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vanillasann · 3 months

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His World, Your World

Pairing: Venti x gn!reader

Genre: Angst <3

Summary: He loves his nation and you just almost as much. For Mondstadt is his world and he'd do everything he could to protect it. Even if it costs his life. So when you have to choose between his death or his nation's, he begs you to choose his. But will you?

TW: Major character death (u), but nothing too graphic. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are many grammar errors! <//3

Note: I've been dying to write something since last, last, last year/? but my lazy ass is stronger than me. This draft has been in here for a year. But oh, well, at least I write something now. I've always loved 'Which would he choose? You or the world?' trope and also inspired by a fanart I saw months ago; Venti hates you because you chose him over Mondstadt, but sadly I forgot their username-.

It's not a secret for anyone to know the fact that Mondstadt is Venti's home. It won't even be an overstatement to say that Mondstadt is his world.

For him loving it oh so much; even greater than he value his own life. For it was what his friends had always been wanted. For it was what his friends had been fight for.

He loves it dearly with all of his heart. He loves the people in it; his people, his children. He loves the freedom his nation has. And for it, he'll do anything he could to protect it. Even if the cost that he must pay is his life.

What to lose? I am but an archon that has long ago left my nation anyway. They'll be just alright without me, he thinks.

There are so many words that could describe Venti. He is a God. An Archon. An immortal being. A cheerful person that is allergic to cats. A drunkard bard. But never even in his mind that he'd ever could be described as a lover.

A lover who loves his partner passionately. A lover who cares so much about his partner's well-being. A lover who will go out of his way to comfort and cheer them whenever the world gets too mean towards them. A lover who vows to his partner that he'll protect them with everything he has.

Venti knows that he's rather friendly with all his acquaintances. Yet he never thought about even the possibility of him falling in love with someone, let alone a mere mortal being, for he is an archon.

At least that's what he thought. Until he met you.

You, who make his heart thump like crazy, feels like knocking hazardly in his chest. You, who make his day a bit more brighter just by getting a thought of your voice calling his name. You, who make him smile like a drunk man even when he hasn't chugged any bottle of Diluc's dandelion wine. And you, who make him addicted of your all.

He tried to shrug it off as his form of interest towards you. Nothing big, just a little crush that will wilt over time, he thought back then. But that little crush was and is still growing wildly every time he spends his day with you. Making a flower garden that he himself can't seem to get rid of, for he has gotten fond of these feelings.

He cherished every moment he has with you, whether it's just strolling around Windrise or visiting Diluc with Kaeya. Whether it's mundane things like joking and making a fool of himself just so he can hear a chorus of your laughter he so adore or a pretty night when he asks you to join him to stargazing in Starsnatch Cliff.

He loves you so much that he even drinks wine less just so he can spend more time with you. He loves you so much that he writes songs about you so that the world knows how amazing you are that even an archon fell head over heels for you.

He loves you and his nation just almost as much; with all of his heart, with everything that he has. That he'd sacrifice anything else if it means he could keep his nation and you safe.

So when you are faced with a big choice that had to be made, he pleads- no. He begs you to choose his doom.

While Venti is a lover who yearns nothing but to spend a lifetime with you, his love, he also is Barbatos, an archon of a nation. He couldn't imagine his life if you'd choose him over his nation, his world.

He begs and cries and sobs to you while clings like you are his lifeline.

Who you are to decline his pleas?

But while you understand his position, you couldn't help but feels like he's selfish. Oh so selfish to sacrifice himself so no one would die. Because while yes, everyone might just be alright, but- what about you?

You who had loved him so much, too much in fact, that you'd choose his life over yours, even over the world, for he was yours. You who had given him everything you had and gave in to his every whim and plea every single day without fail. You, who can't even think about your life without him and his laughter.

And Mondstadt will not last that long without him anyway, you tried to justify yourself in front of a mirror silently. Blank stare at your broken state reflection.

But the flashes of his dying heart and broken scream and tear-stained face of sorrow, because he lost his nation, make your stomach churn and tighten your chest that you can't draw even shallow breath. A realization hit you; He couldn't live without his nation, and vice versa.

That much is what you need to know to make the decision. You clean yourself as much as you can and go to make it.

Underneath the sunset glow and under the tree in windrise you two stare at each other deeply with an empty smiles, trying to pretend everything is alright.

"Are you really sure about this?"

"You promise you're gonna be happy?"

"You promise you're gonna be fine without me?"

He nods at every question you throw at him, even with a trembling smile and tears that threaten to fall, he stands his ground. He answers your questions like he knows what you'll choose after his pleas and begs. Because you'd never say no to him, for you love him too much.

He'd accepted his doom. Anything for his nation to be safe and for you to continue your life, even without him.

But then why?

Why is your form slumping against him in his embrace as if you don't have any strength to even hold it anymore?

Why are you rubbing his back softly and whispering apologies for what you've done?

Why are your breathing and your heart slowly fading away despite him holding you so tight against him?

Why is he screaming your name repeatedly with uncontrollable tears that fall while he tries to shake you awake when it should have been him who won't respond to yours?

Why is he can't do anything despite him being a God, an archon, to bring you back by his side?

Why would you trade your place in his stead as a sacrifice?

Venti doesn't understand.

Or rather, he doesn't want to. For he forgot that he knows a fact.

That while Mondstadt is his world, Venti was yours.

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abluescarfonwaston · 3 years

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Hi! So, um,, I know this isn't something you should ask a writer so please feel free to ignore this. I was wondering,, , your "the white wolves" story has brought me so much joy and I am grateful that you wrote it! I was just wondering, if you're not going to finish it (this isn't meant to pressure you. If you don't want to finish it that is 100% fine and your choice and I'm thankful for the five chapters you gave us!!!) so, anyway, I was wondering what the conclusion was going to be? If you're comfortable answering that. If not, that's absolutely fine of course and I'm sorry for asking.

Thank you so much for your lovely stories and I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Okay first off, we're totally cool don't even worry about it. I am always touched people still care about and think about an unfinished piece from like 10 months ago. And now that I have seen that it's almost been a year I feel it is important to point out that while this fic has clearly been physically abandoned, it has not been emotionally. Or Else I would not have spent the last hour pacing back and forth angrily lamenting that I do not have more hands. I do not want to provide you with an unsatisfactory summary in an undercut about how the story was going to unfold. It is not that I mind sharing these details - I have done so to others who have asked. It's just that admitting something I still love so dearly may never get done hurts.

Hopefully one day I will find that voice again.

Spoilers for a fic that will (probably) never get finished under the cut. It is 2.6k and includes most of the final section.

The next sequence in the story is them all taking a nap on the side of the road. Jaskier gets up and calls Yennifer for help. Do you know that part in the books where Yennifer saves Dandelion and he doesn't know why? Because I owed you one. You kept him from being alone. I think about that alot. I think that's why she comes. Not then. She meets them at the keep in a few days time. She is too tired to arrive before then.

There is a scene of the four of them in an inn. Of Ciri, afraid to sleep least she destroy the inn like she destroyed that forested grove. We have a moment when he looks at candle on the inn nightstand and remembers a inn fire that almost killed him and how he hadn't wanted to sleep in an inn ever again. (I foreshadowed it. It's allowed. I once read that Regis saved Dandelion from an inn fire. I thought it was canon. I know its not. I think. I only ever read the short stories. They sit on my shelf. One day I'll read them.) He understands. Still he tucks her in and tells her it will be alright. That is the empty words of adults who lie to children that they think do not know better. No. It is the empty words of a bard whose job is to write lullabies that get children to bed on time. Besides it will be fine. Even if things go bad, we will be with you the entire time.

These are the two scenes I largely blame for the fact I stopped writing this fic. I got stuck on Yennifer's conversation and then wasn't sure how to get that inn scene to actually play out. Anyway. Back to the part you were actually asking about. What's the deal with the wolves? Both of them.

They arrive at the keep. They are greeted and loved and yeered at and pestered. Jaskier is nervous and concerned as he eyes the silver in their blades. It is strange they believe the doppler. But he was a very good Doppler. He digs his fingers into white fur. Remember you promised. You promised you were him. Don't let it be a lie.

And oh I have lost the voice but they are in the great hall with Vesemir and Eskel and Lambert and Geralt and Geralt and Yennifer. She peers into his eyes and does not reveal him. Silver medallions brush against skin and he does not flinch or melt. Geralt of Rivia is Geralt of Rivia. Of this there is no doubt.

The conversation turns to Ciri and Jaskier quietly slips out. It is snowing, just a few flurries on the still air. The wolf flows him to the room they set their bags in. Geralt's room.

This was not how it was meant to go. This is not how it was meant to go. Yennifer was supposed to look at the doppler and then at him and go what the hell and they would slip away and break the curse on the wolf - on Geralt. And they would quietly change hands. The Doppler into the wolf. The wolf into Geralt. Ciri would not know of the quiet deception they had pulled. The magicians trick with revolving mirrors.

Because clearly the doppler loved them. Because clearly the doppler had chosen them. Do you ever think about how in the short story Geralt is ready to kill the doppler that wears his face and it knows this because it is also him so it turns into Dandelion. Because he Knows Geralt would never hurt Dandelion? It's falling in with a lie. It is so easy to in love with a lie. Jaskier knows this.

It was supposed to be like this. Laying in a bed in the Keep with a white wolf next to him. Playing ballads for Geralt and Yennifer and Ciri and not hurting. Because he'd lay next to the wolf at night and bury his face in its fur. And in the spring they would run off to the coast together. You can wear a different face, whatever one you'd like, and will prove to you again and again that I still love you.

I am good at loving people. You know this about me. I might not be able to love you first. That might be why you love me. Because I loved Geralt of Rivia first. So completely that whatever motive you had you abandoned for the sake of it. For the taste of it. I know what it is like to want so desperately to be loved. Wearing different faces and personalities in the chance that someone might.

I know that very well.

But unlike you I'm always still just Jaskier.

The wolf slips in the door behind him.

Jaskier rounds on him. 'What the actual fuck? What the fuck are you? You Promised me. You Promised me you were him." The medallion bounces off his chest and he hates it. Rips it from his neck and brandishes it like a weapon. "I kept this for you! I thought you were him! You promised me you were him! What are you?! I told you I would help you even if you weren't him! Why?!"

The circle of the medallion cuts into his hand.

"Is this funny to you? Bringing me all the way up here and making me look a fool?! Making me watch Geralt picker her Again? Is this funny to you? You and this sadistic game?!"

And he throws the medallion. It hits the wolf dead on. Hit's his bowed forehead. Right between the eyes. Just in front of his flattened ears.

He has always been a good shot.

It is snowing outside. Just a few more flurries. The winter stretches out, immeasurably long in front of him.

He knows who Geralt chooses. That those 'I love you's are lies. No. Not lies. Geralt did not mean to lie. Not intentional. But it was so easy when your heart is broken to bury yourself in someone that does. Love you. Drowning men love life boats but they'd much rather be on the ship that cast them out.

He knows. It exactly what he was doing too.

I love you doppler. I could love you too.

The winter stretches immeasurably long in front of him.

"I can't do this." There is a bag in his hand. A case. "I can't do this."

There is a whine but he does not hear it as he rushes out the door. He can't do this. Down the stone hall. Wind whips through a hairline fracture in the Keeps walls and cuts his cheeks red where they are wet. He can't do this. Out the doors. Through the large wooden gates. He can't do this.

The winter stretches immeasurably long in front of him.

In the great hall a sickening feeling curdles in Geralt's gut. Honestly its seeing Yennifer again. This is all so wildly out of hand. Even if he knows they need her. That Ciri needs her.

"It's startin' to snow. Your idiot better come back soon."

"What?" He turned to Lambert who had curled up in a mountain of blankets in the window nearest the fire.

"Said it's starting to snow, dumbass."

"No the other part."

"Peacock left a while ago. Think he had the right idea. If I'd know she was coming I'd have stayed down south."

"What?" Snow was coming down hard. Big wet flakes. Could hardly see the keep walls through them. "Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

He shrugged. "His dog went after him."

His gut does a funny thing then. It eases in relief before his brain catches up and yanks tight in terror.

The wolf went after Jaskier.

Jaskier is alone.

With the wolf.

In a snow storm.

Jaskier is is alone in a snow storm. He walks down the mountain alone. As he knew he would. Why did he think it would be any different this time? Why does he never learn? He is a fool.

The wind picks up. The snow buries the path. He huddles in a protected alcove and wishes he'd been thinking clearly enough to steal one of Geralt's cloaks. Just to be petty.

He is probably going to freeze on this mountain. Walking down it alone. He might die. But even if he doesn't something will have died. Something in his chest that he cradled like wounded bird.

