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simplykorra · 1 year

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I think it's easy to forget just exactly what Ava went through. She was SEVEN years old and woke up in strange place, with cranky old nuns, only to find out she was paralyzed and that her mom had died. Not only that, but no other member of her family ever came for her. Nobody was looking for her, nobody wanted her and suddenly she's all alone and dealing with the loss of her mothre and her independence.

You'd think, oh well maybe she has a support system in the orphanage? Nope, they treat her like shit, like the burden she believes she is. As someone who has been in a wheelchair their whole life, let me tell you, feeling like a burden is an everyday thing. You’re not, and having people who remind you that you’re not and make you understand that you’re not is beautiful, but Ava didn’t have that. She had Sister Frances, who went out of her way to tell Ava she was worthless and I doubt anyone else there was much better.

So it's no wonder Ava was a sarcastic, snarky little shit to the nuns in the orphanage - they made her that way. Being bratty to them was the only thing she could do to feel some semblance of control.

Flash forward to Ava's death, where she was literally murdered because nobody cared and there was nowhere for her to go. Ava spent twelve years in a personal hell of being trapped in her own body, was then killed like someone taking out the garbage. Empty, alone and tossed aside.

So when she was revived by the halo, with her legs suddenly working and freedom to do whatever she wanted, of COURSE she wanted to be free.

That's the entirety of Ava's character arc - SHE WANTS TO LIVE! She hasn't been able to for so long she barely remembers how to do it.

It's not that easy, of course, the halo carries a ton of weight and Ava fights it and runs from it and resists it as much as she can, and who can blame her? She finally gets the chance to be alive, to be free and enjoy life and all these strangers (who are everywhere becuase Ava is completely alone in the world) are pushing and pulling her in every direction. She's constantly told that she doesn't deserve the halo. Doesn't deserve this chance.

Despite ALL of that, Ava's heart is strong and her passion for life overshadows all the darkness she's been dealt. She isn't just full of life, but love. She's spent years not having anyone to love her, but more than that, she's never been able to give anyone her love and I think that's very important to her. We see it so much as the show goes on. Her softness with Mother Superion when she finds her halo scar, and the way she connects with Mary, Camila being sweet to her, little things like that.

Then of course there's Bea.

Beatrice, who never sees Ava as someone that needs to be replaced, but as someone who can be taught, trained and shaped into what they need. Who sees that Ava, the human being, has value and that she's worth protecting. They connect and share and for the first time, Ava has someone who actually accepts her as a person. Not a burden or a vessel for the halo, but Ava Silva, the girl inside that's been so alone for so long.

I think that's why Ava is so bouncy with Bea, falls for her so easily, because Beatrice saw Ava's zest for life and her need for love and embraced it. Saw it as something worth fighting for, beyond the halo or duty, Beatrice liked HER. Probably the first person who felt that way since her mother was taken from her (outside of Diego, but he was so young it couldn't have been the same).

Anyway, this long winded post that probably doesn't make any sense is just my way of saying that I love Ava. I love her joy and her humor. I love that she has had so much pain dumped on her and still chooses to smile. Given the way she was treated and the power she was given, Ava could have been a villain. She could have carried a hatred for god or the world and everyone in it who forgot about her but she didn't. Instead, she found the life and love she desperately wanted and gave up everything to protect it.

#ava silva #avatrice #warrior nun #this is my long overdue ava silva appreciation post #sometimes you just find characters that hit different and she's that for me #i'm not sure i'll find one i enjoy more than her #save warrior nun #alba baptista #she deserves all the awards for her performance of ava #she's INCREDIBLE

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waayfo · 26 days

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TO THE LONG FORGOTTEN PROPHECY neuvilette x gn!reader

summary speaking of prophecy— of course the fountaine citizens immediately thinking about the prophecy about fontaine's future that always haunting their sleep, remembering that what happened in the future involved their own lives. but there is one prophecy that almost (or even everyone?) everyone forgets; the prophecy regarding the hydro dragon— who has always remaining alone will meet his mate.

⋆ 𖦹 ˚｡⋆ fluff, no plot/plotless, light angst, reader is not traveler, fontaine archon quests spoilers, there might be some ooc, cross posting on AO3. a/n : im trying to get out of my comfort zone by not using google translate too much! so pls be easy on me T~T (yes english is not my first language) my draft suddenly disappeared & i had to write t again

the discernible hints of the prophecy starting to become reality didn’t went unnoticed by fontaine citizens, as they started to feel anxious— even scared to death.

and of course, mortals being themselves always helplessly blamming their beloved archon. mouths vociferate loudly as they continue blamming her for not being able to do anything. but oh little did they know about what struggles she’s been facing all this time merely for the sake of her own folks, that they couldn’t even face it themselves. but they just keep howling like wolves.

‘…that all people from fontaine are born with sin that cannot be absolved; one day, the waters of fontaine will rise and the sinful people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain; weeping on her throne- only then will the sins of the people be washed away.’

and after the prophecy has passed, the trial of sins and a 500 year long show that is finally coming to an end, and the hydro dragon finally forgiven their sins.

and when the spotlights in the opera went out one by one, the seats are empty, and furina finished her part at the performance. she remained silent. the endeavor she faced all this time is finally gone. and now the theatrical has ended, what will she do now?

a small performance that performed by furina herself must be met with painful reality; she has to go. leaving the place where she had been living, in order to start a new beginning.

in the morning she started packing her things, helped by her venerated partner— neuvilette. but she suddenly remembered something that focalor had told her before.

“ah, well.. neuvilette,” she hesitantly said. “i want to remind you about a… prophecy that i think you forgot.”

one of neuvilette's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "oh? and what prophecy is that?" he’s sure that he never forgot about an important prophecy.

‘….alas! it will rain heavily one day; the hydro dragon cry to bid farewell to his dearest friend all-the-time. only to be changed by a rainbow, now that he finally found his mate.’

“that…” neuvilette give her a heavy sigh. “i don’t believe in that prophecy.”

“why? don’t you know that it’s raining heavily outside?” he peeked at the window. and like furina said, it was raining very hard outside, and he knew why. “it will never happen,” he replied.

furina only smiled at him. because deep down in her heart, she believed that her friend would find the perfect partner. as a reward for his hard work until now.

“well then, neuvilette. goodbye and…. thank you.”

insignificant annoyance were heard with every step neuvilette takes. why does it keep raining? they said. and a small child asked his mother innocently, ‘why does the hydro dragon keep crying?’

neuvilette could only stare at his reflection in the water distorted by raindrops. even if lightning started to strike, it would not dare to approach him. for the first time in a long time, he felt worldly tranquility he had longed for.

and that's why he chose to ignore the figure standing beside him. neuvilette didn't intend to glance at that person, just to see their figure. until…

“hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!” that sentence was like a mantra for neuvilette. for a moment he thought that the voice of the person beside him was calming and soothing.

so neuvilette take a glance at the person beside him. time seemed to stop, neuvilette's heart was caught. the person's eyes shone amidst the darkness that accompanied neuvilette, they looked at him with worry. they’re captivating, their beauty is surreal that he’s sure that he’s dreaming right now.

and suddenly, the rain stopped. a rainbow slowly began to appear from the other end. maybe, just maybe, he can believe this one prophecy.

#konstelasiv fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #neuvilette x you #neuvilette imagine #neuvillette x you #neuvillete x reader #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette x y/n #genshin x gn reader #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x y/n #genshin angst

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castiwls · 3 months

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january 24th - s.w

Pairing; Sam & daughter (oc) kinda

Synopsis; January 24th is a quiet day in the Winchester house

Warnings; angst

Notes; Ok so. I meant to post this a few days back and forgot lmao but basically long story short I was lying in my bed when this idea hit me. It probs makes no sense but it's set post-final. I also listened to Marjorie while I wrote this so take from that what you will.

Masterlist

What died didn't stay dead What died didn't stay dead You're alive, you're alive in my head

The house was quiet. He rolled over and saw the clock flashing 10:15 am. She must have taken the kids to school before going to work he assumed as he closed his eyes again.

Sam loathed this day. Every year it would reach a new year and instead of being happy to bring the new year in it felt like a great weight on his chest. January 24th was the worst day of the year for Sam Winchester.

He lay in bed simply staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t surprised that no one had woken him up. It was common knowledge to anyone around him that he did not function on this day. It was almost like he regressed back to the person he was 20 years ago in that barn.

And damn had it really been 20 years. That realisation only made it hurt more. 2 full decades with his brother.

2 full decades of his life Dean had missed.

He felt angry. Angry that just when life was looking good for once one last curve ball was thrown and suddenly Sam was doing this alone. He was angry for the life that his brother never got to live. Angry that he never got to meet his niece and nephew. Angry that he never got his own family.

He lay there stewing in his own guilt, anger, and grief before the sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention.

Sam turned his head to see a figure peeking out from behind the door. He felt a small smile grace his lips. “Shouldn’t you be at school?” He winced slightly at how raspy his voice sounded.

The door slowly opened more and in stepped his youngest Hailey. She was only 14 (recently 14) yet every day more and more she reminded him of his brother. Her own brother Dean didn’t resemble his uncle much and in a way Sam was grateful. Sometimes around this time of year saying his name could be too much, he didn’t know what he would do if his son also shared his brother's looks.

“Told mum I was sick. Didn’t wanna leave you alone.” She said quietly as she walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. Sam sat up and sent her a weak smile. He simply watched her for a moment. She didn’t look much like either of her parents. She didn’t have Sam’s brown eyes or her mother's nose and hair. No Hailey Winchester had Dean green eyes, she’d had his blonde hair which had naturally darkened to a light brown as she had aged. She had his nose and most hauntingly his smile.

Sam tried to push the comparisons away. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He lifted the cover beckoning her to get into the bed. She grinned and accepted his invitation.

Sam felt his heartbeat pick up at her grin. Yet again all he saw was his brother.

Hailey moved closer to her dad allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “I would ask if you're ok but it seems like a stupid question.” She joked trying to soften his mood.

Sam chuckled before nodding. He pressed a kiss to her head before sitting back. Hailey was quiet for a long moment but Sam could tell she was thinking about something.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“Do you think he would have liked me? And Dean?”

Sam stiffened slightly at her question. He thought for a moment before smiling. “He would have adored you both. Would have spoiled you both too.” Sam smiled softly.

She smiled up at him with that damn smile. She settled back down into his embrace. “I wish I could have met him.” She said quietly.

Sam looked down at her and ran a hand through her hair. He wanted nothing more than for Dean to meet his children. Hell, when he’d first found out he was gonna be a dad the first thing he had done was go to call his brother. Then he remembered and put the phone down with a heavy heart.

He was quiet for a moment. He’d never really told Hailey much about her uncle. Sure he’d told Dean but he was older and he didn’t wanna freak Hailey out. Taking a deep breath Sam turned to his daughter. “I never told you about what happened when I left Stanford did it?”

He knew he would have to tell her the truth sooner or later. Tell her about the life he had lived before she’d been born. He glanced over to the clock. They had a good few hours before anyone would be home.

I know better But I still feel you all around I know better But you're still around

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seleneprince · 4 months

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Magische Linten (Magic Ribbons)

Contains: Dutch expressions (as a fandom, we forgot too fast that Kerch is a fantasy Dutch and that Kaz used dutch words in the books, like "ja". We should remember it). I used the translator for this, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know. Mentions of the Wandering Isle's culture about Grisha, which includes blood and questionable medical practices. Use some ocs. Saskia is a real character in the books, if you read them, you know who she is. I simply created an oc based on her.

(This follows the plot of the first book, Six of Crows, and not the show Shadow and Bone, althought it will contain references to it because I loved it too)

"There's no way"

"Seriously, I'm not lying"

"It cannot be true"

"Yes, it is. I can vanish anything in my hands and make it appear again somewhere else"

"¿Are you a Grisha?"

"Natuurlijk niet!* It's only a magic trick. I learnt it by watching one of those men with colorful clothes in the street. I think it's called 'illusionism' or something like that"

Saskia frowned. She knew what men he was referring to, but she never heard that word before. It sounded suspicious in her ears.

"¿Aren't what Grisha do basically magic tricks too?"

"Well, technically yes, but it's not the same. Anyone can do this if they learn and practice enough, but not everyone can do what a Grisha can, no matter how much they learn"

"I'm not sure. That trick you said sounded very Grisha-like to me"

"Fine! If you don't believe me, let me show you. I swear it has nothing to do with Grisha."

