fanfic couple) or celebrity couple reminds you of your OTP?
If you have any other pairings, give us one for them too!
Hi! What an awesome question! Really! I've never thought of that. I do have face claims for most of my OTPs but never considered associating them with real or fictional couples. So I took some time thinking about their dynamics and came up with the associations for four of my pairings below:
1. Olivia Park x Damien Nazario
Lorelei Gilmore and Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. I was inspired by Lorelei's love for snow and holidays to write my first fics for them (and the only two I ever posted), and thinking about it, Lorelei and Luke kinda match really well their dynamics, Lorelei is always talking, usually optimistic and has too many bad puns, while Luke's more closed off and sarcastic, like our detective, and nurtured a crush on his friend for a long while. And the banter is just *chef's kiss*
2. Malia Jones x Troy Hassan
Maybe a mix of Rapunzel x Flynn Ryder (Rapunzel) with some Rogue x Gambit (X-Men) with all the flirting and feelings, charming and great banter (but way less drama than the second couple), the criminal part is on point and the bit naughty part too from the second couple i guess! lol
3. Elizabeth Foredale x Prince Hamid
I draw inspiration from some characters to create their relationship in the modern AU that is Second Chances, and Elizabeth as an OC was inspired by some tropes and ideas and a bit of Rory Gilmore, but as a couple, idk, they are the shy x flirty couple with some other flavours... So, maybe there's a little bit of Evelyn and Ricky from The Mummy because of her being more of an intellectual... and perhaps many references from those 80s and 90s rom-coms I used to watch.
4. Arwen of Riverbend x Tyril Starfury
When they meet, Arwen and Tyril are kinda like Haziran x Poyraz from Ada Masali, but without the beautiful island as setting and all the bickering; they do have amazing chemistry, and learn to work together really well. So, in a way they fit.
Thank you so much for the ask, dear! It was really fun to answer it.
I wish you a lovely week!
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Title: Happily Ever Island
Author: Crystal Cestari
Genre: New Adult Fiction | Drama | Romance | Friendship | LGBTQ+
Content Warnings: N/A
Overall Rating: 9.8/10
Personal Opinion: If you’re a Disney fanatic, you’d probably love this book and its concept. An island where you can embody (almost) any iconic character from the grand house of mouse. But even a casual enjoyer such as myself can fall in love with the adventures Madison and Lanie embark on on this island. It’s full of magic and wonder and romance. It’s tough to find a more enchanting book than this.
Do I Own This Book? Nope.
Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:
- I’m not a Disney fanatic. I’m more of a casual enjoyer. But as a casual enjoyer, I really love the references and the magic in this book. Everything from the way the island was built to the concept of “hero moments” were just lovely. I wish I could’ve read about every hero moment from the intimate point of view of the characters involved. But the backstage perspective on “Let It Go” and the romantic scene of Madison and Val watching the floating lanterns was more than enough for me.
- I also love that all the titles are Disney songs. It didn’t hit me until “Be Prepared” (the second chapter) and even then I thought it was a coincidence. I think it’s so clever and I love the way Cestari incorporated them into the chapters.
- Madison and Lanie have a wonderful friendship. Proof of that is that when they had a fight, Lanie was trying to think of ways to repair it while Madison was already barreling toward her ready to fix it. The fact that not even 24 hours later and Madison was willing to go to great lengths to say sorry shows what a great person she is.
- Speaking more on Madison, I love that we saw her creative mind at work from the start. Way before she even made it to the island. She’s a full-on romantic with a head full of grand gestures. It’s no wonder that she’s such a natural fit as a Disney cast member. That’s foreshadowing done correctly.
- Lanie’s anxiety is represented so accurately. To me. For a hot second, I was on Madison’s side until Lanie said she “didn’t want to bother Madison.” And then I was like, “ohhhh, that’s me.” I hesitate to rely on my own friends too because they have so much on their plate and I don’t want to dump anything more on it. So I get Lanie and I love that Madison is always there for her to be a shoulder to cry on or lean on. I love that Ethan didn’t question anything when she was crying and just held her. I love that she got that support because she deserves it.
- Sal and Dorothy are so cute. I especially love the imagery of this middle-aged man reciting lines from a Disney film to himself on a plane. He is adorable. I love them and I wish them nothing but the best.
- Madison’s “stepsisters” are great too. They’re genuinely nice people and honestly, I just think that’s pretty cool.
- Something else that’s cool are the activities. A canoe trip around the riverbend? Going snorkeling in King Triton’s sea? Those sound like so much fun. And I just could not stop myself from laughing out loud when the canoe intruded on the “Kiss The Girl” hero moment. Like that was genuinely so funny. Can you imagine watching “The Little Mermaid” and then a boat containing Prince Charming and Merida bursts onto the scene? And the way the musical score kept going just cracked me up.
Dislikes:
- I have my issues with Disney. But I would love to do this. But sadly, I don’t think I’d get the role I want. Would Disney allow a man to play Belle? Because I want to be surrounded by books and to slow dance with the Beast.
- You know a role I do not want? Cinderella. I cannot believe that Madison willingly put herself in a situation where she would be surrounded by an “evil” step-family. Especially with a Lady Tremaine that horrible. Granted it just so happens to be this specific Tremaine. If it was a woman who was less intense about live-action roleplay then maybe it’d be more fun. But yeah anyway, fuck that Lady Tremaine.
- Does Lanie’s mother actually say “disappointment” in that one scene before they head off for vacation? Because if so, fuck that. Bruh, Lanie was right to hang up on her. I want nothing to do with a parent like that.
#Booklr#Booksbooksbooks#Book Blog#Book Review#Book Recs#Happily Ever Island#Crystal Cestari#LGBTQ#Queer Books#Queer Lit#Queer Representation
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