How many times must you touch fire, how many times must you be burned before you learn? How many times Jaskier? How many times?

He pulled his doublet tighter around him.

Just the one more time it seemed. Just once more.

Barking. Just one voice barking. Barking into the snow and wind in the distance.

Are you looking for your pack? Did you get lost? Separated? I hope they find you. I hope they answer you. I wish I had a pack to call out to.

The snow drifts down in heavy blankets and there is nothing to do but sleep. All he wants to do is sleep.

There is warmth in his dreams. Heavy and warm and soft and reeking of wet dog and something deeper. Something less domesticated and tame.

"You found him?"

Geralt's voice. Deep and soft. Reaches him. Buried in the snow. Cruel and kind in equal measure. To make him hear that voice before he, probably, dies.

"... Thank you."

There is a gasp. He recognizes it. That shocked little inhale of Geralt's.

"I think... That druid overpaid."

He wakes up to a stone ceiling. To thick and heavy furs covering him. to a wolf pressed into his side. To a man known as the white wolf pressed into the other.

Words will find him soon. But for now they are held back by a dam of confusion and exhaustion.

Geralt reaches an arm over him and scratches at the wolf's forehead. "Hm." Got it. The hum says. The same one he uses when Jaskier reminds him to pick something up in town. Hm. Got it.

The dam breaks.

"Oh so you're just okay with each other now? Everything is hunky dory? Jaskier goes out into a snow storm and you drag him - Unwillingly mind you - back here and now you're best fucking friends?! Well it's not all A-O-Kay over here so perhaps you might let me up so I can demand Yennifer do me the solid of getting me out of this godforsaken keep?" He wiggled under the mountain of blankets that held him captive.

"Wha-" Geralt's hand pressed down on his chest. Preventing escape.

"Or you know just go back to the love of your life, take your one goddamn blessing and leave me be!"

"Jask-"

"Oh don't give me that- you're gonna run right off after Yennifer and we both know it and you," Glared. Bared his teeth at the wolf. "Are a lying manipulative bastard and I hope she turns you into a gnat or a pigeon or - or something!"

"Jaskier!"

His jaw clicked closed. He did not soften his gaze.

"We- He - it's not. He didn't lie."

He scowled harder at Geralt.

"You remember that druid Ciri told you I helped?"

"... Vaguely."

A woman and woman who was not her wife. But was. In his story, in his song, he would tell it as if she was.

You saved my heart, I don't know what I'd have done if she. She. Witcher how can I ever repay you?

What food do you have on you?

Uh.

Fine. We don't have time. Don't tell them which way have gone.

No that's not- perhaps the law of su-

No. No. Lie. That will be enough.

It's not!

"He," Nodded to the wolf. "Was how she decided to pay."

He studied Geralt. Then the wolf. Their matching golden eyes.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Geralt grimaced. Hair falling over his face. "He's a familiar. She made him for me. Of me."

He studied the wolf again, distrustingly. "How does that work?"

Shrugged a shoulder. "You'd have to ask Yen."

"Don't care that much." He tried to wave his hand and the idea off but couldn't get it free from the covers. "Shouldn't you have known then? If he's made of you?"

"We weren't... connected. You have to. Touch."

"Oh and she thought you'd just go out of your way to touch a big white wolf? Honestly what was the plan there? You'd have just killed the damn thing."

"Mhmm."

"Seriously what kind of mad man goes out and pets a two hundred pound wolf? Could have at least tied a note to its neck for explanation before setting it loose on the countryside, wandering around looking for you."

"It wasn't..." He hummed his prodding question. "Looking for me. That's not what it was supposed to do."

"And pray tell what was it supposed to do?"

Geralt was quiet. The charged quiet that said he knew the answer but didn't want to tell him.

Eventually. With a fair bit of glaring and wiggling on his part, he answered.

"She was repaying the favor."

"Oh and what's that supposed to mean?! What you saved her partner and she sent the wolf to go out and save yours?" He scoffed. "What did she magic you 'a white wolf to protect your heart when you could not?' as you did for her? Is that it? Absolutely absurd, I wouldn't write that drivel."

Neither Geralt met his eye.

"Geralt...?"

"That's..." He ducked his head. "Hm."

Right.

"But then why-"

A wolf appears in the darkness. All white fur and golden eyes. Protects him from the bandits. Brings him a rabbit when his stomach growls.

I love you Jaskier. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize.

They lay on the bedroll and Geralt kisses him like a thousand drunken kisses. Like a thousand sober ones. And the wolf follows after Ciri and comforts her when they cannot.

The wolf seeks him out in that ruined clearing while Geralt cradles Ciri. While Geralt debates with Yennifer and Vesemir over Ciri's fate. Her training.

I love you Jaskier.

Protect his heart, white wolf, when he cannot.

"Oh."

He let his head fall to the side. Watched Geralt watch him with those golden eyes he had memorized decades ago. Listened to the sound of his breathing that was more familiar than his own.

"Tell me again."

Geralt cocked his head a fraction. Brow furrowed in confusion.

"Tell me again, what I did not believe. If it is true. Tell me again. Geralt of Rivia."

"Tell you...?"

"I love you, Geralt. Despite all sense and reason. Do not lie to me. Do not pretend if I am fated to walk down that mountain alone again. Do not lie to me."

His eyes widened. He pushed himself up and over him. Caged him in his muscular, scarred arms. Shoved the wolf aside.

It grumbled. Huffed. Walked out of the room. Towards Ciri. Towards his heart.

"Jaskier. I love you." He said again.

And this time. This time he believed him.

"Then, You absolute fool and dullard." With only Geralt to hold him down he worked his arms free. Held Geralt's head in his hands. Traced the stubble of his jaw that he could, if he needed to, shave blind. From memory alone. "Kiss me. I have waited long enough."

Geralt leaned down and did.

He remembered the barking of a single wolf. It's howls into the storm. Searching for its pack.

I hope your pack finds you. He wished to its unseen form.

Mine did.

#writing #the white wolves #geraskier

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aerialflight · 4 years

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Fic Recs

I haven’t done this in a while, recommending fics. But there were some fics these past couple of months that put a smile on my face, so I want to spread that joy to others. Seriously, they’re so good and I want to shove all these recs at people and have them appreciate them as much as I do. Everyone stay safe and I hope these recs make staying home easier for everyone!

[Fullmetal Alchemist]

maestoso by novalotypo

Edward Elric is about eleven when he stands up, makes an extended effort to knock as many books off the old bastard’s shelves as he can, and says, “Fuck the military. Al, you interested in music at all?”

Everybody's got their own ideas of retirement.

The Elrics don't even do retirement, what with the world trying to blow itself up every other month, but this shit has got to take the fucking cake.

(You want a fic that’ll make you cry tears of uncontrollable laughter? I point you to this fic. The shenanigans, the fact this is a time travel fic, the fucking headaches the Elrics cause, the I-Have-No-Fucks-To-Give attitude. Legend.)

[The Magnus Archives]

we raise it up by savrenim

Jonathan Sims reads a book and saves the world; although maybe the real salvation is the friends he makes along the way.

OR: in which Jon is not the only Archival monster for very long, Sasha James is competent, Tim Stoker finds some catharsis, Helen Richardson is sexy, Melanie makes a very successful youtube channel revamp, and Martin Blackwood gets to brew a lot of new friends tea.

(This is literally the most creative, fucking inspired tma fic I’ve ever read. You literally will never be able to guess what happens next and it’s just so much fun.)(Kinda Time Travel, you’ll understand what I mean if you read it, it’s so well done and amazing.)(The characterization for Sasha makes me want to weep, I’ve never seen her characterized this way before and it makes SO MUCH SENSE.)(@savrenim you are a QUEEN and you inspire me to be a better writer.)

[Marvel]

Crash Landing by Nyxelestia

"You could've left me there," Adrian murmured, jerking his head back towards the burning beach in the distance. "For Stark and his DODC people to find me. Liz and Doris' lives would've actually fallen apart with my arrest, and all my work to take care of them would've gone to waste. You could've just left me there...but you didn't. So I'll make you another deal."

Peter clenched his hands, fists shaking hard. "I'm giving you a second chance - but if you go back to what you were doing...I can't make any promises."

"It would be stupid of me to expect you to, after all this," Adrian said. He looked at Peter, at the hints of bruises and all the blood. He had trouble reconciling this fragile-looking kid with the superhuman who's been destroying his business, his daughter's homecoming date with the boy he'd nearly killed. "That's not my deal. My deal is, we both walk away, and neither of us say a word about any of this to Liz. Anything else - we'll cross those bridges as we come to them."

Swallowing, the boy nodded.

Instead of gift-wrapping the Vulture for Happy to find, Peter lets Mr. Toomes go.

(Honestly, I’m disappointed in the fact there’s not many Vulture-centric fics out there. This was so great and Peter was wonderfully characterized here along with Ned.)(I have a deep craving now for more Adrian Toomes fics and I blame this fic for that. I don’t regret it one bit.)

[The Witcher]

all some children do is work by some_stars

It's two children, he realizes as they slowly sit up. They look about eight or nine, not that he's much judge of children's ages. One is a girl, dark-haired, in a shabby dress. The other is a boy. His clothes aren't much better, and his hair isn't much lighter than the girl's, but his eyes—

His eyes, Jaskier realizes with a distant sense of horror, are gold like a cat's. His mind makes one more valiant effort to keep from connecting the obvious dots and recognizing them, and then it finally does.

"How in the unholy fuck," Jaskier says to no one, "did this shit happen?"

(So sweet it’ll give you cavities. Break your own heart reading this, I dare you.)

of music and motion and love by WriteThroughTheNight

When Jaskier was four, he slipped his mother’s watch and went to the field to gather a bouquet of dandelions. He climbed back into the yard, as stealthy as a child really cared to be, and crept over to the barn. In the barn, lived a secret. (The man he thought his father said the secret was a monster, a plague. His mother said the secret was his sister.)

Jaskier comes from a far humbler background, and would really like to know why Yennefer never came back for her youngest brother.

(YENNEFER AND JASKIER AS SIBLINGS ENOUGH SAID. FIENOWPAFE)

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

(Where Geralt wakes up in the future and Jaskier and Geralt live at the Coast.)(They are Disasters. What else is new.)(Everything’s lovely and emotionally repressed.)

[Game of Thrones]

if I give you my heart, will you promise not to break it? by janie_tangerine

Ship: Brienne/Jaime

“It’s not broken,” she protests.

“Please,” Ronnet goes on, “it’s all red. Red hearts like that are broken and their owners are either useless or more effort than they’re worth. ‘Course you would get a broken one, who else would want you?”

“It’s not,” Brienne hisses, and at that he stops talking. She realizes her voice had turned cold. Very cold. A coldness that doesn’t belong to her, she’s never sounded like that, but it seems to come from the pulsing warmth in her hands, again - “and the day I find him you’ll see he’s not broken or damaged or unworthy. And I sure as the seven hells hope no one got saddled with yours.

in which soulmates find each other through one of them having the other's heart.

or, in which Brienne gets a mostly broken one the day Jaime Lannister kills Aerys Targaryen.

(So this is a series, just want to put that out there. And I read through all of them cause I just couldn’t do otherwise. Brienne is obviously the bravest, most noble, most amazing of course. And Jaime makes me want to punch a wall because feels.)(This soulmate idea is so creatively and well done, has become one of my favorite soulmate tropes.)(There are a lot of interesting pairings in this series and the way the author went about the relationships and this expanding world has me giving all the yeses.)(Please read!!!)

[Gilmore Girls]

Weather Me by missgoalie75

Ship: Paris Geller/Jess Mariano

A year in the life of Paris and Jess.

(PARIS GELLER AND JESS MARIANO AT THEIR VERY BEST HOLY SHIT!!! I can hear their voices in every line, every thought, every damn interaction and I am so in love it's ridiculous. Paris in particular won me over, I have become incredibly fond of her and it's honestly brilliant! And Jess has a beautiful mind and I love him, I do. God, do I.)(missgoalie75 did it again.)

Living With It by thesaltyavocado

Ship: Lindsay Lister/Jess Mariano

#Future Fic, #Post-Season/Series Finale, #So Your Ex is Now Your Step-Cousin, #And You're Dating Her Ex's Ex!, #A Step-by-Step Guide to Getting Over It

(There’s no summary, it’s a series, and I’m in LOVE. I am a sucker for really, really well done rare pairs, and this is the rarest of them all. Go for it. It’s beautiful.)(Also, the author is literally the BEST, the VERY BEST at making me want to ship people I never even thought of. They’re awesome.)(check out all their fics, I went on a spree and you should too.)

