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ookami-tsun · 3 years

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Could you do Tartaglia x Reader? Back when Tartaglia used to be Ajax, Ajax was completely smitten with the reade. However, he was too nervous to admit his love for her.

First love

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Hello~ this story is uneditted~ ( i didn't have time to read and edit this but i did have time to help refine tsun's original idea but she is the one who makes it come to life... im only gud at ideas :p -ookami )

"Y/N!"

I turned around hearing a familiar yet long gone voice... Belonging to someone who left this place long ago.

Seeing brownish hair at the lower area of my vision, I glanced down to find that this someone is kneeling down in a proposal style

"A-ajax?! Didn't you go off to train?"

"I am done with my training..." Ajax look at me while blushing as he brought a bouquet behind him and offered it to me. "I am here to fulfil our promise..."

"..Promise...?" I folded my arms and brought on hand up to support my chin as I search my memory "Do you mean the one where I told you that I will marry you when you grow taller than me?"

Thinking back... It was when Ajax was 12 years old and I was 15 years old. I have never ever thought that he would really remember a promise we made at such a young age.

This reminded me of how cute Ajax was when he was just a small cutie who was strangely attached to me, trying to understand and imitate whatever I am doing. I used to want to kidnap him every time he gave me that cute smile...

Cough...! Let's get back to the main point..

This promise was made after this incident when he tried to stand up against bullies even though he was half their size... A cute shy boy who was skinny and soft, with no muscles to fight. But his spirit was stronger than anyone that I have met...

Flashback

It happened during a regular normal afternoon in Snezhnaya, where cold wind blew from all direction and one has to constantly keep moving to keep themselves warm...

...

"Y/N!" someone called out to me while rushing towards me while holding some flowers in his hands

"Ajax! You are early today... And you bring flowers again? You brought so much that my house would soon overflow with flowers" I smiled at him as I softly knock my knuckles on his forehead and his cheeks turned slightly red, such a cute boy, blushing when others talk to him.

"B-but you said not to bring chocolates to you...So... A-anyways, what are you doing today?" Ajax asked me as he peek into my bucket as I stopped in front of him while carrying a bucket and fishing rod.

"Ah, Ajax..." I messed up his hair with my hand as he leaned into the bucket, which is filled up "Wanna come? I going to cook the fishes I caught"

"Fish...?! I want to eat!" he stared at the fishes as he started to look like a cat that is can't wait to have a bite.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he quickly grab the bucket claiming that "I want to help you" before pulling on my arm to rush to my house and as we walk, I decided to talk to Ajax as a caring older "sibling"

"Hey, how is your training? I heard that-"

Suddenly I felt a force that pushed me really hard towards Ajax and I tried to avoid falling towards him, which caused me to...

"Ouch!" I massaged my ankle as I turn towards the cause of my injury.

... It is the school bully who always managed to avoid getting into troubles, in one way or another

"Oh... Look at this, isn't this, stupid little kid who always acting like they are too high to talk to us peasants...? Someone that is not taught to understand simple respect... Y/N, didn't I tell you that you should give me, your master, whatever your caught when you go ice fishing..." he laughed and started to pull on my hair and patting my cheeks before slapping hard after squatting down. "Call me master and apologize for not listening to simple command!"

"..L-let go of Y/N!"

Ajax started to push the bully, trying to stop him from harming me any further, causing the bully to fall on the ground, bringing himself to the bully's attention.

"You shitty brat! Another idiot that yet to be taught! You will not get away with this!" he quickly stood up and grab Ajax collar, pulling him away from the ground and started punching him.

This caused Ajax to struggle moving vigorously which ended up with Ajax kicking the bully's family jewel by chance, causing the fall of the evil man.

"Fuck you, asshole!" the bully squat down in pain as he covered his jewels, hoping to relief the pain, yet unable to touch as it will make the pain more obvious. "How... How dare you!!"

As the bully roll around in pain, I pulled Ajax into my arms, trying to protect him if the bully managed to stand up and try to hit him.

Lucky for us, when Ajax managed to kick his balls and causing him to scream, it attracted the adults' attention and the bully was brought somewhere probably to get punishment while we were brought to my house to treat our injuries.

....

"Ah..Be more gentle! It hurts!" Ajax protest as I wipe the blood away from his face, he went silent before spitting something out onto his own palm... His tooth.

"Look! You lost your tooth over this... Next time, don't try to be brave if you meet someone that is stronger than you, or.." I brush the cotton over another cut on his face earning a whimper from him. "... become strong enough that you can protect you and your family..."

"Protect... my family..."

Ajax suddenly went quiet glancing on the floor before glancing up to look at me in the eyes, showing determination that I have never seen before, shining in his eyes.

"Y/N... Then, when I grow stronger, will you marry me?" he grabbed my hand in his smaller and softer hands, "I will protect you, so that no one will be able to harm you... Will you be my wife?"

I smiled at him as I secretly awed in my heart "Ajax... If you remember what you said after you grow up, I will marry you "

This is probably one of those talks that children... To think I get to hear this from Ajax... He is so cute!

... Present

"Well, I never imagine that you would ever remember this promise and came back to fulfil it"

I snicker as I use the back of my hand to cover my mouth.

"Y/N! Please take me seriously, I am really serious when I made the promise..." he said as he gave a pout

Ajax who is currently holding my hand in his, made me realize that Ajax who was shinny little cutie is now grown taller than me and matured into handsome and responsible young man. This shows me that he was not blabbering about the promise like a kid that was randomly talking their mouth off: he is determined to take me as a wife.

I cleared my throat as I turn back to face him, this movement of mine was noticed by him who repeated his proposal as he started to look more nervous than before with every second.

He hesitated for awhile before pulling me into a hug. As I feel his muscular body from where we are touching, he started talking and I could feel his tenseness "Now, I am taller and strong enough to protect my family... So will you give me the honor of becoming your family?"

I started feeling that my cheeks are getting warm and I buried my face into his chest... No one else that proposed to me before made my heart beat so fast.

"Will you marry me... Ojou?"

My heart beats for just one person... Ajax... My Ajax

"Sure... Please take care of me, dear husband"

I know that he will never mistreat me and will always treat me as his treasure... Just like a dragon that will fiercely protect their heirloom

#Genshin impact #Genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin ajax #Genshin tartaglia #Genshin childe #genshin fluff #First love #requested #Crush

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falsegoodnight · 3 years

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these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, podfics, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with *.

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 25th and any fics read after will be included in next month’s fic rec list because otherwise this is going to be obnoxiously long.

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main list ~

✰ black cherries and chocolate by @harryanthus | NR | 666 (intense and jarring in the best way. this leaves you with that heart-racing feeling and panic crawling up your throat)

There is something or well, someone in the walls.

✰ keep secrets just to keep you by @hadestyles | T | 1k (loved this so much!! and need 1000000 more royalty abos from rori immediately)

“With the elements as my witness, I take you to be my husband. My heartbeat begins with you and ends with you, Louis Tomlinson.” Louis sinks to his knees as well, salty tears mixing with the pure rainwater. “And I take you as mine. My heart beats for you and with you.”

✰ bitter coffee and sweet love by @dontfuckwithmyotp | G | 1k (so cute and sweet!! proud of you ari for getting your first fic out and excited to see what you do next!)

“Hello! Welcome to The Busy Bean! Are you new?” Louis blinked in surprise at the voice and looked around to find the source. “Behind you,” The person tapped his shoulder once and he whirled around at the unexpected touch.

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to interrupt a person—” His rant stopped when he finally faced them. It was a guy—Harry Styles, according to his small black name tag. His eyes widened in embarrassment.

✰ turn your mic off, baby by @vogueharrystan | E | 2k (i love when lilli writes harry’s pov. this was so hot!)

Louis walks around the house naked all day and ignores Harry to play video games instead. Harry gets tired of it.

✰ This Could Be Love by mulletharry | G | 2k (such a cute and perfect little valentine’s day fic! put the biggest smile on my face <3)

Harry and Louis have been together for four months. They spend their first Valentine’s Day together.

✰ you appear as my soul by @hadestyles | T | 2k (so gorgeous and raw)

He aches — not as much as Louis, he could never imagine all that he bears quietly — and as cruel as it sounds, it keeps reminding him of how fragile they are.

✰ the energy from your body by sweetielouis | E | 3k (hilarious, hot, and cute!)

Harry and his friends have a popular podcast, for the Valentines Day special they get a bit drunk and talk a bit too comfortably about their friends arses.

It's a good thing Louis doesn't mind it all that much.

✰ look how i remember by @harryanthus | M | 4k (this left me speechless and aching)

He hates it, he wants to scream and tell Harry as much. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me as if we are in love. Kiss me like you will never do it again. Kiss me with so much hatred that it turns back to love.

✰ Things Unsaid by @londonfoginacup | G | 5k (so so cute and funny!!)

"That chunky oversized sweater is like a clown outfit made for winter."

It feels like time slows down.

Those words echo in his mind, familiar. Why are they familiar? The— the sweater he saw last week. The one with all the knit squares.

The train slows to a stop and Louis just— he doesn’t move. He feels frozen in place as people surge around him. Suddenly everyone is moving too fast and then just as suddenly the car is near empty, taking off again.

The man is gone.

His soulmate is gone.

✰ reckless serenade by @thepolourryexpress | E | 4k (adorable and funny and amazing!)

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

✰ dancing in the moonlight by @outropeace | E | 5k (need 100k more of this immediately, thanks. so wonderful)

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

✰ The truth is, the stars are falling by larrysbeanies | E | 5k (hot!!! walking-in trope that i love so much)

Harry knows Louis is gay. Hell, he came out to Harry exactly two months ago (when the dreadful dry spell started) because it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that his one night stands were men. And, you know, they’re best friends so there aren’t supposed to be secrets and all that.

Thing is, Louis told Harry he’s gay ergo, Harry is aware that Louis likes men. Why the fuck did he act so normal while fingering him three days ago, then? Is this something straight guys do to their gay best friends in Harry’s world?

Louis would really like to know.

✰ to be used and to be in love by @thelesserneptune | E | 5k (blessed that this is a series. really hot and cute!)

Louis doesn't know why his filthy best friend turned into a vanilla boyfriend and thinks of the perfect birthday present to solve that problem.

✰ on the borderline by @princelouisau | E | 8k (the way danielle writes... poetry. this broke me down and then stitched me back up <3)

Louis makes his choice.

✰ One Step Closer by agrinwithouthiscat | G | 12k (reading asexual hl fics is instant comfort and this was lovely)

The one fake relationship AU where they don't end up together.

✰ i glow pink in the night by @raspberryoatss | E | 12k (hybrid louis perfection, beautiful writing, characters, and story as always!)

Harry reads a lot of articles about hybrids and Louis is determined to prove them wrong.

✰ The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by @speakingwithink | G | 13k (asexual hl again! this one made me cry)

Louis sits on his hands to stop them from shaking as he adds, ‘and I’m ace.’ If only he had glitter, he thinks. Coming out deserves a bit of sparkle.

✰ Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou | M | 13k (enemies with benefits to lovers goodness! so hot and entertaining)

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

✰ hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas | NR | 16k (this writer’s atmosphere/prose draws me in every time. such a lovely story)

Harry's in the army, Louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

✰ The Future is Now by @jacaranda-bloom | E | 16k (love fics in this five times format and this one was so unique and cool!! and the friends to lovers aspect = chef’s kiss)

Five times Louis follows the fortunes to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him the whole time.

✰ Visceral Heat & Carnal Highs by @theisolatedlily | E | 18k (the prose in this... gorgeous. so fucking good and addicting. delighted that there’s going to be a sequel and excited for whatever lily does next!)

Louis is a demon at a house party prowling for a meal, indulging in horrendous sins to satisfy his hunger. Harry is the talk of the night, beckoning all eyes on him and the reason why Louis’s plan goes awry.

✰ deFENCEless by @solvetheminourdreams | T | 27k (this was so cute and so funny and i had the biggest smile on my face the entire time. not surprised since stef always evokes that in me with her writing)

When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

✰ darling, you give love a bad name by snowcaplou | M | 29k (been waiting for this one since summer and i wasn’t disappointed! so wonderful and real!)

Louis’ has been best friends with Gemma all his life in this stupid little town he’s grown to hate. What happens when, after one night together with his best friend’s brother, he falls pregnant? Surrounded by small minds and conservative cultures, Louis has to deal with parents that demand they do the “right” thing. Get married before anybody finds out.

✰ The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson* by @helloamhere | T | 31k (will never not be an all-time favorite. louis’ character is my absolute favorite - gothic heroine indeed - and harry is the best dramatic gay ghost ever <3)

Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

✰ begged and borrowed time by @bottomlwt | M | 40k (this concept was so unique and so cool!! loved the medieval setting and the time travel and how everything fit together in the end!!)

“It wasn’t until 1568 that it became time for Prince Harry to find a queen and prepare to rule. However, the day he was set to choose his bride-to-be, he mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again despite the multiple search parties that went on through the years. To this day, historians still do not know what happened with the infamous Prince Styles case..."

✰ Lidocaine and Palm Trees.* by @daddyharrie | E | 45k (definition of ris comfort read - on nth reread and still love it wholly. makes me miss la which is an astonishing feat in itself)

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

✰ haunted by the ghost of you* by @missandrogyny | E | 49k (perhaps my favorite fic of all time? the humor, the characters, the angst?!?! all the britney spears!! and pink ouija boards and wikihow!!)

He’s tall—that’s the first thing that registers in Louis’ head when he spots him, standing with his hands behind his back. Tall, with curly hair, staring at them with the widest, greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. And wait, are those dimples? Louis didn’t know ghosts could have dimples.

Because he’s definitely a ghost, this boy. At first glance he looks normal, standing there pigeon-toed in a band shirt (The Ramones, Louis can’t help but note incredulously), dark jeans, and some boots, with rings on both hands, and tattoos littering his left arm—a sleeve made of anchors and names and roses and other completely unrelated things. But he’s also a little bit translucent; if Louis focuses, he can see the outline of the furniture, the design of the wallpaper through him.

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

✰ like real people do by @eeveelou | E | 64k (this was... so amazing. the characters were so wonderfully written and so was the journey of healing and growth that louis undertakes over the story :’) loved the contrast between l and h’s lives and how they fit into each other still so perfectly)

Jessica Jones AU in which the dead stay where they belong, featuring Zayn as the high-powered lawyer with a hopeless crush on his assistant Liam, Niall as the constantly stoned but strangely insightful neighbor, Harry as Manhattan’s media darling, and Louis as the never-was hero who’s just trying to pick up the pieces.

✰ Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule | T | 93k (i actually can’t remember if i’ve read this before??? either way - it was wonderful! loved the setting and atmosphere and the supernatural elements! i was so intrigued from the first sentence onwards)

Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

podfics ~

✰ tall stories on the page by @soldouthaz & read by @softlouislove | T (hannah’s voice is so lovely and perfect for reading aloud - and ofc the fic itself is amazing)

Harry's tired of being interviewed by people that only care about the same pointless gossip. Louis is a nice change of pace.

wips ~

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 60k | 6/16 (just caught up fully today but i’m really enjoying everything! this is everything i’ve ever wanted in a fantasy fic)

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 39k | 3/10 (having a blast reading this one!! i’ve never seen the bachelor in my life but in fic-format, it’s so fun!)

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

✰ The Night Still Whispers Sins of Old by @toomanydreamers | E | 6k | 2/? (loving this so much, as expected. can’t wait to see how everything unfolds)

Two and a half years have passed since the fateful day when Louis and Harry were crowned Triwizard champions. Confronted with misunderstandings, wounded pride and heartache, Louis stumbled away from the possibility of a future relationship with Harry. Instead, he buried himself into relentless work as a junior Auror and refused to let himself be vulnerable with another person. Circumstances change that force Louis to confront his feelings - and Harry. Stolen glances, picnics at sunrise, thrilling adventures, original spellwork, midnight feasts, soft lips and cautious second chances culminate in an unforgettable mission - but will it be enough to mend their relationship?

non-1d ~

✰ like a bullet needs a gun by @millsxwriting | T | 21k | wilds au (despite me having no context, mills still got me to fall in love with toni and shelby. this was so cute and lovely!!)

Toni doesn’t expect to fall for anyone in her senior year. Least of all for Shelby Goodkind, the new girl that arrived in town just before the end of summer. In fact, Toni can’t even look at her for longer than two seconds, or listen to more than three sentences coming out of her mouth without wanting to accidentally push her off a cliff.

Cue a group project and endless bickering, and suddenly Toni finds herself with an unbearable crush.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#fic recs #my fic recs #28th appreciation #february recs #2021 recs #february 2021 recs #scheduled

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ficforce · 3 years

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Treat Me Well

Sagamiya Konro x Reader SFW No set timeline New relationship

“You overdid it again, Konro-san…” Y/N pushed the shoji door shut and came to kneel at his side, a fresh flannel for his head and some tea on her tray, “I wish you would be more careful, Benimaru is supposed to be a grown-ass man, let him get his ass kicked occasionally.”

Konro sat up and sent her a small smile, “I don’t mind Waka getting beaten up - It’s just he tends to take out half the blocks when he does…”

“So you were protecting Asakusa from him? Such a brave man!” They fell into a long moment of silence as Y/N carefully removed the medical patches from his tephrosis, she had done it many times before as the GuardHouse’s medical staff. She had been patching the Hikeshi up for as long as she could remember and Konro required daily treatment for his shoulders, “You’re still hot.”

“That’s good to know, here I thought I was looking old.” He saw her raise her hand to give him a playful smack, flinching as he expected her to come down on his wounds - instead, there was a sting to her thigh as she remembered last minute not to hit his shoulder. Konro looked at her with a relieved sigh.

She had changed course seconds before remembering. “I meant your skin, give me a minute.”

The woman got up and left the room, Konro watched after her and picked up his tea, picking up the scent of some sort of medicine mixed in. He also spotted the small cube of sugar she left to help combat the bitter taste that would be left on his tongue. Y/N was so thoughtful when it came to treating others, Konro used to hate being treated for the tephrosis. It was painful and it reminded him how useless he was as a defender now - a samurai who couldn’t fight. At least he had killed the bastard who had said that to him with ease.

Y/N made it bearable though, she changed the patches with ease and distracted him with playful banter, often teasing him or asking his advice, usually something he really had to think about. He never felt weak with her around, she wouldn’t let him dwell on those kinds of things. “I’m back.” “So I see.”

“You’re a real pain, you know that?” She placed the cooling blanket over his shoulders and sat down by his side to wait for it to take effect, “Can I ask your advice?” Y/N started slowly, “Relationship advice?”

He felt an odd churning in his gut when she said that, that wasn’t overly new, he felt it more and more lately, especially when she spoke about other men or was being too friendly with one. “Sure… Though I’m not exactly the best person to ask.”

“I don’t know about that, you and Benimaru have been together a long time, I would have probably have killed him in his sleep several times over.”

“Waka doesn’t sleep, he takes small naps whilst standing,” he watched her hide a laugh and wanted so badly to brush her hair behind her ear, “Besides, that’s more sibling relationship or fed up caretaker and brat master. Have you… have you met someone you like?” Konro thought those words tasted more bitter than the medicine. She was a member of their squad, she didn’t fight fires or infernals but she took care of their injuries and complaints. This didn’t feel like the usual feelings he had for his comrades and he was having trouble separating her from his thoughts more lately.

Y/N fidgeted a little, keeping her hands busy with the edge of her yukata, “I suppose so. You wouldn’t like him.” His eyebrows rose a little and she continued despite his badly held in judgment, “He’s just my type - tall, broad and he’s smart too. Gentle, patient and reliable…”

“Sounds like the worst kind of scum, stay clear.” Konro smiled when she did, if this person was as she was describing then he would be pleased for her… wouldn’t he? “So what advice do you need? All you need to do is walk up to the guy and smile - you’ll knock him off his feet.” He finally caved and reached for that stray hair, his fingers brushing it behind her ear and tried not to linger. Tried not to believe that she might have leaned into the touch. “Y/N, you’re a kind woman, you’re dutiful and if they don’t like you back, me and Waka can have a word.”

“Thank you, Konro-san,”

“I keep telling you, just Konro is fine.” Y/N shrugged at him and moved behind to remove the blanket and carefully feel around the charred skin, the palm of her hand pressed to the middle of his back when he inhaled too sharply, it hurt but that one touch to steady him was enough to make Konro sit straight again. “So, this advice?”

