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fallinforerling · 1 year

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mimi i can’t stop thinking about when y/n comes and visit sthe bellinghams and y/n and jobe hug for too long n jude is just so very… pouty the whole night lmfaooooo then when he drops you off at home he’s so clingy and whiny :c

- bora <3

ps. this used to be erensfavgirly just so you know 😭 you can tag me as roses-arerosies for all ur new fics <3

but you love me more, right? - jb

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ೃ⁀➷ jude’s masterlist

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Jude was ecstatic once he found out you were able to come with him to England. Visiting his family already had him in a fantastic mood, but now that he knew you were accompanying him, he was over the moon. He knew how well you got along with his family, so once he let everyone know on the group chat, he confirmed all the affection his family had for you with every new text popped up on the screen.

✉️ Mum ❤: Yay! That’s such great news!

✉️ Mum ❤: Tell her I’m making her favorite

✉️ Hey! What about my favorite?

✉️ Jobe: Oh, please. She’s the apple of mum’s eyes, don’t act like you didn’t knew

✉️ Dad: Tell her that I bought new tea flavors for us to try

✉️ I’m starting to think I’m not the main attraction of this visit, am I?

✉️ Jobe: No way! Seriously?

✉️ Jobe: She’s also my favorite

✉️ Dad: Jobe, donʼt be hurtful towards your brother

✉️ Mum ❤: Canʼt wait to see you both 💕

✉️ Jobe: Tell her I miss her

He couldn’t help but smile at his brother’s text. It was obvious he had a crush on you; Jude found it funny since it was a little bit cliché, the little brother having a crush on the older brother’s stunning girlfriend. Oldest joke in the books. It wasn’t a big deal anyways.

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He didn’t consider himself a jealous person. At least, not the type of person that would go as far as considering his own brother a menace to his relationship. It was stupid to even consider it anything more than something to joke about. There wasn't a real chance of something actually happening, not only because he was his brother but also because he was younger than both of you. You considered him a little brother, for the love of God.

Nonetheless, it was hard to ignore how long the hug between you two lasted. His brother seemed to be in heaven while holding you tightly, his head basically on your neck, refusing to let you go after a couple of minutes. It was almost funny to see if it weren’t for the unnerving feeling he was getting from it. He didn’t want to sound crazy, but... Was he smelling your hair?

“It’s so great to finally see you!” You said once Jobe let you go. He looked down at you with the biggest of smiles. “And you got so tall! How did this happen?” You pinched his cheeks, treating him as you always did, with care.

However, Jude’s brain started to overthink, and he was feeling nauseous. Why was he jealous of his own brother? He was being ridiculous, and he knew that. But some things were hard to avoid, and his jealousy was one of them. He tried to fight it as you all moved to the living room, where his mom had prepared a big tray of snacks.

“So, did you had a good flight?” His dad asked once you were all sitting on different points of the large sofa. You nodded with a smile, receiving a tiny bowl full of your favorite snacks from Jobe, who only had eyes for you.

“Thank you, honey!” You said to Jobe, who nodded with a slight blush on his cheeks before getting a bowl of his own. “It wasn’t as terrible as I thought. I actually really liked the food they gave us; it was a tasty chicken sandwich. Right, babe?” Your voice woke him up from his daydreaming, making him sigh with guilt for the direction that his thoughts were taking. “Are you tired?” You asked once he didn’t answer right away, rubbing his leg.

“No, no. I was just distracted for a little bit. But yes, it was a surprisingly good sandwich. She had to talk me into eating it at first, though.”

You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but hold you closer to his frame, suddenly hungry for your touch. He didn’t let his mind slip to any other ridiculous thought about jealousy and his brother’s stupid crush on you. He gave his full attention to one of his dad’s stories, making sure to always have you close to him while listening. He knew you were giving him weird looks because this wasn’t his usual behavior around his family, but he didn’t care, he needed to have you next to him for a moment.

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Okay, forget about leaving his jealousy thoughts behind.

Jobe was stepping over an imaginary line that he didn’t know he had marked down since you all entered the kitchen. He was all over your space, but the worst thing was that you didn’t seem to mind. He hugged you by the shoulders, talking about God knows what while giving you the smile he knew very well since he was the one who taught him the smile trick. Was he openly flirting with you, or was he seeing things? Why would he do that in front of him? Why would he do that in general?

When he decided that enough was enough, and that he was going to do something about the situation, Jobe left your side. He saw how you nodded with a tiny smile at whatever he said, still sipping the cup of blueberry tea his dad gave you not too long ago. He saw it as the perfect opportunity to take you away from his brother’s hands.

“Hello, pretty.” He said once he was near enough to whisper in your ear. You giggled, as every time he startled you, but you immediately turned around to hug him. “I missed you.” Jude returned the hug, closing his eyes once he felt your warmth around him.

He didn’t know why, but he was feeling the need to be as close as possible to you. Why was he feeling so clingy all of the sudden?

“Are you okay, babe? You were acting a bit weird earlier.” You said against his neck while rubbing his back distractedly.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He wanted to stop there and just enjoy the hug, but his brain had other plans. “Seems like Jobe missed you a lot.”

“Right?” You were apparently naive about what he meant by it, since you just smiled. “He’s such a sweetheart, I love him a lot.”

Okay? Ouch, no need to rub it on his face.

“But you love me more, right?” He bit his lip, surprised by his own stupidity. Why would he ask something like that? What was wrong with him?

“Are you guys ready for dinner?” His mom interrupted whatever dumb thing he was about to say after what just came out of his mouth.

“Just a minute, Denise.” You didn’t let him go, hugging his waist a little bit tighter while smiling apologetically at her. He saw the expression on your face, and he knew you noticed what was wrong.

“That’s alright, I’ll hold your plates for a minute, come when you’re ready.” His mother said, finally leaving you alone. It appears like you weren’t the only one who noticed something strange going on.

“Baby, are you jealous of Jobe?” You asked it in a serious manner, but your eyes were filled with such amusement that he felt like a little kid that just said something very stupid but very funny as well.

“No…” You knew him very well, so there was no point in lying, but he did it anyway because admitting something so ridiculous was very embarrassing.

“You’re so adorable.” You laughed after a moment, taking his face in your hands. “Don’t be silly; why would you be jealous of him? He’s like a little brother to me.”

“I dunno.” He simply answered, knowing he was being irrational. “He has a crush on you…”

“He’s your brother, Jude.” You giggled again, kissing his lips shortly. “That’s why you’ve been hugging me all night long?”

“Mmmh.” He felt mortified, so he went for the safest option and hugged you again, trying to avoid your face. You were having too much fun with this new information. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Of course I won’t.” You whispered back, silently laughing at his antics. He could actually feel how hard you were trying to hold your laugh. “I really love you a lot, silly jealousy included and everything.”

“But more than you love Jobe, right?” He asked with hope, still refusing to retrieve his head from your neck.

“Yes, Jude. More than Jobe.” You laughed loudly, not being able to keep it down anymore.