Saskia didn't quite buy it. It wasn't like she was worried that the boy would hurt her, but what he said sounded very weird. Where she came from, it was said that Grisha were dangerous and the only good thing they had was their blood, which could cure sickness. She remembered briefly when a doctor took some blood out of her when she had fever, and she cried the whole process. She couldn't understand how Grisha were capable of going through that so often, and voluntarily at that. They weren't normal.

But if he said he wasn't a Grisha, Saskia chose to believe him. Her "father" told her these boys were innocent, simple-minded. Her new friend had no reason to lie.

"Oké*, but make it fast. And if you hurt me, I'll hit you"

"I barely have to touch you, I just need something small. A pencil, or a button"

While they looked around them, Saskia brushed some strands from her eyes. She hated how her "mother" styled her hair, with ridiculous ties and curls. That's when she felt one of the ribbons she wore, and had an idea.

"Here", she took one of them off and gave it to him, "Use this"

He blinked at her, surprised.

"¿Are you sure? I don't-"

"You say you can make it appear again, ja? Besides, I have many more like this, so I don't mind if you lose this one"

He stared down at the red ribbon in his hand, his cheeks blushing in a expression akin to flusterment. Like he was holding 100 kruge in his palm instead of a simple piece of silk. When his eyes met Saskia's again, there was no sign of that expression. She was silently impressed with his quick facial control.

"Oké, now let us start!"

He smiled with confidence, and Saskia couldn't help but smile in return at his enthusiasm.

The boy proceeded to turn the ribbon around in his hands, twisting it with before her eyes, until suddenly...it dissapeared. Just like that, she was seeing it clearly one moment and the next she didn't anymore. No noise or twitch that signaled where it went. Saskia's mouth was wide open.

"What the-how did you do that?! You had it in your hand, I was seeing it! How is this possible? It just...vanished"

Instead of answering, the boy chuckled at her. He extended his hands towards her wrist, slowly, and stopped right where his fingers brushed her pulse point. He became still for a moment, worrying Saskia a bit with his lack of movement. Then, with a graceful twist of his hand, he started to move his hand away, and Saskia felt something soft sliding down her wrist.

It was the red ribbon.

She couldn't hide her fascination.

"Dat is geweldig!* How did you do it? I didn't feel it getting under my sleeve, nor I noticed it was there. How can it be?", she narrowed her eyes in suspicion at him, "¿Are you sure you're not a Grisha?"

When her eyes focused on him, she saw something weird. His cheeks were blushing, which didn't make sense because it wasn't that cold in the room. They had been mostly near the functioning chimney since they arrived. ¿Was he getting sick?

"Hey, ¿are you alright? Your face is getting red"

"Ah, uhm, I...it's nothing. I was just nervous that...it didn't work out. Yup, that's it", the boy shook his head, like he just broke out of a trance, and scratched his neck as he turned his eyes away. "And ja, I'm sure I'm not a Grisha. Like I said, anyone can do this"

"Oh, oké then", she had the feeling there was something else, but she got distracted quickly. "Well, I can't do it, and I'm very smart"

He chuckled softly.

"It has nothing to do if you're smart or not. You can't do it because you never practiced. If you tried, I bet you'll do it better than me", his cheeks reddened again, and Saskia thought he looked very cute like that, "You're the most talented person I know. You'll be probably good at everything."

"Well, I wouldn't say that either," now it was her turn to blush, "I read a lot of books, and my brot-my parents teach me many things, so that's why I know some stuff."

There was a pause between them, a comfortable silence that felt unusual in them. Whenever they were together, they talked nonstop and they didn't know how to stay still. Which was good for Saskia, because she couldn't stand silences. They made her nervous and uneasy, and she couldn't afford that. Not with him.

"Can I tell you something, Saskia?"

His voice sounded low out of sudden, and his eyes were fixed on her.

"Natuurlijk*, why do you ask?"

"It's just...I really like being with you and I don't want to make you bother you."

"I don't think you can do anything to bother me, dummy. Go on, what is it?"

He looked at her straight in her eyes, smiling shyly, but with a firm determination sparkling in his orbs.

"You're beau-"

The door was slammed open, showing Saskia's "father" and another boy with him.

"Here you are, ducklings", the man's deep voice captured the children's attention, "I'm sorry, boy, we lost track of time. Saskia, say goodbye to your friend, they're leaving."

"But pappa*, we still haven't-" she stopped herself when the man gave her a significant look. She bit her lip and nodded. "Oké"

They stood up, with Saskia brushing off her skirt and the boy fixing up his jacket. They walked side by side towards the exit, with Saskia's father and the older boy in front of them.

Just when the brothers were about to leave, her friend turned back to her abruptly.

"Wait! Saskia, take your ribbon. I forgot I had it", he extended his hand towards her, with the red silk still in his fingers, but the girl shook her head.

"Don't bother, you can keep it", she pushed his hand back gently. "It's a gift."

He stared at her perplexed.

"What are you saying? Are you sure?"

"Ja. Consider it a thanks for showing me that amazing trick. I loved it", she showed him a genuine smile, and he looked away again. "And if your hairs grows, you can use it to tie it back."

He scoffed playfully, glancing back at her with another smile.

"Yeah, sure, keep dreaming. No way I'm wearing that", his face softened. "See you tomorrow, I guess."

Something warm twisted in Saskia's chest. She pushed it back where it came from.

"Ja, see you tomorrow. And I hope you bring some new tricks. Now I want to see more of them."

He chuckled. Saskia was starting to find the sound very pleasant. She thought she wouldn't mind hearing it more often, and a sense of dread assaulted her. She shouldn't be having these thoughts.

"Ik beloof het*"

And after that exchange, they bid their goodbyes, both still smiling as the distance between them grew. She felt the firm hand of her "vader*" squeezing her shoulder almost painfully. A silent reminder.

A warning.

"Didn't you hear? The Black Tips are dust now. That idioot Geels emptied the vaults to get on the Dregs' bad side, and the Brekker demon set them all packing with their tails between the legs."

"Ja, they even came up with a song for it. 'The Durstraat is on fire and the Dregs don't have no water'. I heard it when I passed by their nest."

"Cocky klootzakken*. But I guess we can thank them for riding us from those rats. One less headache to deal with."

Those were the first sentences that Diantha heard as soon as she set a foot in the Emerald Palace. She twirled her way through the gaming tables towards the bar, expertly avoiding the waving hands and listening their talks about the latest news. The fall to disgrace of the Black Tips.

It didn't catch her by surprise at all. She already heard what happened on her way to the Palace, and haven't she been busy with her last minute assignment at First Harbor, she would've likely gone to witness the whole mess in front row from one of the rooftops. However, she didn't feel dissapointed for having missed it, considering the interesting events that transcurred in First Harbor and that she got to see by herself.

In the bar counter, she found Jesse rearranging some bottles and greeting her with a nod.

"Welcome back, Krett. I take it that it was a successful inspection."

"What makes you think that?"

"Your clothes are still intact and you don't have an ounce of dirt on your face, so I assume there were no fights or accidents. Plus, you have that spark in your eyes from when you got your hands on something valuable and can't wait to show it."

She grinned. She didn't expect less from the Emerald Palace's head bartender. After so many years working behind the counter, Jesse learnt to be particularly observant with people, which allowed him to charm them into a false sense of trust as he filled their cups and pried secrets from their loose mouths. Also, he had known Diantha since she was a kid, freshly initiated into the Dime Lions after her brother, so it wasn't rare he could read her so easily.

"Well, the boss may feel conflicted with the news, but I think it'll distract him enough from the last fiasco."

"I hope so. I'm afraid he's going to be in a sour mood for the following hours, and it'll be nices to keep his attention away from us."

"Is he really that pissed about the Black Tips?"

"I guess it has more to do with the Brekker boy twerfing his plans once again rather than loosing the Black Tips."

Diantha felt her body tense, just like everytime someone mentioned him.

Kaz Brekker, the Dregs' lieutenant, and Pekka Rollins' biggest headache. His long story of crimes and blood stained hands, all in the name of profit, gave him the nickname Dirtyhands. Because there was no line he wasn't willing to cross to get what he wanted. People whispered his name in fear and covered at the sound of his lethal cane tapping the ground as he walked. Not even the Dime Lions were immune to his terrifying presence, but they knew better than to show it when Rollins was near.

She would never admit it, but Diantha was also a bit intimidated by him. Their paths had crossed only a handful times, and they only exchanged few words in them, but something in his eyes when she looked at him made her feel...very uneasy. Like he was about to lunge at her at any moment, but she didn't know when. She assumed it was due to her being a Dime Lion. They were enemies, it made sense he despised her, just like he did with her fellow gang members, surely.

She shook her head to expel any thoughts about him. It wasn't the time to divagate about whether the Bastard of the Barrel had personal reasons to hate her or not. Plus, trying to figure out the mind of someone like him would only drain her own sanity in the process.

Right now, she had crucial information to report to her already angry boss, and Saints knew how he could get if she made him wait.

Kaz Brekker had no power over her, but Pekka Rollins very much did and would gladly use it. And that was enough to push Dirtyhands out of her head at once.

"Really? You think it's wise leaving it like that, with the Black Tips still fuming and crawling around?"

"It's the right course of action. By the way, go call Jesper and Muzzen. I want them here at sunrise. And have Wylan wait for me at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

"Wylan? If you say the job is so important..."

"Just do it."

Inej crossed her arms, glaring at him with the same sharpness as her precious knives. He was sure she was considering murdering him right there.

"Are you going to give me any details, Kaz?"

"Once we're all reunited", he put on a clean shirt and buttoned it up as he walked to his dresser. "This isn't an order, Inej. It's another job, which you're free to accept or deny."

He finished with the buttons, throwing on next a grey vest with little pockets sewn discreetly underneath, perfect to keep tools he didn't want others to find out. Just when Inej opened her mouth, probably to ask something again, someone knocked at the door.

"Kom binnen*" he answered, barely looking at who entered.

It was Rotty, with a solemn expression that clashed vastly from his previous cheeriness.

"Hallo*, sir. We just received news from the Shu's cargment of gold that arrived this morning", he spoke in a rush. "The Merchant Council plan on keeping the ship docked at the port, under the stadswacht's surveillance, until further notice."

"Well, it was to be expected. That stunt Shu Han pulled made their plans a bit more complicated for the future. They'll refrain from touching the gold until they're completely sure of it", he hummed. "But why are you telling me this? That cargment of Shu gold isn't a priority now."

"Sir", Rotty stuttered, avoiding Kaz's dark eyes. "Pekka Rollins knows"

The temperature in the room went down drastically. Kaz freezed in the spot, under Inej's attentive gaze.

"And...?"

He had a feeling of where this was going. Rotty never stuttered before when he mentioned Rollins to him, unless...

"He sent one of the Krett siblings to cover First Harbor, sir."

There it was.

He felt that familiar fire at his stomach, like everytime he heard that name. He could feel the burning climb up his throat, setting his insides on an inferno.

He let out a raspy, humourless chuckle. He should have expected it. Pekka Rollins wouldn't have turn away from such a delicious, tempting treasure, not when he was still trying to plant his roots inside the Merchant Council's core. And of course, he would have sent his favourite puppet to follow the whole operation.

He knew one of the Kretts was out of the Barrel at the moment, so that only left one for the job. Her.

"Thank you for telling me, Rotty. This definitely supposes a change in our plans", he pulled out a new set of gloves and fastened the buttons around his wrists, rather hastly. "We should reconsider First Harbor's importance for us. You can leave now."

Rotty nodded and left the room almost running. Inej eyes him warily. She knew too what that information meant to him.

"What do you have in mind now, Kaz?"

He didn't answer inmediately. His gloved fingers went inside the drawer again, brushing against a worn out piece of red silk he kept hidden in there, only for his eyes to see. A trinklet from a painful dream, a reminder of what his goals were.

He closed it again with a loud thump, before walking out of the room without a single word, leaving the ribbon hidden underneath the documents once again.

(One day, she'll be hidden too, where only he could see her and grasp her)

A/N: Inspired by my discussions with @stayconnecteed about her awesome aus for six of crows and my own silly headcanons. She also happens to be the one who came up with that beautiful cover, so all credit to her. And @mrsmiroir, because we both wanted to see more of Saskia so my mind created this.

TRANSLATIONS:

-Natuurlijk niet!*: Of course not!

-Dat is geweldig!*: This is amazing!

