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Ignored
summary: after neteyam has to take training more seriously to be the future clan leader, he ignores y/n leaving her upset and angry at the sully boy.
1.5k words, fem!omaticaya reader
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You knew that Neteyam’s duties would eventually trump you, but you didn’t think it would happen oh so fast. It had been a month since Neteyam started properly training to become a warrior. A true member of the Omaticaya, and you felt his absence abruptly.
It wasn’t like he was gone often, but it meant the special moments he usually spent with you, were spent flying with his parents, learning to shoot and be an agile hunter both on foot and in the air.
You missed the moments where he would take you to his favourite trees and climb to the top, to sit and talk for hours. The moments where you both would go to the waterfalls to swim on a sweltering day. You missed the moments with him.
No one else felt it like you. You acted as if he had died and Lo’ak told you that bluntly. But they just didn’t understand, it wasn’t that you missed him, it felt as if he was ignoring you.
He told you he’d start training, and nothing would change, he’d still spend time with you. What a fucking liar.
Walking out to his favourite tree you felt the breeze against your face. The way it cooled down your body it also cooled down the anger you felt within your bones.
Because you were mad at him, and mad at the way you missed him because of something so dismal like not being able to hangout with you in the afternoon. You knew the reason you missed him so much was because you secretly craved him. You secretly hoped he thought of you more as a lover than a friend but he was beginning to treat you as nothing more and it ached.
It ached through your muscles, your organs, your bones, your body was sore with the pain Neteyam was creating in your heart with his absence.
Sitting on the top of the large tree you both usually sat on you felt the tears well in your eyes. You told yourself it was the harsh breeze making your eyes water but even you didn’t believe yourself. Closing your eyes, you laid on were a large branch connected to the trunk. It was peaceful up there. Listening to the sounds of Eywa’s creations made you feel calm.
Calm enough to let your emotions loose. The emotions you’d try to bottle into menial anger and pettiness, but the feelings were deep, they were gut wrenching. You cursed yourself for crying over him, but what were you to do. You loved this man, and he was off leaving you to love alone.
If Neteyam knew that you were crying over him he’d fall onto his knees and grasp onto you while he begged for forgiveness. He loved you so much, so so much.
He knew that his time spent away from you was hurting you especially when he had a specific conversation with Lo’ak only a week ago.
“Bro I literally am begging you to see Y/N.” He was confused when Lo’ak came into the tent grumbling and groaning about you.
“What do you mean?” Confusion painting his features.
“Bro she acts as if your dead, like your out training for a couple of hours and she goes all crazy. ‘Have you seen Neteyam, What’s Neteyam up to?, Is Neteyam doing alright? Neteyam Neteyam Neteyam blah blah blah.’ You have to hangout with her at some point before she hunts you down while your training.” He made little voices and hand movements while mimicking your queries about Neteyam.
He couldn’t deny the guilt he felt for ignoring you so much, but he also couldn’t help but blush at the way you were constantly thinking about him.
Reminiscing back on that conversation with Lo’ak, Neteyam made time today with his father’s permission to not train today to spend it all with you. Walking towards you’re tent he realised you weren’t there.
“Where’s Y/N?” He asked your mother who was sitting down busy making a herbal mix.
“She said she was going to the forest.” Neteyam thanked her and headed out to where he assumed you’d be. He hoped you’d be there.
He couldn’t deny he’d seen you less. He was just so busy, training, going on raids and still having to babysit his siblings he was so tired.
All he wished was to spend a day with you in his arms and forget about the burdens on his shoulders as you washed them away with your caring words.
Neteyam continued to go to his tree, he spotted a blue figure resting in the seat on the trunk and smiled to himself knowing it was you. Jumping from branch to branch with ease he began to climb, the noise startling you.
Noticing the noise, you looked down noticing Neteyam. Wait. Neteyam?!
He couldn’t see you like this. Your face snotty and tearstained, your eyes puffy and wet. For someone who’s been craving him for a month all you want now is to jump out of the tree headfirst and avoid him like the plague.
“Y/N! I found you.” He cheered but his smile dropped when you turned around to avoiding looking at him. “Y/N?” he called for you again now reaching the part of the tree where you sat.
“Shouldn’t you be training?” You didn’t mean for it to come out so mean but it did. Your voice was dripping in venom, but it still couldn’t hide the sniffles and you subtly wiping your eyes.
“Are you crying?”
“No”
“You’re a liar.” He chuckled but that word it flicked a switch in you. Liar. He was the fucking liar.
“You’re the liar Neteyam!” You turned to him revealing your tear-stricken face. His face seeped concern as you yelled at him with such raw undeniable emotion in your voice.
“I don’t understand.” He quietly said resting a hand on your damp cheek before you moved your face away from his touch.
“You’ve forgotten about me. You said- You said nothing would change! You’re a liar Neteyam! You told me that we would spend time together. You’ve forgotten about me and I’m just a friend to you Neteyam. A friend to talk to once a month to still feel like you are friends. I can’t do that Neteyam.”
He was dumbstruck he didn’t think Lo’ak was lying but he did think he was over exaggerating your calls about him. He felt dumb, how dumb to make the woman he loved feel so unattended to, so unloved. He felt like an idiot watching your heart crumble in front of him due to him piercing through it.
Before he could talk in response your mouth was open ready to fire a verbal assault at him.
“I can’t be without your presence so long, and I feel like a dumb idiot because I’m crying over some fucking boy who can’t give me the time of day. But I want you so much Neteyam, I beckon with Eywa everyday to have you brought to me like you were before. I want you in my bones and you have ignored me. It drives me so insane.” You yell at him rage on full display like a painting in a museum for millions to view and stare in awe.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I beg of you to forgive me.” He turned his body to face you fully. Using both his hands to cradle your face he stared deep into your pained eyes.
“You are no idiot, I am. For treating someone I treasure so deeply like this. I promise my dismissal of you was not my intention. I would never intend on avoiding you. You are my rock and my world, I build my life around you, my hopes, my dreams they all contain you. Please don’t think you are just a friend to me because if I had to treat you as just a friend I’d go crazy.”
“Y/N I see you”
Neteyam was starting to tear up as you cried into his palms. Crying harder now as you processed his words you crashed into his warm chest. Yu were tired, tired of crying, tired of worrying, tired of hoping. You just wanted to feel at home and home right now was Neteyam’s embrace.
Feeling your weight on top of him he wrapped his arms around you tightly. So tightly his arms hurt but he didn’t care. He peppered the top of your head with kisses while you sniffled into his chest. Soothing hands ran down your back as you wept into him.
“You’re such a dickhead.” You mumbled into his chest letting out a breathy laughed followed by a small sob. As sad as you were right in this moment you never wanted to let go of the feeling of being in his arms.
“I’ll be your dickhead.” He smiled down at you continuing to hold you in his arms.
And he was sure to never let you out of arms reach again.
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authors note: i missed writing for neteyam so i whipped this up. it lowkey might be my fav fic. hope you enjoy!
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tìyo’
tìyo’ [tɪ.ˈjoʔ̚] n. perfection
Anonymous Request: Could you write a neteyam x reader as she fell first, he fell harder trope and by harder I mean him literally being obsessed with her (in a good way ofc)?
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Though our clan was large, it was not so large that I did not grow up knowing all the other children my age, and those my older brother's age, as well.
Neteyam wasn't my brother's friend, per se, but he did run in similar circles; after all, they were small circles. My brother was unimpressed with the chief's son, but he was unimpressed with most people, so it wasn't surprising.
I paid Neteyam little to no mind until we were older. Lo'ak was my age, but we scarcely interacted, though I thought he was a nice boy, if not a little reckless.
In our pre-teen years, Lo'ak and I had come together by happenstance; going on the same hunts, choosing our ikrans on the same day, finding out we had common interests and overbearingly perfect older siblings.
In our growing, still casual friendship, it was then that I really noticed Neteyam.
At first, I was just impressed and somewhat intimidated by him. Even though he was barely 17, he was the best hunter in our clan, by far. He was also an impressive fisherman, skilled at weaving nets and tossing his spear, and on top of it all, he seemed, from our limited interaction, kind and caring.
Lo'ak complained about him, but I knew they were close, and he admired his brother, the way I did mine. It was almost a resentful admiration; our brothers possessed qualities that were admired by all, that we didn't possess.
Neteyam was a model eldest son, admired by all and rarely admonished by his parents - Lo'ak was a little wild, erring on the side of breaking the rules.
No'vu and I had a different dynamic. He was the wild one, with a free spirit and very little care towards what others thought of him. I had always been more reserved and buttoned up, cautious and a little anxious, and I envied his relaxed demeanor.
It brought Lo'ak and I closer, as friends, and afforded me more opportunities to be around Neteyam. And every time I was near him, my crush deepened, until I was nearly 21, and the crush was turning into something more; something I was almost growing worried about.
Because I didn't think he had really noticed me, and wasn't sure he ever would.
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All of the responsibilities that come with being the oldest son of the Olo'eyktan had nearly taken over Neteyam's life, and by the time he was approaching 23 years old, he realized how all-consuming they had become.
His father was still young, very healthy, and would be their leader for years to come.
Neteyam felt now that he was ready to step back from training, to live a life and find a mate, and enjoy himself before true responsibility sat on his shoulders.
It wasn't easy to approach his father and tell him this, but surprisingly, Jake understood. Maybe years of focused training had paid off, plus, Jake did mention this would afford him more time to focus on Lo'ak, who he sometimes worried felt overlooked.
The next morning, Neteyam woke up feeling directionless. Without a rigorous schedule to follow, he wasn't sure what to do with his time. His father had woken Lo'ak up early for a hunt, and he knew Lo'ak would be equally pleased and pissed, so Neteyam simply rolled out of his hammock and grabbed something to eat.
"What will you do today?" Kiri asked, and Neteyam just shrugged in response. "Come help me then," Kiri said. "No'vu and Y/N's mother is ill, and I'm paying her a visit."
With nothing really better to do, Neteyam agreed. It would be interesting to watch Kiri work, and he hadn't spent much time with her lately. He knew No’vu, but hadn’t been aware the wild Omaticayan man a sibling. Y/N was an unfamiliar name to him. He wondered if she was as brash and fearless as her brother was known to be.
When they arrived to the family's home, Eik Te lay on the floor, covered by a blanket, with her daughter at her side. She appeared to be asleep at first, but Neteyam noticed then that her eyes were open, just barely. She looked beyond sick - she looked gravely ill.
Kiri knelt by her side, next to Y/N, who was holding her mother's hand. No'vu was pacing outside the hut, and their father, Onpxew, was nowhere to be seen - likely hunting or fishing for the family.
"How is she today?" Kiri asked, and Y/N tried to muster up a smile, glancing up at Neteyam.
"Better," she said. "She said a few words, drank a little water. Better than yesterday."
Kiri sighed. "Good, that's good."
She rummaged through the basket she had brought, pulling out different powders and liquids, mixing something together. She felt the woman's forehead, focusing. "Her fever seems to be going down. I think this will pass, but it may be a few days yet before we can be sure."
Y/N nodded, looking stoically down at her mother, who's eyes were open a little wider now.
"Thank you, Kiri," Eik Te said, her voice dry and slow, and Kiri shushed her.
"You just get better. Step outside with me, Y/N," Kiri said. "Oh, also, this is Neteyam. He's learning a little about healing today."
Y/N stood up, and nodded to Neteyam. "We've met," she said.
Neteyam was sure that was true, but he didn't remember this woman - which surprised him.
When she stood, she was taller than average - much taller than Kiri, likely taller than her mother, and most other women in the clan. Her eyes were wide, a beautiful amber, and the spots around them danced even in the day light. Her hair was long, nearly to her waist, braided in tiny braids that looked like they must've taken days to complete.
As they walked, she carried herself with assuredness and grace. As she and Kiri spoke outside about her mother's condition, he watched her round lips move over straight, white teeth.
He had never seen anyone so beautiful. He tried to remember her, but nothing was coming to mind. Had he truly met her, and overlooked her?
Before he knew it, Kiri was saying her goodbyes, and Neteyam felt obligated to say something. "Let us know if you need anything, Y/N. I'm happy to hunt for you, or bring you more blankets and rugs."
Y/N smiled, and it was stunning, practically stopping his heart. "Thank you, Neteyam."
Next to him, Kiri was rolling his eyes. "I just said that. Let's go." She pulled on her brother's arm, and reluctantly, he followed her.
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After that day, Neteyam saw Y/N everywhere he went. She was at the fire pits when he brought in a kill, and she was ascending to ride her ikran at the same time as him; she was even at the same swimming hole. When he wasn't running into her, he was thinking about her, and asking Kiri for anything she knew about the girl - which wasn't much. Just that she was quiet, seemed very much unlike her rash older brother, close to her family, and a very talented ikran rider; one of the most impressive in the clan.
Neteyam obsessed over her, going over every detail of her again and again in his mind; her tall stature, her soft, light voice, the concern in her eyes when she spoke to Kiri about her mother; he even dreamed about her at night.
He wondered what he had thought about, before he met her, and he wondered how it was possible that he had never before noticed someone like her.
Four days later, they were finally able to speak, when Neteyam ran into her just outside of Home Tree.
"Y/N," he said, jogging over to her. "How is your mother?"
He could see the relief in her eyes as she smiled. "So much better, thank you! Kiri is a miracle worker. I am trying to think of a gift for her, actually. What would she like? I could make a necklace, or…”
Netyeam blurted out the first thing he could think of. "A friend."
Y/N's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Well that's certainly an easy gift to give. After all, Lo'ak is already a friend."
Lo'ak was friends with Y/N? Since when? Jealously sparked in Neteyam. "Sit with my family, at the feast tomorrow. You can... talk to Kiri," he said. But of course, that wasn't why Neteyam wanted her to join his family.
She reached out, touching his arm just momentarily, and he froze up at her gentle touch. "I'd be glad to! Come find me before, so I don't wander around looking for you."
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Mom was still tired, so the rest of my family was staying behind and skipping the celebratory feast, but my father insisted I go - especially after he found out I had been asked to sit with Lo'ak's family.
Or should I be referring to them as Neteyam's family?
Our meeting earlier had been so strange. The nervous energy around Neteyam was catching, and I felt a little anxious as I dressed for the feast. Mom painted my face, down to my chest, and the moment she was done, No'vu was announcing Neteyam's approach.
Wanting to avoid an awkward encounter with my family and the eldest son of Taruk Makto, I charged out of our alcove to meet Neteyam, waving and calling goodbye over my shoulder.
Neteyam looked stunned to see me charging towards him and I stopped, a little embarrassed at my eagerness. "Sorry," I said when I reached him. "Mom is still feeling a little sick. I didn't want to disturb her."
"Oh, sure," Neteyam nodded, and an awkward pause surfaced between us that I was unsure how to get over.
When I was with Lo'ak, he did most of the talking. Neteyam was a little more quiet than his younger brother.
"You look beautiful," he said, and my jaw nearly fell open.
I had been trying to figure out all day why Neteyam would invite me to sit with his family, as the idea of him hoping I would become friends with Kiri seemed unlikely, but I couldn't sort out another motive.
It seemed impossible that it could be because he wanted to spend time with me. After all, I could tell the other day when he and Kiri had come to visit mom, that when I said we'd met before, he had no recollection.
It had stung a little bit, but ever since then, he'd been looking at me so funny every time we ran into each other. If I didn't know better, I would've thought he was staring, but I couldn't figure out why.
"Thank you," I replied, casting my eyes downward. "Let's go!"
He extended his hand, and eagerly, I took it.
As we walked, Neteyam asked me about my ikran, and even though he couldn't have known, it was the easiest way to get me to open up. I talked about her the entire way; our first meeting, our best rides, everything we'd accomplished together and how much I loved her.
"She's my best friend," I said with a shrug. "I know that's kind of silly but she's just, so wonderful. You'll have to meet her."
"I would love to," Neteyam replied with a smile.
The festival was well underway when we arrived at the Tree of Souls, the drums pounding, the smell of spices and fresh food in the air.
Pulling my hand, Neteyam wove his way through the crowd, to the Tree of Souls, where his family and those closest to them sat.
Neteyam nodded to his father, who nodded back. "Father, this is Y/N, daughter of Onpxew and Eik Te."
"How's your mother?" Jakesully asked.