“What’s up with me?” Jobe said, entering the kitchen, clueless about the subject of your chat.

“Nothing!” He quickly said, not letting you give away anything that happened seconds ago. If it was bad that you already knew about the jealousy thing, it would be hell if his brother found out. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay? Well, let’s go eat it then? Stop asphyxiating her with your love, she’s got enough of that already.” He knew Jobe was just messing with him, but he had to bite his tongue and resist the urge to say something along the lines of “Well, she’s my girlfriend, not yours!” but that would be too childish, even for him.

So he just stayed silent and followed his brother into the living room, still giving him annoyed looks that were received with pure confusion. You just rolled your eyes and whispered to him to keep it down.

Needless to say, even though he acted normally, refusing to let his childish side win, he still felt like he needed to create some space between you and Jobe. He insisted on sitting between both of you, keeping a hand on your tight at all moments, which resulted on you casually laughing or giving him loving looks that just made sense to him, the rest of the family weirdly looking at each other. He made up an excuse after an hour or so, saying you two were so tired from the flight and you needed to head to the hotel, but in reality, he just wanted to cuddle with you and have you all to himself for the rest of the night. You just let him be, still messing around while giving him head scratches to help him fall asleep.

He guessed that jealousy just turned him into a clingy mess, but you seemed very okay with it, so what was the matter?

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verysmallcyborg · 20 days

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Fornax Val'ethtue

B A S I C S

Name: Fornax Val'ethtue (or Fyrstyrn [fire star] Dotharl, when thinking of the two naming conventions)

Nicknames: They don't have much nicknames, however friends that know Fornax well enough can call them "Lily" (Delmira especially calls them that, this is because of their association with the flower), otherwise only Ryss gets to call her sea puppy or treasure

Age: 37 (by Endwalker)

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn + Xaela Au Ra (au roe, if you will. tehe)

Gender: Non-binary Butch (she/they)

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Outside of WoL responsibilities... bodyguard and marksman

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Black with a bunch of grey hairs. If it's short, it's spiky and either has the sides and the lower back of it shaved down, or they have their sideburns. If it's longer, then it's generally messy and uneven with a "wild" look.

Eyes: Black sclera, slit pupils, and vibrant orange. Fornax's eyes only glow because their dad taught them how to apply limbal rings when she was young, but never learned how to accurately do it (or when to stop doing it, until there was a full glow) after his death.

Skin: Dark grey, has a black gradient starting at their forearms and goes all the way to their hands. Has a fair amount of scales, though some are broken and ripped off around scars.

Tattoos/scars: Decorated in scars all over their face and body, but the most notable ones are on their face, neck, and torso. Some of her face scars are from saving a coeurl kit from hunters, and briefly got mauled by its mother when returning it (they understood the protective instinct, but OUCH). The scars across their neck and chest was an incident that put them at deaths door, and then a large scar on their side is from... WELL. Ryss. :) Don't worry about it :)

Very important: their top scars!! Those tits: chopped off. Also the end of their tail (that doesn't have the top layer of thick scales) has a bite scar from the Major-General, no one believes them when they say a tiny shark with tiny legs bit them while fishing.

Fornax has a very subtle trail of faint orange stars on their back for a tattoo!

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed Roegadyn mother & Xaela father. Her mom was a traveling merchant of sorts, while her dad was part of the Dotharl clan. Unfortunately, both were murdered while Fornax was young... :')

Siblings: No siblings

Grandparents: N/A (I don't think that far with family LOL)

In-laws and Other: No idea about in-laws, but for other: their lovely spouse, Ryssrael!!! :)

Pets: Befriends every stray and animal that they cross, but specifically, they have a little black coeurl and a baby amaro that follow them around.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Very skilled with a rifle and axes of any kind (WAR/MCH combo), though they are in their best element when within melee range. Weaponizes their teeth, claws, and tail as often as they can, and wields terrifying, brutal strength that amplifies when angered or under a need to win and/or survive. Best not to piss off a butch who could pull an entire ship with just them and their partner!!

Hobbies: LOVES cooking and all kinds of hands-on crafts, but specifically knitting and crocheting.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Their unwavering determination

Most Negative Trait: Has a self-destructive habit of fleeing and attempting to isolate themselves when hurt

L I K E S

Colors: Most warm colors, baby blue, black, and purple

Smells: Burning firewood, ocean breezes on the sunrise/sunset, the stinging metallic scent of blood, flowers in a field, freshly cooked food (especially stews and bread)

Textures: The subtle raised skin of old scars, the wool off of freshly sheared karakuls, tree bark, warm hands against their scales, horns, and tail

Drinks: Apple cider, hot chocolate, fruity beverages

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not really, unless offered

Drinks: Only in good company/socially

Drugs: Recreationally? Maybe, otherwise nah

Mount Issuance: Still has their red chocobo (HEH...) but he spends his days sleeping and chilling in the garden of their yard. Nowadays they use a comically tiny airship.

Been Arrested: Several times by the Maelstrom and Flames, mostly when they were a teenager & young adult because of petty thefts and getting in trouble for some of the jobs they took on to scrape by. Fornax has gotten significantly better at escaping and hiding though, which is kinda funny when you wonder, how does anyone lose a 8ft/244cm tall au roe with a big ole tail?

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#fornax #hehe i love when i get to spill some lil lore tidbits of them!!!!#i need to redo their carrd and refsheet since it's canon that them and ryss are in each others lore....... hurgh

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mindutme · 4 months

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Sdefa Sdaturday #1

Sdefa is my newest conlang, started in July of last year. Like T’owal, it isn’t intended to be naturalistic, but it takes that lack of naturalism a lot farther! Instead of being a spoken language, it’s a musical one; its twelve phonemes are the twelve notes of the Western chromatic scale. It’s playable on any chromatic instrument, since you never need to play more than one note at a time. That means you can sing it, too!

If you do sing it, then of course the syllables you sing don’t matter—just the pitches. The word “Sdefa” doesn’t actually mean anything in the language; instead, it’s a sort of transliteration of the language’s “actual” name, which is the sequence of notes E♭ D E F A. In German music terminology, the note E♭ is called “Es,” so here that translates to the letter S. The Germans also call B♭ “B” and B “H,” which is how the great composer J. S. Bach was able to compose using his musical signature, B♭ A C B.

Almost every word in Sdefa is a tiny musical reference, four or five notes long. In fact, B♭ A C B is a Sdefa word, meaning “great,” since Bach is one of the greatest composers of all time. Most of the references are fragments of songs, usually bits that have lyrics that match the meaning of the word. Other references are parts of pieces whose titles match the meaning in some way. Some other words are:

⁕ D A F D, meaning “art,” from the beginning of the theme from Bach’s Art of Fugue

⁕ G C E D, meaning “deep,” from the first four notes of the main theme from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

⁕ E D G F, meaning “moon,” from the song שײן װי די לבֿנה/Sheyn vi di Levuna (“Pretty as the Moon”)

The word “Sdefa” itself isn’t a reference, though; it’s just something that sounded nice both as a sequence of notes and as a spoken word.