-Ja*: Yes

-Oké*: Allright, okay

-Natuurlijk*: Of course

-Vader/Pappa*: Father

-Ik beloof het*: I promise

-Idioot*: I think this one is pretty obvious

-Klootzakkenn*: Assholes

-Kom binnen*: Come in

-Hallo*: Good evening

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willalove75 · 9 months

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Pls surprise us for a new fic🥹😭

-m

Do I still have to finish writing chapter 13 of Alcina's New Maid? Yes lollll but I've been struggling with writing anything the last few days (my period has been an asshole this month yayy -.-) and this suddenly hit me so lets go!

This is inspired by the incredibly talented @rosalynesimp's artwork Dreadful Love and her latest masterpiece Dreadful Love Part 2

Warnings: Death, blood, just fucking SADNESS

A/n: I cried writing this so before you read this just know I'M SORRY.

It's been one year. One whole year. One year since Alcina last held you in her arms. One year since she made the biggest mistake of her life. One year since she watched the light fade from your eyes.

It was an accident, she never meant to hurt you. You weren't even supposed to be there. You were supposed to still be in the village running errands, you weren't supposed to be back for another hour.

But fate had other plans. The stars aligned in all of the wrongs ways and you were ripped away from her, by her own hands.

Alcina remembers it clear as day, piles and piles of paperwork, phone call after phone call from Mother Miranda, her stress levels were at an all time high. It was a phone call from Heisenberg, of course it was Heisenberg, that sent her over the edge. She can't even remember what he said, whatever he called about didn't even matter the next day. But everything else that happened after that call will stay with Alcina for the rest of her eternal life.

It was the straw that broke the camels back, it was that phone call that made her snap. Her desk went flying, papers scattered across the floor. She was clawing at every painting, every wall. Alcina always had a temper, she was able to keep it under control up until a certain point and that day, she was shoved past that point.

She didn't hear the door open, she didn't know you came in. She didn't even know you were home.

You finished running errands early and you even had time to stop by the bakery to pick up Alcina's favorite pastries as a little surprise. When you got back to the castle you heard a crash and the sound of things being thrown around. As you walked towards her study you debated on going in, you've only seen her like this once before but you were able to calm her down. She only got like this when she was stressed to the max, extremely overwhelmed and you knew she hadn't been sleeping the last few days. Without knowing it you picked the perfect day to surprise her with her favorite comfort foods.

Slowly you opened the door, you knew you had to be careful, especially since you heard her claws ripping through the walls. After taking a step in you saw the carnage, her desk in pieces, papers scattered everywhere. Before you had another second to think you felt something pierce through your skin. Looking down you realize you had four massive claw marks across your torso.

Alcina was swinging her hands and clawing at everything in sight, the frustration and anger had become too much for her to handle anymore. On one backswing she felt her claws go through something, something soft. A chill she will never forget went up her spine.

The scream she let out shook the castle as she saw you collapse with four gashes across your chest. In a blink she was on the floor next to you, cradling you in her arms. She called for maids, for her daughters, praying to every god and deity she knew of to save you. You both knew it was too late.

Even to this day, she doesn't understand how you weren't angry with her. How you didn't hate her for doing this to you. She will never understand how you told her "it's okay, it was an accident." as the blood poured out of you. She never forgot how you seemed to be the one comforting her as you laid in her arms dying. Telling her over and over again how much you loved her, that you forgave her, until your breath was gone.

Apology after apology spilled from her lips, repeating the words "I'm so sorry, I love you so much" like a mantra. Hoping, praying that it would somehow save you or bring you back.

Alcina sat on the floor with you in her arms in a pool of blood and tears until your body was cold. She didn't know how long she sat there for, it could have been hours for all she knew.

Finally, she stood up, carrying your lifeless body. With each step she trembled but said nothing as she passed through the crowd that had gathered. She said nothing to her daughters that stood there, unsure of what to do for the first time in their lives.

She carried you outside to the willow tree, a place so sacred to the two of you. It was there you both confessed your love for each other. Never will she forget the look in your eyes when you looked up at her after she said you should live your life and travel the world. Without hesitation you replied "why would I do that when everything I want is right here? Alcina do you know how much I love you?"

All alone, with your body laying so peacefully on the grass, Alcina dug a grave and buried you under that tree.

One year. One year since the worst day of her very long life. Not a day went by where you didn't cross her mind. Not a day went by where she didn't regret what happened with every ounce of her soul. Never had she loved someone so deeply, so truly, and it's because of her that you were now gone.

At dusk she left the castle and sat against the willow tree. Her tears flowed as she rested her hand on your grave, wishing, hoping she can see you one more time.

"If there is a god, you will be somewhere wonderful, somewhere where you are happy. Somewhere where you are safe from monsters like me." She said through tears, staring up into the beautifully colored sky. "I love you, draga mea. I am so, so sorry."

When the sun finally set and the moon was bright in the sky, Alcina rose from her spot and gently dusted off her dress. She looked out over the vineyard for a moment and felt the wind pick up a bit. A leaf blew past her and she followed it, turning around to see a small swirl of wind and light and color in front of her.

Standing there too afraid to hope, she watched as the swirling took form and you stepped out in front of her.

"I must be dreaming." She said, her hands beginning to tremble.

"I can assure you my love, you are not." You said with that playful smile she loved so much.

"How- how are you- this can't be real." Alcina says as tears stream down her face.

You walk up to her and float up to her eye level. Gently you cup her face and wipe her tears away.

"It is my love. Although we don't have very long." You say, looking into her beautiful golden irises.

Alcina felt your hand on her face, she could see the sparkle in your eyes that she loved so dearly, she could smell you. You were really there.

Without hesitation Alcina wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you tightly into her. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck and sobbed as you held her.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I forgive you, it was an accident. Please don't blame yourself."

"I love you, I love you so much."

"I will always love you Alcina, always."

"I've missed you so much draga mea."

"I've missed you too Alci. I am never far away, I will always be with you."

Alcina pulls back and cups your face with both of her hands. You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and she pulls you in for a soft, passionate kiss. All of the air in Alcina's lungs disappeared when her lips met yours. Never again did she think she would be able to feel your lips on hers. Never again did she think she would get the chance to look into your eyes. Never did she think she would be able to tell you how sorry she was.

When the kiss ends you wipe away more of her tears and gaze into her eyes. The wind begins to pick up again and you know your time together is coming to an end.

You slowly float back down and interlace your fingers with hers.

"Our time is coming to an end my love."

Alcina nods as more tears fall. She doesn't want to let you go, not again, but she knows that she has to.

"I will always be with you, and when your time comes, I will be here waiting for you."

"How are you not angry with me?" She chokes out as the wind picks up more.

"Because I know you would never hurt me on purpose my love. It was an accident, I knew it then and I know it now."

"I love you draga mea."

"I love you too, my Alci."

You take a few steps back and your fingers slowly slide out from between hers.

"I will be waiting for you Alcina. I love you."

The wind swirls around you and you slowly fade into a beautiful blue light. As quickly as it happened, the wind dissipates and the light fades away, leaving Alcina alone, standing by the willow tree.

She looks up into the night sky and wipes her tears, thanking every god and deity for one more moment with you.

As she walks back towards the castle your words replay in her mind "when your time comes, I will be waiting for you." Alcina was an immortal being, you knew that. She isn't sure if you just meant you will wait for her forever, or if perhaps you knew something she didn't. Either way, if or when this life ends, she found comfort in knowing that you will be there on the other side waiting for her.

#willalove75 #wlw fanfic #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 fanfiction #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 village #re8 #re8 alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu fanfic #lady dimitrescu x reader

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cherrythepuppet · 8 months

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Corpse Puppet [Part 8]

Aw @sketchquill I'm happy to know your not fed up with me<3

"darling, where are you?" The Corpse asked as he looked around the bright yet dark dead town "if you ask me, your partner is kind of jumpy" home said

"their not my partner, their my spouse" The corpse told home before going back to search "Darling! where have you gone?" The Corpse asked as home popped out of their eye

"l'll keep an eye out for them!" Home exclaimed With the two searching home had saw (Y/n) run into a barrel "There they go, there they go!" Home yelled as (Y/n) saw the Corpse and ran off

"Their- their getting away! Quick, quick, after them!" Home yelled as the corpse put his eye back in (Y/n) was out of breath and they hid inside a coffin as the Corpse walked past then still calling out for them suddenly a spider came down on a web

"Married, huh? l'm a widow" they said and (Y/n) smacked them away "Oh, how rude they went that way!" the spider yelled

(Y/n) ran off again and saw someone "Please! There's been a mistake! l'm not dead!" They yelled but the man's head fell off "WHAT THE-" "darling?" The Corpse called out and (Y/n) ran off

"Dear!" The corpse yelled as (Y/n) reached a stone wall "Dead end..." they mumbled but then they heard the corpse off in the distance and they thought 'F!ck it' and decided to climb it

As they got to the top they held onto a metal bar and they accidentally grabbed the corpse's leg "You Could have used the stairs, silly" He chuckled as he helped (Y/n) up

"lsn't the view beautiful? lt takes my breath away! Well, it would if l had any" He said with a laugh "Look, l am terribly sorry about what's happened to you and l'd like to help but l really need to get home" (Y/n) told him

"This is your home now" the corpse said "But l don't even know your name" (Y/n) mumbled "Well, that's a great way to start a marriage" home muttered "Shut up!" The corpse yelled quietly at home then turned to (Y/n) and smiled

"lt's Wally" he told them as something in (Y/n)'s mind clicked, (Y/n) remembered a man named Wally but they thought it was a coincidence "What is your name?" Wally asked "Oh right I never told you that...I'm (Y/n)" They said which made Wally stare at them in surprise and shock for a moment

But just like (Y/n) he figured it was a coincidence "Oh, l almost forgot! l have something for you" he said as he grabbed a brightly colored (F/c) box

"lt's a wedding present" he said as (Y/n) held it "Thank you?" (Y/n) mumbled and as they was about to open the box it jumped out of their arms

A bunch of bones came out of the box and turned into...a cat? And the cat handed (Y/n) a purple collar with a small bell, as (Y/n) was reading the collar they smiled widely

"Otto?" They asked "Otto!" They exclaimed as the Cat jumped onto their lap "l knew you'd be happy to see him" Wally said as he smiled at how happy (Y/n) was

(Y/n) was the happiest they're ever been and it was clear their cat meant a lot to them "Oh, what a cutie" Wally mumbled "You should have seen him with fur!" (Y/n) exclaimed then they went quiet

"Mother never approved of Otto jumping up like this But then again she never approved of anything" They mumbled "Do you think she would have approved of me?" Wally asked as he tilted his head a bit

"You're lucky you'll never have to meet her-" (Y/n) paused as they had an idea "Well, actually...now that you mention it l think you should! In fact, since we're, you know...married" They told him

"you should definitely meet her! And my Father too! We should go and see them right now!" (Y/n) exclaimed "What a fantastic idea! Where are they buried?" Wally asked

(Y/n) scratched the back of their neck "What? What is it?" Wally asked with a concerned look "They're not from around here" (Y/n) said

"Where are they then?" Wally asked as (Y/n) Pointed up signaling that they were still alive "Oh, they're still alive!" Wally said as he realized what they meant "l'm afraid so..." (Y/n) mumbled

"Well, that is a problem..." Wally muttered Otto looked at wally then began meowing "What's that, Otto?" Wally asked as he listened to the kitty meow meow and (Y/n) stared at him confused on how he understood a cat

"Oh, no, we couldn't possibly!" Wally exclaimed as the cat continues to meow "Oh, well, if you put it like that..." He mumbled

"What?" (Y/n) asked as they were still confused on what was happening "Frank Frankly" Wally said....

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #corpse puppet au #fanfic

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minminho0 · 1 year

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◈The one◈

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-Angst - Fluff

⏤͟͟͞͞ Part 1 - Anything Please

Summary: After he left you still processing that he already had a girlfriend, you decided to move on but did you really move on?

Gender: Female

Warnings: --

A/n: feel free to correct my grammar!

i suddenly had motivation after using it up all bcz of a single comment💀

I hope you enjoy~!

After the day you found out about his girl friend, you distance yourself from him but like did he even notice, its no use since he already distanced himself.

The new girlfriend is far more better than you.

Since Kazuha is quite adventurous himself, of course he wants a lover the same as him, so of course he'll never pick you, as his girl friend at least.

You waited for him for so long just for him to found another, its time for you to go.

You have so many failed attempts of moving on cuz each time you just unconsciously wait at the door and think about him.

You felt bad because he already have a girlfriend and your here thinking about him romantically.

You tried dating a couple of guys since your pretty popular, its quite easy but each time you keep thinking about him which clearly the dating thing isnt working.

