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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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As the sun chose to grace the land in the morning, the welcoming beams of light fell in Ember's room. The new addition of luminescence caused the young dragon to stir gently before waking up. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and took a deep breath. Today was the day. She was terrified, no doubt, but there was an unwelcome sense of ease about the whole thing. Why was she feeling so calm? This was supposed to be nerve-wracking...

In the corner of her room hung a simple white dress - an empty canvas with which to create her world upon. It was ceremonial to wear white for The Selection, as with most other ceremonies you might know of. The door to her room opened, and in stepped her mother with a flower crown in her hands, decorated in white lotus flowers and smiled.

"Good morning, my dear. Are you ready for today?" asked her mother, properly named Cyra, crossing the room to Ember's bed and set the flower crown on the blanket.

"I'm a bit nervous..." replied Ember, hugging her legs to her chest.

"Oh, my dearest Ember, there is no need to be nervous. Just... imagine it as a party. A party with all of your friends who are there to support you and who love you..." Cyra said softly, placing a comforting kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Now come along, Ember. Let's get you dressed."

Cyra held out a hand and helped Ember off of the bed and led her over to the dress, pointing out small details in the fabric. For example, there were small stitches of some of her favorite things along the bottom of the skirt in white thread, of course. Crystals, stars, flowers, paintbrushes... everything Ember loved sat embroidered in the cloth. On the back of the dress was a small train of an iridescent fabric that flowed from the shoulders. The stitching around the edges made it look like dragon wings. Two pieces of elastic sat on the ends of the sheer cloth that she could attach to her fingers.

"Oh, Mama, it's beautiful!" Ember gasped in awe as she ran her fingers over the embroidered artistry that adorned the dress. Ember was very, very excited for this dress alone.

Cyra smiled brightly at her daughter's awestruck look and pat the young girl on the shoulder. "Go take a shower, and then you can put it on, alright?"

Ember happily ran into the bathroom to take a shower, and once she was finished, she practically skipped out in a fuzzy robe, and Cyra continued talking. "Would you like my help putting the dress on, or would you like to do it yourself? I will respect your privacy if you want it."

"Can you help me...? I don't want to ruin it..." Ember admitted. Cyra nodded and carefully took the dress off the hanger. Ember took off the robe and quickly slipped into the dress. Her mother was careful not to touch anywhere that could be deemed inappropriate in order to respect Ember's boundaries. The zipper was soon zipped up, and the small pieces of elastic hung around Ember's fingers, making it look like the flowy material was actually her own pair of wings.

"I love it!" Ember exclaimed as Cyra began to style Ember's white hair into a simple yet elegant braid and finally placed the crown of lotus flowers onto her head.

Cyra smiled warmly. "There we go, Ember. You look beautiful."

Ember giggled and spun around before playfully bowing. "Thank you, Mama!"

"You're welcome, dear. Now, shall we go? Your father is already there since he had to help set up!"

"I'm ready!" Ember smiled herself and grabbed her mother's hand as they left their house.

The location of The Selection was a rather elegant location. It was hosted in a large arena that could hold hundreds, maybe even thousands of people. The empty area in the middle was where many events occurred, and currently, there were several tables set up, awaiting Ember's arrival. One might compare this arena to that of Earth's infamous Colosseum. At this time, the arena was already almost packed, and the chatter was deafening. Within moments, an announcer's voice sounded through a sound system, announcing Ember's arrival.

Taking a few deep breaths, Ember walked into the arena, and the crowd cheered loudly, which caused Ember to wince and cover her ears. Within moments, the people were silenced. A tall woman stood in the center of the area, in the middle of the circle of tables. Her hair was an ashy black, and her eyes a bright orange. She stood in a regal way with her head held high. Her features were sharp and gaze heavy from all that she had seen. This was Cigri, no doubt.

"Ember. You come before me to participate in The Selection, yes?" Cigri said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Her voice was smooth and calming in a way.

"Yes, I do." Ember replied, repeating exactly what she had been told. She glanced around at each and every table and saw that every one had something upon it, hidden under a fiery red cloth.

"Then I, Cigri of the Elders, invite you to find your clan." With a wave of Cigri's hand, the pieces of cloth on each table burned into ash, at which the crowd gasped. Ember looked around at the crowd and saw Rhaelrivera smiling down at her and nodding. Ember took another deep breath and looked at the tables. Each one had a dragon upon it - some a solid object, others simply manipulated into shape. For example, the earth dragon was simply carved from stone and covered in moss and small flowers, while the air dragon was simply a floating cloud in the shape of said dragon.

Ember walked around, looking at each of the tables. None of them spoke to her... in truth, she could pick any of them, but she would do well with the dragon that called to her. She looked at the fire dragon that hovered above the table. She debated choosing it to make her family proud, but... she didn't feel anything around it, so she continued. It wasn't until she got around to a figurine made of pure glass did she feel something... a sort of pull towards the small glass dragon, like a magnet. Her eyes fixated on it, and without thinking, she grabbed the figurine off the table.

A mere second later, a tingling sensation filled her body, which caused her to giggle. As she held up her hand, she noticed a white glow around her fingers. The crowd cheered as they watched Ember, yet - like before - the crowd was silenced when Cigri stepped forward.

"Ember has been selected to join the Glass Clan!" vocalized Cigri. As if on cue, every glass dragon in the audience cheered. Ember couldn't help but smile, realizing that she had found her place.

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After the ceremony, a glass dragon named Agate led Ember to a back room that held a rather large mirror in it. Agate was a rather short, slightly curvy woman with a bright smile and a brighter personality. Her hair was a pale yellow, and her eyes lavender in color.

"Okie dokie, little Ember! This is the fun part!" Agate smiled and clapped her hands.

Ember looked at her, confused. "What's happening?"

"Oh, little dragon, here is where you get to pick how you look! We're some of the special ones. You see, glass can be stained to be any color in the universe, so thus, we as glass dragons can choose whatever color we want to use for ourselves! I change my hair nearly every week," Agate explained. She had a tendency to ramble, but Ember didn't mind.

"How does it work?" asked Ember.

Agate smiled again. "It's simple, really. Just think really, really hard about one of your features, and it will change!"

Ember turned to look in the mirror and focused on her eyes. She thought of a deep red, and soon, the iris of her eyes changed to red. She made a look of disgust and focused again. Blue? Maybe... Orange? No. Brown? No. Black looked too menacing for her... Ember was starting to lose courage when she perked up and focused one last time on her eyes. They changed to a vibrant green, and Ember smiled. That was perfect.

"Ooo, I'm digging the green!" Agate exclaimed as she watched. Ember smiled and turned back to the mirror. Now it was time for her hair... what color looks good with green? She thought for a moment before her hair changed to a pale blue. The color wasn't as vibrant as the sky but could be compared to the of a very light cornflower. Ember hopped up and down slightly and grinned. She loved how the bright green felt with the blue hair. She pushed her newly colored locks behind her pointed ears and squealed softly.

"How do I look?" Ember asked with bright, hopeful eyes.

Agate beamed and clapped. "I love that combination! You look so pretty!" Ember looked back at herself in the mirror, and for once, she genuinely liked who she was seeing...

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lyranova · 11 days

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Lies, Puns, and the Wishing Tree

Hiya everyone! So instead of working on requests today…I decided to be self indulgent 🤭. This oneshot mainly focuses on Next Gens with brief mentions of a couple of canon characters, and I tried my best to include as many as possible but mainly focused on a few (If you want, you’re more than welcome to say what your next gens would be doing during the star festival 🥰). I hope you all enjoy~!

OC List: Leon, Cyra, and Nora belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare , Noureen Heinry and Natalia belong to @kalolasfantasyworld , Dawn Dusk and Vivian belong to @loosesodamarble , Avalinia, Nymphie, and Mikhail belong to @koneko-pi Zoisite belongs to @faewraithsworld and Hikari, Hana, and Einar belong to @eme-eleff !

Word Count: 3,532

Warnings: None

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“ Oh my, don’t you look handsome,” Zera Cassia said as she looked at her eldest son, Alistar, who was currently looking at himself in a full length mirror.

“ Gotta hot date?” She asked him playfully, and watched as his face turned bright red.