[The Hunger Games]

Speechless by thesaltyavocado

Ship: Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket

Effie was kind, she was warm, she offered comfort to anyone who needed it, microphones be damned. She had a reputation for generosity amongst the Victors that Haymitch hadn't paid any attention to, because he was so paranoid about showing his hand that he barely even said her name around other people, barely even acknowledged her existence. Everyone thought he hated her, Beetee had explained. Everyone knew the stories about how he'd made her cry in the sponsor's lounge at the opening of the 61st Games, how he'd blown up at Cecelia that time when she'd asked him to pass a message onto Effie for her. Is that why none of you assholes ever liked me? Haymitch had asked. No, we didn't like you because you were a prick, Beetee told him, which was fair enough.

(The best, and I mean the best fic I’ve ever read regarding this pairing. Nothing is ever going to top this. Nothing.)(The WORLDBUILDING. FUCK.)(Literally everyone is perfectly characterized in new, heartbreaking ways and I just, fuck. Fuck.)(I don’t care if you’re not into the fandom, this will make you fall in love and see the characters with new eyes and it’s absolutely stellar.)(I want to cry.)(You don’t even have to be here for the ship, just be here for the writing, characterization, the WORLDBUILDING, fucking everything.)(Please.)(This fic NEEDS more love.)(I have fallen in love with Effie Trinket.)(This is my life now.)

[Harry Potter]

Walkabout by thesaltyavocado for teethandstars

Ship: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

"You are always far too handsome for your own good," Hermione says, "in any timeline."

(The author strikes again when it comes to shipping people I don’t expect to love, yet here it is. Such an interesting fic where the time travel already happened and it’s the aftermath that the fic covers.)(Again, characterization off the fucking charts and I just want to wrap myself up in their words and live there.)(A story about broken people trying to find peace within themselves.)

[Stranger Things]

and you hunger for the time by missgoalie75

Ship: Steve Harrington/Kali Prasad

after the battle of starcourt, steve figured the rest of the summer would involve not working, waiting for his busted ribs and face to heal, hanging out with robin and the party, and trying to ignore the panic he feels whenever he thinks about his future. All that does happen, but other unexpected things happen too.

(Bet you didn’t see this ship coming, did you? Neither did I, yet here we are.)(missgoalie75 is the gift that keeps on giving.)(But in all seriousness this is my favorite characterization of Steve, hands down.)(This fic needs more kudos and comments and basically all the love it deserves.)(God tier characterization and relationship development.)

[Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas]

nfwmb by perennial

Ship: Eris/Proteus

The goddess of discord isn't careless enough to fall in love with a do-gooder mortal prince—unless, of course, she doesn't know it's happening.

(Okay, hear me out. I know it’s weird, I can feel the judgement coming from my screen. But I am weak in the face of rare pairings that actually work and the fact I fucking loved this movie ever since I was a kid, okay? So if anybody else loves this fandom as much as I do, stand up and take notice of this. I am here to tell you there are worthwhile fics to be read in this very, very small fandom.)

I'll keep turning down the hands that beckon me to come by deavors

Ship: Marina/Proteus/Sinbad

“Jealous?” Sinbad says, voice easily and casually mocking, but there’s something else under there, an undertone that speaks of so many things Marina isn’t even close to understanding.

“Extremely,” says Proteus, cracking a half-smile, but Marina feels like he’s not joking.

They stare at each other for a few moments. Marina’s gaze flickers between them. Sun and moon. She wishes—she doesn’t know what she wishes. Her heart is twisting again, but in a different way from before: as though it’s half-empty and longs to be full.

(You have no idea how in love I am with the idea of these three being in a poly relationship. No idea.)(I’ve been shipping all of them the moment I was introduced to the idea of polyamory relationships.)(This is THE poly ship for me.)(Nothing’s ever gonna come close. Nothing.)

[Crossovers]

Trust Me, I'm an Alchemist by metisket

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice, Fullmetal Alchemist

In which Yuri Plisetsky began life with the name Edward Elric, and this has made the world of figure skating a significantly stranger and more alarming place.

“Are you saying you lived a life of crime before you began skating?” “I’m gonna have to check the statute of limitations on a couple things and get back to you on that.”

(Meme Alien Edward, Ninja Alphonse who’ll smile at you as you Perish, Disaster Gay Victor, Disaster Gay Maniac Yuuri.)(If this isn’t incentive enough, the Elrics traumatizing and delighting social media with their Life Stories and their Life of Crime.)(Feral Elrics being Feral Elrics.)(It’s the kind of fic that gets better with every chapter, cause the shenanigans just keep ESCALATING.)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Fullmetal Alchemist #The Magnus Archives #Marvel #The Witcher #Game of Thrones #Gilmore Girls #The Hunger Games #Harry Potter #Stranger Things #Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas #Crossover #Yuuri on Ice #Shipping

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ispiderdudei · 4 years

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Only-part five

prologue part one part two part three part four part five

dad! Tom Holland x OC

only masterlist

my masterlist

Summary: Tom was living his dream as a rising star in Hollywood for the past six years. Even though it was everything he ever wanted he missed everything that he left behind. His family back in London. His best friend who’s career had also taken off and though they were roomates they never had time for one another. His first love that was torn apart by a dumbass decision. He wished he could take it all back. All the stupid decisions he made in the past that could have been the other way around if he choose the right choice. What happens when he wakes up one day in the life he should have chosen?

warnings: nervous Tom, kinda fluff, Blythe being a smol bean, um yeah that's about it

word count: 3289

authors note: I feel like everyone of these I have an excuse on why I'm late to post. Well, it’s because I’m a senior in high school who has to apply to a million scholarships so I don't have to worry about student loans, but I’ll survive:) I also am taking three college classes and ironically English is the one that is killing me. I thank you for your patiences and wish me luck. Idk when the next part will come out but don't worry it’s happening. Also you know, just feel free to send me an ask anytime like I don’t mind (PSA this is my favorite look ever pic is definitely not mine)

After Blythe’s little incident and a good ten minutes of Lennon tending to her daughters small wounds they finally were able to calm her down before making their way back to the party. Tom was still overwhelmed by what happened earlier and it made every worse case scenario run through his mind. It was mostly about how he imagined Lennon finding out. The more he thought about telling her the more he backtracked his plan all together. Tom wasn’t going to tell her today. He knew that for sure, but that didn’t mean he could wait forever. Tom didn’t know exactly how this scenario would play out but he really didn’t want to at the least. He didn’t want Lennon to hate him and he also didn’t want her to act like she forgave him automatically.

He decided he needed to find the right opportunity because that’s what is best for everyone. He needed to wait it out because he still didn’t know if it was permanent, so why would he jeopardize it. If Blythe had come in a few moments later he would be hating himself even more. No matter how much he wondered if Lennon's lips were still as sensational as he remembered them to be. Another part of him wondered if he felt guilty just being so close to having an intimate moment with her how much more of that would build up inside of him.

Lennon brushes the curls out of her daughter's hair one last time before giving her a soft smile, “Are you going to be okay now?” The girl sniffed and nodded watching her mother stand up. Lennon turned to Tom giving him a sorrowful look and it made him panic even more because he knew what it was for.

Lennon and Tom grabbed the food while Blythe trailer behind them as they all walked back outside. Tom noticed more people than he did before, but that was because he just wasn’t paying attention earlier when he walked in with Xio. He saw many faces familiar, new, and old. It made his mind wonder on how the hell he was going to converse with them and still take on the persona of this other Tom. It was easier for him to talk to Harrison and Xio because they knew it wasn’t him. It wasn’t easy to talk with Lennon, but he was comfortable in the small conversations they have had so far.

“Can I go back to playing,” Blythe asked her mother in a more chipper mood looking at a few kids that Tom didn’t recognize.

Lennon nodded looking down at her. Blythe smiled rushing over to them stumbling a little. “Be careful please,” Lennon yelled at her letting out a sigh, “That child is a spitting image of you, I swear.”

Tom looked at Lennon shaking his head, “She’s a hundred percent you.” He meant every word their daughter was definitely a copy Lennon from the short time Tom knew her. Blythe didn’t have to do much to tell Tom that she was Lennon’s daughter because she was so much like her. He didn’t have to think about the fact that she had the same physical features as him but her mannerisms were like her mother’s.

Tom couldn’t remember much from his childhood. Well, he couldn’t remember some things, but he did remember Lennon. She was always so happy and full of energy. She never seemed to slow down and kept him on his toes when he was around her. When something sad would happen she would be back to herself in no time. Blythe proved that to Tom just mere seconds ago when she was a mess and then went straight to her task before she got hurt. It was almost scary how much their personalities were almost the same.

Lennon just scoffed at Tom rolling her eyes, “You only say that because you’re too stubborn to realize she is a girl version of you.”

“You can’t tell me that child who is stopping to pick the dandelion to make a wish is mini me,” Tom asked as he watched the five-year old stopped dead in her tracks looking down at the weed before picking it up and holding it tightly with one hand squeezing her eyes shut as the children rush pass her before blowing it out with the biggest smile on her face.

Lennon let out a laugh, “Well, I remember both of us doing that if I do recall.”

Tom smiled softly, “I’m glad I did because most of my wishes came true.” Well not exactly for him but the other him. You’ve learned by now Tom has always had the biggest crush on Lennon no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. Lennon liking him back was a shock and he never expected her to return the feelings no matter how many times Haz told him to grow a pair and ask her out. She was too perfect for him

Lennon gave him a sly smile rolling her eyes, “You were always one for cheese Tom.”

Tom shrugged, “What can I say?

“Ah, Thomas, nice to see you not overthinking things,” a thick Irish accent said behind him making the hairs on the back of his neck. Tom knew it anywhere because it was one he had to reason with when was dating Lennon and to be honest it still gave him anioxty to this day.

The funny thing about Lennon’s father, Alex, is that he is the living embodiment of James Bond, Pierce Brosnan’s version, of course. One of his most fond memories of Lennon’s father is when Lennon, him, and Harrison went to see Mamma Mia in the Cinema. He took Lennon home after and he was face to face with the man when walking her to the door swearing he would break out into a song by ABBA at any given moment, or run off with some Meryl Streep doppelgänger to Kalokairi. He would never do that to his wife though. They were far too in love.

It wasn’t that Tom enjoyed Lennon’s father’s company it’s just something you don’t exactly need when you have everything else running through your mind. Having to deal with the man he had been afraid of since he started dating Lennon wasn’t at the top of his list. He respected the man as much as he did his own father, but he knew that in his old life the man probably hated his guts. Tom won’t blame him for it because he would only blame himself. Hell, he already did.

Tom let out a nervous laugh that didn’t have to be forced because his he was so anxious he was scared Alex would sense something off about him because it has happened many times before. The man was like a bloodhound on a search for its owners next game while on an afternoon hunt. “Well I am trying. Being laid back was a goal I have for the new year of my life.”

Lennon's father took a sip of his drink before winking and pointing at Tom mere seconds after the glass left his lips. “That’s always been a good goal of yours. Glad you are finally living up to it.”

“Awe, come on dad, Tom has already been doing that,” Lennon beamed looking at her husband making Tom give her a timid smile. Alex gave him a look that Tom has seen before.

He was having serious déjà vu and it wasn’t the good kind. It was like a happier version of the memory before and Tom was slightly scared. The memory was when Tom asked for her father to approve him asking Lennon for his hand in marriage. They were never engaged when they called things off but Tom wanted to do it so desperately.

It was at a dinner party Nikki decided to hold for something Tom couldn’t quite remember, but he did at the time. It was only them and a few family friends nothing too special; him and Lennon were a few months into their relationship that still felt surreal to Tom.

He knew he needed to talk to Alex and he was scared out of his mind. He feared rejection the most because he knew the man hardly trusted him when he was just friends with his daughter. Lennon was off with Xio and a few other girls that were invited and Tom took the chance. He saw him standing on the porch talking to his father and knew it was now or never.

Taking a deep breath he walked over to the tall Irishman trying his best to not stumble and fall on his face while on the way to ask the man the question that will change his future. As he approached closer Tom had second thoughts but he tried his hardest to hide them so it wouldn’t get the best of him. He was sticking to his plan no matter how much he wanted to not ask all together.

Alex noticed Tom approaching upon first glance and gave him a smile. Tom looked between the two men giving them both a nod while putting his hands in his pockets.

“Lennon leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and you don’t know what to do, am I right Thomas?” Alex said smiling down at him earning a laugh from Dominic.

Tom smiled nervously, “Uh, no, actually I came over here to talk to you about something. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all,” Alex reassured him, “This old man was just getting a good point around about London’s traffic laws.”

Dominic shook his head, “I’m sure we can continue our political debate later. Perhaps over another game of golf. I can play easier so I don’t win.”

“I think that’s how you play naturally Holland,” Alex playfully said back earning a laugh from Dominic.

