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"Travis' PC, struggling with a dark power, finds understanding and control by seeking guidance from the Wildmother... TWO!"
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randomwritingguy · 1 year
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The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 31
A DEAL WITH THE DARKNESS
Y/N’S POV
A small radio lies still on the small table before me. Despite its size, I feel like a prey to a giant. Fists clenching tight, sweat on my skin, and teeth gritting, I stare at the communications device that will soon change my life forever.
“Y/N! What happened to you?! Are you okay?! How did you get out?!
“Zaheer. We need to get to Korra immediately!”
I don’t know how long it has been since we escaped Ba Sing Se. Despite the beauty and the utopian atmosphere that surrounded the metal city of Zaofu, I still can’t shake the sights I saw from my mind. Those awful, awful sights.
Getting out of their cell, Mako and Bolin rush to me with concerned faces. The other prisoners run out of their own, screaming cheers and joyous profanities at the dream come true that their tormentor that was their highness was dead and that they are free.
Free. No-one is free now.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Mako asks me, fear etched in his face. “You look like you can barely stand.”
No. I’m not all right. If anything, I feel like a corpse that is forced to walk via invisible strings like I am some twisted puppet. But that doesn’t matter. Not right now. The Air Nation is more important.
“I said I’m fine!” I snarl, turning away from them both. “We need to get out of here! I’ll tell you all along the way what the message is.”
While the others are too focused on the other radio they are using in desperate hope to get into contact with the Northern Air Temple, I’m all alone using a spare.
Good. I don’t want anyone to see this.
When we finally rush out the main gates of the palace, I am greeted with the stuff that my own mind could not imagine.
In such a short amount of time, chaos erupted.
Screams, shouts, shrieks, yells surround us all along with the blazing heat of flames that consume the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se like a hungry mauling animal. So many flames. So many screams. So, so many.
“I can’t believe it!” Mako exclaims in shock. “The Upper Ring is in chaos!”
“Should we do something?” Bolin asks aloud, shocked and devastated as we all are.
“This isn’t our battle. We have to deliver Zaheer’s message to Korra immediately.”
The two brothers start walking away from the palace, focusing on the task at hand, to find an airship to esacpe. But I stay still. Frozen like a platinum statue that not even the famous Toph Beifong can’t move.
So many flames. So many screams.
“Y/N?”
I don’t hear it. How can I? How can I hear my name when all I can hear are the screams and yells that overwhelm the beacon of the Earth Kingdom?
“Y/N!”
So many flames. So many screams. So many.
This is all my fault…
If I was strong enough, If I had enough power, I could have prevented all of this.
How many will suffer because of my failure?
Y/N!”
Rough hands on my sides shaking me partially snaps me out of my thoughts.
Mako is staring at me, teeth gritted, with golden eyes staring into my own E/C.
“Snap out of it, Y/N!” he barks out, using his authority as a police officer. “Remember what you told us! We need to get to Korra! The Air Nation’s survival depends on it!”
Shaking my head slightly, I completely rid the awful thoughts from my mind.
He’s right. Focus on the task. Grieve later.
“Yes, yes.” I mutter to him, nodding slightly. “You’re right. Let’s go.”
As if time was slowed down through a force beyond our understanding, I rise my arm and stretch out towards the radio in slow motion.
The rough exterior of the radio speaker adds to the intense feel as I grab it with my palm.
Seeing Korra and Asami in Misty Palms after hours of rescue, escape, and dread from the crumbling Ba Sing Se gave me enough joy to smile just a bit. But only a bit.
Despite the relief, the flames and screams still echo at the back of my mind. They persisted throughout our rescue of Mako and Bolin’s family and the long transport from the city to the desert. I have a feeling they will persist for a long, long time.
The happiness and relief that was briefly expressed on the blinding smiles on Korra and Asami when they saw us quickly vanish as they see my bruised and battered state.
“What happened?!” Korra asks with panic and fear as she rushes up to me, ignoring Mako and Bolin, and placing her right hand on my shoulder and cupping my cheek with the other.
“Tortured by the Earth Queen.” I tell her bluntly, slightly leaning into her hand. Unlike the blazing heat that I felt in the city, the warmth I felt on my cheek by my best friend’s hand. I harden my gaze at her slightly. “She’s dead.”
Korra’s eyes flash with utter rage upon the revelation. “I know.” She growls. Then, her features soften. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N.”
“Korra, no.” I tell her, placing my hand on top of her own and giving it squeeze. “None of this is your fault. Okay? None of it is. But, right now, we have more important matters to discuss. Zaheer wanted me to give you a message.”
Her mouth drops slightly and I can feel her hands tense up as with the rest of her body. “What message?”
Here it goes.
Taking a deep and long breath, I finally tell her. “The Red Lotus is heading towards the Northern Air Temple right now. If you don’t turn yourself in, they are going to wipe out the Air Nation…for good.”
Taking the radio, I start the call.
I sit and wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.
Finally, after a second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year, decade, century, a thousand years, the other end picks up.
The first thing I hear is the rough, heavy voice of my dad.
“Hello?”
Swallowing a gulp, I start talking.
“Hello, father.”
I purposefully call him the more formal “father.” Maybe it might lessen the pain if I create some distance.
After a brief moment of hesitation, he responds with a simple but tense “Y/N. You finally called.”
“I have.”
“I take it you have finally made your decision?”
Clenching the radio tighter, squeezing it perhaps too much, I swallow a gulp once more. I repeat my previous answer in a monotone “I have.”
“And?”
Here it goes.
Taking a deep and long breath once again, I let out sigh. Finally, I give him my answer.
“I’m joining the Air Nation.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I can feel the life that I once lived shatter entirely into shards. The intensity of the atmosphere is almost overwhelming.
Then, out of nowhere, the transmission ends.
Wait, what?
I check the radio and…
He ended it.
He didn’t even say goodbye.
He just…ended it.
Slumping down in the chair, I just…stare.
Not at the radio. Not at anything, really.
Just…staring.
So, that’s it.
I’ve been disowned.
I am no longer welcome in my own home back at the South Pole.
No longer welcome to my own parents.
Much to my surprise, I don’t cry. Maybe the flames and screams from Ba Sing Se have shook me to the core so much that I can’t cry right now. Or maybe I’m just tired of the tears.
I just feel…empty. Cold. Alone.
I hear footsteps approaching only to stop dead when they presumably see me. I don’t utter a single word.
“Am I interrupting something?”
I recognise the voice immediately without even glancing at the source.
Kuvira.
“No.” I tell her, rising from my seat and then finally turning to face her. She is wearing her typical Zaofu guard armour and helmet. I see a slight frown of concern on her face. “I just finished.”
Kuvira tilts her head to the side. “Is it about your parents?”
I nod. “It’s done.”
She sighs heavily and walking forward she places a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I tell her. Then, hoping to stop talking about my depressing situation, I change the topic. “Has Korra gotten into contact with Tenzin?”
Noticing this obvious topic change, she lets it go and removes her hand from my shoulder and her posture returns to business as usual. “She has but I’m afraid the Red Lotus has already gotten to them first.”
Dammit!
“Shit.” I mutter under my breath. “We better get going then.”
Walking back outside, I see my friends accompanied by Lin, Suyin, Tonraq, and Lord Zuko. When they see our approach, Suyin walks to the captain of the guard. “Kuvira, gather the guards and get an airship ready.”
“Of course.” Kuvira responds immediately with professionalism and after a quick glance in my direction marches off.
“I’m sure Kuvira told you what happened.” Suyin says as we walk side by side to the others.
I nod gravely. “She did. This isn’t good.”
Sighing heavily, the matriarch rubs her grey silver hair. “It isn’t. We have to act fast before Zaheer tries anything.”
“Agreed.”
When we finally reach to the cluster of people, I speak up.
“I heard about what happened. What’s the plan?”
The others turn to me but Korra is the first one to answer with utter seriousness.
“You’re staying here, Y/N.”
“What?!” I reply. “No! I’m coming with you.”
She gestures towards my form with her hands. “Look at you, Y/N! You are still badly hurt!”
I scoff at her claim. Yes, I am still hurt. But I can still fight.
“Korra’s right, Y/N.” Mako agrees. “You were tortured for hours. You need rest.”
NO!
I glare back at Korra with all the confidence I can muster. “I’ve healed enough! I am not going to sit here and do nothing while you surrender to the Red Lotus!”
“She might not have to do that yet.” Lin says, though her voice doesn’t sound as confident as her claim. “We are still coming up with a plan that will prevent that from happening.”
“And if you don’t manage to do that?” I retort, glaring at her.
No response.
I continue with my rant. “Regardless if Korra is going to surrender or not, I am not going to sit by and not help my friends! I am coming whether you all like it or not!”
As soon as I finish, silence lays upon all of us. I am staring right at Korra who is staring back in defiance. We are at a standstill.
Eventually, out of all people, Suyin speaks up.
“I agree…with Y/N.”
Huh?
I glance at her in surprise. “You do?”
She nods. “We need fighters now more than ever. Even though you’re hurt If you want to help, I don’t see why you shouldn’t.”
My jaw drops for a moment, but I quickly snap it shut.
Suyin…actually defended and agreed with me. Huh. I think that’s the first time she’s done that since we met.
I nod in a silent way of saying “Thank you” before turning back to the others who seem to have reluctantly accepted the situation.
“So, what’s the plan?”
TIME SKIP
“I say we make our approach from the west, drop down from the airship on cables, ambush these Red Lotus low-lives before they know what hit.”
“It will never work. That Combustion Lady will pick us off one by one.”
“You have a better idea on how to save the airbenders?”
“Yeah. We come up from the valley, scale the side of the mountain and take them off guard.”
“That could work.”
“And give them the high ground? No, if their lavabender spots us, he'll melt the mountainside and us with it.”
Aboard one of the advanced Zaofu airships, we all throw out plans, suggestions, and ideas onto the table of how we can save the airbenders and fight the Red Lotus without having Korra to surrender herself to them. So far, we are having no success.
Every single time a plan is suggested there are always major drawbacks and flaws. The Red Lotus have abilities that allow them to counter anything we throw at them.
Unless…
“Last time I fought the combustion bender, I was able to defeat her.” I throw out admist the chaotic mess of plans.
“What?!” The entire room let out; jaws dropped to the flaw in complete shock. Honestly, I can’t blame them.
“How did you do that, Y/N?” Tonraq asks me.
Crossing my arms, I continue gazing at the map of the Northern Air Temple. “I was barely able to get close to her enough to chi-block her into submission. I could try and do that again.”
“If you can close to them again.” The Chief of Police corrects me, though I can hear the impressiveness in her voice. “I doubt she will fall for that again. She will probably try to create some distance to ensure she isn’t distracted too.”
The Chief does make a good point. The combustion lady doesn’t strike me as one to be fooled twice even with outside interference to help me.
“This is pointless.” Korra speaks up bitterly. “. None of these ideas will work. The second Zaheer realizes we're up to something, he'll wipe out the airbenders.”
“And Opal is one of those airbenders.” Suyin adds, her motherly instincts taking over. “Believe me, I understand what's at stake.”
Tenzin, Bumi, Jinora, Ikki, Meelo, Kai, Esha, Opal, and so, so many more….
So many lives are at stake. So many.
“Then I'll think you agree that the only plan that will work is for me to give myself up.”
WHAT?!
“No way.” I immediately retort. “It’s too dangerous.”
“It’s the only way, Y/N.” Korra counters. Her eyes are full of determination but melancholy. She knows full well the gravity of the situation. “I talked it over with Lord Zuko, and I've given it a lot of thought. I have to do this.”
Dammit…
“You can't expect us to sit by and let Zaheer take you.” Asami says in desperation to change our friend’s mind. But, from the look of her resolved face, it seems like it has already been made up.
“The world has been out of balance for far too long: it needs the Air Nation back again.” Korra explains with conviction. “I can't let Zaheer destroy it and everyone we love. Help me save the airbenders, then you can worry about saving me.”
As much as I hate to admit it…she’s right. Typical Korra, always thinking of others before herself. It’s why she’s the Avatar after all.
After a brief exchange of glance between Tonraq and Suyin, the former speaks up. “We’re with you Korra.”
“Whatever you need.” The matriarch adds.
I let out a deep, frustrated sigh but relent. “I hate this. I really, really hate this but…you’re right. Make the call.”
Korra nods. “Thank you. I’ll radio Zaheer now.”
She walks off to exit the meeting room, leaving all of us behind to make a deal with the most dangerous criminals in the world.
Dammit. I wish there was another way…
“Y/N.”
I perk up at the mention of my name and I see Tonraq by my side with a mixture of concern and sternness on his features.
“Tonraq.” I speak up. “Is there something wrong?”
The Chief of the Southern Water Tribe shakes his gently. “No trouble. I was wondering if I can speak to you in private for a quick moment?”
Huh?
I raise an eyebrow in curiosity and suspicion, but I agree. “Sure.”
We both exit the meeting room and enter a narrow metallic corridor with not a single person in site. The voices in the meeting room are muffled but we are out of earshot.
“So, what’s this about?” I ask him, leaning back on the wall.
Tonraq does the same and his face softens slightly. “I understand this is probably not the most suitable time to discuss this but I figured I might as well get it out of the way.”
What’s he talking about?
He takes a deep, long breathe and leans forward to place his hand on my shoulder. “I know about your situation with your parents.”
Oh…
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out. I close it, trying to think of what to say, and reopen it. All I can make out is a simple “I see.”
Sensing my discomfort and stunned nature, he steps back to give me some space. “Your parents talked to it about me when they first found out that you were an airbender. I was shocked at how serious they were being. It seemed so out of character for them. I knew how traditionalist and patriotic they were but this…I never expected they would do something like this.”
Nodding gravely, I glance downwards. “I just had a call with them a few hours ago. It’s done.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Tonraq says, sounding so sad and sympathetic. “I tried convincing them to do otherwise but they wouldn’t budge.”
“That sounds like them.” I bitterly remark. “They can be stubborn like earthbenders sometimes. Please don’t let this ruin your friendship with them, though. I know you and Senna have been really good friends with them. What they’re doing is really, really wrong but…I still love them.”
Tonraq’s face briefly flashes with surprise at my consideration to my parents despite everything they’ve put me through. I can’t say I blame him. I would be surprised too. This surprise fades a few seconds away, replaced with a gentle smile.
“Your compassion knows no bounds.�� He tells me softly. “And, if it means anything, you will always be family to Senna and I. You have been best friends with my daughter and stood by her since you two met. We are so grateful Korra had you in her life where she was forced to be isolated. You gave her normalcy in a life of responsibility and I thank you for that. You are always welcome with us.”
As he finishes his speech, a tsunami of emotion overwhelm me and I feel tears streaking down my face as fast as a satomobile.
Spirits…
He…He really means all that?
“T-Thank you.” I mutter, so overcome with my feelings that it comes out weak. “Thank you so much.”
Then, without even thinking, I wrap him in a tight hug. I feel Tonraq briefly tense up in surprise but melts away as he wraps his arms around me in a fatherly gesture.
Despite the darkness that is soon to come, nothing can ruin this.
TIME SKIP
Korra’s POV
We have arrived.
After radioing Zaheer, he told me to meet him at an area called Laghima’s Peak. Considering his admiration for Guru Laghima, I can’t say I’m surprised at the destination. There, I will turn myself in while Mako, Bolin, and Asami go to the Northern Air Temple and collect the airbenders.
Y/N is staying to help Tonraq, Lin, Suyin, and the rest of the Zaofu guards. I still don’t like that they’re here because he’s still injured. But it was unsurprising that they refused to stay. They’re stubborn like me.
That’s one of the many reasons why we get along so much. Little can be done to change our minds.
Much like I’m not changing my mind on my surrender. It is time.
As Tonraq and Suyin walk down the ramp of the airship, Lin, my friends and I are at the entrance. There the Chief of Beifong passes me a radio. The plan is for Mako to radio me the very instant they spot the airbenders in the temple. That way it will prevent us from falling for a trap.
Turning to Asami, a worried concern on her beautiful face, I pull the black-haired woman into a tight hug. As we embrace, I feel warmth and…something else. Something tender.
Now’s not the time to think about that, though.
“Be careful, Korra.” She tells me, her spiritual voice worried and caring.
“You too.” I add back.
When we pull apart, I look at Mako and, despite the awkwardness that has been going around us since our breakup, I wrap him in a hug too. After a brief moment of surprise and hesitation, he hugs back too. I’m glad we can still being friends after everything.
Before I can even react, Bolin pulls me into a massive, tight hug that threatens to spill the air from my lungs, sobbing as he does so. Classic Bolin.
Y/N also hugs the others to, wishing them luck, and soon afterwards we walk down the ramp of the airship, my glider in my hand.
As we finally exit the airship, I see dad walking towards me with a worried look on his face. No doubt his fatherly instincts are kicking in.
“Korra.”
“Don’t worry, Dad.” I assure him. “I’ll be all right.”
Then, like my friends, he pulls me into a tight embrace. “I just want you to know how proud I am of you. The risk you're taking to save the Air Nation will be remembered for generations.”
The words from dad lift my spirits somewhat but I can still feel the intensity. Still, I smile.
“I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
As he starts walking to the metalbenders, I give him one last piece of advice. “And Dad, watch out for Zaheer. He's not very fond of world leaders.”
Despite this warning, my father doesn’t seem concerned. He still looks and sounds confident as ever. “I can handle him. Just stay focused on your mission.”
Then, finally, I turn to Y/N. Despite being mostly recovered, I can still the faint bruises and cuts from the Earth Queen’s torture. When I saw my best friend in such a brutalised and disfigured state…I had felt so much. Panic, sadness, anger, hate.
Despite Y/N’s reassurances that it wasn’t my fault…I would be lying if I said part of me still doesn’t blame myself. While I was stuck in a desert my best friend who has always stayed by me was being tortured to near death.
While I wish it never happened, another part of me is glad that the Earth Queen is dead. And I don’t know what that says about me.
But enough thinking about the past, I need to focus on the present.
Now, I see Y/N trying to give me a confident smile but I can see it faltering. They have been through so much. First their parents, then the Earth Queen, and now this. Once this is all over, I am going to make it up to them. I will.
“How are you feeling?” they ask me in a gentle tone.
Such a simple question that asks so much.
“Honestly?” I as them rhetorically. “I’m scared. But I know I have to do this.”