"Thank you, Olo'eyektan," I replied, touching my hand to my forehead, then lowering it as I bowed out of respect. "Much better, thanks to Kiri." I turned to smile at his daughter, who smiled back. Lo'ak, standing just next to her, waved, a confused look on his face.
"That's good to hear. Join us."
We stepped up, and I took a seat just next to Neteyam, between him and Kiri.
"I'm so glad your mom is doing better," Kiri said. I reached out and touched her shoulder.
"It's thanks to you! You'll have to stop by, she'll want to see you again when she's feeling fully herself."
Kiri smiled. "I will!"
Lo'ak leaned forward. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"
I had to laugh, because it was so like Lo'ak to be blunt. Anyone else saying that would have made me feel awkward and out of place, sitting here with this prominent family, but Lo'ak was just genuinely wondering.
"Neteyam invited me. I haven't seen you much lately, so I had to make new friends."
Lo'ak rolled his eyes. "And of all people, you had to keep it in this family."
I shrugged. "I like this family."
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Neteyam's father gave a long speech about the prosperity of The People, and Neytiri and Nina sang a beautiful song, and afterwards, the dancing begun.
Before Neteyam could ask Y/N himself, Lo'ak had swept her into the dance floor, leaving Neteyam to stand and watch, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed.
"What's wrong with you?" Kiri asked, trying to follow Neteyam's gaze, but the dance floor was moving too fast.
Then, she saw it. Lo'ak, spinning Y/N around, the both of them laughing and having fun. She'd always wondered if Lo'ak was secretly in love with Y/N, but the more she observed the two, the more she saw it was a poor fit, and neither of them was interested.
What she saw in Neteyam's eyes was very different. He was jealous of Lo'ak.
"You like Y/N," Kiri said.
"Of course I do. You've met her," Neteyam replied matter of factly, and Kiri laughed.
"I have. She's great. Lo'ak thinks so too, but he doesn't like her that way. He would have told her."
Neteyam narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't look that way to me. I didn't even know they were friends."
"How? She's one of his closest friends. You didn't notice?"
“I don’t know,” Neteyam said, reaching behind his head, shrugging at his sister. “It’s like I never saw her before.”
“Well, do you see her now?” Kiri asked, trying but failing to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
Neteyam’s arm fell to his side, and he sighed. “She’s all I see.”
"Well, just tell her," Kiri replied, and Neteyam snorted.
But... it wasn't a bad idea.
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Lo'ak and I had been spinning around for far too long, and I was growing tired. We returned to his family, but Neteyam was no longer there.
Lo'ak and I sat down, and he handed me a drink.
"Neteyam invited you to join us?" Lo'ak asked.
"Yeah. He came with Kiri the other day, to visit mom, and he's been like... acting a little funny since."
Lo'ak narrowed his eyes. "Hm." That was the extend of the wisdom he had to offer me, and I wish he was Kiri instead.
"Do you want to dance?"
I whipped my head around to see Neteyam standing over me, extending a hand, and I clambered onto my feet as fast as my lanky limbs would allow, grabbing his hand in the process, allowing him to lead me back into the crowd.
This dance was slower, more traditional, and though Neteyam knew all the steps and fell in sync with everyone else, I was a little unsure, and a little behind, fumbling over my feet. With Lo'ak, I didn't care, because I knew he didn't take it seriously - but Neteyam was so precise and perfect, I didn't want to mess up.
Halfway through the song, we were brought together again, his arm around my waist and mine around his neck. "Let's take a walk," he whispered, and without hesitation, I nodded.
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Away from the crowd, the night was cool, and the paint we were adorned with glowed in the darkness, along with the forest around us. We walked quietly, our hands still entwined, and finally, Neteyam spoke.
"I must apologize to you, Y/N," he said, stopping us in our tracks. I turned to face him.
"What for?"
"The other day, in your home, you said we had met before, but I... I didn't remember meeting you before."
Though the words weren't a surprise, they stung; it meant I had spent years having a crush on someone who hadn't even noticed me, even though we'd frequently been in close proximity.
"That's okay, Neteyam. I'm just your little brother's friend. I don't know all of No'vu's friends either."
He shook his head. "No, but I should have noticed you, Y/N. I was busy with training, and preparing to lead the clan, and just recently I told my father I want to take a step back from all that. To enjoy life, to form... relationships."
To find a mate, he was saying, without saying it.
"And I think, if I hadn't been so focused, I would have noticed you. I can't believe I didn't before. Something about you..." he trailed off, staring down at me, and I wondered if he could hear my heart wildly beating in my chest, or feel my hand growing cold and clammy inside of his.
"Well, I noticed you," I said finally, as he searched for his next words. "I mean, of course everyone knows who you are... but when I became friends with Lo'ak, I really noticed you."
Finally, Neteyam's nervous face relaxed, slowly replaced by a teasing smile. "Oh yeah? What did you notice?"
"Well, I was only like 14, so at first not much. But then I noticed how handsome you were becoming, how skilled you are with a bow and a spear, how kind you were towards your family and friends... I had a crush on you, when I was 17."
"And now?" he asked, the teasing smile growing even wider still.
"Oh, I still think you're handsome," I replied with a laugh, giving him a playful shove.
"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on, and the kindest as well, and I'd like to spend every spare moment from now forward getting to know you better," Neteyam said, and I could tell after, he was shocked that he had said it.
"Okay," I replied, unable to hide my smile.
"Okay?"
I nodded. "Let's do that. Spend time together. Get to know one another. I would like that." The joy I felt in that moment was undeniable, and overwhelming.
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Neteyam's heart was going to leap out of his chest and onto the forest floor. He had blurted out exactly what he wanted - to spend every moment of every day obsessing over every small detail of her life that she was willing to share - and she had agreed to it.
She had eagerly agreed to it. He knew it was impractical to worship the ground she was walking on after only a few days, but he didn't care.
He was going to make this woman his mate, he knew it. He was going to fall in love with her - it was already happening.
"You are perfection," he said, reaching up to touch her face as he had been dreaming of doing. He ran his fingers along her jaw, over her cheek, down her nose and over her lips, and she closed her eyes, allowing him to. It sent a shiver up his spine.
No amount of time with her would be enough, but he would take anything she would give him.
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Genshin boys reaction to finding you crying due to a person (Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Scaramouche)
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Childe:
Makes sure you’re comfortable with talking about what happened whilst he assures you that everyone cries and feels down sometimes.
Once he finds out who hurt you, he’ll say that he’s going to get some of your favourite food as a treat.
Of course, he does get the food.
However, the person who dared hurt you found themselves injured and alone… all at Tartaglia’s mercy.
After he makes sure he got ‘revenge’ for you, he happily returns with your favourite food and drinks.
You don’t question or scold him for his tiny injuries, probably guessing that he’d had a fight with someone on his way back with the food.
Though of course you insist for him to let you patch up any cuts.
The rest of the day would be spent laying around with him as he refuses to do anything apart from stay with you.
He tells his fatui agents that he’s dealing with an emergency at home so they’d need to do stuff themselves.
They probably don’t believe it’s an emergency but they do what he said.
Zhongli:
Very understanding, would happily do anything you need that is in reason.
Would say he can’t go to work for the day, not specifying why to anyone.
Makes you hot chocolates (I doubt many people dislike them but if you do dislike them then he makes you milkshakes or something you like that’s similar).
"Would you… like to indulge in a hug?”
Makes sure you’re wrapped up in blankets with accessible food and drink nearby.
Waits until you’re asleep and goes to have a chat with the person who made you sad.
Will subtly threaten the person to either be nice or leave you alone with a piercing glare towards them.
Comes back home as soon as he could, stopping off on the way back for something he could cook that you’d enjoy once you wake up.
Obviously says to put the bill on Wangshu Funeral Parlor…
Kaeya:
Decides to take the day off work but subtly explains to Jean so he doesn’t get yelled at by Amber calling him a slacker when he next comes into work.
Very caring but happens to feels slightly uncomfortable since he isn’t very good with feelings and often hides behind a mask of deceit himself.
Will hug you all day.
Doesn’t go drinking that day because he wants to stay with you.
Eventually (and quite reluctantly) he does have to let go of you.
When he does, he makes you some food and brings you water.
He’ll offer to get you something from good hunter as well.
If you accept then he’d find the person who made you sad and threaten them with a warning—but in a Kaeya-like way.
If you don’t accept then he’ll insist.
Diluc:
He is not having it.
You probably won’t be able to tell if he’s panicking or he’s angry.
He’s probably both.
He freezes on the spot for a moment before quickly hugging you whilst patting your back lovingly.
He kinda has a hard time not showing his anger but he manages to whisper that it’s alright with a small smile.
After you finish crying, he’ll ask you what happened and who made you cry.
After you tell him, he’ll nod and call Adeline to come to the current room you’re in together.
Once she arrives, he’d say he’s not working today and that he would like if she could look after you briefly whilst he goes out quickly to ‘Inform anyone who needs to know that he’s not going to work today’.
She probably knows that he’s going to hunt someone or something down but says nothing and nods with a smile.
Now he knows that you’re in safe hands, he’ll be finding that person who made you upset immediately.
He kindly tells them to ‘keep to themselves if they have nothing nicer to say’ but then he’ll mutter ‘Or you’ll find yourself in trouble with the whole of Mond’
He runs home to get to you after, buying literally anything he can think that’ll comfort you; overpriced or not.
Scaramouche:
He’s annoyed, not at you; but at the fact someone even thought they could speak to the one person who never betrayed him in such a way.
Revenge comes first.
He would want to comfort you first but he wants to make sure that human doesn’t exists anymore so you can never feel so sad ever again.
He would usually just send his agents to get rid of the person but he decides if they hurt you so bad that you cry all day then he’s going to be sending a new test subject to Dottore.
So, he orders some of his slightly-higher ranking soldiers to kidnap them and deliver them to his fellow harbringer, calling them ‘a gift for one to do the worst shit he can do with them’.
Depending on your personality, he either does it in front of you (if you’re the type to want revenge) so you can feel at ease or he’ll do it from the shadows (if you tend to feel bad for people a lot no matter how bad they are or how mean they are to you) so you can feel at ease that way.
Doesn’t really know how to comfort you so he probably lets you do whatever you want and doesn’t say much apart from somewhat sarcastic-yet-loving comments he’ll say out of nowhere.
Too lazy to do anything for himself so gets some poor officers to do whatever he says.
He lies to them by saying he’ll ask the Tsaritsa to give them a raise (he won’t, and if they ask about it again then he’ll say that the Tsaritsa did not have time for such and her recruits said no for her).
Doesn’t want them to get very close to you or himself so he tells them to leave about half an hour after he requested help.
Xiao:
You took ages to call him but you eventually did.
He came immediately, hearing the cry in your voice.
He thought you were hurt psychically at first and then he noticed the idiot in front of you as the person making you cry.
He was literally about to leap at them when he realised they were a human.
He still wanted to leap at them but quickly grabbed you in bridle style.
‘Stay away from [Name] if you don’t want trouble, such scum as yourself should not taint such a soul of purity and warmness. If you know what’s good for you then you better apologise.’
The person runs away crying apologies whilst he strokes your cheek and wipes away any tears.
Probably scolds you for not calling him sooner but also for making him think you were hurt psychically.
Teleports home.
Can’t comfort for the life of him, probably accidentally says something like ‘It could be worse’
Will get whatever you want.
Scared that you’ll disappear if he leaves for one second.
Literally asks Zhongli for advice once you’ve fallen asleep.
He gets told to stop his work for a day… he has no idea whether he can bare to or not.
He eventually manages to keep himself away from his usual work because Zhongli ended up ordering him to in the end..
Manages to fall asleep for the first time in like ages cuz you’re hanging onto him and he feels safe w/ you in his arms ‼️
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Thanks for tagging me, @mobloomspell!
last song I listened to: Speed Drive from Barbie
currently watching: I'm not watching anything right now, unless you count the anime I haven't finished from last season (Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyers and Tokyo Mew Mew New 2nd season) that I still plan on finishing, but haven't touched in weeks/months. I spent almost all summer away from home doing fieldwork and watching tv didn't fit in with that. I came home yesterday, but I'm still pretty busy, so I don't know when I'll have the chance to catch up with anything new.
currently reading: Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu got a new chapter this morning and it's what keeps me going week to week. I love it so much, it's my favourite ongoing series and one of the best manga I've ever read. I'm also keeping up with The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All, although I might put it on hold since I hate how short the chapters are (the reading experience gets too choppy), Fantasy Bishoujo Juniku Ojisan to, which has had some very interesting developments in the latest chapters, Daddy's Sexy Dolls, which you'll know about if you read my yuri post, Akebi-chan no Sailor Fuku, which is insanely good and has had some exciting developments as well - we're moving full speed towards yuri with that one, and My Girlfriend's Not Here Today, also from my yuri post/adventures. For older works I'm halfway through Nijigahara Holograph. I don't like it that much, Asano Inio has never done anything for me, and then I'm reading Pink by Okazaki Kyoko, which I adore, although I've only read a few chapters so far (I had to put it on hold since I couldn't find all of them earlier in the summer, but now I got them and I'm excited to continue!!!).
current obsession: That new Hunter x Hunter promotional video brought back all my Hunter x Hunter feels... It's horrible... It's one of those series I have to keep some distance to, because if I don't I literally cannot function, I spend all day thinking and crying over it. It's the same with NO.6 (which also made a return to my life in the form of Nendoroids) and Kaze to Ki no Uta. Besides that, I've been getting into and reading a whole lot of josei manga, which has been a lot of fun! Okazaki Kyoko (mentioned above) has become a new favourite author of mine, her stories are very raw and real. Moyoco Anno has a similar style, and I'm interested in checking out more works from Yamashita Tomoko. There's also Okazaki Mari, who I've heard and seen good things from! I've spent almost all summer reading, whenever I wasn't working or being social, and I'd love to continue, there's so much I want to get into!!
I'm tagging @theurbanfuturesoftherecentpast, @ihearasound, @itskyatto, @celia-the-pikachu, @nezoomi, @cookiecthulhu, @akroglam, @natsunes and @kuragawa-rumiko
#tagged#thanks for the tag i always love answering stuff like this!#if anyone sees this and would've liked to be tagged pls pretend that i tagged you to play along
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Some interesting things to note about the Church/cult of Bhaal:
Dogma: Bhaalists believed (in their sick and twisted way) that every murder committed strengthened holy Bhaal. As a result, they viewed murder asboth a pastime and a duty. Bhaalists were required to deal death once in every tenday during the darkest period at the heart of the night. If imprisonment or
other constraining circumstances made this impossible, they had to murder twice for each death missed. In accordance with the Lord of Murder’s teachings, Bhaalists strove to ensure that before they died, murder victims knew who was killing them and that their death was in the name of Bhaal.
Novices of Bhaal were charged as follows: “Make all folk fear Bhaal. Let your killings be especially elegant, or grisly, or seem easy so that those observing them are awed or terrified. Tell folk that gold proffered to the church can make the Lord of Murder overlook them for today.”
Day-to-Day Activities: While Bhaal also encouraged the pursuit of personal wealth and hobbies, in the main, Bhaalists spent their nights performing murders and their days preparing for murder (procuring or caring for weapons, journeying to the appropriate site, praying to Bhaal for success, sleeping under guard so as to be fully awake for the hours of darkness, eating, training, praying for spells, and the like). Many served as assassins, bounty hunters, and mercenaries or in organized brotherhoods of men and women in such professions.
Priests of Bhaal enjoyed killing for its own sake but tried not to murder indiscriminately. Much time and thought went into the planning of not just the dark deeds, but the implications of killing this or that individual. The church tried to eliminate all rivals and those who stood against it, to be sure,
but also strove to enrich itself by frightening common folk into placing offerings of coinage and valuables before Bhaalists and by taking care to let economically and socially important individuals live unharmed. High Primates spent much of their time planning the proper strategies of manipulating nearby rulers, inhabitants, and organizations into the deeds and behavior that the Bhaalyns desired.
from Faiths & Avatars by Julia Martin circa 1996
Pretty much what it boils down to is, yes, being a member of the Church of Bhaal meant you were going to be murdering people quite often. Once a tenday in fact. However, majority of murders weren't indiscriminate or randos off the street. Targets are often picked and their murders planned out. The point of this was to not only feed Bhaal's bloodlust literally but also through fear, awe and material offerings. On the topic of offerings, while they may stay an assassin's hand at the moment, I would like to think it's not immunity from being a target in the future. Tell folk that gold proffered to the church can make the Lord of Murder overlook them for today --- suggests such; you can live for another day or ten. But eventually the mercy and grace run out.