Tom’s father looked towards the kitchen at his mother who was motioning for some assistance from him and let out a site tucking his hands in his pockets, “I suppose the spouse is calling me. Perfect timing for you, Tom.” He gave both his son and Alex a nod before walking off.

Tom gulped, he hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the man standing in front of him because if he knew how terrified he was there was no telling on what he was going to say in their next conversation.

Alex slung his arm around tom’s shoulder patting letting out a chuckle, “Your father is something Thomas. Maybe that's why I like you so much.” It was something said so simple, but it gave Tom a spark of hope and eased his nerves at the thought of Lennon’s father liking him. “Now, my boy, what is it you need to talk to me about,” Alex asked as he lead tom to a secluded part of the Holland’s yard stopping looking down at him as he waited patiently for Tom to speak.

Tom stood a little taller than normal adjusting his jacket as he tried to relax his shoulders, “I, uh… well sir you are well aware I have liked your daughter for a while. Even before we were dating.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at Tom. It wasn’t out of anger, no, far from it. He was doing it because it seemed he was trying to piece together at what Tom was getting at. Alex is an intelligent intellectual that can seem to figure things out quickly and it usually was a problem or a person that he was able to solve. Tom, however, was scared to say anything before the man spoke. He felt like he was constantly trying to impress the man. “I’m well aware of you’re infatuation for my daughter, yes. You two have been dating for a while I hope you’d at least expect me to notice.”

Tom’s eyes widened, “O-of course, Sir. I had no doubt that you are i-in-informed of Lennon and I.”

The man let out another deep throat chuckle, “Now Thomas, you don’t need to act nervous around me we’ve known each other for quite some time and I think it's only fitting for you to not stress so much around me.”

But that was the thing, everything that was going through Tom’s mind at the moment was making him nervous. What he was doing could make or break him and Lennon’s relationship. He was scared shittless to say the least. He cleared his throat hoping years of acting school and control of his voice could help him the situation he was in, “Well, you see, what I’m going to ask might.”

“What would that mean,” Alex asked his voice laced in concern. It caught tom by surprise. It only made tom’s mind wonder to Alex thinking the worst-case scenario. “Is there something you need to tell me Thomas.”

It was that look.

Tom let out a nervous laugh, “I guess I said that wrong and can see where you are interpreting what I’m saying as something negative, but I promise it's not.”

The olderman placed his hands on his hips, “Well go on.”

Tom took a deep breath, “Well let me start out by saying I love your daughter more than anything. I think she is breathtaking and her flaws are just as beautiful as her perfections. Lennon has taught me how to stay grounded through everything and has given me more second chances than I could count. She is amazing and has this presents about her that makes me want to know than I already do about her. Even our relationship started as friends she is always proving that she is the one that I’ve always wanted to have a life with as I grow older. I know your gonna say we are too young and that I’m crazy for even thinking you’d say yes. And believe me I have prepared myself for your rejection-”

“Yes.”

Tom didn’t even processes Alex’s reactions. “I just want you to know that I’m not going to stop asking, because I know she is my future. Not some stupid movie deal or another musical opportuinity… What?”

“Yes, Thomas you have my blessing.”

“You’re serious.”

“I can take it back if you like and say no,” Alex state bluntly.

“No!” Tom said a little too loudly making some of the people close to them turn to the sudden raise of his voice. He cleared his throat, “No. I uh- I just- I didn’t think that would work out so well.”

“For Christ sakes,Thomas, don’t tell me you have flashcards prepared.”

Tom let out another laugh, “Something like that yeah.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “You try too hard. I do trust you, Thomas, because Lennon trust you. Do I think I’m crazy for approving for my daughter to marry so young? Yes, but I rather it be with you than some son of a bitch that I know wasn’t good for her.” He looked over Tom’s shoulder and smiled.

“Hi dad,” he heard from behind him, “Tommy.” The two men didn’t say anything. “Did I interrupt something?” Lennon raised an eyebrow before intertwining her fingers with Tom.

“Not a thing Lennonbug,” Alex said smiling at his daughter proudly before giving the same look to Tom.

This was everything he wanted.

However, he didn’t want to think about the look Alex was giving him right now, “How have you been improving Thomas?”

Tom’s palms were sweaty as Lennon gripped his arm. This wasn’t him being scared shitless asking her father to marry her. This was him being scared shitless on what to say to the man in front of him in an opposite way. “Just… going with the flow…” Tom mentally cursed himself because he would never say that.

Both of them gave Tom an odd look before looking at each other. Before either one of them could speak on Tom’s choice of words the voice of Nikki came from the front porch, “Okay everyone lunch is ready. Let’s hurry and eat before Harry dies of starvation.” Before everyone could trample over to the plastic table outside that was filled with a full buffet Nikki stopped them, “But before we do so we should congratulate Tom for achieving all that he has. I’m proud of you for blessing me with the two most adorable children and the best daughter in law a mother could ask for.”

Tom smiled at his mother nodding in appreciation placing a hand on Lennon’s back. “Thanks Mum,” there was a slight pause as if everyone expected him to say something else, “What are we all standing around for let’s eat, I’m famished.”

The guests cheered before making there way to the table. Blythe ran up to Tom grabbing a hold of his had pulling him towards the crowd of people waiting in line, “Come on Daddy we need to hurry up if you want to get something to eat.”

Lennon laughed at the little girl, “Hang on little bird we need to wait for our turn. There are still going to be quite a bit of food left by we get to the table.” She turned to Tom, I’m going to get Eli and make sure you don’t put too much on her plate. We don’t need the incident we had at the twins party. As for you,” she turned to her daughter, “ You need to at least have a few vegetables on your plate if you want any cake.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Blythe let out another annoyed groan tugging Tom’s had more. Making him

practically stumble to the line of family and friends.

The party unfolded like any other everyday gathering with Tom able to avoid questions his brothers threw at him throughout lunch. Most of which were covered by Xiomara, and the slight uncomfort he felt when Lennon got up to go get something from the kitchen didn’t help his current situation.

Just when Tom thought he couldn’t bare his siblings grilling him about his current life a sense of relief came over him as the voice of Lennon came through the back door. Her smile was as bright as the glow of the candles lit brightly on the cake she was holding. Her voice carried the familiar tune as everyone else around him began to sing happy birthday.

Lennon set the cake down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder making him tense up. He made sure to not flinch so much. Being put in a situation that might make everything go away the next day made Tom start to panic. What was he supposed to do in this situation? Everyone tuning into the song with their gaze on him. Blythe plopping down next to Tom leaning over looking in awe at the pastry in front of her father.

“Make sure you wish for something good daddy,” The little girl whispered as the short song came to an end. He knew that but what the hell was he supposed to wish for. She looked over at him with her doe eyes, “Can I blow them out with you?”

Tom gave her a tight smile nodded allowing her to slide into his lap as everyone huddled around them. Tom shut his eyes and told himself to just live in the moment. With Blythe’s weight shifting in his lap and the feeling of Lennons hand on his shoulder this moment couldn’t have been more perfect. He couldn’t wish for this life to last but he could just let it temporarily engulf him with happiness.

That was his wish to just see what happens next with what could have been.

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dontblamedisney · 5 years

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Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War

Hello everyone, its time for your second lesson in Kingdom Hearts Lore. If you’re new please visit the first lesson and return here [Story]

Now before we get started I want to warn ya’ll that I am angry (about non-Kingdom Hearts related events) and I need a distraction so in addition to giving you today’s lesson, I am going to be drinking heavily. So there will be cussing. Momma’s had a hard fuckin’ week

Also spoilers, obviously

And now onto the lesson!

The Foretellers

See these masked hotties, see something familiar? Here’s the story of the world of Daybreak Town. In an era known as the age of fairy tales.

Now you might be confused about how KHI made it seem like Sora our beautiful sunshine boy was the only one who could hold the keyblade. you fuckin’ casuals

But sorry children Sora was lied to!

We were ALL lied to!

He ain’t no chosen one, he the chosen 100,011,003!

The keyblade ain’t exclusive, she a hoe!

The keyblade went up to Sora and said “Baby you the only one for me.” I mean look at this shit!

These are the keyblades of children who died fighting in a war that they had no business prepping for.

And it’s all his fault!

This guy in the iconic coat is known as The Master of Masters. He is the teacher of The Foretellers, and a Keyblade Forger, an OG, if you will. Now The Master had to disappear but before he did he left his students with their keyblades forged from their hearts. He gave his pupils a copy of the Book of Prophecies! [insert guitar riff] Speaking of pupils let’s talk about Luxu. (loo-shoo)

Who?

Him!

Luxu was tasked with taking that keyblade up there around as he observed the events of the universe.

Do you see that glowing sphere? That’s the Master’s eye! The Master’s beautiful orb is capable of seeing while outside the body and that helped him write the Book of Prophecies [guitar riff]. So Luxu sets off, leaving his friends and carrying around a trunk he’s not allowed to open. If we’re being honest he’s so fucking lucky that’s his job, because after he leaves shit gets cray.

Let’s talk about Master Ira (ir-rah):

Mmmm, that jawline! Master Ira is the new leader of The Foretellers, and he’s trying his best! After Ira was given his new mission he founded his union Unicornis.

Let’s explain unions.

Each of the following Foretellers, (including Master Ira, but excluding Luxu) formed unions and became teachers of their own faction of Keyblade Wielders. These new recruits trained by going into virtual reality simulators that replicated what battling Heartless was like and honing their skills. The whole thing was kind of treated like a competition between the unions. They needed to collect lux.

Lux = particles of light that The Foretellers made their students collect in an effort to keep away the impending darkness.

However this competition ends up going to some heads.

Heads like this one

This is Master Aced (ah-sed) and I hate him. Aced is in charge of the union Ursus was supposed to be Ira’s second-in-command, it was his mission from The Master. The Master specifically said TO HAVE IRA’S BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!

All Aced had to do was back Ira up when ever Unicorn Hottie made a decision, but could he do that? No! Instead he had to be a whiny bitch baby complaining about how daddy didn’t put him in charge. Then he has the audacity, the absolute gall to try and go behind Ira’s back. Who did he try to establish an alliance with, you ask.

Introducing Gula (goo-la):

Gula is one of the younger members of The Foretellers, and is in charge of the Leopardus union. He was tasked with figuring out who the traitor among his friends is. {feel free to gasp} So in trying to carry out his part of the mission he agreed to join Aced’s little alliance since he was suspicious of Aced anyway since Aced sucks at hiding how inadequate he is feels. Also considering to join the alliance is this cutie

This is Master Ava (ah-vah), leader of the Vulpes union and she was tasked with creating an entirely separate and secret union called the Dandelions. The Dandelions were the best keyblade wielders from all of the unions who had string hearts and who would help restore the universe after the apocalypse (Remember the Master told his students that the end of the world was coming, but he never said how. They had to look for it in their books of prophecies [guitar riff], but they still weren’t completely sure what was going to go down) So Ava creates The Dandelions promising her secret warriors would be reborn should they die in the apocalypse (spoiler alert, they all fucking died) Because she does this in secret it also makes her candidate for the traitor (and honestly we still don’t know who the real traitor was).

Now when Aced tried to form his forbidden alliance he was stopped by Master Invi (en-vy)

Invi leads the Anguis union was tasked with being the group’s peacekeeper. She kept an eye on everyone and made sure fights didn’t break out. (Remember: Keyblade Wielders are like Jedi, the use of emotion is what can help or hurt them. Negative emotions make them susceptible to corruption of Darkness.) Invi acts as Ira’s true second-in-command because she actually respects Ira and doesn’t whine and get angry just because she wasn’t promoted a job she didn’t deserve. Overall, we like Invi, she’s trying her best, but she was basically tasked with being neutral while the world burned.

So now we know the adults, but hold on to your asses because if this was already too many words for you, go get a drink and kiss your sanity good-bye! We’re finally getting to why everything went to hell in a laundry basket.

This is Chirithy

Cute right?

Chirithy is a mass produced companion that joins keyblade wielders (The Foretellers’ students) on their missions to gather lux.

Chirithys and their wielders are connected and when a wielder starts giving into darkness it shows in their Chirithy who slowly becomes evil and sometimes they die!

When The Foretellers are alerted to the presence of a corrupted Chirithy in Daybreak Town they have to figure out who it belongs to, even going so far as to accusing each other. On top of the corrupted Chirithy and potentially corrupted keyblade wielder running around the kids are on steroids! Okay not drugs, but they are using power bangles which at first The Foretellers aren’t too worried about, but like I mentioned before the competition between the kids is getting intense to the point where the unions are fighting each other. This is a problem because even though everyone is separated into groups they all have the same goal. Collect lux to prepare for battling Heartless and other forces of Darkness (by which I mean the Disney villains and others, but this isn’t about them). These tensions only get worse because some of the kids are recruited by Ava while their friends aren’t. Meaning that once the war has ended those kids who aren’t Dandelions won’t be resurrected, and well...that’s so fuckin’ sad. These are literal teenagers we’re talking about, young teenagers. Like only freshman in high school teenagers.