They sigh heavily but, in an attempt to lift the tension, chuckles dryly. “I guess that’s in the Avatar job description, huh?”
The light joke works as a good chuckle erupts of me and so does Y/N. They always had a way with their humour.
“I suppose not.” I tell them with a small smile and I pull them into a tight, tight hug. The embrace soothes my fears and thoughts of failure.
“Please, be careful.” Y/N desperately tells me as if they’re begging.
“Only if you’re careful too.” I retort.
We pull apart and, after an exchange of small smiles, they walk towards Tonraq and the metalbenders.
Shifting my attention away from the group, I glance upwards to the very top of the the peak.
Time to face Zaheer.
Pulling out the wings from my glider, I use my airbending to thrust myself into the wild air as fast as Equalist Jets back in Republic City.
As I am gliding to the top of the mountain, I turn on the radio. “Mako, did you see the airbenders?”
“Not yet. We’re just arriving. Don’t turn yourself over until I get a visual on them.”
Got it.
When I finally reach to the rendevouz, I spot them. There, standing at the far edge of the mountain is Zaheer and the combustion bender with an airship right behind them.
Instead of stopping right in front of them, I land a good distance away at a lower relief.
No-one says a word for a brief moment. Until…
“Drop your staff and surrender yourself.” Zaheer commands, voice stern and powerful.
I stay where I am.
“Don’t make me come get you!”
I still do not move an inch. I need to wait until Mako gives me confirmation that the airbenders are there.
Feeling impatient, I radio him again. “Mako, what’s going on?”
The response is immediate.
“They're here. And so is the lavabender.”
What?!
“Tell Ghazan to let the airbenders go!” I shout at Zaheer, hoping the anger in my voice will make him to back down and listen to my demands.
It doesn’t. Instead, his features flash with irritation. “Not 'til you turn yourself over. This isn't a negotiation.”
Then, he pulls out his own radio. “Wipe them out!”
NO!
“No!” I immediately let out, panic now replacing my anger. Then, in defeat, I add “I’m coming.”
The combustion bender marches down the slope toward me and I head to meet her. As I do so, I hear Zaheer order Ghazan to stand down.
Good. So far, so good. This can still work.
When I finally reach close to the incoming woman, I notice her holding cuffs. I drop my staff and radio and she immediately uses them to cuff my wrists and angles.
Dammit. I didn’t think of this. Maybe, I can metalbend them?
“Don't bother trying to metalbend out of these.” She tells me, answering my unspoken question as if she read my mind. “They're platinum.”
Then, with a light shove on my back, I start walking to Zaheer and the ship.
Okay, good. Everything is going to plan. The airbenders will finally be free again…even if I might not be around to see it. I am ready.
We reach to near the airship and before we get a foot closer, I hear my radio turn on.
“Korra, it was a trick! They're not here. Don't turn yourself over!”
WHAT?! NO! THOSE LYING SCUM!
Engraged, I glare daggers right into Zaheer’s emerald eyes. “We had a deal!”
Then, before he or his ally can restrain me, I jump upwards and use my feet to separate the two criminals with my airbender whilst creating distance from me!
The battle has begun.
Y/N’S POV
I am holding onto one of the many metalbenders as we hang from the mountain with the cables. We have been in this position for a while now. Something doesn’t feel right.
My concerns are confirmed when, beside the guard and I, Chief Beifong’s radio switches on and I hear Mako’s voice.
“Chief, get Korra out of there. Now!”
SHIT!
“Go, go!” Lin immediately barks out and in a flash we are all thrust forward along the metal cables from point to point of the mountain side until we finally reach to the top.
Me, Lin, Suyin, and the guards of Zaofu land on the mountain and we immediately start our pursuit towards Korra.
As we rush forward step by step, using all the energy within us to speed up our charge, I see the combustion bender leaping up into the cloudy sky and land with a loud crash right in front of us.
NO!
Before I can warn the others, she leans slightly back to charge up her attack and unleash a powerful explosion of orange and red. I barely manage to jump out of the way, knocked slightly forward by the explosion, and land on my feet. When I recovered, I see the Chief and Suyin launching rock disks, boulders as fierce projectiles towards our enemy. She effortlessly dodges each and every one and purposefully angles her explosions to force the two Beifongs to take cover beneath a large rock.
Even the guards, despite outnumbering her, are no match for her and they are soon blasted off the mountain afterwards!
NO!
I need to get closer to her!
But, every time I try to the slightest step, she fires an explosion in my direction, forcing me to dodge its fiery grip. Dammit!
It stays like that for a few minutes, an intense standstill as she launches explosion after explosion after explosion to keep me out of the way. She does the same to the rock the sisters are hiding behind, not allowing them to exploit her focus on me.
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
The more I stand here and waste our time, the more time Zaheer has to take Korra away! This has to end now!
I know the risks the Chief told me about repeating the same tactic but this is my only chance. I have to get close and chi-block her!
I need to do this! For Korra! For the Air Nation!
Forgetting all my fears and worries, I rush forward.
The combustion bender, who was currently focused on the Beifongs, is startled by sudden boost of aggression and starts aiming and firing. But I was just expecting that and, like our previous confrontation, barely manage to dodge and flip away from her explosions. The heat scorches my skin but I ignore it, and I continue my advance.
Come on, come on, come on.
Then, like last time, when I have gotten too close to her she firebends a red tsunami towards me and I sink to my knees so it would pass right over me. Despite the pain on my legs as I slide across the rock, I rise to my knees and-
-And knocked backwards as the combustion bender throws a fire kick right at me, the flames hitting right into my chest and knocking me back onto the ground!
NO! SHE KNEW WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO! LIN WAS RIGHT!
I try to rise upwards but the pain from the attack and the injuries from my torture by the Earth Queen becomes too much. Everytime I try to rise, a searing pain erupts at my back like a dagger.
“There was no way I was going to fool for that again.” She barks out with a sadistic smile, clearly taking pleasure from winning the rematch.
No…
I failed…
She leans back, charging up her attack…
I’m sorry, Korra…
She leans forward…
I’m so, so sorry…
And metal wraps around her entire head as soon as the explosion begins to form. A loud BOOM is heard from within the metal encase…
Her head…
Her head is gone…
Then, in a blink of an eye, what’s left of the combustion bender falls to the ground, smoking rising from the metal surrounding the area of what was left of the head. Completely devoid of life.
Dead.
Eyes widen and heart pounding, I stare at the corpse.
Spirits…
I then glance to my right and I see the two Beifong sisters, the matriarch devoid of her metallic armour.
It was her…
Suyin…saved my life.
I-
“P’LI!”
The scream of utter anguish from Zaheer snaps me out of my trance and I look to the source.
There, standing motionless at the top of the mountain, is the leader of the Red Lotus. From what I can see from the distance, sadness and regret paints across his features.
I then remember what he said to me back in the Spirit World…
“One of them...she...she was the love of my life.”
I then glance at the combustion bender. At P’li.
He���He loved her.
And now she’s dead.
Somehow, despite everything he has done, I feel…sorry for him.
Then the sound of firebending brings me back to reality.
I see Zaheer dodging from projectiles made of fire. Korra!
“Y/N, come on!” Suyin yells.
Dammit! FOCUS ON THE TASK! KORRA IS IN TROUBLE!
Rising to my feet, I run faster than I have ever run before and when I’m close enough Suyin grabs onto my arm and sends a metal cable up to the higher relief where the two fighters were along with her sister.
When we reach to the top, what we see shocks me.
Standing at the edge of the mountain is Zaheer, holding an unconscious Korra over her shoulders, staring down at us. But…
He has no way out.
There’s an airship, yes, but its far away from him.
We got him!
“It’s over, Zaheer!” Suyin shouts.
I was expecting at least an inch of fear to be written across his face. But instead…
He closes his eyes in calm serenity.
“Let go your earthly tender.”
What?
“Release the Avatar!” Lin commands him.
Something’s wrong…
“Enter the void.”
Something is definitely wrong…
“Stop, Zaheer!” I shout to deaf ears.
“Empty and become wind.”
He opens his emerald eyes and glares right at me.
And then takes a step back…
“NO!” I yell and we all begin rushing forward!
No, no, no, no, no, no, please, please, no.
When we reach the end, what I see shakes me to the core.
Instead of seeing nothing at all, we see Zaheer…floating.
How…How is he doing this?!
In vain attempts, Suyin and Lin shoot out their metal cables right at him…
…only to simply fly away from them.
Fly.
He is flying…
And then, he flies away….
With Korra in hand…
KORRA!
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
“KORRA!”
And, in just a minute, Zaheer becomes a tiny spec until he fades into the grey clouds.
We lost…
I failed.
First Ba Sing Se…
And now Korra.
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And that's it!
I hope you all enjoyed it! :D
Feedback is appreciated!
See you all in the next chapter!
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thegeminisage · 11 months
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the inside of the shrine is sooo different...all the sheikah tech has just been SCRUBBED from this game it's so weird
the water here heals me like a hot spring though 😭
and there's a hole to go deeper in!
YIGA BANNER IN HERE??? HELLO????
HOLY FUCK
there's a lone banana in the middle of a room and a cowering construct who won't talk to me bc it senses an enemy this IS a trap. PLEASE be master kohga
okay lame it was just one guy. that could have been epic my heart was fucking jackhammering
this construct told me to visit the great abandoned central mine and it's the second one that did so. i think maybe thats how i get autobuild? ugh i'd love to find it but the map down there is so big and scary......
i suppose i should be looking for this gate...i KNOW i used to know...
could it be where that big pond was??? that's where the biggest chasm is, maybe i'll head there first...
oh my god there's a PERSON here?
lmao i thought it was a cece fangirl but it's: you guessed it: a yiga
died to a nearby bokoblin and had to refight her lol
man this all looks SO different, it's nuts....
i think i'm at the agte but i don't see a way to help anyone trapped underwater...this is creepy, the whole plateau kind of swings between nostalgia and uneasiness
oh! there's rocks down at ground level! you can drain the pond to get in aaaaa
this must be bc there's no fast travel points i've found so far lol
i found a statue that looks like the poe statue and it wants me to go BACK to the temple of time? bro i just walked all this way lol
WILD to be at the bottom of this pond tho.
oh my god i almost WENT IN THE CHASM without doing this quest. the statue wants me to check out all the holes!
it wants me to drop one of its EYES into each hole. yikes
aww my old paraglider fabric is in the chest where i got the original paraglider
wasn't really sure what these eyes were supposed to look like but they glow so you cant miss em
i was gonna go in and check it out, but...maybe i'll drop all the eyes first :/
unreal that there's not a single fast travel point or shrine in this whole place. fucking crazy
weeeeird to be in the abbey without the guardians. i don't like it
found another yiga lol
oh no the old man's cabin!!!!! taken over by monsters :(
it's weird how much i hate king rhoam but feel fond of the old man even though theyre the same. fuckign guy. dissonance.............
no omg by YIGA!!!!!
holy shit. if i hadnt had two sages and some defensive food i wouldve been done for
awww they had a hostage! i saved him and he gave me a yiga mask lol
oooh a map of yiga hideouts...i took a picture for later >:) i won't get ambushed again
a yiga clan log...theyve developed new vehicles lol gloomdredger and HOVERDOOM mk 3. yes, with caps! lol i forgot they were doing the chasm thing now...
rude drawing of link on the door. REALLY good
oh wah another rainbow...right after it vanished farosh flew by. fuckin metal
three eyes down, one to go.......
the monument is still on top of the mountain 🥺 lol and of course there's a korok seed up here. glad i didnt make the climb for nothing at least
last eye down. apparently now i jump, and carry them to their owner :|
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i-mybrunettelady · 1 year
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from the writing prompts — ❛ do you want my jacket? ❜ for whoever you’d like :) @kerra-and-company
Okay, you sent this months ago and I'm so, so sorry for the late response to this. Idk why it took me so long, but here it is, a little ficlet before the year 2k22 ends :)
-- Divinity's Reach, Kryta
-- 1335 AE
It's very cold this early in the morning; Nyra feels the blood rush to her cheeks in an attempt to warm them, but it does little. Once she would've laughed off her rosy cheeks, but now she doesn't feel the need to justify herself. Not after Bjora, where she was perpetually red and wrapped in furs. Here, only a thick coat suffices.
Nyra takes her victories where she can.
The walk from her mansion to the temple in Rurikton is a somewhat long one, but she doesn't mind it. This early, shopkeepers are still setting up their stores, there are fewer passerby, even if there's more people due to the smack middle of Wintersday. She walks past a young couple holding hands and interestingly, a norn parent bringing their children to see the famed human holiday.
"I don't know how humans call this cold," one of the kids is saying. "It's nothing." Nyra smiles into her collar. It is nothing. But she finds it endearing a norn child would say it.
"We're not here for the cold," their mother says. "We're here for the holiday. To see what other races celebrate. What the Commander celebrates."
"She knows we have better parties in the Shiverpeaks, right?" the older child replies.
Yes, she does, sometimes, Nyra thinks, inconspicuously stopping to listen to their conversation.
"I'm sure she attends many moots," the mother explains, "but she's human and from what I gather, she believes in their gods. Besides, human kids love snowballing just as much as you guys do." Her lips widen proudly. "Let's show them what real snowballing is."
Nyra shakes her head fondly and sets off once more. This is what she's fighting for, this familial banter, this mother's chance to attend another race's holiday with her children. All she has to do is see a charr or two and her heart's about ready to burst.
It's Wintersday, after all. She has another place to be for her soul.
Rurikton's temple is old. Despite the minimal renovations it's endured (if she has any say in it, they'll always be minimal) it still gives off the impression of historicity; the architecture looks somewhat apart from the surrounding area, with its deep, red walls and colourful stone decoration and harkens back to old temples of Ascalon in the height of its glory. Nyra's always loved the place, understood its significance. Her family wouldn't let her forget and now, as an adult, she won't let herself forget.
Admittedly, the force with which the lessons on it were given was somewhat over the top, but they did their job. To this day, Alysannyra Ainsaph's Ascalonian.
Too many As in there, she thinks. I'm nowhere near good enough to make it good alliteration. She settles on her usual, secluded place and runs her fingers through her hair. Years ago, before Elona, she would've sat up high, befitting her high status in life. Now, to find peace in a public temple, she has to go for darkened corners. No faithful likes a godkiller.
It's a fact she's learned to live with. She refuses to let it overshadow her joy at being in this temple, just as she refuses to look at Balthazar's statue at the altar.
That's why she comes this early, as she's done every Wintersday she could for the past five years. The silent dislike might not get to her, but spoken dislike digs into a wound she knows she'll never fully heal. It hurts a little that she has to do this, but sometimes, her fucking ego needs to get taken down a peg.
And with that, she allows herself a moment of quiet. Someone chants softly. Candles burn, but thankfully away from her skin. Sometimes, shoes echo gently against the stone floors. Ascalonian whispers comfortingly in her ear, words she first saw as her own before anything else. This isn't a place for prayer, but a place for being one with her people.
Suddenly, a scrape of claws against stone. She straightens sharply. There are no alarms in her head, just-- charr in Rurikton, of all places? A temple in Rurikton? And indeed, a charr stands by the door and looks around. Big, orange, with a blonde mane and white fur on his chest. Filed down horns. He looks familiar.
Livion! she remembers, relaxing. Elandrin's boyfriend! What's Livion doing here, though? She stands up, wanting to greet him. She can even do it here, as long as he doesn't give her away.
"Commander, there you are!" Livion says in that powerful voice of his and goes to her. Nyra sighs. Everyone's eyes are on her and the priests are giving her a frightened stink eye. So much for my date with history.
"Here I am," she replies, catching up with him. "Let's talk outside, unless you wanted to sight-see?"
"Yes, ma'am," Livion whispers, towering over her. I should remember I'm off battlefield, fuck.
"Didn't mean to order you around," Nyra cringes, "I just thought we could give these people their peace in prayer."
"Yeah," he nods and she buttons her coat when they leave. Some of the people are still staring. Of course, the optics of the whole situation - her, a full-blooded Ascalonian, leaving an Ascalonian temple with a charr that had Flame Legion heritage - is so tremendously hilarious to her that she can't sustain being annoyed with having her peace interrupted and her cover blown.
As soon as she steps away from the inviting warmth of the temple, cold hits her like a charrzooka.
"Do you want my jacket, Comm--"
"Nyra. No ma'ams or Commanders."
"Nyra. Do you want my jacket?" he repeats, and she can tell he finds this as awkwardly funny as she does.
"I just need to get acclimated," she shakes her head. "This cold has nothing on Bjora and Drizzlewood." She rubs her temples, snorting. "Now let's rewind a bit. This whole conversation started on a weird ass note."
"Cogs, yes," he laughs, showing a full mouth of sharp teeth. Nyra lifts her head really high to see. Liv's fucking giant. "I have news for you, Nyra. Wanted to deliver them myself."
"I thought conversations started with hello, but if you wanna deliver good news, go right ahead. It's Wintersday, hooray, hooray." She laughs softly. "Sorry. Give me the news."
"We think we found the ruins of the old Ainsaph estate," he says.
Nyra's eyes widen. Her family's estate, thought long lost, something they'd wanted to find for ages, but couldn't. Even though her family seat's is in Ebonhawke, they had a summer home, made for their royal ancestor upon marriage into the family. Sadly, the Searing spared few things and the Ainsaph estate was not one of them. All ruins look the same once they've been broken down and torched to many an untrained eye, including Nyra's.
It's not like they had a chance to really look for it, with charr making home where humans once were. All they had were tales of its beauty and fine craftsmanship. To Nyra, it's always been less about the charr and more about the monuments of her people before their fall.
And now, Livion's telling her they think they have it?
"When--"
"We had suspicions for some time, but we wanted to make sure before telling you. I wanted to be sure. I'm not completely sure even now, but I am confident enough to tell you."
"Oh," Nyra says. "I want to see. It's only right it's me, I think." She grabs his paw and squeezes it. "Thank you. For trying. For actually doing it. It actually means a lot to me and my family."
"It's only right you get something meaningful in return," Livion says, like he's talking about the weather. Nyra blinks. Her hand's kinda small on his paw. This is how the world feels about me, when I save them. Someone bigger than them stepped in and did the job.
She isn't used to the favor being returned all the time. She lets go of his hand, much happier than she left the mansion this morning.
Happy Wintersday, Nyra.