“ No, I don’t have a ‘hot date’,” He told her after he cleared his throat. “ I’m going to the Star Festival with some of the others to hang out.”

“ I see,” Zera walked up to him, turned him towards her, and began to fix his shirt and Golden Dawn robes. “ I take it Hikari’s going to be there as well?”

Alistar cleared his throat and turned away as his face turned red again.

“ Of course she is, she’s part of our friend group too…” He told her softly, and his mother smirked.

“ Ah, so that’s why you’re dressing extra nice tonight, to impress Hikari.” She told him teasingly.

“ N-No!” He denied with a shake of his head. “ I wanted to dress nicely for the Star Ceremony, since it would be unbefitting for the Captain of the Golden Dawn to dress shabbily.” He told her, she nodded quickly.

“ Uh-huh, I see, I see. So this has absolutely nothing to do with Hikari?” She asked with a raised brow.

“ None at all.”

“ Then why are you wearing the Spider Lily pin she gave you for your birthday?” Zera asked curiously, and instantly Alistar’s hand shot up to try and conceal the pin.

She wasn’t supposed to see that…

As he opened his mouth to explain another voice chimed in.

“ Dear, are you trying to play matchmaker with our son and his best friend?” Alistar’s father, William Vangeance, asked as he walked into his eldest child’s room.

Zera turned towards her husband.

“ Maybe~!” She told him playfully, a bright smile working its way onto her face. “ If I was, can you really blame me? I mean; they would be soo cute together!”

“ You just want an excuse to be in-law’s with the Yami’s.” William stated matter of factly, and his wife shook her head.

“ Nu-uh, although that is a bonus now that I think about it,” She muttered in thought, making both Alistar and William sigh and shake their heads. “ But that isn’t why I want them to be together!”

“ I just…I see how happy the two of you are when you’re around each orher, how much you both care for one another, and it makes me want to see you together.” She admitted softly, her eyes moving to the floor shyly.

“ You realize that friends can be happy and care for one another like Hikari and I do, right?” Alistar asked her, and Zera looked up at him.

“ I know that! It’s just that I think you two would be much better as a couple than just friends!” She told him as she crossed her arms and pouted.

Alistar sighed, he knew his mother had the best of intentions when she was being pushy like this. All she wanted for her children was for them to be happy, healthy, and to have all the best things in the world.

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“ I appreciate your concern, mother, I really do,” He told her softly as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “ But Hikari and I are just close friends and nothing more; I care about her as a friend would, not as a boyfriend would. There’s absolutely no romantic feelings between us.”

“ Really?” She asked skeptically as she leaned forward to inspect her eldest son’s face.

“ Really.” He confirmed with a nod, and Zera hummed.

“ So; if Hikari were to meet someone else tonight, fall in love with them, and start dating them, you would have absolutely no problem with that?” She asked curiously, her head tilting slightly.

Alistar suddenly felt a sharp pang in his chest at her question. This was the second time someone had asked him that, the first one being his other friend Leonidas Vermillion, who asked him something similar during one of their outings at a mixer a few weeks ago…

“ If that were to happen,” He began slowly. “ Then I would be happy for her. After all, doesn’t everyone deserve to fall in love and be happy?” He asked as his most charming smile, or his mask as he liked to call it, slipped onto his face.

As the lie left his lips, he couldn’t help but feel sick. If that were to happen, he would be devastated. He loved Hikari, and had for a long time. But he had always been too afraid to say anything to her about it; he valued her friendship, and didn’t want it to be affected negatively if something were to happen and they broke up.

So he’s kept his feelings to himself for over 12 years…

Zera’s eyes narrowed, a skeptical look in them as she studied his face. Eventually she closed her eyes and released a defeated sigh.

“ Fine, fine, you win,” She told him as she raised her hands in defeat. “ I’m going to go see if your siblings are ready.”

Zera walked away, but stopped when she stood beside William and said: “ See if you can convince him to confess to Hikari tonight!” before walking out of the room.

Alistar and William looked at each other as the room fell silent.

“ She means well.” William explained softly, and his son nodded.

“ I know.”

“ She’s just worried about you and your happiness.”

“ I know, and I appreciate it,” Alistar said with a sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. “ I just wish she wouldn’t worry so much about me; she has four other kids she should worry about too.”

“ She does worry about them,” William told him as he crossed his arms. “ But not as much as she worries about you.”

“ Because unlike my siblings I’m special and her favorite?” Alistar asked jokingly, and his father chuckled.

“ Exactly,” William replied, making his son laugh as well.

It was a well known fact that Zera, while genuinely loving all of her children, was especially partial to Alistar since the two of them had nearly died when she gave birth to him. She worried about him more, spoiled him a bit more, loved him just a bit more…

He was her favorite.

“ Do,” William began hesitantly as the room fell silent again. “ Do you really not have feelings for Hikari?”

Alistar looked at his father quietly for a moment, before nodding.

“ I don’t have feelings for her, we’re just good friends,” Alistar lied, his usual, charming smile appearing on his face.

William nodded slowly.

“ Alright, I just thought I would ask,” He said before turning around. “ I’ll let you finish getting ready.” He added as he walked out of the room, leaving his son standing there by himself.

As soon as the door clicked shur Alistar let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding and his hand reached up to rub the back of his head again.

This really sucked!

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“ Alright everyone, are you ready to go?” Zera asked her children as they stood before her.

“ Yes!”

“ Now remember; have fun, be safe, and don’t do anything I would do,” She instructed them. “ And if you do, make sure to use protection!”

Her children groaned.

“ What? I’m so sorry that I don’t want any grandchildren right now!” She told them while throwing a pointed look at her second oldest child, Sebastian.

“ Why are you looking at me like that?!” He exclaimed.

“ Because out of all my children you would be the one most likely to make me a grandmother before I’m ready!” She pointed out, her blue eyes narrowing at him.

“ Do you have no faith in me?” He asked, his tone sounding hurt even though he really wasn’t.

“ None.” She replied bluntly, making the other chuckle.

“ So I know we’re supposed to wear condoms and take potions if we decide to have sex with someone,” Daisy began as she raised her hand. “ But what about if we decide to hold hands? Should we use protection then?”

The room chuckled, knowing fully well that Daisy was joking with her question.

“ Oh, in that situation you must certainly use protection,” Zera told her, playing along.

Sunni, Daisy’s twin, suddenly raised her hand.

“ What kind of protection should we use if we decide to kiss someone?” She asked, and William’s eyes instantly narrowed.

“ You’re too young to be kissing,” He told her sternly, and his gaze shifted as another hand shot up.

“ Am I allowed to kiss someone?” Mavis, the youngest, asked innocently.

William quickly shook his head.

“ No. You’re way too young to be kissing anyone!”

“ But I’m sixteen?” She pointed out, and Sunni nodded.

“ Yeah, and Daisy and I are eighteen!” Sebastain nodded.

“ Exactly, they’re all of age now, dad!” He pointed out. “ Since Clover’s majority age is fifteen Mavis could easily go out and get married without needing anyone’s permission-.”

The rest of the sentence died in Sebastian’s throat as he saw the glare his parents were giving him.

“ Anyway,” Daisy interrupted with a clap of her hands. “ We should get going before we’re late!”

“ Alright, be careful and watch out for each other!” Zera instructed her children as she gave them all a kiss on the cheek.

“ We’ll meet at the Ceremony, right?” He asked his children, and they all nodded.

“ Right!”

The Vangeance children bid their parents goodbye and left the Golden Dawn base to head to Kikka for the Star Festival.

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At the Star Festival

As soon as the Vangeance siblings arrived in Kikka they split up to find their respective friend groups.

Alistar walked along the stone streets, passing by various food and item stalls as he did. Usually Hikari was working at the Black Bulls food stall with her father Captain Yami, but this year he decided to give her the night off so she could hang out with her friends.

It had been a surprise, but not an unpleasant one.

As he maneuvered through the crowd and his gaze drifted to the various stalls, his mind began to wander. It was odd that Captain Yami would give Hikari the night off, and it was odd how pushy his mother was about having him confess to her…he frowned; were the two of them trying to get him and Hikari together?!

Alistar quickly shook that thought from his mind. There was no way they would be doing that; especially Captain Yami. He would rather crush Alistar’s skull with his bare hand before he would ever allow them to date; especially after what happened that night.