When it comes to Ithaca's place in the church, it's not incorrect to say she's pretty much a nepo-baby (afterall she was made to pretty much be Bhaal's anti-christ). However, she still devoted her time and energy to the cause, securing her place.
Her duties beyond just murder were (though perhaps not limited to) torturing, preparing for and leading rituals, plotting hits, picking targets, and even helping High Primates in their manipulations that served the Bhaalists and Bhaal.
It was her cunning, charm and cruelty that served as her best weapons --- tools that brought about surges of inspiration through the Church of Bhaal and all it's factions. It wouldn't be uncommon for her to travel to different fortresses and temples to offer aid or for her own missions.
It would be a lie to say that Ithaca didn't enjoy being revered and respected the way she was when part of the Church of Bhaal. Oh no, she absolutely reveled in it! Granted she still lived under the ever watchful eye of Sceleritas, making sure she followed her path, which for the most part she did. Rebellion came in the form of details such as how a task was completed, when it was completed (still before a deadline), occasional going off script. Perhaps through her own genius or sheer dumb luck, things seemed to most of the time somehow work in her favor though she was not immune from scoldings and punishments when they did not.
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The first crush
Dear best friends,
I’ve been thinking a lot where I want to start this storytelling endeavour. In the hopes of reflecting on the road that has taken me to where I am today, I feel like I probably should start at the beginning. Or at least as far back as I can remember these days. The first boy I can remember having those feelings for that I couldn’t quite place.
There were many (probably age inappropriate) boys and men who awoke feelings in my pre-pubescent and teenage mind, but none more than Pacey Witter on Dawson’s Creek. Pacey (played by 90s heartthrob Joshua Jackson) was a misunderstood and hurt bad boy who had a mean father and no mother who loved him, but despite it all he was a warm and kind soul who loved and respected his friends and girlfriend Joey. He was an academic underachiever who used humour to cope with his emotional pain, and 12 year old me was absolutely smitten.
The trope of the broken bad boy who was able to reform only to give his entire heart to the girl least likely to love him back became the first example of unlikely love that I experienced such a specific example of. And after this I spent literally 10 years trying to live up to this ridiculous standard for love that these teen shows were peddling us in the late 90s/early 2000s.
It became ridiculous to the point that I was trying to recreate scenes from the shows that I could remember, so that I might be able to act out those scenarios in real life. For example, I would purposefully sit by myself in the school hall and try to look sad or wistful just in hopes that my crush might notice and come sit with me. Of course this never happened because 12 year old boys don’t have an ounce of finesse or nuance in the body, and most likely they called me a weirdo for sitting alone.
I spent many years cursing that I was born in stupid Norway, and not in some small New England town where everyone at my high school worked cool minimum wage jobs and had mansions with huge windows all the teens could climb in and out of at all hours of the night. My dream of going to an American high school was also exacerbated by the fact that I had cousins in the US and that dream was never really more than a few options away. I used to daydream about lockers and pep rallies, football players named Brad and Skyler, driving licenses at 16 and last but not least DATES! My goodness, all I wanted was to be asked out on a date. Norwegian boys didn’t ask girls out in that way and they certainly didn’t take you out on dates.
At the beginning of the new millennium I was faced with a different prospect, when my mother started seeing a man who lived in Los Angeles. Like, LA!! If we were to move there, chances were I could go to high school with celebrities and movie stars. And I would be one step closer to literally all of my crushes, the fictional boys from my shows who didn’t even really exist. But in LA I was sure to find a suitable replacement, right?
But then, as it happens, life moved on. LA became a distant memory and I started high school in Oslo instead (where I once again was hopelessly in love with a guy who didn’t like me like that). I slowly started to mature and understand what a pipe dream the US had been, and that I perhaps was better suited to Norway anyway. But Pacey Witter will forever be the boy that changed my perspective on boys, and awoke something in me that no boy had done before.
Honourable mentions include: Nick Carter, Ian Somerhalder in “Young Americans”, Ryder Strong as Shawn Hunter on “Boy Meets World” and Scott Foley as Noel on “Felicity”.
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Trumped By Justice 4:
USA'S TOP CAREER CRIMINAL ELECTED MAYOR OF GITMO
– gallery & playlist by the Lone Antifa
– crazed rant by the Canuck Crank
One of DON VETO TRUMPLEONE'S most famous declarations is this venerable gem: "Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV." We are now witnessing the mutation of this sacred proverb into: "Gaslighter. Insurrectionist. Traitor. Defendant. Felon." One of his most recent pronouncements shows just how nervous he is becoming: “IF YOU GO AFTER ME, I’M COMING AFTER YOU.” Of course, this is merely insolent trash-talk from an arrogant 10th-rate FAILED MOB BOSS. Talk is cheap – and Loud Boy TrumpTalk is the cheapest of all. This TOXIC TODDLER has spent his whole life throwing tantrums; there's no reason to think he'll stop now.
Accordingly, why should we mince words? The wretched ATTENTION WHORE IN CHIEF is clearly the most disgusting white collar career criminal in American history. If his country's legal system cannot hold him to account, the nation will become an international laughingstock – and will stand sadly embarrassed, as a country that is BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR. It would be disastrously idiotic to let him get away with so many obvious crimes. Without genuine and forceful justice, America will never fully heal from the ruination visited upon it, by so many years of MAGA-GOP dirty tricks.
The GRAND QAnon PARTY is no longer merely just another political cabal; that ship sailed at least four decades ago. They are now a RADICAL FASCIST SUBVERSIVE movement, hell-bent on overthrowing democracy – and exploiting Congress to cover up their sleazy machinations. Some of the most treacherous GOP politicians, including Gym Jordan, Matt Gaetz, Paul Gosar, and MTG, participated in a December 2020 White House meeting aimed at strategizing how to overturn the election. The fact that such treasonous scoundrels are currently lawmakers, enabling them to bully innocent people with endless dumbass tribunals, is yet another reminder that American politics has become a dreadfully unfunny MONTY PYTHON SKETCH.
The GOP's latest strategy is to deflect attention from their complicity in BENEDICT DONALD's massive coup plot, by any underhanded means necessary. Their asinine investigation into Hunter Biden's LAP DANCE with ethical lapses is just this year's edition of BENGHAZI and BUT HER EMAILS. Meanwhile, not one of these sleazebags is demanding that JARJAR KUSHY get investigated for enabling Saudi tyrant MOHAMMED BIN LADEN to evade responsibility for ordering the hideous butchery of whistleblower JAMAL KHASHOGGI. That would certainly explain how such an inept slum landlord and COVID SUPER-SPREADER earned that infamous $2 billion we keep hearing about.
Meanwhile, MAGA FASCISM is no longer quietly creeping. It is haughtily trotting, and will soon be merrily galloping – and not long after, will be recklessly goose-stepping full tilt. But I am fervently hoping that this RED STATE MENACE will not win the day. Some fear that the MANCHURIAN CANTALOUPE's ongoing incitements could possibly trigger worse violence than the 2021 insurection. To that, I say: let's test that little ol' theory. Seriously, if Americans don't stand up to these malicious and heartless NEO-NAZI BULLIES, the country will never be restored to sanity.
The most recent example of MAGAMERICAN MADNESS is the revelation that some TEAVANGELICALS are now dissing their very own LAMB OF GOD. According to the editor of Christianity Today, some church-goers have belittled some of Jesus' teachings as being "TOO WEAK". They evidently consider passages from the Sermon On The Fricking Mount to be the biblical equivalent of "LIBERAL TALKING POINTS". I kid you not! In other words, extremists of the RELIGIOUS RIGHT have literally embraced idolatry and apostasy – and you can bet your collection plate that Trump apologist Franklin 'JUDAS PRIEST' Graham won't be denouncing this outrage anytime soon.
Some on social media are hoping this miserable gang's ringleader will be executed for treason. While I empathize with their reasons, I would much rather see the DARK LORD TRUMPELTHINSKIN live to be 100 – in a maximum security gated community. That way, while he's busy making license plates full of typos, he can contemplate the immense duplicity, treachery, and stupidity that got him locked up. And shrinks can study the festering stew of his mutated psyche to learn how such a MORONIC SOCIOPATH got away with so much blatant chicanery for so very long.
Despite my profound disdain, I have tried to avoid wasting good quality hatred on this obnoxious specimen – not always successfully, of course. But once in a while, I even manage to have a smidgen of compassion for the VULNERABLE CHILD that he must once have been – before he was so viciously warped and dehumanized by his sociopathic father. Nevertheless, once he reached the age of accountability, COMBOVER CALIGULA made far too many wrong choices – with the enthusiastic help of Mafia lawyer Roy Cohn and right-wing propagandist Rupert Murdoch. He is now without excuse, and has only himself to blame for his impendings downfall.
His Capitol Riot trial promises to be the most important court case in American history – so I hope it will be televised. If it is, PRECEDENT TRUMPERY will be sure to insist on testifying; he won't be able to resist, because it will give him so much undivided attention. The witness stand will be his biggest-ever bully pulpit, and he will sieze the opportunity to use it – to make his ultimate campaign speech. He will then proceed to systematically sabotage his own case, with every second word he utters. It will be the funniest courtroom scene since Bogart's tour de force as demented CAPTAIN QUEEG in The Caine Mutiny.
It's abundantly clear that every time DOUBLE AGENT ORANGE opens his nasty deceitful pie-hole – during speeches, interviews, and social media posts – he delightfully INCRIMINATES HIMSELF further and further. But clearly, DA FEDS already have a bigly yuge amount of his recorded public utterances – including his entire TWITTER/X account. The should be more than enough to help put him away in DA BIG HOUSE for life. So what useful purpose is served by allowing him to keep on bleating his poisonous blather?
Letting him freely spout off enables him to INCITE MAGANUTZ to more violence – such as the recent wannabe Biden assassin who was dispatched by the FBI. He keeps on getting away with spewing threats that would get ordinary citizens hard jail time for contempt of court. Leaving him free to keep blabbing lies, grievances, and boasts also gives the appearance of an ENTITLED SPOILED BRAT being awarded special treatment. Therefore, on balance, I think it's wiser to give him an outright GAG ORDER, and then lock him up immediately if he violates it – which, of course, he inevitably will.
As I write this, it has just been reported that a Grand Jury will be convened soon in Georgia. This will presumably result in election fraud indictments for CHEETO BENITO, RUDY COLLUDY, WHINGEY GRIME, and a dozen or more other NEO-FASCIST CLOWNS. And in Washington, the Department Of Justice has embarked upon the most astonishing legal battle of this century. Meanwhile, the DEFENDANT IN CHIEF's addled MAGA-GOP MINIONS continue to utterly disgrace themselves with their deranged ongoing support of this malevolent sub-deity. The ideological toxic waste of their incurably diseased party richly deserves to be flushed down history's industrial toilet, along with their DEAR LEADER'S catastrophic Whine House residency – which, if there is any justice, will be officially annulled and expunged.
Americans who showed up to vote against this gaggle of rogues have nothing to be ashamed of. Unfortunately, there are still multiplied millions of Yanks who are either delusional, willfully ignorant, gullible, or just plain STOOPID. Add to that the estimated 80 million eligible voters who are so apathetic, cynical, and/or nihilistic that they can't be bothered to get off their complacent asses to vote – and you have a recipe for a catastrophic FASCIST TAKEOVER, as GOP governors ruthlessly plunder and crack down on one state after another.
It's amazing to ponder how much damage has been done to the USA, all because a bunch of ill-informed and misled voters were dumb enough to believe the fantasy version of a fictitious billionaire businessman that they saw on TV. How will they feel if THE DON somehow regains the WHINGE HOUSE, changes the national anthem into the CELEBRITY APPRENTICE theme song, trashes all of Biden's CLIMATE CRISIS progress, and helps VLADASS POUTY annihilate Ukraine? I hope they'll be FU@%ING PROUD of themselves.
If America can't put such a barefaced con artist, psychopath, and traitor away for the rest of his unnatural life, it will be time to write off the DIVIDED STATES OF AMERICA as a tragically failed experiment. But personally, I think multiplied millions of Americans are now courageously stepping up to this herculean task – so I refuse to give up hope. If citizens of good will can persevere, I do believe the "BETTER ANGELS" of their embattled country are eventually going to win out.
I may be a mere smartass Canuck outside agitator, cheering from a safe distance. But I want to do whatever I can to encourage all decent Americans to closely watch the upcoming trials – overseen by fearless Special Counsel JACK SMITH, and gutsy Georgia D.A. FANI WILLIS. For those of you who need more good reasons to take a stand against attacks on democracy – or who simply want to access some entertaining resources that may inspire hope, activism, and even optimism – I invite y'all to check out the links below. And may God bless and protect the USA.
DON VETO RIDING HIS GOLDEN ESCALATOR TO OBLIVION
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/730286574529626112/trumped-by-justice-5-don-veto-riding-his-golden
SACRIFICIAL RITE OF DA BIGLY STABLE GENIUS
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/653860772025417728/trumpery-swan-song-act-4-sacrificial-rite-of-da
DA GANG DAT COULDN’T COUP STRAIGHT
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/639339651499474944/photo-gallery-the-coup-before-christmas-meets
FUNERAL PYRE OF THE MAGAMERICAN MESSIAH
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/650853914324992000/trumpery-swan-song-act-1-funeral-pyre-of-the
CIVIL WAR JUST AIN’T WHAT IT USED TO BE
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/652682070929326081/trumpery-swan-song-act-3-civil-war-just-aint
DON VETO’S LUNACY HOLDING AMERICA HOSTAGE
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/665917596709912576/trumpery-swan-song-appendix-don-vetos-lunacy
CLEAR & PRESENT DANGER: A POTUS ABSENT WITHOUT LAW
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/657180468385546240/resistance-tribute-part-1-clear-present-danger
CRUEL REQUIEMS FOR THE BIGLIEST SORE LOSER
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/663916506082623488/resistance-tribute-part-5-cruel-requiems-for-the
ANTIFA ARTS THERAPY FOR USA’S DAY OF RECKONING
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/672616628600635392/antifa-arts-therapy-for-usas-day-of-reckoning
SAVAGE EPITAPHS FOR THE RELIGIOUS WRONG
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/153445482915/savage-epitaphs-for-the-religious-wrong-by-the
THE TOXIC DANCING TROLL THAT HAUNTED AMERICA
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/688829628127805440/the-toxic-dancing-troll-that-haunted-america-by
INVASION OF THE BIBLE SNATCHERS
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/41086231312/an-angry-messiah-is-not-a-nice-concept-or-a
FAUX NOISE GETS A SURPRISE COMEUPPANCE
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/170478882655/faux-noise-gets-a-surprise-comeuppance-by-david
RUDE AWAKENINGS FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE GRIFTER
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/705684336822894592/gallery-1-still-champion-2-the-essence-of
ALRIGHT MR. DEMILLE, I’M READY FOR MY PERP WALK!
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/713382295673929728/trumped-by-justice-part-1-mr-demille-im-ready
AMERICA’S WORST SEX PEST FINALLY MEETS HIS MATCH
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/718184769630994432/trumped-by-justice-part-2-americas-worst-sex
TRUMP PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARY NOW OPEN TO PUBLIC
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/720157024444383232/trumped-by-justice-part-3-trump-presidential
WHEN THE ARTS DO JUSTICE TO RESISTANCE
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/659380468858355712/resistance-tribute-part-2-when-the-arts-do
THE LAST CRUSADE OF UNCLE SAM’S ACTIONEERS
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/177613773630/the-last-crusade-of-uncle-sams-actioneers-as-we
USA DEFIANCE & SURVIVAL MANIFESTO
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/178087639820/usa-defiance-survival-manifesto-part-one-by
HOW END TIMES PORN WENT MAINSTREAM
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/99606825810/how-end-times-porn-went-mainstream-by-david-d
THE UNQUOTABLE TRUMP GOES ROGUE
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/631721452658425856/the-unquotable-trump-goes-rogue-part-1-multi
THE VEGGIE BOOK OF REVELATION
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/708476766552047616/gallery-1-thus-saith-the-lord-of-vegan-hosts-2
THE ORANGE SKULL’S BIGLY YUGE VENDETTA
https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/82625540293/the-orange-skulls-bigly-yuge-vendetta-by-the
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Return of the Hawk
Chapter 17
Something was off. If he was honest, he was confused, which was his usual state of mind. But this was a different confusion. A few hours ago, her scent was leading North. But now, it was leading him West and smelled slightly different. It was like she was trying to mask it. Smart. Not effective. But it was a good try. Unfortunately for him, if this bird-girl was trying to cover her scent, that meant she knew she was being hunted. Someone had tipped her off. He needed to have another chat with a certain short, dark-skinned, pretty, Thanagarian. I really hate those bird-people.