It’s not just the syllables that don’t matter if you’re singing Sdefa. Rhythm and register are not part of the language, so D A F D would mean “art” regardless of the note values or octave(s) it’s played in. This allows the language to be flexible, giving a Sdefa text better chance of having a musical quality instead of sounding like a string of random notes. However, since there are so few phonemes and everything can be played in multiple ways, it does mean that most things take a surprising number of notes to say, and that can take a long time unless you use a fast tempo!

Next week I’ll get a bit into the grammar of Sdefa, and explain how the music at the top of the post translates (loosely) into “Sdefa Saturday!”

#conlang #Sdefa

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 1 year

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Harwin Strong NSFW Alphabet

Summary: Harwin Strong’s NSFW Alphabet

Notes: HOW HAS THIS NOT BEEN POSTED ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB??? THE AUDACITY??? anyway, alphabets for ser crissy and almond coming soon

Masterlist | Requests are OPEN! | hmu to be added to a taglist!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Expect the very best aftercare from him – wipes you down, gets you a drink and massages you if you want. Definitely counts cuddling as aftercare.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is probably his hair. He just loves to have it tugged on a little while he’s eating you out or while the two of you are in a make-out sesh. Plus, he’s just got nice hair, why not be proud of it.

His partner’s favorite body part are definitely their thighs. I mean come ON this man loves to eat out I just know it. He leaves hickeys everywhere because he can and he also loves holding them or squeezing them, even in non-sexual situations.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man does NOT pull out (that’s how Rhaenyra’s kiddos happened). There’s just something about cumming inside you that feels so right, plus he might just have a tiny (massive) breeding kink

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lowkey wants you to come to him while he’s on duty and start something frisky…

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Look at him. My mans knows exactly what he’s doing, and he does because he values communication and his partner’s pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

There’s just something about cowgirl/partner on top that is everything to him. He gets to lean back and admire all of you, maybe whisper a few sweet nothings while you get off on him.

Alternatively, 69. It’s practical – he gets to do what he loves and his dick sucked?? Fucking perfect.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Whatever the moment calls for, honestly. He can be as serious as he is humorous. He won’t stare at you in silence if you fall off the bed lmao.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes. He will groom if you ask him to, otherwise he just leaves it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Biggest hopeless romantic. Would get the moon for you if you asked him, and it shows in the bedroom. Every action is loaded with affection.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off if he can’t have sex, but prefers to get off with a partner. Also isn’t patient enough to just watch you. You let out a moan, and he’s practically teleporting himself across the room to make you feel good.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

HUGE breeding kink. Speaking of huge, he definitely has a size kink, especially when it comes to hands. Maybe a slight switch, and adores dirty talk/praise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed, where he can take his time to make you scream. If you’re a dragonrider, then sure, a dragon works too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything to do with you. Seeing you, hearing about you. If he sees something that reminds him of you, he will be rushing to see you in minutes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Watersports are disgusting to him. Also, not a big fan of pain (inflicting or receiving). He won’t hurt you beyond a light spank or choke.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves, loves, loves eating pussy. Whether you sit on his face or he gets to be between your thighs for hours really does not matter.

However, he also enjoys getting sucked off. Especially if it’s a ‘surprise’ of sorts.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rough but also sensual, if that makes any sense. Like, he loves to pound into you and watch your body move with his thrusts, but there’s always something romantic and intimate about the way he does it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As aforementioned, he likes to take his time. Sure, he’ll take a quickie if that’s all you can manage at that moment, but he’d rather lie you down and worship you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If it’s not one of his Nos he definitely tries everything at least once. If he likes it, he’ll incorporate it, if not he drops it again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go for two to three rounds if you give him some rebound time, but normally only goes for one and makes you cum with his tongue/fingers. Lasts for as long as you need him to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Westerosi!Harwin doesn’t have many toys for obvious reasons.

Modern!Harwin would probably be a little insulted at first (not really though) but he does realise that he and toys can be a team. Definitely overstimulates you with a vibrator. Also – lets you ride on a dildo while you suck his dick

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease, especially if you teased him first. Eventually he always caves in relatively quickly though. He can’t stand seeing you squirm like that for too long

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He definitely lets you know if something feels good. More of a dirty talker but also moans into your ear. Also (hate using this word) growls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Harwin will mark you up. Not for everyone to see, but when he walks past you during the day, he knows that you’re littered with hickeys under your clothes.

Also, he loves to pull you aside during the day and fuck you whenever he has the time and you’re in the mood. Morning sex? If he’s not too tired. Midday-treat? Most definitely.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Yeah, it’s big. He has BDE for a reason. It’s thicc and has good length to it. Also, a slight upwards curve ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gods, he just wants to fuck you all the time tbh. Never grows tired of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes care of you for however long you need, but as soon as you’re snuggled into his big arms, he’s a goner.

#harwin #harwin strong #ser harwin strong #ser harwin breakbones #ser harwin x reader #harwin strong x reader #harwin breakbones #harwin breakbones x reader #harwin x reader #harwin strong smut #ser harwin x you #harwin x you #harwin strong x you

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alixennial · 16 days

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— B A S I C S

Name: Indie Von Galen

Nicknames: Noddy (only used by Thancred. Alphinaud tried it out once many moons ago which was awkward, he won't do that again.)

Age: She will possibly turn 30 during her sojourn on The First? We will only know for sure if/when she returns to The Source.

Nameday: 21st Sun of Fourth Astral Moon

Race: Hyur, Highlander

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bi, Demi

Profession: Monk/Adventurer/Professional Nuisance and part-time Botanist/Esthetician

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Red (natural)

Eyes: Deep Red

Skin: Lightly tanned, lightly freckled.

Tattoos/scars: A few battle scars, no significant marks.

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Deceased. Both parents passed due to ill health around 10 years before Indie's adventuring career began. They were older parents, at least in their late forties when Indie came along. For some reason I can only picture her parents as Lalas when I try to imagine what they'd look like (that's not canon Indie lore yet).

Siblings: None.

Grandparents: Deceased. Indie has few but very fond memories of them.

In-laws and Other: Indie was widowed just a few years before setting off for Ul'dah, which was actually the main motivator for the journey. Indie married a fairly high ranking Imperial Officer (the controversy) who was executed for his, uh, military misconduct. It's a long story, not for here.

Pets: Indie has 3 pets: Cheech the Chewy pup lives in her FC room in Shirogane, Winston the Tiny Rat lives in her house in Mist, and Professor Shoebill who hangs out in the garden in Mist.

— S K I L L S

Abilities: Good rhythm memory, adaptability, determination and persistence

Hobbies: Parkour, storm chasing, gardening, writing in her journal / letters to friends / letters to the departed.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Traits: Open-minded, kind, and enthusiastic.

Most Negative Traits: Stubborn, has difficulty asking for help.

— L I K E S

Colors: Reds and golds

Smells: Coconut, vanilla, sea air

Textures: Sand under bare feet

Drinks: Chamomile and honey tea

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Rarely, for medicinal (and occasionally recreational) purposes.