He shuddered as the terrible, and embarrassing memory, from a few weeks ago resurfaced. How could he ever dream of confessing to Hikari after that?!

“ Alistar! Over here!” A familiar voice that always made his heart flutter shouted, and he slowly turned to see the girl he was just thinking about standing there.

Hikari waved her hands above her head and waved him over to the picnic table she and the others were sitting at.

He smiled his usual smile and gave a small wave as he walked over to them.

“ You’re late,” Leon Vermillion said as he took a sip of his drink. Alistar sat down across from him.

“ My apologies,” He apologized, using his formal voice. “ But leaving the base with my siblings was like trying to herd a bunch of cats.”

Leon chuckled.

“ I can only imagine,” He took another sip. “ I assume your mother gave you the usual ‘protection’ speech?”

“ Always.” The pair chuckled.

“ Your mother seems very…adamant about SexEd,” Noureen Silva said as he crossed his arms. “ She should host a seminar or something.”

“ Ooh she should, and my mom could help her!” Avalinia Silva said brightly from beside him.

“ I think all of our moms would pitch in and help her!” Dawn Faust agreed.

“ But wouldn’t it be embarrassing for our moms to be teaching our friends and peers the do’s and don'ts of sex?” Zoisite Ideale asked as he leaned back in his seat.

“ Would you prefer our dads to be the ones to teach it?” Hikari asked curiously, making everyone shudder.

That would not end well if their dads were the ones to teach it…

“ By the way,” Alistar began, quickly changing the subject. “ Where are the others? I thought they’d be joining us.”

“ Cyra is on a date with Dusk,” Leon explained. “ So I thought it would be best to give them some space.”

“ Heinry and Natalia are off playing in the fun houses,” Noureen said simply. “ But I’ll be meeting up with them later.”

“ Nymphie is off doing her own thing, and Mikhail is on a date with his princess.” Avalinia told him with a giggle.

“ My siblings are all kind of scattered around the place,” Dawn said with a laugh. “ Vivian was here earlier waiting for you, but I told her you’d see her after the ceremony so she went off on an adventure with Nora and Kito.”

“ Einar and Hana are with my parents, so we’ll probably see them later!” Hikari said with a bright smile.

Alistar nodded, and the conversation between the children continued to flow with various topics being discussed; including which squad they all thought would get the most stars.

“ It’s obviously going to be the Black Bulls!” Hikari said proudly, and Noureen scoffed.

“ Didn’t your squad just lose a handful of stars due to the destruction you caused near the Heart border?” Noureen pointed out as his eyes narrowed.

“ Hey we only lost two stars because of that,” She pointed out in irritation. “ And if you think your squad’s going to rank above ours you’re delusional!”

“ I think you’re the delusional one here!”

As Alistar watched the two go back and forth in amusement, he suddenly felt someone kick him under the table. He turned to see who it was and saw Leon giving him a serious look.

He leaned forward and Alistar did the same.

“ What’s up?”

“ Are you going to confess to Hikari tonight?” Leon asked quietly, and Alistar’s eyes widened.

What was with everyone wanting him to confess to Hikari tonight?!

“ Are you and my mother in cahoots or something?” Alistar asked quietly, his blue eyes narrowing.

Leon frowned.

“ What? No,” He said in confusion. “ Why would we be in cahoots?”

“ Because you’re both asking me if I plan on confessing to Hikari tonight, and it’s really suspicious!” He told him, and Leon hummed.

“ Well, tonight does seem like the perfect time to do it,” He said to Alistar as he hummed in thought. “ Your mother and I were probably just thinking the same thing.”

Alistar sighed and shook his head before taking a sip of his drink.

“ But you didn’t answer my question,” Leon pointed out quietly. “ Are you going to confess to her or not?”

Alistar hummed in thought as his blue eyes gazed down into his cup, staring at the swirling contents as he tried to decide what to do…

“ I don’t know,” He admitted softly. “ Maybe…we’ll see how tonight goes? If everything feels right, then I will, and if it doesn’t then…I’ll wait.”

Leon nodded slowly before he set his own cup down onto the table.

“ That sounds like a good plan, but I wouldn’t wait too long,” Leon said as he gave his friend a very serious look. “ You never know when someone will come by and try to snatch her up.”

Alistar smirked a bit.

“ What? Are you planning on trying to ask her out?” He joked, and Leon’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“ Absolutely not. I already have someone,” He told Alistar, who chuckled in response. “ Besides, even if I didn’t have someone, I still wouldn’t be that big of a jerk.”

Alistar smiled, nodded, and raised his glass.

“ Well, if it helps, I wouldn’t do that to you either.” He told him, and Leon chuckled before smiling and clanking his glass against Alistar’s.

“ Noted.”

“ What’re you two talking about?!” Hikari suddenly asked as she leaned over towards them, the boys instantly dropped their glasses and turned to her.

“ Puns!” They shouted in surprise, making Hikari blink.

“ Huh?”

“ Hey Leon; What do you call an alligator in a vest?” Alistar asked, and Leon shrugged.

“ I don’t know, what?”

“ An investigator.”

Leon burst into laughter.

“ Hey Alistar; Why did the scarecrow get an award?” Leon asked, and Alistar shook his head.

“ Why?”

“ Because he was outstanding in his field.”

Alistar burst into laughter, and Leon followed suit.

The other children at the table groaned.

“ I shouldn’t have asked!” Hikari muttered as she rested her head against the table.

Leon and Alistar looked at each other as a sigh of relief escaped them. Who would have thought making puns would save their lives?

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After the children talked for a little longer they all decided to split up and explore the Festival.

As usual Hikari and Alistar paired up together, and the two walked around and explored all the things the festival had to offer.

They played games, ate food, walked around, and chatted about all the things that had happened since they last saw each other. Everything was normal between them.

But in the back of Alistar’s mind he couldn’t stop thinking about what his mother and Leon said; they were right in saying he was running out of time to confess, and they were also right that she could meet someone new tonight and fall in love with them…

“ Come on!” Hikari’s excited voice suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat when she suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him towards a tree with lanterns and papers hanging from it.

Alistar stared at the tree, was this new? He had never seen it here before…

“ It’s a wishing tree! Papa told me about it yesterday and I wanted to come check it out.” Hikari told him as she let go of his hand, making his heart sink a bit.

“ A wishing tree?” He asked in confusion. She nodded, walked over to where papers and quills were sitting and grabbed some before bringing it back to him.

“ Yeah! You write your wishes down on these pieces of paper, and then you hang them on the tree!” She explained as she handed it to him before writing her own wish down.

“ That’s it?”

“ That’s it!”

Alistar nodded slowly, and as he stared down at the piece of paper his mind began to race as he tried to think of what to wish for.

He glanced up at Hikari. A soft smile appeared on his face as he watched her brows furrow in concentration, her tongue sticking out just slightly as she wrote, and the satisfied smile that appeared on her face as she finished writing down her wish.

He looked back down at his paper, and began to write down his wish.

As he finished he followed her to the tree and hung his wish right beside her’s.

“ Aren’t we a little too old to be making wishes?” Alistar asked playfully, and Hikari pouted before giving him a slight glare.

“ You’re never too old to make wishes,” She told him. “ Uncle Asta said so.”

Alistar chuckled, and Hikari grinned.

The pair stood together quietly, their gazes on the large tree as it swayed slightly in the wind. But soon his gaze drifted over to Hikari.

As the warm light of the lanterns drifted over her features, as the wind slightly shifted her beautiful brown hair, he couldn’t help but wonder; is now the time? Should he confess now?

“ So, what did you wish for?” She suddenly asked as she turned towards him, her blue eyes shining brighter than the moon, and her smile more dazzling than the stars in the sky.

Yeah, now was the perfect time.

“ My wish…is to hold you close and never let you go…” He said softly, his face turning slightly red.

“ Huh?”

As she stared at him in surprise and confusion, Alistar could hear his heart drumming in his ears, and could feel it pounding against his chest while he waited for her answer.

But much to his surprise…she suddenly began to laugh.

“ That’s a good one! You scared me there for a second.” Hikari laughed as she slapped him repeatedly on the shoulder.

She…thought it was a joke?

As he opened his mouth to correct her she suddenly grabbed his hand again.