You decided to just move away because your home just reminds you of him.

You went to Monsdant since its peacful and calm there, you never told Kazuha because why would he care? He forgot about you so its fair and besides your mom is living there so it wouldn't be that hard.

The next few days, you were looking for someone to sell your house and you finally found one.

You gave your keys to the seller after packing all your things.

A few weeks later you got the money from selling the house and gave half of it to your mother.

Kazuha's pov:

"How can she do this to me? Did i do something wrong?" I said as tears roll down my cheek.

How could she? After all ive done for her..i even left y/n because she feels uncomfortable!

How could she cheat on me...

I thought, memories w her flashing before my eyes and then suddenly she popped up.

Ha?

Y/n?

What?

Oh ya..i remember...she was the one who comforted me all that time.

She was...

She was the one.

Calming myself down, i immediately went to her house, hoping that we didn't drift apart that far.

I rang the doorbell and i was greeted with silence.

I rang it again and this time, someone finalky opened the door but wasn't the one i were hoping for sadly.

"Oh um hello, do you need anything?"

"Oh um- who are you?"

"Uh the owner of this house, why?"

"No youre not..."

"Pardon?"

"Sorry, where's Y/n?"

"Y/n? Idk who that is but i can reassure you, no one here is named y/n."

"Oh ok.."i mumbled, wondering what happened while he was gone.

I heard the door close which startled me.

I quickly run to places where she could possibly went but to no avail.

I searched everywhere but she was nowhere to be seen.

Today im going to Monsdant still thinking about where she could be.

Once i stepped foot at the land of Monsdant, i immediately went to a small village to ask people if he could rest at their place for a few hours.

While he was roaming around, he suddenly saw..

"Y/n?"i murmured, frozen at my spot.

"Ha?"

Your pov:

"Ha?" I turned around, hearing someone call my name.

'Kazuha!? What is he doing here?'you immediately truned on your heels but before you could walk off someone held your shoulder.

"Y/n?"

"Mhm?" You turned your head and cane face to face with him.

"Ive been looking for you! why didn't you tell me you went here?"

"Oh sorry i forgot" you reapeted the words he told you a long time ago.

"Im so sor-" before i can tell my apology and my love for her, i was suddenly cut off.

Anger slowly building up inside you but soon came down when you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/n~!"

"You two looked at the person, his face confuse while yours happy.

"Oh? Who might you be~?"

"Who are you?"

"I asked you first but oh well, my name is Venti! And can you please let go of my precious s/o"

"S/o!?"

"Mhm~? Is there a problem?"

"Oh-..uh no.." He slowly let go of you, cursing at himslef for doing that to you, now he was to late.

"It was nice meeting you and your boyfriend..hope you two have a nice life"

He turned his body around and slowly walked off with a heavy heart.

Kazuha's pov:

I finally found a place to rest but how can i rest when all i think about is her?

Honestly i knew about her huge crush towards me but i cant believe i ignored it and now.

*sigh*

Sitting up from the bed and pouring myself a glass of water when suddenly i saw them together..having fun.

"I was really to late ha?"

I went back at the bed and slept praying that this was just a dream.

*Masterlist*

Hiii!! Hope you enjoyed it~!

Thx for the sudden boost of motivation @luvnoya

Have a nice day~!

-February 28, 2023

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pit-and-the-pen · 13 days

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Hi! I don't know if this would be beyond your prompt acceptances (can't find a list, sorry!), but 49 and 103 for Kallias and Viviane? Thank you regardless, and I hope all is well within your life!

Hi! Totally not beyond my prompts. Also sorry I forgot to link my prompt list in the 500 follower event (assuming this is where it came from)

We don’t see a lot of Kallias and Viviane throughout the series. Still, they’re so cute that I couldn't think of a situation that was only heart breaking angst for them. So I’m writing this before they were mated and before under the mountain, basically, the story we get during the high lords meeting in ACOWAR.

Hope you like it!

Warnings: Hurt/comfort

WC: 1.1k (sorry it's so short)

Kallias loved Viviane. He had never been so sure of something in all his life. The only other thing he knew was whatever Amarantha had planned he would do anything to protect her from. Childhood friends bloomed into something more for him along the way and he had never cursed the mother for anything as much as that.

Cursed himself for the inability to distance himself. He swears he can still feel her lips pressed against his. A moment he just couldn’t stop himself and pushed aside all those fears. He will never forget the way her eyes lit up. A stark contrast to what he saw as she stood in front of him right now.

“I need you to stay here. Stay on the border.” He told her. Trying not to crumble at the sight of her dismay.

“I’m going with you.” She fought back, arms crossing.

“Absolutely not. You will be more useful here.” Away from all the danger. He finished in his head, but if he truly told her how he felt she would only fight that much harder to come with him and he would die before he allowed her near Amarantha.

“Don’t you want me?” Viviane sniffled. He knew the real question laced in those few words. Kallias had never hated himself more than he did knowing he was the cause of that sound but he had to keep her safe. Despite everything in him screaming to comfort her, to take her in his arms and never let go. So he shoved down all his feelings and lied between his teeth.

“Not in the way you want me to.” The words stung even him. He felt shame wrap itself around him making his skin crawl.

“The other night. That kiss felt so real…” tears started to fall down her face. “I just can’t pretend that didn’t happen”

“It would be best if you did.”

“I don’t believe you. Please I’ve known you for too long to not tell something is wrong.”

“Viviane. Just stop. Stop looking for something that simply isn’t going to happen.” He instantly feels sick at the tone in his voice. The shout of a High Lord that made her flinch away from him.

“If that’s what my High Lord wants of me.” She said voice suddenly colder than the air around them. He reached too late for her, she had already turned and was walking away.

He would never forgive himself. For as long as he lived, if he lived through this, he would spend worshiping her to undo his words. To prove just how much he utterly loved her.

That’s what he told himself as he prepared himself to go under the mountain. Kallias didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. When he went to go check on her the next day, she wouldn’t answer the door and he couldn’t bring himself to say the words he needed so desperately to tell her in a letter.

Fully prepared to never see her again, he left for that vile place. Praying to whatever god that the look of anger wouldn’t be the last face he ever saw on her nor would his horrible words be the last thing she was left to remember him by.

Using that last little bit of his powers he could clutch onto, he reached out for her. For Viviane, for his friend that he had loved for as long as he knew the meaning of the words. He poured out the words he had been too much of a coward to say to her face, words that had weighted on the tip of his tongue whenever he saw her smile or laugh or just exist. They all flowed from him, not exactly the eloquent confession he had planned but he spilled his heart out to her. Followed by the only request he would ask of her. Keep them safe. You’re the only I trust to protect our court. And that was it, he lost his grip on that last sliver of his powers. Calming the roaring in his head by reminding himself that Viviane was safe, that his court was safe and that was all he needed to be okay.

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The fifty years passed longer than anything Kallias had felt in his entire life. Knowing that Viivane was out there, that he had confessed his love and wasn’t even able to see her response. He was so close to seeing her again he could almost taste it. There would not be a day he would spend away from her side after this. Fifty years was nothing in comparison to the rest of his life but every second without her was an eternity in itself.

Amarantha lay dead in front of him. The silence that followed the sound of Feyre’s spine snapping was excruciating. There was no feeling of celebration as he watched Tamlin go through something he truly never wished to experience first hand. It was the idea of holding Viviane as she died in his arms that had him extending his hand over the human female. Dropping that golden kernel of his power over her chest. All the high lords around him held their breath at the first act they had all performed together since the last war played out in front of them. He only stayed long enough to confirm that Feyre was in fact alive. He didn’t care about the glowing of her skin or the newly formed ears that marked her as high fae. With the favor done, one he would do time and time again as thanks for her bravery, he winnowed out of that place under the mountain and breathed in the chill of his court. The sun was nearly blinding as it reflected off the white snow covered landscape.

She saw him first. He had never seen her run as fast as she did at that moment. Body crashing against his as he caught her like he had been doing it his whole life. Eyes glazed over and before he could even utter a word, she pulled him into a bruising kiss that soothed a ragging part of his soul he hadn't even realized was screaming for her. Their lips had barely parted before he was falling to his knees in front of her, begging for her to marry him that day. He had waited his whole life for her and refused to go another day without being tied to her.

They were in front of a priestess within the hour. Vows were hastily sworn and as he looked into Viiviane’s eyes, he knew that he had all that he would ever need standing right in front of him. That nothing would ever separate them again.

#acomaf #acosf #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acowar #high lord kallias #kallias x viviane #hurt/comfort #nonnie request

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guplia · 15 days

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My fourth fic for @badthingshappenbingo!

Trope: Bag of Kidnapping

Fandom: Ninjago

Also available on AO3!

A Crazy Night

(title might be changed soon)

It never came to Lloyd that maybe he had gotten a little too confident since he defeated the Overlord. It was almost like he had entirely forgotten about the hardships he faced before magically changing into a golden gi.

He proudly walked down the streets everyday, admiring all the attention he received from random people around him. It was a little exhausting to sign over a hundred papers a day, but in the end, he was famous. And people loved him. That was all that mattered to him.

One night, however, he had spent a few hours too long at a fancy restaurant, enjoying a huge party of which the host was one of his mother's distant relatives he had never heard of before. Each and every other guest had spoken to him. Never did he expect to see so many people after him, unless it was as an evil warlord, like he wanted to be when he was a child. He still was a child, though. People forgot that sometimes.

As he was leaving, almost everyone had offered him a ride home. He declined all their requests, knowing that it was dangerous to go on a ride with a stranger. Still, he had his powers, and could destroy any threat in his way. But tonight he was exhausted.

Misako on the other hand went home early, stating she “couldn't handle all the noise”. Typical of her, Lloyd thought. She could go home if she wanted to. She wasn't going to stop the Ultimate Spinjitzu Master from having fun anymore.

It was only when he was left alone on the streets in the middle of the night did he realise he should've taken the two options he once had into consideration. It was too late for it now. He had to go home by himself.

He walked down the sidewalk nervously, suddenly feeling like the little kid he should've been again.

Why did the streets seem so much darker all of a sudden? Why did he feel unsafe going through a route he had taken a million times to go home, when he had inhuman powers? Why was he so scared?

Was it because he was all alone?

Stop being a baby, Lloyd told himself. You'll get home safe and sound, and anyone who gets in your way will never see daylight again.

The bright side to the fact that there wasn't a single soul besides him for at least the radius of a mile was that there were no thugs either.

He thought that too soon.

The blissful silence that surrounded Lloyd was suddenly replaced by the honking of a horn, before he was blinded by the lights of the red truck in front of him. Out of it stood a man who's entire body sans his eyes were covered with black, kind of like a ninja, but Lloyd knew that this was a thug.

“Well, well, well, look at what we have here,” said an oddly familiar voice. The man circled around Lloyd. “The Green Ninja.”

“Quite sure it's the Golden Ninja now,” mocked another identically dressed man coming out of the truck. “Lloyd's a big boy now.”

“Do you want something from me?” Lloyd tried to convince himself that these two men were actually some stupid teenagers filming a prank for their YouTube channel or something. Two more men came out of the truck, holding a sack.

“We want you!” The first man tried to jump on top of Lloyd, but the blond managed to dodge him. He created a ball of energy in his hands, and showed it to the gang.

“I'll destroy you with this if you come any closer!” He cringed at his failed attempt at hiding the fear in his voice, which came in the form of a shiver.

“I don't think so,” the second man said, swinging handcuffs presumably made of vengestone in his hand in circles. Lloyd threw the ball at him, but he dodged it so perfectly well. Someone must have trained him.

Scratch that, someone must have trained all of them, was what came to Lloyd's mind as he continued blasting energy beams at the thugs, but to his disappointment all three of them managed to avoid the attacks. Wait, weren't there four thugs?

He remembered that too late as the fourth thug attached the handcuffs on Lloyd's hands. “The Golden Ninja, not even able to manage four thugs. You've certainly gotten rusty.”

“I’ll show you ‘rusty’!” Lloyd's threats were of no use as two of the gangsters pulled the sack over his body, and he felt someone lift it up upside down.

Although Lloyd couldn't see, it was obvious that he had been put on the back of the truck and it had started moving. He struggled to get out of the sack and almost succeeded, if it weren't for one of the men to put his entire weight on it, pinning Lloyd down. He had little difficulty in hearing the conversation between his kidnappers.

“I've got him under control!”

“Great! Master will be proud of us!”

Lloyd was certain that one of the men had gotten close to him so he could hear the last sentence. “I'd love to see the results of all the tests we have planned for him.”