Y/N waited until she had finished with the patches before grabbing fresh bandages and replying, “I can’t get his attention, he’s very dedicated to his work and he has family responsibilities -”

“He’s got, kids?” He held the end of the bandage in place as she started to wrap him, “Please tell me he isn’t married, Y/N.”

“He’s not married and I suppose you could say they’re like his kids… But that’s not the point. He sees me as a friend and I want to be seen as more than that. He makes my heart beat so fast in my chest and it’s hard not to tremble with how much I want him to just pull me in his arms and… ugh!” Y/N had to chase her thoughts away and concentrate on looking after Konro. “You don’t have to listen to me complain.”

The man turned his body so that he could look at Y/N, “I don’t mind. You listen to me plenty.” He didn’t want to give her advice on how to get this guys attention, he wanted to pull her close and feel her tremble for him… When did he even begin to feel this way? Maybe he had grown comfortable knowing she would always be around but now, now, he feared she would be swept away from him. “…Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“What if he rejects my feelings? It would never be the same again.” She gathered everything up and told him to get some rest, making sure the cool flannel was on his forehead before heading to the door.

“Y/N,” Konro called out, “He’d be an idiot to reject you.”

She smiled and left him to sleep, coming across Benimaru who took the tray from her, “He’s an idiot and you’re a coward.”

“You’re a brat.” — Konro went about the usual daily routine, he swept the Guardhouse entrance, he did his usual sword practice and got Benimaru and the twins to work. Y/N came to help him with his treatment and he broke up at least two fights in the street. He had seen Y/N speaking with a tall man that morning and he wondered if that was the one she liked, Benimaru had told him later that he had felt as if Konro wanted to kill the guy. He realized he was actually jealous and that made him sit down for the longest time and realize that she wasn’t his to get jealous over…

He was going to tell her tonight when she came to help him. Konro didn’t have anything big planned, he was pretty straightforward once he made up his mind. He was going to pull her against him and kiss her. He was going to tell her that he couldn’t bear the thought of someone else having her and that he had been too stupid to realize it.

“Fire!” The bell started above him in the watchtower and Konro got up and out, looking around for a sign of flames and then confirming that it wasn’t an Infernal.

“I’ll go help, Waka.” Konro waved the other man off, “You go make sure that there’s nothing else going on.” He and a few others ran toward the fire and his eyes widened as he realized he knew that block and who lived in it, “Is everyone cleared out of there?”

“Lieutenant!” Water was already dousing the flames but some of the building had caved in on itself, “There’s someone inside, we’re trying to get to them but it’s unstable right now.” He knew it was her, he just knew that Y/N was inside and he barged past them and into the flaming doorway. The insides of the building were twisted and the heat was intense, “Y/N?!” The man shoved a large beam out of the way, his shoulders ached at the strain and his barely suppressed urge to use his ability to get there faster. “Y/N?!”

Her voice came from a side room, “Konro! I…I can’t get out!” Her arm reached out from the blocked doorway, a partial collapse keeping her trapped. When he got to her she caught his hand and he tried to pat off the fire on her skin. Y/N was a second-generation with a high flame resistance but that was about all. Her clothing was burnt and burning, Konro pulled off his coat and passed it through to her.

“Put it on, you’ll start to burn as you run out of oxygen,” The black, protective plate he wore was resistant to the flames but the bandages around him were already smouldering. Konro began clearing the debris, tiles falling in on him as he shifted joists and held it high enough for Y/N to climb out, “This way, quickly!” Y/N looked down at their joined hands as he pulled her toward the exit, his hands were bleeding and his tephrosis was showing where the bandages and patches had burnt up. She let out a scream as the floor buckled under their feet and the walls came in, Konro pulled her to his chest to protect her from what fell.

She stayed wrapped in his arms until suddenly the flames were gone, seemingly sucked up into the air to vanish. Looking up she was caught in a familiar red gaze, the man looking down at them from the hole in the roof, “You both alive?” Came Benimaru’s bored tone, his expression gave away his concern though and Y/N turned her head to meet Konro’s worried eyes. He was searching every millimetre of her, confirming that she wasn’t hurt beyond a few minor burns and scratches.

“Konro…”

Konro didn’t hesitate, he cupped the back of her head and caught her lips with his, kissing her hard enough that she would know how he really felt. His fear, his relief and hopefully he could convey that she was all he need and ever wanted - he wasn’t ever going to let her go. They parted reluctantly and he had the decency to seem apologetic for being so sudden, “I like you, Y/N.”

“Konro…!” She held him tighter and pushed her face into his neck, grateful to be alive and to have him by her side.

A few days later, as she sat in his lap whilst he read a report, the man seemed to remember what started his realization and asked about the man she had been trying to get his advice on, were her affections so easily forgotten? Benimaru had been sitting in the same room, ignoring their cute couple act for the most part, and he had looked up at Konro with such disdain, “She was talking about you, ya moron!”

“But…” he looked down at her confused, “You said kids, right?” Benimaru threw the report he had down with a frustrated growl and stomped out of the room, complaining about Konro being a stupid son of a bitch, “Oi! Waka! Don’t just throw a tantrum and ditch work! Oi!” The shoji door slammed and he gave a frustrated sigh, “It’s like having a… kid. Yeah, I got it now.”

Y/N leaned up and kissed his jaw, “Thank goodness you have other qualities I like.”

#sagamiya konro #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai

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pl-panda · 4 years

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 5

Yet again two chapters in one day... I must stop spoiling you.

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

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“Yes. Our little grown up girl.” Marinette smiled and was about to run, but she heard her mother continue speaking. “But you are still grounded for two weeks.”

“Mom!” She shouted, but smiled and went back to her room.

Next two weeks were disastrous. Lila used Marinette’s absence to spread some nasty rumors and lies about her. Two days. That was more than enough for the whole class to turn against her. The previous incident and Lila’s supposed ‘disability’ was never revealed to the public, so they had no reason to mistrust her. But Marinette was still suddenly ostracized. But the most painful of this was Alya. She suddenly started to despise Marinette. It was like some kind of coping mechanism. Apparently, learning she would never become Rena Rogue again was hard on her too, and then learning that Marinette run away from home (a blatant lie, but Alya did believe) was enough for the aspiring reporter to change. Abandoned by Ladybug, abandoned by best friend, she clinged to what she had left. Alya now followed Lila, who she believed would never just leave her like that. Her and Nino became even more inseparable.

Marinette wanted to give the same explanation, but Lila was faster. ‘ Oh! So even madame Bourgeois doesn’t want you now so you came back with your tail between your legs?’ This sole comment killed any credibility to anything Marinette would say. The rumors that started to spread were awful. Some just outright refused to talk with her, others went as far as to mock the girl or use some inappropriate names toward her. From a popular girl Marinette became a loner. Even her internet boutique was not safe. Dozens of negative reviews spawned out of nowhere. There were more reviews than she ever done commissions. In the end, she had to take the page down to keep at least some of her reputation.

She still had Luka and Kagami, who stayed firmly by her side. But they could not really do anything to help her at school. And then there was Adrien. He was constantly trying to stop Marinette from going against Lila and convince her to just make peace with the girl. She wanted to strangle him. He was nothing like the charming boy who offered her an umbrella on the first day. Something has changed in this forty-eight hours. There was this… weight on his shoulders that was not here before.

Another matter was Chat Noir. When she first met him during a patrol, he threw a hissy-fit that she disappeared for several days. After she (truthfully) explained that she got married, the cat frowned and ran away. Since then, he was not seen. Ladybug had to manage on her own, with occasional help from Viperion and Ryuko. She had to manage. Red Robin would not help in the field, but he kept a steady eye on the city, working day and night trying to figure out who was Hawkmoth. Marinette was actually worried about Tim after she witnessed him drink coffee straight from an ancient jug. He said something about ‘needing inspiration from his ancestors’ which was quite hilarious since the vase was a cheap knock-off bough in one-euro store the previous day.

After a month of this kind of incredible hardship, Marinette had enough. She wanted this school-year to finally be over, but she still had seven more months to go. It pained her that school instead of offering her some help decided to instead follow up on Lila, making it seem like they forgot about her ‘disease’. Madame Bustier constantly demanded of Marinette to be the bigger person and ignore the taunts and headmaster few times threatened to expel her after Lila or the others reported her for bullying.

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Right now she was sitting in the back of the class when Madame Bustier walked with a boy in tow. Marinette instantly recognized him. Damian. He was wearing a dark-gray turtleneck jumper, dark-blue jeans and had his hair gelled back into spikes, revealing his forehead. Strange thing was that he carried a sword with him in addition to school bag.

“Students. Meet Damian Grayson. He is a member of exchange student from United States. Our school was chosen to participate in special program with Gotham Academy. Damian will be learning with us for this semester, and in exchange we will be able to all spend whole next semester in Gotham Academy to see how education differs between countries.”

Immediately, several hands shot up. Teacher chose Alix first, much to Lila’s anger. “It seems strange that just one student comes to us and in exchange we are all going there. Why are you alone?”

Caline was about to speak, but Damian was faster. He answered in perfect French. “Because only I volunteered to leave for half a year. Others were scared when headmaster announced that participants would at the end of semester have to take qualification exams.” His voice was cold and he made it clear he didn’t want more discussion.

“Don’t worry kids, on our side there is no such requirement, but you will have to still take the final exams to graduate into Lycee. Next question? Adrien.” She pointed to the blond boy.

“Why do you carry a sword with you?” He asked, pointing at the long weapon attached to his backpack. It was sheathed, but it was clear it was some eastern sword.

“Because I practice swordfighting.” Was the sole answer.

Marinette could hear some whispers. ‘ Whoa. He is almost as mean as Marinette’. She noticed he also picked this up and growled.

“What can you tell us about yourself?” Nino asked, not waiting for teacher to choose him.

“I am your age. I will be staying with my brother who works in Paris. I like art. I hate physical contact. If you try to touch me, I will throw you out of the window.” He said in completely emotionless voice, almost like this was casual speech he heard every day.

“Wow. You are almost as mean as this bully Marinette.” Alya commented. Damian gritted his teeth. He knew that Marinette was anything but a bully. He checked the files Tim pulled and it only strengthened his opinion on the girl. She was dealing with being bullied by a spoiled brat since she was six, yet she chose not to retaliate and instead try to make friends with the gil. She was class representative, took care of all the trips, volunteered at every possible action. She won several amateur fashion contests and most likely had at least a dozen famous people at speed dial. And yet, no one knew that. She worked under pseudonym to avoid attracting attention. And she was Paris greatest superhero. That was no bully material.

“Alya! Don’t say such things.” Lila scolded her friend. “Just because he is a bit harsh does not mean you should compare him to Marinette.”

There were still several hands in the air and teacher was about to choose next person, but Damian ignored them and walked to the back of the classroom and sat next to Marinette. There were several menacing stares in their direction and Damian held back the urge to scowl. So just because he took the only free place that just happened to be next to this girl, he was now their enemy? His hand kept twitching toward the blade, but he felt Marinette’s hand grab his under the table. She looked him in the eyes like she was trying to tell him that they are not worth it. And to his surprise, it worked. They silently turned back to the teacher who kept explaining the details of the exchange program.

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After the lessons were over, Damian started to pack his bag. His tracer rolled under the desk and he leaned to get it. There were steps rapidly approaching the desk.

“Listen here, Marinette. If you think just because this guy is new you will get him to be your friend, don’t even think about it. Either you stay away of him or I will make both your lives insufferable. I am the queen of this school and you will not oppose me.” The double-faced harlot tried to intimidate his wife. Damian, still under the table grabbed the sword, but from his place he could see Marinette’s face. She was giving him a side-glare telling him that it’s not worth it.

“I don’t control him Lila. Even if I wanted, I think he will do as he please.” Marinette was holding back a smile.

“Face it. I won the war. You have no friends, no name, no business, not even a boyfriend. I took everything from you. And if you continue, I will take your parents’ bakery next. You…” At this moment, Lila saw a silver blur and suddenly she had a blade pressed to her neck. Damian got out from under the table, drew his sword and pinned the girl to the wall in a matter of seconds.

“I think that’s enough. You will leave Marinette’s parents alone and you will not speak to her like this again. Otherwise, you will learn just how proficient I am with the sword. Did I make myself clear?” While Damian was ready to spill some Italian blood, one look at Marinette told him that she would’ve not forgiven him.

Lila eagerly nodded. When he let go of her and sheathed his sword, she scowled at the couple. “Ugh! The two of you are worth one another. It is not over. I will get back at you for this!” And with that, she run away as fast as humanly possible wearing stilettos.

Damian turned to see frowning Marinette. “I had it under control Damian. And what are you even doing here?”

“Sorry I protected you.” He snarled, but then he calmed and his face took more friendly look. At least by his standards, but to most it was still the ‘get the heck away from me if you value your health’ face. Luckily, Marinette wasn’t like the most. “I… I wanted to meet you. As a person I mean.” He said. The french girl looked at him, but said nothing. He decided that it would be best to get this done with. The classroom was a place as good as any. “Look. I know we met in… unusual circumstances. For better or worse, we are now married. But… I wish to try and actually build this relationship.” He spat it out of himself and looked at Marinette.

For a moment, she was confused at what he said, but then it clicked. “Wait. Are you… asking me out?” She said in disbelief

“um… Yes?” Damian said timidly. Why does it have to be so hard?!

“Then okay.” Marinette smiled. This took him by surprise. He half-expected her to reject him, to hate him for this, or to just run screaming like his brothers kept telling him all girls would.

“Really? Just like that?” It was now his turn to ask in disbelief.

“Yeah. I don’t really see why not.” She said smiling. “But I am paying. I don’t want anyone to think I am using you.” She stated firmly. This newfound confidence was a pleasant surprise for Damian. He noticed that while a bit shy and withdrawn, there was a heart of gold and nerves of steel underneath this. Happily, he took her hand and led her to the streets of Paris. Neither of them noticed a teenager in catsuit following them on the rooftops.

“I already lost my Lady. Nobody will take away my princess!”

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hinamesh · 4 years

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“Prince Aegon is a man grown, Princess” (Spoilers)

This post that I made on Reddit but I decided to share it here as well. For those people who think Young Griff/Aegon was just a stupid boy.

It was Lemore who forced the water from your lungs after Griff had pulled you up. You [Tyrion] were as cold as ice, and your lips were blue. Yandry said we ought to throw you back, but the lad [Aegon] forbade it.

Here we've seen a glimpse of his compassionate side. Do not think of him like Joffrey, he gives Tyrion a chance to live on, showing him mercy.

Perhaps you should be the fool instead of me. Trust no one, my prince. Not your chainless maester, not your false father, not the gallant Duck nor the lovely Lemore nor these other fine friends who grew you from a bean. Above all, trust not the cheesemonger, nor the Spider, nor this little dragon queen you mean to marry. All that mistrust will sour your stomach and keep you awake by night, ’tis true, but better that than the long sleep that does not end.”

Meeting Tyrion is truly the turning point of his life. Because of Tyrion he learns to be doubtful and wary of the people around him, he stopped being the naive boy that he once was. As you can see in the future passage after Aegon met with Tyrion, he started to changed.

"I like the sound of that. My army.” A smile flashed across his [Aegon] face, then vanished. “Are they, though? They’re sellswords. Yollo [Tyrion] warned me to trust no one.”

He is not stupid and that naive anymore. He is starting to question stuffs. He didn't ignore Tyrion's advise and actually listen because his advise actually a good one. Showing a bit of his capability as the judge, a skill that needed for a future leader like him.

That dwarf had already planted enough doubts in his young head. “Not every man is what he seems, and a prince especially has good cause to be wary … but go too far down that road, and the mistrust can poison you, make you sour and fearful.” King Aerys was one such. By the end, even Rhaegar saw that plain enough. “You would do best to walk a middle course. Let men earn your trust with leal service … but when they do, be generous and openhearted.”

The boy [Aegon] nodded. “I will remember.”

Fortunately JonCon was on his side, he gave him a wise advise to walk a middle course. I don't think Aegon will walk on the path where he will be distrustful towards everyone like Tyrion's advise, but he will try to be in the middle following JonCon's advise as he said that he will remembered that. This is showing his grown from a boy to a man grown. He has good skill of listening to what is good for him.

This proof with his next action in ADWD, to earn the men's trust.

“The demon road is death. We will lose half the company to desertion if we attempt that march, and bury half of those who remain beside the road. It grieves me to say it, but Magister Illyrio and his friends may have been unwise to put so much hope on this child queen.”

No, thought Griff, but they were most unwise to put their hopes on you.

And then Prince Aegon spoke. “Then put your hopes on me,” he said. “Daenerys is Prince Rhaegar’s sister, but I am Rhaegar’s son. I am the only dragon that you need.”

He is starting to take charge of his own path. The golden company did not just give their allegiance towards Aegon easily, it was Aegon who actually pursued their trust and won it himself, using his words. But some of you quick to dismissed this skill of his.

Griff put a black-gloved hand upon Prince Aegon’s shoulder. “Spoken boldly,” he said, “but think what you are saying.”

“I have,” the lad insisted. “Why should I go running to my aunt as if I were a beggar? My claim is better than her own. Let her come to me … in Westeros.”

Yes, some of you would say he was just being a brat here, but he was not. He was trying to recruit them onto his team, showing his confidence and claim. A bit of pride that a leader must have. And this was actually work. One of the golden company squires, Franklyn Flowers actually bite the idea.

Franklyn Flowers laughed. “I like it. Sail west, not east. Leave the little queen to her olives and seat Prince Aegon upon the Iron Throne. The boy has stones, give him that.”

Aegon is actually earned the man interest and manage to impress him in the process.

“Has the sun curdled your brains, Flowers? We need the girl. We need the marriage. If Daenerys accepts our princeling and takes him for her consort, the Seven Kingdoms will do the same. Without her, the lords will only mock his claim and brand him a fraud and a pretender. And how do you propose to get to Westeros? You heard Lysono. There are no ships to be had.”

“Which plan?” said Tristan Rivers. “The fat man’s plan? The one that changes every time the moon turns? First Viserys Targaryen was to join us with fifty thousand Dothraki screamers at his back. Then the Beggar King was dead, and it was to be the sister, a pliable young child queen who was on her way to Pentos with three new-hatched dragons. Instead the girl turns up on Slaver’s Bay and leaves a string of burning cities in her wake, and the fat man decides we should meet her by Volantis. Now that plan is in ruins as well.

He did not received a full approval of the idea immediately from the group, some did counter his idea, but the other started to question their original plan. Considering Aegon's idea more seriously.

“Prince Aegon,” said Tristan Rivers, “we are your men. Is this your wish, that we sail west instead of east?”

“It is,” Aegon replied eagerly. “If my aunt wants Meereen, she’s welcome to it. I will claim the Iron Throne by myself, with your swords and your allegiance. Move fast and strike hard, and we can win some easy victories before the Lannisters even know that we have landed. That will bring others to our cause.”

These words of his manage to bring the golden company to his cause. He managed to pursue them, they approved his idea, not Varys/Illyrio's plans. An important note that people often forget. It was Aegon who gave the decision for the path to Westeros not someone else.

When all of them began to speak at once, Griff knew the tide had turned. This is a side of Aegon I never saw before. It was not the prudent course, but he was tired of prudence, sick of secrets, weary of waiting.

The side that JonCon himself never have seen before, Aegon capability as a leader who manage to bring men follow his wishes and idea. The tide had turned because of him, he was the one who responsible for the changing plan not JonCon/Illyrio/Varys. I think that was an impressive side of him that we must take note for the future books.

One by one, the men of the Golden Company rose, knelt, and laid their swords at the feet of his young prince[Aegon]. The last to do so was Homeless Harry Strickland, blistered feet and all.

When they knelt before him, it was Aegon's succeed, he earned the men trust. He didn't even ask nor order them to bow and kneel at him, they were doing it because they wanted to.

A solid man, and true, Connington thought as he watched Duck dismount, but not worthy of the Kingsguard. He had tried his best to dissuade the prince from giving Duckfield that cloak, pointing out that the honor might best be held in reserve for warriors of greater renown whose fealty would add luster to their cause, and the younger sons of great lords whose support they would need in the coming struggle, but the boy [Aegon] would not be moved. "Duck will die for me if need be,” he had said, “and that’s all I require in my Kingsguard. The Kingslayer was a warrior of great renown, and the son of a great lord as well.”

This passage again shows that he isn't just a stupid boy, he learns from history and not that naive anymore. He knows what will protect him and not. A man grown who has his own belief and thought of what's right and wrong.