Shayera sat on the balcony railing to Bruce's room…her room for the time being. She pulled the oversized sweatshirt over her knees, protecting herself from the brisk morning air and watching the sunrise in the distance.
Moments ago, Shayera heard Bruce enter the adjacent room and fall into bed. Now she could hear him up and about, getting ready for the day. How he was able to function on two hours of sleep, she did not know. Maybe he really does have coffee flowing through his veins, Shayera thought.
But Bruce's habits weren't why she was staring into the distance instead of catching up on much-needed sleep. No, the kiss had her mind racing. Like, Bruce kissed her. Batman kissed her. She had just been kissed by Batman and Bruce Wayne. And she loved it – loved it. It was driving her crazy. She didn't want – she didn't have time… "Argh!" Shayera dragged her hands through her hair in annoyance. She needed to talk to someone about these feelings. Usually, she would talk to Diana; but if she appeared before the princess now, Shayera was 100% sure that Diana would run her through with a sword. Actually, Shayera was positive that, at one point, the beautiful Amazon harbored feelings for the billionaire. So…there was that to consider.
But who was she kidding? Again, she had to remind herself, I have no time for this. She didn't have time for kisses and feelings and emotions. Shayera had the Thanagarians, Gordanians, and an intergalactic bounty hunter to worry about. She needed to get back into fighting shape. She refused to sit idly on the sidelines while the league battled her demons. Her demons were her responsibility, no one else's. Feelings of love and desire and emotions can wait. She had a fight to prepare for.
Bruce stared blankly at the accountant…or manager… person giving the report. He could not care less about what the guy was saying. He was exhausted. Not because he spent his nights fighting thugs and entertaining teammates. Bruce was exhausted because he spent his nights tossing and turning in bed, thinking about the female in the next room.
Bruce had never, not once in his life, behaved like a lovesick puppy. He never had to. Girls flocked to him; they followed him in droves. They fought for his attention. Literally, it used to happen all of the time in high school and a few times in college. Even if he smelled like garbage, girls would still swarm him. (He knew this for a fact; he tried it in high school to prove a point to his friends.) But now, he was at a loss. He never actually had to work for a girl's attention. And, he had Shayera's attention. Bruce just didn't know what to do. Usually, he was the emotionally stunted one in relationships. This was new territory.
For example, Shayera ran away after he kissed her. Again, new territory, as no female had ever run from him before. They ran to him. And – how much longer was this guy going to be talking? They'd been in this conference room for over two hours. It was dinner time, he wanted to go home – and wow, was his mind all over the place today. "So, what do you think, Mr. Wayne?" Bruce stared, just now realizing that all eyes at the conference table were on him, and he had not heard a single word. "Uh…I…"
"What I think Mr. Wayne is trying to say," Lucius Fox spoke up for him, "is that he is excited for this project and would love to hear more about it. So, if you could drop a business plan off at his office by the end of the day, he would be most pleased."
"Yes," Bruce agreed, giving him his award-winning CEO smile that had fooled many people so many times.
"Thank you, sir," the presenter all but bowed to Bruce.
"How about we pick this up tomorrow, and we call it a day." The rest of the board agreed and filed out of the room. Only Lucius stayed behind.
"So, who's the girl?" Lucius asked once they were alone.
"Excuse me?" Bruce asked.
"Bruce, you excel at masking your emotions, but I know you well enough to tell when something is bothering you. I also know the face of a man whose world is turned upside down because of a female."
"You're not wrong."
"So," Lucius Fox grinned, "tell me more. Did you sleep with her?"
"No," Bruce answered exasperatedly. "You do know that most of the time, I pay women to say I slept with them, right?"
"I know. I know. I'm kidding."
"I did kiss her."
"And…"
"She ran away." Lucius burst out laughing. "Thanks," Bruce deadpanned.
"I'm sorry," Lucius said between laughs, "I never thought I'd see the day when a girl rebuffed you. Did she literally run away?"
"Yes," Bruce admitted, a little embarrassed. Lucius laughed even louder. "It really isn't that funny."
"Does Alfred know?"
"He's been texting me one-liners all day," Bruce held up his phone grimly.
Lucius laughed before asking, "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Bruce leaned back in his chair in exhaustion. Shayera, the Thanagarians, Lobo – what was he going to do? He honestly did not know. But, it was time for him to begin planning.
"I don't know what to tell you, Lobo," Lieutenant Issi growled to the intergalactic bounty hunter. "You should have anticipated how difficult this may get."
"I thought this bird-girl was an outcast. Now you're telling me the Justice League may possibly be helping her?"
"I didn't think they would be a problem for someone of your caliber," Lieutenant Issi said via hologram. "But if you are not up to the task-"
"I am more than capable of-"
"Then get it done!" Lieutenant Issi shouted, obviously enraged. "And don't contact me until you have her." With that, Lieutenant Issi canceled the connection and disappeared.
Lobo turned to the silent Thanagarian standing beside him. "Your leader is a piece of work, you know that?"
The bird-girl said nothing. She continued to stare, deep in thought. "The Justice League has a shapeshifter. Maybe he is pretending to be her."
"Even if he is pretending to her, he wouldn't be able to copy her scent."
"I don't know. From the files we have on him, he's pretty powerful…and handsome."
"I have never come in contact with a shapeshifter who could mimic the scent of another."
"Whatever," Chey-Ara shrugged. "You know best." She began to float a few feet off the ground.
"Wait," Lobo said, "what do you do during the day? Where do you hide?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," the female hawk replied with a smirk before taking off into the night sky.
After Issi ended her call with Lobo, General Trogaar of the Gordanian army appeared on the main screen in the room. "Where is the prize you promised us?" General Trogaar demanded in a gravelly voice.
"You will have your prize as promised," Lieutenant Issi spat at him.
"When!"
"When we get her!" Issi yelled.
Katar, who had been standing behind her the entire time, rushed forward and said, "Three weeks. We will have her for you in three weeks. The heroes of Earth are hiding her at the moment."
"Then maybe we should pay a visit to Earth," the Gordanian general said.
"It is under our control," Issi said, "your help is unnecessary."
"If – "
"We're done," Issi said, canceling the connection.
Katar glared at her before asking, "What are you doing?"
"Leading."
"How dare you behave so rudely! Are you out of your mind?" Issi growled at her husband. "We are trying to reach an entente with the Gordians," Katar grabbed her upper arm. "What you just did can be taken as an insult." Issi rolled her eyes at Katar. "I mean it, Issi," he snapped, "you need to think before you act!"
Issi swore in response before squaring up to Katar. "You do not order me."
"You will thrust Thanagar into another war we cannot afford!" Katar yelled.
"Do not question-"
"If Shayera were here-"
"Shayera is not here! I am! I am in charge! I will be the next great ruler of Thanagar!" Issi screamed at him.
"Then stop acting like a petulant child, making enemies wherever you go!" Katar shouted in her face.
Issi pursed her lips together. She hated to admit it, but Katar was right. "What do you suggest I do?" she asked calmly.
"Call the general back and apologize. Tell him if we need help, we will not hesitate to contact him."
"Fine," Issi relented. Katar gave a satisfied nod before turning away from her. "And Katar," she called. Katar turned to face her as she continued. "If you ever compare me to Shayera again, I will not hesitate to kill you."
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13461097/1/Return-of-the-Hawk
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I can have . A little of journaling . Just for a treat
I KNOW it’s too late to be doing this but I GOTTA. I went to the lake for Sydney’s birthday and the 4th of July. I don’t think we have time to unpack all of it but we’ll do our best.
When I got there it was awkward and everyone was tired and the vibe did not improve. I felt weird and anxious and then Hunter got there and I felt extremely weird and extremely anxious. Sydney Kyle Rachel Cynthia Hunter Day Clarissa(?) Marianna and Christian were all there (Ruth and Rogel came the next day.) we sat out on the boat and it was awkward and we went swimming and it was less awkward. Nenny took us out to swim in the deep water and watch the fireworks and that was nice. We went back and had a fire and played For The Girls. I got draw whatever I wanted on Hunter’s face so I just wrote “hi mom =)” across his cheek because I couldn’t think of anything better. He took a picture of it and sent it to his actual mom and later made it his profile picture on Instagram. He looks cute in it. Everyone went inside but I went out on the dock and laid down to look at the stars (which I do every time I’m there.) Hunter came and laid down next to me and it didn’t feel as weird anymore. We talked about the stars and then went inside. More on that later. Eventually Day and her friends went home and the vibe improved immediately (no offense to them it just didn’t work out.) we went to bed and I had trouble sleeping all night but I got to sleep in Sydney’s parents bed and I felt so comfortable and safe and I got to sleep until almost noon which was perfect. Kyle had to rush out to go to work and then it was just Sydney Rachel Cynthia Hunter and I. We ate waffles, sat and talked inside, and the girls went to the dispensary. When they got back, we tanned in the boat, Hunter and I made out in the living room for a very long time, and then we eventually drove over and got ice cream and picked up our gas station pizza. We listened to Pizza Party and the Shia Labouf song on the way back. We ate pizza and then hung out until Hunter had to leave. We kissed goodbye and I went inside. Ruth and Rogel got there and we went on a walk down into the cul de sac and back while they smoked and then Nenny took us out swimming again. We played Never Have I Ever in the lake and swam around and then took a boat ride and listened to music. I felt truly blissful. Nothing mattered at all. My favorite people were with me, I was outside, I was safe and calm, and I got butterflies every time I thought of the afternoon. We went inside and played We’re Not Really Strangers (a little) and Sydney told Ruth and Rogel about Poland. We cleaned up a little and then Rachel and I drove home together and talked the whole way and played “she’s a 10 but -“ and then I came home and unpacked and showered and ate watermelon with my dad.
I literally don’t think today could’ve been better. I had pizza and ice cream, I got to eat healthy foods too, I woke up rested before noon, I got to walk and swim and spend time in nature, I got to be in a familiar place with happy memories, I got to feel like I was in a coming of age movie, I watched the stars and talked and kissed a really cute boy, I spent time with my best friends, I road tripped, I spent a little time alone and a little time having a snack and watching tiktoks with my dad. God, thank you so much for this day. It might not be as frequent as I’d like, but there are really, really good days. I hope I did right by myself and right by you. What I did today doesn’t go against my moral code but I feel like I’m betraying the church before I even start working there. I feel a little ashamed and a little nervous and I have a lot on my mind but mostly I’m happy today happened. Thank you so, so much for everything. I don’t know how this happened but I feel so loved and blessed by you. I’m sorry my mom doesn’t feel that way. I’m sorry for everything. Thank you for everything. Thank you that I get to go to sleep to this thunderstorm. Please keep my family and I alive, healthy, and safe and help us get really good rest and have a really good day tomorrow and have good dreams in between. Thank you for your goodness and your faithfulness and for showing up today and showing up in lots of little ways all the time. I love you.
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Guess who my favorite toh character is based on my lock screen challenge it’s really hard I promise
lock screen: Dana Terrace
top icon: Treiibot
bottom icon: xsheerak
#the owl house#toh hunter#i literally spent all day thinking about hunter today#it was wonderful#toh#toh golden guard#golden guard#the owl house hunter
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Spending Kaeya's Birthday With Him!
A/N: Since today is Kaeya's birthday (edit: it is 12:02... i was occupied with asks... that is my excuse...... happy kaeya day) , here are some headcannons/a lil drabble about spending his birthday with him! I'm not too fond of Kaeya's character in general, but everyone deserves love! Especially on their birthday.
Gender-neutral reader as always! Don't be afraid to send an ask!!!! I'm begging u!!!!LITERALLY
You wake him up by showering him with kisses!! he deserves them
It's his day, so you're going to try to spoil him, despite there being a very good chance he will turn this on you
Breakfast in bed? Done. You got up extra early.
Fisherman's toast! A monstadt favorite.
He tries to feed it to you, but you refuse!
You made it just for him, and you want him to enjoy it all.
That doesn't happen. You share it. Turns out he was not lying when he said it tasted amazing.
Ah.. his gifts. A bouquet of flowers! (his birthday post said it was rare for him to get those...how...) They were lilys! His favorite.
He puts them in a vase that looks strangely like the one in Diluc's winery and looks at them for quite a minute.
He appreciates it a lot!
You take him out! Maybe just a stroll. He's a little bit of a hypocrite when it comes to him calling other slackers.
He likes leisure on his days off.
And Jean so graciously gave him this day off! Wonder why...
A stop at the good hunter! You two say hello to the people you know. and maybe walk a little outside Monstadt just to be somewhere more peaceful for a bit.
Once the dark hours come, you go to the tavern! A wonderful place that both of you enjoy lounging at.
Diluc is working that night especially. Probably just a coincidence, right...
He pretends to want nothing to do with Kaeya, but he doesn't even ask him to pay his tab after you leave.
So, he's tipsy. You don't mind. If anything he's just more affectionate. Gushing about how sweet you are for doing this as you all but drag him home.
You've prepared something extra special for him. A cake. He nearly cries when he sees it. Literally.
He hasn't spent a birthday with someone so close to him in a long time, much less shared a cake with him.
You giggle and flirt into the night. You'll both regret eating an entire cake in one sitting tomorrow, but that's the future you's problem.
"Darling.." He drawls as he looks to you over the light of the candles on his cake. "I'm supposed to make a wish, aren't I?"
He smiles warmly at you and you can't help but return his dopey smile.
"I've got everything I could wish for, I think..." He says in a sweet tone. In a flash of blue the candles are out and the only light on you two is from the moon.
"You think..?" You ask, thinking you know where this is going.
"Well, there is one more thing." He says as he leans down to kiss you.
rushipedia ☆ 2021
#☆rushipedia#☆rushipediahcs#☆rushipediadrabbles#kaeya x reader#genshin x reader#kaeya fluff#kaeya x you#genshin fluff#happy birthday kaeya#love him but hate him#wanna punch him in the face
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Okay for the Valentine's one's, can I request a Jean x Diluc or Bennett x Razor with 💙?
Lol I know you probably expected me to pick Bennett and Razor for this but I actually ended up going with Diluc and Jean instead. I hc that these two were like, literal best buddies before all the stuff with the knights of Favonius happened, and they used to team up on Kaeya together pfffft. In any case I don't see a lot of content of these two so to all those Diluc and Jean fans out there, here you go XD
Stoic but still Silly
Ler: Diluc
Lee: Jean
Sidenote: This is set back when Diluc and Jean were still training to be knights, and Diluc's father has not died yet.
"Stop being so cold! Today is supposed to be about love!"
Diluc merely hummed in response to his friend's whining tone, lips twitching in amusement when she punched his arm lightly before crossing her arms in a pout.
The two teens had just left the training area to get something to eat after having spent the entire morning sparring in preparation for an upcoming test in their combat skills.
Both of them were pretty evenly matched, and had high hopes of impressing their instructors enough to allow them to start tagging along on patrols for the first time.
"Come on Jean," Diluc said after a long strand of silence, nudging her a little. "You can't seriously be that mad at me just because I think Valentine's Day is a little silly?"
Her indignant 'hmph!' was the only response he received.
He sighed.
Well if that's how it was going to be…
"Wha- Hey!! Diluc put me down! What are you- Eep! Whahahahahahat??! Diluhuhuhuhuhuhuc!!!" Jean let out a surprised squeal of laughter as she was suddenly scooped up bridal style by her taller friend, falling into a helpless fit of giggles when he started clawing at her tummy, still walking all the while.
"Yes Jean? Is something the matter?" He asked, stoic as always, though the tiny smirk playing on his lips was a dead giveaway to how much he was enjoying teasing her. The nerve!