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jungkookienoona · 2 years
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Total Eclipse Pt5
Recommended Song: The Beginning by ONE OK ROCK
|Chapters|Masterlist|
Summary:
After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.
Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU
Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Body Horror. Talk of what its like to die. SMUT.
Word Count: 1430
Note:Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.
I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.
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You woke with a start thanks to Jungkook's angry shout of:
"Fuck!"
You looked around and he wasn't in the bedroom. In fact he sounded like he was downstairs. You rifled through the draws and threw on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of boxers before making your way down. You padded around until you found him in the kitchen, knuckles white from how tightly he gripped the counter. He was shaking.
"Kook, you okay?"
He shook his head, "I have to go. Khonshu said Harrow is up to something. Something that could endanger every living soul."
Your brows furrowed and you moved to comfort him, hand resting on his shoulder, "Where do we have to go?"
"We? Y/N, I can't have you in that kind of danger again."
"Yes, we. Where you go, I go. We're a package deal whether you like it or not. So, where does Khonshu want us?"
He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair, "Egypt."
The air seemed to turn stale. You hadn't thought you'd be returning to the country so soon. Maybe in a couple of years after having time to wrestle with your grief and trauma. But if lives were on the line, you were willing to fuck up your recovery schedule.
"Okay then, any idea what he's doing there?"
"He's searching for a banished goddess. Ammit the Devourer. According to Khonshu, she's entombed somewhere not even the gods know but Harrow got his hands on an ancient compass type thing that leads the way to it. So he has a head start on us."
You took a moment to process what you heard before responding, "I still have some contacts with local dig teams in various cities. If Harrow is finding a lost tomb he's going to need trained locals with the correct equipment."
"So that gets us where?"
"It'll give us an opportunity to catch up. If I find the team's headquarters we can 'volunteer' as an extra pair of hands."
Jungkook sagged and gave you a weak smile, "I guess you’re the brains,” he kissed your forehead, “and I'm the brawn."
"Damn right, you book us a flight, I've got some phone calls to make.”
You made your way back upstairs to find your phone in your discarded clothes.
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Jungkook ducked his head into the bedroom where you had been making various phone calls. You had managed to locate the team Harrow was using and, using a fake name, they gladly accepted your offer to volunteer. 
“I’ve gotten us a flight to Cairo booked for about two hours from now. Care to follow me down to the basement?”
You looked at him quizzically, “What’s in the basement?”
“Stuff. Just come with me please.”
You butt shuffled to the edge of the bed, stood and followed him down to the basement. What you saw there took your breath away. A statue of Khonshu was against the back wall, around it were crates overflowing with various artefacts, ones you had last seen in a certain temple.
“Kinda. He said I would need this stuff so I had his blessing really. I’ll return it all when he retires me.”
“Jungkook, did you loot Khonshu’s temple?!”
“How did you even get them here?”
“Y/N, I was a merc. I have connections too and not necessarily savoury ones at that.”
You groaned and rubbed your face, as an archaeologist, this was your worst nightmare.
“Anyway this stuff isn’t what I bought you down here for.” He walked over to a box, not a crate, and searched through it, “ah, there it is.” He got up and turned to you, a kevlar vest in his hands. “If you’re insistent on coming with me, you’re gonna need armour. Sadly I don’t have a secondary ceremonial suit so this is the best I can provide you. Oh, and I’ll give you one of my guns too, not gonna have you defenceless.” 
You took the vest from him and stared at it. If he had worn this six months ago, would you even be in this situation? Most likely yes because Isaac would’ve just aimed somewhere else. Like maybe his thigh like Isaac did to you. Or maybe he would’ve dispatched Jungkook quicker with a headshot. You shook those thoughts out of your head, no point dwelling on the past.
“We better get ready to go, we’re going to have to pack light I guess. You better let me look through all this stuff when we get back.”
“Of course, baby, I don’t even know what half this shit is because unlike you and Big Bird, I can’t read hieroglyphics.”
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Turns out Jungkook had called in a favour to get you a non-commercial plane to Cairo. It was hot, no longer used to the heat you felt you were going to melt under the sun, especially with the kevlar vest between layers. It would be a lie to say you weren’t nervous, you did all you could to not look it though as a jeep pulled up to the airstrip to collect you. They were locals so you didn’t have to worry about them knowing you. If it had been Harrow’s men that would have been a different story.
The ride to the excavation site made your stomach twist and turn because you knew that when you arrived you would be recognised. That violence would break out and these civilians would get caught in the crossfire. You needed to think of a way to minimise casualties. You just hoped you got there in time. 
“Hey,” You whispered to Jungkook, getting his attention, “can you call the suit during the day?”
“Yeah, luckily it's not tied to a day-night cycle.”
You nodded, a little relieved, “we have to keep as many of these people safe as possible. Keep the fight away from them.”
Jungkook hummed in agreement.
Discreetly, you checked your gun, finger off the trigger. The safety was off and the barrel loaded already.  This time you’d make sure not to hesitate, a mistake you wouldn’t be making again.
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The jeep pulled up outside the excavation site, you saw the entrance to the tomb had been cleared. Shit, that meant they were already in. You jumped out, swiftly followed by Jungkook who called forth the suit immediately. In reaction, the locals quite rightly drove away, frightened. Well that was one way to keep them safe.
“If this was built to trap a goddess… we’re gonna have to tread carefully. Follow my lead, Kook.”
You held up your gun, at the ready as you entered. Slowly, carefully, you crept through the hall until you got to what appeared to be the centre of a maze. Looking around you wracked your brain for a meaning to it. You noted the possible exits and how the halls beyond them seemed to curve.
“I think I know what’s going on here, but just in case I’m wrong, can you ask Khonshu if he knows?”
“It’s the eye of Horus. I shall show you the way, little starling.”
Oh, you guess he didn’t need to talk through Jungkook. But it was confirmation you were correct. Jungkook took the lead, as he was the only one that could see the god. Apparently these gods existed in a separate dimension and only their avatars could see them. So yet again, gods were aliens.
You came to another room, hieroglyphics covering the walls and took a moment to decipher them.
“I uh, don’t want to freak you out, but I think we’re going to encounter some uh, underdead guardians-” Gunfire cut you off and you both turned in the direction it came from. “And that sounds like the way not to go.”
You watched Jungkook look off into the corner of the room and, after a second, nod. 
“Khonshu says there’s another exit up there,” he pointed to a ledge you hadn't spotted before wrapping an arm around your waist and jumping up onto it. 
You would never get used to his strength, you were disorientated for a moment but Jungkook took your arm leading the way. Both of you failed to notice the shadowy figures that scuttled the walls behind you until it was too late. Something gripped your other arm and snatched you away as the other tackled Jungkook to the ground. You went to scream out but something cold scratched across your throat. Your blood spilled forth, drenching your neck.
Just like Jungkook had described to you the night before, you faded away so quickly. The last thing you heard was his anguished cry.
“Y/N!”
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pixie-mask · 2 years
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Watching [Miraculous Ladybug; S5 E2: Multiplication]
It’s interesting kicking off the first and second episode right where Risk pt 2 left off.
What does Felix do exactly that warrants him a personal wikipage. Also that photo.
I do appreciate how they shut Su-Han down and stand up for themselves. Also, while silly, I appreciate how Su-Han admitted his mistakes.
Oh! Backup, that could and hopefully will be interesting
Felix’s dad’s name was Fathom...And I forgot that it was only a year since he died. Why did I think it was longer
Okay I guess that why Felix has a wiki page
I find it odd that Amelie called Cat and Ladybug by their upgrade names
I love their space outfits so much
Aw, no Kwami memories 😢
Oh and Adrien is having Felix and Marinette flashbacks
IDK, I just wanted a shot of his workstation
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Was that a smile Gabriel had
That statue moment is so awkward and Adrien really never goes back to it when he calls Marinette just a friend
The posing is a bit awkward, but I still like how they decided to do this shot
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Nathlie’s glare and Gabriel’s reaction, then Nathalie’s sweet look she gives to Adrien. 
So everyone gets to know that Alix will be gone and be a hero!? Like just to stop and  think about how big a responsibility Alix has, like it weighs a lot. It’s so funny how a miraculous as important and big a duty the bunny miraculous holds that it’s just a second miraculous to the main key two miraculous (good luck & bad luck) and just not on its own.
Mrs. Bustier is visibly pregnant! 
Mylene and Ivan are such a cute couple
Its been a while since we’ve seen Gorillas hasn’t it?
Adrien really went in for a kiss
Also The Hawk Moth punching dummies. 
I feel like I’m going to hate and love that later in the season
I really enjoy how it’s being demonstrated that people are going on with things since nothing has been happening
I think this is the first time we’ve seen Marinette close her eyes and think where and what she needs to uses.
There are a lot of noises happening this episode.
Tomoe’s talisman looks like it belongs to Marinette herself save for the white in the center
Tomoe is working with Gabriel for the Miraculous now! I wonder what she gains out of this. Also is this also going back to when the temple came back and Gabriel, Nathalie, Tomoe and Audrey where all shown looking at the tv? Is Audrey going to get involved?
Okay but like I actually like the phone in the ring thing
We’re getting a legit commercial. I know this was done before but this one really sells it
Also Gabriel looks good in all white. Like even his hair and eyebrows
I guess Gabriel asked Adrien to do one last commercial
I know I poke fun at Gabriel’s outfit in this episode, but man the reaction has been 
Okay even Adrien realized what was wrong with Gabriel’s statement there. But also do people have to have Adrien and Lila on their rings. Really?
You wonder why Felix was on the end card, but then he pops up.
Okay so Amelie doesn’t really know, she just thinks Felix is simply afraid of Ladybug and Cat, not that he has the peacock miraculous
And Duusu is back, but did Felix have to out creepy Gabriel there when he said that line.
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Hi! Congrats on 500 😍❤️ Can i ask for a romantic matchup w a genshin male please? Pronouns: she/her. Personality: cold outside, soft inside, dorky w the ones i trust (think a mix of xiao and hu tao haha). Shy, v introverted, overthinker, feisty, a rebel. Hobbies/likes: winter/fall, walks on sunny afternoons, anime, poetry, lyrics, cats. Dislikes: noisy crowds, hot weather, rainy days. For the number, 10 bc my fav character’s bday is that month hehe. Thank u so much!! ❤️❤️
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VENTI Anemo Archon
The gentle morning breeze twirled through your hair and carried the saccharine scent of fresh sunsettias and blooming sweet flowers. A dandelion seed danced in front of your eyes, tickling your nose before drifting off again. Overhead, a swarm of birds took flight, their falling feathers floating gracefully along the city´s walls even when the birds had long passed from view. People who weren´t from here would often mock Mondstadt for being abandoned by its Archon, yet, they were too blind to see that Barbatos´s blessing was right there under their noses.
As you crossed the bridge over Cider Lake, you greeted some adventurers as well as Knights of Favonius out on patrol. Squirrels squeaked and crimson foxes scattered into the bushes as you passed by them on your way to the Temple of the Falcon. Recently, a new kind of power seemed to radiate from it and you were curious to find out more about it.
Approaching the ancient structure, however, the first thing you noticed was the faint melody played by seemingly nobody. Bards were by no means uncommon in Mondstadt and they´d often leave the city to search for inspiration but this was…different.
You followed the tune in the direction in which it seemed to grow louder. The plains of Windrise were vast though and there was nobody in sight, it should be impossible for music to be heard this far. Yet, your curiosity got the better of you again and you let the song lead the way to a Statue of Barbatos near a grand tree.
And there, lounging on the massive roots, laid a green-clad bard strumming his lyre. He had his eyes closed and you weren´t sure he even noticed you approach but, for some reason, you couldn´t tear your attention away from him.
Your question was soon answered when the melody came to a halt and his playful voice tore you from your trance. “Did you like it?”
“Huh- What, I- Uh, yes, it was very good.” There was a knowing sort of twinkle in his bright green eyes as he studied you.
“Ehe~ I wouldn't mind playing some more for you, now that you´ve found your way here already.”  He patted the spot next to him. “Music is meant to be shared with others anyway.”
As you took a seat next to him, you wondered if you had seen him before. Something about him was just so familiar but you couldn´t quite place it. “Are you a bard from Mondstadt? I feel like I know you from somewhere.”
“Oh, is that so?” This time there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze but it was gone before you could verify it wasn´t just your imagination. “I do play in the city sometimes, so maybe that´s why. Although, I´d like to say you wouldn´t forget if you heard me play before. I´m joking, of course. My name is Venti, make sure you look out for me at the next festival, okay?”
You guys are the iconic “sunshine” and “sunshine protector” at least from an outside perspective
Reality is rather the other way around, Venti´s still a literal god, ready to throw hands for you
But most of the time he´s just your sweet, although sometimes silly, idiot (affectionate)
His friendly disposition and carefree attitude make it easy for you to come out of your shell, even in unfamiliar social situations, his bright smile and your hand in his making you almost forget there´s a reason to be nervous in the first place
Venti, in general, is an expert at getting you out of your own head when you´re overthinking
As the god of freedom, choices are kind of part of his job description, so he does everything in his might to help you whenever the weight of a decision troubles you
In return, help him get out of his head; underneath his sunshine exterior hides someone who has experienced more than most people ever will and not all of it was positive
Whenever his past comes to haunt him, remind him that it´s just that: the past; remind him that he´s here in the present with you
The best way to do that? Go to Windrise with him!
It´s no secret that this place is sacred to him and just being there helps him calm down but when you´re next to him, listening to him play his lyre or humming a quiet tune while running your hands through his soft locks, it makes all worries disappear from his mind
Speaking about his past: whenever you feel a little rebellious, Venti is the one to go to!
He literally helped instigate a rebellion and overthrow a government/tyrant, so he knows his stuff, which includes knowing when to act on being feisty and when to let it go
Even though he´s known for his lyrical prowess, Venti for sure can create and appreciate any form of art, be it music, art -or you guessed it- poetry
Naturally, he tries his hand at wooing you with flowery language and sophisticated phrasings but if you write your own poem dedicated to him, his heart does funny things
I think Venti and you work together so well because you can both be silly together, enjoying the beautiful things life has to offer
But you don´t take them for granted which in turn allows you to appreciate each moment and relish each other´s presence, surrounded by the soft rustling of the leaves in the breeze and harmonic melodies in the sunset air
Runner-up: Kazuha
Sitting under the shade of a large tree, birds singing overhead, listening to Kazuha´s beautiful voice reciting the most refined of verses, is there anything more perfect?  But not everything is as it seems with this samurai and behind his calm smile, you can find a rebel at heart (he did go sword to sword with the Raiden Shogun herself). He loves nothing more than tranquil days spent exploring Inazuma or lying in the grass, cloud watching, with you.
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The question you chose is “Would you prefer cloud watching or stargazing?”
How fitting for the vibe of this matchup~ While I literally dream of doing both, just sprawling out on a blanket, cuddling with the one I love (if that person will ever exist), I have to say I´d prefer stargazing; there´s just something magical about the stars that is absolutely fascinating to me. One summer night, I sat outside until like 3 am, just looking at the stars and the atmosphere was so… out of this world, like nobody else really existed, just me and the universe chilling together, it´s hard to describe
But yes, stargazing <3
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Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 13
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Also on A03
Status: Incomplete
Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all, Blood and Gore, Child abuse, Sexual abuse of children & adults, Child killings, religious trauma, Torture and abuse both physical and mental.
Read from beginning: Ch: 1 Death
Previous chap: Ch: 12 Wyrd
Next chap: None (coming the ???)
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~Ch: 13 Blight~
Winter came and went, the snow had stopped falling to reveal fresh growth in the forest. The fields full of newly sprouting crops covered the land with green. Blake was eased when he saw it developing so well. Knowing he wouldn't need to buy more cans. His only stress of late was that Val had gone missing around late February. Staying gone until late march before popping up again. He shrugged it off as her checking in at home. Having stayed mainly in Temple Gate at this point for a few months. She's practically moved in, why doesn't she move everyone else? They don't want to? Assuming that was the reason without being able to directly ask. He still didn't want John to be aware that Val was discovered.
Not long after her return, John came forward with a request from Val. “People are getting sick again. We need more medicine and some pain killers.”
“Painkillers? What do they have?”
“We think it's what they had before. Nasty cough, hard breathing, the cold never lets up in the mines.”
“Why the pain killers though?”
“... Val didn't say.” Shifting his shoulders.
“Didn't say or wont tell me?”
“Won't, but I know it's very important.”
“You know it won't help any sickness, right? If someone actually broke a leg they need a doctor.”
“I know, it's for something else. I promise it's very important.”
“Okay.” He sighed. “I'll give one bottle, that's it, unless she tells me what it's for.”
“Thank you, that's all we'll need.”
Blake passed on the bottles. Expecting after a week to hear about the Voltaire's recovery from their ills. John however was missing with Mathew speaking for him instead at the meeting. “Dads sick.” The look Blake shot him had him reaffirm. “He's actually really sick. He's been coughing his lungs out and his necks really swollen. Was too tired to get out of bed this morning.”
Doesn't look like a lie. And so, he dismissed it.
It started off small, easily dismissed by everyone. A day later, A few coughing were thought to have colds. At worst a case of the flu and needing bed rest. A few stayed home from work to rest with others staying to care for family members. A few, became a lot the next day. Many were staying home either sick or caring for others. Waving it off as the flu couldn't be done anymore. People were turning anxious, paranoid of its cause. Many turned their eyes to the freshly integrated healed. Blake felt the tension in groups drifting apart. The healed and the townies before gathered only with themselves to whisper about the other half. Blake called another meeting in almost an emergency fashion. Trying to avoid a panic if he mentioned an outbreak was happening. Afraid to find out what it could be.
John still hadn't returned and others were missing. Confirmed by Mathew. “Liam had trouble this morning and three of Marta's guard. They were all moved for better care.”
Being one of the first ill, Blake had to know. “Your father seen any improvement?”
“No, he's gotten worse. I had to bring him to the infirmary this morning. Others gaining a cough like him are getting just as bad. Something serious is going around.”
Blake wanted to be sure and followed up with a visit. Shocked to see how bad John was in bed. Wheezing worse than him after running for his life. Neck swollen twice past its normal size. His hacking horribly dry that it pained Blake's own throat. Many others left bedridden were in various lesser stages of John's. Aside from John the others were all younger, around Blake's age. Worried further by Mathew passing on another request from Val. “They need more medicine.”