“ Y’know you shouldn’t make jokes like that though,” She told him mock-seriously. “ Otherwise your girlfriend might get the wrong idea!”

Alistar blinked at her as her words sunk in.

His…what?!

“ Hikari-!” He began, raising his hands and waving them quickly, he needed to clear up whatever…misunderstanding this was! But she cut him off.

“ Don’t worry I won’t say anything,” Hikari told him. “ What happens between bodyguards, stays between bodyguards.” She added before grabbing his hand again.

“ C’mon the ceremony’s about to start!”

As Hikari began to drag Alistar away from the tree he couldn’t help but wonder; why did she think he had a girlfriend, and how did his soft-confession go so wrong?!

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover fanfiction #black clover oc #black clover next gen #oc; alistar #oc; zera #william vangeance #oc; leon #oc; noureen #oc; hikari #oc; dawn #oc; avalinia #oc; zoisite

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novemberevenings · 1 year

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what comes before night? | chapter 1

In the entire history of Prythian, there have always only been three solar courts: Dawn, Day, and Night. But, on a seemingly random day, an island located closest to the Night Court suddenly makes itself known. No one knows who they are or where they come from but it cannot be any good. Especially when its power rivals that of all the courts, both seasonal and solar.

word count: 4326

prologue

a/n: first chapter!! woo hoo!! also fun fact the picture im using as a divider is one i took myself and it just reminds me so much of the Dusk Court so yeah :) hope yall enjoy this chapter!

The sun had just begun its descent when you start getting ready. It had been a very busy morning, filled with people fussing over you and countless last-minute decisions. You were already so exhausted. This morning’s activities were draining but it was the weight on your shoulders that made you want to curl under the covers and sleep for a century.

You had been preparing for this moment for your entire life. Then why do you feel as though you’re walking off the edge of a cliff, going into a free fall, and not knowing what’s next?

The funeral was held last week. The entire court came to pay their respects to their late High Lord. Fae of every kind showed up wearing Dusk’s traditional mourning color of the darkest blue. You were dressed in dark blue yourself. But, unlike the mourning fae around you, you did not let a single tear escape from your eyes.

The only time you let yourself truly break was in the comfort of your own room, with only the deafening silence as your company. The citizens of Dusk were looking to you for leadership now. You couldn’t afford to look weak in front of them.

For a single moment, you hoped that maybe, just maybe, the Mother would overlook your presence. That the power from your father would flow to your brother instead. But, you dismissed the thought as soon as it came. Your brother was not trained to rule over an entire court and frankly, he didn’t want to either.

You wanted this power. Had craved it from the moment you saw your father sitting on his throne. You wanted the ability to change things for the better, to help your people. You had inherited many things from your father, his ambition was one of the things you loved the most.

Thinking about him makes your chest ache. You feel your throat tightening, tears threatening to spill from your eyes but you try to keep them at bay. You’ve cried enough late last night, thinking about how different your life would look after today. About how much you miss your father.

Your hair had already been done by one of your handmaidens along with a soft brush of kohl on your eyes and a neutral kind of red painted on your lips. It was simple, regal. You stood from your spot on the bed to walk to the window.

From your window, you could see the entire capital city of Cyra. Your home, your safe place. As you look up at the sky, you could see the dome that has been shielding your court for the past couple of millennia. It was a complex work of magic and was created by your ancestors. The dome itself was made up of two layers: The outer layer was for protection, to ensure that nothing can go in, almost like a physical barrier. The second layer was an intricate spell that allowed your court to stay hidden without any detection. It’s transparent but if you look closely enough, you could see that it has a faint gold color. With the sun setting, it makes the entire sky look like it's shimmering.

It’s been a few hours after lunch, the sun halfway through its descent. It was the afternoon now and you could see people preparing for the big event.

The coronation of the Dusk Court’s newest High Lady.

The event would take place on the highest point within the court which is located at Roava Hill, just before the sun sets beneath the horizon. Fae from all over the court had come to see the ancient Dusk crown placed upon your head.

You mutter an incantation to project the sounds of the people from below into your room, finding the silence to be a little suffocating. The sound of bustling vendors trying to find a spot for their stalls, courtiers setting up for the ceremony, and the birds chirping their afternoon songs filters into your room.

That small release of power granted you some reprieve from your earlier thoughts. While closing your eyes, you tip your head back and take a deep breath. Listening to the people below, your people, helped to calm down your thoughts. As you listened, you silently applauded yourself for your work. If there was one thing you liked about being High Lady, it was the power that came with it.

The specialized power that originates from Dusk is unique. And even though you had been studying it for your entire 400 years of life, it never ceases to amaze you. The other solar courts had healing, knowledge, or darkness as their specialty. The power to wield fire or ice, water or earth, belonged to the seasonal courts. The Dusk court had its own specialty powers too.

Sorcery and the Mystic Arts.

The citizens of Dusk could manipulate power gifted from the Mother and Cauldron themselves. While the other courts did have access to basic magic that is unrelated to their specialty powers, Dusk’s powers are wholly different. The magic that the citizens of dusk possess is magic in its purest form, which can be harnessed using spells and incantations. However, the wielder also affects the scale at which the magic can be used. The more powerful the wielder, the greater the magic.

As High Lady, the magnitude of the power you wield is insurmountable. Not to mention the fact that you had been training and studying your powers since you took your first steps.

The realization hit you out of nowhere, the fact that you were one of the most powerful Fae currently in existence. Great, another burden you have to bear.

You wonder if you have what it takes to do this. To lead an entire court, to protect them and serve them just as your father did. You wonder how you could ever do this without him.

The door of your chambers opening interrupts your train of thought. Your mother slips inside, already in her ceremonial garb. “Why haven’t you put your clothes on yet? It’s almost time for the coronation.”

You look to the sky again and realize the sun has set even more since the last time you looked at it. “Sorry, I didn’t notice the time.”

The ceremonial dress for your coronation is beautiful. It looked like a sunset captured in fabric with a blend of oranges, pinks, and purples. The silhouette is loose and flowy, making you look like a deity. It made you feel like you could deserve your title.

Your mother helps with the simple gold necklace you chose to wear for the ceremony. She stands behind you as you move your hair to the side, allowing her to clasp the necklace. A simple gold chain with a ring around it. It was your father’s ring. The ring that he dedicated to you. He had three rings in total, one for each of his family members. Engraved inside the ring was the nickname your father affectionately called you. Witchling.

As a young fae learning all about the mystic arts and sorcery, your parents realized that you took to it quite easily, the Mother blessing you with great power even as a child. Your father had joked that you could be a witch with how good you were at using your powers. From then on, you became your father’s little witchling.

The ring rests between your collarbones, the sunlight hitting it just right and emanating a soft glow. You feel as though your father is watching over you at this very moment.

“I know what you’re thinking about, you know,” Your mother breaks the silence with a small smile, her eyes glinting knowingly as she looks at you through the mirror.

“And what would that be, mom?” Your tone is a little disbelieving, but deep down, you’re worried that she could see right through you. She rests her head on your shoulder, hugging you tightly for comfort.

“Your father was nervous too before his coronation. He was a mess. I still remember the day like it was yesterday, the day I became the High Lady.” At the mention of your father, your mother’s eyes flutter shut, as if she was replaying the memory behind her eyelids. “I’m pretty sure he was still nervous as he was climbing up Roava Hill, even more so when he was saying his oaths.”

“Well, it couldn’t have been that bad since he became one of the greatest leaders in the history of our court,” The thought of your father being nervous was impossible. You never saw him as anything less than brilliant, both as your father and High Lord.

“That is precisely my point, sweet child. Despite the fact that he was nervous, and that he didn’t believe he could lead, he still did. He ruled with no tolerance for injustice and with kindness in his heart. You will do just the same, if not even better.”

You take a deep breath, readying yourself for what's to come. You knew that you had what it takes to rule. You had been born for it. You had been trained in the art of politics, battle strategy, diplomacy, and everything else that comes with being a ruler since you were a child. You could do this. You have to do this.

With one last look in the mirror, you turn to face your mother. You take a deep breath, and with a harsh exhale, you dismiss all your earlier worries and concerns.