No, I want Duck to stay.” The prince sat. “We’ve been talking with Strickland and Flowers. They told us about this attack on Storm’s End that you’re planning.”

Jon Connington did not let his fury show. “And did Homeless Harry try to persuade you to delay it?”“He did, actually,” the prince said, “but I won’t. Harry’s an old maid, isn’t he? You have the right of it, my lord. I want the attack to go ahead … with one change. I mean to lead it.”

Again, he is not Joffrey who cowardly hides himself behind his army, Aegon takes the initiative to lead himself, ready to risk his own life. (Spoiler TWOW) He does sucessfully doing so based on Arianne II TWOW, where they manage to take Storm's End. I think Lysono Maar has seen his bravery to the point he quicks to defend him from her insult by saying "Prince Aegon is a man grown." which I think as a reader should not dismissed it easily and give him some space to develop as a character.

Bonus, a chapter that showing a glimpse of his fighting skill..

When they fought with mace or blunted longaxe, Ser Rolly’s greater size and strength would quickly overwhelm his charge with swords the contests were more even. Neither man had taken up a shield this morning, so it was a game of slash and parry, back and forth across the deck. The river rang to the sounds of their combat. Young Griff landed more blows, though Duck’s were harder. After a while, the bigger man began to tire. His cuts came a little slower, a little lower. Young Griff turned them all and launched a furious attack that forced Ser Rolly back. When they reached the stern, the lad tied up their blades and slammed a shoulder into Duck, and the big man went into the river

So stop saying he was just a stupid feign boy, he is a character that still growing and hasn’t shown his full potential yet. So please give him a chance to show that in the next book. This person is Dany’s future rival and do you think GRRM will write him as just a lame character? No, I think he won't just throw this chance easily, he will sure use this to make the plot more thicken.

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Ch 1: A Royal Birthday (Kuroken Royalty AU)

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Kuroo had practically lived in the palace all his life. He was born there. That was his biggest pride, something he boasted when he played with the baker and gardener’s children. He’d eaten out of the same jam pot that the royal prince had. Though of course he’d gotten beaten for it by the guard right afterwards, and every time he dared to play with the prince since. He still had the scars to show for it. But his highness insisted. The older he grew, the more he mandated that Kuroo be allowed to visit him in his chambers, eat with him, go horse riding with him. Kenma- he frowned and corrected Kuroo if he called him anything else, yes, Kenma had grown into a very prideful, powerful prince. He was a big man now, sitting in at all the tactical meetings with his parents. Kuroo on the other hand, had been inducted into the king’s army at a young age- he was just sixteen when he’d first seen battle. It was a horrible thing, he’d lost his training partners, his friends, too young and badly fed to survive something like that. But Kuroo. He was a fierce fighter, and he’d promised Kenma that he would come back with nothing more than a broken nose. Kenma had been relieved that his nose was in fact, very intact. His handsome face hadn’t been harmed in any way- but his arms had gashes, his body slashed in places that would not heal fast. But this had been his life. And a better life than he was used to. The army’s soldiers were treated with more respect than most- they had better food, and better living conditions. He’d been able to move his father to the palace as a helper in the kitchens again, despite his age. His mother had died from sickness years ago. Kenma had yet again insisted that Kuroo sleep in his bed that night, and had held him while his body shook with tears, harshly whispering promises to the heavens that he wouldn’t let his father go the same way. Today however, was not a day for recalling all of that. Today was the young prince’s 21st birthday. He wasn’t so young anymore- he would be seeing many eligible suitors today at his party- princes and princesses alike. And Kuroo was invited. Well, Kuroo was his personal bodyguard, he had to be there- but Kenma insisted that he was ‘invited’ and would be treated as a guest. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo was waiting outside Kenma’s chamber, his daggers safely tucked away in his belt- and his strong arms crossed behind his back as he watched the corridor. He never, never took his post for granted, and he never, never slacked on the job. He even insisted on taste checking Kenma’s food for any hidden poisons. Nobody would harm Kenma on his watch, and if he harboured any suspicion, nobody could save the culprit from his wrath. It was more than just a post though. It was about him. His.. dare he say it, friend. Kuroo’s eyes softened as the thoughts flooded his mind- his lips curving ever so slightly at the corners. Every night sneakily spent in the royal bed, tickling Kenma, being fed cakes and having his mouth wiped by Kenma on his birthday, which was just a month after the prince’s, Kenma teaching him how to read. He wipes at the tears pooling in his eyes, and takes a breath- turning to look down the corridor again. Stupid, he shouldn’t be getting emotional at a time like this. The prince’s birthday was the perfect opportunity for rivals to try something to endanger his life. “Kuro?”, his beautiful, sun-kissed voice sounds from inside the doors. Kuroo jumps a little, knocking twice on the ornate wood, “Are you okay your highness?? Is your window locked?” “Oh geez I’m fine, relax will you-“, his beautiful voice with a hint of annoyance now, Kuroo laughs once awkwardly and turns back around, “Sorry..” “Come in please I need your help-“ The young man does as asked, gently pushing down the handle and passing through- closing the doors behind him and facing the other- but his jaw drops, his hand immediately raising to cover his eyes- “You- your highness you should’ve mentioned you’re not decent- I’m sor-“ “You’ve seen me like this before, cut that out, help me decide please-“, he speaks again, with authority. Kuroo slowly drops his hand- his eyes lifting from the gold embroidered carpet to his beautiful feet, his bare knees, up his bare thighs, skipping over the thin veil over his- his- “Well.. this one- or this one?”, Kenma holds two robes, one in each hand. The left was the color of the sky, with white sashes and ribbons, silver threads, and just a hint of yellow that would match his hair. He’d insisted on having it dyed in his 17th year. Kuroo had been so embarrassed, their conversation from the night before looming in his head. ‘The Princess that visited you last week was beautiful, don’t you want to meet her again Kenma..?’ ‘What was beautiful about her’, his haughty indignant voice- nothing was ever enough for this spoiled prince, Kuroo had thought at the time. ‘What wasn’t! Her hair’s the color of honey-‘ “K uro! We don’t have time for you to get lost in your daydreams right now”, his beautiful voice, teasing and mischievous. “I- I A M NOT DAY-dreaming”, he sputters, trying to keep his eyes off of his prince’s bare chest- the gold arm bands that glistened from his arms. “They’re both gorgeous, the one on the right is red and rich, heavy- it’ll send the right message, you’d look like a lion-“, Kuroo says with a smile, his eyes going over his collarbone, and then finally his face. His face. His eyes danced, they pierced him through and through, that was how he looked at him. And now his royal brow raises in a challenge, “I don’t care- which do /you/ like” Kuroo’s face colors, and he looks behind him at the doors wondering just how long it would take for someone to find them like this. He’d get flogged for sure- though his back was tough enough to take anything after what it had seen. But his heart thumps impatiently, pulling him towards his prince. Why did he ask him questions like this- “I.. like the other- the blue one..”, he admits now, his voice softened, his eyes even more so when they meet his pretty ones. The literal sun, shone through those eyes. Kenma always insisted that Kuroo had the same color eyes, but he was wrong, his were dull and hard. Kenma smiles at him, bright, and nods- tossing the other robe on the floor like it wasn’t worth 50 horses, which makes Kuroo’s eyes widen in reproach, even if it wasn’t his place. “S orry.. sorry, I’ll put this back in its place..”, the young monarch says suddenly, not letting the soldier speak, “I know you want to scold me for being a spoiled thing..”, he says yet again with a smile as he goes about putting the red robe back in his wardrobe. Kuroo watches him curiously in silence, smile playing on his lips. It really was a miracle, how he spoke to his own father, with contempt lining every word- and how he spoke to him. Kuroo directs his eyes back to the floor when Kenma dresses. “Did you want help- should I ask the maids to come-“ Kenma shakes his head gently, “They have enough on their plates with this ridiculous event-“ “It’s not ridiculous.. it’s for your-“ “Y e s my birthday, what a wondrous day I was born 21 years ago, and half the kingdom gets fed extra today while they practically starve the rest of the year”, his beautiful voice, with disdain dripping from it. He looks sad, his hands smoothing down the front of his garment. Kuroo smiles at him, a patient smile. And now, he speaks to him as his friend, moving closer and lifting his hands to cup his face. “You’re going to be brilliant today.. you worked hard on your speech.. one step closer to what you want to achieve” Kenma looks up at his very tall bodyguard, his king’s soldier, and his most treasured, most precious friend. “You think so..? I know they’re trying to get me to marry one of those rich brats” “You’re a rich brat- you’ll have a lot in common” That earns Kuroo a smack right across his chest- and excited giggles from both young men fills the room. “That princess you fancy will be here, maybe you should sit with her- I’m sure you can guard me with your hand up her skirt-“ “EHH?? MY HAND WILL BE ON MY DAGGER-“ Kenma laughs once, “Bet it will be..” A frown from Kuroo, who thinks this joke was getting rather old, and Kenma takes the hint to drop it. He shrugs his shoulders, reaching for the princely crown to place it atop his head, and looks at Kuroo, “You’re going to be dressed like that..?” “Kenma I’m your guard- I have to be dressed like this” “Oh right-“ “See, rich brat” The prince grins at him then, “See.. this is my friend.. not that ‘your highness may I kiss your feet’ man you have to pretend to be outside of here” He walks up to him then, and pats his cheek softly, dragging his hand down the front of his plain grey tunic- very form fitting on Kuroo, “Shall we..?” The other man nods at him, though he wishes secretly to never leave- to have his hand on his chest the rest of the evening. But that was selfish of him. He couldn’t keep him long. “Yes.. it’ll be over soon, please don’t spill your wine on anyone and blame it on your low tolerance to alcohol- you’re a horrible liar-“ “You remember his face last year? HA- stupid mustached basta-“ “Kenma..”

#kurokenweek2021 #kuroken #royalty au #kuroo #kenma #slight nudity #sfw #haikyuu #fanfic #hqfanfic

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another mood

I was in the mood to do this. I know. I’m pathetic. I have asks, yet I’m not doing them. I will get to them.

SO, there’s this person on Deviantart called MontyTH, and basically has an OC of this little hedgehog that’s supposed to be Sonic’s little brother. (Lmao he actually looks like a SonAmy fanchild though) So, that inspired me to make this!

PLEASE READ THIS PART:

Monty is kind of a blueish-periwinkle color, with three bangs just like Amy’s. He has emerald eyes just like Sonic. Sonic is overprotective of him, and gets jealous when someone else gets his attention.

Ages:

Amy: 16

Sonic: 19

Monty: 9

Basically anyone else:

Female: same as Amy’s.

Male: Same as Sonic’s.

“Hey Monty! I’m home! I have someone with me! Come down, I want you to meet her!” Her? What did he mean, her? Monty went down the stairs, and found his brother, Sonic the Hedgehog, with a pretty hot pink hedgehog.

“Hi big bro! Who’s she?” Monty asked, gesturing out to the lady next to him.

“Monty, remember Amy Rose?” Sonic asked. Monty remembered his number one fangirl. She would always chase after Sonic, always begging him to marry her. It was quite annoying, really. However, Monty couldn’t say that out loud. Sonic had taught him to be nice to everyone.

“Yeah. She was your friend.” Monty simply said. He was about to say ‘fangirl,’ but stopped himself before he could say it.

“Well, now she’s back, and she’s more than just a friend now!” His big brother exclaimed. “I introduce you, Amy Rose! My first girlfriend!” Earlier, Sonic had his arm around her covered waist. Monty looked at her. She was practically unrecognizable! Her quills had grown to her back, she wore studs on her cute little ears. She was wearing a red cropped sweatshirt, and she she had a rose pendant around her neck. She wore a black shirt under the crop top. She wore skinny jeans and a pair of red converse.

“Hey there, Monty!” She giggled. “You probably wouldn’t recognize me, seeing that I was very annoying as a kid, but don’t worry, I won’t take your big bro away!” Amy said in a loving voice, like she was a doting mother praising her child. Monty liked how she changed.

“I sure hope not!” Monty replied. Amy giggled once again, and Monty decided that he liked her and thought she was great for Sonic. “So she’s your girlfriend?” He questioned, turning to Sonic. He nodded.

“And she won’t be able to get rid of me that easily!~” Sonic chirped, nuzzling his head into the crook of Amy’s neck. Amy chuckled.

“After years of chasing you, of course I’d hold on to you forever!” Amy cheekily replied, nuzzling back. Monty found this a bit awkward, just standing there as his brother and his old stalker were starting to get intimate. He cleared his throat, hoping they would notice that he was still in the room. They quickly separated, and blushed.

“Uh, well, I’ll go get all of us a quick snack. Monty, can you please take Amy to the living room?” Sonic commanded him. Monty saluted him, and took Amy’s hand.

“What spell have you used to make Sonic fall for you?!” Monty demanded out in surprise. Amy flinched, not expecting the sudden outburst.

“Spell? I’m not a witch, Monty. You know that.” Amy stated while smirking.

“Your face is saying something else.” Monty crossed his arms, tapping his foot, copying his brother when he would get impatient.

“Monty, are you not happy that Sonic finally has someone to love? And that someone actually loves him back?” Amy inquired, but Monty wouldn’t have it.

“Are you saying my brother doesn’t, ugh, love me?” Amy was taken by surprise again.

“No! I meant love, romantically! He loves you so very much, and you have a big piece in his heart. All I ask, is that if I can have a piece of yours?” Amy gently questioned him.

“...Why?” He seemed a bit disturbed as to why she would want to be friends with him.

“You’re a really nice kid. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you? You’re adorable and I love making new friends. Last time you saw me, I was some brat who only wanted Sonic to myself, and I would kill anybody who got near Sonic. I’m not like that anymore. I mean, I would kill any flirters who got near Sonic.” Amy darkly chuckled.

“Uhm, still as...hyper as always?” Monty tried to lighten up the atmosphere, indirectly asking if she was still crazy.

“Not really, I only act crazy when someone does something I hate, or when they abuse any of my friends’ names.” Amy responded, as if she was prepared for that question. “Anyways, has Twinkle Park changed? I haven’t been there in a long time.” She asked, hoping he’d offer to go with her so they could bond.

“Yeah, they added some more exciting rides there, I go all the time with my friends. We can go there tomorrow and I could show you!” Monty exclaimed, ecstatic to go on the newest ride, that only he and a few other knew about. “But you’ll have to wake up early, we have to be the first ones at the park!” He added, while Amy nodded.

“I can’t wait!” Amy replied in the same tone as him. Sonic comes back and hands them some snacks and Monty goes back to his room to give the couple some privacy, because he saw Sonic’s hand going down her back...

They started to make-out aggressively, Amy on the bottom and Sonic at the top. Sonic bit her lip begging for entrance, and Amy happily accepted. They were like that for a few minutes before they heard Monty yell out in disgust. Amy left, after trying not to give in to Sonic’s pleads to sleep with him. (not like that!)

The next day, Amy and Monty went to Twinkle Park, and were on the new ride, which was called “The Thrill Seeker,” which Amy admitted wasn’t as thrill seeking as being in Sonic’s arms when he’s running, but they enjoyed it. Then came one of those prize-winning game with the hammer, and Amy showed off her strength with her own hammer, breaking the game altogether. She won a stuffed Sonic, and yelled out “AMY ROSE IS BACK, BABY!” until a couple of Eggman’s robots (which were automatically programmed to attack without Eggman in sight) decided to attack Twinkle Park, but Amy and her iconic hammer saved the day.

‘She looked so cool, no wonder Sonic loves her so much!’ Monty thought, as she appeared out of the smoke, her hair dancing with the wind. He gasped loudly. Then, it was time to go back home. Amy insisted that she go with him so nothing happens. Monty didn’t mind; Amy was now his new guardian angel. Well, not exactly “Guardian,” because Sonic was, but still, he was super thankful for her. As soon as they got home, Sonic pounced on them, asking if they were alright, and if anything happened. Monty proceeded to tell him about how Amy single-handedly took down Eggman’s robots, and made Amy blush by how heroic he made her sound.

Sonic seemed impressed, and that made Amy’s heart soar to the heavens. Monty went up to his room to text all of his friends what he had experienced. Sonic smirked at Amy and pulled her into his room. They made out once again, but with Sonic being fast, attempted to pull her shirt up before Amy knee-ed him at the crotch. (DUDE I WANT TO WRITE LEMONS SO BADLY FUCK TUMBLR’S POLICIES)

“Sonic, your brother is upstairs, he could hear us! And, I won’t let you go any farther until you propose!” Amy declared. Sonic’s sexy smile dropped.

“Amyyyy, you’re only 16! You need a legal guardian to allow you to get married.” Sonic pointed out.

“Then you can ask Rouge if you can have my hand in marriage! She took ‘responsibility’ of me, since I’m still kind of a minor.” Amy rolled her eyes. “I moved in with Blaze and Rouge, so I’m closer to everyone!” She told him in a happy tone. He was happy too, he got to spend more time with his beautiful girlfriend...

TIME SKIP TO MOTHER’S DAY :DDDDDDDD

During the time passing, Monty and Amy took the time to have fun by going out to eat, take a drive, train Monty because Sonic was scared something would happen if he used his thunder powers (it fits him, I don’t think MontyTH gave him a power). And he also told her about things that happen in school, and Amy always gives him advice on how to handle it.

Then came Mothers’ Day, the day to celebrate mother figures everywhere, whether it be your mother, your sister, your teacher, anyone. Monty never knew his mother, because she died when Sonic was only 10 and Monty was a newborn. Sonic looked everywhere for an opportunity to give his little brother the life he deserved. He became a hero, earned a lot of money, got a house, sent his brother to school, gave him the life he deserves. He didn’t have a mother, but Sonic tried to be everything for him.

Monty decided to celebrate with Amy for Mothers’ Day, seeing as she was his brother’s girlfriend, and he could trust her with anything. She was his mother-figure, as well as a sister-figure, as Sonia wasn’t around because she had become queen. Monty texted ‘Happy Mothers’ Day Amy!!!!💕💕💕💕🌹” as soon as he woke up, and as soon as he sent it, he heard someone’s phone get a notification downstairs. He ran down to find Amy wearing one of Sonic’s cotton shirts, crying with a smile as she looked at her phone. She saw Monty and squeezed the living daylights out of him, and kissed his forehead.

“T-Thank you so much! I’m so honored that you think of me as your mother! I love you so much!” She kissed him all over his face like some doting aunt would to her nephews and nieces.

“You’re welcome!” He managed to say, all of his breath being taken out. She let him catch his breath, before he asked her something. “Where’s Sonic?”

“On his morning run.” That got Monty confused.

“But, he usually goes when I go to school?” He said, not sure why his schedule changed.

“It’s because he doesn’t want to leave you home alone, but since I’m here, he gets to do it early.” She blushed intensely, thinking of what they had done last night. “Also, someone’s going to get another big sister~!” Amy’s voice chimed melodiously. Monty tilted his head in confusion. She stuck her hand out to reveal a diamond encrusted ring on her finger. Monty’s eyes widened in shock and happiness.

“You and Sonic are getting married?! Yes!” Monty yelled and threw and a fist up into the air. Amy giggled and nodded. Sonic zipped back into the room and ruffled up Monty’s quills and kissed Amy’s cheek. He put a hand around on her waist, representing that she was his. Amy sighed in content.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Sonic asks, taking his hand off of her and grabbing a plate of toast that was on the counter. “Amy told me that you proposed to her!” Monty exclaimed, running around, streaks of lightening traveling through his quills. He jumped onto Amy, who would’ve almost fell back if Sonic wasn’t behind her. She happily wrapped her arms around Monty and hugged him back.

“Yup! Rouge, her guardian, said that I have to wait until she’s 18 to get married, but for now, she’s engaged to me.” Sonic informed him. Monty nodded in understanding and went upstairs to talk to his friend on Discord. Amy turned to Sonic and grinned. Before they were about to kiss, they heard the doorbell ring. Sonic answered it, and found Rouge standing there with some documents.

“Here’s the papers, like I said, she’s not getting married until she’s eighteen.” Rouge simply stated and waved at Amy. “Here’s some of your clothes, hun!” She wheeled a suitcase into the house and flew away. Amy hugged Sonic from the back, avoiding his quills and nuzzling him in the neck. He turned around and kissed her.

“I love you, babe.” Her muffled voice could be heard saying. Sonic’s heart felt like it leaped right out of his chest, but kept his happiness contained.

“I love you more.~” Sonic replied.

“Says the one who’s been running away from me since I was eight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I was an immature boy back then, I’m a responsible adult now!”