Its so fucked.

Aced meanwhile, is going around harassing the kids and egging on the competition making members of his union turn on the other wielders and basically raising a bunch of assholes. #baddad

So, we have our overall conflict, now lets talk about the next generation of foretellers and murder.

See these here children? They are the next generation of Foretellers. I can’t go into too much detail about them because so far they’re only in the mobile game and I haven’t logged in in awhile even after the update, but I’ll tell you what I can. These guys are meant to share the responsibility of fixing the universe after the Keyblade War and resurrect the fallen Dandelions, but this time only one of them is allowed to look at the Book of Prophecies [sad guitar riff].

See some familiar faces? Have some concerns? Yeah, so do I, but I’ll discuss them later, but first I want to let you all know that one of these kids doesn’t belong.

DUN DUN DUUUNNNN!

Let me introduce this sweetheart:

This is Strelitzia, she was supposed to be a future Foreteller too, but she was killed and whoever killed her took her place among the rest of the group. (I bet you all are wondering who did it. I have a guess and I hope we get answers in KHIII. Does the pink haired one seem familiar? he should). So we have two groups of Foretellers both with a traitor who has yet to be revealed and one dead girl. Be prepared to revisit this story one day.

The Keyblade War

I can’t remember if I ever established a timeline for the Kingdom Hearts universe, well friends let’s just say, this is an old AF problem.

The Keyblade War happened 100+ years before the events of Birth by Sleep. BBS takes place before and during Sora’s birth and ends when he’s 5 years old. Kingdom Hearts takes place ten years later when Sora is 15 then Chain of Memories, 365/2 Days KH2, and Dream Drop Distance take place within years of each other and in KH3 Sora should be seventeen or eighteen.

Got it memorized?

Okay so like I said the Keyblade War was bound to happen despite The Foretellers attempts to stop it. This brings us to the X-blade {also referred to as the chi-blade but pronounced keyblade you know how this anime/video game bullshit be}:

“This X-blade will open a door-one that leads to all worlds! Then, Keyblade-bearing warriors will flock here from each and everyone of them, to battle for the light within Kingdom Hearts! And just like the legend says, the Keyblade War will begin!” Ventus-Vanitas, Kingdom Heart: Birth by Sleep

The events of the Foretellers and the Dandelions happened in what is referred to in the games as ‘the age of fairy tales”. Remember Kingdom Hearts is what gave life to the worlds, and people sought its power and wanted it all to themselves in a sick attempt at becoming a god. (they don’t say that in the games, but that’s basically what Xehanort wants). The X-blade is what can truly open Kingdom Hearts and when people started to covet its power their greed spawned Darkness.

A big thing about the Keyblade War is that it wasn’t a 1 v 1 fight. It was basically a four way civil war. Those who protected light fought against those who were corrupted by darkness, and those who just wanted balance to be restored fought against power seekers. In a way it’s more like a 2 v 2 situation and honestly the only outcome is that the X-blade ended up being broken into 20 pieces. 13 shards of Darkness and 7 shards of Light. Adds up to a lot huh?

The Keyblade War caused thousands to die, including the world of Daybreak Town. and Kingdom Hearts was practically extinguished. The only thing that kept Kingdom Hearts alive was the light in the hearts of children throughout the universe. This is why there are so many different worlds you have to explore in the modern era. Kingdom Hearts couldn’t fully reform so its fragments became their own worlds, and those worlds are fueled by Kingdom Hearts.

That is all I can tell you about the Keyblade War, I tried to simplify it as best I could, remember these games aren’t going to stop any time soon. KH3 is supposed to be the end of phase one of the franchise. Ending the Dark Seeker Saga; which is just a way of saying the Xehanort story arc will end. Allegedly...

I will cover Xehanort/Xemnas/Ansem in the next lesson.

I’m not nearly as drunk as I wanna be, so I’m gonna fix that and continue to disappoint my mother. See you next time!

#kingdom hearts #disney #square enix #video games #kingdom hearts lore

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hrrytomlinson · 7 years

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here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn't hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

4. Wrap You Up In Daisy Chains 10k *

Ten minutes later, an awkward, long-legged, curly-haired, so pale she’s reflective, and so obviously gay-looking Harry Styles is sitting shotgun next to Louis in a bikini, denim cut-offs, and heart-framed sunnies.

Or, Harry and Louis and a too-small bathing suit.

5. Small Doses (Loving You It’s Explosive) 38k

Louis Tomlinson finds himself at Vitality Fitness to try and turn his life around after having left his cheating boyfriend of four years. The gym's owner, Liam, quickly becomes a good friend, but his right hand man is rude and dismissive from the get-go.

Louis and Harry continue to clash all while Harry is trying to move his way up the ranks in Manchester's amateur boxing circuit, but they can't seem to stay away from each other.

6. Some Flowers In Your Hair 23k *

When Louis mentions offhandedly that he’s really been enjoying watching some TV show called Alone, and that the idea of humans surviving without magic in the wilderness fascinates him, he would never have guessed it would land him in a situation like this.

This is supposed to be a friendly camping trip between Louis and Liam, just a couple of bros surviving in the wilderness for bragging rights, not whatever rigmarole that fucker is currently outlining. And certainly not including one Harry Styles, pretentious twat that he is.

What is he getting himself into?

Or, a magical camping AU in which Louis is jealous of Harry's magic, Liam's a little too enthusiastic about surviving in the wilderness, and Niall might have misunderstood the rules.

7. We’ll Be Seamless 52k **

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

8. Chasing Empty Spaces 79k **

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

9. It Had To Be You 45k **

A When Harry Met Sally AU.

Harry and Louis are strangers who share the drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don't have anything in common, don't get along, and at the end of their trip, they're both glad to say goodbye. During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again. Ten years after their first meeting, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.

10. Perfect Sky 11k

Deep, deep down, Louis knows Niall hadn’t meant to do this. He knows that this really was a last minute conundrum Louis had found himself in. Louis could’ve muddled the dates just as easily as Niall could have misremembered them. This hurts for other, more difficult reasons.

This hurts because it was supposed to be Louis’ honeymoon.

Louis meets Marcel at the lowest point of his life. A few poorly timed jokes, and a cigarette (or twelve) later, Louis starts to think love’s not a sham after all.

11. Magic Everywhere We Go 19k

Fifteen years after first meeting Louis at a mutual friend’s birthday party, Harry is just as in love with his husband as he was on their wedding day. And with the birth of each new child, Harry seems to have only grown to love him more.

And now Harry is spending four days at the happiest place on earth with all of his favorite people – his mum and stepdad, his four beautiful children, and his perfect husband.

Life couldn’t get any better than this.

Or, Harry and Louis go on holiday with their family to Disney World.

12. One Day, Maybe Next Week 6k

Louis was staring at him, expecting a response, and Harry was supposed to be the one coming up with that response, and he was so not prepared, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Where were you? You weren’t on the bus for a few days.”

Louis raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Uh… Sorry, I just- Um, sort of noticed that maybe you weren’t on the bus since last week. Not that I watch for when you’re on the bus or anything. That would be weird. Obviously, you have your own schedule, and I have mine. I just saw that you weren’t here, so I wondered what you were doing, or if something bad happened, like you got kidnapped or something. God, that sounded creepy. I promise I’m not threatening your life or something. Jesus, just stop me. If you have pepper spray, I would totally understand if you got me in the eyes right now.”

Louis had his lips pressed together at this point, holding back a laugh. Harry really didn’t blame him for that.

Or, the one where Harry just really wants to talk to Louis. And when he finally does, everything he says just comes out wrong.

13. Building Castles In the Sky 22k **

"D-dad? You think I c-can do it? Y-you think i c-can..." Evan trailed off looking down at his chest. And Louis' heart melted.

"I think you can do everything, love. Everything." Louis said while pulling his boy closer. "Because you, my little dandelion, are very brave! And so strong and wonderful and so very bright! You will go up on that stage, and you will blow everyone away. I just know it."

They laid there on their porch while they hugged each other tightly. His little boy was so brave. Louis didn't need to see him on a stage to be proud. He was proud of him already.

"You know,” Evan mumbled aloud again. “Mr. S-Styles says the same t-thing. He s-says I c-can do e-everything too.”

And Louis couldn't help but smile.

Or, where, Louis had a four year old with a stuttering problem. Harry was always there to help.

14. I Come Alive When I Hear Your Voice 7k

Harry let out a satisfied sigh and sat back in his cushioned office chair. He looked down at his laptop and tapped his fingers against his bottom lip in contemplation. He was fairly pleased with what he’d finished so far on his latest project; he just needed to fine-tune some bits and then send it off to his management for their approval. He sent his coworkers an e-mail giving them commenting rights on the document for any constructive criticism they might have, and cringed when his stomach let out an unholy gurgle.

Aka: Harry the mute songwriter falls in love with the single dad working at the bakery down the street from his studio.

15. Cupid’s Defense 116k **

In which Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they're all getting sued.

16. Palms Reflecting In Your Eyes 6k **

Harry visits Louis at his campus and finds a crop on the wall.

17. There Is No Resistance 1k

It's Harry's birthday and Louis has found him the perfect gift.

18. Sound Like a Song 14k **

In high school, Louis Tomlinson lit up Harry’s world like nobody else, even if Harry did most of his pining from the safety of his tightly knit circle of friends. Ten years later, Harry is ready to make some changes. He’s tired of having so many regrets and not taking charge of his life, and he still hasn’t forgotten how brightly Louis shines. He’s about to get a long awaited second chance.

Or the one where Harry helps out at a farmer’s market and gives Louis free vegetables.

19. I’ve Seen How You Sparkle 56k *

Their eyes locked again and Harry blushed, suddenly feeling shy. Louis just smiled at him, tilting his head a little as his eyes ran over the younger boy. Harry self-consciously placed his arm over his stomach, afraid that Louis would somehow see through his clothes and notice the druid mark on his right hip. It was a triple spiral, a triskele. Although it wasn’t that big and fairly easy to hide, Harry was always paranoid that he would maybe stretch too much and reveal the mark.

It wasn’t that he actually believed Louis would have him executed, but he knew Louis was fiercely loyal to his father. If it came to choosing between Harry and his father, Harry was honestly not sure what Louis would do.

Or Louis is the Crown Prince of Camelot and Harry is a druid hiding his magic. It would have been a lot easier if he didn't also have to deal with a forbidden love, a dangerous quest and a whole lot of trouble.

20. One Shines Brighter 11k *

“Hi, baby. You doing anything fun today?”

Harry shrugs. “Dunno. Thought I’d see how I was feeling before making any plans.”

“You wanna get married?” Louis asks. Harry’s face breaks into a smile, and he nods.

Louis’ lips are just brushing Harry’s when Gemma appears in the hallway. “You two are in so much trouble.”

Harry's wedding was never supposed to be the happiest day of his life. No, that was going to be the day after, when he finally got to start his marriage. Unfortunately his family (and Louis) have other ideas.

Featuring a pair of moms who only want the best for their kids, meddling sisters with too much time on their hands, and a groom who gets caught up in the fairytale.

#monthly rec #mine #fic rec #larry fic rec #larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson #one direction #how far we've come #we'll be seamless #building castles in the sky #magic everywhere we go #sound like a song #cupids defence #it had to be you #chasing empty spaces

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illidria · 6 years

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Everything happens under the same sun

Hey folks,

and here is my fic for day 2 of livmilesweek 2017!

I hope you enjoy :D

“Everything happens under the same sun” on AO3

"And what does that mean?"

His grandfather laughed at his question, not in a demeaning manor, but with true mirth.

"It means that Ishvala is a kind god. And everybody that does well in his or her life, is a good person, shall be rewarded accordingly."

Walked side-by-side with the man, the only person in the family looking like him. Had believed as a small child, hair white and puffy on top of his head, that he'd been adopted. The taunts of the other children still rung back and forth in his mind, laughing about his dark skin, his red eyes and most of all his white hair. He was fourteen now and old enough to accept that "Dandelion-Boy" really wasn’t an insult to get mad about. Wasn’t a reason to punch others in the face.

"And to be a good person, you’ll have to praise them?"

Now he was the one looking like all others, their vacation to visit his grandfather in Ishval a new experience for him. His siblings were now the ones gawked at, his parents too. He could move through the crowds with ease though, did not stand out at all when remaining silent, the only thing disclosing where he came from his strong accent when speaking Ishvalan, his limited vocabulary.