Lloyd felt as if his heart stopped beating. What tests? What did these people want from him? He was so scared. He wanted the rest of the ninja back. He thought he could manage stuff like this without them, but he was wrong. He was so useless.

If the others were here, they'd probably have taken each member on a 1v1 fight. They would've probably told Lloyd to stay put, and let them handle this.

But Lloyd had to deal with this on his own. So with one last attempt, he used all his strength to roll off the truck.

He enjoyed squishing the thug that was formerly on top of him, who screamed for the others. But Lloyd continued rolling, and eventually managed to get off the truck.

In hindsight, he should have remembered that the truck was probably on a road, with other vehicles. It was a quiet night, but a car suddenly turned from another road and hit the sack pretty hard, with Lloyd in it.

The Golden Ninja couldn't really see anything to begin with, but he suddenly felt a blast of pain on his side as something hit him. He felt his blood oozing out of the injured part of his body, spreading across the road. He started to cry silently, whether in fear or pain he didn't know. He heard footsteps running towards him, and another pair of feet from behind.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't see your stuff on the road!” An unfamiliar voice exclaimed.

“It's our fault, we were careless and it fell out of our truck.” It was the thug again. Now there was no way Lloyd could defeat him, hands bound together with vengestone and blood coming out of his side.

“Wait, is that blood?”

“No, this is a sack of tomatoes!” Lloyd felt himself getting carried and being taken away, the thug running fast.

Back on the truck Lloyd couldn't stop the tears from flowing. It was almost like it wasn't going to stop, like the blood from his side.

“Is he bleeding?” The thug had a surprising tone of concern in his voice.

“We need to treat him right now!” Lloyd bit his lip when he felt someone's hands pressing on his side.

“Not in front of everyone!”

“We're almost there, wait a couple of minutes!”

The truck stopped and Lloyd felt arms wrapping around the sack again, running to their base. He was too weak to struggle now.

He heard one of the gangsters speak again. “Oh no, it's Kai the fire ninja!”

He heard a couple of punches and kicks, and unconvincing grunts, after which someone snatched the bag from the kidnapper. Lloyd was too exhausted to remember anything after that.

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The next thing he knew, he was on his bed, torso wrapped in layers of bandages.

“He's awake!” Lloyd turned around to see Kai. The remaining ninja got off their bunks and went by his side.

“Hey, you okay, Greenbean?” Cole looked really worried.

“Yeah, I was kidnapped by four men, and they put me in a sack.”

“Yeah, I beat the crap out of those dudes.” Kai chuckled nervously.

“You should rest for the next few days, that car hit you pretty hard.” Jay piped in.

“Yeah, I… wait, Jay, how did you know I got hit by a car?”

The lightning ninja's face turned red. “Uhhh… you just said so?”

“Jay, I didn't even know I was hit by a car! I didn't even tell you I got hit by anything!”

Kai turned towards Jay. “I told you to shut up!” He gritted his teeth.

“Wait… were you guys the kidnappers?” Lloyd sat on the bed. “You better tell me before I tell Sensei.”

“It was supposed to be a joke!” Kai blurted.

“What sort of a joke is kidnapping someone?”

“Let me explain,” Cole said. “Misako somehow remembered at eleven at night that you didn't have any way of getting out of the party, so Wu asked us to pick you up. We borrowed a truck from Dareth and then Kai came up with this stupid idea that we dress up as thugs and give you a scare. We brought a sack to look convincing. We expected you to realise it was just us instantly, but since you didn't, we extended the plan to… actually kidnapping you. We made up some story about us having a leader that was gonna perform tests on you. And then you rolled off the truck, and hit a car that was behind us. After that we knew we'd be in trouble so we tried faking a mission with Kai rescuing you from us. It wasn't supposed to end this way.”

Lloyd looked lost. “...Wow, that's a lot.” He smirked. “But I'm still telling Sensei!”

“No no no, don't tell him! He'll kill us!” Jay blabbered.

“I told Kai this was a foolish plan.” Zane spoke up.

“You still agreed to it in the end!”

“Lloyd, don't you dare tell Sensei, or we'll actually kidnap you and take you somewhere else!”

“Alright, alright, I'll think about it,” Lloyd said tiredly. “But I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight.” He was snoring within five seconds, but the ninja stayed up all night, worried about the next day.

(Lloyd didn't tell his uncle in the end, after each of the ninja paid him $1000.)

#lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #cole ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #Fanfiction #bad things happen bingo #badthingshappenbingo

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archduchessofnowhere · 7 months

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What was Elisabeth's relationship like with her granddaughter Erzsi?

They really didn’t have much of a relationship, since Elisabeth spent very little time at court during Erzsi’s childhood. The Empress also never felt very confortable being a grandmother, so she wasn’t particularly close to any of her grandchildren; on top of that, she didn’t like Crown Princess Stephanie, Erzsi’s mother, which may have also affected her relationship with this granddaughter.

Because of this there aren’t many sources that attest to what kind of relationship they had the few times they were together. Erzsi’s birth had been disappointing for the imperial family who expected a son and heir, and during her first years of life she was mostly a footnote. But after Crown Prince Rudolf’s death the little girl became to her grandparents a powerful reminder of their son:

They were joined at meals by Stephanie, too, with her child, little “Erzsi,” at the sight of whom the Emperor burst into tears. For the first time the Empress lost her composure for an instant in the presence of her husband and began to weep unrestrainedly. (Corti, 1936)

Another exemple, from Archduchess Marie Valerie’s diary entry of June 10 of 1889 (DeepL translation):

Mama [Empress Elisabeth] asks the little girl if she still remembers Christmas, when dear good Papa [Rudolf] was still with us, if she still thinks of dear Papa at all? She looked at us with her big blue eyes, startled, and said softly: “Yes”, but immediately spoke of something else.

In 1916 Erzsi’s British governess from 1895 to 1898 published her (honestly very dull) memoirs, and in them she narrates this scene of one of the few times she met Empress Elisabeth:

I frequently took the Archduchess [Erzsi] to play in the great park round Schönbrunn, as, particularly in the springtime, the woods were charming. We would drive out and leave the carriage in some convenient spot which we could reach easily when our walk was finished. One delightful May day we went farther than usual and found ourselves at the Model Farm. The Archduchess was a little nervous, as she was not allowed to stray at will on the Lainz estate, but we were very interested in the cows. It was already growing dusk when we left the stables, and as we walked quickly down the Long Avenue, hastening our footsteps, suddenly, from between the trees, we discerned a figure advancing rapidly towards us, all in black and heavily veiled; it seemed to float along, scarcely touching the ground.

The Archduchess, in a panic, clung to me, gasping, “Grandmama!” I was so startled that I almost forgot to curtsy, but habit is stronger than fright, and with the encumbrance of the clinging child, I did my utmost. The Empress did not turn her head, but seemed to breathe a “Good day,” and passed, a black wraith in the twilight. Had it not been for the Archduchess's nervous fright, I should really have doubted my own sight.

As always, I would take memoirs (specially the ones written so many years after the events recounted happened) with a grain of salt, though I don’t think this scene in particular is too unbelievable: Erzsi really barely ever saw her grandmother, so it’s not that far fetched that she could have a somewhat reverent fear of her.

Still, Franz Josef, who became very close to his granddaughter and tried to act as a surrogate father for her, constantly kept his wife with news on Erzsi. Just to quote a few exemples:

I went to Stephanie, who had moved into the winter quarters with Erzsi the day before. The little one has grown again, very skinny and I found her looking pale (December 10, 1892).

I went to Erzsi, who had come back from Gries in the morning. The stay there seems to have done her a lot of good, for I found her looking much better than before. (April 22, 1893)

The day before last I was at Stephanie's at 9 pm, who had gone to town with Erzsi the day before. The latter does not look very well and Stephanie told me that her leg is still not quite well and that there is a slight weakness in it. Now Widerhofer [the Court doctor] is going to examine her. (December 15, 1893)

I then went to Erzsi, who I found with a cold, but otherwise well and with her foot better. (January 13, 1894)

So even though Elisabeth wasn’t around much she was aware of her granddaughter’s well being and upbringing.

We don’t know how Erzsi reacted to Elisabeth’s death. According to her biographer Friedrich Weissensteiner, the girl “placed a wreath of white roses and a silk headband of the same color at the foot of the catafalque” during her grandmother’s funeral. Given how little they knew each other it wouldn’t be strange if she wasn’t much affected by this passing. But we just can’t know for certain.

Despite not being close, the Empress didn’t neglect Erzsi either. Elisabeth gifted her most of her jewels during her life, and most importantly, after her death left her one-fifth of her fortune as well as her private library. Thanks to her grandmother Erzsi now found herself a very rich fifteen-years-old. And thanks to Erzsi we now have most of her grandmother’s gifts to her displayed in museums, since (to the dismay of her children) she decided to donate them to the Republic of Austria “because I believe that what belonged to the Habsburgs should neither leave our country nor be auctioned off” (Weissensteiner, 2010). Which I think was pretty cool of her.

SOURCES:

Anonymous (1916). Recollections of a royal governess

Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria (1998). Das Tagebuch der Lieblingstochter von Kaiserin Elisabeth (1878-1899)

Corti, Egon (1936). Elizabeth, empress of Austria (translation by Catherine Alison Phillips)

Emperor Franz Josef I of Austria (1966). Briefe Kaiser Franz Josephs an Kaiserin Elisabeth, 1859-1898. Band I

Weissensteiner, Friedrich (2010). L'archiduchesse rouge: La vie tumultueuse d'Elisabeth-Marie d'Autriche, petite-fille de Sissi et fille de Rodolphe (translation by Marie Reygnier)

#archduchess elisabeth marie of austria #empress elisabeth of austria #asks

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Your Love Could Start a War (Lady Dimitrescu x Cubby Reader)

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When the Dimitrescu daughters take more than they deserve. Mother Miranda decides to bring Lady Dimitrescu trusted servant into the punishment.

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Hi guys, I'm at it again. I was excited to write something in the gay category and wouldn't you know it Lady Dimitrescu wormed her way into my head. So hope you enjoy.

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She knew she could be reprimanded for eaves dropping. But Mother Miranda never came for a social call, without reason. So there she was, with her ear pressed to the keyhole.

“You’ve been greedy Alcina. Your keep has had more than it’s fair share of mortals.” Miranda said. She was speaking in a calm manner, but you had been around long enough to know that it was for show. The way she inflected certain words told of her annoyance.

“Please forgive my daughters' Mother, they have been particularly restless as of late.” Lady Dimitrescu was trying to get ahead of the situation. Knowing her daughters could be ravenous brats, but she still loved them all the same.

“That may be true, but they are your responsibility. If you cannot keep them reigned in, perhaps I should hand out punishment.” The slow deliberative wording told that she already had a discipline in mind.

This sent her Lady scrambling. “Please allow me to take whatever correction you deem appropriate. I will take care of my daughters disobedience. As you said, it was under my watch that these things occurred.”

“No need to offer yourself, you were already the one receiving chastising. Come in (Y/N).”

Startled, you made your way into the parlor.

“Are all your servants this prompt Alcina or just your favorites?” Mother Miranda was leading the conversation as always, but it was in a direction, neither of you liked.

“(Y/N), is a wonderful maid. She does her job well.” Lady Dimitrescu said, thinking if she gave a swift response, you would be asked to leave the room.

“It’s shocking to hear you speak so well of a drudge.”

Not wanting to interest her any further, she chose her next words carefully. “It's so hard to find anyone competent in this place.”

Mother Miranda gave you a lingering once over. “Perhaps you are right. Then it's set, she will go to Heisenberg's dominion.”

That had your head spinning and Lady Dimitrescu jolting from her seat. “You can't!” The words had escaped her.

“Now now. A mother must punish her child appropriately.” She had a hand resting on your shoulder suddenly.

With that she led you from the room. You gave one last desperate glance at your lady. Both of you praying it wasn't your last.

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You had been at the Heisenberg territory for many nights. Growing weary of it after only the first. Not because of the work or conditions. But the ache in your heart for your Lady. You dreamt of being back in her manor. Though others would find it a nightmare.

And Heisenberg was catching on. You were obedient, but not the best company. He almost wanted to laugh at himself for that thought. Not being great company himself. But if ‘Mother’ had sent you to him as a punishment for the big bad bitch. Well color him curious. So he started asking questions.

“How long have you been at the castle?”

“For as long as I can remember.”

Somehow that answer made it all the more bizarre. “How is that possible?”