“Alright. Let’s get myself crowned shall we?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The coronation starts the moment you start climbing Roava Hill. It’s supposed to be symbolic, representing how you will have to persevere through hardships as a leader. You make the climb alone, the courtiers and your family already at the top of the hill while the citizens of Dusk gather at the base of the hill to watch you make the climb.

The hill is steep and the journey is long, but when you finally make it to the top, you decide the view was worth the effort it took to get there. As it is the highest point in the entire court, you get to see everything that will rest on your shoulders, your responsibility. A feeling of pride surges through your veins, feeling eternally grateful that this beautiful place was your home. That you had the privilege to rule this magnificent court

You turn to the small clearing where courtiers are gathered alongside your family. The priestess stands before a marble altar that has been worn down with age.

The light of the setting sun glows on your face as you step toward the altar. It seems like an eternity before you arrive in front of the priestess, the entire court at your back and only the setting sun as your companion. Everything else around you drowns out as you focus on keeping a brave face, too scared that people could see your fear. Your fear of failure, your fear of not being enough.

The priestess begins the ceremony by casting a similar spell that you did earlier, making her voice project to the people of Dusk waiting at the bottom of the hill. You can’t back out now.

“People of Dusk, we gather here today to witness the rise of a new ruler. The passing of our late High Lord is a loss that we will grieve for eternity. But if there is one good thing that has come out of it, it would be this. A new High Lady of the Dusk Court.”

Cheers ring out from all around you, the people standing at the bottom of the hill applauding and shouting, your mother and brother with matching looks of pride on their faces. With every second that passes, your fears slowly slip away, turning into a feeling of pride and joy. This was your day, you realized. It’s time you acted like it.

Your mother steps forward next, moving to stand beside you. As the current High Lady by marriage to your father, she will have to renounce her title before you could proceed with your ceremony. Your mother’s hand brushes yours slightly, her silent way of showing support.

“I, High Lady Solana of the Dusk Court, renounce my title as High Lady. With this setting sun, I shall step down from this title as it shall be passed on to Lady Y/N of the Dusk Court, the firstborn daughter of the late High Lord and I.” Pride laces through her words. When you turn to look at her, you see her eyes glistening with love.

After her speech, your mother steps back from the altar, gives your cheek a kiss and returns to her spot beside your brother. The priestess continues with the ceremony, moving on to the oaths next. Oaths that you will have to uphold during your entire reign, promises that you make not only to yourself but also to the entirety of the Dusk Court.

“I swear that I will serve and protect the Dusk Court with my life. To have the court’s best interests at heart. To cherish and uphold Dusk Court values. I swear that I will give up my time, my efforts, and my life if duty calls for it. I swear to act as High Lady of the Dusk Court from this day, till the end of my days.”

With the last words of the oath leaving your lips, the bargain you made inks itself on your skin. A band of orange and purple colored swirls appears on your right upper arm. With the oath finished, there’s just one more part left for the coronation ceremony. The crown.

The Dusk Court’s crown was beautiful. It was gold and had a simple design, purple and pink gems lining the entire crown, with an orange gem set a bit higher than the others.

The priestess picks up the crown from the cushion it had been resting on. Before the crown is placed on your head, you kneel before it. Another symbolic act, the last time you would ever kneel to anyone or anything would be for the crown.

With a deep breath, the priestess places the beautiful crown on your head. It's heavier than you expected. You stand from your position on the ground with shaky legs, hoping and praying to the Mother that the crown doesn’t fall off your head.

The ceremony was planned meticulously for this precise moment. The light of the setting sun passes through the gems of the crown at just the right angle, reflecting colorful light all around the clearing. You feel the sun shining on your face, the soft glow providing you comfort.

As you turn to face the crowd, a hush falls over all the attendants.

One by one, everyone drops to their knees and bows their heads, the crowd at the bottom of the hill following suit.

You were now, officially, the High Lady of the Dusk Court.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The entire court is in celebration following the coronation. The entire city of Cyra is abuzz with excitement. As the capital city and home of the royal palace, fae from all over the court has traveled to witness the coronation of the newest High Lady.

You didn’t receive any breaks in between the ceremony. After you were crowned, your mother and brother came to congratulate you. They both crushed you in a giant hug, both sporting matching looks of pride and love.

“See, that wasn’t that bad wasn’t it?” Your mother says while she cups your face with both hands. Her thumbs make a swiping motion on your cheek and it brings you so much comfort.

“Do I have to start calling you your majesty now?” Your brother jests with a teasing smile. “Ugh, please don’t,” You groan, reminded of all the courtiers coming up to you and bowing as low as they could while saying Your Majesty continuously.

“I’m still your big sister. But now, you have a legal obligation to do just as I say” Now it’s his turn to groan, rolling his eyes and huffing like a petulant child.

You smile looking at your family. Eternally grateful that you still had them by your side. But there would always be that one piece missing. Your father was the source of many jokes and, surprisingly, loved to share court gossip with you all. You’ll miss family dinners every night and sitting in your father’s study while he gives you lectures on politics.

You shook yourself out of that train of thought. You were happy, beyond happy right now. You would carry your father’s memory with you for your entire life. But now, it was time to party.

You were still in your ceremonial outfit when you joined the festivities. The plaza in front of the palace was decorated beautifully. There were stalls lined on the edges of the plaza, selling food of all kinds, trinkets and souvenirs to remember this occasion.

Despite the anxiety and worry you were feeling before, being surrounded by your people made your heart feel a little more at ease. So you conversed, accepting congratulations from strangers and receiving gifts of all kinds.

The center of the plaza became a dance floor, with musicians playing lively music. You were hit with the sudden urge to dance, to let yourself enjoy the night after such an exhausting day. So, that is exactly what you did.

You let your thoughts fade into nothing and allowed your body to take over. Twirling and swishing around the dance floor, your dress flowing just as you did. Eventually, your mother and brother joined in and you basked in the presence of your family. You were all still grieving, but at this moment, you finally felt like you would be alright, in time.

Later on in the night, after dancing, drinking, and laughing to your heart's content, the promise you made to your father rings in your ears.

You must share our court with the rest of the world. Please, Y/N. It is the last thing I will ever ask of you.

I promise, dad. I will share the beauty and knowledge of our court with the world. We will never hide again while the rest go to ruin. I promise.

You decide that your first act as High Lady will be to fulfill that very promise as a way to honor your father. With a deep breath, you head up to the palace steps, garnering the attention of everyone who has come to celebrate.

With a raise of your hand, everyone falls silent, waiting to hear what their newest High Lady has to say. You feel everyone’s eyes on you, and suddenly the crown feels just a little heavier on your head.

“Good evening citizens of Dusk. I hope that you have all been enjoying your night as I know I’ve had,” More people make their way to the front of the palace steps after hearing your commanding voice. “Before we end the night, I would like to make my first act as High Lady.”

“For many millennia, we have kept ourselves hidden from the rest of the world. We have watched as history forgot about our existence. We have remained silent as wars were waged, as the rest of the world suffered. We have done nothing when we have all the resources and abilities to help many others.”

You take a pause in your speech, looking around to survey people’s reactions, wondering if they would be against the idea you were proposing. But you didn’t see a single look of disapproval in the crowd so you continued.

“I made my father a promise before he died. I promised him that I would share the wonders of our court with the world. To help even more Fae and ensure their safety just as he has ensured yours.”

The crowd starts to cheer, excited at the prospect of finally being able to see the rest of what the world has to offer. “This dome has shielded us from the outside world. I hope that you will all join me in this new era of Dusk. The old ways of our court will fall with the setting sun. Come dawn, the rest of the world will know who we are.”

More cheers and shouts of approval ring out throughout the crowd, applause and cries of excitement feeding into your own confidence. You raise your hands to the sky and aimed at the dome that has been shielding your court for several millennia.

You reach into that power deep within yourself and mutter an incantation. With a thrust of your hands, your power shoots from the palms and into the night sky, manifesting as a glowing purple and pink column of light. It hits the inner layer of the dome, the spell that kept your court hidden from the rest of the world.

Your face scrunches up in concentration as you dive deeper into the well of your power. The depth of your power was unimaginable, you thought that it would never end. Slowly but surely, the inner dome crumbles. Cracks start forming from the point where your power made contact with it.