It was unusual how often his grandfather laughed, usually so solemn when visiting them.

"Ishvala does not need you to pray for him every day, though he'll certainly be pleased if you do. Ishvala is a god that loves you, just for existing, no strings attached."

"But the priests and the books say otherwise!"

He'd been dreading this journey at first, had been so very sure that everybody would concentrate on how un-Ishvalan he was. Had read the books his parents owned of course, but found so little of himself in them. Alchemy wasn’t his cup of tea, but he'd not understood fully why it was condemned like it was. Did wonder why Ishvala seemed to set such strict rules, not a page further though telling its people to take pleasure in the life they granted.

It had not made sense when he was a kid, and even less the older he grew up to be.

"Most of the rules Ishvala set are old, ancient even, stemming from a time when they were needed to ensure that everybody had enough. If you practice ejuration, you make sure that everybody has enough to eat to survive. Alchemy often went hand in hand with destruction and dangerous experiments, so it was banned, to make sure that nobody came to harm. The opinions on it are strong, though there are by now some Ishvalans practicing it too."

Revelled in the honesty his grandfather offered, the easy words and the understanding blooming inside of him because of them. Felt like his thoughts weren’t wrong, his doubts justified. The lingering feeling that there were more than just two sides to everything, confirmed.

"But isn’t it a sacrilege, to change what Ishvala created?"

"What was created by Ishvala, boy?"

"Everything!"

It was what the books said, his own doubts aside. Believe was believe and he himself saw no problems in mixing it with what he knew about science, too.

"Ishvala gave us this world, so they gave us alchemy too, the power to create, to be more like them. But they also gave us compassion and a sense of responsibility and love, and to properly praise them, we must practice all of that at the same time."

Mulled that over, the market they were wandering over full, people passing and greeting them while they walked.

"So Ishvala created everything that is bad too?"

A sigh, because Miles knew the question to be a loaded one. Had asked something like that in school once and had been shut down quickly.

"Yes, Ishvala did. Though bad, as you'll no doubt learn one day, is a vague term. Few things are undoubtedly and inherently bad, as well as few things are undoubtedly and always good. You can love too much and spoil it for the other. You can hate too much and hurt another of Ishvalas creations in the process. When it comes down to it, Ishvala preaches understanding and togetherness."

Silence fell upon them for a while, Miles mulling over this new information in his head.

Was there really something like loving too much? Was there a possibility of a murder, not being bad? When Ishvala created everybody and everything in this world, then why would people claim what Ishvala would or would not praise? His grandfather’s words broadened his view, he felt that the instant they left the man’s mouth, but that did not make things less confusing.

"And what would that mean for me? What can I do to praise Ishvala?"

Not here, in this land, but when he went back home. There was no house of prayer there, nothing like it. Not even others that looked like him and even if, he'd been shunned before, for acting too much like an amestrian. For looking too much like an Ishvalan.

"Be defiant, but don’t hate. Show compassion, not only to others, but yourself too. Love with all your heart, but let yourself be loved in return."

Bewilderment in his voice when he answered.

"That’s it?!"

His grandfather laughing again.

"It's easier said than done, boy!"

He was astounded how many buildings had defied sand and time.

The war.

He'd been here last with eighteen, the war yet so far, in his first vacation after enlisting. His grandfather had not been happy about the way he'd chosen, but hadn’t resented him for it either. Told him that he was proud even, for his strong will, his bravery. It had paid off only in the past few years, such a short time, for a long while so sure that his plans, the things he fought for, had been for nought.

Hadn’t his anger consumed him during the war? Raging on without him, he send so far away to the North? The news of his Grandfather dying the one thing almost breaking him? And when he'd forgotten himself, when he'd lashed out, she'd been there.

It took years for him to understand how important it was to let himself be loved.

Her words had been honest, but not kind, nor sugar-coated. There was little time for him to be angry, when it would lead to negligence, which would lead to loss of life at the place he was at. She'd challenged him, at the same time showed him his worth. And he'd been almost overwhelmed a few hours later, staring at the ceiling with red eyes, by day hidden by snow-blindness googles. She'd done little else than accept him that day, who he was, his troubles.

And by asking him to focus, to be by her side and help, she'd asked him to do the same.

"Is this it?"

They rode through the empty streets, sand swallowing many of the buildings.

The Ishvalan restoration project had gotten close to this village by now, the place where his grandfather had lived. Where he'd spent much of his youth, learned many lessons. What living could be, what it often was instead. How to separate the liars from those speaking the truth. Together with her, who'd turned so many of these lessons practical.

"Yes, it is."

He sounded wistful, was almost silenced by the sanctity the streets seemed to emit. How many had died here, how many had lived here before? Got off his horse, a trusty mare, not walking off when he let go of the reins. Went over to her, helping her descend, she too, letting the white stallion go.

Walked with her, breathing deeply.

Eyes closing, when her hand closed around his, the other holding the bundle in front of her chest close. She'd offered to go with him, insisted almost and he'd not wanted to fight her. Had thought a lot about it, so unsure at first, but then remembering his grandfather’s words.

Love with all your heart, but let yourself be loved in return.

So, he let her, as soon as they were nearing this city not regretting anymore.

"That’s the well we used to get our water from."

It too, was half-buried in sand, but almost completely intact still. Let his hand wander over the rim, brushing sand and dust away, the stone beneath a deep blue. Considered her eyes then, his grave mood suddenly changing, a laugh bubbling fourth.

Her puzzled look let him explain.

"The first time I'd laid eyes on you, had really seen you, the colour of your eyes made me homesick. At the time, I couldn’t remember why."

Laughed with him, the sound eliciting a gurgle from his son, so very carefully carried by her.

Walked with her some more, now taking her hand in his, until they got to the house he'd been looking for.

"It must've been a good place to come to."

Her voice was so very sure, and he found that she spoke the truth. His grandfather’s house had been his second home, a place he loathed going to the first time, loathed leaving it the last time he did. Felt the memories tumble from his mouth, encouraged by her smile.

"He lived alone, but had such a big house. Mother always called it impractical, but that sentiment soon changed when we visited him more often. There was always someone with him, so many friends and people that learned from him. When we left after visiting for the first time, we all knew that it was so big for a reason."

Her hand gently squeezing his, coaxing out more words.

"We each would have our own bedroom, but after one or two nights alone, we always moved in with each other. He'd shown us that while we of course deserved privacy, sharing a space wasn’t too bad. We'd complained so often about the little living space at home and he taught us to love it."

"Do you want to go inside?"

Her voice warmer than the sun burning down on them, a laugh coming forth at the thought of people calling her the ice queen. It was a part of her sure, but the people concentrating on that one piece of her, missed so much else. His grandfather had taught him how to live a good life after all, and they'd then learned it together.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Do you want to be alone?"

There was no malice in her voice, only reassurance that it was okay if he wanted to. And now that she’d asked, he knew that she was right. He wanted to go in there alone, and look around one last time. Say goodbye to his grandfather, the one thing he never could do before. Smiled at her, seeing it reflected on her face, her hand letting go of his.

"Me and Kiran will wait at the well for you."

Turned, without much preamble, walking into the right direction, while he took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The house seemed a bit smaller to him, less colourful. Sand was everywhere, much of the furniture and decoration gone. The halls were silent, every room he wandered through. Yet it was cool, without darkness, like a safe haven from Ishvalas burning sun. Only when he'd wandered through every room once, climbed up to the roof, he stopped.

And under the baldachin they'd prayed under, drunken tea under, he fell to his knees.

"I have lived grandfather, not always well, but I have lived."

There had been plenty of hardships, ditches and trenches and nights spent in the infirmary. Endless worry and pain, the feeling of fear when waking up in a room at night, the other gone. He'd buried people, he'd seen people hurt beyond comprehension and yet, he saw them get up again. His own wife was the perfect example for that. He, too.

"I've never forgotten what you said to me so many years ago grandfather, not even one word. I learned to defy expectations first, everybody’s. Those of the public, of my friends, of my family. Even my own, at one point. I hated for a brief time, but I've found someone who taught me defiance again. And you were right: It works."

The things he was working on now, what he did, who he was, were making a difference. Of course, people still side-lined him, called after him, threatened him, but he defied their expectations. Stayed calm, friendly and factual. Ishval was changing for the better, respect for his people was growing.

There was a future now and he did not have to throw a punch to get it.

"I learned to be patient with myself. To take my own needs seriously. And when I stood in front of an Ishvalan brother, the compassion you talked to me about I felt. And I let it take the lead."

Would never forget the day he'd met the man who’d been formerly known as Scar. Had seen a broken man, not knowing in what to believe anymore, and felt that he had to be honest, say the words that had been on his heart. Now this man was one of his best friends, the godfather of his son. One of the most important pieces of restoring a homeland once lost.

"And love, oh grandfather, how I love. I've found the most wonderful woman in the world, who I love utterly and completely. You’d like her a lot, both of you had no time for hate or laziness, both of you are stern and kind. I love her with all my heart and in return she loves me, with everything she has to offer."

Olivier was what kept him together truly, his home. Should he have to leave Ishval tomorrow, should he have to flee to the furthest corner of this world, it'd be fine, as long as it was with her. She was kind and fierce and smart and beautiful, and had taught him that he was all of that, too.

"I have a son of my own now, grandfather."

The tears silently rolling down his face, upturned to the burning sun, in his memory the red and blue of the baldachin so vivid. Yet his voice did not waver, his resolve not falter.

"This wonderful woman gifted me with a son, perfect to the very last strand of hair. He's got the skin of Ishval and her blond hair and grandfather, his eyes have been blue like every new-born’s when he came into this world, but they are changing already. And yet, everybody loves him!"

Kneeled silently for a while, fists on the ground, balled so tight that his knuckles turned white. He'd never had a chance to say goodbye, had always regretted that, but now understood what it really had been that he missed.

"Grandfather, I wish you could see these two, all that we have achieved in the past years. There is a future now, for all of us, and nothing of the past will be forgotten!"

Got up, face upturned again, outgrown white hair moved by a pleasant gust of wind. The sand around him scattered in the wind, a little glint catching his eyes. Drawn to it he was, hands brushing away the last of the sand, lifting the string of pearls off the ground.

It had hung from the wood of the baldachin as long as he could remember, a lucky charm his grandfather had said it was, something for babies to play with, to catch the light of the sun in. It was made to draw the eye and let you appreciate the perfection Ishvala had given to this world. Pearls of Jade and Agate and Howlite and real pearls, though the ocean was so very far away.

He smiled.

"Thank you, Grandfather."

Silently he walked out of the building, through the streets of a village fallen victim to a war, his heart and mind pleasantly empty. Reaching the well and standing still, watching his wife and his son play, little chubby legs pulling away from water in a sky-blue basin, screaming with joy. Greeted by the smile of his wife, the perking ears of their two horses standing by her side.

Watched her get up, took his son when she offered him and held him tight. Showed him the string of pearls, smiling wide when he took it without hesitation, clumsily, mesmerized. Olivier’s hand brushing away the streaks of tears from his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek, he one to her forehead.

Her arms embracing them, nothing but a content sigh escaping, taken by the wind of the desert.

Kiran: Derived from Sanskrit किरण (kirana) which can mean "dust" or "thread" or "sunbeam".

#livmilesweek2017 #day 2 #past & future #LivMiles #Olivier x Miles #Olivier Mira Armstrong #Major Miles

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darth-salem-emperor-of-earth · 7 years

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7 - I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved. Feels like a perfect Mors/Yvonne prompt! (or just Yvonne really, since shes so suave)

Thank youuuu for the ask, @rayeliann! I love writing these two because the possibilities are endless and they work so well together. So I think I got a little carried away when I wrote this prompt. XD

FYI, for anyone who reads this, things get a little risque near the end of the first break as well as the end of this prompt.

Life was busy, being a diplomat for the Empress in a foreign land. Thus, her free time was often limited. When she had such time to spare, Yvonne absolutely treasured the days or moments she had in the company of Mors Hawke. Mors was a balm for aching her soul, his presence soothing, protective even. She felt completely safe around him, helped by the fact he was one of the very few people in her life she could trust. He had that air of sincerity about him while also possessing the ability to ease the burdens and tensions of others. Perhaps that was why he was so adored by many in Kirkwall presently. His heroic deeds might have won their favor and attention, but it was his character and continual goodwill that won the people’s hearts.

“You seem more tense than usual.” Mors’s gentle, unwavering tone washed over Yvonne, her reverie scattering away akin to dandelion seeds into the wind. His fingers slid up her shoulders and resumed his massage up there, working the knots and alleviating the strained muscles. “Is everything all right?”