While keeping your eyes on your work you answered. “I have no memory of my time before the manor.”

That didn't help his investigation. “How did you end up there?”

You finally looked his way. “My lady found me.”

Now his interest was piquieng. But you walked away from the conversation and continued your ‘duties'. Just because he forgot to eat for hours at a time didn't mean he needed a babysitter. Sometime he wondered who this punishment was actually for.

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It was day or so later when he finally got more out of you. He was getting frustrated at a device that wouldn't quite work right. So he ended up throwing it across the room. Right into the doorway you happened to be coming through.

When you easily caught large metal and chided him for launching.

“You shouldn't be able to do that.”

“Says the man who can control metals.”

“No that's different. Those powers were,” He gritted his teeth. “given to me. His did this happen?”

“I don't know.” You said with a furrowed brow. “I have no memory of my time without them.” You turned and went to exit, but Heisenberg caught your arm.

“Look you’ve been here for weeks and we haven't had a proper conversation. I wanted to get to know my cell mate a bit better.” He said it as a joke and was surprised by the small smile you gave.

“If you're that interested let discuss it while I make dinner.”

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So while you stood at the stove, cooking something, that almost made him drool, he sat at the table and listened. You had woken up in the village with no memory and an insatiable hunger. You picked off any prey you could, human or monster, it didn't matter. Nothing could stop you.

“Then I met my Lady. We started in battle, but then something changed.” Heisenberg didn’t miss the look on your eyes. “She showed me compassion, offered me a home. She became my salvation. So now I’m here, to take a punishment for her. I am glad to do it for her.”

To your shock he was giving you a smug look. “That's all very touching. But the real question here is, how long have you two been fucking?”

It was the first time that he had seen you as anything but composed and he was reveling in it. “That is none of your concern.” Yeah, he hit the nail on the head.

“I have a proposal for you, if you're interested that is.”

“I will always listen to you sir.” You said defiantly.

“Cut that shit out. Insult me or call me by name.” Even in the short time you had come to know each other, you could already get under his skin.

“Whatever you wish, dickhead.”

“Now that's more like it. So Mother Miranda, she’s the key to all this.”

“How so?”

“She's keeping us under her thumb, by taking what we most want.” He was gesturing manicly. “Think about it. I have no freedom. Alcina lost her lover. She breaks us apart and builds us back up to her image. But if she was out of the picture, everyone could live happily ever after.”

He thought you might out right reject him, but you continued to surprise him. “Where would we start?”

“A visit to the castle should work.”

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You were nervous to see your Lady again. Hoping that she would yearn for you as much as you did her.

Making your way to a side entrance, so as not to be spotted, and it worked all of a moment. You were caught by one of the sisters, but thankfully it was Bella. Being the most level headed of the trio, she was quick to notice your quieting motions.

She came over and said in a hushed tone. “I’m so glad your back, mother has been miserable without you.”

You couldn't help the small grin of relief that passed your full face, so your Lady had missed you. “Where is the Lady?”

“I'm her room, pinning after you.” The sharp giggle at the comment was as endearing as the thought of your Lady. “Are you back? For good I mean. I don’t know if we could handle losing you again, especially her.”

“Not for now, but I'm hoping soon.” You carded your fingers through her blonde dirty hair. “Have you bathe once while I’ve been away.” Shaking your head, you started to work the tangles from her locks.

“Not as nice with you gone. Everyone else is to rough with my hair.” She said with a fierce pout.

“ Well, if I have time before I leave, I’ll help you with brushing. You should always keep a proper appearance, your mother prefers you that way.”

“Ok.” She said with a wide smile. Then she gave you a quick hug and ran off, hopefully to the bathroom.

You made your way to your Lady's room. Without hesitation, you burst through the door. She lifted her face, her expression contoured in a snarl, only to soften when her eyes met yours. You collided in an embrace, taking in each other's presence. She pulled your plush body taught against her towering frame. Then your lips met in a passionate collision. It seemed like an eternity and only a moment, all spun into one.

“My love, how?”

You cut her off with another fervent kiss. “Heisenberg sent me.” Her expression sour at that. “We may have a way to all get what we truly desire. But it will take a partnership.”

“For your love and my daughters' safety, I would part seas.”

“What about betraying a Mother.” Your eyes looked over her unreadable expression, only to launch both of you towards the bed when she gave a nod.

#chubby reader #resident evil #lesbians #language #sugestive #punishment #lady demitrescu

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br1ghtestlight · 4 months

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I’m curious about 13, 14, and 25 if you haven’t answered those already!

have already answered for 25 :)

the bob and louise angst au is one I have talked about a bit on tumblr its just an au where gene, tina and linda died in a car accident when louise was 3 years old and it's like a norman's hotel type vibe where bob and louise are VERY secluded and mostly keep to themselves. very traumatized by it all and bob is overprotective. mostly trying to analyze how gene and tina's existence affected louise and how it would be different if she never had older siblings. it's sad tbh i dont think i will ever properly do anything with it but i do think about it sometimes

Louise Belcher was an only child.

Her father said that she wasn’t. He told her that she had an older sister named Tina and an older brother named Gene, but they died in the same car accident that killed her mother when they were five and seven years old. Louise was too young when the accident happened to remember them, only three years old and not yet aware of herself or her place in their family, so in her mind she was an only child. That was how she grew up, and a brother and sister in Heaven didn’t change anything for her. She didn’t need them.

Sometimes, when Louise was alone and feeling sorry for herself, she would try to remember what her siblings' voices sounded like. She would try to remember what they would say to her back when they were alive, and the games they would play together. Louise was the youngest so she’d always get her way when she felt like their games were unfair. She would try but she could never quite remember.

Her father had shown her videos he recorded of her mother and even a few videos of when her siblings were younger, before Louise was even born, but nothing recent enough that it sparked a memory. They just looked like annoying toddlers to her. Not her siblings.

She’d seen pictures of them, when she asked her father to bring them out from where they were hidden in storage, but that wasn’t the same. They just looked like stock photos he pulled from the internet. They didn’t feel like real people that she had known.

my louise/rudy my girl fic in contrast is actually not angsty AT ALL it was just a silly little concept i wrote where louise watches my girl w/ her family and sees herself and rudy in the characters and gets stressed out that something bad could happen to rudy. she sees rudy at school and he's basically like louise im FINE nothing bad is ever going to happen to me i promise <3 it was just a stupid movie

Louise found My Girl to be painfully boring in the beginning but when Thomas J. Sennett was introduced, she found herself relating to his dynamic with Vada. He reminded her of her best friend Regular-Sized Rudy.

They were always riding bicycles around Rudy’s mother’s house and similarly to Thomas J. Sennett, Rudy was allergic to EVERYTHING! Louise still thought that this movie was stupid and she wasn’t interested in the romance aspect at all, but she appreciated seeing a friendship that reminded her of Rudy. Louise snuggled under Bob’s arm and continued watching My Girl with her family—occasionally laughing to herself at moments that she deemed to be cheesy or unrealistic—until there was a completely out of nowhere twist near the ending of the movie that even Louise hadn’t seen coming.

Thomas J. Sennett had an allergic reaction and DIED!

Vada was left trying to understand how her best friend had died from an allergic reaction and how to cope with the grief and heartbreak she was feeling, and Louise who had otherwise been disinterested for most of the movie suddenly found herself trying to suppress her emotions so that she wouldn’t cry in front of her family over a STUPID coming of age movie. Louise never cried when watching movies.

“This is so sad. It’s been such a long time since we watched this movie together, Bobby! I forgot that he dies at the end,” Linda said as she blew her nose into a tissue.

Linda was always the most emotionally impacted when they watched movies together as a family, especially when children dying was involved. She always said that it made her think about losing her own children and how heartbroken she would feel. Louise had her face buried in Bob’s side so that nobody would hear her sniffling or see the tears that were pouring down her face.

#ask #bob's burgers

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moonlightswritingandstuff · 6 months

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would you hate me (if i told you i wish you didn't exist?)

If Bianca di Angelo has a god, it would be duty. If Bianca di Angelo had a choice, it would be freedom. Or: Bianca di Angelo is the lesser and least between her and Nico. Her duty is him, but his is not her. And, through the years, she begins to hate her duty.

read on ao3!

Remember that day when your mother died and never came back and suddenly you were supposed to step into her too-large black heels that clicked across the floor?

Remember that day that you know your brother forgot but you remember all too much?

(the River Lethe is not as strong for you, the girl who is the forgotten dead)

Remember that day when everything you knew inexorably changed, and you were stuck with taking care of your younger brother?

(you were eleven. you were eleven. you were eleven.)

But he is nine. He has no one else. You have no choice.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your mother said. She never tried to tell Nico to take care of you.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your father said. For all he seems to favour you, he still loves Nico more.

"Take care of your brother," they both say, until they don't say anything else, both having retreated to the dark recesses of the earth, one dead and the other deathless.

You know who your father is by now. He is the Infernal Zeus. He is the ruler of where all turn anonymous. He is Hades.

Hades Agesilaos, he who leads people away. Hades Polydegmōn, ruler of many. Hades Klymenos, the notorious. Hades Eubuleus, giver of good advice.

Nico is your father's favourite versions of himself - Hades Klymenos, Hades Eubuleus. You are his least favourites - Hades Agesilaos, Hades Polydegmōn.

But to be honest to yourself, your father is not where the rot in you began, and nor will he be where it ends. Your mother and your brother own those two.

Your mother, who never loved you quite as much as Nico, who never loved you quite enough, is where it began. She lit the light through the dark for you, but soon she realized Nico was the better of you two, and stayed behind to help him, only giving you a match to lead your way.

Nico has always been the better of you two. He was much more worth Maria's torch.

Gods have epithets, you know, and if your mother had one, it would be dark-eyed. Not the same as bright-eyed Athena, not the same as awesome Persephone. Dark-eyed Maria, you would write if you could, long epics matching Homer's.

You are not an Ancient Greek, you know, but they did value the large, brown eyes of Hera. They called them bull-eyes.

You have your mother's eyes and your mother's sorrow. She had a younger brother too, and your grandmother would give everything for.

Your disgraced mother, marrying a man older and unknown, was not worth your grandmother's time like your uncle.

You carry your mother's regret on your shoulders, but she has retreated to the dark recesses of the earth and shall never come back out. She is you, you are her, and you bear her mistakes just as well as her regrets.

Your father was next in the deep rot. Fearsome Hades, ruler of the dead. He offered your mother a palace, and she would not take it.

You wish she did.

Your father would offer your mother everything and then some, if only to see her smile stay a little longer, and not be dwarfed in the anonymity of death. Your father, who was married to your mother only by mortals' standards, and whose marriage to your stepmother caused her scorn on you.

Awesome Persephone, they say, terrified. You think that you'd like Persephone.

Your father loved your brother, you know. Your father loved Nico more than the River Lethe loves memories.

Your father did not love you quite as much.

He had expectations, expectations you could never fill. Only a martyr could, and maybe in the anonymity of death he could realize you tried.

But you are not dead. Maybe it would be better if you were.

And after your father's rot comes Nico's, unintentional but painfully there anyway.

Duty is the only god you'll ever pray to. Nico, who picked your mother's Catholicism up and finds it satisfactory, does not have the same struggle.

But duty is the god your father and mother set in front of you. Your mother set God, a visage of perfection, in front of Nico. She told you that you must settle for duty.

Well, duty is the god your mother and father chose for you. You wish to escape its temple to the one of freedom, open skies, and nothing but the road beneath your feet.

You cannot run. And therein lies the problem.

Your mother has died, your father has left, and it's just you and Nico. Your god of duty has forbade you from leaving also.

For the casino's doors glint as tantalizingly as always, just out of reach. Nico will never leave. He loves the casino, with its loud splendour. As daughter of death, illusions have never enticed you just as much as Nico.

The Mist has never worked for you, either. No one knows. The River Lethe and the Mist and other illusions are not things that can.

And Nico will play until you can leave, and you cannot leave until Nico is done playing.

You stare out your window every day, wondering how Nico never notices the buildings being put up faster than they should, the technological advancements outside.

You want to smash the window, jump out, and be free. But duty is your god, and Nico is your duty.

But you leave, after a few months. You don't dare mention that you were never tricked by the casino at all.

And Maine is different. You think that surely Nico will realize the differences now, but he hasn't. And you have been lying for so long that you do not know how to tell the truth.

And Maine is freedom, a little more than the casino. You want to run up the paths and leave the school behind forever, but Nico is there.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your mother whispers to your mind again.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your father whispers to your mind again.