After a few more seconds, the dome is completely broken. Golden flakes fall from where the inner dome used to be, covering you and everyone else in gold glitter. You tip your head back to the sky and let the flakes fall on your face, relishing in the cheers and joy from the people around you.

The Dusk Court is no longer hidden.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

It was a peaceful night at the River House. All of the Inner Circle were gathered for the weekly family gathering and surprisingly, everyone is in attendance. Everyone has long since left the dining table. The sky is clear tonight, so the Inner Circle chooses to head to the backyard where little Nyx can stretch his legs and run around in the grass. Feyre and Elain both chase him around while the others choose to lounge on the chairs and sofas on the shaded patio.

Rhys looks at the sight with a contented smile, taking a sip of his second glass of wine.

“-as I was about to land a hit, the motherfucker decides to trip me using his spear. It was cheating! Admit it, I would have won if you didn’t play dirty.” Cassian recounts the sparring match he had with Rhysand from earlier in the morning.

“You forget that I excel in playing dirty, Cass,” Rhys says with a teasing smile on his face. The rest groan in unison at the innuendo.

Azriel sits in the seat beside Rhys, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. As usual, the Shadowsinger keeps to himself. In fact, he almost decided to skip coming to the River House entirely but he knows if he misses another meal he’ll get an earful from his family.

Yet, despite his reluctance on coming, he finds himself relaxing further into his seat, his shoulders becoming less tense and his wings drooping with every laugh and chuckle from his family. He closes his eyes for a bit, letting his guard down just a fraction.

These gatherings usually last the entire day, so Azriel figures that he could get some much-needed rest in the shade. The others continue on with what they’re doing for a little longer. After Elain catches Nyx in her arms, he manages to squirm free from her hold and squeals when his aunt and mother start chasing after him again. Cassian continues to tell stories they’ve all heard a million times, Mor refills Rhys’ glass of wine, and Amren sits a little farther, but still close enough to snark at Cassian from time to time.

Everything was perfect. The entire family is in one place, with no threats anywhere in sight.

Then it happens.

Something in the fae realm changed. A sudden shift in the balance of power that has been so carefully maintained.

Goosebumps rise all over his skin and all the chatter stops. He sits up in his seat, going tense once more, shadows dispersing to ensure that everyone is safe. All his friends are quiet. Even Nyx can sense something is wrong, running back to his mother and Feyre picks him up quickly, holding him close to her with a hand on his head. She heads to the patio with everyone else, Elain following quickly behind.

“Did you guys feel that?” Mor questions, confusion, and curiosity etched onto her face. Everyone shares the same sentiment, having felt the strange disturbance too.

“My shadows don’t report anything unusual. But they’re on edge” Azriel announces to his family, all of them sharing matching looks of confusion and worry on their faces.

It was an unusual feeling. Like something old and powerful was making itself known. Like a lion roaring its challenge or a wolf howling its victory, another apex predator telling everything around it that it is a force to be reckoned with.

It’s pulsing, this strange feeling. Like a heartbeat. As if it was a signal to inform every one of its location.

Strangely, Azriel felt drawn to it. He didn’t know why but instead of warning bells, this felt more like a beacon, a summons of some sort. As if something or someone was out there calling to him. He was tempted to shoot to the sky and follow it, see where it takes him. Nyx’s cry snaps him out of it, turning to face his family once more.

Amren, who normally remains unphased, seems just as worried as the others “We best get inside. Secure the house and figure this out from there,” Everyone shuffles out of their seats and heads back into the house, all of them wondering the same thing.

What the hell just happened.

#acotar #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #azriel #cassian #rhysand #feyre #azriel x you #a court of thorns and roses #dusk court

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domineering-light · 1 year

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Greetings, Cyra! I saw your post, and I would love to request an Arlecchino x reader. Enemies to Lovers trope, Reader is Tsaritsa's adopted child that "fell from the stars" (a descender? fallen angel? Who knows) and only wishes to change the world. And free it from Celestia and the Abyss, we could say that Reader somewhat resided in Khaenriah for a long amount of time enough to witness the downfall and a survivor. Although, they aren't cursed like Dainsleif.

Another motive would be freeing Tsaritsa from the burden of fighting Celestia themselves, and is readying up to become a weapon willingly.

Arlecchino and Reader would have this "I despise you, but fine I'll help you." Dynamic, they could be chaotically bantering when they're fighting something. Fake polite sarcastic remarks towards each other whenever it's a diplomatic matter, they'd even end up dancing together in a ball related to the fatui. (Maybe, Tsaritsa ordered or threatened Arlecchino to do so. Does she know? We'll never know.)

Since Arlecchino and Reader would end up together, Reader asks the question. "Are you absolutely ready to lose me when the time arrives? It's impossible for me to survive unscathed by then." (Hurt and Comfort)

In hindsight, the Tsaritsa is well aware of her child's intentions and it pains her to know that her child's ambitions include her. Hence, she does not interfere in the Reader's journey even if they meddle with hers and the fatui harbingers'.

Reader could also be on friendly terms and know the current Genshin characters, heck even Traveler. Lends them a helping hand every now and then, though would remind the Traveler they might use them but won't harm them too much. (Traveler's fine with it.)

Lastly, Arlecchino's love language is acts of service. From gifting and being a gentleman to literally annihilating people that is after the Reader.

The request is long, but I don't mind a short one. Just idea dumping, hehe. Peace!

{C u r t a i n - C a l l} _ Arlecchino

Skies, the endless clouds that folded into each other, the darkness speckled by timeless spheres of light, stars.

You did not know where you came from, what you were, you had no parents, you did not know your beginning. But She told you that you fell from the stars, that you were exceptional, a celestial, a god.

And so, you followed Her, she adopted you, you became her daughter.

You remember your homeland well, the land of khaenri'ah, it was beautiful. It sought for knowledge, knowledge that would soon destroy it. You remember well when "Gold" unleashed a terrible curse on the people that made them into monsters. This further drew the ire of Celestia, who razed the entire country to the ground after years of holding a grudge against the godless nation.

But that was five hundred years ago, and yet, even then, your Mother still held a grudge, and you were more than ready to do everything you could to aid her, even if it meant for you to give your own life, sacrifice everything, become a weapon.

This is how you got here, next to the Knave herself, whomst you despised greatly, and the feeling was shared, to say the least.

You had to go on a mission together, much to your chagrin; you had only observed her from afar. There was no need for interaction. Yet she seemed to believe otherwise, expressing such thoughts through unneeded insults and attempts at gauging a reaction from you, failed attempts considering you always remained silent then walked away, to which she would scoff and continue her duties.

One mission passed, and another, and then another, you tried to get to know her, simply because you had to.

But you still despised her, to you she was just some heartless person who deceived and brainwashed orphaned children into becoming mindless soldiers; and to her you were just some spoiled brat who is favored by the Tsaritsa for no apparent reason whatsoever.

Time passed, so so much time, enough time for you two to make amends, enough time to fall inlove.

And when the white winds of winter began to blow, underneath the pale glow of the full moon, as you swayed on chalky snow, you asked her:

“Are you absolutely ready to lose me when the time arrives? It's impossible for me to survive unscathed by then.”

“…What are you on about exactly?”

“When you decided to get together with me, you made the choice with full awareness that someday, I��ll be gone. So let me ask you once again before we proceed, are you absolutely sure you are ready to lose me?”

No response came.

You waited…

And waited.

Nothing.

“…I won’t let it happen, if you go, im going with you.”

“What if it was today, then…?”

More silence.

“Why are you asking me this, darling?”

“…Because I must.”

A Tear.

And then another.

You watched silently as the drops raced down her face, her face which you then held gently, starting to cry too.

“It’s okay Alrecchino, it’s all fine, you’ll get over it, you’ll find someone else, someone better.”

“No, I won’t, I made a promise to stay by your side until the bitter end. I will not leave until the curtain call.”

Enjoy your piece, dear anon!