“...Last night told a different story.”

“How do I even reply to that, Ames?!”

“Say I won.”

“No.”

#sonamy story #sonamy fanfic #sonamy fanfics #sonamy #sonamy fanfiction #sonic and amy #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #lyra ze hedgie boiii #sonic #sonamy auish

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btxtreads · 4 years

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whispers || min yoongi (2)

CHAPTER TWO

➳ Fate is such a fickle thing. So easy to tamper with.

↳ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Based off of the Daechwita MV)

↳ word count: 2.8k words

↳ rating: PG-13

↳ genre: fluff, angst, historical AU

↳ Warnings: Swords, Death, A gun, Battle Scenes, Forced Engagement, Failed Execution, Assassination

↳Trigger warning note: PLEASE BE CAREFUL IN READING THIS FIC. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE–PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED UNDER THE KEEP READING SIGN.

➳ Whispers Masterlist

“Y/N, you are an ongju. When people find out about you, what will happen?” Y/N’s sister, Gongju Sun, chastised as she brushed her hair.

“Nothing, Sun, because they won’t.” Y/N sighed. “Besides, everyone’s here to see you—the gongju[4]. I’m just here because father wanted me to come as well to accompany you. I should at least have some freedom to roam the country while you two are occupied. Otherwise, why am I here?”

“Ongju, gongju—whatever your title may be, you are important to me and father. We do not want to see you hurt.” Sun smiled. “You’re my little sister, and I’d really like to see you on my wedding with the emperor and my coronation—in one piece.”

“The emperor,” Y/N snorted. “what is he like anyways?”

“Attractive, save for a scar in his face. He has snow white hair and a strong build,” Sun said dreamily, before shaking her head and snapping out of her trance. “Y/N, do not change the subject,”

“Sun, I haven’t been out in two days,” Y/N groaned. “I need sunlight.”

“You can get some in the courtyard, and whining is not what princesses do.” The gongju scolded. “You have to act more like one,”

“No one can see us in here, I don’t need to be princess-like. No one needs to be princess-like. Let’s just be ourselves!” Y/N complained, to which Sun glared at.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine,”

“Good.” Sun smiled as she stood. “Now, I must take my leave. It is almost time for me to meet the emperor to talk about the wedding.”

It’s time for me to meet the emperor, Y/N mocked soundlessly behind Sun’s back as she closed the door behind her.

As soon as the princess’ footsteps faded away, Y/N leaped to the door and poked her head out with a smile.

“Jimin?”

The guard, a boy around the same age as Y/N with jet black hair, thick lips and hooded eyes, snapped into attention.

Jimin, the guard took a quick glance around to see if anybody was around. When he confirmed there was nobody, he turned to glower at the princess.

“Jiminie!” Y/N sing-songed.

“Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you not to get caught when you sneak out.” Jimin huffed as he loosened his grip on his sword and crossed his arms. “The emperor gave me an earful yesterday!”

“You know you love me,” Y/N smiled and tilted her head. “Listen, I’m just gonna go—”

“Sneak out again?”

Y/N blinked, smiling softly. “What do you want me to do, sleep?”

“Y/N—” Jimin sighed. “Do you want to be scolded right now? Because let me tell you, it is not funny.”

“I won’t really mind it if it’s you,” Y/N grinned, watching Jimin flush.

“Y/N, that’s not funny!”

At Y/N’s laugh, she returned back inside her room. “Cover for me.”

With a sigh, Jimin’s eyes softened as he looked at the princess. “Always,”

Y/N smiled and closed her door, immediately changing into her commoner’s clothes.

Then, she was off in the streets.

It was precisely at this moment that Yoongi decided, fuck it.

Instead of his Joseon dynasty clothes, that were really baggy and scratchy, he just wore his usual clothes.

An olive-green shirt, a slightly lighter colored jacket, and pants.

Looking forward, this was a bad idea—he stuck out of the crowd like a sore thumb. Still, he preferred his own clothes over the ones the era had.

They sucked.

Yoongi huffed and ventured out into the market, his eyes locking onto a guard at the entrance of the castle walls.

His day yesterday, at least when the future empress left him, was not totally in vain.

He found one of the guards amongst the streets, frolicking and spending his night.

The assassin he is, Yoongi quickly found an ally—at least there was someone who’s willing to help him take down the king. All he needed now was a plan.

But first, he wanted to look around. Maybe finish the Daechwita he didn’t get to listen to yesterday.

The empress was a damn brat. Yoongi concluded, shaking his head.

After a while, Yoongi groaned loudly as his ears heard a familiar voice—the same voice that followed him all-day yesterday.

“Hey, Daechwita!”

Without turning back, Yoongi took a sharp turn to the left accidentally bumping into a tall, broad-shouldered man.

He didn’t turn back to check, whether she followed him—not even when he heard shouting and sounds of skin punching skin.

She’ll be fine.

She was not fine.

In her 27 years of existence, she had never seen a brawl break out.

So when she saw two grown men punch it out in front of her, she was, suffice to say, a little bit winded.

It all started when she saw him, with his mop of messy, black hair and weird green clothes that made him so easy to spot.

“Hey, Daechwita!” Y/N called happily, making her way to him.

He threw his head back all of a sudden, making a sharp turn and bumping into a tall, broad-shouldered man—who then bumped into a tall, muscled passer-by, which then escalated into a full-out brawl in the middle of the streets, in broad daylight.

Y/N froze as she stopped a few feet away, eyes wide open in shock.

“Jin-hyung, Jin-hyung!” A boy immediately came over.

He fussed over Y/N for a quick second, gently leading the girl to the side before jumping in to stop the fight. “Jungkook, enough!”

“He started it, Taehyung!” Jin screamed.

“No, I didn’t! You hit my head with a fishing pole!” Jungkook screamed back.

“Someone bumped into me, stupid!”

“Don’t call me stupid, stupid!” Jungkook retorted, turning the fight into a screaming match—which was at least a little bit better than punching each other.

Taehyung winced, scratching the back of his neck as he turned over to the girl. “Ah, are you alright?”

“Fine,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Sorry about them.” Taehyung winced. “Brothers—always on each other’s necks. That was rough-housing with a little anger—they had a big argument yesterday. I guess they’re fighting it out.”

“They’re brothers?”

“We all are—Kind of, we’re orphans. We took care of each other ever since we were children. Jin and Namjoon-hyung—he’s a guard at the palace—work to help us survive.” Taehyung shrugged, looking back at Jin, who was yelling incoherent words at a fast-pace. “It was kind of hard, but we got by.”

“Oh,” Y/N tilted her head and opened her mouth to reply before Jin’s voice got louder.

“Idiot, you’re an idiot!” Jin screamed, waving his arms around.

“Maybe I should stop them before Jungkook gets punchy again.” Taehyung blinked.

“Maybe you should,” Y/N smiled, nodding. “Hey, you and your brothers are doing great—just continue being there for each other.”

“That’s the plan,” Taehyung smiled softly, turning to leave before looking back at the girl.

“Oh, the guy you were calling for, that was the one who bumped into Jin-hyung, right?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, almost forgetting about him for a quick second. “Oh, yes. Him.”

Taehyung pointed to the left. “He went over there, past the trees. Leads to a field. He’s been staying there for a few days now.”

Y/N smiled and nodded at Taehyung. “Thank you!”

With a brief smile, Taehyung walked over to the fighting brothers and started to drag them away.

Y/N made her way over to where Taehyung pointed and found him sitting by a tree.

“Hey there, Daechwita.” She greeted and sat beside him, gazing at the sunset.

The man only sighed in exasperation, nodding briefly at her.

“Can I talk for a second?” Y/N sighed, leaning her head back.

“Will it make a change if I say no?” he grumbled out, making Y/N softly smiled and shook her head.

“Look,” the man turned his head to frown at the girl. “It’s really dangerous for you to be out and about. You’re a princess. You don’t even know me—and yet you’re following me.”

“So, you know,” Y/N smiled and leaned her head back on the tree trunk. “and yet you didn’t treat me like one. I’m glad, Daechwita.”

“What?”

“I’m just… tired of being a princess, I guess.” Y/N shrugged. “I’m not even that special—I’m not the crown princess. I’m not marrying an emperor. I don’t understand why they can’t just let it be.”

“You are important,” the man shrugged. “you’re royalty.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be.”

“But you can’t choose who you were born to be,” Daechwita pointed out. “but you can choose who you can be by playing by the rules.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Well, will it make a change if you say no?” he raised his eyebrows. “You have to be alive, and safe, and be in the right place and the right time to be able to use your voice. That’s not here—not in a blank field watching the sunset with a man you don’t even know the name of.”

Y/N turned to him with a smile. “That can change if you tell me your name.”

The man snorted. “If you really want to know so bad, then fine. It’s Min Yoongi, princess.”

“Yoongi,” Y/N whispered, looking over at him. “I like it.”

“Of course, you do,”

Y/N’s eyes darted around, awed at the orange and red hues the sky donned. “I… I never experienced what people my age do.”

“What do you think people your age do?”

“…Things.” Y/N shrugged, causing Yoongi to scoff.

“Right,”

“Will you let me do something? I just want to experience it, the way I want it to.” Y/N asked, turning to Yoongi.

Yoongi shrugged. “I mean as long as you don’t murder me, what is it?”

Y/N stopped, contemplating her actions before nodding to encourage herself.

In a swift move, she swung herself to lean over to Yoongi and plant a kiss on his lips. It was gentle, soft and sweet—everything she imagined.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was having a mental breakdown.

Y/N pulled away, red in the face. “Apologies, I just… really wanted to find out. What it’s like, I mean.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone before?” Yoongi asked, gulping as he straightened up. He’s never kissed a historical figure before—he’s never kissed anyone and liked it this much either.

“No, I don’t get out much.”

“What about your guards and knights, huh?” Yoongi said, teasingly grinning.

She’s not so bad, she’s pretty. Beautiful even. When she’s not following me around, she’s not so anno—no. He can’t. He’s on a mission.

“No, not really,” Y/N shrugged. “No one I ever liked enough to kiss, at least.”

“So, you like me?”

“I guess?” Y/N scrunched her face up. “I think you’re attractive.”

“Alright, princess.” Yoongi smirked, shaking his head as he stood up and dusted his pants. “You should go home. I got some things to do.”

“I guess will, but I want to see this first.” Y/N said, watching the majestic blend of orange and red hues as the sun kept setting. “I never see this.”

Yoongi, after sending her a quick smile and a nod, left—the feel of soft lips on his fresh in his mind.

Donned back in Joseon-appropriate clothes, Yoongi made his way into the castle to start his mission with his handgun tightly set in his holster.

It didn’t go well—some guards found him and chased him down.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway, he heard her.

With small smile, Yoongi shook his head and hid in the shadows—trying to sneak past the hallway and out of prying eyes.

“Jimin, it’s not that bad—I was back soon!”

Jimin?

“The emperor and gongju almost saw you—again, Y/N.” An agitated voice answered. “Do you really want your father to behead me?”

“Ah, father wouldn’t do that, Jimin.” Y/N answered in a light tone. “At least not here, he’s wait until we’re back in Baekje.”

“Was that supposed to calm me down?”

Jimin.

A round of footsteps was heard and another voice. “Emperor Yunki is asking for me to escort you to gongju’s quarters, Jimin. He wanted more Baekje guards with her since there was a reported break-in, which I’m not sure of if it’s actually true since those soldiers were drunk.”

“What about ongju, Namjoon? I can’t leave until she gets a new guard, especially if there’s reports—"

“I’ll be alright for a little bit,” Y/N said lightly. “No one’s going to attack me while you both get a new guard on duty.”

“But—”

“I’ll be fine.” Y/N cut Jimin off.

“Thank you, ongju.”

“Oh, it’s just Y/N, Namjoon. You’ve been so good to us since we got here, the least I could do is let you talk to me without all the formality. We’re friends.” Y/N replied. “Now, shoo. Go to Sun. I’ll be right here.”

“Okay, Y/N.” The voice, presumably Namjoon, responded in an amused tone before footsteps faded out.

All of a sudden, a hand grasped Yoongi’s wrist and he was immediately being pulled towards a gigantic door.

“Yoongi, come here. Fast”

“What the—”

Y/N slammed her door shut, turning to Yoongi.

“Why are you here, at the castle hallways, in the dead of night?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh—”

“Ah,” Y/N smiled, sauntering forward and placing her face near his. “My feminine wiles seem to have charmed you for more.”

Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Really, Yoongi? Just for a kiss?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning forward before gasping. “Oh, are you the intruder?”

Yoongi frowned, crossing his arms. “Say it louder, I think the next village couldn’t hear you.”

Y/N giggled. “That’s a weird saying.”

“Is it?” Yoongi said, running a hand through his hair.

He pulled away from the princess and sat down on her bed. “This is comfy—you really are a princess.”

Y/N smiled and poked the bed. “Goguryeo has comfy beds, I’ll give them that.”

Her eyes fell onto his hips, zeroing on the gun secure in his holster. “Oh, what’s this?”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows as she reached out to touch his gun.

He looked at her blankly for a few seconds before shrugging and pulling it out.

It was small and handy—a one-of-a-kind revolver he got back when he had a mission during the Civil War[5].

“It’s a handgun.”

“Hand…gun?” Y/N asked, reaching out to take it.

“Yeah, and it’s not for you—it’s dangerous.” Yoongi held it further away. “It’s a weapon.”

“What is it?” Y/N asked, tilting her head.

Yoongi sighed and shrugged. “It’s a small cannon, I guess.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, leaning forward to touch it. “Oh, that’s neat,”

“It is.”

Y/N glanced up, her nose touching Yoongi’s. When he opened his mouth to speak, Y/N leaned forward to pull his head down and crash her mouth on his.

Yoongi dropped the gun behind him and placed a hand on her waist, guiding her to sit on his lap.

He was not supposed to do this—he was supposed to do his mission.

Yoongi pulled away, his lips red.

Y/N smiled, biting her lip as she lifted herself from his lap and took the gun from her bed. Yoongi took it away from her, avoiding her eyes.

“So, where did you get it? The handgun?”

“It’s a common thing where I’m from.”

“Which is where?”

Yoongi stopped and narrowed his eyes at her. “Somewhere. I have to go.”

Y/N stood up. “Wait, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Yoongi gave her a brief smile. “I really have to go.”

“You can’t.” Y/N spoke, her voice lowering in a whisper as she heard footsteps. “They put a new guard out front. If you leave, they’ll catch you.”

Yoongi pursed his lips and took a quick peek out the door, seeing two new guards stationed in front.

“I’ll find a way.”

“When they catch you, they’ll behead you.”

“I’ll get out of it.” Yoongi quipped.

“You’ll run away from a sharp swinging sword aimed for your head, huh?”

Yoongi smiled and pointed to the windows. “I don’t have to pass through the door, there��s a window.”

Y/N blinked and turned, her mouth forming an ‘O’.

Yoongi chuckled opening the window.

As he swung a leg over the window, he smiled back to the princess who only looked at him.

“Good night, princess. Don’t let any other intruders in, okay?”

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “Be careful, and don’t get caught.”

“I won’t.”

Yoongi grins as Y/N went over a placed a quick peck on his lips, blushing fire hot as she rushed back to her bed with a smile on her face.

Yoongi grinned as he closed the window.

He decided he won’t do the mission today, he can do it some other time. It didn’t matter—he could stay a couple more days.

The mission was already compromised when the guards saw me, anyways. He convinced himself as he jumped off the castle walls.

He raised his hand and touched his lips.

Yeah, that’s totally why.

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BadaGine Week 2020: Day Four

The Life We Share @bardineweek

Day 4: Raditz and Kakarrot

“So, you really did it?”

“I am King Yemma. I can do anything I want.” King Yemma boasted. “But,” he warned, “it is only temporary. Bardock, Gine and Raditz haven’t done enough to maintain their bodies. Well,” he snorted. “Raditz never did anything to keep his body. Bardock stood up against Freeza and Gine was a kind person but keeping the body is a special privilege. You are one of the rare cases.”

“I understand. How much time do I have?”

“You have a day.”

Goku followed King Yemma’s guide with heavy anticipation. When he was summoned to King Yemma’s palace, Goku had an idea why but he wasn’t sure if his request would be honored. Goku wasn’t sure how long he’s been in the afterlife but after meeting with his Grandpa Gohan, Goku wondered about his biological family and if there was a chance he could meet them.

Now that he was moments away, Goku was in the rare moments of his life, nervous.

****

The room Bardock and Gine waited in was a magical one. Outside the room, was the hallway of King Yemma’s palace. Inside the room replicated Bardock and Gine’s home on Vegetasai. Their spirits were brought here as white puffs of smoke before they were revived in the bodies they had when living. A guide explained Bardock and Gine’s purpose for being here and how long they will have with their adult sons.

Bardock and Gine embraced each other; grateful for this opportunity. “I never thought we’d be together like this again,” Gine happily cried. “And we will get to see our sons again! Oh, Bardock I’m so happy.”

Bardock wasn’t emotional like Gine. He was pleased but saw things rationally. “You must remember, Gine, our sons are very different.” The guide told Bardock and Gine a brief story of Raditz and Kakarrot. They were polar opposites. Bardock wasn’t surprised about Raditz. He was glad Raditz survived the massacre but he knew Raditz had a harsh life that turned him to a cruel person so ruthless he kidnapped his own nephew and brought about their second’s child death. The first time. Both he and Gine were stunned their youngest child died twice and the sacrifice he made the second time.

Kakarrot or Son Goku as he goes by was completely different from any Saiyan they knew. Their low power level child grew up to be a hero on Earth. He saved it many times, married, became a father and became the legendary Super Saiyan who defeated Freeza, the monster who murdered their race.

“I don’t care about that,” Gine told him as she wiped away her tears. “I just want to see them, hug them and enjoy the time we have together.”

The door behind them opened. A blue skinned guide walked in with a white puff of smoke. Bardock and Gine watched as the puff of smoke turned into a tall male with long, wild black hair. The guide spoke to the confused, quick tempered male, explaining his purpose here and how long he has. The male wasn’t in the mood to listen and tried to escape. He would’ve if the guide didn’t turn him into a puff of smoke.

“You can change him back,” Bardock told the guide. “We’ll handle him.”

The guide did as Bardock suggested and left the room before the dazed tall male had a chance to escape again.

Raditz had his back to his parents. He knew why he was here and hated it. He rejected the idea of being around his family. Why should he meet them? He didn’t care about them! It boiled Raditz his own brother was behind this union. It was his brother’s fault he was dead in the first place! The only comfort he got is despite knowing his brother was revived the first time he died, he was dead a second time and could not return to the living. Raditz only wished it was by his hands.

Bardock and Gine quietly watched their son. He definitely had a bad temper and would respond violently to them. Bardock contemplated on how best to deal with Raditz when Gine left his side and embraced Raditz. “Oh, Raditz!” Gine cried. Her arms wrapped tightly around her son. “You’ve grown so much!”

Memories of his Raditz’s youth were blurry but he knew this voice, felt these pair of slim arms around him before. It’s been years but deep inside him, he felt this feeling before. It always came from her and it was always comforting. He tried to shield it but the strong feeling of this woman embracing and crying could only come from his mother. He had very few memories of his parents since he was taken. Was this really happening?

A dark feeling in him told him to push this woman away. The voice told him she never cared for him and he shouldn’t care for her but as the petite, crying woman continued to hold him, he thought perhaps this voice was wrong.

“Mom?” He looked over at the man standing behind her. “Dad?”

Bardock confirmed with a slight smile of his own. “Can’t you give your mother a proper hug?”

That gruff voice was definitely the sound of his father. He was a man who commanded respect and did not want to be crossed. Slowly, Raditz’s arms circled around Gine. Before he could firmly hug his mother, the door opened again. A puff of white smoke nor King Yemma’s guide walked in but a man who looked like Bardock.

A sharp take of breath escaped Gine’s lips as she slowly pulled from Raditz to see the man entering the room.

Bardock and Gine stared while Raditz was the only one who could speak.

“Kakarrot,” Raditz acknowledged his younger brother with vile disgust.

“Hey, Raditz.” Though he wasn’t fond of him, Goku remained upbeat in meeting his older brother.

“Don’t be like that,” Gine scolded the cold greeting between brothers. “We’re all family. You should hug each other.” Raditz and Goku looked at Gine as if she was crazy.

“Hug him?!” Raditz and Goku simultaneously said while pointing at each other.