"Take care of your brother," they both say. You have not seen them since that fateful, impossible day, where lightning struck indoors. Yet they haunt you always, placing duty at your altar and tearing freedom away. You are twelve, and you should not be told this, but you listen anyways.

You love them still, though. And the candle in your window is for them.

But Maine leaves as quickly as it had come, and suddenly, you don't have to lie about the gods anymore.

And with it comes an offer. The tantalizing taste of freedom, offered to you by the star-wreathed Zoë Nightshade, is tempting enough.

But what pushes you over the edge is that Nico will be safe.

You do not intend to stay long in the Hunters, not at all. Just until a years' time. You will stay the same age, and you may finally be able to breathe.

It's impossible to say no.

The star-wreathed Zoë Nightshade offers you the promise of freedom, and you take it.

I pledge myself to the Goddess Artemis. I turn my back on the comfort of civilization, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt.

You say the pledge. The star-wreathed Zoë Nightshade knows you do not accept it like the others do. She knows that you will not stay.

But she lets you in anyways.

Nico stares at you with betrayal. But you must leave. Your duty is a noose tightening around your neck, Nico is a noose tightening around your neck, and you cannot take it off.

But the star-wreathed Zoë can. And you let her.

He will be safe, you know. The kind-eyed Percy Jackson has no meaning of hurting him.

But all-too soon you are swept in a quest, a task too daunting. The star-wreathed Zoë Nightshade dislikes the kind-eyed Percy Jackson and the open-hearted Grover Underwood, and clashes with the lightning-born Thalia of Zeus, but she trusts you.

And, like usual, you are not quite allowed your own opinion.

It's easier, agreeing, than disagreeing.

You love Nico. But two will die on this quest, and between the five of you, you are the one least important.

You know you are soon to leave to the dark recesses of the earth and join your mother in safe anonymity.

You know you will die in the desert.

And you see the Hades figurine, the figurine of your father, and it's just what Nico needs.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your mother whispers. You think she sounds disappointed.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your father whispers. He may love you more for this.

"Take care of your brother," they both say. You think the Hades figurine may be what they need for that.

And so you tell the kind-eyed Percy Jackson to give it to Nico, and you let yourself be taken into the dark recesses of the earth.

You wake up.

It's dark, darker than the moonless night, and ghosts are clustered around the banks of a river - the River Styx, you've heard it been called - and a single boatman, operating a too-small ferry for the amount, drifts across the river towards the bank you are on.

He notices you, and pales. "Alright, c'mon," he says. "Can't leave the boss's daughter on this side of the Styx."

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your mother's voice whispers in the deep recesses of your mind.

"Take care of your brother, my daughter," your father's voice says, much louder, much closer.

"Take care of your brother," they both whisper, and you consider the ferryman's words.

And you look at his outstretched hand, and shake your head.

"Can't stay on this side of the Styx if you want Elysium," he tries to persuade you.

You shake your head.

"Alright, then. Gotta tell the boss, then, that his daughter refuses to enter domos Haidou," he says, shaking his head.

You take a step backwards and leave to the bright world of the living. You will not come back alive, you know, but you are still here.

The world of the living, or at least your part of it, is in disarray. Nico refuses to move on and has run away. The kind-eyed Percy Jackson has attempted to find him, but you know the truth. Nico's constant seances are pulling you towards him, but you disagree. Nico will never move on.

You have to help him. It is only your duty.

You send the kind-eyed Percy Jackson iris messages, hoping he can find Nico, and sure enough, he does.

The kind-eyed Percy Jackson appears at Nico's next seance, and you show yourself.

"You have to forgive," you tell him. It is true; he cannot keep his grudges forever.

You are long-dead, by now, and Nico has to accept it. It is not the kind-eyed Percy Jackson's fault. It is not the star-wreathed Zoë Nightshade's fault. It is not the open-hearted Grover Underwood's fault. It is not the lightning-born Thalia of Zeus's fault.

It is your fault alone. You made your bed; you must lay in it.

You leave, to the dark recesses of the earth, and this time you accept the ferryman's offer.

Cerberus stands at the gates, and watches you go through. You are one of the dead, no more recognizable than the quietest dead or the most heroic dead.

You are judged, and pushed towards the Fields of Elysium, the paradise.

It feels hollow.

But the River Lethe is there, and it circles the Isles of the Blessed.

The River Lethe has never worked on you, but you hope it will now. Once reborn, you will not be yourself; you will be someone else.

Someone else sounds a lot like freedom.

And so you drink from the river.

#bianca di angelo #nico di angelo #maria di angelo #hades pjo #pjo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #fanfiction

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MOON 39

Brookpaw’s tail was mangled by a dog. Mossgleam has heat exhaustion.

This moon’s story under the cut!

“It STINGS!” Brookpaw was howling from the medicine den, loud enough for every cat in the clan to hear. The young apprentice didn’t seem to care if it was the middle of the night now that her tail was mangled.

“I know, I know, shhhh.” Berryspot soothed, holding her flailing paws down as Hushstep carefully applied a poultice to the wounded areas.

“Stupid, stinking, fleabag of a dog!” Brookpaw cursed, writhing in pain and anger. Her day of training with Badgerdust had been rudely interrupted by the arrival of a vicious dog, who had attacked Brookpaw and managed to grab hold of her tail in its’ slobbering jaws.

“It won’t come back now. Badgerdust chased it away, remember?” Berryspot reminded her gently.

“I know.” Brookpaw snivelled. “OUCH!” She suddenly yelped and jerked back as Hushstep applied the last of the poultice and moved away.

“Oh, calm down.” Prairiepaw mewed sleepily, standing at the mouth of the den and swaying on her paws as if she’d just woken up.

“Hi Prairiepaw.” Brookpaw greeted her sister. “Also, I WON’T calm down! You don’t know how much pain I’m in!”

Prairiepaw rolled her eyes and trotted over to where Brookpaw lay in the sandy earth. “That’s a few nasty cuts you’ve got.” She remarked.

“Ya think I don’t know that?” Brookpaw mewed irritably. “I’ve kept Mossgleam awake half the night with my screeching.” She nodded in the direction of the heat-exhausted warrior, who was facing the wall and trying to send themself to sleep.

“You’ve kept the whole camp awake! Wheatpaw has been muttering about raking your pelt off all night!” Prairiepaw told her.

Brookpaw let out a whistling sigh. “The other apprentices don’t like us much, do they?”

“Not at all. They think we’re spoiled, because our mother is clan leader.”

“It’s not our fault we were born!” Brookpaw mewed indignantly. “What else do they say?”

“That we’re all more annoying than the other clans combined, and that I never shut up.” Prairiepaw told her littermate matter-of-factly. “Don’t listen to them, though. They’re just jealous.”

“Hmph. I forgot how mean apprentices can be.” Berryspot sighed. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. They all had the chance to become a little gang, and you’re like the newbies. Soon they’ll warm up to you.”

“Were other cats apprentices at the same time as you?” Brookpaw asked Berryspot as he fussed around at her tail.

“Glademoss and Stoatstripe, but we weren’t close. I was older, and a medicine apprentice. Besides, they were the best of friends in their apprenticeship. Wasn’t much room for me.” Berryspot explained. He didn’t sound sad, as such, more accepting.

“So who were you friends with? Didn’t you have any brothers or sisters?” Prairiepaw asked, frowning. She couldn’t imagine a life without her littermates, or even the other apprentices.

“I don’t know.” Berryspot answered truthfully. “Antclan is all I’ve ever known. I came here when I was just a newborn kit.”

“Where were you before?” Brookpaw ventured, still shifting uncomfortably.

“DrizzleClan. That’s where my mother was, the daughter of Rivernose.”

“Rivernose had kits?” Prairiepaw gaped, looking a little too surprised.

“I suppose so.” Berryspot shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t like talking about it much, and neither does he. All I know is that he and a few other cats were exiled for something or other, and he took me with him.”

The two apprentices exchanged glances and shrugged. Not many of the founding members of Antclan much enjoyed talking about their pasts, as they were often rather uncomfortable to remember. The apprentices had soon learned to let them recount things in their own time.

“Well, I suppose I’ll let you heal.” Prairiepaw sighed. “Cedarpaw said we could practise battle moves in the clearing.”

Brookpaw nodded, knowing that Cedarpaw was the nicest out of all the other apprentices due to his shy and kind nature. “Ok. I’ll see you later, Prairiepaw!”

“Bye, Brookpaw!”

cant wait until all the apps are warriors and they start getting crushes it’s gonna be so dramatic

#warrior cats #clangen #antclan #clan generator #warriors

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sasuhinasno1fan · 9 months

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Wish come true - Adrien AUGreste Day 9+10

It took a while for this one to get written and I was a bit back and forth on letting Ameile get the ring just based on the reason for why Gabreil wanted to keep it. I never actually watched s4 and 5, just know from friends hatewatching, and I had assumed the rings had a bigger part in the story but so far, they just seem to be family heirlooms. But again, because it’s not cannon past s3, Felix actually has a relationship with his dad. Anyway, enjoy!

Friends

“Remind me never to do Student UN again.” Adrien said, dropping onto the deck of the Liberty.

It was the Saturday after their schools Model UN and while Adrien lucked out with Lila not participating, she was back in school and made it her mission to make his life difficult by being a nascence. it took the whole class playing shield to keep him from actually hurting her. Chloe surprisingly had been a huge help, giving her a dress down that honestly, was too good to describe. Obviously, the Mayor’s daughter hadn’t done a whole 180 but with most people remembering how her mother treated her and starting to give her the benefit of the doubt, she was coming out from her spoiled shell. She was still spoiled and self-centred, that was Chloe, but Adrien compared her to Cleo from Monster High. She cared and wanted people to know that, it just took a while for her to find the ways of showing it.

“No need to applaud, I’ve arrived!” Chloe announced, stepping onto the ship, stumbling when Sabrina tripped off the gangplank and crashed into her. Her best friend stuttered apologizes when she turned to glare but the blonde took a breath and asked if she was ok.

Baby steps, that’s what it was about.

“Look on the bright side, two days and a full party where we don’t have to deal with her.” Nino said. He was leaning against Alya’s legs as she sat on the stage with Marinette and Alix, still going over the story about the Miraculous and their secret society. She’d been even more into it when the news riel about the sudden return of the Temple, with a very familiar looking mark, ran.

“And even better,” Luka said, kneeling down next to Adrien, “You now have more free time and I’ve gotten ahead in assignments.”

Adrien smiled to himself. “I guess that is something worth celebrating. Other than actually pulling off the school’s first Student UN.”

“Oh my god. Chloe!” Alya called.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“No.” Alya got up, practically shoving her phone into Chloe’s face. “Did you know about this? that this was today?”

Chloe’s eyes widened. “Crap. I can’t believe I forgot. I didn’t think I’d forget.”

“What?”

“Lila’s mom disappeared a year ago.”

“Died.” Chloe corrected. “She died, I’m sure of it. she was really sick, dizzy spells, fainting, confined to her bed for days. I never liked Lila, but I liked her mom. I can’t believe I forgot.”

“It’s been a busy year, what with Hawkmoth and everything.” Sabrina said.

“Not to mention Lila suddenly showing up at school.” Marinette reminded. “I’m sure her mother knows you care.”

“She showed up at school?” Adrien asked.

“Lila was homeschooled. With her dad’s popularity, Emile didn’t want her being stared at. Not like she cared; she was always doing something to make a mess of things. She would be a clothing model for her dad for clothes for her age group and clearly, she loved the attention.” Chloe said. “it started small then, but she started lying to get her way. Emile would catch her a few times but she started to get better and then Emile got sick, so she hid better. All of a sudden, she walks into the classroom with this lie that her father hated that she was being locked away and wanted her to be normal and interact with the people who bought his clothes.”

“Which also brought in the lies she told us basically about how she was involved in all our favourite things.” Alya reminded.

“Which Alya here actually helped expose a little. Did you know she said Jagged Stone wrote a love song about her?” Alix said, putting a hand on the reporter’s shoulder.

“Jagged Stone, is in his 30s.”

“Her lies went crashing down pretty soon after he made a statement about it not being true. Didn’t stop her, but we knew to fact check and before you know it, newest big model on the scene is the biggest scandal no one wants to deal with.”

“But she lost her mom.”