“Have they gotten any better?”
“Doesn't sound like it from what my dad said.”
John wasn't the first. “... I'll give more, but if it doesn't improve then this is something more serious.”
Mathew hung his head low. “Will we have to force a quarantine?”
“Yes.” Blake's answer scared the boy. Quick to reassure him. “Hopefully not long. We have the doctor who can test for things. Our medicine may not work, but another we don't have, could. Keep an eye on anymore cases like this popping up. Keep a written record of any symptoms you notice. I'll take John into town and hopefully we'll find out things soon and get an order on medicine moving.”
Scrubbing down before leaving he ran to gather up a small team to help transport the poor man to town. Making masks out of tightly wrapped gauze Blake, John, Mathew and Jacob crammed into the truck. The doctor saw them right away with Blake standing nearby in the room. Watching the doctor check John over with a mask and gloves. Looking down the back of John's throat his face scrunched up. “Eesh, a lot of gray at the back.”
“Whats that mean?”
“Dead tissue build up, but I think I know what this is now. Your people caught Diphtheria. A bit surprising since this is usually covered by child vaccines. It's a serious infection that causes nasty breathing problems, swollen neck, dead tissue and eventual buildup of toxins in the body.”
“How do we treat it?”
“Almost easy, you got half of it right now, keep the ill on antibiotics. It won't cure, but long as they keep taking them the spreading stops. For the other half, an actual cure, we'll need to order antitoxin. Figure out how many cases you got, because if they're as bad as he is you'll need multiple doses.”
“How long will it take to deliver?”
“On express delivery? Could take three months.”
“Three months?!”
“Maybe six. Antitoxin isn't really demanded on the market like antibiotics. Ain't too easy sneaking a stash away. Seeing a specific medication like that disappear would throw up alarms to the government. Heh, It's easier to commit tax fraud.”
“Can you put in an order TO the government?!”
“And have those assholes come questioning me at my office? No thanks, I ain't lookin' for a vacation in a cell. They'll wanna see why there's a sudden outbreak here and that'll also lead back to your town.”
“Ugh, what if I spread it around? Government can see for themselves then if people visit other doctors.” Feeling awful for tossing up the idea.
“You wanna spread a plague?!”
“Well, what happens if they don't get the antitoxin?”
“Eeh, they might live after 10 days, but they'll suffer a lot of organ damage, brain damage and uh, death.” He sighed. “Guess the idea isn't so bad.” Mumbling to himself the next bit. “Maybe I'll get paid by some relief program for this.” Clapping his hands together. “OKAY! Diphtheria's one of the easiest to spread. Drag him through public and let him hack his lungs out. I suggest around morn parkway, red brick avenue, and sunrise drive. They're the fancy rich neighborhoods. Those people can afford a rush to the doctors and we'll have an order in, in a few days. Then maybe a day more, or less for arrival. Rich people can't afford to die, they got money to make!”
Uncomfortable, although somewhat appreciative, by the doctors gung-ho attitude to do this. “Uh, yeah, thanks for the suggestion.” Feeling worse as he paraded John around the town all while he hacked and wheezed. Receiving all sorts of glares from the rich people judging them. He kept it up all day before they returned to Temple Gate. Knowing what people had was serious, he made announcements on the fly down the streets. He didn't want people shoving themselves into the hall for a gathering. Meanwhile he had Mathew move ill to the quarantine. Put on immediate treatment of antibiotics along with the medical staff. Meeting up with him when he was sure the town was warned.
“Mathew I need you to go see Val. Tell her what's going on and that it's very important to move the Voltaire to quarantine. They won't last in the mines without regular care. When we get the antitoxin they'll have to stay for regular treatment afterwards until they're cured. This isn't a small case of pneumonia like last time.”
“Move them to quarantine? I don't know if she'll do that. She hates this place!”
“None of us have much of a choice.”
“I'll try, sir.”
Temple Gate was slammed back by the illness spreading over the day. Tensions were rising in the few snippets of conversations he overheard. “We knew this would happen.” “Those scalled are infecting us.” “Our souls are becoming diseased like theirs.” “We need to reject them.” “Who cares what he said.” “They caused this.” “Cast them out.”
Fuck. What do I say? What he had said already was being tossed to the side.
Undermined by someone else catching attention on the streets. “Our prophet cast them out to protect us. None of you listened and look. You're paying the price of disobedience. Pray, pray to him for forgiveness and ask that a sign be given. Have faith that he will answer us to smite those scall-”
“Farlow!” Blake shouted, silencing his street side gathering.
“What do you want?”
“This is just an illness. It wasn't caused by any shit excuse Knoth made to hide his disgusting sexual abuse.”
He scoffed. “What else could it be? You took them back in and we were soon ravaged by disease. Those filthy lepers were cast out for a reason! If we are to save the rest still healthy you must turn to God. Follow his teach-”
“Knoth's words didn't come from God!”
“What do I expect from a fallen angel? Devil, you drag us down lower each day.”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I'm not that. You done?”
“The lord's work is never done. If you don't attend to it, then I will.” He looked to a few on his right. “Are you ready?” A wide set smile on his face that tensed up the others. “Things will only be right when he is gone. You know this.” Hand pointing from them to Blake.
Each man at his side looked to Blake. One reached for something in a side pocket. Blake tensed in knowing it wasn't a pleasant surprise. A choking hold the air held was cut down by a towering shadow's appearance. Farlows men went pale under her glaring eyes. His own smile dropped into a submissive look away. Watching her from out of the corner of his eye.
“Are you smart, or are you dead men?” It was all the warning she had to give.
They separated themselves from Farlow, who stayed to challenge Marta with a silent glare.
“Well?”
“... May God forgive you.” Trotting off out of view.
“Hmph, fool.”
“Thanks.” Blake sighed out the next. “Have any good news?”
She shook her head. “More of the healed are being harassed. Me and the guard have been separating arguers all day.”
He rubbed his head, unsure of what to say.
“Hate to say, but more of my guard is falling to the sickness. By tonight they'll have to enter quarantine, If not sooner.”
“Alright. Stay on patrol as much as you can.” Their meeting kept short to return to their duties.
Blake handed out what meds they could until they were out. Left waiting for when the antitoxin would come in. Mathew came back with more bad news by Val refusing to move her clan into quarantine. Blake let out a chain of curses. Dammit Val, why not?! “Tell her-”
Interrupted by Mathew stating how dead serious Val was on the matter. “They won't be moved anywhere near Temple Gate. No negotiating.”
“Fuck, fine, okay.” Having no choice but to let Val handle her cases. Driving back and forth to the town for the next couple of days. Picking up more supplies of antibiotics with the hopes that the antitoxin would be there as well. The disease spreading rapidly had slammed to a complete stop from the antibiotics. Soon as someone coughed they were sent to quarantine. The healthy remaining were doing their best to run Temple Gate on a skeleton crew.
Blake was repeatedly hit with a barrage of questions. “Can you do something?” “Does God not help his angels?” “Why isn't the medicine helping like before?” “Did the scalled cause this?” “Should we cast them out?” “Are we diseased of the soul?” “How long do the ill have?” “Should we prepare a fire burial?” “When will you reap them?” His answers fell on deaf ears as their faith in him waned. The rest he had no solid answers for. “Shouldn't the angel of death know?”
His nightmares were asking the same questions. Lynn sitting on a throne of rocks with her organs stretched from her carved body to tangle with the tree branches. Time flashing between day and night. Her body looked more intact one moment then half rotten the next with flies swarming out her openings. “Have you told them they're dying? Why haven't you started on the coffins?” She smiled unnaturally wide. A mouth of teeth stained by blood letting insects swarm in between. “You prefer to watch don't you? You looked at her body and wanted to see more.” Her voice deepened to another's he didn't want to hear. “I can help. It's natural. Just let me-”
He jolted up from bed to cover his mouth. Ready to vomit if he hadn't swallowed it down. “Ugh, shit.��� He breathed out. His skin prickled at the last words repeating in his mind. Remembering them, yet he wasn't sure where from. They came from him, but not during his time at St. Sybil. Further into his thoughts he tensed to not go any deeper. Facing a wall of not only warning, but a physical threat to turn back. Heeding it he focused on what the day may bring. Fresh morning turned sour as soon as he stepped out the hall. Marta was separating a bunch of complainers. looking as interested as anybody would listening to children argue over something stupid.
Holding back he wanted to hear everything first before interfering. Expecting Marta to solve the issue without him anyway. It was the same old complaints he'd gotten the past few days. Looping over and over it was getting nowhere with Marta. Stepping forward to get in the mix he started up his list of explanations. Reasoning falling on deaf ears all the other times he expected the same here. “I'm trying. I've talked to the doctor and we-” A screech of pain caught everyone's attention. Blake ran in the direction and Marta ran ahead before he got far. Finding the source of the sound within a group of men. One held his bloody face, gouged across, with two palms. Another held their own broken nose that bled as much. Three more around them unable to offer much in the way of help.
Marta reached them first. “What happened?”
One of the uninjured answered. “Fuckin' one of the scalled.” Glancing away. “We was mindin' our business when one of 'em crossed us. Started rantin' some gibberish an' we told 'em to go away. Wouldn't let up.”
Blake was listening at first then tuned out the longer their side was explained.
Glances switched between him, Marta and the ground. “We walked away from 'em and they followed us.” Crossing his arms his fingers tapped over one. “We just had enough. Shoved 'em away and they freaked out on us. Almost took Greg's eye an' knocked Dole's nose sideways. Guess they realized the fuck up an' ran off.” Shifting himself in a sway that made Blake sea sick.
Marta had looked away from him toward the ground. A separating set of tracks had her scrunch her face up. Mumbling verses under her breath she faced them. “You see their face?”
“No, they were covered like every other scalled.”
“Mm.” A knowing glance given to Blake. “In all black I assume?”
“Ye-”
Blake interrupted. “This is a bunch of horseshit. You all started this.”
“What, you kiddin' me?! It was those diseased rats that-”
“You can work overtime on the farms and wait until your last to get dinner. That goes for all of you.”
“Fuck off you-” They crowded him and only got back when Marta jabbed them in the chest.
“You want a broken nose like him?” Jabbing him a few times. “Get to the farms and you better be there when I get there.” Sending them off ahead of her to speak alone with Blake.
“You think she started it?” Knowing exactly who it was they had the bad luck of crossing.
“Nay, it was them. This has been happening and it's gettin' worse by the day. Attacking healed just for passin' their homes. Haven't had one of them fight back. Too afraid to is my guess on the assumption poor behavior will get them cast out again.”
“I don't know what I can do to fix this. We need the medicine, but the medicine might not be here in the next few days.”
“Should we separate them?” Clarifying. “Around the hospital?”
“I don't want to do that. What if it becomes the old place part two?”
“Can be temporary 'till the medicine gets here. Otherwise you might need to start using that jail instead of the farms.”
“We might not have a big enough jail.”
“Uh, angel.” A woman's voice grabbed Blake and Marta's attention. A few healed had come forward off a bigger group lagging back. She was covered in light gray fabrics that didn't entirely cover her. Most her arms showing were covered in white gauze. Exposed fingers scared all over matching the skin he could see of her face. Still tinted a red from the thinner layers of skin starting to grow back after so long. Voice on the raspy side after suffering her illness. “We heard you talking, sorry.” Voice kept quiet to avoid offense.
Blake mimicked her volume to not scare them off. “Yes?”
“We wouldn't mind a closed space of our own. If we stay in charge of it … And we could be armed.”
“How armed? I can't give you crossbows.”
“Nothin' like that. We were hopin' mostly for blades. Easy to carry and easy to hide on us. It'll give us a bite to defend ourselves when we need to.”
“I don't want to arm you and make the fights worse.”
“Don't have much else, with how we are after the disease. Some can't run, others can't fight either, but a blade could at least buy them time for help to reach 'em.”
Marta threw in her two cents. “It's gettin' worse, least give them some chance.”
He hummed. “Alright, pick up what you thinks best. I'll find more to give you. … You want to make a space? Is that best? The assumptions about you may never get better.”
“Those that care are already treatin' us fine. As for the rest, we don't care much for what they say. They're the ones who chanted for us to be sent to the rotten quarantine in the first place. If we're armed, they're words won't matter if they try sending us again. As for our new space. This time it'll be us making it to keep others out. A home we can run to, lock up tight, and defend long as we need.”
“Sounds more like a fort than a space.”
“That's the idea.”
“Where are you planning on making it?”
“Where most of us are livin' round the hospital.”
“I don't think I can support blocking off the hospital.”
“We ain't stopping people from coming and going unless we really have to. If it gets that dire there will be bigger issues to see to first.” Mentioning a sort of compromise. “For guarding the stock of medicine we wont stock up on food. If we lock down we'll have to leave eventually then.”
“... Alright. I need to plan this out land wise. Come back later around dinner. I might have something planned we can look over or we can at least discuss it better then.”
“Thank you, angel.”
“You don't gotta ...” About to mention the angel thing, but let it go. “What's your name?”
“Asher.”
“You want to lead on this?”
“The fort build?”
“All of it. The fort, the healed.”
“Like a lord?”
“Sure, wouldn't hurt to have another. Mathews in charge of the hospital, but not the healed really. Someone from the healed should get a voice to speak up at the meetings for them.”
“Would love to, angel. Never lead anythin' before though.”
“That's fine, you'll match everyone else.” Speaking then to Marta. “After you check on the farms can you check what builders we have that aren't sick.”
“Last I checked we had a small group. Liam always drew up the plans though for these big builds.”
“Ah, a wall cant be too hard to build.”
She gave him a sort of side eye then looked away.
“I'll figure it out,” He huffed. “I'll make something out of rocks and Popsicle sticks first.”
“Mmhm. We still visiting the doctor today?”
“Yes, visit the farms, see builders, then we'll go. Should be afternoon by then.”
Blake spent his few hours running around to count the sick. Ordering the worsening cases to go into quarantine. Breaking up fights throughout the day had made him sore. Checking the farms he stood by Marta watching a group of punished trouble makers. James was able to keep up with all the extra hands on top of the regular turned skeleton crew. Making sure James could handle them without Marta watching, they left for the doctors.
Come on, come on, come on! Fearing the doctor would say no as he entered the office.
The secretary seeing him flashed a big grin. “Ay, your meds finally here. Doctors got a bunch of it set up for ya. He wants you to see him first though.”
“Oh, thank God.” Blake took a deep breath. Rushing back to see the doctor.
“Ah, my favorite patient. I assume you got the good news. I wanted to show you how to administer it before you get it.” Gesturing them to head inside one of the exam rooms.
“Administer it?”
“Yes, these don't come in pill form.” Showing two glass bottles in hand. “This one is the antitoxin and this one is a booster the government gave out.” Pointing to one then the other. Setting the anti toxin down to grab a syringe. Pointing to a certain measurement. “This is how much you need to give for a dosage of the antitoxin. This is very important, depending on the case, One shot per week until they start getting better. That should happen after about three weeks for the worst cases.” Taking a dosage from the booster. Showing where the level stopped in the syringe. “This is for the booster. I suggest getting your doses now.” gesturing to Blake and Marta. “Left you a case with the antitoxin.”
“Thanks.” Blake got ready to take his shot. And Marta getting hers before hauling the crates carefully back home. Blake showed medical staff the dosages along with proper instruction to not share needles between patients. Going elsewhere to give vaccines to those healthy still. Exhausted by the end of the day he met with Mathew again to go have another talk with Val. “Since these aren't pills, I can't chance them making it safely to the mines. If they break we can't get more like the antibiotics. They have to come to quarantine for treatment.
“She doesn't want that. What if we meet at the ration drop off?”
“They got sick first, didn't they? How bad are their cases?”
“As bad as dads.”
“Then they'll need multiple doses over the next four weeks, can they make the multiple journeys back and forth?”
Mathew looked to the floor. “I don't think they can even make one trip.”
“Go tell her to bring them, she has to. I'm willing to help bring them down if that's a problem.”
He sucked in a tense breath, rubbing his head. “Yes, sir.”
The message he got back the next day wasn't anymore cooperative. “She refuses and it's getting hard to talk with her. She wants the medicine delivered and nothing else.”
Goddammit Val! “Tell her, or don't that, that's not happening.” Dropping it there to handle treatment of those listening. Concocting some idea all day about how to handle them. He didn't want to leave them for dead and he'd have to work fast to make sure that didn't happen. A day passed without Blake knowing what to do. Another unhelpful message passed on by Mathew. Who didn't want to repeat what Val said. Giving up on that path he figured the only thing to do was to overstep Val's authority entirely.
He called an emergency meeting of a few select lords. John and Liam were sick and Mathew was purposefully left out due to the topic at hand. “We're going to capture the Voltaire for treatment.”
“With what?” James scoffed. “A quarter of the guard are too ill for that. If they don't want treatment, leave 'em up there.”
“We're going and I'm not arguing on this. Tomorrow we're leaving early morning to the mines, including you James. I don't think they'll be in any condition to fight.”
“What about Val?”
“I'll handle her. Meet here, early morning to suit up and go.” Dismissing everyone. Putting the rest of the plan into motion he talked to Marta on the side. “Seen Val in Temple Gate or has she gone?”
“She's been coming here, then leaving shortly after. Mathews not good at keeping the meetings subtle like John. Meeting her around the farm fields every morning.”
“That could work in our favor. ... Change of plans, without telling him who, have James snag Val for early morning work after her meeting. She'll be distracted long enough for us to reach the mines before her.”
“She's gonna be pissed when she finds out.”
“I know, maybe by some miracle she'll just agree to go along before then.” Separating from Marta to go normally about their day. Worrying until early next morning when he met up with the guard, short three people. Slipping into one of the hefty armored uniforms he picked up a catcher's loop. Sneaking everyone out of Temple Gate before the sun rose. Rowing a boat across the misted lake he watched Temple Gate fade behind them. Stepping onto the shore across the way to continue on foot. Wheezing already at the start of the mountain slope. Wanting to rush the three hour travel there. A moment taken when they met the mouth of the cave. A darkened opening covered by drooping roots out growing their surrounding dirt. Suddenly feeling ill at his last memory of this place. Escaping with Lynn before her grizzly death. Knowing very well that her dying spot wasn't too far from here. Was her body still strung in the trees? Or long rotten by now to become food for crows? Swallowing, he avoided dwelling on the thought traveling too depressingly deep.