Drinks: Also rarely, but yes, though she doesn't handle it well and probably really shouldn't.

Drugs: Prefers to call them 'natural herbal remedies' tbh

Mount Issuance: Her company issue Chocobo, Elgar. She also has a few ponies but prefers to keep them away from potential conflict (and uneven ground!)

Been Arrested: A few attempted arrests but no convictions thanks to her connections (and smile ofc haha)

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serenexdreams · 1 year

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ETHEREAL | ROYALTY AU | VARIOUS! GENSHIN X READER

GROWING UP AS THE PRODUCT OF A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE between the king and a maidservant of the royal Aurelian family, you, the illegitimate fourth princess of the kingdom have always been left on your own. But things take a sudden turn when the tiny kingdom becomes engulfed in a deadly battle for succession between your older brothers and sisters.

In fear of you being caught up in the fray, your seemingly-distant father sends you off to live with oversea crown relatives--living on the continent of Teyvat. Suddenly, you're whisked away into the opulent and luxurious world of the true aristocracy.

Yet, not everything is as it seems...and thanks to your dreamy, starry-eyed nature, nobody suspects.

Your aunt and uncle seem to cherish you deeply; after bearing the grief of losing their own daughter, you seem to remind them of her...and you comfort them over their loss, winning their favour. When the time comes for the Annual Spring Ball--held at Celestia Palace, in the centre of the seven nations, they excitedly bring you along; marking this ball as not just a celebration of the coming of the aristocrat's social season, but also your debutante.

Your long, wispy lavender gown twirls enchantingly beneath the crystal chandelier's dim glow; a soft, alluring smile spread across your face, as you waltz with handsome strangers. Your H'/C hair flows freely down to your shoulders; framing your soft features.

Your aunt and uncle watch from the balcony with fondness. You've matured into a gentle person; unaware of the gazes you attract...

As the night descends into a full-swing party that would put even the celebrations the gods hold to shame, you slip away into the night; exhausted from all the dancing. The ball now feels suffocating to you, as you must put up a demure act for the approval of your aunt and uncle...and a successful debutante...

But you too, are also human. Your skin is flushed with weariness, as your gaze flits through the various escape routes you can take...

ROUTE I: DEVOTION

YOU MAKE A BEELINE FOR THE BACK DOOR, MAKING A DASH for the exit as you lift the hem of your heavy dress; letting out a sigh, while you remove the heels you wear. Your bare feet make contact with the cool, marbled floors of Celestia Palace, while your gaze drifts to the moon. Its white rays shine through the glass pane windows, bathing you in its embrace, as you finally shed your act with a short sigh.

Face dropping into a mischievous smirk, your eyes glint with excitement as you eagerly dart through the halls of the palace; looking for a place to leave from. Surely there's a balcony you can jump off or a little door that servants use to-

You see, you had a rebellious streak. A very long one, too...and one that only one person seemed familiar with. But he wasn't here tonight to stop you, much to your delight. You were left to your own devices; as your relatives busied themselves with their own networking, you were able to roam like a free bird.

Suddenly, with a startled squeak, your forehead bumped against the sturdy chest of another figure, as you scowl; looking up to see a familiar face. It's the chaperone/babysitter your aunt had insisted you bring...your guardian knight, Xiao.

His touseled, dark green locks frame his sharp, cat-like features; as he looks down at you, chest heaving up and down, typically-pristine black guard uniform crinkled. The silver sword strapped to his hip clanked against his leg, as he reached forward; slamming a hand into the wall behind you, as he cornered you. Oh boy--he was mad. You innocently smile back, internally trying to calm down as you slowly back away. You're one of the few people shorter than him--and he always seems to be taking advantage of that. "Oh, hey, fancy seeing you here-"

"....Where are you going?" His voice is harsh and thick with panic, as he wraps a gloved hand around your wrist, pulling you close. His golden, cat-like eyes bore into your soul before he narrows them and glares at you accusingly. "...Were you about to leave? You know it's dangerous for you to wander off on your own, regardless of the circumstances."

You huff, trying to escape from his tight grip, while you pout pleadingly up at the strict knight who's been assigned to you since your early days of royal life back in the kingdom of Aurelian. You look up at him with round, puppy dog eyes. "I was just feeling...suffocated. I just wanted to look around." You smoothly lie, without an ounce of guilt. "...You know how I feel about this whole arrangement. Just this once, Xiao? I promise I'll be back...before the ball ends--maybe. Or not. It depends-you see, I was planning on going to the festival the villagers were hosting outside the palace; I was even going to invite you--"

Xiao interrupts, his eyebrows furrowing, as he sternly draws you closer and flicks you on the forehead. "It's dangerous. The world is much bigger and darker than you think, Y/N. Lying is bad--you think I don't your tricks by now." He deadpans at you, as he lifts you into the air, much to your surprise as you let out a startled yelp. "...What? Your feet are tired, aren't they? I saw how many suitors requested a dance. I'll hold your shoes."

You can feel his toned arms wrap effortlessly around your waist, lifting you to rest in his grasp; with his other hand, he picks up your heels, letting them dangle off of the tips of his calloused fingers in a practised motion. As if he's used to your antics by now. Just like the silent, responsible knight, he is.

You glance down at him in surprise, warmth blooming on your cheeks as you finally relax in his grip, a sheepish and dorky smile spreading across your lips. "Heh, you could say I'm too beautiful--am I right?"

"..." Xiao doesn't respond. But you smirk, as you notice a faint blush spread across his indifferent expression. After all, you had him figured out by now. He had been your knight since your days confined in the royal Aurelian palace; guarding your precious existence. Memories of late-night conversations from your window, little adventures gone wrong, and joyrides on his prized stallion flashed through your mind, as you rested your head on his broad shoulders, eyes swimming in veiled affection.

Despite his overprotective nature, you close your eyes; bathing in his attention. "...my knight. Always so loyal, and by my side, blocking me from trouble." You chuckle, beaming with amusement as you playfully tease him, watching his ears flush pink. This was how most of your conversations with him went, but you paused, nostalgia washing over your typically-carefree E/C irises. "...Though, I should probably stop my behaviour soon."

The memory of your aunt and uncle's excited, hushed whispers as they spoke of the countless men vying for your hand rings through your head. Your free days of soaring through the sky were numbered. And you knew it. Your life was a blissful cycle of dreams, but they wouldn't last forever.

You had duties. And soon you would need to return; back home, back to that suffocating palace across the sea; loved by none, and back to being a powerless princess trapped under the thumb of a new king.

It was either that, or remain under your false alias for the rest of your days; as Y/N Valian. There was no place for your starry heart amongst the sea of perfect constellations in the sky.

"...We can go." He softly mumbles, golden eyes slanting sideways to soak in the image in front of him. Did you really think he--your devoted guardian knight, was going to let you be auctioned off to the highest bidder? Oh, no, you were horribly wrong. He had a plan. But...for now, he'd let you enjoy your time. As long as he was by your side, he was content...no matter what.