Adrien thought about how she reacted the first day he met her. She had no standing, clearly grasping at anything to be seen. He understood it, keeping up a façade because it was easier, but she seemed to take singular focus on attacking him, insulting his mother and her love. He could blame it on Lila’s own mother and her disappearance, but he didn’t know. The popular kids he me at his schools, a lot were mad at their parents, but unless they were involved in some way with yours, your own parents never made conversation. Any cheap shot about them was about their looks or their jobs, not their ability to love you. he felt bad for her, but it didn’t justify her behaviour. He did feel bad for Chloe though. He wondered if Emile Agreste had been more of a mom than her actual mother.

“Chloe, did you want to go give your condolences?” Adrien asked. “To Gabriel and maybe Lila? I mean, I don’t like her, but if my mama disappeared?”

“We should at least let her know we’re thinking of her.” Mylene said. “But if we all went.”

“She’d lose her head. Or lap it up. Or, I don’t know, maybe be normal.” Ivan pointed out, all valid points.

“her dad wouldn’t want his daughter’s whole class coming by. He doesn’t even leave his house.” Chloe reminded.

“So only a few of us. Chloe, you and Sabrina. Maybe Juleka, since you model for him? And Marinette, since you’re working his internship.” Rose suggested.

“I will be working his internship. And honestly, if Lila hates Adrien the most, she hates me second. She constantly goes after me trying to get me in trouble.” Marinette reminded.

“I’ll go.” Adrien said, shrugging when everyone looked at him. “I don’t like her, but I mentioned to her dad that I liked Solitude. Feels like I should at least let him know how sorry I am.”

“So, Chloe, Sabrina, Adrien and Juleka?”

“Except, Juleka is practically becoming the new face of the brand,” Luka reminded. “I don’t know her well, but I know her enough. If we’re worried what all of us being there will do, do we really think sending her replacement is a good idea?”

“Chloe, Sabrina, Adrien and Luka? if only to stop Adrien when Lila undoubtly pisses him off.” Rose said, Adrien looking insulted.

“Hey!”

“Oh, you know she’ll do it. get filming, I’ll call the limo.” Chloe said.

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“Yes?”

Chloe tossed her hair, standing at full hight. Adrien would admit, it was impressive how easily she fell into being her snooty self when she wanted something. There was Chloe who held onto her self-importance and could still be ok to be around and then there was this side, who after a few minutes, you’d be tempted to throw her off the Eiffel Tower.

That was probably why any akuma she caused would take her there.

“We’ve come to pay our respects to M. Agreste.” Sabrina nudged her, leaving her to sigh and roll her eyes. “And Lila I guess.”

“We have guests Chloe.”

“Oh, let her in. I haven’t seen her in years!” that was a different voice, but one that perked Chloe up. She turned to Adrien, who was messing with the plastic covering the bouquet. She smirked in a way that worried Sabrina, who started tugging on her jacket to get her to spill.

The gate swung open and Chloe led them to the door. It was pulled open and Adrien had to remind himself that Emile Agreste had been missing for a year. The woman who stood in front of them was near identical though.

“Chloe!”

“Amelie! It’s so nice to see you again. How is it in London? Great, I’d like you to meet someone. This is Adrien.” Chloe dragged Adrien over, ignoring his questions of what she was doing.

“Um, hi?”

“Oh, my goodness. Felix, Felix! Come over here. Look at this.” grabbing Adrien, the woman dragged him in the house, Chloe still ignoring the questions over what was going on, smiling at the scene before them.

Amelie brought Adrien to stand in front of someone. Someone with the same shade of hair and eyes, near the same height and had the same expression Adrien tended to have when truly annoyed or angry.

“It’s this amazing? Felix, you two look exactly alike. Lila, you must have been so surprised when he came to your class. I hear you’re new?”

“Um, yeah. I’m Adrien Rossi…and this is a little strange.”

Amelie giggled, clapping her hands. “Oh, this is amazing! Emile and I always hoped our kids would look like this, near twins. I always wanted to play a trick on you Gabriel, and switch the kids for a day. Oh, the things the two of you could have gotten away with.”

Feeling a little awkward, Adrien gave the teen in front of him a smile. “Hi, and you are?”

“I’m Felix.” His accented French made Adrien tempted to switch to English, but he didn’t want to assume.

“Oh, and I’m Amelie. Emilie was my big sister. Chloe, why don’t you introduce me to your other friends?”

Adrien glanced over Felix’s shoulder to see Lila glaring at him. She seemed madder than usual, like she actually wanted to hurt him. Eager to get out, Adrien handed the flowers to him.

“Sorry for your loss.”

Felix looked at the flowers before looking back at him. It was strange, seeing such a proper picture staring back at him. Mylene, while waiting for others to finish their video, had braided his bangs into his hair and the fishnet poking out from under his oversized shirt was a definite contrast to his slacks and waistcoat.

“I know you don’t mean my father but thank you regardless.” Felix said.

“Oh, I didn’t know. I won’t say ‘I’m sorry’ because I know every kid who lost a parent never wants to hear that. So instead, I’ll say…I hope the important memories never fade and if they do, you never lose the feelings you had during them.”

Felix looked surprised and Adrien realised he was hoping for a reaction. Just not the one he gave. He took the flowers and handed them to Nathalie, who looked pained as Chloe held court with Lila’s aunt.

“If you don’t mind, Mlle. Bourgeois, this is a family occasion.” Gabriel finally interrupted.

“That’s fine, we just wanted you to know we were thinking of you. oh, and Sabrina.” The red-haired girl took out the SD card that they downloaded their video onto and handed it to Lila. “Just so you know we care.”

Lila dropped the SD card and stomped on it a few times. Whether or not it broke it, Adrien wasn’t sure, but they all got the message. She stormed up the stairs, ignoring her aunt’s yelling to come back and apologize, which turned into a near fight between her and Gabriel about Lila’s behaviour. Adrien took one look at Felix, who’s face still held the same expression, but with a bit of sadness and spoke without thinking much.

“Hey, Felix. Is it your first time in Paris? We’re having a party at Luka’s houseboat; you should come with us.”

A small bit of relief appeared in the green eyes as he turned to his mother. “Can I?”

“I suppose. How about you meet me back here at 4 so we can say goodbye and go to the station together?”

And with that, they had a new addition.

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“Whoa. It’s like a funhouse mirror.” Kim said, looking Felix up and down, who looked annoyed at being gawked at.

“Except I’m sure his temper is the same. Sure, you remember that part, huh Kim?” Adrien said, smiling when the athlete got red and turned back to the party. “Sorry about him.”

“You didn’t have to do this because you feel sorry for me.”

“I only feel sorry you would have had to spend the afternoon with Lila.” Adrien said, taking in the same surprised look Felix had before. “If I felt sorry for you because of your father, then I’d feel the same about a lot of my friends. Lot of single household kids here. Fair amount due to a parent passing away but they have their ways of remembering them and it’s a reminder to us to always remember the important feelings. now, you hungry? Kagami is getting off training soon and she’s bringing freshly made mochi. It’s really good.”

Felix stared at him, like he was trying to figure him out before he turned away. “Not particularly hungry, though I am thirsty.”

It took some time, but Felix started to open up. He was sarcastic and a bit rude but they were all used to it with Chloe. When Kim’s teasing went to far, Felix shut him down with a rather well-timed insult that had the whole group laughing as Kim went red and pouted. His social skills lacked some, which made him bond with Kagami when she finally arrived.

“If they say something pop culture related you don’t get, just nod. They usually figure out we have no clue what they mean and explain to not look stupid.” She advised.

“Thanks Kagami.” Adrien said sarcastically.

Somehow the topic turned to the thing majority of their class shared in common, single parent households. It was a healthy debate of what they felt they missed compared to their friends and classmates with two parents.

“Twice as much worrying? That baby akuma accidently smashed through my room and my dad freaked out. I was in the bathroom, which is the furthest from the skylight so I was fine. but Papa lost it, trying to break in and check on me. Which is fine, I get it. but after Scarlet Bug fixed everything, he came by to check if I was ok while Catseye went to go drop the baby off and my dad’s first reaction is that I’m dating Scarlet Bug! Do you have any idea how mortifying that is? The poor guy didn’t get a chance to explain before my dad tried inviting him to dinner with us.” Marinette went.

“Please, you think that’s bad? Reminder that my dad became akumatized to keep me from leaving.” Chloe threw in. “Your dad got akumatized because he thought you were dumped.”

“Seeing how my dad won’t even talk to me since I came out,” Marc said, “I wouldn’t be too mad about him getting akumatized because he didn’t want to see me hurt.”

“At least your mother wasn’t akumatized because she wants to control you.” Kagami said, taking a sip of tea.

“Or akumatized because she doesn’t enjoy being control.” Luka said.

Felix looked confused. “Is this what we do? Talk about being akumatized? Wait, have all of you been akumatized?”

“Pretty much. I think Marinette is the only person who hasn’t been akumatized. Just all her friends and family.” Nino said.

“Besides, we’ve realised that talking about what happened and remembering the emotions we felt is a reminder that it’s ok to feel that way. If Hawkmoth didn’t exist, we could feel that without consequences. Our reactions would be different. We have to remind ourselves that while we try to keep a check on our emotions to keep Hawkmoth from taking us over again, feeling what we felt is normal. And one day we can feel those emotions without worrying about the really bad consequences again.” Rose explained.

“I think there are some consequences you should still feel worried about.” Felix pointed out.

“So, what would be your trigger?” Markov asked, hovering over the mochi to keep Kim and Ivan from having too many.

“My trigger?”

“A lot of ours was Chloe. Chloe’s was Scarlet Bug believe it or not.” Alya said.

“Mine was a grown man who thought it was ok to threaten kids and act like a child. But got us a contract out of it.” Adrien said. “It doesn’t have to be anything big.”

Felix’s gaze went to his cup, clanging his ring against the ceramic. “My dad. But not his passing. It could have been, he died in an accident but that would have been my mom’s. she lost her sister and the love of her life within a month of each other. My trigger would have been my uncle not showing his face at the funeral, but expecting us to come to his house to mourn his wife. I loved my aunt, but why should my father’s passing be brushed off? I can’t talk about it with my mother and I don’t make friends easy. Most just want something because our family is rich, but I wanted to mourn and because of my uncle I can’t. he doesn’t even seem to understand why my mother wants the rings back.”

“Rings?” Adrien asked.

Felix messed with the ring on his finger. “because my aunt was older, she got the family rings. Used to be told stories about how they had special powers and for a kid who grew up with his father telling him about fae and calling his wife Titania the fairy queen, I liked those stories. After my aunt disappeared, my mom wanted a piece of her back and that piece was the ring. They used them as their wedding rings and he doesn’t seem to get why my mom wants them back. He’s mourned her by hiding away. My mother’s hid her mourning to take care of the company and me. She deserves that much.”

Adrien looked at the ring, as Felix continued to mess with it. it was slightly big, a bit faded but Felix handled it like it was the most important thing in the world. Probably because it belonged it to his father. The ring could have gone to Amelie but instead Felix had it, to remember his father because she had him. and all she wanted was a way to remember her sister. He got why Gabriel wanted to keep the ring if it was his only link to his wife, but he wasn’t the only one who lost her.

“I think you should steal it.” Kagami said. “he lives inside his home, rarely coming out. I’m sure he has other ways of remembering her. The rings don’t belong to him, they did to her and now to your mother. But if you want to avoid getting in trouble, maybe convince your mom to have him sit down and explain her side. Guilt could probably work too if she adds how she can’t grieve her family with nothing to hold onto.” The whole group stared at her. “What?”

“You, are a terrifying person. Look, the point is, you have every right to feel the way you do. Tell that to your mom so she can take care of it. and if that doesn’t work, maybe steal the ring, but only if you feel like he’s saying no to be an ass.” Adrien explained.

“So, steal as last resort?”

“The guy is friends with the mayor of Paris. Try not to get banned before we can hang out again?”

“Again?”

“Well yeah. We’re friends now, you’re stuck with us.”

Felix took in the mix of faces, all – including Chloe – giving him looks that all said they were telling the truth. His usual personality turned people away, but these people were fine with it. he looked at Adrien, a wilder copy of himself and realised his original plan to be an ass wasn’t going to work. They were too stubborn and honestly, it was just easier to give in.

Later on, the train, he watched his mother smile softly down at the ring in hand.

“I have to say, I’m surprised Gabriel was moved enough to give me the ring. I’m sorry I had to use your father as an in.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you have it now. Besides, it wasn’t mainly my idea. Got it from a friend.”

“A friend?” she asked with a smile on her face.

Looking at his reflection, he spun his father’s ring on his finger. “Yeah. My first actually.”

#adrien august #adrien augreste 2023

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