Marta certainly noticed his pale complexion. “You alright?”
“Yeah, come on.” He breathed out. Approaching the cave to peek inside its darkening length. He shined a flashlight into it. Seeing nothing much else but mine walls.
“Want me first?” She offered.
“Yeah, but be careful.” Watching her step in before he did. Turning back to the others for a quick instruction. “Stay close and put a hand on the shoulder of the one in front of you. If you're grabbed from the back, we'll know right away.” Doing as they were told down the deep dark cave. Blake could see his own breath with how cold it was getting. The lack of fire making this place feel like a freezer. Fucking hell. It'd be goddamn warmer to sleep outside. Shivering without extra layers for the cold. Winding down the tunnels with multiple piles of rubble still covered in old blood. Stench of rot clinging to them hinted at the buried tunnels being tombs. Watching Marta navigate through the shrinking tunnels was beginning to worry him. Any smaller and she wouldn't be able to continue crouching low enough.
Marta stopped at a widening area. “Mm.”
“What?”
Looking at him over her shoulder. “No ones here.” Stepping forward to let everyone into the cave clearing. A large, half collapsed, room that was covered by spreading cobwebs.
“Stay close, but look around.” Walking further in their was nothing much else. “Fuck, maybe Mathew made her too paranoid and she moved?”
“Doubt it. They've been gone a long while it looks.” Pointing to the various remains of a camp. Shifting her stick through a pile of ashes where a fire used to be made. Old footprints blown away from the breeze coming down the main shaft. Old bloody bandages disintegrating from age. Bones of small animals left in a web covered pile. Spiders infesting all the crevices they could across the rocks.
“Any idea where they could have moved to?”
“Another cave I'd bet. Problem is the mines went all throughout these mountains with various openings. After that storm though, I don't know how many lasted.” Pointing her staff to a massive pile of rubble at the back.”
“Fuck it, we don't have time for this.”
“You're giving up?”
“No, we're heading back and we're going to follow Val.”
“You want to grab the Voltaire then?”
“Yes.”
“While Val's there?”
Blake froze, being in such a rush he didn't stop to think that he'd have to face Val after following her. “Uh … Maybe not today. We'll follow her then return the next.”
“Maybe we should bring Mathew?” Feeding him an idea. “A diplomat to help keep everyone calm. They'll still try to fight the whole way otherwise.”
“Yeah, yes, let's do that.” Starting their three hour travel back to Temple Gate. The group tired from their stressful mission ending in failure.
“Want a small team to go instead of all of us?” Marta hid a suggestion in a question.
“Yeah.” he nodded.
Marta pointed her staff toward two guards. “You two follow us. Rest of you, go get some sleep to head out early tomorrow.” Walking up until they could see the fields from a distance.
“See her?”
“Mm.” scanning across the horizon. “Yes.”
“Okay, have James let her go. you get them following. I'm going to talk with Mathew one last time to try convincing Val.”
“Good luck.”
He raced over back to quarantine, where he pulled Mathew aside. Urgently whispering his plea. “You have to convince her. This is the last chance I'm going to offer her.”
“I can't convince her! She refuses anything you or I try to offer. She's started shutting me down before I can get a word out if she doesn't like what she hears.”
“Just give it one more try.”
“I-” he heard his father start hacking from the other room. Rushing away from Blake to his side. “You okay?”
“A bit.” coughing some more. “Ugh, feel like a slug.”
“After a few more weeks you'll be doing better.”
“Shit, how's everyone else doing?”
“Better with the medicine.”
Blake crushed the small uplift. “Except for the Voltaire. Val refuses to cooperate on getting them treatment. We can’t hike the bottles up there and risk breaking them. She refuses to bring them here and making multiple trips for us or them to be treated is not possible. I'm out of options if Mathew can't convince her this time to cooperate, then they're going to die up there.”
“What?! Wait, Let me go this time. I've dealt with her stubbornness a lot more than my boy.”
Mathew argued against that. “You're too sick to go.”
“It's just talking to Val.” going into a coughing fit he slowed. “Even if she is a pain.”
“Okay.” Blake agreed. “You have to convince her, John. This is her last chance, and make sure she knows that too. Maybe she'll agree then.”
“Yes sir.”
Fearing the day of the raid he held back. Given the news by the scouting guards where the new Voltaire cave was. Finding that it was actually further south from the new quarantine zone. Still being a six hour journey there and back. When the day after tomorrow came, Marta kept watch for Val and John to meet by the fields. Running to gather the guard and James for a repeat of distracting Val until they returned. Snagged for farming duty before she could slip away after meeting John. Blake went off to get the final message from him. It wasn't good based on his expression.
“So that's it then?” Blake confirmed.
“... Can I try again?” His voice softened to defeat.
“That was it, no more talking, we can't wait any longer. But I won't let them die either. I'm going over Val and you have a choice to make. I know Val's been in Temple Gate. I know where the Voltaire moved to. I will be heading out with the guard to capture them for treatment. Either you wait in jail until me and my group returns or you come with us to act as diplomat.”
“NO!” John panicked. “YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I CAN'T DO THAT!” Suffering an absolute breakdown as a coughing fit took over. “If she finds out, she'll kill us!” He wheezed between fits. “ALL of us! She'll burn this place to the ground! YOU CAN'T!”
Blake was almost startled back. Swallowing down what nerves crept up from his gut. This has to be done. “Those are your choices. If you stay, I'll have to take Mathew. It's going to happen even if the both of you refuse. With one of you however, we hope to keep everyone calm and safe.”
John repeated on the verge of tears. “You can't, you can't, you can't!”
“If I don't they'll all die! Is that better?! Val's forced my hand!”
“Let me talk to her! Let me-”
“NO! I'm not giving you the chance to warn her we're coming. Are you coming with us? Or do I have to jail you to stay quiet and ask Mathew instead?”
Holding back another fit. “No! I'll go, I'll go! Please-” Sniffling away the tears to pull himself together. Wheezing another plea. “Please, this is going to go horribly wrong! Please don't!” Fresh tears collected.
“I'll make sure no one gets hurt.” Assisting John in walking out to the lake where they met the guard.
“You don't understand! You don't understand! You don't-” He mumbled repeatedly as they crossed the lake. Mumbling various other panicked warnings not to continue. Landing on the other side they followed up an overgrown trail toward the new Voltaire home. John mentally breaking down the closer they got. Seeing the new cave entrance, Blake went to John's side for a calming talk. Rubbing one of John's shoulders to help pull him together.
“Vals not here, okay? I made sure she's distracted. I don't want anybody hurt. We're doing this to make sure they get treated and cared for. After you, Marta's going in to make sure everybody's calm. To keep everyone safe on the way back they'll have to be tied. When we finally do get back we're setting them in the jail instead of quarantine. Only because I don't know how they'll react or if Val will try to make them break quarantine. Take some deep breaths and go talk to them. You have a minute to let them know what's going to happen. Any longer and I'll assume they're trying to take a back exit.”
He sniffed and wheezed until he could speak again. “O-okay, just give me a minute.” Rubbing his face before walking up into the cave.
Blake tapped his foot the longer John took. Wind blowing through the trees above, his eyes darted to a few falling pine needles. Mistaken as movement from a person hiding in the tree line. He glanced back to see the town off in the distance across the misty lake. Switching to check on his team standing by. Their attention caught between the cave and on falling needles. Marta was locked onto the mouth of the cave. He ignored the shifting sounds around him to focus on Marta's reaction. If someone approached from anywhere, she would know. It felt like time had stopped on the outside. Facing the entrance he was fidgeting on whether to go in or not. Stiffening when Marta perked at an approach inside the cave.
“Okay.” John stepped from the inside. “Uh- most will follow, but Ayzel. You've met him before. Don't turn your back on him and I would keep him extra tied.” He warned before stepping out of the way.
“Thank you.” Helping John sit down on a log.
Waiting for Marta to duck into the cave before he followed right behind. Guards walking closely front to back with hands on shoulders. Passing by the start of tunnels that could have an ambush waiting. Passing by they saw all were collapsed like the last mining tunnel. Lacking its distinct smell of death this time. Air turned cold enough to see their breath again. Made worse by the wind blowing in he double checked if their was frost on his arms. Marta slowed toward the middle of the main tunnel. Squeezing by a cluster of annoying roots on the wall. Slowing onward before the tunnel grew wider ahead. Holding out a palm to make Blake stay back. At the end she was jumped by the one warned of. Slashing at her with a broken blade. She slammed the air out of him with a punch to the ribs. Knocking him down with a slam of her cane to his face. Grabbing his neck to pin him down fully.
“Fuck off bitchh!” He spat at her. Slurring words while over pronouncing others past his crooked jaw. “I'll rip out every organ you hhave! Keep your hhead ash a trophy!” Raging against her grip. She held him without much struggle until the rest of the guard swarmed in to tie him. Binding him so much he'd need to be carried the whole way back. “Fucking Temple Gate bastards! Wretched whhore maggots!” Continuing his verbal assault from the ground.
Blake ignored the shouting to study the home of the Voltaire. It was Homey-er then he expected an old mining cave to be. Upside down carts turned into tables with logs for benches. A small carved out area for a fire pit covered by a red metal barrel holding the huge pot he gave. Its surroundings a makeshift kitchen holding the other cooking pots and boxes of rations next to a flat rock covered in old blood for butchering. Beds holding all the sick members were made of twigs, bones and various furs for cover other than the blankets given. Noticing Val's artistry using twigs to assemble small bits of artwork. A goat, made of them, sitting on one of the tables. Birds and a few small dolls made in a similar fashion stuck on the walls. Nothing like the last huge satanic idols she made in the other caves.
The Voltaire themselves appeared as sick as Blake expected them to be. Most laying down or sitting up in bed looking exhausted from hacking all the time. Coughing regularly kept silence from filling the room. Pained by their wheezing of each breath he planned how to hike them down the mountain side. “Take him outside.” Blake ordered for Ayzel, who shouted all sorts of insults. “Okay, to clarify what John had to rush through.” He started toward the remaining. “We're taking you to Temple Gate for treatment of your illness. Regular pills alone can't cure it and you'll need multiple doses depending on how sick you are. When you're cured you can come right back here. Before then, you'll be forced to stay in quarantine there between one to three weeks, depending.” gesturing for the guard to start gathering people.
Without a fuss they were gathered for their hands to be tied and seated outside before the walk back would begin. Blake walked out with a squeeze by the annoying root cluster. Joining Marta's side who watched over it all. Standing by her side he held himself from fidgeting under all the stares. Judging by how they locked only on him, they knew who he was. Shifting his gaze to keep from staring he watched how his guard worked. Weather any were showing old grudges in their treatment toward the once enemies. None of them were rougher then they needed to be. Standing by in waiting for the next step as things wrapped up. Turning to John fidgeting on a log he tensed up each time someone went in to fetch another. Tensing at each walk out then relaxing. When the guards stopped bringing people out, he still glanced at the cave. Rubbing his face he looked away briefly to let out a long breath fogging the cold air. Blake looked away to the cave. A move that had him see John tense up again. Disturbed their house enough I guess. Raking a hand through his hair he stepped forward to give the final order to leave. Quieted by Marta's staff smacking into his chest.
He looked at her and she whispered. “Two are missing.”
Whispering back. “How do you know?”
“Twenty-seven rations, but only twenty-five.” Cane waved in gesture to the seated.
“Extras? Or ...” Thinking the worst.
“Look at him.” Tipping her head to John. Looks shot toward the cave whenever someone so much as walked close to it. “He's hidin' something.” Heading back for the cave followed by Blake.
He gave one glance back to John and saw how wide eyed tense he got. Reaching the room they followed its edges in search of anything they missed. Without anything there Marta took to checking under furniture. Chucking a mine cart to the side created a loud clank.
“Ay!” stopping her thrashing of the place. “Don't mess up their home! They'll want to return here later.”
She grumbled something then loosely set the mine cart back where it was. Passing to check the next more gingerly, then under the beds.
He mumbled after they scoured the place. “Well, I'm not seeing anything. Let's go.”
Her hum sounded agreeing, but still held suspicion. Hesitant to leave after being asked to. Midway out she looked to the collection of roots. Pausing to study them up and down then looking around down the rest of the tunnel. When Blake looked around with her, he caught on to what she was thinking. Except for this one patch, the tunnel was smoothly rootless. She stepped to the side to knock her cane between the roots. A thunking hollowed sound rumbled out from the knock.
“A door?” He mumbled. Grabbing a bunch of roots to yank free with her. Scraping off a layer of wet clay next to show a slab of wood underneath. “What's behind here?” Feeling around it for a handle of sorts to pull. When he couldn't find anything. “Can you knock it down?” Standing aside as she readied her cane. One bash shoved it free from its frame. Immediately they heard a sound that stilled both their hearts. A baby's cry that was quickly stifled. They looked to one another for reassurance that what they heard was real. ________________________________
aaaaaand thats the end of season 1. still working on season 2 so prob no updates for a while. :v/
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Supergiant's "Hades" gameplay raw thoughts: Cast n Call
WARNING: This review contains mild spoilers for anyone who wants to go in totally blind to this game. This is a review about the gameplay mechanics from someone who is not a gamer and who used the mouse and keyboard. No mention of the story but something might have slipped in my sleep deprived brain.
Okay so I finally got my hands on the Hades game to finally experience the game as a noob gamer (fully knowing that it is a take on Greek Mythology and that it isn't a perfect representation on Greek culture because it is mainly American). For the past 3 or 4 days if you count the morning of today I have been playing it almost non-stop and my fingers are a bit cramped now (that's why I stopped for now) and have finished the main story. I've always been more curious about the gaming aspects since I love watching let's plays of this game, even though I was drawn in by the story part. While my main focus was on the story, there are a few things about myself as a keyboard and mouse player who is not a frequent roguelite gamer (or any game beyond the Gwent card game and otome games that is) and who had God Mode on (cause I wanted to experience the story and the graphic novel parts more than the roguelite part):
1.) I am a cast bitch. Unlike many gamers whose let's plays I've watched who doesn't frequently use cast (or that's the tendency at least), I find myself frequently using cast. I found myself using it a lot more if its not combined with the weapon (looking at you Aspect of Hera). My favorite casts are True Shot, Phalanx Shot, and Flood Shot;
2.) I tend to just press and mash buttons rapidly when there are a lot of foes - which is why my least favorite weapon is Coronacht. Unlike Exagryph wherein there is an automatic reload (as I busily exploit the space bar for dash) based on my experience, the bow requires some more precision and more "thoughtful" aim which can be very difficult when like me you tend to just smash buttons when there is a crowd and essentially exploit attack, cast, and dash;
3.) If I were to say which level I frequently dread - its the Temple of Styx level. Not because of the snake lasers and the walking urn bombs (If I could just have those I would be extremely happy) - its the vermin and the satyrs who emit poison that I BLEEPing despise. Why can't there be a Charon item that makes you immune to poison for some time during this level? Maybe its because of my button smashing tendencies but looking back to when the journey was in story mode (I don't want to put spoilers here but yeah that's the closest non-spoiler thing I could label "The first Phase" of the game), I think I survived because of my Dash effects that I was just abusing;
4.) DASH IS THE HIDDEN WEAPON - I cannot count how many times my Dash effect has saved the run. I prefer Dashes that inflict a status curse but Divine Dash and Thunder Dash are still excellent . My favorite dashes are Divine Dash (because of Deflect), Mistral Dash, Passion Dash, Drunken Dash, and Thunder Dash (because of the type of damage given though it is not a status curse):
5.) Whenever a certain love interest (or my personal love interest from this game) comes along to help out, it can either be an easy take or extremely annoying that he steals your kills; which is why I always hope to encounter him in the Tartarus level so its easy to win. In my experience, having him appear in the Elysian fields after your first encounter with him - he essentially dominates the whole contest;
6.) I don't know if many gamers have experienced this but funnily enough, plenty of my resource runs (or runs where the goal was just to collect resources for upgrades and to stock up on Nectar to seduce a certain Death Incarnate) ends up being the successful runs against the final boss. But whenever I consciously try to build up a run, I end up dying in the Temple of Styx (those BLEEPing vermin and Satyrs). I barely believed that I got my first win with the basic sword (no offense to the sword fans); and lastly
7.) Because my fingers are not that dexterous and because I tend to button smash my way to victory - I tend to like calls that do damage without me needing to be that involved (the calls of Poseidon and Ares are good, but they're not for me because in order to fully maximize them, you need to be able to move Zagreus around and I can't really do that because my fingers are not so dexterous) so I can definitely say that my favorite call is APHRODITE, she was one of my hidden weapons against the final boss. I think the game picked up on the fact that I love this call so much that after a few successive runs wherein I consistently won and had her call, it refused to give me that choice for the next 3 runs and on the fourth run she appeared again in a fountain chamber and asked something along the lines of "Do you miss me little godling" and then there was her call as one of the boon options and I'm here screaming YES I MISS YOU AND YOUR CALL. Runner ups are the calls from Artemis, Demeter, and Athena.
That's all from a finger cramped up fan. I'm not sure if I'll do the epilogue, but I won't stop until Thanatos is my - I mean Zagreus'- lover.
I did my best to not Spoil this for anyone who wants to go in blind.
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felt my brain unraveling while i read that religious statue post thank you
You're welcome! ✨
I still don't know what to do with the fic though. Okay I’ll paste a bit of what I have now (which tragically involves no blowing of religious statues)
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First and foremost, Andrés de Fonollosa is not a believer. Not in any religious sense, at least. Sure, he’s grown up surrounded by all kinds of faith but none of them have managed to take root within him. He believes in things, but things like chaos, like gluttony and hedonism; he believes in the power of art and in the whole transcendental experience that is love. But that’s not faith.
He’s been married five times, divorced just as many; he’s ticked the box for pretty much all of the major sins in his particular denomination of faith so it would be hypocritical of him to even entertain the notion of belief.
And yet, he’s here. An interminable plane ride, one bumpy bus ride, too many hours spent in the broken-down truck of a voluble farmer, and some trekking through a thick forest later, and he’s here at the temple.
Well, as right as he can, based on the vague texts he’s read and the even vaguer instructions he’s received from the one person who didn’t mumble and turn around when he mentioned the temple.