“He’s a disgrace!” Raditz spat. “He rejected our Saiyan culture, his Saiyan name and lived the good life on Earth. He even mated and had a half breed with those weak people.”

Bardock promptly smacked Raditz on the back of his head. “Shut up with that crap!!” Bardock’s voice was so loud and his slap so fast and tough, it startled Goku.

Raditz rubbed the back of his head. He was dead but could feel a bump forming. “What the fuck, Dad?”

Bardock slapped Raditz across his face. “Don’t curse in front of your mother!”

“Why not? You did!” Who did his father think he is? “I’m an adult and I’ve been cursing, killing and fucking for a damn long time. I’ll do whatever the hell I want.” Looking at Goku disgusted, he scoffed, “Guess you hate I’m not perfect like Kakarrot, right? Oh, my mistake.” He drawled the adopted the name of his brother. “Son Goku.”

Gine intervened before Bardock could. “That’s enough, Raditz.” She enclosed one of his hands in hers. “I know things have been rough for you. I know you have a lot of hate and you’re taking things out on your brother because he didn’t have it rough like you, but it’s because of him we have this moment to be together.” Gine caressed his face tenderly. “I get to see my sons again.” She embraced him. “I get to hold them. We only have one day. Let’s make the best of it, okay?”

The sweet eyes of his mother. Raditz opened his mouth to reject her idea but when he saw the stern face of his father mouthing words of threat to him, Raditz only gently stepped away from Gine. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away. “Fine.”

Gine was pleased. This was progress but they had many things to discuss. “I heard what you did to my grandson, Raditz. That wasn’t nice and it wasn’t kind of you to beat up your brother.”

“He didn’t beat me up,” Goku wanted to clarify. “He got a lucky punch in.”

Raditz threw his head back laughing. “Because your lazy ass took it easy on that backwater planet. Heh,” he smirked. “It was so funny seeing your pathetic ass immobilize on the beach by one punch by me. You were clutching your stomach unable to do anything while I held your crybaby brat. Is he still sucking on Mommy’s tit?” From Goku’s glare and tightness of his lips, Raditz knew he was getting under his brother’s skin. Good. He deserved it after causing his death. “I bet it still bothers you I kicked you ass.”

“Raditz,” Gine pleaded with him. “Don’t fight with your brother.”

“You know,” Goku smirked aware of his brother’s mind game. “You caught me off guard. The last five years before we met I did take it easy. I settled down with a wife and child. If I did nothing but trained I would’ve been ready for you but my life would’ve been empty if I sacrificed having a family.”

“About that,” Gine interrupted. “Raditz, apologize to Kakarrot. You were wrong to kidnap his son and use him as ransom.”

Raditz scoffed. He would do no such thing! “I would apologize to Kakarrot but I don’t see him. I see a fraud named Son Goku.”

“You can call me Kakarrot,” Goku tried to be civil. “When Raditz told me my Saiyan name and what Saiyans do, I rejected it. He’s a cold blooded killer. If he represented the Saiyan race, then I wanted no part of it.” Goku saw disappointment on Gine’s face. It was the harsh truth Goku felt but he’s changed his opinion. “But I’ve come to understand the history of my people. I don’t mind being called Kakarrot. Vegeta did it all the time but since he’s the only Saiyan, no one else calls me that.”

Well, that wasn’t true. Laughing, Goku rubbed the back of his neck. “Sometimes ChiChi does when we’re intimate but that’s completely different.”

Raditz rolled his eyes, Gine giggled and Bardock looked at his youngest son unsure how to take his bluntness. “You’re…. uh…. a rather open person, Kakarrot.”

“I like it.” Gine approved. “That means Kakarrot won’t keep secrets from us. Now, Raditz, I want you to hug your brother and apologize for fighting him on Earth.”

Raditz opened his mouth to protest but the threatening ire of Bardock again forced Raditz to not say what he wanted to say. “Fine.”

Goku stared as if he didn’t want Raditz to hug him. He didn’t move as Raditz approached, put his arms around him and felt his big brother pat his back. “Sorry for fighting you….. brother.”

Okay. This was weird for Goku. He never hugged someone he also wanted to punch. Slowly, he patted Raditz’s back. “Thanks.”

Thanks? That’s all he gets? This traitor wasn’t going to apologize to him. Raditz looked at his parents. Gine smiled proud of them while Bardock looked on approvingly. They weren’t going to make their traitorous brat of a son apologize for causing his death?

Fine. If that’s how it is….

Raditz stepped back and lightly jabbed Goku’s left shoulder in a friendly gesture. “Sorry my one punch had you crying on the beach like a pussy while I kidnapped your son.”

Gine’s mouth fell open while Bardock slapped his forehead.

Goku chuckled as he lightly punched Raditz’s shoulder. “Sorry I didn’t cower to your threat to kill a hundred people but fought to get my son back from you.”

Raditz punch his shoulder again. “Sorry I still kicked you and your green friend’s ass when you tried to get your son back.”

“Raditz. Kakarrot,” Gine pleaded.

Ignoring his mother, Goku grinned while punching Raditz’s shoulder again. “Sorry my four-year-old son knocked you down. It had to hurt your pride you knocked your baby brother down with one punch but his four-year-old son knocked you down with one blow.”

“Boys!” Gine called for their attention.

Raditz glowered as a white aura glowed around him. He still couldn’t believe a child got the upper hand on him like that. Damn kid. He punched Goku’s right shoulder. “Sorry the only way you had to defeat me is by sacrificing your dumb ass.” Raditz punched Goku’s left shoulder adding, “Sorry I didn’t survive long enough to meet your woman, show her she bedded the wrong brother and put a half breed in her.”

“Raditz!” Gine gasped.

The first punch shook the entire room. Goku moved faster than Bardock or Gine could see. One second their sons were facing off lightly jabbing each other and the next, one punch from Goku sent Raditz crashing into a wall.

Raditz wiped his lips. His blood pumped at the thought of fighting his brother again. “So, baby brother got stronger over the years.”

“I’m a lot stronger,” Goku warned him. “You have no idea how much.”

“Heh.” Stronger and cocky. His brother definitely changed since their last match. “I’m eager to see how much.” Raditz rushed to strike Goku. Inches from hitting his brother, Raditz extended fist came to a halt when a hand grabbed his wrist.

“That’s enough.” Bardock squeezed Raditz’s fist so hard bones cracked. To Goku, he said, “You got your punch in, Kakarrot, so stand down.” Goku lowered his arms. Bardock grabbed both his son’s shoulders. “You two got your words and punches in. Now here’s mine.” Bardock slammed Goku and Raditz into each other head first and hard!

Both son’s groaned in pain at the collision.

“Ow!” Goku howled as he rubbed his forehead.

“What was that for?” Raditz yelled back.

“You both made your mother cry with you bickering!” Bardock gestured to Gine who stood far from them with tears in her eyes. “Now apologize to her!”

“But he—” Goku started.

Bardock got in Goku’s face. “You make your mother cry again and I’ll kick your ass!” He grabbed Goku by the cuffs of his shirts and yanked him forward. “Understand?”

Wide eyed and stunned, Goku nodded. Did he look like that when he’s pissed? No wonder Gohan was scared of him on Namek.

“Told you he curses.” Raditz was pleased at least one of his parents had the sense to admonish his brother.

Bardock turned to Raditz and waved a threatening finger at him. “You shut your fucking mouth or you’re next.”

Turning his attention back to Goku, he said, “Never make your mother cry.” To Bardock’s surprise, Goku smiled. “Why are you smiling?”

“It’s uh…..” Goku rubbed the back of his neck awkward. “I said something similar to my son once. Gohan raised his voice at ChiChi and when we were alone, I told him he should never raise his voice at her again.” Goku smiled at his father. “I guess I got that from you.”

Bardock’s lips turned up in a smile. “Perhaps. It’s not the only thing you got from me.” He rubbed Goku’s head affectionately. “You look just like me, too. You were a puny little thing as a baby. Look at you now. You became the legendary Super Saiyan and defeated Freeza. You make your father proud.”

Raditz’s mouth fell open. One moment his father was rightfully scolding his baby brother and now he’s praising him?!

Unable to resist, Goku hugged his father. The affection caught Bardock by surprised. He returned with a hug and affectionate pat on his son’s back. He looked over at Gine. She was crying again but her tears were happy. “All right. That’s enough of that. Go say hello to your mother.”

Goku stepped away from his father and looked at the woman that is his mother. Seeing her cry earlier reminded Goku of the times he made ChiChi cry. He hated that, too. He wanted to have a reunion with the family he didn’t know and thanks to him and his brother it was turning into a disaster.

Goku bowed before his mother hoping she understood how sorry he is. “Hi, Mom. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Kakarrot!” Gine squealed as she pulled Goku in a tight embrace. “I forgive you! Thank you so much for this!! We wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. Oh, my poor baby. I love you so much.”

Goku returned his mother’s bear hug. ChiChi smothered Gohan with hugs and apologized over and over when he was separated from them. Now he knew what it felt like. “It’s okay, Mom. It’s not your fault. I turned out fine.”

“I see.” Gine played with the spikes of his hair. “You turned out just as handsome as your father. Tell me about your wife and son. I want to know everything. Don’t leave out one single detail.”

Bardock joined the conversation. “I just want to hear how you defeated Freeza and how you became a Super Saiyan.”

Off to the side, Raditz watched Goku be the center of attention as he talked about his family and his adventures, pausing every few moments to answer his parents’ eager questions. While his parents laughed at a story Goku shared, Goku noticed Raditz glaring at him. He stuck his tongue out at Raditz without their parents noticing.

Raditz clenched his fists. Damn him. He gets away with everything!

As Goku spun another tale, Bardock noticed Raditz sitting in a corner sulking. Bardock waved him over. Raditz shook his head. Bardock waved him over again. Again Raditz shook his head. Sending a death glare to Raditz, Bardock pointed at Raditz, the seat beside him and formed a fist warning of what he will do if Raditz didn’t move.

Slumped shoulders, Raditz got up, pouted and stumped as he took a seat besides Bardock. Raditz crossed his arms and looked away. His Dad forced him to sit here. It didn’t mean he had to listen to his spoiled brother bragged about beating Freeza.

That was his feeling until he heard Goku’s tale of defeating Freeza. He had to admit there was a sense of pride it was blood from his family that defeated the tyrant. For a little brother, Raditz figured, Kakarrot or Son Goku was okay. Still spoiled. No one could change Raditz’s mind on that.

For Bardock and Gine, it was a happy moment. Seeing Raditz and Kakarrot interact by fighting, scowling or just having an awkward conversation as they used the limited time to get to know one another, they welcomed it. It was a happy, bittersweet and a glimpse of what could’ve been.

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The Bracelet

related to this and this because i’m obsessed with this character right now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Tuuli.”

“What?” she snapped, swiveling around to meet her brother’s eyes.

His lips were pressed so firmly that Tuuli thought he looked like skinny wren. “Don’t go into the woods,” he said firmly.

She rolled her eyes.

“Tuuli,” said warningly again, but she ignored it and stomped over his pack.

A shimmery piece of metal fell out, and she looked at it curiously until Jarmo quickly stuffed it back into his bag. “Brat,” he said, and the eight year old scrunched her nose up at him.

“Mama said I could go into the woods,” she told him, crossing her arms as if to say ‘so there.’

He snorted. “She did not,” he said, lifting the pack and hauling it over his shoulder.

“She didn’t say no,” Tuuli pointed out, following him when he started walking back to the village. She skipped around him. “That means I can’t not not go.”

“Not saying no doesn’t mean yes,” he said, grunting when she tried to trip him.

“Yes, it does,” she rejoined, catching his hand and swinging it back and forth. He removed it from her hold to adjust his pack, and he didn’t give it back to her when he was finished. Tuuli frowned at him.

Seventeen and suddenly Jarmo was so big and mighty, too old to play games with her and Samu. She supposed he was a grown up, they had even had a ceremony for him and everything. But still, she thought, watching him go, he could be nicer about it. She observed his footprints being stamped into the snow, and looked down at her own feet. Jarmo had always been bigger than her, which meant that he always had to know better than her, even when he didn’t. He acted like he knew all the rules to her games, even when there were no rules. And then he would say that there had to be rules, and ruin the game with logic and other dumb boy stuff. She stepped into his footprint, wiggling in her boots back and forth. Well, someday she would be a grown up, and even Jarmo couldn’t tell her what to do. So there.

“Tuuli!”

“I’m coming!” she shouted, running after him. She peered over her shoulder, brushing back her hood to get a good look at the forest. She had been in there before, not that anybody knew it. She smiled at the big fir trees which beckoned invitingly. It had been so big and cool and dark, almost as if it was housing a secret that only she knew.

“Jarmo,” she sang, tromping after him and catching up within a moment, “what’s in your pack?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s not true,” she sang again, making a funny voice like that breathless twit who sang in Fuidin. Tuuli wanted to pinch her when she performed on the last solstice.

“Drop it, Tuuli,” Jarmo said sharply. Tuuli blinked, hurt. Tears came to her eyes but she pretended it was the wind that made them water.

“Fine,” she said, no longer singing. She stomped in front of him. “Be dumb and boring.” And for good measure, she tried to trip him again.

This time Jarmo stumbled. “Tuuli!”

She laughed, racing into the village, Jarmo struggling under the heavy weight of his pack behind her.

Tuuli glared at her family members, all drinking tea and looking perfectly blameless. Traitors, the lot of them. She had heard Jarmo complaining about her to Mama, and Mama had said, “Yes, dear, you may be right” several times.

“She needs to learn to control herself,” Jarmo had said, nose pink from the winter air. “If she doesn’t learn to do it when she’s young, then it will be a hard lesson to learn when she’s grown.”

And Mama had nodded, eyes drawn all sad like the sorrol fish that Tuuli found in the lake during late spring.

The betrayal had stung, and Tuuli blamed all of them, even Samu, who didn’t know about it and probably didn’t care. Eljas was saved from her ire, because he was two and too stupid to understand the politics between siblings. She had made up her mind to get back at Jarmo. She didn’t have any honor, that was clear, but who needed honor when she had tricks up her sleeve?

Papa was puffing on his pipe, blowing the smoke into the cool night air. It was a reprieve from the stifling fire, and the annoying bits of wood that Samu kept flicking her direction as he whittled a bear unto his wood. He wasn’t very good at whittling just yet. It looked like a cat.

“Beda was hoping to trade some pickled beets for our herring,” Mama was saying. “I know it’s not the best trade, but Osku has been feeling poorly since the pass closed, and I think dried fish might be the best medicine, don’t you?”

Papa grunted, puffing into the open air. Tuuli thought she could see the stars twinkling from here, but it was probably just the village fire.

“We could take sleds to Fuidin,” Jarmo suggested. “I know the herbalist would welcome business this season.”

“The herbalist might, but the witch won’t,” Papa spoke, tapping his pipe against the door.

“I don’t think she’s a witch, Papa.”

Papa laughed, the big warm laugh that made you feel like you had swallowed a large spoonful of honey. “If someone knows curses and blessings and speaks a tongue not known to most, she’s a witch,” he said, black eyes twinkling.

Jarmo shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. He never liked it when they spoke of such things. He always sat with a stiff face when Nebo sang his songs of the maevlings, and of the wrath of Ruuslan. Tuuli suspected that Jarmo was afraid of storms, and always sat near him when one blew through.

Well, she sniffed, brushing off Samu’s shavings, she wasn’t going to do that anymore.

“We could still make a trip,” Jarmo insisted, lean face eager in the firelight.

Papa laughed again. “You’re still a man even without a crusade,” he teased his eldest. “Osku just needs some herring, it’ll give him the strength he needs.”

Jarmo opened his mouth, but Tuuli saw her chance and took it.

“Jarmo wants to go to Fuidin to get married.”

The conversation stopped.

“Jarmo?” Mama’s voice was quiet but curious. The fire crackled as Jarmo stared at Tuuli, who lifted her chin and stared back.

“She’s lying,” Jarmo said evenly, just as Papa mused, “Seventeen is a bit young for a man to start a household.”

“I’m not,” Jarmo said quickly. “Tuuli is lying, she always lies.”

Tuuli shot to her feet, fury shooting down to her ankles. “Oh, am I?” she said, fists clenched by her sides. Jarmo’s eyes were flinty as ice, and twice as cold. She let her smile spread, nasty as moldy bread. “Then what’s this?”

And she lifted her arm, letting what she found in his bag catch the light.

“It’s an engagement bracelet,” she said, not hiding her glee. “Jarmo had it in his pack.”

The copper bracelet swung, glittering and reflecting everyone’s shock. Every head swung to face Jarmo, who blinked at the onslaught.

“I—“ he began, but Tuuli leapt to interrupt him.

“He wants to marry that golden-lashed ninny, the one from that stupid family!”

“Asta isn’t stupid,” Jarmo negated, and anger roared in Tuuli’s ears. He knew her name?

“He’s leaving us all and he’s never coming back!”

“Jarmo?”

“But you said—“

“Seventeen is a bit young—“

“She’s lying, listen to me—“

“We set aside a clearing for you to build your house, I don’t see why—“

“—we were going to build traps, you promised—“

“—you can’t grow a beard yet, how do you expect to provide—“

“Please, I’m not—“

“—and you told Nebo you would attend his wedding, which was rotten if you’re—“

“That girl sweeping you away, not caring about tradition—“

“As head of this household I hope you would listen when I say I really don’t—“

“STOP!”

Everyone did stop, but Eljas began to cry at that same moment. He never did like when anything was too loud. Tuuli wanted to give him a kiss, maybe stroke his hair, but Jarmo was standing and giving her such a blazing look that she dared not move.

“You went through my pack,” he accused her, voice deadly and low.

She smiled at him. “Yes, I did. Did you have anything to hide?”

“That pack belongs to me.”

She said nothing, giving him that same smile.

Jarmo pointed a finger at her. “This is what I’m talking about,” he said to Mama. “Do you see? She lies and doesn’t care who it affects, she has no respect, and she’s—”

That was when Tuuli’s rage boiled over.

“I HATE YOU!” she shrieked. She threw the copper bracelet at him as hard as she could, and was satisfied to hear the rather painful sounding thunk. “I hope you go to Fuidin and never come back!”

Everyone was on their feet and shouting all at once, even Eljas was screaming, so Tuuli took the opportunity to jump over the fur blankets and dash out the door. Hands grasped at her like wisps of snowflakes, but she soon escaped into the night.

The shouting echoed behind her, and she swallowed a sob, running as fast as she could to the place where everything would be beautiful:

The forest.

But she only made it two steps in when she was lifted high into the air and spun around back into the clearing.

She kicked and pushed, doing her best to clear the way, but the figure in front of her was just too big to move.

“G-go away,” she sobbed, but Jarmo kneeled instead.

“Tuuli,” he said, holding onto her shoulders tightly, as if she would run away again. “Please don’t.”

She stopped. Her lip was still quivering, but she sniffed and asked, “Don’t what?”

He loosened his hold. “Don’t run away,” he said. “Not in there. I can’t protect you in there.”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” she said mulishly, and he shook her a little.

“It’s not about that,” he said. “You love Eljas, right?”

Her sweet baby brother came to mind, all toddler grins and soft curls. “Yes,” she admitted, wiping her nose.

“And you wouldn’t want anything to happen to him if you could help it?”

She thought about it. She knew that Eljas was going to be getting older soon, and running and falling over and jumping off stones and probably getting hurt. That’s what village children did. (Not that she had ever fallen, mind.) But if he was going to put a bad mushroom in his mouth, or step into a slippery path, Tuuli would do her best to stop him. “I guess.”

“Tuuli, it’s the same for me.” His eyes were clear in the moonlight, almost looking blue with the snow’s reflection. “It’s my job to look after you, it always has been. Remember that story about you and the hammock?”

Everyone knew that story. Jarmo was barely older than she was now and he was in charge of putting up her hammock. It was a big responsibility, but Mama had trusted him to do it each and every day. He kept putting the hammock higher and higher, thinking about bears catching Tuuli and eating her for a snack. But one day he had put the hammock too high, and the branch holding it had snapped. Tuuli had tumbled down from the trees and yet...she had not fallen.

A wind had swept through and saved her, keeping her safe and lowering her gently to the ground without a scratch.

“The wind saved me,” Tuuli said hoarsely, and Jarmo closed his eyes.

“I know,” he whispered. His grip tightened a little. “I know. And I blame myself every day that that happened.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Tuuli said, shifting her feet. “You were trying to be a good older brother.”