#genshin impact #arlecchino x reader #gender neutral reader #reader #arlecchino #the tsaritsa

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mdoccallcenter · 5 months

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Meet The Crew

So, here are all of my Murder Drone OCs for this blog

Kate: You may ask her about her adoptive siblings or maybe you could get to know more about her past

Cyra: You may ask her questions about solver drones or any questions relating to her adoptive family

Nora: You may ask her Nuzi/Biscuitbites related questions or questions relating to her friends

Juliet: Pretty much the same as Nora but Oilrose

Evelynn and Daisy: Same as Nora and Julie but Doll x Lizzy/Dizzy

Serial Designation K: You may ask her things about disassembly drones or perhaps some things about her past when she used to be a maid at the mansion

Lucy: You may ask her any questions that her other friends cannot answer

Katra Louisa Elliott: The only human in the cast, you may ask her about her past In Elliott manor with K and how they both ended up on Cooper 9 after escaping the manor when Cyn massacred the gala in episode five

Cyanna: You may ask her things about her “mother” Cyn and her creation

Addison: Ditto of Nora, Juliet, Evelynn, and Daisy but obviously Purplemalice/Nori x Alice

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How It Works

The ask pretty much come in the form of a call to the characters and they answer your calls (major inspiration from @tadcccallmyocs ran by @know-it-all-and-all)

I may draw their responses whenever I can make the time for it

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jazzyrazzy157 · 3 months

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Ori and Cyra (KND x Ocs Au: NG)

•Rasp and Ellis’s Kiddos (Rasp and Ellis are Ocs of mine)

•Ori is a chill and carefree man who have a habit for being a bit of a slacker while Cyra is more like her mother (Ellis) with but less pissed off and more of a want for order and stability

•Ori is older than Cyra

•Ellis is a tough but caring mom while Rasp is a fun loving and chill mom (HC: Rasp is the dad figure)

#codename kids next door #knd #knd ocs #knd au #fanchilds #next generation

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nirawrite-holab-if · 11 months

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Can’t believe this question has yet to have been asked…… Facts about Astas mother 😳. What was she like with Aedh, Asta and her siblings ? What would she think of all her grandkids ?

Oh yes...😳 Asta's mother

•Cyra is alive and "well" But far from the kingdom.

•She descends from the high elves (the only elves who can communicate with the gods through magical rituals)

•She supported and was an active part in the movement to dethrone Asta when she became pregnant with the MC

•She and Aedh were friends before they got married (for political reasons) unfortunately the marriage was not very good for them and the friendship did not survive.

•She is only proud and has some level of affection for Silvina, the others she considers disappointments (mainly Asta and Rigan) She conceived them only because it was her duty.

•She doesn't care much about her grandchildren. She doesn't think about them enough to have an opinion, you know? Not even about the MC (okay, she finds the MC weird) but just that. I promise.

#answered ask #mc #the siblings #the grandfather #the uncles and aunts #cyra #heir of light and blood

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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Just remembered another classic RO ask: What if the ROs saw someone trying to flirt with the MC but the MC was utterly oblivious to it, and once MC happily approached them and the ROs asked them about it, a baffled MC responded sincerely 'Why would I notice anyone flirting with me if it's not you?'

Koda: A bright smile catches his lips at the admission, warmth sparkling deeply within his gaze. “Really?” He places his hands to his chest, a happy little buzz running through his body like a live wire. “Can you tell me when we’re flirting next time? I don’t want to miss it.”

Scarlett: A singular brow arches, emerald eyes glinting with thoughts that she’d probably never share. “I wasn’t aware our conversations could be constituted as such.” She turns away then, though you think you notice the beginning of a smile starting to curl her lips, and snaps her fingers. “Let’s get going. I believe we have everything we need, correct?”

Cyrus/Cyra: “We’ve been flirting?” They tilt their head, genuinely perplexed, as they assess you. “When did that start and how did I not notice it?” Confusion quickly gives way to deep contemplation as they mull over their own question— clearly getting lost in whatever thoughts were plaguing their mind. Their next words being muttered in a low murmur, confusion riddled within each syllable. “Was I flirting?”

Quinn: “Is that right?” A gentle smile quirks their lips, even as they’re pointedly ignoring their swell of pride within their chest due to their wolf, and gesture for you to come closer to them, not wanting to continue moving on without you next to them. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind for next time. Wouldn’t want to be the only not noticing something.”

Caden: “W-What!?!” Silver eyes widen completely, cheeks flushed a brilliant red as they flounder for any form of a proper response. “W-Why would I flirt with you? That’s highly inappropriate! I-I’d never do such a thing.” They turn away then, hoping that you wouldn’t be able to notice the clear lie that just left their lips. “We must be going. I promised I’d send a report off to your mother.”

Sloane: They huff out a laugh, arms crossed over their chest. “Work on that line in the mirror?” Turning to look at the path ahead of them, a disgruntled frown falls across their brow. Clearly not happy with whatever they’re seeing— or possibly because of what you said? It’s entirely possible that you’d find yourself alone in the next moment; it wouldn’t be the first time. However, Sloane turns back to look at you with an expectant expression. “Ready to go?”

Blake: “Is that so, angel?” A salacious grin tugs their lips upward, violet eyes glinting with familiar fire. Without hesitation they pull you into their embrace, wrapping you in a firm, yet gentle, hold. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” It’s softly whispered into your ear and, if you had been able to see their expression, you’d take note of the softness it now held— something they’d never be able to stop from feeling towards you, even if they weren’t ready for you to see it yet.

Reginald/Regina: “You’ve been noticing what now?” They turn to stare at you, eyes wide in shock. “Have I been putting the moves on you without even realizing it?” An expression of mortified horror etches across their face. “And you’re still talking to me? I’m either smoother than I thought or you’re a lot nicer than I realized.” Turning around, they begin to move down the hall, though you’re able to catch their muttered statement. “For my egos sake I’m going to say it’s the former.”

#midnight sun #asks #crushing stage (as some of the ROs probably would have stepped in during the relationship stage)#ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: sloane addams #ro: quinn grant #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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bemercifuls · 6 months

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( MOZHAN MARNÒ, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER. ) could that really be CYRA TULLY, the RULING LADY of RIVERRUN entering the keep ? king’s landing is sure to benefit from the FORTY ONE year old’s ability to be both NURTURING and COURAGEOUS, but beware, whispers also say they have been known to be SELFISH and BLUNT. their loyalty belongs to HOUSE TULLY and they SUPPORT the notion of peace throughout westeros. / ELLE, SHE/HER, 25, EST.

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full name: cyra ( sigh-ra ) tully.

nickname: cy.

official title: ruling lady of riverrun, lady paramount of the trident.

age: forty one.

gender + pronouns: cis woman + she/her.

orientation: lesbian.

allegiance: house tully.

spoken language: common tongue.

religion: the faith of the seven.

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faceclaim: mozhan marnò.

eye color: brown.

hair color: brown.

dominant hand: left.

height: 5′10″.

build: slim.

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father: ruling lord grover tully, deceased at 50.

mother: ruling lady shera tully nee tbd, deceased at 29.

siblings: none.

relationship status: happily married to the ruling lady tully nee arryn.

children: sabine massey nee tully, kasia tully, & tbd.

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weapon of choice: her words but she's also secretly good with a sword.

moral alignment: chaotic good.

inspired by: catelyn stark / brienne of tarth, rosa vasquez ( shazam ), eowyn ( lotr ), bail organa ( star wars ).

common tropes: i am not my father, mama bear, the power of family.