He’s got a powerful flashlight with him, but he finds that he doesn’t need it - the light, once he pushes the large, heavy door, dances in the moving air currents. There are candles everywhere, lighting a series of tall columns, set at the foot of a life-size statue in the middle of the otherwise empty space. 
He didn’t really know what to expect, Andrés realizes, as he casts his eyes around. Not a room made of stone, with anachronistic columns and no markings on the walls. There’s no writing anywhere, there’s really nothing except for the lit candles and that statue that almost calls for him from its raised pedestal.
It’s just man; a simple-looking man, wearing a knee-length toga, with its details carved in painstaking detail, looking at him through hollow, stone eyes. Mesmerizing even through the thick layer of dust. 
Suddenly there’s motion behind him; the shuffle of feet, and Andrés turns, and is faced with a man who wears the same type of robe that the statue is. He should look out of place, out of time, but oddly enough— he doesn’t. He stands, with the large door closed behind him, and Andrés struggles to understand where he’s come from.
“Who are you?”
And yes, it may not be polite, nor appropriate, but he’s tired. Tired enough for his curiosity to edge into rudeness.
“I’m the keeper of this temple.”
“The priest?”
The man shakes his head. 
“I’m the keeper of this temple,” he says once more, then walks past him, heading for the statue. It must be trickery, it must - the face of the statue has morphed now, from the stern-looking man with hollow, dusty eyes, to the face of the man that’s just appeared. 
Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Maybe he saw it wrong when he came in, maybe—
“Why are you here?” The question is asked politely, although the man has his back to Andrés. 
“I need— “ Andrés sighs. He didn’t think he’d meet someone, flesh and bone; someone to talk to, someone to— beg? To ask. Someone to show his weakness to - for it is weakness, his refusal to accept fate. “I need to be healed.”
The man nods, then stops in front of the statue. They’re dressed the same, except one is a living, breathing person that’s currently eyeing his stone double like one would look into a mirror. He turns, eventually, and it still strikes Andrés like it’s odd, how he’s really real. 
“You’re asking for a lot, from what I can tell. What you want healed is not a forgiving illness. You’ve tried the diets and are on all the good meds, and it’s still not working - look at your hands. I can see the tremor,” he says, and Andrés curls his fists to stop it. “I get it. But I can see who you are, and what you’ve done, and what you want to do in the future. As well as why you’re doing that. What you think is truly important.”
It’s hard to take all of that in and to accept that maybe all he’s read was true. That this is really happening, with all that it means - this is not just a man. This is hope. 
“It will cost you, you know,” the man says, and he begins to approach him. His sandals scrape the dusty stone; Andrés can focus on nothing but that. Can’t look him in the eye and Andrés realizes then that what he’s feeling is sudden reverence, and he knows that whatever happened wasn’t cold-reading, it was something else entirely.  
“You’re here because you think you have faith. Or you think you’ll— make me believe that you have faith? So that I’ll heal you. What you ask for,” the man says, when he stops an arm’s length away from him, “requires a handsome sacrifice.”
“I'm— The villagers, they told me nothing. The texts mentioned a sacrifice, but they didn't say much more than that. I bought gold, and precious stones. I didn’t know someone would be here or I would have brought food, but I can— I can go back to the village and get something? Or—“
Andrés looks up at him, whoever— whatever the man was. How could he possibly know?
“There is no shame in wanting more,” the man says. “I know you understand this; you’re a thief.”
“How do you— “
“I know a great deal of things, you’ll find. Like how the doctors said two years at most but you told your brother that you had three, maybe more. You wanted to tell him the truth but then you didn’t do it; you thought it would be easier on him but it wasn’t, was it? He’s scared, even more than you are.”
There’s no point in asking anymore. Andrés feels like he’s dizzy, his head swimming with questions, each breath he takes only makes him more light-headed. The man can’t know any of that.
“He doesn’t know you’re here, and you’re ashamed of telling him. Even though you’re doing all of this for him, in part. So he can turn his dream into reality. But you’re not entirely selfless, are you? You’re scared too. And angry, most of all; you’re so angry it’s almost tangible. You think you didn’t deserve this, like things are ever this simple. Life doesn’t work like this. It’s not a matter of deserving. That’s not why you got sick. Why you’re dying.”
“Then why?”
“Chaos,” the man says with a casual shrug. “There’s really no secret to it. Life just— happens.”
“Then who—”
“I am exactly who they say I am.”
“And can you help me? How can you do it if life— happens, as you said.”
“I happened into existence too, much like your illness. Much like you. For you, I serve a purpose, as I did for many before you and I undoubtedly will for many more to come.”
“You heal people.”
“If that’s what they need,” he says, then turns around. He walks back to his statue, looking up at it. With one pull at the corner of his lip, he touches the statue’s arm, then walks behind it. When he comes through the other side, the smile on his lips is not his. His entire face isn’t, his body, his clothes. He’s changed.
The man walking out from behind the statue is not the man carved in stone, the man from earlier. It’s a man that Andrés knows well enough that his heart jumps, then sinks when he sees him.
Martín.
“I thought that if I looked like this, you’d be a little more at ease around me. You’re too tense,” he says, smiling with Martín’s smile. “This body, this person— I take whatever face you find more comforting, more suitable to set your mind at ease.”   
It’s him, Andrés feels it. His body has a physical reaction to Martín’s presence, and he could always know him. It’s him.
“The sacrifice,” the man wearing Martín’s face says, and Andrés is struck by the reality that it wasn’t Martín.
“The sacrifice,” he echoes, because this is really happening, and he’s here. He takes off the bag looped around his shoulder, then places it on the floor before him. “This is all I have with me, but I’m sure that I can get you anything; just tell me and I will.”
“A thief through and through. See? That’s why it wouldn’t be fair to ask you for— things. I have no doubt that you could procure for me anything that I could ever think of, but that’s not what this is about. A sacrifice means you have to lose something that’s important to you. But you have to think well when the moment to choose finally comes. Think about what you’re really giving up.”
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CTRL+ALT+DECEIT
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.
This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.
Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.
Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
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The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.
‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.
“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.
‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’
You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.
‘I’m serious.’ you replied.
She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’
You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.
‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.
‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.
You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.
You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.
You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.
‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’
The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.
‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’
You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’
You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.
You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.
Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.
‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’
You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.
‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’
Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.
Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?
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After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.
You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.
When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him. 
You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.
‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.
‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.
‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.
‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’
‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’
‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’
‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’
Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.
‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’
The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!  
You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.
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Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.
“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.
“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.
“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.
“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”
“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”
“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.” 
“You can’t?”
“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”
“What--”
“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”
“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.
“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”
“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”
“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”
“Is this about the boyfriend?”
You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”
After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.
You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.
“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”
“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”
“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.
“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”
“No way,” she scoffed.
“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”
“Did you call the police?” she asked.
You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.
“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”
“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”
You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.
You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.
“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.
“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”
“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”
“What does that mean?”
“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”
“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.
“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”
You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”
“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”
“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.
You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.
“I don’t understand--”
“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.
Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.
You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.
“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”
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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.
Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.
You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.
You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.
You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.
As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.
“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”
“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”
“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”
Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.
“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.���
“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.
“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”
You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.
“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”
“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.
“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”
He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.
“So, do we do this here?”
“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”
“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”
You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.
“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”
You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.
You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.
“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”
Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.
“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”
Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.
He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.
“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”
You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.
“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.
He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.
His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.
“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”
He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.
“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”
You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.
He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.
“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”
Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.
When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.
“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed. 
His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.
He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.
He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.
He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.
He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.
He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.
“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”
Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.
“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”
You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.
“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.
He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release. 
He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you. 
Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.
“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”
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Distant Shores-1
Summary: The heathens came to raid every year, stealing treasures and killing along the way. Your father was the King of Wessex and wanted to strike a deal with the heathens. The heathens and their ruthless numbers in exchange for some lands to farm, riches... and you. You are the Christian princess that is now to marry the Heathen King, a man that you're sure would rather kill you than marry you. This is going to be a miserable marriage.
A Viking!BakugouxReader fic.
Warnings: Arrange Marriage, general viking things, abusive father
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They came every year, rowing to shore in their long boats with the intricately decorated dragon or serpent heads, shields of all colors decorating the sides. They would set up camp near the edges of the water, far enough to stay dry but not so far that they couldn't leave in a haste if need be. Violent in their tendencies and lacking the most simple of manners. Vulgar in their speech but carefree and happy. Men and women fighting side by side. They were tall, muscular, built like the gods they worshiped. Some with long hair that was braided back from their face, others with the sides shorn short and what was left was braided. Almost all had some sort of facial hair, minus the young ones desperately trying to grow it in, and if that was long enough it would be braided as well. Their clothing was not all together different from what you were used to. Perhaps not as ostentatious or gaudy as a he clothing around court. It was practical and useful, rather than just for show. Your father, the King of Wessex, was intrigued by these heathens as he called them. They had came ashore last year, destroying a few temples and killing all the holy men and women inside of them while stealing all the treasure inside, before taking their leave back to their homelands. It was interesting to say the least, though they had heard of these northmen before this was only the second time they had made camp on their shores. So In an effort of good faith your father decided to invite them to the castle, to talk he said. He wanted to strike a deal with them. He was going to offer a few things he thought they could not refuse. So he sent out a messenger to bring back their leaders for a feast. They spoke in a different tongue, looking at the women of court with lustful eyes as they ate. One man, who seemed to be their leader spoke up as he looked at the King. "What is it you have to offer me?" He spoke your language but it was choppy with the words out of place. You were surprised to find he knew the words at all. His hair was short on the sides, the rest braided back until it ended in a short pony tail. He had red eyes that you felt could pierce through anything or anyone. Scars littered his arms and bare chest, an axe and a sword at his hips. "Well, I am willing to offer some lands for you to do as you wish. Farm, build settlements. They are yours to do as you wish. I am also willing to offer you something more." The man said, grinning at the Viking earl. "I am offering my pure daughter, Y/N, to you." You. You were an offering. You always knew that your marriage would be arranged but you didn't think like this. To someone who had different customs, a different language, a different land someone who was different in almost every way possible. You wanted to throw up
The last thing that you thought your father was going to offer up was you. After all you were his only daughter and you figured that you would be married off to someone, a prince or lord in order for you father to gain some lands or troops for wars. Though you supposed this was kind of the same thing. The last thing that you expected was to be offered up to the Heathen King. You could feel his gaze on you, calculating red eyes watching your every move. You kept your eyes downcast, a habit from living in the castle for so long. You tried your hardest to hide the look of shock on your face, train it into a neutral expression.
"Well aren't you lucky, you get the Christian princess." One of the men next to the Heathen king spoke to him, in their language. One that you didn't understand.
"I have no need for a wife... but I could make it work. His proposition is interesting. I feel like he is going to double cross us."
The viking seemed to contemplate for a minute, hand rubbing over his chin as he looked you up and down before looking back at his men. "I will accept your offer, but I am surprised you would give up your virgin daughter to such a... heathen like myself." You could feel your face heat up at that, like they were talking about you without you even being there, despite the fact that you could feel the Vikings eyes on you the entire time.
"Well you are the man I need to make an alliance with right now." Your father stated, leaning back in his chair. "She will make a fine wife, I'm sure she can adjust to your ways." It became quite obvious to Bakugou that the king did not care about his daughter and what happened to her. He knew of the rumors that were spread about them. How they raped women and killed them when they no longer 'served their purpose.' He could tell you were scared but it seemed as though your father did not care.
"Then she will leave with us in the morning, we will be married under our Gods." Bakugou grunted, taking a long drink out of his cup, eyes never leaving your shaking frame. There was not much more that you could take, you didn't want to marry yet let alone a barbarian that you didn't even know. Someone who hardly spoke your language, who had different customs and Gods than you.
You excused yourself and made your way out of the hall, running as soon as you were out of sight. You couldn't slow your breaths, they were coming much too fast. You felt as though you were hyperventilating and needed to calm down. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it would be okay. Once you made it to your room you had calmed down just a bit. You still did not want to marry this man. He looked cruel and would surely just have his way with you.
You sighed as you sat at your vanity, taking out the clips and pins that held your hair up in its complicated look. You supposed now you'd have to have it in the braids you saw on all the Viking women. You moved it back away from your face when you heard a knock on the door that caused your heart to race. You knew it was your father, sent to give you instructions that you didn't want to follow.
"Well, you embarrassed me out there. Running away like that, it's almost like you don't want to marry that brute." Your father hadn't waited for an answer to come in. "You have to make him happy, the last thing I want is them storming our shores because you're too stupid to please this man."
"Father I don't want to marry him. I do not know him and... and what if he kills me? You could marry me off to a prince from a neighboring land and they could offer your army to help if the viki,.." you started to say before you were struck against the cheek. The king of Wessex didn't like being told what to do, especially not by a woman.
"You will listen to what I have to say child, you will do as you are told, no questions. You will marry that brute and you will like it. Keep him pleased bed remind him of our treaty or I can send someone to remind you of your place." Your father threatened, pointing a finger in your face while you held your cheek and tears sprang out of your eyes. You had thought perhaps he had some shred of love left for you, however he just saw you as a bargaining chip.
That night you did not sleep well, tossing and turning. Dreaming about a pair of bright red eyes.
The next morning your maids had dressed your for the last time, putting you in a simple dress and cloak that wasn't too showy but was still made of fine fabrics that showed your status. A bruise had formed on your cheek from your fathers ring but that was something he didn't try to hide anymore. His daughter had a wild tongue according to him, and he needed to correct it. This wasn't the first time that he had struck you, but you were hopeful it would be the last. Unless of course your new husband was the same.
You were told you didn't need to pack anything, your husband to be would provide everything that you'd need. Least that is what they told your father. So down you went to where they were waiting, restless horses under even more restless men. They'd been giving plenty of gold and treasures to get them through the winter so they were eager to get back home. "Here she is, your future wife." The King said, presenting you to the Viking leader. You dared to look up at him, seeing the same eyes that had plagued your dreams. You watched his eyes flick around your face, lingering on your cheek before landing on your eyes. You soon looked away, not wanting to cause any new problems. It was the way you were raised, never look a man too long in the eyes. It was disrespectful. "She has some problems obeying but I am sure you can get her in line." The king winked befor pushing your towards the horse that Bakugou was on. He looked down at you before hoisting you on top of the beast to sit in front of him. Your face turned a bright pink, you'd never been this close to a man before, and his bare chest was burning into your back. You supposed that you'd have to get used to this if you were to be married soon.
Your father and future husband shared a few words with each other that you didn't pay attention to before you were off. The entire ride the few Vikings that had come along we're all talking in their own language, nothing that you understood but they seemed to be in good spirits, laughing and joking. You were lost in your own world, gently running your fingers over the horses mane before you heard the man behind you speak up. "What happened to your face?"
You weren't expecting it after how quiet he'd been for the entire ride so you jumped at the sudden noise behind you. You chewed on your cheek, deciding on an answer before landing on, "My father was correcting me. That is all." You weren't sure of the correct answer but that apparently wasn't it as you heard a grunt behind you and a small growl.
Before long you made it back to the Viking camp, which was mostly torn down at this point, bustling with activity. The boats were being packed, tents torn down and supplies being put up. You were in awe at how fast they worked, and were intrigued with the people and what they were doing. It was almost like a culture shock, you were used to the castle and this was something different. The man that was to be your husband helped you off your horse and gave you a warning to stay close. In the matter of an hour everything was packed up, you staying close to the man was he went around inspecting work and checking things before he lifted you onto a boat and climbed on himself.
The boat itself was amazing, all the little attentions to detail was beautiful, your fingers traced over the edge and the little designs there. You were again in awe, you could deal with this. If you could see little things of beauty like this then you could take it. Once set off to the sea your eyes were wide with wonder. You hadn't ever been this far before, you hadn't even been out on the water and it was breath taking. You couldn't get enough. That is... until you were sprayed in the face with the water. You coughed and shook your head, as the men on the boat laughed. You didn't complain however, you were still just in awe of the sights. What you didn't notice was a curious pair of eyes watching you from the other end of the boat, never leaving you as he watched you drink in everything. He was curious about you, that was for sure.
After getting hit with the ocean water you learned your lesson about staying too close to the edge. However as night time drew closer and the sun went below the horizon it was freezing and your cloak wasn't cutting it. However you didn't complain, instead just hugged it closer to yourself.
"It looks like your princess is going to freeze to death." One of the rowing men commented, looking over to Bakugou. "Might want to warm her up."
Bakugou heard this and in turn stood up with a grunt before walking over to you and unceremoniously dropped on of his furs onto your shoulders. You looked curiously up at him, but melted into the warmth it gave. "Thank you." You chattered out, cuddling close to the furs.
"Can't let you freeze, princess." Bakugou murmured as shuffled back over to where he came from. You watched him go and smiled softly, perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.
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Dream SMP Recap (March 9/2021) - Roses and Blood Vines
One day remains before Ponk’s attack. Ponk gives Foolish another warning, another chance to join the Egg. Foolish still says no.
Hannah returns from a five-day journey feeling sickened by something. The Blood Vines have crept onto her house... 
Something has to be done.
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VOD LINKS:
Ponk
Tubbo
Foolish
Ranboo
Hannah
Karl
Eret
Captain Puffy
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- Ponk makes his way through the Nether to the Temple of Undying. He surveys the place, wondering what to blow up first.
- He scouts through the chests, taking some diamonds here and there.
- Ponk places a few pieces of TNT in Foolish’s snake statue as a warning and heads back.
- Foolish joins the call, Ponk now at the Oogway Shrine.
Ponk: “Foolish...you know that time is ticking, right?”
Ponk: “Are you familiar with the hourglass parable?”
Foolish: “No, I am not.”
Ponk: “Me neither, but an hourglass has lots of sand in it, right?”
- Ponk starts talking through the Egg
“Hello, Foolish...the time is ticking...blood, fire and explosions will happen. You’re going to die, Foolish, if you don’t join me. DEATH.”
Foolish: “You speak of my summer home?”
“Your summer home will be no more.”
Foolish: “We’ll see about that.”
“Tick-tock goes the clock.”
- Ponk abruptly switches back to his normal voice and starts talking to Foolish about that scene in Kung Fu Panda where Oogway paralyzes the leopard guy  by poking him, and the leopard guy broke out of prison to defeat the five people
- Foolish asks if there’s a meaning to this. Ponk tells him he stole all of his music discs and put TNT in their place.