He opened his eyes. “Yeah,” he said hollowly. “I tried. I’m still trying. I’m sorry I’m not doing a very good job.”

She looked down at her feet. She wasn’t wearing her winter boots, just the house ones. Her feet felt numb. “‘S not your fault either,” she admitted.

He raised his eyebrows, but Tuuli buttoned her lips. He sighed, realizing that was as good as he was going to get, apology-wise. “I brought you something,” he said, taking something out of his pocket. The copper bracelet glinted in moonlight. She looked down at it, then looked at him. “I was practicing,” he said sheepishly. “It wasn’t for anyone in particular, I just wanted...” He trailed off. Then he took her hand and placed the bracelet in it. “I just wanted to be good at it, when the time came. You’re lucky, Tuuli, because you don’t have to work hard at things to be good at them. I do, and it eats away at me.”

“Is that why you’ve been so mean to me? Complaining about me to Mama?” she questioned.

He raised his eyebrows again. “I haven’t been mean to you,” he emphasized. He sighed. “But I can see why you felt that way. This is yours.” He gestured to the bracelet. “So that you can remember that, even when I’m being a pighead, or mean, or busy, that I am always looking out for you.”

Tuuli slowly closed her fist over the bracelet, watching its wink disappear. “Are you sure?” she asked, brows beetling.

He stood up. “Of course I’m sure,” he said, taking her hand. “I know everything, right?”

“No.”

“Brat,” he said affectionately. But his gaze turned serious. “Tuuli,” he said, pulling her closer. “I promise not to complain to Mama about you anymore, but you have to make me a promise too.”

They stopped, several paces away from the forest.

“Do not. Go. Into. The woods.”

Tuuli’s gaze slid behind him, into that deep mysterious place where it seemed the entire world unfolded just for her.

“Tuuli.” He shook her hand.

She snapped to attention. “Okay,” she said.

He smiled at her, relieved. “Okay,” he repeated, then tugged her along. “Are your feet cold?” he asked her after a moment, casting them a worried glance.

“No,” she said, but he made her get up on his back anyway.

“Asta really isn’t stupid,” he said after a moment.

Tuuli snorted.

Jarmo laughed too, walking closer to the village, footprints making their mark against the snow. Tuuli watched them make a trail behind them, then craned her neck. Jarmo was talking about the technique of bracelet making, and how he was learning how to make patterns, but Tuuli was barely listening.

A wind shook the branches of the forest, the trees shivering enticingly. She could almost make out a sound, a whisper of something that almost seemed like a voice.

Jarmo jostled her, and Tuuli turned back around, shoving her cold nose onto his neck just to hear him squawk. He tightened his hold around her legs, and she squeezed him tighter in response.

Jarmo was her older brother, and she had made him a promise.

But Tuuli always lied.

Tuuli is such a brat 😂😂

#Throneless #Throneless: Eua's Veil #dnd campaign backstory #Tuuli is back and still making bad decisions #don't worry she grows up and makes so many worse ones lmao

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purpledinosaur1988 · 3 years

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Ever been in one of those situations where you put your trust in the wrong person. Yeah me to. I used to be "friends" with this female who turned out to be TOXIC! She caused so many problems in my life to a point where she would use me to lie for her, watch her brat of a child. When I met my husband back in 2014, the toxic female would try her best to break me and him up. It was early days in our relationship and she would always expect me to drop everything including date night plans to help her out of sticky situations. After seeing the effects of how miserable I was being made to feel, my husband eventually got me to walk away from the toxic female and finally be happy. I felt so much better without being associated with her. We never spoke again, would avoid each other in public etc. Fast for to a few months ago, I was waiting on a bus to work, she approached me trying to use my child as a pawn to win back "friendship" by telling me that my son's nan had passed away, saying I was to unblock her as she missed me. Obviously I didn't unblock her from my socials and the next time I saw my son I asked his uncle how his mum (my son's nan) was and that I hadn't seen her in awhile, he answered saying she is still struggling with the whole pandemic but is much better than before. That cleared that up. The toxic female told me a malicious lie. I mean has she no better things to be getting on with than trying to get me to fall for her BS 🐂💩 again.

My life has improved massively over the years I have been with my husband, we met in 2014, engaged in 2015 & married in 2016. I don't have a big circle of friends and I am okay with that as I would rather surround myself with those who are positive influences to me. Those friends hold a special place in my heart ♥️ I have my 2 best friends who I have been friends with since high school so they are more like Sisters to me.

If anyone feels there are red flags in your life with certain people. Please don't ignore them as you deserve to be happy.

Signs to look out for

1. You feel on-edge around this person, but you still want them to like you. You find yourself writing off most of their questionable behavior as accidental or insensitive, because you’re in constant competition with others for their attention and praise. They don’t seem to care when you leave their side—they can just as easily move on to the next source of energy.

2. They withhold attention and undermine your self-esteem. After first hooking you with praise and flattery, they suddenly become reclusive and uninterested. They make you feel desperate & needy, ensuring that you are always the one to initiate contact or physical intimacy.

3. Plasters your Facebook page with compliments, flattery, songs, and poems. They text you dozens, if not hundreds of times per day. You come to rely on this over-communication as a source of confidence.

4. Quickly declares you their soul mate. And for some reason, you don’t find it creepy. They tell you how much they have in common with you. On the first few dates, you do most of the talking and they just can’t believe how perfect you are for them.

5. Compares you to everyone else in their life. Ex-lovers, friends, family members, and your eventual replacement. When idealizing, they make you feel special by telling you how much better you are than these people. When devaluing, they use these comparisons to hurt you.

6. Lies and excuses. There is always an excuse for everything, even things that don’t require excusing. They make up lies faster than you can question them. They will always blame others—it is never their fault. They spend more time rationalizing their behavior than improving it.

7. No startle response. Total absence of anxiety, fear, and worry where there otherwise should be. They are also very easily bored by the familiar. You write this off as calm and cool, often feeling inferior and over-sensitive because you have normal human emotions.

8. Insults you with a condescending, joking sort of attitude. Smirks when you try to express yourself. Teasing becomes the primary mode of communication in your relationship. They subtly belittle your intelligence and achievements. If you point this out, they call you hypersensitive and crazy.

9. Uses social networking to provoke jealousy and rivalries while maintaining their cover of innocence. They once focused all of their attention on you, but now they post ambiguous videos and statuses to make you doubt your place in their heart. They bait previously denounced exes with old songs and inside jokes. They attend to new activity and ignores yours.

10. You find yourself playing detective. It is never happened in any other relationship, but suddenly you are scrolling back years on their Facebook page and albums. Same with their ex. You are seeking answers to a feeling you cannot quite explain.

11. Surrounds themselves with former lovers and potential mates. Brags that their exes still want to sleep with him/her, but assures you there is nothing to worry about. These people make you feel jealous and give off the perception that your partner is in high-demand.

12. Hyperbolizes emotions while displaying none of them. They make passionate statements like “I have never felt so happy in my life” in a completely robotic voice. It sounds like an alien trying to explain how they imagine human emotions might feel.

13. You are the only one who sees their true colors. Others will think they’re the nicest person in the world, even though they are used for money, resources, and attention. They will not care because he/she strategically distracts them with shallow praise (often done over social networking). Psychopaths are able to maintain superficial friendships far longer than their relationships.

14. Accuses you of emotions that they are intentionally provoking. They will call you jealous after blatantly flirting with their ex over social networking for the world to see. They will call you needy after intentionally ignoring you for three days straight.

15. Cannot put themselves in your shoes, or anyone else’s for that matter. You find yourself desperately trying to explain how they might feel if you were treating them this way, and they just stare at you blankly.

16. You are engaged in constant conversations about their ex. You know them by name, and you know everything about their relationship—at least, your partner’s version of events. The ex becomes one of the most frequent topics of discussion in your relationship.

17. You find yourself explaining the basic elements of human respect to a full-grown man/woman. Normal people understand the fundamental concepts of honesty and kindness. No adult should need to be told how they are making other people feel.

18. Focuses on your mistakes and ignores their own. If they’re two hours late, do not forget that you were once five minutes late to your first date. If you point out their mistakes, they will always be quick to turn the conversation back on you.

19. Suddenly and completely bored by you. Gives you the silent treatment and becomes very annoyed that you seem to be interested in continuing the passionate relationship that they created. You are now a chore to them.

20. The ultimate hypocrite. They have extremely high expectations for fidelity, respect, and adoration. After the idealization phase, they will give none of this back to you. They will cheat, lie, insult, and degrade. But you are expected to remain perfect.

21. Sometimes it seems as though they’ve forgotten who they’re supposed to be around you. They adopt different personas for different people—transforming their entire personality to match various audiences. It is always very eerie when they slip and accidentally use the wrong mask for you. You will start to feel that their personality just does not seem to add up.

22. An unusual amount of “crazy” people in their past. Any ex-partner or friend who did not come crawling back to them will likely be labeled jealous, bipolar, an alcoholic, or some other nasty smear. They will speak about you the same way to their next target.

23. Flatters your deepest insecurities. If you are self-conscious about your looks, they will call you the sexiest person in the world. If you have got a need to entertain, they will say you’re the funniest person they have ever known. They will also mirror your greatest fantasies, playing whatever role is necessary to win your heart.

24. Frequently comments about what you are wearing and how you look. They try to arrange you. You become obsessed with your appearance, noticing flaws that likely don’t even exist. During and after the relationship, you will spend significantly more time in front of the mirror.

25. You fear that any fight could be your last. Normal couples argue to resolve issues, but psychopaths make it clear that negative conversations will jeopardize the relationship, especially ones regarding their behavior. You apologize and forgive quickly, otherwise you know they’ll lose interest in you.

26. Obsessed with humiliating successful, kind, and cheerful people. Delighted by the idea of breaking up friendships and marriages. If you work hard to maintain interpersonal peace in your life, they will make it their mission to uproot all of it.

27. Gaslighting. Blatantly denies their own manipulative behavior and ignores evidence when confronted with it. They will become angry if you attempt to disprove their delusions with facts.

28. They expect you to read their mind. If they stop communicating with you for several days, it’s your fault for not knowing about the plans they never told you about. There will always be a self-victimizing excuse to go along with this.

29. Selfishness and a crippling thirst for attention. They drain the energy from you and consume your entire life. Their demand for adoration is insatiable. You thought you were the only one who could make them happy, but now you feel that anyone with a beating pulse could fit the role. However, the truth is: no one can fill the void of a psychopath’s soul.

30. Your feelings. After a run-in with a psychopath, you will feel insane, exhausted, drained, shocked, suicidal, and empty. You will tear apart your entire life—spending money, ending friendships, and searching for some sort of reason behind it all.

We can find that normal and loving people do not raise any of these flags. After a negative encounter, most survivors face the struggle of hypervigilance: who can really be trusted? Our gauge will swing back and forth for a while, like a volatile pendulum. We all wonder if we have gone absolutely mad for wanting to believe the best in an old friend or a new date, but also feeling sick to the stomach when actually spending time with them.

It is important to develop our intuition, but that is a personal process. The world is mostly full of good people, and we suffer a double punishment if we miss them due to the fear of being hurt again.

People need to set aside some time to get in touch with their feelings, and become comfortable with a balance of awareness and trust. The reflection offers understanding about our emotions. It helps provide understanding for which old relationships need to be refreshed, and which toxic patterns need to be abandoned and replaced by healthier ones.

Society conditions us to ask “does this person like me” instead of exercising critical thinking and asking “do I like this person?”

#toxic people #toxic frienship #manipulative #red flags #don't ignore this #alerts #trust your instincts

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mrneighbourlove · 4 years

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The Rising Sun: Ch 6. Like Father, Like Son

"Hrm... Awena? No... Calian? Eh... what about Cheveyo? No? Not that one either?" Asakonigei was having a conversation with the unborn child in her belly. She kept waiting for the child to kick at the sound of a chosen name. Thus far, not much luck. "Your father said Chanteyukan was too long and complex, yet that was my great-grandfather's name. Hrm... what to name you, my little one?"

Malik walked into his chambers, startled by how earthly his wife suddenly felt. Metallic. Her magic was a new buzz in his ear that he'd have to learn to properly attune to. "What's this I hear about Donoma and Revan upsetting you?"

Asakonigei looked up from her list of possible names. "They're both being brats, that's what." Asakonigei sounded irritated. "Revan thinks Donoma is your favorite child, Donoma thinks Revan is too full of himself because of that tournament, Revan is sore because we didn't come to the tournament and he doesn't feel 'Gerudo' enough to be here, Donoma told Revan to stop following Luimaya around like a lovesick puppy because it's never going to happen, and Revan thinks I'm mental because I want to have this baby even though it may possibly kill me." She then took a breath. "And... I think that summarizes it."

"He thinks I undervalue him?" That was what hurt Malik the most to hear.

"Either that, or he's just upset that Donoma was brought along to your 'golden city' and he was not." Asakonigei ran a hand down her face. "He's just being moody, I swear..."

"No... no I suppose there is truth to that. I'll have a sit down with him later."

"Well, perhaps some of the fault is mine." Asakonigei sighed as she set aside her paper list. "We haven't been at home in months. I feel like I sort of left him there by himself. And good spirits, when we get back, there will be a load of things to catch up on. I miss being able to work in my forge, I miss our house, I miss Nubi'ahlus, my uncles, my cousins, our friends there... heh, I even miss that little pastry shop you and I frequent to get some cinnamon rolls." She smiled. "It's still there after all these years. Remember when we'd take Revan and Donoma there when they were little? Revan was always eating his so fast and Donoma would savor hers... and when Revan would try to steal some of hers, we'd have to each hold one." She chuckled. "Good memories."

Malik stood tall, grasping the bed railing with both hands tightly. "I'm not coming back to Hyrule."

"...?!" Asakonigei's expression said it all for him. "... what?!"

"I'm not going back to Hyrule. I'm going to stay here. This is my home Asa."

"And you just decided this? Without talking to me?!" Asakonigei was absolutely furious. She managed to swing her legs to the side of the bed and slowly stand. "Without even asking how I'd feel about this?!"

"I've built it up to you, haven't I? Steadily letting you know my responsibilities lie here. This is a choice I'm cementing now.”

"You never said this would be a permanent home, Malik. You said you were rebuilding Taiyo Town for your people." Asakonigei stated, not budging. "You never said anything about uprooting our life in Hyrule. My business is there, my relatives, our friends, our queen for crying out loud! Your best friend!"

"My spirit is here. I feel alive here. Aren't we old enough to stay here? You can retire, raise our child here with all the women able to support you. I can support you with my supervision focused here and not all of Hyrule." Malik remained calm, wanting to be as diplomatic as he could. "Nubi'ahlus can live in the desert nearby, and after you have this child, how dedicated can you be to your business regardless?"

"That's not the point, the point is you just assumed! You didn't even ask me!" Asakonigei was still angry. "A husband and wife talk through these things together and they---...!!!!!!" The Kovina stared at Malik's hand. Very intensely. "What. Is. That?"

Malik looked down, his hand glowing lightly at the front most triangle. "This? This is the Triforce of Power."

"... and why do you have it?" Asakonigei had a feeling that she really was not going to like the answer.

"Ganondorf entrusted it to me." Malik spoke softly, his hand tightening and loosing with a grip.

"... you're going to rule here, aren't you?" Asakonigei asked point blank.

"I'm going to be a king, yes. I'm going to use this godly power as a source of hope, inspiration and protection for Taiyo Town."

Asakonigei's anger was suddenly replaced with sadness. She looked... really hurt. Waddling over to the chair, she slowly sat down, one hand on her belly. "... I need to think for a little while."

"I understand." Malik sat beside her, his voice matching his sadness. He knew there was a good chance he might lose her, yet his heart was set steady in the sands. "I lived hundreds of years waiting for this moment again since I was a child. To live among Gerudo who could feel safe and welcome in the world. I want to give that to them, to provide that safety. I want the chance to live my dream."

"Your dream didn't include me then." Asakonigei motioned to the tent flaps. "It didn't include our kids, our friends, our family, other responsibilities... I just... I can't right now, Malik." The Kovina put a hand over her face.

"Our children are grown adults, our responsibilities can be taken care of here, and our family and friends can visit us. I-" Malik stopped, realizing his wife wanted time to conclude her thoughts on her own. "I'm going to talk with Donoma and Revan."

"... you do that." Asakonigei replied quietly. ~ Donoma was in the middle of trying her best to Tebanam's camel, Loogie, to behave. He kept trying to make his way over to the females and was protesting every time Donoma cut him off. With a frustrated groan, the young girl firmly shook her finger at the animal. "Listen, the ladies are nice and all, but you have to stay over here. Is that clear?"

"Would a sand seal be a better mount for you in the future?" Her father asked from behind, catching her off guard. "Even the males listen to commands well."

Donoma was a little too comfortable in Taiyo Town and had let her guard drop. She jumped slightly and then gestured to the camel. "I think I rather have one of those sand rays that Skyla has waiting for her in the Garai outskirts. Now that... is some serious transportation."

"There are many interesting creatures that could reside in our desert home, eh?" He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm not mad, but I want to talk to you and your brother."

"Yes, there are plenty. I'm almost envious of Skyla seemingly being able to communicate with them in her own special way." Donoma's shoulder slumped. "I'll apologize for snapping in front of Mom but I'm not going to apologize for stating the truth. Revan was acting stupid in that tournament and really could have gotten hurt just to impress Luimaya."

"Was it really her he wanted to impress though." Malik tilted his head, wanting his daughter to think.

"Yeah. I think it was. I mean, Dad, you've got to be blind if you haven't seen how he looks at her." Donoma held Loogie's snout and blinked her eyelashes, mimicking her brother. "You're so awesome, your mom and my dad are best friends, let's get married and make powerful babies."

"I know who he likes. Trust me. It's not Luimaya he has eyes of love for." He patted her lightly on the back for assurance.

"If that's true, then why does he still follow her?" Donoma asked, simply using logic. "He didn't even respect her wishes. Personally, I'd kick his ass, but Luimaya has more of rep to uphold than me."

“The future Queen is stubborn. Like it or not, she needs protection. It’s easier to follow a career then go after the heart for a Gerudo man.”

"Luimaya is stubborn, but she doesn't want to see Revan get hurt." Donoma had a slight frown on her face. "I don't want to see my brother get hurt."

"It's the nature of the world we live in my daughter. Danger can try to take us down at any moment. We have to be ready for it. You have to believe your brother is."

"I believe my brother is. That's the problem, Dad." Donoma looked at her father. "I know Revan is a great fighter, but when he's focused on someone else, protecting someone else, he gets sloppy sometimes. That's what I'm worried about. I love Lui like a sister, but... to me, she's hotter than Vatra's own fire. There's something..." The young Gerudo woman sighed in frustration and gave a small shudder. The children did not know of the prophecy, but the parents did. There was something that was being hidden from them. "There's just something off about her power. I know it, Revan knows it, hell, even her cousins and siblings have admitted it. She's strong. Incredibly strong. Stronger than her Mother, and Queen Zarazu is magic incarnate as the leader of the Lorleidians. I mean, is there something I'm missing here?"

"No. You're not." Malik gently rubbed the back of his daughter’s hair to calm her down. "I think Revan is afraid of becoming sloppy himself."

"... maybe I'm just becoming paranoid." Donoma felt out of place in this conversation. Like a piece of missing. "I feel foolish."

"Don't be. You are still young Donoma. In time you will find all the knowledge you seek, and fit every piece of the puzzle you so desire." It was if Malik plucked the wording from her inner thoughts and applied it to help ease her mind. "Have faith in yourself and others."

"... I understand." Donoma then had to ask her father, rather bluntly, but trying to be nice about it. "Have you talked to Mom about your plan to stay here?"

"I have. I'd love more than anything for you both to stay here by my side... but I know I can't force you to accept this as your residence if you choose not to."

"I wouldn't mind staying here some of the time, Dad, but... all my friends are back in Hyrule." Donoma did not want to hurt her father's feelings. "Taiyo Town is great. I'm learning so much and it's absolutely beautiful, but I don't want to leave behind all the people I care about just yet. And Revan's going to be in Hyrule too, and you know if I leave him by himself for too long, he's going to do something stupid."

"I understand. I love you my sunshine." Malik knelt to hug his daughter close.

"I love you too, Dad." Donoma hugged her father tightly. "Just... just go easy on Mom too, okay? I know that you really want her here but..." She gently suggested. "Maybe work out a deal with her like Zizi and Kahli do? Summer months in Hyrule, winter months in Taiyo Town? Just a suggestion. She doesn't want to leave with our great-uncles so old now."