“Politics,” she answered, frowning in remembrance of the source of her frustration: a petty feud between two nobles in her company, complaining one guest’s estate was more luxurious than theirs and then accused their peer of bribery and other base crimes. There was that annoyance and the additional pressure of the Empress, who had sent someone over to monitor her progress, someone who was no friend of hers or her mother. It had only been a week and already the Lady Azra’s hawk eyes and overly critical nature was grating Yvonne’s nerves. Lady Azra was the type who would find fault when there was none and take every opportunity to snidely comment on her less than proper relationship with the Champion of Kirkwall. However, she promptly shut the repugnant woman up immediately after beginning to divulge how diligent, attentive, and dexterous Mors Hawke was to her and how much he appreciate her services when they were alone. Next time, when he was in her bed and Azra was nearby, Yvonne would make sure to moan as boisterously as she could.

“Ah, I should have known.” Her lover nuzzled her neck and instinctively, her back arched and toes flexed upward. She purred contently as he continued , his teeth grazing the slender column of her throat and then, her earlobe. “But you can relax now. Politics won’t reach you here.” Mors had a point. The was a certain measure of privacy in the Hawke manor, one Yvonne cherished readily. Her residence had too many curious eyes and ears as well as wagging tongues of late.

“And I don’t know who I have to thank more: you or your adorable dog.” The said mabari was sound asleep, snoozing a few feet away from the bed. Mors chuckled, his fingertips digging deep into some knots around her shoulder blades and she hissed, reveling in the pleasurable pain. “I’ll accept your thanks for the both of us.”

Amused, Yvonne turned around in his arms and planted a linger, warm kiss on his mouth before leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along his jaw, chin, and neck. “Is that so? Then you’ll really enjoy how I plan to thank you personally, Mors.” One hand snaked down his chest and abdomen, resting near his crotch prior to her fingers tenderly grasped their prize. The smoky gleam in his eyes, the aroused expression overtaking his handsome features were enough of an indication that he had the same thought on his mind.

Yvonne did not expect to awake up to the sounds of bickering, especially from two of Mors’s companions, for she recognized their voices and knew besides the Hawke family and servants, only his friends had full access to the manor.

She glanced over at her lover, who remained asleep, his face blissful and tranquil. A small, grateful smile curved itself across her lips and reaching over, her fingers grazed his beard and cheek, her touch light enough not to wake him. His whiskers tickled her skin, broadening her soft grin even more. Moments like these were ones she cherished so fondly, for Mors appeared so serene and happy, untroubled by the weight of world. Whatever quandaries awaited him downstairs, she could handle it. He deserved as many hours of sleep as he could get.

Slipping into an aubergine silk robe embroidered with silver and copper threaded designs, Yvonne descended the stairs and found herself observing a crossed Captain of the Guard, Aveline, and Mors’s regaling storyteller and rather dashing and deeply masculine friend, Varric, arguing. Unlike the tall, ginger haired warrior, Varric seemed more amused than anything else.

“May I help you two?” Yvonne queried thusly, purple eyes roaming first from Aveline, then to Varric. “And please, keep your voices down. Mors is still sleeping.”

“Kept him all night, did you?” guffawed the roguish dwarf, grinning from ear to ear. Aveline scoffed. And yet, Yvonne remained gracefully composed, a hint of a knowing smile dancing on her bronze features, neither confirming or denying his words. Her hair and state of dress of conspicuous enough to answer his bawdy question.

“We didn’t mean to disturb you or Hawke,” Aveline spoke up, shooting a dirty glare at Varric. “I had originally stopped by to drop something off when Varric over here decided to provoke me with his stories.”

“It’s only one book!” he protested, still smirking away like a bobcat. “And I’m not going to use your real name–I’m simply drawing inspiration from you.”

“Given to the fact it’s you who is doing the writing, that gives me scant comfort.”

Prior they could resume their argument and render her more perplexed than before, the strawberry blonde noble sighed heavily and clapped her hands sharply, akin to a mother demanding the attention of two rowdy children. “Please, enough! Let us resolve this situation before your bickering wakes Mors up. He needs all the sleep he can get these days.”

“It’s nothing, Lady Yvonne,” assured Aveline. “It is merely Varric being himself and writing a book about me without telling me until the very last minute.”

“First of all, the main character is based on you, not actually you–there is a difference. Secondly, it was suppose to be a surprise. I thought you liked surprises!”

“I hate them, especially from you.” Icicles dripped from her voice.

As much as Yvonne longed to return to a warm bed with a warmer and bare Mors in it, this conundrum had to dealt with first.

“Have you already finished and published this book or are you still in the process of writing the full story?”

The dwarf shifted his gaze on her, folding his arms as he spoke. “Technically, it’s done and my editor loves the story so far. The writing needs a bit of editing and polishing, that is all.”

Nodding, Yvonne then directed her gaze back on the ginger haired knight captain, who was carefully listening to Varric’s response. A thoughtful impression gleamed in her eyes and Yvonne observed the woman meticulously. Aveline didn’t outright say “no” and now seemed somewhat intrigued so hopefully, there still was a chance at a compromise after all.

“Aveline, would you feel more at ease if you read Varric’s story first before you make your final decision whether or not the book should be published?”

The said woman nodded. “I’ll admit, doing so would help. That way I can know exactly what Varric is writing.”

“I promise, I did the main character justice,” reassured Mors’s boon companion. “But I have the first draft ready for reading back at the Hanged Man, if you’re interested.”

While Aveline was considering his offer, Yvonne quickly added, “That does not sound like an awful idea. The sooner you two resolve this issue, the better for the both of you.” And the sooner I can get back to bed and Mors.

“I suppose I have time to read over the first few chapters.” Aveline answered with a sigh. “And if I like what I see, Varric, then I shall think about letting you and your editor publish the story.”

“Perfect! I promise you won’t regret this.” The dwarf eagerly gestured for the knight captain to follow him as they exited the foyer.

“Why do I feel that I already am?” the captain muttered as she began to trail behind Varric, heading straight for the door. “But we intruded long enough. I’m sure Hawke misses you.” Aveline’s mouth were then curled up softly in good humor. It was only until after they left and Yvonne turned around to witness Mors standing up against the balcony on the second floor, did she comprehend Aveline’s meaning. A small smile resting amicably on his lips, the light of the chandelier above dancing in his warm, dusky eyes and along his sculpted, bare chest, dark hair dusted around his chest, arms, and abdomen. Some marks from their vigorous sexual activities were beginning to show, such as a few of her love bites along his neck and shoulders.

“I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved. And impressed.” Mors remarked, the smile growing as she ascended the stairs to join him. “Usually, an argument between Varric and Aveline never ends that swiftly.”

“Oh, it was nothing. Besides, I was more concerned their bickering would wake you up and wanted to avoid that.” She frowned slightly. “Unfortunately, all my efforts were all for naught.”

He reached over to draw her into a tender embrace, pressing his lips to her temple for a brief kiss. “Don’t blame yourself. I was only half asleep when I noticed your absence and only wandered out when I heard the hushed talking. I thought I recognized Aveline’s disapproved tone.” Yvonne felt the corners of her mouth tilt upward in amusement, knowing all too well how...distinct Aveline’s voice was compared to others. Her fingers trailed down Mors’s chest while he tugged at the sash around her waist. The fabric loosened a little bit from his fiddling and the top of her robe opened, revealing her shoulders and upper chest.

“Looking for another round?” she purred, caressing his abdomen affectionately. Her body arched with pleasure when Mors slipped a hand underneath her robe and tenderly grasped one of her breasts, flicking a thumb over a rosy nipple. He buried his face against her throat, his beard tickling her.

“Maybe,” he said, timbre muffled. “The bed, it’s not the same without you.”

“My sentiments exactly.” She reluctantly pulled herself away from her lover, clutching his hand lovingly to guide him back to his chambers. Even though the sun was up and the day had begun, that did not mean they had to officially get up and resume their duties. There would be enough for those--later.

#rayelian #Mors x Yvonne #Mors Hawke #Yvonne of Corval #rayeliann #OCs #my writing #Hawke #Dragon Age 2 #Corval Lady #Corval!MC #7kpp #seven kingdoms: the princess problem #seven kingdoms the princess problem #I had most of this written down forever but had to find time to finishing typing it all #It is done and I'm so proud #Never expected the prompt would turn out this long #XD

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25 Q/A Personality Tag

A dear friend of mine asked me to do this tag myself after I wrote this a while ago for my lovely friends here on Tumblr, thanks to the post by @annarieta regarding this tag, it gave me a little courage to do it. (I actually think there are many scary questions, I don’t like the idea of revealing it to just about anybody.) RULES: Tag people you want to get to know better.

1. Are you introverted or extroverted? I’m very introverted. I can go weeks on my own, without needing company or social stimulation.

2. Are you ruled by emotions or logic? I reason from a point of logic, but ultimately make decisions based of what I feel will make everyone the happiest.

3. What is your happiest memory? Like many others have said already, which was a bit surprising to read, I don’t recall many outstanding happy memories. Like @annarieta said, it’s the small things mostly. But I remember happy car rides with my best friend where we sang (screamed) to music, and traveling to the Vatican City with my classmates. Even if the company wasn’t necessarily good all the time, that place really made me happy. It was so beautiful.

4. What is your saddest memory? Nowadays, every winter, I go into a state of hibernation really. It’s very dark here during the winter, we have about 5 hours of sunlight everyday. It’s cold, it’s dark and murky. It makes me very depressed. But um. The day I lost my best friend is a terrible memory. We were friends for 8 years and I’ve missed her very much for 3 years since.

5. In what kind of world would you rather live in? I’d love to live in an Elven world. I love the architecture, I love the purple/blue/mystic gloom of the places. The nature, rivers are very beautiful. Where people cherished art, music, writing, love, beauty etc, and no one cared a wit for politics, cruelty or had any desire to forbid people from being different or happy.

6. What is your favorite video game? The Witcher, Skyrim and BioShock are my babies.

7. What is your biggest fear for yourself? Being hated by people.

8. What is your biggest wish for yourself? To be a happy little hermit =) In a beautiful place where I can write stories, paint and be surrounded by 20 dogs.

9. What fictional character do you relate to the most? Queen Freya from The Huntsman (she’s my avatar for a reason guuuuuuys). Wait, let me explain, haha. She’s portrayed as a complex evil character. I don’t consider myself to be evil, nor do I consider myself to be purely good either. I can relate to her character process. Alike her, I was very trusting and happy when I was little, I was truly a little sunshine. But like with so many of us, life happens, and then life happens again, and I became... well, a different person really. Like her, I often feel misunderstood and isolated. But I also cherish loyalty above all, and shun love away from me (I also freaking love ice and snow). I think love is beautiful when I see it with other people, but I could never love like that myself, somewhere it’s hardwired in my brain in a twisted way that love is a weakness and can be used to manipulate and harm me. Heartache and emotional suffering is something I'm terrified of (you know, when you can physically feel pain in your chest), and I can’t handle it anymore. So I don’t feel romantic desire towards people anymore, I think I’ve... removed it?

10. If you could become anything, without any education or demands, what would you choose as your profession? Author or an actress.

11. Do you have any siblings? Two brothers and one sister. I’m the second youngest.

12. Have you ever wanted to injure someone? When I was bullied, I wanted to injure the people who hurt me all the time, but I never actually did it.

13. Have you ever wanted to help someone, but didn’t? Yes, but I always try to do the best I can to help someone, even if I don’t know the person. It doesn’t matter, I’ll happily embarrass myself to help someone in need.

14. What makes you angry? Bullies, homophobes, racists, sexists, rapists, murderers, especially animal abusers can fuck off right to hell.

15. What makes you happy? My precious jewel, doggy.<3 Also, traveling and airplanes is a joy. Museums, exploring new places, yeah. Fun fun.

16. Would you rather beat up a small child once - or get beaten up by an angry man every single day for the rest of your life? I don’t want to beat up anybody, so bring me the man. Maybe I’d get really psychologically twisted and Stockholm Syndrome would set in so I’d start to like it lol.

17. What places would you visit today if you could? Ireland! Scotland! England! Just because @lithiumgrayangel showed me how beautiful Sevilla is, I wanna visit Sevilla one day. But of course, beautiful Italy (Rome is stunning), Venice again, Russia (possibly Moscow), FRANCE! Finland, Norway and Iceland are beautiful too. Also Warsaw, UK and US. And Budapest. And New Zeeland, Canada, Australia... Gosh I wanna go everywhere, I can’t pick one!

18. Do you want children? Why? If not, why not? To be honest, it will depend on what situation I am in. Did I, against all odds, found a person who wants children? Then yes, in a stable household and in happy relationship, I’d consider having one or two, no more. But... Right now, that future is looking very bleak. And if I end up with someone who don’t want children, then I won’t have children. Just get a dog instead, they’re less fussy.