- Ponk says to be careful about the tripwires he put. Foolish says that with his emerald eyes, he will see through them.
- They go back and forth about preparations and Ponk’s plan. Ponk tries to convince Foolish that actually, he already blew it up (he didn’t)
Ponk: “Look, Foolish...I’m here to offer you another chance, okay? You can join the Egg, be a happy family, y’know? You can be a god, but you have to serve the Egg...”
Foolish: “You see, Ponk, I think the Egg will lead to heartbreak. Misery. Regret. And then death.”
Ponk: “Remember, Foolish, remember...you can never save a life. You can always prolong it.”
Foolish: “I might disagree with that...but that’s for another time.”
- They get distracted by Skeppy’s prank on the mansion
- Ponk goes to an Ender Chest and shows Foolish its contents. Foolish is outraged that Ponk actually took all his discs -- even Pigstep!
- Ponk shows Foolish the Wall of Pog Women
- The subject goes back to the Egg. Ponk asks again if he wants to join the Egg. Foolish says no.
Foolish: “I don’t think the Egg is good for anyone, and you know? The Egg may not even need you guys! The moment the Egg has enough power, it’ll toss you all aside like the little ants you are.”
- They start talking about cats
- Ponk meets Foolish down at the spider spawner and attempts his Technoblade-killing tactic on him.
- Ponk continues to prepare
- Foolish is still working on Tubbo and Ranboo’s mansion
- He goes to see Michelle in Snowchester. He ponders how strange their family is. A sheep pirate, a totem-part-shark and his totem son, an undead zombie piglin baby, the other brother -- a green blob?
“Nice meeting you, Michelle...um, yeah. Hopefully you never meet Dream.”
“...Just your average Minecraft family...”
(More “Schrödinger’s canon” family dynamics for now, but this is the moment the Wiki is referencing if you were wondering)
- Foolish continues work on the mansion
- Hannah heads back to the main Dream SMP area
- She’s been trying to make the server more beautiful, adding trees, flowers, natural things. But she was off picking flowers for the main pathway when she woke up with extreme nausea. She could barely walk.
- It’s finally time. Something is pulling her back.
Hannah: “It’s definitely time to bring spring to the server. This server is so, so messed up. There’s not enough trees, there’s not enough flowers, there’s not enough anything, especially in the main area."
- The only thing keeping her strong -- alive -- are the rose flowers. It took her two days to find the strength to walk back.
- Hannah starts planting flowers everywhere. The pathway is deteriorated, there are no trees, no flowers, not enough natural fauna that weren’t planted by the people. Her flowers have been picked and turned to dye by people. She needs more flowers to stay strong.
- She sees her house has been covered in Blood Vines. She suspects the Blood Vines have been eating up some of her rose flowers. All of it has to go. She doesn’t know who or what this is, but she believes it’s trying to kill her.
- Sam (and Tubbo disguised as Ranboo) arrive, and Hannah speaks with Sam about her house. Sam was coming to clean up the bank site.
- Sam helps Hannah start to clear off the Vines.
- A cow gets in the way. Hannah says it must be contaminated and kills it.
- All of a sudden, Sam shouts to not break anymore. Hannah looks and Bad and Antfrost have arrived.
- Bad says he thought Hannah was a supporter of plants. They don’t see why Hannah needs to clear the Vines away. Hannah and Sam insist they’re just trimming, doing some landscaping because Hannah is allergic.
- Bad and Ant suggest testing? They can take Hannah to a place with a large concentration of Vines and see if they have any effect. 
- Hannah says she’s willing to try. Sam tells Hannah he can’t go down there again. They tell Bad and Ant -- Hannah will try it while Sam takes a trip to the Nether. Sam whispers to Hannah that while they’re gone, Sam is going to clear the rest of the Vines in secret.
- Bad and Antfrost admire the Vines in Hannah’s house. Even the dogs seem to like it. Hannah promptly kills the dogs to put them out of their misery.
- Bad and Antfrost take Hannah down to the Egg Room. Hannah puts down a rose to help, but they destroy it. They tell her that the Egg likes her.
- They make her a “seat” (box) of black concrete and say she should stay there for “exposure therapy.”  They convince her to put her items in an Ender Chest even as she’s having doubts, and leave her alone there. 
- Hannah thought she had no enemies on this server, but she may have made a mistake.
- Karl wakes up in his library. He hangs up the poster for “The Haunted Mansion” and writes the Tale down.
- He writes his next diary entry. He feels confused. He doesn’t know who to trust anymore. At least the Inbetween seems like a genuinely peaceful place, but there were those books warning him about it.
- He decides he needs to get into that portal the next time he visits the Inbetween.
- His memory is getting worse. He needs to tell his friends the stories, but worries he won’t have any at this rate.
- Bad and Sapnap arrive to Kinoko. Karl wants to get new members.
- Sapnap kills Bad, sending him back.
Bad: “What have I told you about playing with fire there, son?”
- Karl plans to spread out advertisements about Kinoko.
- Foolish and HBomb arrive.
- They go to the Holy Land to put up posters.
- George arrives and they all decide to put up a massive poster in front of the prison, where the mining fatigue will make the blocks harder to get rid of. Bad protests this as a prison guard.
- They do it anyway
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Upcoming events remain the same.
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the-last-kenobi · 3 years
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Hi, how are you? Hope all is well) Can you please write "Where have you been" with Anakin and a very very depressed and sad Obi?
Of course!
From this various prompts list.
I admit I wasn’t sure exactly which angle you were hoping for, but this is the one my brain liked, so here we are.
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Anakin’s hand shook slightly as he ran the cloth over the glass mug, turning it in his hands. Water beaded up in the wake of his first attempt, so he went back again a little slower, making sure he left no smudges behind. Then he carefully placed it in the cabinet where it belonged, each shelf lined with different mugs, most of them glass, a few of them seemingly random — porcelain, wood, something that looked like clay, a deep red crystalline substance.
Anakin knew that the ones that weren’t glass had all, once, belonged to Qui-Gon.
They were used rarely. Carefully. Cherished like treasures.
The rest, the glass, those were Obi-Wan’s.
He liked the perfection of glass, its transparency, the way he could watch the teas he brewed and steeped changing, colors swirling and fading beneath his fingers.
Anakin found them difficult to maintain and hard to clean.
His hand shook again, and he quickly put down the towel and set aside the next mug, turning away from the still untidy kitchen.
His gloved metal hand raked through his hair.
It was late.
It was very late.
He walked to the window and brushed aside the curtain with one hand, confronted first with his own ghostly reflection, and then focusing on the view outside. It was pouring down rain. A rare enough occurrence here on Coruscant, and tonight, of all nights, when Obi-Wan could be out there.
He could be anywhere.
Anakin didn’t know.
Obi-Wan had been missing for twenty-nine hours.
He had walked out of their shared quarters while Anakin was visiting Padmé, sometime in the early evening yesterday, leaving his cloak behind, leaving his lightsaber behind.
And then he was gone.
Anakin had searched all the usual places. He’d reached out to Dex, and alerted Mace Windu and Healer Che, and sent Ahsoka to check with the crèche and Initiates dorm in case he was there playing with and teaching the little ones. He’d contacted Bail and Padmé, and gained permission after the twelve hour mark to examine the security holos.
There was nothing.
It was as if Obi-Wan Kenobi had stepped over the threshold of their door and just fallen out of existence.
Anakin watched rain lash against the window, scattering his pale reflection into twisted fragments, and tried to remind himself that he had already been searching for twenty-five hours straight. That he hadn’t slept or eaten. That Master Koon had forbidden him from going out into the storm to search, when they already had rested and armored troopers doing a steady sweep of the Temple perimeter, even when they didn’t know if Obi-Wan had actually left the grounds.
The Temple was massive.
He could be hiding in an unused wing, or in the depths of the dustiest levels, or in the back of the Archives, or the towers.
No, not the Archives. Master Nu had already searched there and that woman would never miss so much as a hair out of place in her domain, much less a High Councilor.
Anakin had heard Master Mundi making noises about a possible trap or an abduction.
And while that was bad — nightmarish — to contemplate, Anakin had his own fears, and they felt much more realistic, much too close for comfort.
Anakin flung himself down on the sofa with his head in his hands and tried not to admit that he was frightened.
He had seen Obi-Wan like this before. Back when they were a new partnership and Qui-Gon was dead but there was still so much of him living in the Temple, like the mugs, one still the on the countertop with a faint imprint of his lips staining the rim, or his spare cloaks and boots, and the trinkets and potted plants that filled every available space. And Obi-Wan had...
Well. Whenever he thought Anakin wasn’t paying attention, he was so quiet. He barely slept for days and then slept too much. He hardly ate and then ate random things at random times. He hardly smiled.
He wandered off.
Alone.
The worst time had been when Anakin was six months in to his apprenticeship. He had woken up with a terribly bad feeling to find his Master missing from his bed, and with the unerring instinct of a worried child, he had shot off in search of Master Yoda, who had quietly raised the alarm amongst the older Masters. It was Master Windu who had found Obi-Wan, quiet and shrunken and apathetic, concealed in one of the many gardens, letting the life of the garden conceal his dimming force signature from view.
Anakin had clung to him like he was about to disappear, and Obi-Wan hadn’t seemed to really process that he was there...
Eventually he had pulled out of it. Anakin didn’t know how.
But this...
Anakin had been worried since Geonosis that he would lose his Master to death on the battlefield. Then there had been Ventress and Jabiim and Grievous and Dooku and Maul — Maul — and suddenly it felt like Obi-Wan was never safe. The war and his enemies chased him everywhere.
But Obi-Wan had lost friends and peers and younglings he had once taught or cradled in his arms when they were so very small, and his Master’s murderer had come back like a resurrected demon to plague him, to threaten his life and sanity and everyone he loved — and Satine had already paid with her life.
Others might.
And when Anakin had come racing back home from 500 Republica when he’d heard the news, it was already too late, and Obi-Wan had gone off all alone stars knew where.
That was enough.
Anakin leapt to his feet, his body trembling with fear and nausea, determined to ignore orders.
Damn their kindness and responsibility, damn the fact that he’d probably only get soaked and miserable, he was going out searching again.
Anakin strode towards the door on shaking legs.
It swung open before he neared it, and there was Obi-Wan.
Anakin gaped at him.
Obi-Wan stared blankly back. “...Anakin?”
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin breathed, staring at him, taking him in. He was without his cloak and lightsaber, as he had known he would be, and was soaking wet — completely sopping, as if he had swum in a lake rather than wandered about in a rainstorm.
“Obi-Wan,” he said again, his voice strained. “Where have you been?”
His Master continued to look blank. “I went out.”
“You went out? You’ve been gone for well over a day!” Anakin cried out. “Where have you been?”
Obi-Wan shrank away from the shouting. His blue eyes flickered around the room as if looking for an answer, or perhaps an escape, and still his expression was utterly detached. “I... I don’t know, really. Here and there.”
A pause.
“Was I really gone for so long?” he asked. He sounded distantly, disinterestedly bewildered, and Anakin broke.
“Yes!” he shouted, his face screwed up in anger, in an attempt to hold back childish tears. “Yes you have! You disappeared! There are people looking for you, and the Council was worried you’d been taken, and I was so— I was — so — I— you can’t do that to me, Obi-Wan, please, I was losing my mind!”
Obi-Wan’s blank expression finally shifted.
A look of confusion and worry built behind the vague blue eyes, and Anakin launched himself at his friend like he had all those years ago, locking his limbs around him in a fierce hug.
For a long moment it was like hugging a statue. A very cold, very wet statue that shivered ever so slightly.
But Anakin held on, determined to keep Obi-Wan right here, to keep him safe and warm, to make him understand that he was needed, that he could also rest, that it would all be okay if he just stayed. Stayed like he had before. His tunics began to absorb some of the icy moisture coming off his Master but he kept holding on, his face buried in Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
And slowly, Obi-Wan came to life.
His hands inched upwards to rest against his Padawan’s back, and he tilted his head so that he was leaning against Anakin’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice muffled. “I had no idea you’d be so concerned.”
“I wasn’t concerned, you absolute idiot, I was scared,” Anakin hissed, the confession both bitter and relieving on his lips. “How would you feel if I vanished with no word? For thirty hours?”
A long silence.
“Well,” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, “I would be impressed with Padmé for not getting bored of you long before that.”
There was a dead silence.
Then a spluttered, incredulous laugh, and it took Anakin a moment to realize it was he who was laughing. His shoulders shook with it, with shock at the revelation of what Obi-Wan knew, that he wasn’t angry about it, that he was cracking stupid, mean, dumb jokes about it when Anakin was trying to be mad at him.
Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, and Anakin laughed harder, delighted that his friend was smiling, if only a little.
“You’re not off the hook you know,” he mumbled, guiding Obi-Wan to his rooms, planning on forcing him to take a hot shower and drink warm tea and maybe pull out one of Qui-Gon’s old cloaks, because that always helped.
“Neither are you,” Obi-Wan mumbled back, and squeezed his hand every so briefly.
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When Plo Koon dropped by to check on Anakin, very early the next morning, he found him sleeping soundly on a chair, snoring quietly, his feet propped on the arm of the sofa, where Obi-Wan was fast asleep with an old cloak that was far too large for him draped over his body.
It was easy to forgive them to forgetting to inform the Guard to call off the search.
Mace could pretend to yell at them during their next Council meeting, during which, he was sure, the two friends would stand side by side, mischief in their eyes.
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The Necklace - Captain Rex
Request: no Pairing: Captain Rex x jedi!reader Summary: Five times you and Rex have given each other your necklace, and the one time you wear it for the last time Warnings: major character death!!, angst, mentions of serious injuries, burning, blood, bruises Word count: 3.2K A/N: I always wonder why do I do this to myself .. anyway, my brain made me write this and put it out there. I deeply apologise for this feel free to send me ur therapy bills TAG LIST (all star wars fics): @parker-natasha​ @romanoffstarkovs​ @just-deka​
One.
It’s quiet in the Temple. You have to admit it’s rarely crowded in the halls. The Temple is quite a large building, and not nearly enough Jedi to fill it. And even if there were, at least half would be off fighting the war.
You’re grateful for the time you get to spend at the Temple. The long hallways always calm you down. No matter how long you had been away, it always felt good to come home to the Temple where you’d grown up.
It’s the place where you learned the ways of the force, where you’d spent hours reading everything you could find on the Jedi and their ways. You’d meditated in the gardens countless of times, and you’d found your family.
But most importantly, you met Rex.
He knew just as well as everyone else attachment was against the Jedi code. Still, you were pulled to one another by some sort of feeling you couldn’t explain. It made you want to spend every moment you got with him.
As your relationship blossomed, you knew you had to talk about the restrictions. You didn’t like it, but there were just some rules you had to follow, for both yours and Rex’ sake.
It didn’t stop you from occasionally sending a flirtatious wink his way, if only to watch his cheeks flush as he tried to remain focused on his tasks.
You were desperate for some kind of affection outside the safe walls of your quarters. When you were on a planet near the Outer Rim, and you waited as they refuelled your ship, you took the opportunity to check out the local market.
You found a beautiful, handcrafted silver necklace, and you just couldn’t leave it behind. When you got back to Coruscant, you showed the necklace to Rex, and you noticed how much he loved it.
When you wanted to give the necklace to him, he declined, saying it looked too good on you, that he couldn’t take it from you. So, you made a promise. The one wearing the necklace would give it to the one who wasn’t wearing it whenever they saw them, with the promise they’d be there to wear it again next time you’d meet.
Your walk around the Temple takes you through the silent halls. You don’t really notice where you’re going, your mind wandering off to other places. You turn a corner and see a door opening in the distance.
A few Jedi, Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Mace and Yoda exit the room, followed by Rex and Cody. You smile at them and they all greet you as they go their separate ways.
Rex is deep in conversation with Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Cody, but briefly stops when you pass him. He takes the necklace off and gives it to you with a smile. You return the smile as you put it on, and Rex continues his conversation with the others while you continue your walk, the necklace bouncing against your chest with every step you take.
Two.
You’ve done it a thousand times before, but landing near a battle is still something that could get your anxiety up. That creeping fear that a well aimed blaster shot could take out your engines and send you to the ground a lot faster than you intended, would never ease.
You hold on tight as the ship starts its landing.
The 501st and the 212th were already on the scene, fighting for their lives. Everyone had thought that they would manage, but that was before the Separatists sent in reinforcements. Because you and your men were closest, you received an urgent comm from Anakin and didn’t hesitate before gathering all of your men and heading towards their position.
Once you’ve landed and everyone has left the ship, you start giving out orders. Even though you’re not near the heat of the battle, you have to yell to be heard over the shouts and blaster shots from others.
You send your men to the frontlines while you take your second in command to look for the other generals and commanders.
As you’re running through the chaos, you’re contacting Anakin. Luckily, he responds almost immediately.
‘We saw your ship!’ he says loudly. ‘We’re on the right side, near the trees!’
‘Copy!’ you shout in your comm and you wave your second din command over, making for the tree line in the distance. You glance at the troopers as you’re running, trying to find Rex. He might be next to Anakin and Ahsoka, waiting for you to arrive. But you know Rex, and it’s also very possible he’s in the front lines.
It takes shorter than you expected to cross the battlefield. When you make it to the trees, you quickly spot your fellow Jedi, and Rex and Cody along with them.   Ahsoka is the first to notice you, and she waves at you as you’re running toward them.
You come to a halt in front of them, panting.
‘Thanks for coming so quickly.’ says Obi-Wan.
‘Yeah.’ you manage to say in between breaths. ‘What’s our status?’ you ask as you take off your necklace and blindly hand it to Rex, who is standing next to you.
‘We’re suffering a lot of casualties.’ says Ahsoka, not taking notice in you giving Rex the necklace.
‘You and your men are much needed.’ says Rex, and you turn to look at him. ‘We’re severely outnumbered.’ he says as he puts on the necklace.
‘We have a plan, though.’ says Anakin, and he starts explaining it.
Three.
It takes you a while to figure out what caused you to suddenly wake. You didn’t have any plans or meetings you had to attend to today, and you had planned on a relaxed morning of just staying in bed.
Your legs are tangled with Rex’, and one of his arms is swung across your stomach. Mornings like these are rare, and you wish you could stay like this forever.
No war, no pain or suffering, no Separatist this or Jedi business that. Just you and Rex, holding each other.