"If that's what it takes..." Malik rose up, taking in the desert air. "Do you know where your brother is?"

"If I had to guess, he's sneakily following around Luimaya while she's trying to avoid him."

"Can't be hard to track him down." As Malik made his way through the town, he found his son. But at a place he wasn't expecting. Revan was at one of the bars, taking a drink of raspberry margarita. He seemed stiff as he washed down the drink. "Son?"

Revan turned to look at his dad, a look of surprise, then slight humour. "Oh. Hey there King Dad. How's the kingdom going?"

"I see it didn't take you long to find a bar. Your sister thought you'd be quietly stalking Luimaya."

Revan snickered at that statement. "The princess is safer than ever, and she's more than happy among her cousins she hasn't seen in eons and all the giggly cacophony of Gerudo around here."

Malik sat down beside his son, noticing this was his second drink. "A cacophony eh? I take it you aren't enjoying yourself?"

"If I get one more brat telling me where I can penetrate my sword, I'm gonna lose my mind. And who says I'm not enjoying myself? I'm away from the rest of you with the best drink I've ever had. Nice job finding decent margaritas dad."

"Why are you mad at me? At your mother?"

"Oh, hmmm, let's think about that. Could you be that you are power driven? That you care more about this backwater desert town rather then staying in Hyrule with your own family? Or maybe its the fact you never even asked me if I wanted to come here and learn about the other half of my cultural background. That can certainly piss off a child." Revan clenched his drink tightly, coming close to shattering it with a flex of his hand. "But I think the thing that makes me the angriest, more than that, more than Luimaya's family making fun of me, is that you knocked up mom again! That you convinced her to keep a baby that will most likely kill her!" Revan sneered at his dad, finishing his second drink in a quick gulp, purely out of bitterness. "You were right. Gerudo Men are cursed have those they most care about come into harm."

Malik was stunned by that. "When did I---!!!" A memory came back to him, nearly a decade ago. Malik's fears and stress on the job lead him to drink himself into a stupor one night. Revan training by himself in the backyard while Asakonigei and Donoma where out flying their dragons. Malik realized it was the eve of his and Cipher's death long, long ago. With alcohol and worry clouding his judgement, he left a warning to Revan that stuck with the boy for years.

'Revan. You can't slack off. You have to push yourself harder if you want to succeed in this world. The gods have it out for us Gerudo. And no Gerudo man has lived in this world without some form of suffering. Fate will hurt us in so many ways. And it can hurt the ones we love the most. Remember that.'

Watching his son drink himself into a bitter corner made Malik see himself clearly in the young man. "Son... I'm not going to let your mother die. And you can't be so hard on yourself. Damn fate or anything else from stopping you from being happy."

"So what? I should be like you and take what you want right? You certainly have the power for it now don't you." Revan coldly looked at the mark on his father's hand. "You might want to cover that up. But I imagine you're going to etch that symbol into every gauntlet and glove of yours now. I get it. Best to show off the goal you were working for."

"Revan..."

"Honestly dad, I am happy for you. Really. You worked who knows how long to achieve all this. Just... just don't succumb to that power and ego. I want to remember you as my dad... and not kill the monster Klinge." Revan got up, heading out to find a bed. "I'm going to go to bed early. Maybe I'll return for a family gathering in the morning. If Luimaya orders it."

Malik sat completely still, saddened to see his son so bitter and angry. Like father, like son. And he was seeing the uglier sides.

When Malik finally returned to the tent, Asakonigei was still upset with him. She was not angry about the fact of him wanting to stay in Taiyo Town, what upset her was he did not even ask her. Not being part of the decision really hurt her feelings. Though, the Kovina was smart enough to know that stress was not good for the baby. So, she was quietly trying to ready a few things that the baby would need. A diaper changing station, a basinet, a few loose clothes, and doing her absolute best to knit a blanket to starve off boredom, but miserably failing at knitting.

Yet, at the look on her husband's face, she knew something else was bothering him. So, she chose to let the issue of excluding her in the decision slide for now and asked what was wrong. Then came the story of what Revan had said to him. And there was nothing scarier on the planet than a pregnant woman in that moment. So, in the morning, Asakonigei managed to waddle to her son's tent with two of the biggest pots she could find. And promptly clanged them together with a loud... POW!!!

The gong had been banged, and Revan fell out of bed. His head was ringing, and not just from the pots. The margaritas had given him the biggest hangover in years. “What the hell?!”

"Now that you're awake, we're going to talk." Asakonigei set down the pots and plopped down on the now vacant mattress to rest.

“No. I’m going back to bed.” Revan did his best to crawl back into bed.

"Do you want me to clang the pots again? Cause I will keep at it with a snap of my fingers until you suck it up and talk."

“Talk then.”

"First off, you're going to tell me what in the world possessed you to think that your father prefers Donoma over you."

“He brought her here. That’s evidence enough.”

"And? This is a Gerudo community of women. Don't you think he did it for your sister's benefit?" Asakonigei then said. "He wanted her to meet other women like her, not because he prefers her over you. He's never thought that."

"What about the fact I wanted to learn about Gerudo culture. He didn't take me because a Gerudo man is cursed by being born."

"That's not the reason he didn't take you, Revan. He didn't take you because you had other events occurring." Asakonigei explained to her son. "Gerudo men are not cursed. Look at King Covarog, Prince Ralnor, and Tebanam. And eve your friends, Turagor, Zahirog, Kerugan, Kuredor... all of them have Gerudo in their veins."

“Give them time. That’s what dad said....” Revan sounded so defeated, pulling a blanket closer over him. “Covarog watched his kingdom been torn apart. Tebanam had his heart broken. Uncle Ralnor has the darkness Klinge and Ganondorf held. Give it time. We hurt those we care about the most, or others...”

"Covarog did have to watch Vul'kar destroy Hyrule. But you know what happened after that?" Asakonigei asked her son, a lightness in her voice. "He rebuilt it with the help of his loved ones. Tebanam did have his heart broken. Then he found true love with Faris, and now even has a lovely little daughter, Skyla. Ralnor may have this darkness your father speaks of. However, he has kept his family and friends safe... and even he is happy with Cass and his three beautiful girls. For each part of strife in their lives... they've had a bigger spark of light."

"And father? Does him having the Triforce of Power not speak an omen to come?"

"Ganondorf trusts him. Queen Zarazu trusts him. And... I noticed markings of her magic upon his wrist." Asakonigei admitted to her son. "I do believe our queen has bound him to his word that he will use the Tri-Force for good. She is the wise one, after all."

Revan paused, unsure how to proceed with that. "I don't want dad to become Klinge again... I don't want to be Klinge."

"He won't be. You won't be. You promised to protect Luimaya, did you not?" Asakonigei shifted on the bed, pulling her son's head onto her lap. She carefully stroked his hair. "She's your good friend and I know you care about her a great deal. She is going to succeed King Covarog and Queen Zarazu one day. It may not seem like it now, but Luimaya is very important for Hyrule, for international relationships... she is not only Hylian, not only Gerudo, but Lorleidian as well. Our nation is getting more diverse."

"It's not Luimaya I'm worried about. She doesn't even need a bodyguard. I don't want to Nakeso getting killed because of me. Luimaya is fine on her own."

"... then why did you take the job to protect Luimaya if you're worried for Nakeso?" Asakonigei asked her boy. "What makes you think she will be in danger because of you?"

“Because fate is cruel. If I keep myself as far away from Nakeso without ruining our friendship, she can be safe.”

"What makes you so sure, Revan?"

Revan turned to his mom, a bitter look on his face. “Because it’s what happened to dad’s first wife. It’s what happens to everyone in this crazy extended family. They go through horrible trials, and those closest to them are hurt or killed.”

"What happened to Cipher was not your father's fault; it was a fight. She died due to a battle wound." Asakonigei assured her son. "Then he was reborn thanks to our queen's magic. You're here. Your sister's here. I'm still here." She questioned him then. "Life will always have trials, Revan. The only thing we can do is look forward to the future to try for a better tomorrow. If you want to view it as a curse, you may, but... I believe that if you talk to Nakeso, tell her your fears and how you truly feel... she'll want to stand beside you no matter what. Just like I have for your father."

"She died because the Zelda of that era stabbed her sword through her skull."

"And do you think Cipher faults your father for that?"

"She's dead. You think I want to live with that guilt like dad did? Hell no."

"If you're so worried about Nakeso being with you, then why don't you consult the goddesses for an answer?"

“What? Kovani? She wouldn’t listen.” Revan rose, taking a deep sigh. “And the Hylian gods aren’t exactly... fair.”

"The Golden Goddesses are never fair according to your father." Asakonigei gave a small snort. "It wouldn't hurt to ask Kovina. She's not as bad as Vatra."

"I doubt she can control fate." Her son sighed as he ran a hand down his face. "Anything else you want to talk about? I'm going to get water and take care of this hangover."

"Yes, I do. You need to apologize to your father and your sister." Asakonigei was not going to take no for an answer. "And you need to talk to Nakeso."

“I’ll think about it.”

"You'll do it." Asakonigei held up the pots. "Or do I have to clang these again?"

"Fine. God you are stubborn."

"You didn't get all your stubborn genes from your father, you know. Some of them, you got from me." Asakonigei kissed Revan's forehead and then hefted herself to her feet. "I'm going to walk back to my tent now. If your father finds out that I've snuck out, he'll raise hell again."

"Ah let him." Revan watched her walk off and sighed. "Better find my sister to start..."

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Previous Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/622677305470402560/the-rising-sun-ch-5-power-exchanged

Final Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/622856589528989696/the-rising-sun-ch-7-hail-the-king

Crossover with my friend @ridersoftheapocalypse. Go read her solo work as well as mine! Comments always appreciated.

#crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #Gerudo #Taiyo Town #Klinge/Malik #Asakonigei #Donoma #Revan

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we-are-the-rebellion · 4 years

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The Little Things

//I’ve wanted to write this for a long time and just never have, so enjoy! or not, that’s fine. art is subjective.

Warnings: pregnancy, c section mention, cheating mention, and worst of all... babies.

Word count: lots

Synopses: Four sets of new parents react to having baby sons.

Tag: @thereasontherumisgone

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Date: 5/2/174

Location: Apartment Block 9F, Toronto, Ontario-Quebec Region

Yoshikazu Hirayama lovingly ran his hand over his wife Katrina’s pregnant belly.

“Akemi.” he suggested. She laughed.

“What does Akemi even mean?” she asked, laying her hand over her husband’s. He shrugged.

“I don’t know.” Katrina put her arm over his shoulders and thought about it.

“Do we have to come up with a name tonight?” she wondered, feigning exhaustion. Yoshikazu looked appalled.

“Kat, the baby is due any day and we haven’t thought about what we’re going to name him!” She laughed, leaning into his shoulder.

“I know, I know. But Kazi, it’s late, and you haven’t suggested any good names.” she sighed, looking up at him. He kissed her forehead.

“That means we have to get through as many of these names as fast as possible so you can get to bed.” he purred, nudging his wife’s nose with his own. She groaned. “How about Yuji?”

“I don’t know. This is too hard.” she complained.

“If you want, I can go find the book.” he offered, playing with a strand of her hair. “My only wish is that we pick a name from it. My grandpa would be turning in his grave if he knew that any descendant of his didn’t have a name from the old world.”

The “book” was really an old journal with a bunch of names written down from one of the old cultures. As the story went, the Hirayama family didn’t want to lose their culture, so they wrote down the name of every member of their family and friends in this book so that future generations could name their children after them and the history wouldn’t be lost. It was also well known that the story was heavily exaggerated. It didn’t matter to Yoshikazu what the names in the book meant or if they actually meant anything, it simply fascinated him that he had the ability to keep his great great grandparents’ culture alive in some way just by having a name that came from that old world. Nobody remembered what Yoshikazu meant, but he loved it. He imagined men from the old world named Yoshikazu. Would they be fighters? Lovers? Shop owners? Were they kind? Did they keep pets? How did they feel when the bombs started to fall, how much fear, how much anger, how much grief? His name was a fragment of a time that could never be gotten back, and he wanted his son to have a fragment of that time too.

He came back out to the living room with the book.

“How about Ren?” he asked. Katrina exhaled slowly.

“I don’t think I like that one.” He sat down next to her again, flipping back and forth in the book. The names weren’t in alphabetical order, which was slightly irritating, but he had flipped through it so many times, dreaming of the old world, that he almost knew every page by heart.

“Kenji.” he said, his finger tracing along the faded and time worn paper. Katrina looked at the page.

“I like that one, actually.” she mumbled, yawning and nuzzling into her husband’s shoulder. Yoshikazu beamed.

“Then Kenji it is.” he grinned, putting the book on the coffee table and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Kenji Hirayama.” Katrina smiled.

“What do you think our son will be like?” she murmured, closing her eyes.

“If he’s anything like you, he’ll be a stubborn workaholic.” he teased, threading his fingers through her wavy hair. She chuckled softly.

“And if he’s anything like you he’ll try and argue with everyone he comes across.” Yoshikazu scoffed.

“I do not do that.” She half opened her eyes, a knowing smirk plastered on her face.

“When I told you I was pregnant you tried to debate me on whether or not I was 100% completely positively sure.” He laughed at the memory, blissfully reminiscing.

“That was because I know that I always made sure we had protection.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m nine months pregnant with your son and you’re still insisting the condom didn’t break. I can’t believe I married you.” she muttered, a soft smile pulling at her lips.

They both sighed happily.

“I love you.” Yoshikazu hummed.

“I love you too.” Katrina mumbled back, already dozing off.

“And I love you too, Kenji Hirayama.” he whispered, gently rubbing Katrina’s stomach as he felt sleep pulling at his eyelids as well.

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Date: 10/1/175

Location: Allen Residence, Ottowa, Ontario-Quebec Region

Michael Ashworth cursed and tossed his phone onto the table in front of him. His younger sister Genevieve looked up at him from across the room.

“Now what?” she muttered, taking a long sip from her cup of tea.

“Evangeline just went into labour.” he snarled, rubbing his forehead. Genevieve shrugged.

“Then get to the hospital and hold her hand while she screams. Pretend you were caught up with work.” she said casually, grimacing at the taste of her drink. Michael growled.

“How is this so fucking simple for you Viv? I slept with my assistant last night and now my wife is in labour!” he shouted, banging his fist onto the table.

“Stop making such a big deal out of this. You slept with that girl, so what? Just go and sit by Evangeline’s side while she gives birth and pretend like your marriage is perfect.” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Michael stood up, knocking the chair over, and started pacing around his sister’s dining room.

“Maybe you can just have affairs left and right, Genevieve, but I’m not like that! Fuck, the only reason I did it is because Evangeline is pregnant and she didn’t want to do anything until the baby was born, and now every time I’m going to look at the little brat I’ll think about how I fucked around behind his mother’s back with my twenty year old secretary!” Genevieve sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Life, she missed being able to smoke. She hated being pregnant.

“It doesn’t matter. Go and have your tantrum somewhere else. The nanny is going to be home soon with Max and Gena and I don’t want them to see their uncle acting like a melodramatic fool.” Michael clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face twitching.

“Of course you don’t. Leader forbid you give me advice on how to get away with infidelity around Max! I’m still fucking shocked that Elijah hasn’t asked for a DNA test, seeing as the boy he’s been raising as his son has no physical traits in common with him!” he barked, grabbing his phone off the table and storming out.

Genevieve walked over to the sink in the kitchen and dumped out the rest of the disgusting tea. She couldn’t care less about his infidelity, or her own. It was just a fact of life, no need to get upset.

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Date: 25/8/177

Location: Sharp Residence, Toronto, Ontario-Quebec Region

Nathaniel Sharp Sr proudly lifted his newborn son into the air.

“Careful with him dear, he’s only a few weeks old.” his wife Erin chuckled, laying on the couch. Nathaniel grinned and pulled the tiny baby to his chest.

“He loves it. Don’t you little Nate? Yes you do.” he cooed, cradling his son and smiling as the baby gurgled happily. He couldn’t imagine being a prouder man. “I made this thing.” he said with pride, showing off the baby to his wife. She cocked an eyebrow and sat up.

“Oh really? You made him?” Nathaniel chuckled, passing the baby off to her.

“I helped.” he insisted, sitting down next to her. She shook her head and took her baby son, cradling him in her lap. As she held him, he started to cry.

“Oh, are you hungry baby? Come here.” she said softly, lifting him up and pulling down her shirt so he could breastfeed. Nathaniel smiled, leaning his head on her free shoulder.

“I love you.” he murmured, kissing the side of her neck. She hummed quietly.

“I love you too.”

When Nathaniel Jr finished breastfeeding, she pulled her shirt back up. Nathaniel Sr sighed.

“Damn it. I wanted a turn.” he sighed, grinning. Erin pushed him away, laughing.

“You don’t need to suck on my boobs to stay alive, baby Nate does.” she said, gazing down lovingly at her son resting against her chest.

“Grown up Nate needs your boobs to stay alive too, just in a different way.” Nathaniel replied with a pout. She rolled her eyes.

“You can have full access to my chest once our baby is old enough to be away from me for five minutes without crying.” Nathaniel grinned, pressing his lips to his wife’s cheek.

“Deal.”

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Date: 9/10/215

Location: Toronto General Hospital, Toronto, Ontario-General

Liberty Pryce slowly woke up, exhausted and hazy from the anesthetics. Something had gone wrong while she was giving birth and needed a c-section, so she had been put out. As she came to, she heard muffled voices arguing outside. She looked and saw her husband, standing just outside her hospital room, angrily shouting at her doctor and a couple of anxious looking nurses. She was confused. Why was he so angry?

“William?” she mumbled groggily. One of the nurses noticed she was awake and scuttled over to her side. William and the doctor quickly followed behind. “What’s going on?” William glared at the nurses.

“These morons lost our baby!”

“Now hold on-”

“No, you said that you wanted to do some test on him, and he still isn’t back! How the fuck do you lose a child, are you completely incompetent?”

Liberty felt panic wash over her body.

“My baby... Where’s my baby...” she muttered, her breaths coming ragged and uneven. Her husband leaned down and squeezed her hand.

“I’ll find him. And then I’ll make these bastards pay for this.” he whispered, tilting her head up to look at him. She choked out a sob.

“My baby... He’s out there... Oh life, my baby...” she cried, clinging onto his shirt as an anchor. William glared daggers at the doctor.

“Find my son, or I’ll have your ass thrown over the wall.” __________________________

Yoshikazu rushed into the hospital room, out of breath and anxious.

“Katrina...” he panted, falling by her bedside. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry I missed everything...” Katrina smiled and put her hand on his arm.

“You didn’t miss much. I screamed a lot and there was blood.” He frowned.

“I missed the birth of my second son. I should have been here.” he sighed, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. “Where is he?”

“They said that there was something a little off about his heart, they took him to go check it out.” Yoshikazu’s eyes went wide.

“He has something wrong with his heart?” Katrina shook her head.

“They said not to worry, it was probably nothing. But they just want to be sure.” she reassured him, squeezing his arm. He nodded, anxiety clouding his mind. Surely it was nothing.

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After the worst ten minutes of Liberty Pryce’s life, ten minutes of panic unlike anything else she had ever imagine she could experience, two nurses walked in cradling a crying, newborn baby. Liberty practically threw herself out of bed to take her infant back.

“Oh! Oh my baby, my little baby, Carson. Carson...” she sobbed, stretching out her shaking arms to hold her son. William sat down next to her, putting his arms around her shoulders and looking down at his son as he cried. He held his wife and son, tears brimming in his eyes, tears of relief. Of joy. Nothing was going to hurt his baby, not now. Not ever.

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“Look who’s back!” cooed a nurse softly as she brought back Katrina’s newborn son. She gently laid him into his mother’s waiting arms. Katrina smiled and took back her son.

“You should hold him, Kazi.” she said, beaming up at her husband. Yoshikazu smiled and took him into his arms.

“Hi...” he whispered. “Jiro. My son.” Tears brimmed in his eyes.

“Jiro Hajime Hirayama.” Katrina said softly, cuddling up to her husband as he cried over his new son. Jiro coughed and sputtered, opening his eyes. Yoshikazu chuckled softly.

“Hey... He’s got blue eyes.” he said, excitedly looking over to Katrina. “Like your dad.” Katrina leaned over and looked.