"Stohohohohop pretehehehending lihike you dohohon't know whahhat I'm tahahahahalking abohohout you jeheheheherk!!" She whined through her laughter, cheeks turning a light shade of pink from embarrassment.
"Are you gonna stop pouting then?" He asked calmly, still not letting up as he looked down at her expectantly.
The blonde let out a long embarrassed whine before finally nodding, and Diluc let her go as promised, setting her back on her feet carefully.
And as the two friends made their way to Good Hunter, Diluc couldn't help but think that maybe Valentine's day wasn't so bad after all.
#dessie's pals#ratty 🐀#platonic candyhearts event#genshin impact tickling#ler!diluc#lee!jean#sfw#sfw tickling
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Misthios
Characters (Reader x Mother Miranda...?) 👀
Rating (T)
Word Count (2.8k)
Warnings (none, first half is has no dialogue, writing while high,)
Once her little warrior, always her little warrior.
I'm sorry if it's hot 🗑💀
The fire was finally the way you wanted it and you could finally fucking rest. You'd been hiking all goddamn day through the rain and snow, and you just wanted a minute to rest and to eat. The sun was starting to set and you still needed to set up your tent, but for the moment you were content to just sit on the log and get warm.
“Who'd ever think a Spartan would be in Rome looking for answers, hm?” it was ironic, how you would've been accused of being a traitor or something like that back then. Ha...back then?
Truthfully you weren't sure anymore where your life really started it's been so long, centuries really if you were being honest. Sometimes even your own secrets were too overwhelming for you to admit, and as the years continued to pass you by it was getting harder and harder for you to hold onto the same principles you once believed in. The wars you've participated in, two of them by choice...and as a favor for the third.
It shouldn't have been possible but it was for you, it was both a blessing and a curse because you were nothing special...you grew up with Spartan blood running through your veins, pushed at a young age to hunt and to protect, it was a common tradition for families then, especially for the oldest or only children. Your didn't ever recall your father, he died in battle before you were born but your mother was there, always. Even if her face was blurry after all of the time that has passed you by—you still remember her teachings and her technique. Your mother was the best hunter in Sparta, proudly.
But after...after her passing, the streets taught you how to be a mercenary at a young age...and then an assassin, not by choice but by necessity because you weren't a good person then, not really, and you still weren't now...but you still had the will do what was right, and so you did.
And maybe that is why the Gods did not let you die in the battlefield when you'd been caught off guard, for what is no longer relevant as it is now long gone, but the scar left through your heart would forever stain you inside and out by some random Greek bastard. You don't remember much of the dying part as much as you remembered how badly it hurt and how livid you were watching him stand over you with his bloody sword raised to the heavens. But just like your pain, that emotion was ebbed away as you laid there dying.
And die you did. And your body laid there for who knows how long but when you woke up, oh you sprung up ready to fight but there wasn't a fight left to be had...the war was over...but you didn't know that until you woke up the second time. Not realizing that your body was next to be burned in the ditch as the battlefield was being cleared of all the corpses from both sides. A gruesome chore performed by the prisoners taken by Sparta.
You had no idea why the Gods healed you and brought you back from the dead, you didn't deserve a second chance (at the time you didn't realize that it was a power). You were blessed by the Gods and that's all that it was, people looked at you with both awe and envy. Some gave all of their iron and dearest family possessions as a gift to the Gods in hopes that their wishes were granted. They hated you and you did not care. You were unstoppable, everyone wanted your attention and your skills—it made you arrogant and stupid for years. And when you caught a pretty nasty gash across your back from a werewolf that ambushed you and your horse, your leathers had been torn and bloody by the time you speared your way through four of those beasts. But while there was blood, there was no wound...the only evidence were the scars it left behind.
Snap!
You turned your head slightly, a few strands of your hair falling in front of your ever sharp (y/e/c) eyes. You stayed perfectly still, eyes scanning the forest surrounding you but there was nothing after several moments. Just as well...with a loud sigh, you finally got up to put up your tent for the night and probably for the next few nights too. You slipped your hunting knife back into your boot but kept it unhooked just in case.
You lived in a time where guns existed but you were always better with a blade. You may not be an active misthios now (mercenary in today's world) but old habits were hard to kick. You were too old and too wise now, even if you didn't look a day over twenty-eight.
The next morning...
You woke with a start your grip around your obsidian hunting knife so tight your knuckles your skin strained against bone. You didn't have a dream but something woke you up, and it wasn't those damn birds chirping literally above your tint. With the help of the morning sun you could even see the spot where one of them pooped. Great. You laid there for a few more minutes, finally relaxed enough to move. You checked your surroundings again, walking around your camp but that feeling of unease didn't go away but it wasn't as strong.
Today was clearer than it was the day before though you still had to deal with the snow and the cold, not that either really bothered you too much. Leaving your camp behind, marking the trees so that you had a way to find your way back through these unfamiliar woods, you set off to find breakfast. You came to an edge, a cliff's peak and you went to stand on the edge of it—to maybe see the rest of the mountain you were exploring but something caught your immediate attention.
When was the last time you ever saw a castle? Not...not those tourist marks they have all over Europe but a castle. The place was eerie but most castles always felt that way to you...but this was different? It was as if the castle was looking right back at you, mocking you. From your vantage point you could make out the edges of a lake through the thick trees, you couldn't see it very well but you could tell it wasn't small nor was it man-made.
It was a pleasant surprise to discover this as you assumed that your trip would mostly be you exploring this cold ass mountain without a proper guide but you didn't need anyone to know why you were really up here, your reasons concerned no one but yourself. That and you knew you'd end up leading your guide. You were better off alone. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself that but those words stopped being comforting a very long time ago. Not like fate was giving you much of a fucking choice though.
Your stomach growled, reminding you of your hunt...you glanced down at the village below the castle curiously before turning away from the ledge, the heavy aura of the castle still on your back.
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Fat and full, that's exactly how you'd describe yourself at the moment. There were more predators in the area than there were prey it seemed but the rabbit you caught seemed plentiful enough. With winter kicking in, the most worrisome predator in the woods would be hibernating leaving nothing but the wolves and maybe a mountain lion for you to deal with if you're lucky. You hefted your smaller backpack onto your back and left your camp, deciding to check out the village to see if you could learn more about the castle.
You were both excited and curious, you'd spent a majority of your modern life exploring the wonders of the Earth and using the currency you've collected throughout your lifetimes to fund whatever myth caught your eye. In other words, you were bored but the thought of war and fighting no longer made your blood sing or your heart race. You've done so much of that already, and lost so much because of it.
“Get back! Get back! Agh—GET THE FUCK BACK!”
Your legs stopped moving immediately and your gloved hand was already wrapped around the hilt of your hunting knife, ears trained. You heard growling and barking not too far from where you stood, maybe two or three hundred feet to your right just through those bushes and that fallen tree. It sounded as if someone was having a bit of trouble with a pack of wolves. Which struck you as odd, you were still pretty high up on the mountains and you hadn't seen anyone else up here in a week, so it couldn't have been a local...could it?
The growling grew more intense and there were sounds of a scuffle and grunts but the man still sounded alive.
And it wasn't your problem. Your days of coming to the rescue were over. You allowed your hand to fall from your knife. You got maybe seven steps away before the man spotted you, he caught a glimpse of your fur lined hood and started screaming for you to help him just as one of the wolves snapped the branch he was holding in half, forcing his back against a tree. His time was counting down now.
He was yelling so loud, you were sure even the villagers could hear him now. There was no way you could walk away now.
“Fucking hell.” with a heavy sigh, you dropped your backpack and stalked in the direction of the soon to be crime scene. You didn't feel the need to mask your presence, you wanted the wolves to know that you were there and that ultimately saved that man's life. The wolves were honed in on you the moment you stepped through the bush but three shots echoed through the small clearing before any of them could pounce in your direction. The echoes faded away quickly, and you sighed again watching the white snow stain red beneath the furry corpses.
The only other sound heard was the man's heavy breathing as he leaned against a tree. You looked down at your gun before putting it back in it's holster on your lower back, you may prefer blades but it was always better to have something and not need it, than to need it and not have it.
“Thank...thank you,”
You looked at the man with furrowed brows...just by looking at him, you knew that he wasn't a native but the moment he opened his mouth only confirmed it. He was American...you spotted all of his gear nearby, torn to shreds and you scoffed.
“I don't think camping is for you.”
“I don't think so either,” He tried for a smile but it was only a grimace, the blonde man pushed himself from the tree and approached you, carefully stepping around the wolves bodies, “I'm uh a bit lost, I guess.”
“And I'm leaving.”
“Wait!” he rushed around you, stopping you and you could've gone through the man if you wanted to...you were taller than him by an inch or two, and you definitely had more mass than he probably knew what to do with, “Listen, I'm obviously not from here, but I'm trying to find my daughter okay, she's—”
“I'm not from around here,” you held your hand to make him stop while simultaneously telling yourself that you're not about to get involved in someone else's mess and derail your own mission, “I'm sorry about your kid, but I can't help you.”
He frowned at you obviously not happy with your answer but he was quickly reaching into his pocket and any normal person, especially someone who is armed, would've taken a step back but you weren't some ordinary person. You simply raised an eyebrow, because you knew that he wasn't going to attack you even though he was probably fully capable of doing so. You assumed that he was about to dig out a baby picture or something but it was just a sheet of paper with writing on it. You took it before he could shove the damn thing in your face and you looked down at it carefully, keeping your face neutral.
“I can't read whatever language that is.”
You glared up at him from beneath your lashes, “And you think that I can?”
“Can you?” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes...your attention back to the paper before shoving it back in his hands, “Well?”
You nearly scowled at his impatience, “It's a mix of Romanian, Serbian and Tatar. Whoever sent that clearly doesn't want anyone else to know what's on it.”
“So you can read it then?”
“Bits and pieces,” You said with a shrug, “I'm not expert but someone named Beneviento is demanding a shorter route for wine delivery from that giant castle.”
He stared at you then down to the paper, which was full from top to bottom, then back to you, “What...that's all? Are you sure?? No, that can't be all...there has to be something about my daughter here! Here, please, just try again slower—”
“That's all I could read.” you shouldered past him, throwing your hood back up and ignoring his calls after you. Your backpack was exactly where you dropped it, you shook off the snow and threw it back on your back not caring about the cool wetness on your back now—you just wanted to get away from this area as quickly as possible. You should've used your knife as those gunshots gave away your position.
“Amateur hour everyone,” you grumbled under your breath...you veered off the path slightly, just in case he tried to follow you (wouldn't be the first time someone tried to force you to help them).
You'd maybe walked for a mile or two down the mountain before you noticed the hairs on the back of your neck standing, you chanced a casual glance over your shoulder but there was no one there, no man nor animal. Licking your dry lips you turned back around but as you were doing so, you caught something in your peripheral. A dark figure, twenty feet away and that's when you noticed how fucking quiet everything was around you...you forced yourself to keep walking even as a feeling of dread began crawling up your back, like two sharp fingers walking along the ridges of your spine.
Pushing the hood from your head, you whirled around with your knife drawn at your side gripping it with the intentions to kill but there was nothing there except two large obsidian feathers fluttering gently down onto the snow at your boots. Feathers?
Cool breath touched the base of your neck when you heard soft chuckling directly behind you. You turned around sharply, easily flipping your knife around but the mass of darkness in front of you disoriented you for a split second and that was all this creature needed. Before you could plunge your knife into it's feathery belly, a pale hand shot out and caught your wrist in a bruising grip as another hand curled itself around your throat, sharp nails oh so slightly pricking your skin.
You were about to kick away when the creature leaned forward, and it's face came from beneath the hood...only it wasn't an it, it was a she, though her entire face was hidden by the gold headgear you could see her lips and...and her eyes.
A pair of eyes you'd never forget in any of your lifetimes. It felt like a millennia ago when those eyes alone had you on your knees covered in fresh warm blood and exhausted from tearing through small armies.
Despite yourself, you were trembling in her ironclad grip, your hand that wasn't still trapped fruitlessly came up to wrap around her wrist as if that was going to help you. You both knew that it wouldn't. She brought you closer until your feet were no longer on the ground and you could feel the tip of your blade pressing against something...no, her...and your nose was nearly touching her helmet.
“ο μικρός μου πολεμιστής...” (my little warrior...) her cool breath washed over your face, her eyes still boring down into yours so intensely you swore you felt the heat, even as her hand tightened around your throat making you choke, but you were fighting against her... “επιτέλους ήρθες σπίτι μου...” her chuckle fell on deaf ears. (you've finally come home to me...)
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You were supposed to run into Alcina first 😭, but Miranda works too...(save the best for last obvi) I don't know I am playing Odyssey while waiting for this game to drop and I went The Old Guard route too so then I just ended up writing some shit, and I wanted to try something that's not so maiden-esque lol so I hope it's enjoyable at least...I honestly might make this a WIP...
#resident evil 8#mother miranda x reader#mother miranda#resident evil#resident evil village#lady alcina#alcina dimitrescu#alcina x reader#dis tew much#assassins creed odyssey#lady dimitrescu#i'm a big simp for these bishes
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bar maid (b.w.)
prompt: a long night at the leaky cauldron and the late shift can only mean one thing: a boring night. but when a new face pops into the bar, the mood shifts drastically.
pairing: bill weasley x fem! reader
warnings: drinking, mentions of the war, language (literally once), sexual references
word count: 4.5k
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“Another round of ale, Albert?” you ask with a smile as you wipe down a section of the bar from its previous attendants. The damp dish towel wipes across the mahogany bar, leaving streaks that shine underneath the bar lighting, the faint smell of chemical lemon lingering in the air mixes with the overwhelming scent of lager and spirits.
Albert flashes you a toothy grin and gives you a shrug. “Eh, why not. It’s a Friday, isn’t it?” Albert laughs before sliding you his brass mug down the length of the bar as you stealthily catch it in your hand. You fill the mug with amber ale, teeming with white foam, smelling of wheat. “You’re too good to me, (Y/N),” Albert tells you with a grin before taking a sip of his usual drink of choice.
You were a bar maid at the Leaky Cauldron and Albert was one of your regulars. Now, you didn’t think that you would be a bar maid after graduating from Hogwarts and trying to become a professor, but the world had a funny way about it, didn’t it? Being a bar maid meant you got good tips and had the luxury of creating your own schedule, but it also meant when you worked, it was long hours of standing on your feet and serving cheap ale and lager to annoyed businessmen and exhausted workers from the hours of five o’clock to two o’clock in the morning. Work was grueling, but you tried to make as much fun of it as you could.
“It’s the least I can do, Al,” you sigh, flopping the dish towel over your shoulder as you lean over the bar. “Any juicy gossip for me today? I’ve been bored out of my skull since I clocked in and I still got another five hours ahead of me. I need some entertainment,” you groan, cracking your knuckles against the wood of the bar. The thought of another five hours dealing with more alcohol, more grumpy patrons, and another tired night made your head ache.
Al takes a long sip from his mug, wiping the foam from his upper lip before speaking, “Not much gossip, I’m afraid.” You throw your head back and groan, taking an annoyed sip from your water. “Nothing interesting has happened, my dear,” he huffs in just as much annoyance as you. “We’re living in dark times, all news is usually disappointing, scary, or both. I’m looking for something hopeful just as much as you are,” Al confesses.
You tighten your ponytail and push your baby hairs away from your face, hands flopping on your shoulders as you slump over. Albert was right. The thought of a looming wizarding war over everyone’s heads was enough to keep everyone living in fear of when it would all come to a head and pop. At least working at the pub took your mind off of things, even if it was just for a few hours of the day.
“However,” Albert’s tone changes as you dart your eyes to him, curious. “I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the name Fleur Delacour? I heard through the grapevine that she has recently started working at Gringott’s. Desk job, but people were confused as to why should would come all the way to London for a silly desk job,” Albert explains before sipping from his ale again.
Your eyebrows furrow as the name does ring a bell. “The name sounds familiar. I certainly didn’t go to school with her or else I would know who she was. But the name is oddly recognizable...I’ll ask my younger sister when I speak to her next. She’s at Hogwarts now. I’m sure she’d know,” you tell Albert. “Anyone else take up a job? Familiar names or faces?”
Al searches his memory for anything else. He presses his tongue to his cheek. “Yeah, there was someone else. William...I don’t remember the surname for life of me, but it was William something...” he trails off.