Your lovely rose-pink dress now crinkled and folded, hair loose and tangled. Your breathless voice echoed into his ears. He prided himself on knowing everything about you; from what you liked eating, to what your favourite shade of blue was. He liked knowing that he knew all of your secrets; about the time you had launched yourself out the second-floor window and into his arms, to ride away to visit the Liyuean kingdom shores. About the days you had spent, weaving together vines to make a rope and escape the confines of the royale Aurelian palace--even if it was just for a moment. About the night you had returned home from a festival; hair touselled and lips swollen, in a drunken daze, as you pressed your soft lips onto the diamond-shaped, third-eye mark on his forehead.

Xiao was bad with words. And he knew it. But you seemed...to be able to look past those useless flaws of his, and embrace his timid yet stoic nature.

You tilted your head in confusion.

"...Go where?" You whisper back, heart pounding slightly as Xiao turns to face you. The handsome, chiselled smile you love so much is curved across his delicate lips, as he looks at you.

Xiao loved the way you made him feel. At first, you were nothing more than a naive rascal, looking for any opportunity to escape your duties. He disapproved of your lack of effort into proving yourself as the Fourth Princess, dismissing it as mere laziness. A refusal to accept who you truly were; someone destined for glory.

Until he saw the warmth and playfulness of your soul. The wistful, dreamy look in your eyes reflected the purity of this world; like a delicate flower, trying to brave out a storm ripping through its garden of fantasies. And he became your knight--the one willing to tear the storm down and shield the flower, nurturing it with care. You weren't suited for the rough political landscape of succession--despite your capabilities. It was from then on, he swore to protect you; at all costs.

But little birds were destined to fly freely, no? Xiao was content, as long as he could chase after the trail of wind left by your little wings.

"To the spring festival down at the village. I'll go anywhere with you."

ROUTE II: DARKNESS

AS YOU TWIRLED TO THE RHYTHM OF THE CHARMING classical music, you felt a soft hand tap at your shoulder. You looked over, realizing it was your aunt--who wore an overdelighted expression. "...Is something the matter?" "Y/N, I'd like for you to meet this young gentleman--a business partner of your uncle and I's. This is Lord Tartaglia; he hails from Snezhnaya, and runs a commercial business under the Tsaritsa." Her gloved fingers dug into your soft skin, as she pulled you closer, and your misty, E/C eyes drifted to the man standing in front of you.

He looked like a prince charming.

A luxurious, white fur coat with a black collar was slung over one of his shoulders; embossed with a gold marking of the Tsaritsa--ruler of Snezhnaya. A symbol of devotion. Beneath the coat, he wore a white dress shirt with gold embroidery and a crimson sash, decorated with more amber chains. Curls of ginger hair had been pulled back to reveal his chiselled, boyish features.

But his fancy, striking appearance wasn't what caught your eye; it was his sharp, calculating eyes. A faded, slate-blue colour that seemed to bore into your soul; trying to decipher your every move. Despite his seemingly cryptic yet friendly smile, you were suspicious; something felt wrong. After all, you knew how to detect an actor--you were one, yourself.

"...It is my honour to greet you, Lord Tartaglia. I am Lady Y/N, of the house of Valian." A fake surname. You had long abandoned the royal last name of 'Aurelian,' instead opting to disguise yourself with your aunt and uncle's noble house. A mere white lie.

Your aunt warmly smiled, subtly pushing you towards the handsome man. Ah. It was obvious what she was hoping for. A match between you both--beneficial for the house and your uncle's sphere of influence. But you preferred your men sweet, not poisonous.

You had heard faint whispers from your little trips outside of the little Valian Manor in the countryside. About the alluring and attractive--yet ruthless man who cut down his enemies with no remorse. About how when his bloodthirst became too much to resist, he'd go haywire. About how he hid behind a mask of deceit, standing before the deep-pocketed nobles of the seven nations, charming them into revealing their secrets.

But you were no fool. The silver dagger sitting under the bodice of your dress, pressed against your waist; reassuring you of your safety. You were safe. You had the weapon--not him.

Lord 'Tartaglia,' smiled back, confidence evident on his face, as he pressed a faint kiss to the back of your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N. May I request a dance?" His carefully crafted image of a dashing prince had practically wrapped all the partygoers around his finger, as they scowled at you with envy.

You twitched, barely able to contain your emotions as a chill went down your spine, and your stomach churned uneasily. "....You may."

With that, you both descended to the dance floor, hand in hand. Black gloves covered his hands, which you presumed to be battle-scarred. Infamous rumours of his shady dealings in the shadows caused your eyes to warily analyze his every move. His movements were practised and poised; as he easily manoeuvred around the ballroom, taking the lead as you idly chatted with him, out of politeness. "Lord Tartaglia, I assume you are business partners with my uncle. He speaks highly of you."

"Ah, is that so? I'm flattered, honestly." His sheepish reply surprises you, as you try to keep calm; heart thundering with adrenaline as he draws you closer. "The house of Valian has jurisdiction of a small seaside port that my subordinates regularly frequent." His reply was smooth and without a hint of hesitation, as the waltz music quickened and he lifted you into the air, twirling you. Your eyes widened in surprise, as you panicked beneath your serene facade of grace. "Well, now that I've answered one of your questions...shouldn't you answer one of mine, now?"

His voice was playful and cheeky but held ulterior motives. You hesitated for a moment. Sensing this, he continued to push forward. "An eye for an eye, no? Let's drop the formalities.--please, just call me Childe."

"...I suppose you are right." You agreed, averting your gaze from the ginger, whose face remained placid; though you noticed a small, victorious smirk spread across his face. "Though, I don't see what a powerful advisor in Snezhnaya like yourself would want to know about me. My past is quite plain." You remarked as Childe steered you around the dance floor, amidst the envious glares shot your way.

He smirked, eyes glittering with arrogance as he puffed out his chest. It seemed that Childe took this as a challenge.

"Really? Comrade, you must be joking." He chuckled. "How do I even start...Lady Y/N, supposedly a distant relative of the Valian House--yet the head has no children. An unstained yet abstract reputation and an unknown figure to the public...this is your debutante, yet you don't seem nervous. Amongst the few who have seen and conversed with you, they describe you as a demure and soothing presence with an ethereal, soft appearance--which I must say, seems quite accurate."

"But everyone, has secrets, no? Princess of Aurelian..." His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, as your eyes widened before he gave you an unreadable smile. "Though, naive little girls should stay home...and keep their noses out of my business."

His words, in contrast to his princely image, were crude and uncensored; as you saw him shed his snakeskin.

"...Alright, you've won this time." You frowned, anger bubbling up from your stomach...but you maintained a gracious and elegant attitude. This man was not to be messed with, so it was best you kept your distance--but arrogance was distasteful.