“Heh... I guess I must have been too tired to notice earlier. He does.” She softly ran her hand over the baby’s head. “He’s so special, he’s got his grandfather’s eyes. The prettiest little eyes.” she whispered softly, kissing her son’s forehead.

“Careful sweetheart, Kenji is going to be jealous.” Yoshikazu chuckled, handing Jiro back to Katrina.

“Speaking of which, where is he? You told me he didn’t want to come.”

“He’s with the neighbor, Mister Spiorad.” Yoshikazu laughed. “I told him he was going to miss meeting his new baby brother and he told me that he didn’t even want a brother.”

Katrina laughed with him.

“Oh, well. I bet he’s going to be a great big brother once he meets little Jiro.” She smiled and leaned up, pressing a kiss to her husband’s cheek. Yoshikazu turned his head so she was kissing his lips. He loved his wife, and he loved his two sons. He would do anything for his family. Anything.

#dystopian canada #carson pryce #kenji hirayama #nate sharp #zander ashworth #pregnancy tw #cheating mention #dystopia #c section mention #the little things #one shot

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tallisstark · 4 years

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the courts offer bread and salt to TALLIS STARK of HOUSE STARK. many say that the TWENTY FOUR year old PRINCESS of THE NORTHERN KINGDOM is known to be DARING and LIGHTHEARTED, though ill tongues whisper that she is RECKLESS and UNFORGIVING. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of a thrown knife meeting its target, the smell of well-worn riding leathers, dark hair in elaborate braids. may she blessed and protected in this war of crowns. (fc: Anya Taylor Joy)

Hi all!! I’m Shay. I was in this RP briefly before, but I don’t expect anybody to remember me at all. I am excited to see this back in the tags and can’t wait to get started writing with you all. Under the cut is some more information about Tallis, though I have kept things fairly vague so as not to contradict anything her family may have already written, so this may be altered later. If you’d like to plot, please do drop me a message or like this and I’ll come to you!

Updated 09/02/2020

Tallis is the daughter of King Brandon Stark and Queen Betha, nee Mooton, one of four children. As well as her siblings, she has three cousins on her mother’s side - the Mooton sisters. She loves her family dearly, and is proud of her lineage.

From the moment she had been born, Tallis Stark was the apple of her father's eye. A lesser man than King Brandon Stark might have been disappointed that the child was a girl, but not he. She had been born early, smaller than most, with skin thin as paper and eyes too big for her head. She came into the world in the dead of a Winter, and few but King Brandon expected her to survive, until they heard her cry. Nothing with a shriek that loud could ever be weak.

She was a noisy baby, her wails heard all through Winterfell. Even when she was content, she yelled and gurgled and made herself known. They should have realised that was an omen of things to come, for Tallis Stark had a will as unyielding as valyrian steel, and would never learn to be silent.

Shrieking babe became wild toddler, wild toddler became feral child. She grew slowly, always dwarfed by others her age, with bones as fragile as a fledgling bird, but Tallis Stark was no bird. She was every inch a direwolf, a true child of the North. Her father delighted in her, and the pair of them were close, rarely away from each other's sides. He celebrated in her passion, his fire of the frost, he called it, and turned a blind eye to her behaviour, amused by antics that only grew bolder over time.

Queen Betha was not so amused. She despaired over her daughter at times, wringing hands in frustration, knowing not how to turn her wild, willful child into a respectable, Northern lady. She tried to arrange many a plot to foster Tallis, with her family in Maidenpool, to The Vale, the south, but King Brandon would not allow it. He would have missed her too greatly, and in any case, it was only he who had any degree of control over her. He rarely put his foot down, but when he did, she listened.

To anybody who worked in Winterfell, Tallis Stark was the bane of their existence. She terrorised the servants, the gardeners, the cooks, the squires. Nobody was safe from her unique brand of mischief, and though some were as fond of her as her father was, others would curse her name to delighted laughs from the royal brat.

She was always quick-witted, sharp and bright, but she didn't shine academically. Perhaps she could of, if she had put her mind to it, and she could recite the houses, their sigils and banners from memory. She liked history, but some of the more basic skills were lost to her. She struggled to read, and her penmanship is dreadful, her maths even worse. Eventually, she gave up trying. She grew good at listening and remembering, learning the stories of legend by ear and mimicking them perfectly. She could sew when she concentrated, but cared little for it, and never tried.

Where she did excel was in all things physical. She was small, but with that she was lithe and nimble, and she moved with a fluid grace that one would not expect from a girl with so much chaos in her soul. She could dance better than anyone, and rode a horse like she was half-centaur. She can hunt, she can climb, and she is fast, and of that she is most proud.

It was perhaps her boisterous nature that led her to seek out the company of the various boys if Winterfell, be they wards or the sons of visiting lords who made regular appearances. There was Eliar Umber, with whom she rode and played and made wishful plans to set off into Westeros in the search of glorious adventure. There was Aeron Greyjoy, who had recognised her warrior's spirit and placed a sword in her hand and an idea in her heart. And there was Rodrik Forrester. Since he had arrived at Winterfell as a ward, Tallis took great delight in his company.

Most believed Tallis would calm as she grew, and one day make a wonderful wife and mother. They are still waiting for this day to come. As she has got older, Tallis has only become more hedonistic. She does as she pleases with little regard for what it may mean for other people. She’s a drinker, and a gambler, and intensely passionate in her relationships with others. She has trained hard at weaponry, can throw a knife with great accuracy at 100 paces and has grown skilled with a sword. She fights with two now, light, but sharp blades clutched in either hand. Though she has never tasted battle, she is good, more than capable of holding her own. She knows that, though strong for her size, she cannot win a fight on strength and force alone, and so relies on her agility and speed to win, a tactic that serves her well.

The fire in her can be a beautiful thing, warm and bright and leaving her humming with an energy that comes from deep within her, a passion and a zest for life that can't be touched. She makes a warm and loving friend, but behind that is a danger. She can scorch hot enough to burn, and is prone to jealousy and quick to anger. The temper of Tallis Stark is legendary, and once you have fallen out of your favour, she will hold a grudge that she may never relinquish, her stubborn nature leaving her unforgiving, even long after she has forgotten why she was ever angry.

She is an animal lover, particularly dogs, birds and horses. She has a collection of birds of prey she is particularly proud of, and is usually in the company of a large, black and white dog. Originally named Kermit, as he grew gigantically big, she lovingly nicknamed him Crackbones after one of her favourite stories of old.

Tallis is adventurous by nature. She can be incredibly charming and affable when it suits her, and would never intentionally harm somebody without cause, however, she is selfish, even more so as a result of her hedonistic ways, and can often cause unintended hurt to others as a result.

Tallis is proud to be a Stark. For that reason, she doesn’t think she will ever intentionally seek a marriage. She wants to retain her name and her status, and if that means remaining unmarried, then so be it. There was one she would have given it all up for, but it wasn't to be and over time she lost hope.

At the core of it, she's a girl Who doesn't truly know what she wants. To travel, certainly, and see the world beyond The North, but to stay a woman of Winterfell. She longs to wander, but knows she will always return home, even as she resents being stuck behind stone walls. She isn't one for castle life, would be an awful wife and a worse mother. She loved once, and he was the only man she would ever consider marrying, but he was given to another and her heart was broken.

Now, she's struggling to find her place, hurting from the loss of her dear father, but knows it's at her brother's side. She harbours dreams of serving as a Northern ambassador, or even as a Kingsguard, anything to give her purpose and open up a part of a world she can only imagine.

#crowns.intro

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thegreatdivorce · 5 years

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There and back again...

This post is about a lot of things, but it’s mainly about my love for Faramir and Eowyn… and about how the book is always better than the movie. But we have to go back a lil before we can start.

I read Lord of the Rings for the first time when I was 14 years old. It took me a long time to get through it. I think a whole year, maybe more. I had trouble for a few reasons: one, it’s a big story for a young reader, and two, my motivation was probably in the wrong place. I grew up on a healthy diet of C. S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, my dad read the Chronicles of Narnia series to me as a kid and I read The Hobbit (on my dad’s special collectors edition) not long after that, but I never made it to Lord of the Rings until the films came out. And I only really read the books then because I loved the films so much. Let me repeat that with more emphasis, I loved. these films. so. much. I could recite lines from the movies, yes, but I could also recite lines from the commentary the cast created for each extended edition. I can still recall the jokes, pranks, and memories the cast hold dear almost as if I had lived through them myself as the 10th member of the fellowship. I still call David Wenham ‘Daisy Wenham,’ and if the word ‘wig’ appears in conversation my brain immediately goes to, “your hair changes dramatically from short to long… do you wear wigs?” If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you are not a true fan of the film series. It meant so much to me when I was younger that I think I started the books as a way to stay in that world a lil longer. And I guess constantly comparing the books to a beloved film series is not the best way to read because I didn’t enjoy them as much as I thought I would. To be clear, I didn’t dislike the books, Return of the Kings marks one of the few books to make me cry (Theoden’s death got to me), but the books didn’t impact me in the same way the films did.

Fast forward some 13 years later and something, I’m not exactly sure what, convinced me to read the books again. I have a long book list, one that I am sorely behind on, so choosing a 1000+ page saga (one that I’ve already read before) while other books are waiting to be cracked open for the first time was probably not the most productive decision I’ve made, but I regret nothing. I still own the same copy of LOTR I owned when I first read the series and man, there’s something about the smell of a book that can bring you right back to where you were when you first opened it because that’s exactly what happened when I started re-reading it. There is something nice about feeling like you’re 14 again… feeling like your whole life is ahead of you, but the only thing you have to worry about is reading this one book.

Although the smell of the book felt the same, other things felt different. Aragorn does not struggle at all with the idea of his kingship like Viggo does in the film, Sam feels a bit more of a simpleton in the books, and Frodo seems older and wiser than the 19-year-old Elijah Wood feels in the movies. All of these things are small differences and as I was reading book one and book two, I found I still liked the movies for what they are and tried to be (although that scene where Frodo tells Sam to leave just before Shelob’s lair, that he doesn’t need him anymore, will never make sense to me), but for the most part I liked both film and book fairly evenly. But entering into book three, I realized how certain characters got the short end of the movie stick. Particularly Eowyn and Faramir. I��ll be frank, I don’t know how you would have written more of them into the story without bogging down the pacing of the rest of the movie, but that’s kind of my point, Eowyn’s story is so good she needs her own dang movie so everyone can discuss how amazing and complex she is. And Faramir too, but we’ll get to him in a moment.

Eowyn in the movie is played wonderfully by Miranda Otto. Seriously, the casting of this series is pretty near perfect. Her part is relatively small, but they touch on all the main points of her character. She’s a fierce warrior, but she feels stuck in a cage staying at home having to care for her people and the man she considers a father all by herself, she falls for Aragorn, he doesn’t return her love, she wants to ride to war, she does so secretly, she kills the Witch-King, she receives the honor and valor she has always wanted, she marries Faramir, bada bing, bada boom, done. It’s a nice lil package, but it’s the highlight reel because there is so much more to Eowyn than that...

So to know Eowyn, we have to know the people of Rohan. Faramir does a nice job summing them up when he refers to them while talking to Sam and Frodo in The Window on the West, “If the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us (the people of Gondor), enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valor as things good in themselves, both as a sport and an end. We esteem a warrior, nonetheless, above other crafts.” Faramir continues to talk of war “as is the need of their day,” a necessary evil, but you can tell... he’s really not into it. This is shown in a few different ways throughout the books (his relationship in contrast with his brother/father as one example), but the place it really hits home happens earlier in the same chapter when he states this zinger, “War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” (Side note, Faramir is the best and I know everybody loves fawning over King Viggo Aragorn, but y'all are sleeping on the best man in the whole series! Faramir is where it is at. He’s far more complex than Aragorn and I will fangirl over him more later on, but we’re still on Eowyn, so I’ll continue.) So the people of Rohan are a proud, fierce, war-loving crowd. They actually sing songs as they are killing people in battle. Think “whistle while you work,” but fiercer and more insane. But Faramir is not dissing them; he is not implying they are war-hungry, or war-mongers, simply the Rohirrim believe proving themselves in battle is a right they deserve.

Enter Eowyn. In contrast to Faramir, who seems to have a sober understanding of war and battle, Eowyn finds her worth in it. We can see this most obviously in her attraction to Aragorn. In the movie, their attraction seems to develop in a natural, innocent way. I vaguely remember Miranda Otto mentioning in some interview for the DVD special features that part of the reason why it’s so tragic that Aragorn turns Eowyn down is that he knows they would make a good match. Essentially if Aragorn hadn’t met Arwen first, Aragorn and Eowyn could be together. Honestly, with how the movie presented their relationship, yah, I get it. Except that’s not how it is in the books. Aragorn, in The Houses of Healing, looks to Eomer and says, “I say to you that she loves you more truly than me; for you she loves and knows; but in me she loves only a shadow and a thought: a hope of glory and great deeds, and lands far from the fields of Rohan.” Eowyn desires the great deeds of war, not like Faramir does: as a means to protect a people, but as a way to prove herself. Faramir seems to find an honor in all crafts and positions, but Eowyn, although protective of them, talks lowly of her own people, consistently stating she is not a “dry-nurse” or a “serving-woman” but higher above them as a member of the House of Eorl. Eowyn speaks of a hierarchy within Rohan, consistently placing herself above the other women who are care-takers or mothers. What makes this even more tragic is that it’s not entirely her fault that she has come to this thinking. Gandalf, again in The House of Healing, explains to Eomer, “Think you that Wormtongue had poison only for Theoden’s ears? ‘What is the house of Eorl but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among dogs?’ Have you not heard these words before? My lord, if your sister’s love for you, and her will still bent her duty, had not restrained her lips, you might have heard even such things as these escape them. But who knows what she spoke in the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in on her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?” It’s tragic. And what’s worse is Eomer’s shock in thinking about his sister in this light. He never really knew her. No one did. Eowyn has always been fighting alone. Which is what makes her conclusion so satisfying...

Eowyn rides into the Battle of Pelennor and kills the Witch-king (with the help of Merry). As I mentioned before, this is covered very well in the film, there is the great “I am no man” line which is taken from the book and although Eowyn is injured it seems she finally got her chance to defend herself in battle, like the other able-bodied men, so we’re meant to rejoice at her triumph, which I did when I saw the film. Except, again, that’s not the point in the book. Obviously, it’s great that the Witch-king is dead, but that event is the rising action leading into Eowyn’s healing, not her resolution… because Eowyn still wants to die in battle. She survived the Witch-king, she is being forced to heal her wounds in the House of Healing, but all she wants to do is die. Die as King Theoden has just done in battle (crushed by the body of his own horse) because this is the only way she can achieve the honor she feels she deserves. Because, again, Aragorn won’t give her that honor. And Faramir challenges this notion directly to Eowyn when they meet each other in the House of Healing, “You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he was high and puissant, and you wanted to have renown and glory and to be lifted far above the mean things of that crawled on the earth. But when he gave you only understanding and pity, then you desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle.” And it is only here, with Faramir, the first person to really see Eowyn and challenge her openly, does she acknowledge the truth, and her darkness (her desire for death) passes. It’s so beautiful. Eowyn exclaims, “Behold, the shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.” And if you find a sadness or a disappointment in Eowyn’s proclamation of a life of peace than you are not paying attention to what Tolkien is putting down.

This is important because I’ve heard this complaint before… Tolkien is not saying that it is wrong for Eowyn to participate in battle, to be a shieldmaiden, because she is a woman, (there are multiple instances in the book where Eowyn is described as a worthy warrior alongside her male companions. Hamma, may he rests in peace, nominates Eowyn as the person to manage the. whole. kingdom in place of the king when Theoden and Eomer leave for Helms Deep. So there’s that.) Tolkien is saying it is wrong to glorify battle, death, and destruction. full stop. No matter who you are. It is a point that is continually being made time and time again throughout the whole series by almost every character. And it should be no surprise coming from a man who fought in the first world war and then lived through the second. “I will not take joy only in the songs of slaying,” is really what Tolkien is trying to drive home here. Eowyn is still a warrior. Right after she accepts Faramir’s proposal and Aragorn is crowned king, Eowyn is like, “Faramir, I love you. I’m gonna marry you. But I have some important business to take care of back in Rohan with my brother, so I’m gonna leave… I’ll be back in like a month probably. Bye.” Yes, girl! That is the moment we should be applauding. Not the moment where Eowyn kills the Witch-king, but the moment where Eowyn realizes herself as a warrior but also a healer and there being a time and honor in both of those crafts if they have a proper foundation. It’s the moment when Eowyn finally sees and knows herself. And you know what Faramir says in response to Eowyn’s leaving? Nothing. He lets her go to do her thing because he is the best and I love him.

On to Faramir!

Ok. So. I’ll be brief here. Or I’ll try to be. One, because I think I’ve already shown a fair amount of Faramir’s great qualities, but also because I think his character in the film shows a stronger resemblance to the book than Eowyn’s. If we can all ignore that scene where Faramir drags Frodo and Sam to Osgiliath (because that never happens *eye roll*), and focus on the dialogue dealing with his dad, we’re getting pretty faithful Faramir content as pretty much all of the Faramir - Denethor dialogue is taken directly from the book, and it’s all golden. And when I say golden, I mean deadly. The, “‘Since you were robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, Father.’ - ‘That will depend on the manner of your return.’” exchange between Faramir and Denethor is brutal. To say that Faramir has daddy issues is an understatement. But that brings us up to an important point. Faramir is just as broken as Eowyn is and their meeting is not so much so Faramir can save Eowyn but for them to find healing in each other.

Faramir’s dad is insane. Literally. By the end of the book, Denethor loses his mind and tries to kill both him and his son by burning them alive. Faramir is not fully aware his dad is trying to kill him because by the time Denethor is building a funeral pyre, Faramir is slipping in and out of consciousness due to his battle wounds (to clarify, Denethor thinks his son is already dead, which is why he wants to share the funeral pyre with him. It doesn’t make it better, but it’s the facts). So the last thing Faramir hears, in full conscience, is that his dad wishes that he had died in his brother’s place and the only way he can prove his worth is sustaining victory in battle. Which he knows he cannot do. So Faramir goes to battle, is injured, and ultimately wants to die. Sound familiar? But he doesn’t. Aragorn calls him back to health in the House of Healing and he meets Eowyn.

Faramir likes Eowyn from the moment they meet but can see she is struggling and doesn’t know the exact cause of her pain. So he talks to the best wingman in Middle Earth, Merry, and puts all the details together that Eowyn is still pretty hung up on Aragorn, and for all the wrong reasons. Faramir decides to gently pursue Eowyn which, if you think about it, is quite the courageous thing to do considering Faramir’s past. Faramir’s whole life consists of being left behind, the man that is not chosen. As we established above, his own father chose and loved his brother, Boromir, over him. Boromir was chosen to join the Fellowship of the Ring, not Faramir. It’s even in his job description to be picked over. Faramir is a Steward of Gondor, he’s to hold court until the proper king appears and then literally step out of the way. Here is another area where potentially someone is going to choose someone else in place of him. Faramir questions Eowyn about her love for Aragorn asking, “[I’m assuming] you cannot choose between us. Eowyn, do you not love me, or will you not?” Ugh, tragic. She admits, “I wished to be loved by another, but I desire no man’s pity.” Faramir clarifies, “I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and you yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear, or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?”

It’s actually nerve-wracking when you leave out Eowyn’s response to this question; to know Faramir is asking someone he loves dearly for love in return, something he was rarely afforded in his life, especially in the beautiful way in which he asked it. He sees Eowyn for who she truly is, someone even she doesn’t fully recognize yet, and who she can be: a valiant queen. And not just any queen, Faramir says the Queen of Gondor, Aragorn’s wife. Faramir basically admits, “I know there’s a chance you could still be with Aragorn, but even if you did, I would still love you regardless.” It’s so courageous and beautiful, and in a lot of ways, the ultimate test to see if Faramir has really healed over the wounds his father has left. The wounds of being left unchosen. But Eowyn does choose, she chooses to be with him, and they ultimately provide healing and understanding to each other.

And that’s all left unsaid in the films. None of it is really in there which is such a bummer because it’s so good. And this whole story has been waiting for me to re-discover it on my shelf for the past 13 years and I’ve finally made my way back. Can’t believe I almost missed it.

Anyhow, thank you for coming to my TED Talk on why Faramir and Eowyn are the best and why reading books is cool.

I probably could write more, but I’ve taken a brief break in reading the dang book to write this essay and I still have a few more chapters to go to finish the whole thing.

Good day.

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