You think for a moment, trying to scan your brain for a William that you might know. But you drew blank. It had been so long since you saw anyone from your graduating class. You had spent most of your time in the pub or studying or applying for new professor jobs. But no one was looking to hire an under-experienced professor in these times, no matter how good your marks were at Hogwarts, regardless that you were top of your class in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. The thought makes you infuriated because you knew you could teach this new generation of wizards better than anyone else.
Shaking your head, “Well, whatever, if he was important, you would know his name.” Albert shrugs. “I need to go bring in some kegs from the back, I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him before go around the bar, walking to the back of the Leaky Cauldron, hearing snippets of conversations here and there, most people talking about the news or their families. It was sad; just two years ago people would be roaring with laughter, telling stories and jokes, recounting happy times. Now, everyone was so focused on how the world as you knew it may be crumbling around you.
The cool fall air wraps around you as you push the door to bring the kegs from outside in as you pull your jumper over your hands to make some make-shift mittens. “Bloody hell,” you whisper to yourself as you see three kegs lined up outside for you to bring in. “Seriously, Tom?” you groan as you grab one keg and start dragging it. “I don’t get paid enough for this, I swear,” you grumble.
“Need a hand?” a voice interrupts you as you drag the steel keg across the cobblestone.
You look up and your eyes meet a pair that you haven’t seen in years. An instant smile rises on your lips as the all too familiar red hair is swept in the wind. “You’re kidding,” you laugh as you stand up straight, brushing off your jumper as he smiles widely at you with a chuckle. “Bill Weasley as I live and breathe?” you laugh as you run towards him, Bill engulfing you in a large hug. Your arms wrap around him tightly as he picks you up, your feet leaving the ground as you giggly madly as Bill sways you back and forth.
It had been years since you had seen Bill Weasley. The two of you had attended Hogwarts together in the same year and became fast friends. You had always admired how Bill was so smart and confident in himself (borderline arrogant, but in the sexiest best way). Bill was a popular one at Hogwarts, but through it all, he always managed to make time for you since you liked staying out of the lime light. Bill was well-loved and revered at Hogwarts, so it was obvious that he became a prefect during your time. And that’s when you two started to drift apart. He became busy doing his things and you became busy with your own studies. After graduation, the two of you went your separate ways, but you always wondered where he had gone.
Bill sets you down on your feet, his hands still on your hips as he smiled brightly down at you. He looked so mature now, longer red hair tied back in a ponytail, but he was still tall, thin, and undeniably handsome. The hunter green jacket he sported clung onto his tall figure, underneath a button down that was unbuttoned just enough so you could see the chest hairs that poked out from the loose material. Hanging from his ear lobe was a fang earring that wasn’t there before. Bill had changed, but in a way that caught your eye in a way that has never happened before. You gulped.
“Godric, (Y/N), you haven’t changed one bit,” Bill laughs as he takes a good look at you as you mentally curse that you had been wearing something different than your old blue jumper and leggings with stained boots from the bar. “How long has it been? Seven years?” he speaks as you nod. “Bloody hell, it feels like yesterday we were at Hogwarts,” he recounts the memories fondly as your heart warms to the same memories.
You smile brightly, “Time flies, Weasley.” He chuckles. “We can talk more about it if you help me bring in these kegs and I’ll treat you to an ale on the house. Or are you more of a lager man?” you ask as you walk back over to the steel kegs that wait to be dragged into the pub.
Bill chuckles as you grab one keg, starting to drag it into the pub. Without any hesitation or effort, Bill picks up the remaining two kegs in each of his hands, muscles flexing underneath his jacket as he shakes his head. You gulp and avert your eyes, trying not to focus on the way he so effortlessly carried the heavy steel kegs as you pushed yours in. “More of a whiskey kind of guy if you got any of that,” Bill tells you as you push the kegs towards the back of the bar, Bill places his two next to yours. “I didn’t know you were working at the Leaky Cauldron.”
Walking back to the bar with Bill by your side you speak, “Yeah. Been working here for a while now since there seems to be a hold on hiring newer, younger professors,” you roll your eyes as Bill laughs. Bill remembered how badly you wanted to be a professor and teach the younger generations of wizards and witches magic. It was your dream, but now it was on pause. “What about you? Why are you back in London? Last I heard of you, you were in Egypt!” you nudge his arm with your elbow.
He gives you a smile, happy that you had been keeping your tabs on him. “I was in Egypt for a long while. Loved it, really. But I came home to help my family out with the Order and such. I’m working at Gringott’s now at a desk job. Very exciting, I know,” he rolls his eyes as you giggle, making your way behind the bar.
A William working at Gringott’s. I should have known, you think to yourself. “Hey Albert,” you call over the man who sits just a mere stool away from Bill. “That new William who's working at Gringott’s now? It’s not just any bloke, he’s a Weasley,” you smile at Albert who looks over to Bill with a look of realization. “Bill, this is Albert, one of my regulars. Al, this is Bill Weasley, we went to Hogwarts together.”
Bill gives Albert a firm shake shake and warm smile. “Nice to meet you, sir,” Bill beams. “You’ve been in good company with this one, I’m sure,” Bill winks as Albert chuckles lowly.
“That I have been. She’s great company and serves an even better mug of ale,” Albert speaks as you smile sweetly at him, Bill laughing. “I would love to stay and chat longer, but I gotta get home to the family,” Albert tells you and Bill, putting on his coat before digging into his pockets and places and handful of coins on the table to pay for his drinks and tip you generously as he usually did. “I’ll see you on Monday, my dear,” Albert calls as he walks towards the door, you giving him a salute goodbye.
Bill speaks, “He seems like a good guy.” You nod as you take out a glass and start to pour him a generous glass of Fire Whiskey before placing it front of him. “How did you know I take it neat? What if I wanted it on the rocks?”
You give him a knowing look. “I know you, Bill. Last time I checked, you were drinking Fire Whiskey straight from the bottle at your graduation party,” you recall with a light chuckle as Bill groans at the memory. “You were off your rocker that night, I’m tellin’ you,” you start to laugh harder, remembering how Bill stood up on the dining room table of the Burrow, singing along to music that he blasted as everyone laughed and sang along with him. Graduation was such a happy time in your young adult life, you wished you could go back and relive it.
He rubs his face with one hand and speaks, “We were a mess that night, weren’t we?”
“We? Don’t drag me into this, Weasley! I was perfectly happy having one drink, but it was you who made me drink bloody Daisyroot Draught! The smell now makes me sick,” you contort your face with disgust as Bill laughs. “I will admit though, I’ve missed you quite a bit,” you confess, playing with the edges of the dish rag in your hands as you look up at Bill.
Slowly, a smile finds its way onto Bill’s lips as your heart flutters gently as his eyes look into yours. He still had the same eyes that you adored so fondly as a child and teen. In his eyes contained all the memories of Hogwarts and late nights and sleepover at the Burrow. His eyes had laughter and joy in them that you so missed during times like this. You missed Bill Weasley. For more than one reason.
“I’ve missed you more than quite a bit,” Bill reveals as you allow heat to rise to your cheeks. “I missed having my partner in crime around. Sneaking into the kitchens and then getting caught by McGonagall,” he recalls.
You laugh, “Stop, and then she asked if she could join us!” The two of you are in hysterics at the memory of eating leftovers and sweets in the kitchens with Minerva McGonagall as third year students, chatting about school and life after Hogwarts. McGonagall had always taken a liking to the two of you. She always said that you two were peas in a pod.
Bill smiles and takes a sip from his whiskey before speaking, “How long are you working tonight? I’d be happy to stay with you until you clock out.”
Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’m the closer and we don’t close the bar down until two in the morning.”
With a cheeky smirk, Bill huffs, “Well, we’ve got a lot to catch up on and we got...” he looks at the clock on the wall, “four and a half hours to kill. So, start talking, (Y/N). We’ve got all night,” he speaks, dropping his left eye in a wink as you smile with a blush.
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For the next four hours, you and Bill caught up on everything. And by everything, you mean everything. His life after Hogwarts sounded much more interesting than what you had been doing to keep busy. Bill had been spending his time as a Curse-Breaker for Gringott’s, going on missions throughout Egypt, coming home to London here and there. You smiled as he recounted his stories with such passion and love in his eyes. It was evident that Bill loved what he was doing and he was sad that he couldn’t continue doing his job, now being stationed back in London at a boring desk job. Quite the downgrade from fighting and defeating mummies to working an office job.
Soon, people were filing out of the bar as closing time approached until it was just you and Bill in the pub. You had moved from standing behind the bar to sitting on a stool next to Bill, leaning on the bar as you listened to his deep baritone voice speak to you.
Bill placed a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze. “(Y/N)? Tell me something,” he speaks.
“Anything, Weasley,” you smile at him, sleepily.
Bill chuckles, “Why are you working as a bar maid when you could be going out and doing what you love? Teaching. You’ve always wanted to teach students magic and it doesn’t seem fair that you are parked behind a bar pouring ale and lager to lazy blokes.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I’m serious. What’s stopping you?”
You sigh and recount everything that has held you back from doing what you want. First off, no wizarding school in the United Kingdom was hiring any professor right now due to the climate of the wizarding world. The only other option was moving to America and maybe teaching there at Ilvermorny? Maybe Beauxbatons in France? But it wasn’t a guarantee that you could find a job with such little teaching experience under your belt. “Besides the hiring freeze? I have no experience teaching, Bill. Plus, I want to make money for myself right now so I can save it up and move into my own place rather than living in my small flat with a bunch of my mates. The only other jobs are abroad and I do not have that much money to make a move like that. Besides, my whole family is here. My friends. And you’ve just come back now and leaving just seems illogical,” you sigh, knowing that your dream would have to wait.
He shakes his head, “Excuses, excuses.” You shake your head and take a sip from the whiskey that you had poured yourself, the amber liquid warming up your chest and stomach. It tasted like graduation. “If I can teach a year at Hogwarts, then you certainly can. Besides, you were just as good, if not better, than me in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I’m sure they could use your help more than ever right now.”
Looking up at Bill, you see how tender and soft his gaze is on you. He really meant every word he spoke to you with genuine honesty. Looking at Bill now was like looking at someone who you had known forever. He really hadn’t changed one bit. He was witty and kind and smart and sweet. Your Bill. But at the same time, he was different. He had become so mature and ruthless and brave. It was a new Bill, a Bill you could get used to.
You look down and see that his hand was still placed on your knee. Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat and Bill retracts his hand, digging it into the pocket of his jacket again as you take a sip of your whiskey. “Well,” you start, “I know I would be a better professor than you...I’m better at a lot of things than you,” you tease him as he rolls his eyes.
“Oh yeah? Do I smell a challenge?” Bill laughs as you shrug. “Ah, ah, don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart,” he leans back in his chair, tongue pressed to his cheek as you gulp, the nickname making your palms sweat. “Go on,” he speaks, daring you to challenge him. “You chose.”
Trying to ignore the rapid increase in your heart rate, you swallow hard. “Fine,” you smile before reaching over to the other side of a bar, grabbing a jar filled with a red liquid and multiple bright red cherries. Twisting the cap open, you pluck out two maraschino cherries, one for you and one for Bill. “I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue faster than you can,” you smirk, flirtatiously biting the cherry of its stem as Bill’s eyes widen and he gulps, shifting in his seat.
He clears his throat, “Yeah? How much you wanna bet?”
You think for a moment, trying to find a wager that would make this worth your while. “If I win, you pick up the tab from tonight,” you smile.
“I thought this was all on the house?” he scoffs with a smirk.
“Not if you lose,” you sing song, making him roll his eyes. “And Albert told me about a new worker at Gringott’s. Fleur Delacour? Yeah, you’ve gotta ask her out on a date,” you smirk.
Bill’s eyes widen. “Fleur?!” he exclaims with a laugh. “She’s my co-worker! Plus, we’re just friends. Nothing’s there,” he reasons as you shake your head.
You laugh, “Well those are my terms if I win. Gotta get you out on the dating field, Weasley.” You tease him as he smirks, looking down at the whiskey glass in his hands. “And if you win?”
He thinks for a moment, swirling the whiskey around and around in his glass, pondering what his terms would be. Bill bites the cherry off the stem as you watch his lips move carefully, like you were in a trance of some kind. You quickly shake it off, trying to keep yourself from getting distracted by him. “If I win,” Bill huffs, “then first of all, the drinks are on the house. Second, you’ll have to stop by the Burrow because once Mum hears that you’re in London, she’ll have a cow,” he laughs as you giggle. Molly Weasley, what an angel. “And third of all,” he speaks, leaning forward on his elbows so he’s closer to your face as you inhale sharply, “I’ll ask whoever the fuck I want on a date.”
Your heart stops for a moment as your whole body tingles as the words all from his lips. You can’t take your eyes off of his you are frozen. Bill smirks at your reaction before slowly leaning back in his chair, biting down softly on his lower lip as you gulp. “O-Okay then,” you manage to make out, trying to reorient yourself as Bill chuckles. “Count of three?” you speak before placing the cherry stem in your mouth as Bill does his. “One...two...three.”
With that, the two of you start twisting your tongue around the cherry stem, trying to tie it before the other could. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and your stomach is doing flips as your mind is screaming what the hell is going on. The entire time Bill doesn’t take his eyes off of you, staring into yours. The act felt so inherently sexual that you could feel your palms sweat and a second heartbeat between your thighs grow. This was a terribly good idea.
You can feel the cherry stem in your mouth finally slip into a knot as your eyes widen in victory, hand flying up to your mouth so you can show Bill the work you have done. As you hand reaches your lips, Bill’s fingers slyly pull his cherry stem out of his mouth just mere milliseconds before you. “I win,” he speaks.
“You cheated!” you instantly accuse him, pointing your finger at him.
Bill chuckles, “How did I cheat? I won fair and square and you know it, you sore loser.”
You shake your head, “I clearly won, you saw me! You had to have cheated, just so you could get free whiskey out of it!” Bill just shakes his head and grabs your chair, pulling you closer to him as you fail to notice as you keep rambling nervously. “Admit it, Bill, you just don’t like to admit that you’re not Hogwarts’ golden child anymore. You’ve out grown that title. Step aside for the new winner which is me, of course. You know I won, come on, Bill. I def-”
“(Y/N)?” he asks softly.
You realize that you are mere inches away from Bill now, his hands resting on either side of your stool. You inhale slowly and gulp, trying to calm yourself down to prepare for the inevitable. “Yes, Bill?” you respond just as softly.
“Shut up,” he whispers with a smile.
“Okay.”
Without further hesitation, Bill leans forward and connects your lips together as you inhale deeply, kissing him back and wrapping your arms around his neck instantly. Bill’s hands slide around your sides before hoisting you onto the bar, him standing between your legs as he kisses you deeper. You wrap your legs around his torso, drawing him closer to you, needing to feel his body pressed against yours. His lips move against yours with deep desire that he had been saving for so long and finally, you both were getting what you wanted for so long. His mouth tasted of the whiskey as you took more and more of it, drunk off of his kiss.
His hands held onto you tightly, not daring to let you go as you lightly moaned into his lips, making him smirk. Bill’s tongue was cool against yours as he massaged yours with his, snogging you right in the middle of the bar. Your mouths moved together, lusting after the other’s touch. You hands ran down his chest and his abs as he groaned gently into your mouth, making your stomach flutter as you smirked softly. Bill’s hand cupped your cheek before making its way to the back of your neck, pressing your lips harder against his.
You wanted to take him in this pub just like this, but Bill pulls away before you can push off his jacket. The two of you are breathless from kissing, chest heaving up and down, a smile on both of your faces as you blush a wild crimson. “You win,” you surrender to Bill who chuckles.
“I always win, sweetheart,” he winks before kissing you again, this time short as you whine when he pulls away. “And since I won, that means that this whiskey,” he points to his glass, “is on the house, you’ll be joining the Weasley’s for Sunday dinner, and on Monday night, you’ll be taking the night off so I can take you out on a proper date rather than just snogging on the bar of the pub,” he speaks as you laugh.
You run your fingers through his hair, “You mean you do like snogging me on the bar?” you tease him.
Bill furrows his brows, “Hey, hey, slow your roll. Don’t put words in my mouth now.” You laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than snog you in every location of his pub,” he winks as you roll your eyes. “But I reckon a girl like you should be taken out on a proper date by a bloke like me, eh?”
Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you speak against them, “It’d be my honor.”
“Wicked,” he smirked, giving your sides a squeeze before hoisting you down from the bar. “How about you lock this place up and I’ll walk you back to your flat. Can’t have precious cargo like you roaming the streets alone,” he speaks with a gentle tap on your bum as you roll your eyes.
You shove his shoulder teasingly, “Hey, just because you came back from Egypt, Mr. Big Shot, doesn’t mean you make my decisions for me.” Bill chuckles as you smile, “But yeah, I’ll let you walk me home, Weasley.”
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Song of a Mermaid Warrior pt 2
Part 2 to the mermaid story!
Decided to continue it, wanted to see where Jordan's story ends up.
You can read pt 1 here.
Enjoy!
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“Well, well, well! Never thought I’d see the mermaid herself swimming over to my fetid swamp here in the slums!”
A slim young man with bright purple hair grinned, flipping a silver coin into the air over and over without looking at it. “Thought you said you were never coming back? What, did your last book not sell as well now that you're peddling comforting little lies about your species?”
Jordan leaned against the doorframe of the dilapidated shop, wondering for the thousandth time if this was a bad idea. She knew the answer, deep down, but chose to ignore it. “Tock, cut the crap.”
“Oh sweetie, you haven’t changed. “ Tock laughed. “ I can cut the crap, but not sure what use it would be… crap is notoriously difficult to cut, tends to mush up, you know… and whose crap should be cut? Mine?” He shrugged. “ Sorry to say this body doesn’t make physical waste. What about yours?”
Jordan rubbed her forehead. “I should have known better than to do anything other than speak as literally as possible… I hate fairies.”
“You only know one fairy, darling.” Tock’s eyes blinked, the irises turning green, than orange, than staying at a robin’s egg blue. “Unfair of you to judge the whole species just because you don’t like me. Especially because I have been nothing but fair and helpful to you.”
“You tried to trick me into giving you my skin.”
“TRIED. Tried is the key word there. Plus you didn’t fall for it, so what’s the problem?”
Jordan sighed, knowing that there was never any point with arguing with Tock.
She had run into the fairy over two years ago. At that time she was frantic, trying to find Hunter’s location, and her desperation had led her to the darker corners of the city. She had spent every last coin she had, unable to eat or sleep, and at her darkest moment, she stumbled into Tock’s shop. Later Jordan had realized that it was likely that despair that had allowed her to find his place. There were magic wards to keep all but the most vulnerable out.
When they met, Tock had seen her madness, her obsession, and was ecstatic. He tried to get her to agree to many terrible deals in exchange for tracking down Hunter and after adding a small addendum she had agreed, feeling that whatever price she had to pay was worth it.
In the end, the addendum she had insisted on saved her skin, quite literally. She had added on a time limit that he had to track Hunter down and arrange a meeting. And to Tock’s shock and dismay, whatever elven magic was hiding Hunter’s identity; it was beyond the fairy’s ability to dismantle.
Tock had failed to find Hunter, and the contract expired. Jordan left, at the time feeling a strange mix of disappointment at the failure and gratitude to be still in one piece. As they parted ways, she swore never to come back to his broken place of deals with the devil.
Until today.
“So what brings you here, my lovely little fish?” Tock flipped his coin again, and it sizzled as it disappeared into thin air. “Still trying to find that stubborn elf boyfriend of yours?”
“He was just a friend, and no. I gave up on him years ago.”
Tock frowned, blinking as his eyes turned a bronze color. “Pity. Your skin has only gotten prettier since the last time I saw it… would love to find your price to part with it.”
“…” The memory of Hunter cheerfully making plans to run away with her still hung in her mind. What was it that he had said? “We might lose our clothes and money, but at least we’d have a fun story to tell”? We had no idea what real fairies were like. The ocean’s song in Jordan’s ears was rising, she kept her lips closed to hold back the seductive call of the magic. The fairy noticed her struggle, backing away slightly.
“Fine, fine, no more talk about your skin. Why are you mermaids so sensitive about losing organs?” He paused for a moment, thinking. “Mermaids regenerate, right? Or was that trolls?”
“Tock….” The name was forced out between clenched teeth.
The fairy rolled his eyes, changing them to a pure silver color. “So what deal DO you want to make today, my angry mermaid friend?”
She dug through her pocket handing over a silver badge with a handkerchief. Her touch shouldn’t affect his abilities, but Jordan still didn’t want to touch it. It represented something she had tried to move beyond in the last few years, a part of the past that caused her to wake up sobbing some nights, and to stay up drinking others.
Hunter had been her only friend, the only person in this world she thought she could trust. She had learned the hard way how foolish that trust had been. But once she had finally made peace with that fact, he had sent someone to intrude in her life once more. After forcing her to stay out of his battle, he was inviting her to join him, dangling the one thing he knew she couldn’t resist to get her to agree: the existence of other full blood mermaids.
She wasn’t going to play by his rules. If he was expecting her to run back to his side after forcing her away years ago, he would be sorely disappointed. And if she was going to use the clue he had given her, it was for her reasons and no one else’s. Because for everything he had gotten wrong, Hunter had gotten one thing very right:
She did want to find the mermaids in the city.
Not out of any sense of loyalty or need to find others like her, however. She was simply desperate. The instincts to fight and kill, to use her magic to trap and destroy, grew stronger by the day. Soon she was afraid she’d start killing innocent people. She needed to find a way to control it.
Jordan was hoping that other mermaids would know how.
Maybe other mermaids don’t have this problem. She thought at her darkest moments. Maybe I’m just a killer, a monster.
She tried not to think about that to often.
Tock gingerly picked up the badge, his eyes widening with surprise and turning a glowing violet.
“You always have the best things! Let’s see… silver… It was made several years ago… it had other forms years ago… but the owners of those items died quite violently…” He paused, glancing at her curiously. “Your handiwork, I would guess?”
“No comment.”
“Such an unfriendly fish… good thing you have such pretty skin, otherwise I wouldn’t pay you any attention.” He turned back towards the badge in his hand. “It was made with care and love… quite a pure emotion of care… along with a large amount of hope, all mixed in with the silver as it was reformed… it was part of a set?”
“Yes.” She swallowed uncomfortably, pushing back the memories of a young naïve girl, who thought herself hardened and bitter, carefully making a birthday present for her best friend.
“Can I see the other one?”
She thought of the location of the badge she had once treasured. “No.”
Tock pouted. “Fine. It contains quite a few auras, but the strongest one… is quite familiar.” His eyes turned a bright angry red. “Elf!”
“Yeah, it was Hunter’s.”
“That BASTARD! His blasted elf magic forced me to lose my contract with you!” He tossed the badge to the counter with a disgusted grimace. “You’ll never be that perfect combination of desperate and vulnerable again!” He looked back at me. “You are STILL trying to find that elf who dumped you three years ago? And I thought you had standards.”
The ocean song roared in her ears as it sensed her anger, pushing at her control, leaking from her lips. She could feel it swelling beneath her skin, threatening to force itself out. Tock rolled his eyes at the sight.
“Don’t try your battle magic here. You may be quite terrifying to meet in a dark alleyway, but I have some great wards in place.” He sneered as she kept her lips closed tightly. “Just a word of advice: Don’t face off a fairy in his own home.”
Jordan forced her magic down with great struggle, every instinct wanting to lash out. “I don’t want you to find Hunter. I want to know most frequent locations this amulet has been over the past six months.”
“And that’s not the same thing because…”
“Because it’s not him I’m wanting to find.” If he's found mermaids, then the locations he's been, the people he's spoken to... they'll be clues to track them down.
Tock raised an eyebrow. “Then what ARE you trying to find?”
“None of your business. I just need the locations this object has been most frequently.”
“Very well.” His smile became sly, his eyes shifting away from the angry red to a dark blue. “What deal shall we make for me to do this? How about your skin…”
The last word trailed off as Jordan held up a golden coin.
“…”
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The silence in the room stretched on, as Tock’s gaze was locked on the object in her hand. His eye color was shifting rapidly, brown, grey, orange, green, before the whole eye filled with color finally turning a solid, glowing silver. His shoulders twitched, and his teeth grew longer in his mouth, the sharp points pressing into his still human appearing lips.
“Where did you get that?” His whisper had lost all of his previous joking tone. There was a small amount of magic woven into his words, a minor compelling spell to force her to speak, and speak truthfully. It buried itself in her ear, making her thoughts foggy. Jordan smiled, shaking her head as the ocean song within her rose in volume, drowning out the fairy magic easily, keeping her mind clear.
“I’ve picked up a lot of things these past few years.”
“ANSWER. THE. QUESTION.”
“No.” Jordan flipped the coin, mimicking the fairy’s earlier actions. “Don’t try your magic on me, fairy. I’ve had too many years of practice ignoring magical compulsions.”
“Fine.” He sighed loudly. “Do you know what it is you have there? Do you know if there’s any more?”
“I’ve heard stories… tales only whispered in dark alleys and in crumbling basements. Do you know in schools here they teach that the humans are the only ones affected by the Darkness? That losing the ability to have children was the be all and end all of the curse?”
“…” Tock kept silent, staring at her. Shrugging, she continued with a mocking smile.
“What a limited view, right? Turns out that everyone lost something to the Darkness. Every single one. It took whatever that species valued most. For humans, such a short-lived, social people, it was taking away the ability to make new generations. But fairies… you are born of magic and air, part of nature and outside of time. Procreation means nothing to you.” She flipped the coin up, letting it spin in the air before catching it and holding it firmly in her hand. “The Darkness took something much more important to you fairies.”
Tock was trembling at her words, unclear if it was with fear or anger. “What do you think the Darkness took from us?”
Jordan glanced at his empty back. “Your wings.”
“…” The fairy’s hands were gripping the counter in front of him. His fingers sank into the wood as easily as if it was made of clay.
“If it were just something to help you fly, I bet you would have simply made do without them. But they represent something much more important, don’t they?” She leaned closer, ignoring his threatening aura. “That’s where fairies store their magic. So now you have the live with the scraps of magic you absorb from the earth and enchanted items, unable to store it within yourself. That’s why you work here, in this pitiful little shop, unable to do more than hide behind these wards and peddle minor magic tricks for favors.”
“Be careful, mermaid…”
“Oh I’m careful enough, Tock.” She opened her hand and stared at the coin in her palm. “No wonder you wanted my skin… how much magic should be stored within it, I wonder. Enough to last you a few years I would think. Which is why this little coin is so important to you.”
“…”
“Fairy gold.” She held it up again. “Quite pretty, actually, looks like the real thing even on close inspection. But if I were to try to spend it… it would expel all the magic stored inside, turning to wood and taking away my lifetime’s luck. An inconvenience for me… but for you?” She grinned. “It stores enough magic for you to live comfortably for quite some time. You could leave this shop, set up protective wards wherever you ended up. Magic enough to stabilize your appearance so your eyes and ears don’t change; let you blend in if you wanted to leave your house for a change. “
“…”
“So what do you say, Tock.” Jordan flipped the coin one last time. “Do we have a deal?”
After a long pause, the fairy spoke up. “… I …”
“TOCK ARE YOU HERE?!!”
The shop door slammed open and a short redheaded young man burst in. As he rushed to the counter, Jordan got a closer look. He was a few inches shorter than her, his leaner frame still obviously muscular. His facial features were handsome, with bright green eyes that glowed with excitement and fiery red hair that was cropped short. He wore regular clothing, a grey t shirt and jeans, and would have seemed very average except for the massive axe strapped to his back.
Who the heck is this?
“Glit, this isn’t the time.” Tock warned, his tone still angry and tense.
“No, Tock, I’ve been thinking about it… maybe I SHOULD be willing to compromise… exactly how much skin would you need to help me find the dwarves?”
The fairy’s eyes glowed an excited gold, his teeth retracting once more as he stabilized his appearance. “Well now…”
“Add his bill to mine.” Jordan interrupted, glaring at Tock. “No skin.”
“But… that’s unfair! We already had a deal!”
“You didn’t accept it in time, so now the deal has changed. “ She shrugged “The price I’m offering is more than enough to cover us both. I would suggest you take the deal before it changes again.”
Tock glared. “FINE! FINE, I ACCEPT!”
The young man turned to her, shocked. She met his gaze, holding back the urge to sigh. Jordan wasn’t much one for random acts of kindness to strangers, but he reminded her of herself a few years ago. Lost, desperate… the only kind of people who can slip past Tock’s wards. She just wasn’t sure what his reaction would be to her interference… annoyance? Gratitude?’
He grinned at her. “You look really strong! Wanna fight?!”
… Well that certainly hadn’t been the reaction she was expecting.
“Maybe later…”
His shoulders slumped. “Dangit. I was losing hope of meeting a strong person in this awful city… no offense if you like it here.”
“None taken, I don’t.”
“I finally meet someone worthy of a good fight, and I make a terrible first impression.” He sighed. “My Ma always did say I needed to work on my introductions.”
“…And you are?”
His eyes widened. “I haven’t told you that yet?” His hand slapped his forehead. “Sorry, must have been distracted by the whole ‘trading my skin’ thing. I’m Glitenaere ni Tolk Vhelarite, firstborn of Marleiun ge Nerturin, the greatest Dwarven warrior alive… but you can call me Glit!”
She looked over the short young man. “You are the greatest warrior?”
“Nope. My Ma.”
“You’re a dwarf?”
“Since I was born.”
Jordan felt curious, having only ever read about dwarves from human textbooks, which said they were a reclusive, unfriendly race.
The reportedly unfriendly, reclusive dwarf was reaching out to shake her hand. “Thanks for the saving my skin, friend!”
She didn’t take his hand. “Shouldn’t you have a beard?”
Tock burst out into laughter, his eyes turning a humorous magenta. “Wow, way to go straight for the gut.”
“Aww, shut up fairy, she didn’t mean anything by it. Can’t blame her for not knowing in a city like this.” Glit leaned against the counter, rubbing his chin with an idle hand. “I’m a darkling, a child born infected by the Darkness.”
“Every race lost something.” Jordan whispered.
“Not everyone was infected, but those who were never grew beards.” He looked sad for a brief moment. “It’s a symbol of strength, of connection to the Earth… everything in our culture revolves around it.”
“What about the women?”
“Oh they grow them too. You should see my Ma. Her beard makes all the boys cry with jealousy.” Glit laughed. “They all thought with her being the strongest and all, her child would be too… but…”
“…Sorry.”
“Oh don’t worry, friend. I’m not weak. I may not have a connection with the earth and a powerful beard, but I’m a force to be reckoned with when I have an axe in my hand!”
Tock looked up, his eyes turning bright white. “You may have to test that out sooner rather than later. We have company.”
BANG! Something slammed into the closed door behind them.
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Jordan took a defensive stance, while Glit drew his axe. “Who’s coming?”
“Probably one of those damn purity obsessed groups. They constantly sweep the slums, looking for low bloods and part elves. Usually the wards keep them away, but today, I got a little… distracted. “
“Great. Not really in the mood to deal with these guys, Tock.”
“They bad guys?” Glit spoke up.
“Yep.” Jordan answered softly. “They do horrible things to those who can’t defend themselves.”
“Fair enough. Today they picked on the wrong type of people, though.” Glit grinned. “Let’s kill them!”
His easy acceptance of the violence they would face ahead gave her a little pause. Before she could examine it too closely, the door crashed open, and a large group of men wearing black cloths around the lower halves of their faces rushed in. In their hands were standard pistols, the dull metal glinting off the many lamps of Tock’s shop.
“Looks like we got a haul, boys!” One of them spotted Glit and Jordan, his eyes widening with shock. “That short one definitely can’t be high purity… he’s either a low blood or a dirty elf mix blood! And the other…” He glanced and Jordan and laughed. “A No Blood? Thought they were all gone!”
Glit twirled the massive axe in his hand with ease, looking confused. “Do I look like an elf?”
Jordan thought of the tall quiet young man who had always followed behind her, always trying to avoid violence. “Not even a little.”
“Ah.” He tossed the axe lightly, catching it with the other hand. “Hey fellas, despite your insults and poor eyesight, I’m gonna be nice. Here’s your one chance to run away, before my strong friend and I start slicing you to pieces.”