"But I can say the same for you, Lord Childe...or should I say, Ajax?" You boldy leaned forward, voice lined with ice as you softly snarled into his ear. Childe's arms stiffened at once. "Rumoured to be one of the underworld's leaders, and a contributor to the black market. Word is on the street that you're one of the Tsaritsa's top dogs, despite that mask of smiles that you wear to every soiree at Celestia Palace. Said to be an open-minded and earnest individual...yet, many think otherwise. You ought to watch it."

You both were silent for a moment, as the waltz ended and you curtsied, uneasily. Did you go too far?

Suddenly, booming laughter rang out from behind you as you turned around, seeing Childe doubled over, chuckles uncontrollably spilling from his mouth, as he wiped a tear from his eye. "...Pardon me. It seems I severely underestimated you. Care for another dance?"

You narrowed your eyes, but complied--left with no choice, beneath the dozens of eyes staring at your backs. "...Of course. How can I dare refuse?" You flatly replied, allowing him to reach for your hand, as the next song started.

Childe drew you closer, eyes fixed on your face. "I apologize for my rudeness, Lady Y/N. Shall we call it even?" He gently eased you closer, unbeknownst to you.

You scowled. "After you wipe off that blood stain on your glove, Lord Childe. It's been bothering me for a while." You no longer bothered to act ladylike; instead, you lashed out at the Childe. His eyes widened before he hastily ripped off his glove; shoving it into his suit jacket; before looking at you, intrigued.

You were interesting. Amongst the sea of giggling ladies and ambitious noblemen, you had been the only one to refuse to back down...and Childe liked amusement. Whether this was temporary or not--he didn't know. But he knew for a fact that he would be keeping you around for a while. His lips curled into a cunning grin, as he placed a hand on your chin; examining your features. "I didn't expect for a person like you to speak with such crudeness, to a gentleman such as I, Lady Y/N."

Despite your mellow and warm appearance, just like a rose--it appeared that you had your own thorns too. He could feel the faint outline of the dagger stashed beneath your corset, in your dress. You were perfect for him.

"Gentleman? Who? I see none." You replied, unamused. You scowled, cheeks blooming with a furious scarlet red, as a result of your unbridled anger. Childe merely stared down at you, amused.

"Shall we take a trip to the terrace?" He gestured, arm wrapped snugly around your waist, eyes glued to your face. "...So, what's the princess of the Aurelian empire doing so far from home?--ah, you must be cold. Here."

You suddenly felt hands on your shoulders, while he draped his fur coat over your back; shielding you from the night's cold bite. "...Don't act as if you don't already know."

You bitterly replied. It was a touchy subject. "...Family issues. My dearest father, who treasures me oh-so-much decided the best way for me to avoid it was to ship me overseas like a cargo container." Childe snorted, as he stood next to you. "I was fine on my own."

"So I've heard...do you not have anybody you care for?" Childe questioned, eyes glimmering with curiosity as he watched your expression fall, as you mutely shook your head. "Oh come on, comrade, don't lie."

"An eye for an eye." You shot back, leaning on the terrace railing; eyes misty with emotion. It was as if a storm had passed; knocking down your barriers and all you had ever known--leaving an impenetrable, foggy sea mist that couldn't seem to clear out of your mind. "...But yes, I do. There were the servant kids, who used to visit my living quarters with rations and flowers, in exchange for a story."

Childe's eyes softened, as his own mind began to wander. "...Children are lovely. I have extended family back at Snezhnaya, too." He pulled out a photo from his suit jacket. It was a little boy; almost an exact, younger, carbon copy of him, cheerfully waving at the camera. "His name is Teucer."

As you both continued to quietly converse beneath the stars, Childe felt a soothing tranquillity lapse over his battle-hungry soul. An omen of disaster.

Despite the thorns you bared and the hostile attitude, you were a pleasant person...non-judgemental and rational, from what he could tell. After all, you hadn't once tried to pull out that dagger hidden inside your dress. Childe hadn't felt at ease like this in ages.

Perhaps it was because he sympathised with you--being far from home. With nobody but yourself to rely on. Life was cruel, and the burdens it forced humans to bear only increased with time. But around your starry, distant eyes, reality faded away and healed the bruises left on Childe's dark heart.

"..Childe? Lord Childe?" You raised an eyebrow, waving your hand in front of the peculiar man's face, while blinking in confusion. "Childe? Are you-"

"Ajax. Just call me Ajax." His voice cut through your concerned questioning, as his gaze lifted to meet yours.

At once, you realized it. You had made a deadly mistake...and you could only numbly stare, as he reached forward, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and drawing you closer. His eyes swam a variety of emotions; bewilderment, delight, amusement...but most importantly, interest. Sharp interest. In his eyes, you were no longer a meagre extra in the background; now, you were the apple of his eye.

A dangerous smile slowly spread across his face. At first glance, Childe seemed warm; friendly, almost like a familiar friend. But once you had caused his facade to fall and his act to crumble, you were no longer just a disposable pawn.

You were the protagonist in his tale.

"Care for another dance?"

ROUTE III: DEFENDER

THE SOFT, WISPY FABRIC OF YOUR DRESS FELT HEAVY--clinging onto your waist and dragging it down, as the cool night wind howled around you; splaying out strands of your H/C hair across your back. You stepped out of the room--weaving your way through the crowd and walking through the golden palace--you hated to admit it, but all the sparkles and luxury were starting to hurt your eyes. You eventually found yourself standing before a grand, twisting, stone staircase; leading to the palace gardens.

Tall, flowering shrubs sheltered your rather short figure from view, as you wandered the lush gardens. The heavy floral scent of roses surrounded a delicate stone fountain, depicting the heavens and the seven nations. Crystallized shards of glittering gemstones were embedded into the statues, as you sat down at the fountain's edge; letting out an irritated sigh. You slowly put down your guard; cheeks puffing, while you removed the silver pins drilling into your scalp.

Finally, you could relax.

You slid down the edge of the fountain--uncaring of the fact that the pink dress was slowly being rubbed against the ground, as you leaned over; trying to pull out the last bobby pin in your hair--wincing as you did so.

Suddenly, you heard it. Footsteps. But before you could react and cover your unladylike posture, you heard a smooth, baritone voice behind you.

"..Ah. My apologies. I didn't realize there was someone already here."

Your head whips around, E/C eyes meeting gold.

Enigmatic, aureate irises drilled deep into your soul; filled with =endless archives of wisdom. The handsome stranger's posture was distinguished and poised; long, smooth locks of ebony hair danced down his shoulders and were pinned together with a single amber stone. He is covered from neck down in a long, umber suit with gold and silver accesories; accentuating his toned, tall figure. Out of all the suitors you've encountered at this ball, he is by far, the most striking you've seen.

"...I-It's fine. You can stay." You turn away, cheeks flushing a rosy pink as you stutter in surprise, quickly trying to fiddle with the bobby pin clamping down tightly onto your scalp.

You feel his gloved hands gently graze your shoulder. "If I may? You seem to be struggling."

Flushing a bright red, you silently drop your arms, letting the stranger work his long, gentle fingers through your head; searching for bobby pins. An awkward silence filters into the garden.