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cyra was the only child born to the ruling lord and lady of riverrun. her father was very obviously upset over the birth of a daughter, especially when they'd been trying for years and their victory came in the form of a curly haired lady. she grew up constantly trying to prove her father wrong, except in ways she found represented her - so when he would arrive home with a suitor, it was common for her to roll her eyes and question if they could best her in battle, she would be theirs. the situation ever only went two ways, the first in which they would call her mad and be on their way... the second would take her up on the challenge. there was only ever once she was beaten in combat but simply replied, " you have earned my respect, my lord, but my heart is not easily won. " ( would loooove a plot for this like suitor turned bestie who she respects a lot hello ?? )

she was a spitting image of her mother, more so in her attitude and free spirit than the curls that often appeared red in the sun. those curls, those beautiful curls that she came to be known for were from her father and it created a resentment in her that he was never able to compliment them like her mother often would. losing her mother so young was one of the hardest things cyra had to go through, especially with her father's distance. she did not care what other lords or ladies thought of her but her father's constant disapproval caused whatever motivation she had to be his perfect daughter out the window. it didn't help that everything she defied him in was something that made her genuinely happier - not worrying about being his heir, who she would marry or what would be of her because she would make it so.

from that moment on, she was adamant about living the life she chose. she did not care for status or power but warmth in her bed and love in her heart. cyra began to spend time devoting to the only orphanage in the riverlands and would spend coin to give them better resources, much to her father's dislike. when the aldrich family was lost to a fire and their daughter left an orphan, cyra didn't hesitate to offer the lady kasia an opportunity to join house tully. she wanted to give her wealth to those who needed it most and give love to those who had lost their own. not a replacement, gods no, but a safe home with someone who cares for them. cyra never expected to one day be called mother, but it was certainly one of the best days of her life. she did the same when she found sabine and gave the same offer to them as well as every other child welcomed into the tully home, coming to adore all her children with her entire heart.

the baratheon rebellion complicated things. her father would display her like a prize to be won and she had never felt so angry. angry that his desperation was so obvious and that she was who had to suffer for the betterment of their house. if their house relied on her misery, then it would die with her and never be carried on ever again. maybe that's what her father deserved. despite her own anger, cyra had a future to focus on with her children and wanted to do whatever could be best for them. however, this entire time she had fought so hard against betrothals for multiple reasons but the strongest was she herself was in love. there would be no match for her other than the lady arryn and she wouldn't hear anything else.

the greatest surprise yet was her father's approval. cyra gives credit to her wife for the moment, thinking it was due to marrying a house in equal standing ( even more so with their baratheon alliance ). she had waited her entire life to receive his approval and had felt proud of him for the first time ever when he decided to fight with their forces. cyra remembers the night she waited in their hall, staring at the door and feeling the sadness wash over her when one of their advisors broke the news of his death. they had always had a complicated relationship but cyra mourned him greatly.

in the years after, cyra has made it a priority to give her family the opportunities she was never given. " family, honor, duty... those are house tully's words. never forget what word comes first. " she would often tell her children as they grew, always honoring where they came from while teaching them about their house and the values she had. they could either call her cyra or another term of endearment if mother was too strong - and yet, they all warmed to the word in time. she never stopped donating to the orphanage and does her best to keep a mind of what's happening in the riverlands. cyra is incredibly prideful of her home, her family, and how far she's come.

cyra is an extrovert at heart but rarely has the desire to converse with strangers... or most lords, honestly. she often finds herself bored with court discussions and things of the southern region, having a big distaste for house baratheon but she tries to be polite. is a huge momma bear even if you're not her children and is an incredibly safe space for talking shit about the king ! she thinks most traditions are stupid and is kind of judgmental about a lot ... also if you are mean to people in front of her, she'll remember and she'll make sure you know she remembers.

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wanted connections.

suitors / failed betrothals from her youth. preferably 40+ but could be a bit younger, she just would have been a little meaner about it !

alliance besties. cyra is not a schemer by any means, but westeros is annoying in some of its traditions and laws so these would be people who are like minded in that sense or essentially people who just think the king kinda sucks !

enemies. could be people who offered suitors for her kids and she was like nah, maybe someone she made fun of for something idk she does that a lot, or someone she won a bet over ? idk you tell me !

an old sparring partner. cyra is secretly an incredible swordsmen and used to train frequently as a young girl, so i imagine this is someone she bragged about being able to beat in a duel and either did so or got close ! she hasn't trained in years and it would be cool if they hadn't seen each other in a while and the first time they meet again they're like " wanna duel ?? 👀 "

honestly anything ! there's little i'm not open to and you never know what will happen until you ask !!

#swordintro #wanted to get this out first <3

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starlightshadowsworld · 10 months

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Little cousin AU

Aka Heath Burns is canonically cousins with Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde.

And this is just a whole ass AU where their all just close and Heath being a protective older brother figure to them both.

Family backstories in this AU.

Heath's mother is Abigail Burns née Blake and his father is James Burns.

Jackson and Holt's mother is Cyra Jekyll née Blake and their fathers are Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde.

Abigail and Cyra are sisters.

They are both fire elemental monsters.

The Blake sisters were infamous at Monster High when they attended.

Cyra was wicked smart, she was a spit fire who never took shit from no ghoul.

Abigail was a trickster, she was more mellow back than but she fought every fight to win.

Their parents were never around for either for them, so far caught up in their own lives they forgot they had children.

The Blake sisters were as thick as theives and they were trouble.

And trouble always has a way of finding trouble.

Henry Jekyll was a rather odd kid, a new student who was originally from Londoom.

He was a normie who had ancestry with monsters.

And had wanted to see if he could awaken his heritage.

... And he did a lot more than that.

Edward Hyde came into creation.

It took a time for the two to co-exist peacefully but from their they were inseparable.

Henry and Edward were both ostracised at Monster High.

Considered neither normie nor monster.

But made an unlikely friend in James Burns, head of the Casketball team.

Who had asked if Henry would be open to tutoring him as he was failing Clawculus.

Henry, reluctant but agreed and the two ended up becoming good friends.

James would continue to look out and talk to Henry, even turning on his own team when he found them bullying him.

Few people wanted to mess with the guy who's self proclaimed body guard was a powerful fire elemental and one of the best Casketball players in the school.

Edward was suspicious of James in the beginning but they too would become good friends.

James didn't gave any family, he was an orphan and the three of them were a lot like brothers.

So much so, James would tease Henry and Edward on their crush on Cyra Blake.

They were academic rivials, competing head to head for test scores and grades.

Little did the duo know Cyra had a crush on them.

Abigail ends up meeting up with James, knowing he's Henry and Edward's best friend and the two make plans to set their siblings up.

Their meddling proves to be successful, and in doing so they end up getting to know each other.

And falling for each other.

The group were close, becoming a family to each other and riding out on a high for the rest of their time at Monster High.

But things weren't the same after graduation.

James was kicked out of the orphanage once he turned 18.

Cyra and Abigail's parents had left them the house and moved to Sacris.

Henry and Edward were disowned from their normie family.

They saw Edward as unnatural, as a disgusting monster who had possessed their dear Henry.

Unable to accept that Henry and Edward were both good people, a human and a monster co-existing.

Abigail and Cyra bought their boyfriends to their house. Living together for the first few years after graduation while everyone tried to pick themselves up move on.

Cyra, Henry and Edward eventually moved out.

Abigail and James married.

And a few years later as did Cyra, Henry and Edward.

Henry was on track to be a doctor, Edward was a writer. Cyra was in university to become a lawyer.

Abigail became a lab technician and James was working as a chefs apprentice.

It could have all ended their, that could have been their happily ever after.

But tragedy struck years later.

The group were having a picnic at a local park. Henry was pushing Heath and Jackson on the swings.

Heath was around 5 and Jackson who was turning 4 soon.

Edward switched with Henry to push the kids.

However, a group of normies saw. People who were close to Henry's parents.

And had heard all about their rants and ravings to everyone who would listen that their beloved son Henry had been possessed by monsters.

And had followed them here, and we're only further angered seeing the normie looking Jackson "in his wicked clutches."

Edward was attacked by normies trying to "cleanse him" his friends jumped into help but it was an ambush.

By the time they were able to get to Edward, now Henry he was gone.

The normies cheered that they had freed him, before running off in terror at James, fully flamed out as a giant monster roaring and yelling.

They tried to get Henry to a hospital but it was too late.

Cyra was heartbroken, James never fully recovered losing his best friend. And it was Abigail who got everyone back home safely and took charge.

Arranging the funeral, encouraging her sister to move back in with them and holding both of their hands as they all mourned their beloved friends.

Heath, already protective over Jackson and Holt took it upon himself to look after and protect them. They were his cousins, his little brothers now.

Jackson doesn't remember the whole incident but he and Holt wouldn't leave Heaths side for a long time.

Only seperated when Heath headed to Monster High but joined him soon enough.

Unfortunately the normies involved were never charged and got off scot free.

Cyra moved across the street from her sister and James, though they have all remained close.

They all carry Henry and Edward's deaths and raised their kids as siblings more than cousins.

Heath remains a protective older brother and in time and with therapy Jackson and Holt were able to find their footing and shine.

#little cousin au #Jackson Jekyll #holt hyde #heath burns #Heath's parents #Jackson and Holt's parents #henry jekyll #edward hyde #Monster high

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