Even with the majority of his face covered, the disdain on the attacker’s face was evident. “Shut up, dirty elf! Even with your axe, you really think you can face a group with guns?" He snorted, "Now we’re gonna have fun killing you.”
Glit just laughed at the threat. “I was hoping you guys would say that!”
As the group of attackers spread out around the room, he turned to face one side, leaving his back open to Jordan.
Jordan hesitated briefly at Glit’s open back, startled at the gesture of trust, before slowly turning to cover him. She glanced around to see that Tock had disappeared before closing her eyes, calling up the song within her and setting it free.
From her mouth a song of battle rang out. Several of the attackers stopped in their tracks, caught in her illusion, but the rest were only mildly affected, just barely losing their grips on their weapons.
Jordan cursed silently, still singing. Her magic was very effective against small groups of enemies, but the more people it was spread out against, the less useful it would be.
As the song of death spilled constantly from her lips, she felt her nails grow out into claws and moved forward, striking the attackers that were not incapacitated first. From the side she heard Glit run forward, spinning his axe, blood and tissue flying through the air as he cut through enemies.
Blood dripped from her fingers. She heard someone behind her, preparing to strike and turned, grabbing his neck. She felt the water within his heart, and used her magic to stop it in place. His face turned pale, and clutching his chest, he fell to the ground.
Jordan was feeling the drain of her magic. Her vision was turning a bright blue, the song growing in her mind, calling for her to give in completely.
BANG! A shot rang out past her ear, and sensing the danger, the song surged louder in her soul.
Can’t give up all control to my instincts. She thought grimly, slicing the shooter’s face. I might just lose myself completely.
It was hard, fighting against physical enemies while resisting the magical bind of her own blood, but Jordan forced herself forward, grateful for the help of the dwarf beside her. If she had faced all these enemies by herself, she might have lost to the bloodlust within her.
The air was filled with blood and screams.
And then… there was silence.
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Jordan’s vision cleared as she forced the song of the ocean down, keeping it tightly controlled within herself. Her nails retracted and she stood in place, staring down at the blood on her hands.
Hunter always said he didn’t want me to be a killer. She closed her eyes briefly with pain. She felt dirty, worthless. Maybe if I wasn’t one he wouldn’t have left me behind.
Lost in her thoughts, she only came out of it as she felt a warm touch on her hands. Shocked, her eyes flew open, only to see Glit pushing a large wet cloth into her grasp.
“Here, friend, you can clean your hands with this.”
She paused, unused to the kindness, but took it anyways. “Thanks.”
“No problem! You’re amazing! That battle song… had magic in it right? Are you not human?”
“Mermaid.” The word came out before she could stop it, and Jordan pressed her lips together, annoyed. He’s a stranger. No need to tell him anything more. She tucked the dirty rag in her pocket, not wanting to give Tock a free sample of her blood.
“Really? I thought they had all disappeared!” Glit’s face lit up. “My Ma always said that the mermaids were the only warriors she wouldn’t want to face up against! That’s awesome!”
She glanced at the dismembered bodies on his side of the room. “You’re not such a bad fighter yourself.”
His smile brightened. “Really? Thanks! Those guys back home thought I was pretty useless, being a Darkling and all, but if a mermaid warrior says so, I’ll trust your opinion!”
“This is all very touching… but what am I supposed to do about the mess you made?” Tock’s annoyed tone caught their attention.
“We fought off your attackers while you hid in the back, fairy.” Jordan raised an eyebrow. “You can worry about the mess. You’re lucky we don’t charge you for the service.”
“Yeah, what she said!” Glit crossed his arms, standing at her shoulder, and smiled at Tock, the still bloody axe in his hand making the gesture threatening.
Tock rolled his now yellow eyes. “Fine. While you two were gleefully tearing those idiots to pieces, I finished the tasks you gave me.” He spread a map on the counter, ignoring as the far corner was stained with blood. Jordan recognized it as a map of the city. With a golden pen the fairy circled a few buildings. “Here’s where the amulet has spent the most time in the last six months, in order of most time spent.”
She glanced over at Glit beside her. “And the dwarves?”
“Tougher, since he doesn’t have a possession from the dwarves in question, but…” He picked up a silver marker, and circled one place. “There is a high concentration of earth magic here.”
Glit and Jordan stared at the spot, where silver and gold overlapped.
“Looks like me might be looking for the same place.” She whispered.
“Really? That’s great, friend!” He paused. “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Jordan. But I don’t think we’re friends. I don’t trust anyone.” Not anymore.
“Jordan!” He grinned. “Don’t worry, we can still be friends. You don’t have to trust me. I’ll trust you enough for the both of us.”
Tock groaned. “You’re so naïve… why couldn’t you have shown up when the mermaid wasn’t around?! I could have extorted you for so much skin!”
Jordan grabbed the map silently, unsure of how to respond to the dwarf’s enthusiasm.
“If you’re going there, can we go together? I’m looking for a large group of dwarves that disappeared, we think they might be being held captive in the city.”
“…You really shouldn’t trust people so easily.” Her words came out as a pained whisper.
Glit’s face became solemn for the first time since they met. “It’s okay. I’ve grown up in a world that hates me. It’s not been easy, but over the years, I’ve developed a good sense of those around me, and what kind of people they are.”
“And kind of person do you think I am?” She was genuinely curious what the cheerful dwarf thought of her.
“You? Well, you’re someone who cares too much and wishes you wouldn’t. My guess is that you’ve been hurt very badly by someone you trusted… and now you would never wish that same pain on another person.” He shrugged. “So that’s why I trust you. You might kill me if you have to, but you’ll do it facing me. You won’t stab me in the back. You couldn’t bear to do that to someone after what you’ve been through.”
“Interesting opinion.” Jordan felt a strange mixture of despair and relief at his words. “Not put off by me killing men while they’re stunned by magic? That wasn’t just a fight…I’m a killer.”
“Hmm… well, I just chopped up six guys with an axe, and the only reason they didn’t shoot a bunch of holes in me is because of your magic, so I’m pretty sure I can’t judge.” Glit patted her on the back. “Are you looking for mermaids, like I’m looking for dwarves?”
She nodded silently, although silently she thought their reasons for looking were quite different.
“Then let’s go find our people together! You don’t have to trust your back to me, but don’t worry! I’ll defend it anyways.”
“Can you two leave?" Tock rubbed his face tiredly, his eyes flickering between purple and pink. "This touchy feely stuff is bad for my business. What if some desperate fool walks in and is inspired by all your motivational speaking?”
Jordan tossed him the fairy gold, taking back the silver badge she had given him, and turned and left the shop. “Never coming back, Tock.”
“Keep telling yourself that, my fishy friend!” He called back. “You’ll come back. They always do.”
“Okay then! See you later, Tock!” Glit called out as he walked behind her.
“…Actually, I would prefer it if YOU don’t come back. You give me a headache.”
Jordan and Glit left the carnage filled shop behind them
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“So mermaids and dwarves being held in the center of the city.” Glit thought out loud. “Some sort of human conspiracy?”
Jordan thought of growing up in the orphanage, the city’s emphasis on having higher purity of mermaid blood rather than human, the complete lack of information on other races. She thought of Hunter and the underground Resistance. Of the Darkness that spread everywhere, touching every species.
Everyone lost something to the darkness, right?
So what did mermaids lose?
... What did I lose?
“There’s something broken about this world, more going on here then we realize.” Jordan answered softly. “But we’re going to figure it out.”
“Together?”
“For now.”
“Awesome!” He pumped a fist in the air. “Wait until I tell my Ma I went on a quest with a mermaid warrior. She’s gonna be so impressed!” He paused. “You two would get along, I think. Strong warrior types and all.”
Jordan sighed, rubbing her forehead.
“Why does everyone keep sighing around me?”
“… Let’s go. “
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They moved quietly towards the place marked on the map. Glit, surprisingly, activated a hidden mechanism on his axe, folding it into thirds and hiding it in a backpack, and pinned on a “34” badge. He saw her glance at the silver ornament and shrugged. “Snatched this off some guy who tried to mug me when I arrived in town. Most people think I’m just a low purity level student when I’m dressed like this .”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
“…” Older than me? Jordan adjusted her mental view of him silently.
“Don’t worry if you thought I was younger.” He raised his hands helplessly. “No beard and the dwarven height tends to confuse people.”
“Sorry.”
“No worries, as long as you don’t think I’m weak and helpless just because I’m shorter than you.”
She thought of him cutting through enemies with his axe. “No chance of that.”
They made they way to the abandoned factory that Tock had marked for them. As they neared the area, Glit pulled out a machine from his bag waving it through the air.
“What’s that?”
“Dwarven machine, it detects the presence of magic.” He frowned. “We need to be careful. This whole place is covered with spells.”
“If this was a human holding place…”
“It shouldn’t have magic.” He finished her thought. “Maybe go up to the roof and enter from there instead?”
They scaled the wall silently, cutting a small hole in the roof with yet another tool from Glit’s bag. As she peered into the building, she felt the ocean’s song start welling up within her.
“There’s danger here. We should go back and regroup.”
“Jordan, look out!” Glit pushed her to the side, wincing as the blow from behind her struck his head instead.
Jordan opened her mouth to release her magic, but before a sound could escape, a hand grasped her arm and magic flooded her body.
“Sleep.” The voice was familiar, but her mind was already falling into darkness.
Jordan woke up on a couch in a dark room. Groaning, she rubbed her head, feeling angry. She knew this feeling, this hung over dizzy sensation. Remembered it too clearly even though she wished she could forget.
“Elven magic.”
Glit groaned from his sprawled position in the corner of the room, his arms and legs tied tightly. The ropes dug into his skin, but he ignored it as he flipped his body into a sitting position on the floor, looking up at her with a sad expression. “Sorry I missed them behind us.”
“It’s fine, thanks for taking that hit for me.” She glanced at the wound on his head, crusted with dried blood, and winced. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a friendly tap. I’ve got a hard head.” He grinned, then looked around. “Real question is, who has us, and why?”
“I have an idea... but I really hope I’m not right.”
“You always did have good instincts, Jordan.”
The familiar voice spoke up from the doorway, Jordan forced herself to sit up on the couch, staring at their captor with a pained expression.
She knew him.
Of course she knew him.
He had set his trap, sent her his badge, knowing she would use it… and she had fallen for it.
The man who haunted her nightmares smiled sadly at her. “Not happy to see me?”
She blinked, shaking her head slowly. “Hello again, Hunter.”
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Oh I'd love to see the scenario you have for “I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you,” anyone else but you by moldy peaches, please?
thank you for the request anon! i was super excited to write this! here is some tech fluff :) only warnings are a club scene that includes light discussion of a lap dance. I hope you enjoy <3
prompts from songs that remind me of tech
Tech was a soldier. A soldier loyal to the Republic, created with an exceptional mind by the Kaminoans to be the brains of a team that worked together. He spent his time in his youth training to become more efficient and researching subjects all over the holonet on a datapad given to him by the Kaminoans, not to mention the research being done on him. Not only did he face strict testing and orders from the Kaminoans, but also throughout the Clone War.
In every part of his life, he has never been inclined to truly love anyone in a romantic way. He held love for his brothers, even when they teased him relentlessly and embarrassed him in public. Even more so, the clones encouraged him to partake in activities with various people spotted in bars. Wrecker even went as far as buying him a dance from a female Twi’lek who most clones longed after. Reminiscing on the memory, Tech cringed in real time. The Twi’lek sauntered over to him. Heads of clones turned his way, jealousy in the eyes of most. Not quite aware of what was happening until she took a seat on his lap, his eyes flicked to Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair confusingly, before finally settling on a laughing Wrecker.
The Twi’Lek grabbed his chin, tilting it up to look at her. He quietly informed her that he was not interested in partaking in such an act, and instead directed her toward Wrecker. She smiled, seeming to understand and accept the fact, and stood up to walk to Wrecker.
Hunter leaned over to him, “You refused an offer like that?” He spoke quietly under the music.
Tech shrugged, “I didn’t see anything in her.” His hands settled on his datapad. He intended to research why so many men lusted after female Twi’leks. Hunter sighed.
Tech flinched thinking of the memory, deciding instead to dwell on a more preferable memory. The first time he met you.
He wandered around the streets of Coruscant and searched for the library that the regs had told him about. Regrettably lost without his datapad, he relied on the spoken word to help him find the library of Coruscant. He longed to just go to the Jedi archives, however, clones were only permitted in certain areas of the temple and the archives were not one of those areas.
So, here he was, on a wild bantha chase in search of a place he began to think didn’t exist. As he was about to abandon the haste of the research about the planet the batch was on the way to next, he spotted the library. Matching the durasteel architecture of Coruscant, the library stood tall and mature. The building was nearly all glass and durasteel. Feeling a bit more inspiration, he picked up his pace toward the looming building.
While walking, his mind raced with just how much information could fit in that library. Although it was in no comparison to the holonet, it had been some time since he was able to enter a library, and he was eager at the thought.
The doors opened, revealing to Tech a large collection of books, holopad recordings, and so much more. The library was stories high and each floor was shaped similar to a square, with an empty section in the middle of each floor to look out at all of the other sections above and below.
As his eyes took everything the vast library had to offer beneath his helmet, he failed to notice the person approaching from behind.
“Hi there,” you waved politely, “is there anything specific you’re looking for today?” You held one arm with the other nervously.
Tech did not notice the introduction, instead still marveling in the wonder that is physical knowledge. Then, he felt a tap on his armor that nearly made him reach for his blaster. He whipped around only to be confronted by you.
If he hadn’t been rendered speechless by the stunning building, now he was a wreck. He watched as you scratched the back of your head, laughing softly, “Sorry, I really didn’t intend to scare you.”
He gazed at you, feeling a warmth in his stomach that he hadn’t personally felt before, but had studied after Wrecker said it was how the Twi’lek made him feel.
“Are you okay there buddy?” You asked, genuinely seeming concerned at this point. Your arms reached toward him, as he likely looked like he was about to faint.
“My apologies. When individuals find someone attractive, they often develop a strange phenomenon of ‘butterflies in the stomach’,” He watches as your eyes widen, showing interest, and continues, “This is a case of nerves or thoughts and feelings, which in turn end up compromising maximum performance. Evidently, as you just observed at the expense of my dignity.” Tech explained and laughed, then waited for your reaction. The feeling had not eased up any.
He watched you as your mind grinded gears. You crossed your arms and leaned to one side, “Are you saying you find me attractive? We’ve only just met!” You talked in hushed tones, chuckling a bit. “Anyways… what brings you here? I’ve never seen a clone in here.”
Tech smiled to himself under his helmet. “It appears that in a careless manner I have broken my datapad for the time being. I need to do some research on the planet my squad is heading to tomorrow.” The feeling in his stomach never left as you explained to him how to find information about planets and systems. Even when focused on the planet after you had left him to his own business, he felt as if he wanted to talk to you more.
He made sure to say farewell before leaving, although he returned to the library as soon as the batch came back from their mission a week later. His brothers had never seen him in such a hurry. Of course, by then, his datapad was fixed. That really left his brothers confused.
As Tech ran from the landing platform toward the streets of Coruscant, Echo called out to him, “Tech! You forgot your datapad!” He held it up in the air.
Hunter and Crosshair eyed the datapad suspiciously. That thing literally never leaves Tech’s side, where was he going without it? They shared a quizzical look with Echo. Soon, their attention was turned to Tech, who was already far, yelling back, “I won’t need it! Keep it safe!” He waved over his shoulder and continued in a run.
Before the end of the war as it raged on, Tech would wander to your Coruscant apartment or the library (wherever you were for the time of day or night), and you two would spend hours together. One night in particular, you asked him a question that he couldn’t answer.
Legs intertwined, your head on his shoulder and his arm cradling your head, Tech sighed contently. You looked up to him and asked what the long sigh was about. He dismissed your concern, telling you that he was at ease and relaxed.
“When the war is over, will you come to me?” Your question was sudden. The sound of your voice split through the room. It sounded small, nervous, and apprehensive. Tech had never considered the end of the war and what it meant for you two. Your relationship hadn’t been particularly closed off, but neither of you felt compelled to be with anyone else. The confirmation of an exclusive relationship was just never discussed.
He looked down to you and ran his hand through your hair. “I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you. Of course I’ll come to you. I’ll be here.” He planted a kiss on your forehead and hugged you to his body tightly.
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