"So, what brings you here?" You question, as you close your eyes; feeling his hands pause, before slowly continuing.

"...I was taken aback by the party atmosphere. It has been a while since I've made any appearances to the public, and I have become unaccustomed to the current trends." The stranger's tone of voice continues to send shivers down your back, as you silently pray for more bobby pins to weave themselves back into your head. "What about you?"

"I...was just tired." You confessed. "Of everything."

You felt your shell crack, as you gazed down at your perfectly manicured hands. "It wasn't too long ago when I was happily living in silence. But life had other ideas for me. My family suggested I attend this ball as my debutante, but I didn't expect it to be so tiring."

"Time waits for no one, but life is about balance. There will be obstacles and events that will throw themselves at the scale of perfection, and attempt to tip the odds in their favour. As mortals, we must push forward and refuse to give in. That is how humanity was formed." His insightful and philosophical response, rather than boring you, comforts you--much to the stranger's astonishment, as he watches you genuinely ponder over his response.

"...'and how the stars came to be.' Is that a saying from the latest book the former emperor, Morax of Liyue released?" Your eyes round with excitement as you lean back against the fountain, gaze cast to the stars.

MORAX. After just two years of a prosperous reign as the stand in for the young crown princess of the Liyue Empire, the young emperor stepped down; handing the role to another, citing it as too taxing; before taking up a disciple.

Namely, the Conqueror of Demons, Xiao--one of the strongest warriors of the kingdom you hailed from. He was a legend amongst the soldiers of the battlefield; for his just and unfaltering moral code.

Trained by the one and only. His public appearances were rare and numbered. But who were you to judge? If you had the option to, you were sure you'd do the same; do nothing but laze around in luxury all day.

The sky is a deep, lazuli colour; reflecting the eternal slumber of the heavens. You feel like a speck of dust in an overbearing colony of dust bunnies, while you watch the perfect formation of constellations shift throughout.

The scent of your nanny's cooking. Your little room; tucked away at the edge of the palace's extended annexe. Cramped but providing you with all that you needed, despite the sharp and scornful gazes tossed your way. The blooming field of untamed wildflowers, rapidly sprawled throughout the annexe's garden.

You missed it all. But you had to push. For the sake of your own life. "...Your advice was insightful. What's your name?"

"...Its Zhongli. May I inquire for yours?" Zhongli questions, golden eyes swimming in a matured pool of perception, while he takes a seat on the fountain rail.

You smile. "It's Y/N."

The conversation you have with the captivating man is deep and thoughtful; as you navigate through various subjects--all of which he has profound knowledge in. Stories about old Liyuean folklore, the best methods to cook bamboo shoots, and how to make a fortune selling glaze lilies in the city if you ever went bankrupt. He knew it all.

You both chat for hours; even as the sun begins to rise, peering over the slumbering and drunk palace, chasing away the darkness of the night. Its golden, amber hues of pink and orange churn with the eternal darkness; producing a brilliant sunset.

Was love, at first sight, a real thing?

You didn't know. But you knew if you did believe it, it would be with him.

Zhongli's patient and calming voice speak of a friend. Long forgotten and buried six feet under; a victim of a vicious assassination attempt which caused her body to crumble. Guizhong, was her name; another word that rolled off your tongue in an odd manner.

"...Her music warmed the very tips of my heart. I was foolish. Had gone minutes earlier..."

His eyes close for a brief moment, amber eyes filled with raw sorrow, as you frown; hesitating for a moment. "...Human life is not endless. The cycle must continue; lost time cannot be found again, but these memories can be stored in the archive of one's heart."

You gently place a hand on Zhongli's heart; feeling his heartbeat. It's serene yet rapid, thumping softly as he gazes into your eyes. .

Zhongli didn't know why he felt like this.

Like a newborn child, gazing up with wonder at the radiant sun. Your eyes seemed to exude genuine empathy. Your E/C irises shimmered beneath the sunrise's stare; twinkling with fresh fruits of intellect. They drooped, half-lidded as you let out a yawn; and Zhongli scooped you into his arms, cradling you securely. You blinked, in a sleepy haze.

"...I feel like we've met before. You..." It suddenly clicked. "You're a year older than me. Didn't you teach my knight, Xiao, swordsmanship?"

Zhongli pauses, slowly replying. Ah. It all clicked now. "Yes. I didn't recognize you...Lady Y/N."

It faintly clicked in your mind, as you did a double take; staring at him. Ah. It all made sense now. His perfect and dignified appearance. His sympathy. The way he had managed to effortlessly take your breath away.

He was the young boy who you had watched raise Xiao from the second he learned to grip a sword. And not just him either--he had taught you to appreciate literature, paint, and more. How to ride a steed, act around the rest of the royal family, and most importantly; how to love.

Zhongli seemed to be deep in thought as well; as he studied your face.

A downcast, timid stare. Your fingers, shyly reaching out to tug at his sleeve. The image of the flames engulfing your quarters back at the Aurelian Kingdom, the last time he had visited...

And he held you, tightly, eyes glowing with relief. You had changed and matured, during the time he was away. Your eyes were as clear as glass, reflecting the desire to fly. To be free. To love.

Like a glaze lily in full bloom. No wonder you had been able to so easily touch his heart and make it flutter. Zhongli had always hated it when the past came back to creep in and chip away at his sanity. The smell of overbearing smoke, clogged his nostrils as he ferociously tore through the battlefield; reaching your homeland, only to watch as more bloodshed occurred. As more soldiers clashed against each other in the battle for succession, burning down the extended castle annexe.

He made a silent contract with you, as you both entered the palace again.

"...This time, the fates will not separate our bond."

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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Hello. So, I was wondering if you can write a weird request for Femme Fatale Galore event. This one involves Yelan, who has a reader who recently received a Hydro Vision, and they wanted to try traveling in a giant bubble. So, Yelan agrees to come along, and they end up sitting in a giant bubble, floating in the night sky above Liyue. There, Yelan allows the reader to lay their head in her lap while floating in a bubble.

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Bright yellows and orange lights illuminated the entire harbor as people hustled and bustled in the streets, their minds filled with the prospects of good food and an even better time as a brand new Lantern Rite was fast approaching. There were many things to celebrate and even more to do but unfortunately for the wild pair that soared the night sky the festivities were the last thing on their minds.

With a shaky hand (y/n) tried to gently touch the bubble they had created, the bright hydro vision glowing softly on their hip as Yelan sat next them with her arms crossed and face completely unreadable. Never in a million years did Yelan think that her cute (y/n) would ever get a vision but she wasn't complaining. Sure, this could complicate things but it should be a piece of cake for her to take the reigns if things got too hot and heavy for her liking. A vision was a blessing from the gods, this is something that (y/n) should celebrate, oddly fitting that it was received around the Lantern Rite.

Yelan quietly scoffed to herself as a faint tingle of annoyance appeared on her face.

Were the gods mocking her? Were they trying to tell her that the power was in (y/n)'s hands, that Yelan should just give up and leave them be? What foolishness. Something like that would never come to pass, ever.