19. Did you have a happy childhood? It’s a bit complicated. When I was young, I did have a happy childhood, but my father was also abusive back then. He calmed down once I became a teenager, and then the bullying started, and when the bullying stopped, my dad became sick. And my mother has basically been hysterical and wacky my entire life so. But um, to be honest. I had friends, a roof over my head, food on the table. I got nothing to complain about.

20. Have you ever done drugs? If you have, would you do it again? I’ve been offered, but I’ve never been interested and nor will I be. I know a couple of people who just smokes pipe and marijuana in front of me? I think it’s odd but. I try not to judge, and it’s not my business.

21. Would you rather become a child again, possessing all the knowledge you have today, or become middle-aged, with 45 000 000 € on your bank account? I’d become a child again, start my life over, and be twice as intelligent. Could be like a scientist or something.

22. If you could become any existing famous person in the world - who would you be and why? I admire Lana del Rey a lot, but I wouldn’t want to be any celebrity. Unless I can become someone really powerful and change the world. Like Donald Trump and resign as the president so someone more capable can take over.

23. Are your parents married or divorced? They’re divorced, but sadly live together still. It’s a stupid decision, but I reckon my father wouldn’t last a day on his own, and my mother must be addicted to misery.

24. Where do you see yourself in the future? An author, hopefully. Making a positive change, helping people, having meaningful friends in my life, living in a beautiful place surrounded by nature and animals. :)

25. If you’d like, a question of your own here. Mine is directed to my fellow Witcher lovers; Who and Why?

For friendly purposes, Regis or Cirilla? I like Ciri, and I can understand why people would choose her, she seems like she would be a lovely friend. But ultimately, I’d have so much to discuss with Regis. I feel like, without being self-absorbed or... delusional in any way, I have some things in common with him. We’re too loyal, we fight for people who don’t cherish our love or advice and we both like discussing philosophical topics with loooooooong sentences (as you’ve probably noticed by now). I’d feel so good in his company, he’s a lovely lovely man.

For romantic purposes, Dettlaff or Avallac’h? My darling Avallac’h, I know there are so many people who misunderstands him, confuses his intelligence for arrogance. People call him horrible things. To be honest, I don’t have too much against Dettlaff though, I like him, and I love his complex nature. But of course, I’d never pick anyone over Avallac’h. He’s brilliant, and I would love to discover a million new worlds with him. (ps. marry me have my babies)

As your co-worker, Caranthir or Geralt? Caranthir would be a brilliant colleague, though Geralt is probably more lovable, Caranthir is intelligent. He’d help me with my tasks and I’d sit there gazing into his eyes and not hearing a word he’s saying. ♥‿♥ (true story, I often drift away when people talk to me)

As your boss, Eredin or Ge’els? I don’t know, he feels more attainable than Ge’els do. Ge’els is just da boss, he’d rule over me, I’d always feel incredible stupid and inferior around him. But Eredin is kinda wacky, but I love him, but he’s a silly goose so I’d just try to befriend him to eventually marry him so we could rule the galaxy together.

As your best friend, Yennefer or Shani? Yennefer, my oh my, I’ve been in love with her since the first time I saw her. She’s INTELLIGENT AND INTELLIGENCE IS SEXY ASF. Shani, you cool too but. Meh, I think her character is a bit boring. There’s not much interesting about her that makes her stand out? She’s not really complex either? She’s just... idk... pretty and stuff. Redhead and stuff. (sorry @vaporeox dont kill me)

As your ally, Vernon Roche or Anna Henrietta? Nah nah, always Roche, I love that man immensely. I’d marry him too. I’d marry everyone.

As your worst enemy, Triss or Dandelion? I don’t really like Triss that much. What she did to Yennefer has ruined her in my eyes.

Tagging: I’ve already tagged people for this tag, but I would like to tag some of my lovely followers who haven’t been tagged in this, tho I can’t possibly tag all of you, I’m sorry about that: @blackeasteagle @everydayzer0es @spooky-cowfish @dovahkiin-deathbat @shadanakara @i-am-the-sword-in-the-darkness @o-moonyue-o @heroesneverdiie @blohandrum @rosiesuzuya and anyone else who wants to do it - you can write you were tagged by me. ❤

#tag #personality #mememememememeeme #i write too damn much

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Quickly and Quietly part 18

A/N: You thought u were gonna get a longer part but u aren’t. My mind played a trick on me in thinking that I could write more, but the shorter parts allow more room for suspense B)))))))) Also, look how fast I wrote this. It’s an actual miracle

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: Angst, destructive behavior

part 17

“Thank you for this, Tony.”

“No problem, (Y/N).” Tony shrugs and pushes himself up and out of his seat. “You needed to escape, who better to understand that than me?”

“Steve’s gonna be pissed that I left them like this.” I comment, slinging my pack over my shoulder. “What’ll Pietro think? Bucky? They’re going to think I abandoned them.”

“No, they won’t.” Tony places a hand on my shoulder, trying to reassure me. “You’re doing this because it’s important for your mental health. If they have a problem with it, they can go through me.” I lift my eyebrows at him questioningly. “Okay, me and about fifteen other suits, but what’s the real difference?”

I snort out a laugh and smack the button to lower the ramp of the quinjet. “There’s a big difference, Tony.”

Tony pouts in mock sadness. “You could at least be supportive, (Y/N). I did just fly you out to a field in the middle of one of the most run down neighborhoods I have ever seen.”

“Hey!” I protest. “It’s not that bad! The bad part of town is like three miles away!”

Tony laughs loudly. “Yeah, whatever you say.” He takes my hand a presses a rectangular object into it. I glance down to find one of Tony’s seethru cell phones.

“Tony-”

“Don’t worry, the only person who can trace it is me and even I won’t do that. I know you need time. I just need you to promise me that you’ll check in every now and again while you straighten out that head of yours.” He gently knocks on the top of my head with his knuckles. “Also, I signed you up for Spotify, so you should really be thanking me.”

I laugh quietly, wiping away tears I hadn’t even realized had fallen. “Thank you, Tony.”

“All in a day’s work, (Y/N).” He says pulling me into a hug. “All in a day’s work.” He tightens his arms around me once more before releasing me and looking out across the field. “So where are we anyway?”

“My old neighborhood.”

“Where you burned down the house?”

“The very one.”

–

As soon as Tony steps off the quinjet Steve has the collar of his shirt balled up in his fists, pinning him to the wall.

“Where is she, Stark?” He hisses, his face mere inches away from Tony’s.

“Calm down, spangles.” Tony says, his voice even and calm. “I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve demands, pulling Tony away from the wall and pushing him back against it, narrowly avoiding cracking Tony’s head against the wall.

“It means that I don’t know where she is, Rogers.” Tony glares at the taller man, trying to shove his hands away. “I dropped her off in a field where she told me to touch down and then she walked off. I don’t know where she is.”

Steve drops Tony and glares at him momentarily before walking away. “We’ll just have to find her then.”

“Don’t you dare go looking for her, Steve.” Natasha seems to appear out of thin air in the doorway.

“What?”

“This isn’t something you can fix with your incredibly strong sense of justice and can-do attitude.” She folds her arms across her chest and leans on the doorframe. “(Y/N) isn’t something you can fix because she’s not broken. She just needs time.”

“Nat-”

“Little red’s right.” Tony scowls at the tall blond, rubbing at his neck where Steve’s knuckles had pressed into his throat. “She asked me to take her somewhere because she knew she wouldn’t be able to get what she needed here.”

“But we’re supposed to be her family.” Steve says, his voice filled with anguish.

“We might be a family, but we’re not her family. We’re a patchwork quilt of damaged goods just barely managing to keep it together and even then it’s only because we’re all so fucked up that we as a group are the only people who can help each other. Hell, are we even helping each other at this point?” Tony questions. “We’re barely keeping it together as is.”

“Then what should we do?” Steve asks.

“I left her with a phone,” Steve perks up at this information and Tony hates to disappoint him, but does so anyways. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Rogers, I’m the only one who can track it and there’s no way in hell I’m going to do that. She’s a big girl and she can take care of herself.”

“Then what are you saying, Tony?”

“What I’m saying is that I’ll make sure that we’re all there when she checks in. I made her promise to call or whatever at some point and she doesn’t go back on her promises.”

Steve hangs his head and cards a hand through his hair before nodding in resignation. “Alright.” He looks between Tony and Natasha. “How am I supposed to explain this to Bucky without making him think she left because of him?”

“That’s for you to figure out,” Tony claps him on the shoulder and heads for the door. “I’ll take speed racer.”

–

After Tony left I started wandering, letting my feet take me where they would. As it turns out, my feet took me back to my old house. Or, rather, what would be my old house had anyone bothered to rebuild.

Before me sits a vacant lot covered in grass and small trees. Underneath it all is a cracked cement foundation. Dandelions and blackberry vines have shoved their way through and taken over, choking out any memory of what happened all those years ago.

“Shame what happened here, really.” A voice sounds beside me, startling me.

I place my hand over my chest, trying to calm down before facing the speaker. I look to my right only to find someone familiar standing beside me. “Ms. Crawford?”

“Have we met, dear?” She asks, looking at me and tilting her head to the side quizzically.

“I… you probably don’t remember me.”

She studies my face for a moment before turning back to the green lot in front of us. “As I was saying before, shame what happened here. Lovely family. Absolutely lovely.” She shakes her head, a small sigh escaping through her lips. “Well behaved children, kind parents. I was there when the fire department showed up you know.”

“Yeah,” I sigh and shove my hands in my pockets. “I know.”

“How would you know?” She asks, her brow creasing in confusion. “I think I’d remember an amputee living in the neighborhood.”

I snort. “I had both arms when I lived here, Ms. Crawford. I lost it almost a year ago now.” I fold my arms across my chest and turn my body towards her. “I was the kid who made it out of that fire.”

“What-”

“I’m also the cause of the fire so, if you’d like me to leave, I can definitely do that.”

“You’re (Y/N)?”

“In the flesh, ma’am.”

“Oh my.” A scowl settles on her face.

“I can just go,” I turn to leave. “It’s not a problem, really.”

“No, dear, it’s fine.” She says, resting her hand on my metal arm without so much as a flinch. “I just can’t imagine how hard it must be for you to come back after all these years.”

The corners of my mouth twitch in the beginning of a smile. “It is, kind of.” I turn back to the lot. “It mostly just hurts knowing that everything that’s happened from that point onwards is entirely my fault.”

We stand, quietly gazing at the wild greenery that used to be my home before Ms. Crawford breaks the silence. “Would you like to come over for some tea?”

–

Bucky rounds the corner to the sitting room. “Steve?” Bucky’s voice comes out in little more than a croak.

Steve cringes at the sound, his heart breaking for the man. “Yeah, Buck?”

“I saw that Stark is back. Is there any news?”

Steve nods and sits on the couch and pats the seat beside him. Bucky doesn’t make a move to sit and Steve sighs quietly. “Yeah, he’s back.”

“And (Y/N)?”

“I’m sorry, Bucky, she’s not with him. I-”

“Well we have to go get her,” Bucky says. He starts pacing, not paying attention to Steve. “I need to talk to her. I have to figure out what happened and I can’t do it without her.”

“Bucky…”

“She had to have seen the same things I did, otherwise she wouldn’t have left. Maybe she thinks that I think there’s something wrong with her now. If I could just talk to her, maybe I could... I could get her to understand-”

“Bucky!” Bucky stops his pacing and stares at Steve. “We can’t go to her. We don’t know where she is and Stark refuses to track her. She’s on her own and we’re in the dark until she checks in.”

“I…”

“Buck-”

“I have to go,” Bucky says quickly, turning on his heel and practically sprinting down the hallway.

Steve allows himself to fall back against the couch and sighs loudly. “That went well.”

–

Bucky can’t bring himself to believe that (Y/N) is gone. After everything that happened when she was abducted and Stark won’t keep tabs on her. It’s irresponsible and stupid. Everything about this is stupid.

Bucky throws open the door to his room and storms inside, throwing things around, trying to release the pent up frustration and stress. Luckily, he doesn’t have many fragile possessions. Sadly, many of his shirts suffer and a couple of his drawers are shattered against the wall.

He pauses over the leather jacket that (Y/N) gave him his second day at the tower. The haze that had clouded his vision clears and he’s hit with a sudden wave of grief. Picking up the jacket, he moves to the room next door.

He pauses briefly in the doorway of her room, contemplating whether or not he should go inside. He shakes his head and presses forward, moving steadily towards her bed. He curls up on (Y/N)’s mattress, his jacket clutched to his chest, and tries to rein in his emotions.

(Y/N) has been there for him from the very first day. Now he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do without her.

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part 19

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