Occasionally, you hear soft snores coming from his side of the bed. You raise your hand to softly run it over his back. It’s only then, that you realise it isn’t his snores that woke you.
You comm is beeping furiously on the bedside table.
For one of the first times, you’re seriously considering just ignoring it. You didn’t have any plans today, you even declined Ahsoka’s offer of a training session, stating you needed your rest now that you didn’t have any formalities to attend. And with rest you meant staying in bed with Rex.
But what if it’s important? Says an annoying little voice in the back of your head.
You groan softly, reaching out to try and get a hold of your comm. You can’t reach it, but you also don’t dare to shift, scared of waking Rex. So instead, you use the Force and let your comm device land in the palm of your hand.
‘Yea?’ you say. It’s Anakin who answers.
‘Hey, Y/N, do you think you’ve got time to go over some maps with me? I’m assigned to traveling with Senator Amidala, she needs to go settle another trade incident. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but these maps sure do.’ he says.
‘Can’t Padmé go over those maps with you if she’s the going to the planet in the first place?’ you ask, not wanting to leave your comfortable and warm bed.
‘She’s on Naboo. I’m supposed to pick her up on the way there.’ answers Anakin.
‘Okay, fine. I’ll come see you at your quarters in a few minutes.’ you say.
‘Thanks!’ says Anakin.
You sigh and throw the comm device on the bed. You look to your side and see Rex is still asleep. It makes you chuckle. You could probably drop a bomb on the building, and the sound just wouldn’t wake him up.
You slowly untangle your legs from his and lift his arm so you can get up. You silently get dressed before hovering over his body.
Kisses are pressed to his cheeks, nose and forehead. Rex only shifts a bit, but doesn’t wake up. You take the necklace off and carefully place it around his neck. With one last kiss, you leave your quarters and head for Anakin’s.
Four.
You exhale sharply when you land on your back.
‘And that-’ says Ahsoka’s voice above you. ‘Is how you take someone out when you don’t have your lightsaber on you.’
A small round of applause comes from the younglings you’re teaching. Originally, they were Ahsoka’s class but she asked you to join her in some examples, and you agreed. Though she hadn’t told you just how many times she was going to throw you on the ground.
‘Impressive.’ you say as you take a hold of Ahsoka’s extended hand and allow her to pull you to your feet.
‘All right kids.’ you say to the small group of younglings in front of you. ‘You’ve seen how it works now. Pair up with someone else and go try it out yourselves.’
They all excitedly pair up and get to work. You smile as you watch them struggle, thinking back to your own training sessions as a youngling.
‘I’m pretty sure we weren’t that small when we were younglings.’ you say to Ahsoka. ‘You were.’ she says, making you raise your eyebrows at her. ‘I’m taller than you.’ you protest, making her laugh out loud.
You watch the younglings for a while, correcting them every now and then. They’re very good for kids their age, and you can tell they’re fast learnings. You’re wondering if one of them might become your padawan, and about all the things you could teach them.
Just as Ahsoka tells everyone to take a break while she explains the next useful movement, the door to the training hall opens.
The clones didn’t train much in the Temple’s halls, but they did on the occasion theirs was too crowded. Or if they had been near the Temple and didn’t feel like traveling far.
A couple of the 501st have entered the room, and you scan their faces for Rex. He’s the last one to enter and you smile at him as he makes his way toward you. When he’s almost reached you, he takes off the necklace.
Just as he hands it to you, one of the younglings gasps loudly.
‘You’re Captain Rex of the 501st!’ he says.
Rex looks at him and nods. ‘That’s right kid. Keep up your training and I might see you out on the front some day.’ he says and the younglings look up at him in awe.
You chuckle at their reaction and shoot Rex a wink. He smiles at you, waves at Ahsoka, and then returns to his brothers to start their training session.
Five.
You don’t get a lot of free time nowadays. So when you do, you use it well. You’re currently in the gardens, meditating.
When you were younger, you didn’t like meditating very much. You would much rather be working on your lightsaber skills, than sitting in one spot of hours.
But as you got older, you realised the importance of connecting with the Force, and you started to appreciate alone time more.
Luckily, the gardens weren’t very crowded when you arrived. You took place in your favourite spot, closed your eyes and slowed your breathing.
After a while, you noticed other people’s presences in the force fading away one by one. Until you could feel no one else’s presence, and it was just you.
You’re unaware how much time has passed, when you sense a familiar presence coming closer.
You smile, but keep your legs crossed and your eyes closed. You hear footsteps coming closer, until they come to a stop right next to you.
There must be no one else watching, because you feel how Rex presses a kiss to your cheek. You then feel something cold be placed carefully around your neck. You smile again and after another kiss to your cheek, Rex leaves again, and you continue your meditation.
Six.
This war had taken too much from too many people. Everyone was tired of it, and everyone just wanted it to end. You were tired, too. You’d seen too many of your friends die, and too many innocent people you couldn’t save.
You weren’t a soldier. You’re a peacekeeper. But you can’t remember the last time you actually referred to yourself as one, let alone feel like it.
Still, the war raged on, like a hot fire turning everything in its path into ashes, leaving nothing but grief and sorrow behind. The war was unforgiving, merciless, swallowing everyone and everything in its path.
You couldn't stand by and watch anymore. Especially when all the fighting got too close for your taste.
You'd been sent to a planet you visited a lot when you were a child. It was a peaceful, neutral planet. Until the Separatists came to claim it. The planet's original inhabitants didn't have the proper training or recourses to fight, so the Republic sent you and your men there.
When you got to the planet it was nothing but chaos. The Separatists had wanted to take control of the planet for its strategic location. It seems they would do anything to get their hands on it.
Including wiping out an entire race of people.
You couldn't let that happen. You had been right there to see so many people get injured or killed because of the Separatists. You wouldn't stand by and watch yet another peaceful planet be taken.
The Separatists were using a new kind of droid, one that could follow orders all at once because of one single command center. You'd sent your men to keep fighting on the front lines, and to protect the people.
You would disarm the command center, so their commands couldn't get to the droids on the battlefield.
But you weren't an expert on shutting down such a massive command center on your own. While thinking back to all the happy memories you made in the past when you visited this planet, the only option you could think of was to blow up the entire command center.
You didn't have any explosives on you, so you decided to fling both of your lightsabers into the power generator. At the time, you didn't even know if it would work. Turns out it did. Maybe it worked a little too well.
The blast was enormous. You successfully blew up the entire command center, and your men could pick the droids off like target practice.
But when your second in command didn't hear back from you, he sent a few men to go and look for you.
They found you near the center of the blast, severely injured and barely alive.
They rush you back to the ship and on the way back to Coruscant, while the medical droids aboard the ship do the best they can. But they're losing you, and it's unwise to move you at this point, so they keep you aboard the ship.
Having heard of your state, both Anakin and Ahsoka rushed to the ship you're on in the hangar.
They watch anxiously as the medial droids fuss over you. Ahsoka can see your body is as good as lost, but she can still sense your presence in the Force. It's all she can hold on to.
Meanwhile, Anakin is trying to get a hold of Rex. He'd been suspecting something was going on between you and his captain. He figured if anyone needed to be there, it's Rex.
'Yes?' says Rex when he finally answers his comm.
'Rex, you need to get here.' says Anakin, voice slightly breaking as he talks. He was so terrified to lose you.
'Everything alright, sir?' says Rex.
'It's Y/N.' says Anakin.
Rex is quiet for a while.
'Rex?' says Anakin.
'Where is she?' asks Rex, and they can all hear how he tries to keep his voice steady.
'On the ship in the hangar. They just arrived but they can't move her.' says Anakin.
'I'm on my way.' says Rex.
Anakin knew for a fact Rex was nowhere near the hangar, but he arrives there in mere minutes. He must have ran all the way here.
Ahsoka stops Rex before he can enter the room you're in. Rex is breathing heavily, pressing a hand to his side which is aching from the sprinting.
'Rex.' says Ahsoka softly. 'She's not-'
But Rex doesn't let her finish, he pushes her aside and enters the room.
He nearly breaks at the sight of you. Rex blindly reaches for something to steady him as he stumbles on his feet, and Anakin catches his arm.
Rex' eyes fill with tears as he looks at you.
This is not how he remembers you. This is not how you looked when you cheerfully waved him goodbye as your ship took off.
The robes you always wear are covered in dust and ashes. There's burn marks all over them. On some places, the fabric of the robes was completely gone, showing the burn wounds on your skin.
The side of your head is crusty with a mixture of dried blood and dirt. One side of your body is littered in bruises, from where you must have hit a wall.
'There was a blast.' mumbles Anakin. 'She blew up the generator and disarmed all of the droids. She saved an entire planet from the Separatists.'
Rex presses a hand to his mouth and mumbles something in Mando'a which Anakin doesn't understand.
He slowly approaches the bed, one hand reaching out to hold yours. His other hand is clutched around the necklace he wears.
This wasn't happening. You still had to win the war, get your own apartment for the two of you, tell war stories to new friends. This couldn't be the end of your story. This couldn't be his last memory of you.
Rex lets go of your hand to stroke your cheek.
Anakin and Ahsoka leave the room, giving Rex a moment of privacy.
'Wake up, mesh'la.' says Rex softly, voice breaking at almost every word he says. 'Wake up so I can give you the necklace. You promised you'd always be there to take it from me when we'd see each other.'
And you do wear the necklace one more time. Rex slid it around your neck, and buried it along with your body.
And every battle he fights in the future, he does in the name of his beloved General Y/L/N. There was no reason to keep it a secret any more. He'd dedicate every single fight to you. He owed you that much. He kept your memory alive.
Every night, his heart aches because of the absence of your shared necklace. The absence of your love, and your promise to always be there.
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit
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05aaphrodite · 3 years
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I can't let you escape, not even to your own world
Pairings:Yandere! Venti x reader
Warnings:4th wall breaking,Slight crack fic,Reader death
(Plz don't let my friends see this lmao)
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I chug all of my soda then slam it on the table "Aight, let's go farm for Venti's talent mats" I grabbed my controller then push the left joystick forward, after all of these grinding... I finally manage to get him on his rerun, I was skeptical that he would come home but surprisingly, I did a single pull then I got him, I'm grateful that I got my dream team, Xiao,Diluc,Venti,Bennett I will be saving for a Klee rerun.
My phone beeped a notification, I peek at it and it's my friend gc, I put down my controller then grab my phone
(A/n: Btw, the gc is based of my friend gc lol)
❀Genshin Gang❀
Diluc's hairtie
Y'ALL GUESS WHAT??
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Albedo simp
OMGGGGGG CONGRATS BHIEEE
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CONGRATSSSSS
Xiao come home plz
I TOLD YA, YOU WILL GET HIM
Ventea
Hope all😭😭
VENTI CAME HOME
BROOOO CONGRATS OMG
ZHONGLI COME HOME
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JK JK CONGRATS TOO
Diluc's hairtie
I was losing hope until I wished one more time😭
ZHONGLI COME HOME
CONGRATSSSS AGAIN, AND TO Y/N, BOTH OF YOU GOT VENTI
VENTI CAME HOME
THANKS PALL
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Now my Zhongli is happy :D
Diluc's hairtie
YESSES
A smile plastered on my face, I'm so happy for them! My attention was stolen when Venti decides to say his idle line "Come on Traveler, let's go! The world is full of lost ballads just waiting to be rediscovered." I put my phone down then grab my controller again "Ok ok, I will pay attention to you now" I chuckled humorously "Good! Just don't make me murder your friends."
The moment he said that line, my thumb suddenly stopped pushing the joystick, did he just..... did I just heard that right? Murder... your friends? What does he mean by that? Someone never mentioned this voiceline of his, I should check the character icon. I clicked on the character icon then proceed to his voicelines, I checked every details but I can't seem to find it, maybe it's a bug? The fact that I was talking to my friends.... maybe Mihoyo intended it?
I shrugged my shoulders then continue to the domain to farm for talent materials. After countless of grinding, I started to have fun with his wind current while harassing random hilichurls for fun, I made him sat at the Barbatos statue "You finally came home..." I smiled as I touch the screen, Venti looked at the camera then smiled "That's so cute! He smiles when he looks at at camera!" I awed, I continue to fawn over him.
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I woke up by the sound of my ps4 opening, the bright light illuminated my body, and to my surprise, my ps4 opened by itself "What the fuck?" I stood up from the bed then went to investigate it. The creepiest thing is that Venti is the only one in my party, and he is sitting at barbatos' hands, and then I remembered the hacked accounts in genshin, this could be a sign..
I hurriedly grab my controller then check my characters, all of them were Venti! I can't find a single character other than him! What's going on!? I check my weapons but they are okay, I checked my profile and nothing changed but my icon was set to Venti, i checked my primogems and fate but nothing changed, in fear of getting hacked, I contacted Mihoyo for customer support, I can't lose Xiao, I whaled for him! I restarted my ps4 then go back to sleep, in hopes that it will be resolved next morning.
I rubbed my eyes then stretch my arms wide, I look at my ps4 then my phone, I grab my phone then text on the gc
❀Genshin Gang❀
VENTI CAME HOME
Guyssss, something weird happened yesterday 
ZHONGLI COME HOME
Why?
VENTI CAME HOME
My ps4 opened by itself and Venti was the only one in my party, I tried to change my party set back to normal but all of them were Venti
Albedo simp
Welp, sounds like a bug
But hey, freemogems :D
VENTI CAME HOME
My weapons and primogems were untouched but the weird thing is that my character icon is set to Venti, but I didn't change it
This is like a Ddlc reference lmaooo
Xiao come home plz
Aight, time to report to Mihoyo for free 600 primogems 
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Be careful, maybe you're getting hacked? You should change your password incase
VENTI CAME HOME
Yep bro, I will change it
I put my phone down then open my ps4, I prayed to myself that everything is back to normal. Happiness washed over me when I saw that my original party is deployed "must've been a crazy bug.." I chuckled, I change my icon back to Xiao then continue with the grinding "Ooohhh timmie's birds" I smirked, I switched to Xiao then climb the nearest cliff, I glide then plunge on the birds "Free fowls!!" I exclaimed then claim the fowls, my character suddenly switched  back to Venti, I didn't even press anything other than claim fowls "You know I'm getting impatient.." Venti said, again this was not even in his voice lines, then I notice that something is odd with my venti, he kept saying weird lines everytime my attention is drifted to somewhere else, could it be Mihoyo's doings? I hope so, I don't want a ddlc fiasco again.
After farming for his ascension materials, I quit genshin then read some fanfictions in Tumblr, I came across a Kaeya fanfic then proceed to read the contents. All of a sudden, my ps4's screen started to distort, my eyes widened at the sight of it, then a bright light surrounded me, making my head dizzy
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"Traveler, you're awake" I woke up to a familiar voice reaching my ears, I blinked my eyes slowly to realize that I'm not in my room, where am I? My jaw dropped when the person I saw in my eyes is none other Venti, this is impossible! He's not real! "Venti...?" I tilt my head in confusion, there's no way this is real.... this must be a dream! The bard showed a genuine smile before putting down his lyre "I'm happy that you pulled for me, I will go crazy if you pulled for him instead, hehe." Venti had a patronizing smile after that, my eyes widened as I sat up "Venti? There's no way that you're real!" I said, feeling my empty pockets, Venti sighed as he stood up, he had his lyre in his hand "Come on Traveler, let's go celebrate the windblume festival." the God reached out his hand, I was reluctant to respond to his offer, he seems a bit suspicious to me, considering my ps4 sucked me in Teyvat. Not to mention, he said these weird lines when I was communicating with my friends, and my controller would move on its own when I'm playing another character "What are you waiting for?" A smile was om his lips, I took his hand then stood up "Ok, let's go." Venti giggled as he led me in Mondstadt, I gaze behind to see the Vennessa tree.
No way.... all of this seemed real... the designs.... the npcs.... all of them are accurate! The only difference is that I don't see control menu "Isn't it beautiful? Traveler?" Venti turned to me, I nodded with hesitant. As my eyes scanned the whole city, Fischl and Bennett were talking to each other, Kaeya,Rosaria, and Diluc at the same table, although Diluc seems poker faced, Barbara was performing for the crowd, Jean and Lisa are eating together, Albedo,Sucrose, and Timaeus are experimenting,Amber is seen gliding, everything seemed lively more than the actual game.... "Come on Traveler!" The bard took my hand without giving me time to consent.
The rustling sounds of the leaves snap me back to reality, it still feels like a dream, did Mihoyo said something about this? The atmosphere is so lively and different "Uh oh woahhh!! Watch out!" Amber then crashed into Noelle, I giggled slightly then turn to the bard who was playing the lyre for a small crowd, as the sweet melodious tone halt to stop, the crowd clapped their hands, I smiled a little bit as I made my way towards him "Did you like it?" Venti inquired, I nodded then smiled, the bard chuckled as he took my hand then led me somewhere.
I realized we were getting far away from the festival, perturbation washed over me "Venti.... where are we going?" sweat dropped on my temples, Venti looked at me with a menacing smile "Somewhere..." 
He led me to starsnatch cliff, the breeze of the wind soothes my nostrils, I can't believe all of these are real.... Venti picked a Cecilia flower then hand it to me, I narrowed my eyes "Are you really.... real?" I gaze at his eyes 
"I'm aware that all of us are just video game characters, that's why I'm a God"
My eyes widened as he said that, he tucked the cecilia behind my ear "Y/n, will you stay here forever..?" The bard took both of my hands, his puppy eyes gleaming, I do want to visit Genshin.... but that does not mean I will abandon my world 
"Venti.... I have my friends and family there..." I said, I averted my gaze to the floor, his grip on me got tighter "Y/n, your world does not need you" his tone was a mix of devastate and anger "All you need is me, you belong here" 
My eyebrows furrowed, what does he mean by that!? "No! I can't just leave everyone! My friends care about me!"  I screamed in frustration. He then uses his anemo powers on me that sent me flying through the air "Arghh! Let me go!!" I desperately try to break free
"Don't you see that I love you? I don't like it when you control me everyday" Venti was feigning sadness on his tone 
"Because you're never real!" I retorted back, a grin was marked on his face "I ever regret pulling for you!" I yelled. The bard went closer then cup my cheeks "So? You already got me, you did this to yourself" then his hands swayed, causing me to fall of the cliff, my life flashed before me, this is it....
"May your soul rest in this game"
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