As Yelan sat still she continued to observe her baby, the slight frown on their face and the oh so obvious signs of frustration that radiated off her (y/n) was something that Yelan could not help but to be charmed by. Without a word Yelan raised her arms and placed them on (y/n)'s shoulders, her body suddenly much closer now.

"My little baby has all these new powers but isn't sure how to use them... How about a break, hm?" said Yelan with a teasing voice, her blue eyes shining underneath the moonlight which heavily contrasted the warm city beneath them. With a sigh (y/n) gave in and put their head on Yelan's soft lap. Her fingers gently combed through soft (h/c) locks as she spied down the city the was underneath them, carefully monitoring everything and everyone in case someone spotted them.

A wave of pride and security washed over Yelan as the pair stayed like that. No matter if the god were trying to convey a message to either her or (y/n) was irrelevant. There was simply no way (y/n) could ever learn to harness the power that was granted to them without some outside help and isn't it just so convenient that Yelan herself also has a hydro vision?

Yelan smirked as the realization hit her - she was right, the gods were trying to tell her something. Her and (y/n) would always be together and what better way to bond two lovers than to share all of the power? Of course her little baby was much more focused on the silly things such as creating bubbles and tiny fountains which was perfectly alright for the elusive woman.

If things were any different (y/n) could be down there in the city, laughing and dancing the night away with friends and basking in the sweetness of life. Yelan however had other plans - there was no need for any of that when they could just be together in their little bubble with the moon as their only witness.

#femme fatale galore #yelan headcanons #yelan x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere female #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere yelan #yandere yelan x reader #genshin yandere imagines #yan genshin #genshin yelan #yandere genshin

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xmoonbeams · 1 year

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#moon #sky #clouds #dreamy #a e s t h e t i c #full moon #tiny #cute #pretty #soft #wallpaper #aesthetic

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strawberryvanillablast · 1 year

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Hi! May i request Giorno confessing to his crush( fem preferably )?

Let's say his crush has been there for him when he was down and helped him a lot.

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it!

Through Thick and Thin (Giorno Giovanna X Female!Reader)

He remembered the first time you two met.

It was a chilly autumn night, where the leaves were changing colors and he was shivering from the biting cold despite him wearing such long sleeves. Leaning against one of the school's many balconies, it was definitely one of those melancholy moods where all he could do was just stare at the full moon and reminisce about his life so far. He couldn't help but resent his mother and stepfather whenever he was reminiscing. Even though his hero made them stop their behavior...

"Hey there," A girl's voice pleasantly called out to him. "You okay?"

"Hm?"

He turned to see a girl leaning against another school balcony in the school tracksuit. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone faintly in the pale moonlight with her (e/c) eyes blinking calmly. He only gave a tiny nod before turning to face the rest of the school, the moon still shining.

"You seemed kind of down," The girl continued. "So, I thought to give you some company. After all, looking at the moon is nice with friends to talk to, right?"

He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. A friend, she said? She didn't even know him at all. But he wasn't going to protest much at all if she wanted to think that way. After all, she was right about having a friend to share some time with.

"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, outstretching her hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name's [Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]. What's yours?"

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," He introduced as he returned her handshake. "It's very nice to meet you too."

From that point onward, the relationship with [Y/N] was a blessing he treasured each and every day. When he was struck with the fever, the only thing that would soothe him was [Y/N]'s smile and laughter. If he had a bad day, seeing and being with [Y/N] cheered him up rapidly.

And he made sure that he would give his all whenever [Y/N] was sick, down, or otherwise not feeling her regular happy-go-lucky self. After all, that's what friends do for each other. Be there for each other both in the good times and the bad.

However, as time slowly went by, it was becoming clear to him that it was more than just friendship he was feeling towards [Y/N]. His heart beating rapidly, the blush rising to his cheeks immediately, butterflies in his stomach.

Giorno Giovanna was in love with [Y/N].

He sighed as he placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing of the times where [Y/N] was there for him. He remembered his horrible fever, of a dangerous spike in his body temperature, when he saw [Y/N] carrying some snacks to help him while he recovered. He remembered both of them having a nice hairstyle party when his hair inexplicably turned a golden hue. And he remembered the time that he showed his power: turning her pencil into a ladybug and back again.

He sat up in his bed, clenching his fists in determination. He needed to confess to [Y/N] before it was too late, before he had regrets. As a last-minute internal pep talk to himself, he gave himself one glance-over in the mirror.

'I can do this,' He thought, trying to calm himself down. 'I can do this.'

As he walked over to the usual meeting place with [Y/N], he'd not one single clue of the internal turmoil that [Y/N] herself was having. She'd liked Giorno ever since the day she met him and this could have been her last chance to confess. She was nervous, fidgeting, trying to calm herself down.

'I have to confess to him,' [Y/N] thought to herself. 'I have to! Before it turns into regret. After all, he's my greatest friend and I want it to be a little bit more now.'

At the meeting spot, at exactly 3:13 p.m. on a beautiful Friday, Giorno Giovanna and [Y/N] met up to talk about something rather important.

#jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba part 5 #jojo part 5 #jjba pt 5 #jojo pt 5 #vento aureo #jjba vento aureo #golden wind #jjba golden wind #giorno giovanna #giorno #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x y/n #giorno x y/n

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powderblueblood · 2 months

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THE RONNIE ECKER MOTHERFUCKIN BREAKDOWN (fast and dirty version)

for @mopeymopeymouse and anyone else who hasn't read flight of icarus + fair warning, my ronnie is a little canon divergent probably? a touch more chaotic than what we're given in FOI anyway

so okay, here's the official backstory

ronnie is obviously no durrr a resident of forest hills trailer park who befriended eddie when they were eight years old. she moves to the trailer park after her dad passes away and her mom gets institutionalized. she lives with her granny, a woman that's hard as nails but soft in the middle (see: keeping wayne munson in turkey casseroles), a woman that loves a goddamned M*A*S*H rerun (baby don't we all).

ronnie is a lot like her granny in that way; a touch more on the goofier side of toughness, but that doesn't stop her from putting eddie munson in his place when she needs to. especially after the time in seventh grade when he'd tried to kiss her, like fucking gross dude what the fuck was that! a little noodling on that made ronnie realize she didn't have crushes the way other people had crushes. she might not even have them at all.

a little more on the official side-- she's corroded coffin's first drummer (that's right, gareth emerson, you're filling some big motherfucking shoes), she's a founding member of hellfire club and in 1984, she gets a full ride to NYU. she's tall as shit. she wears overalls and baseball caps (looking like, quoth eddie munson, 'the ghost of a tiny farmer' when she was a kid). she's ride or die. she's cool as hell. she's going places.

ronnie ecker is also scared as all hell to go places because, yeah, she's got the smarts and she might even have the nerve but does she have the wherewithal to hold it all together? she doesn't fucking know! there are a lot of nights she spends freaking out in the bathroom mirror, wondering how close of a genetic scrape her mom's mental illness is. wondering how much the fact that she's from a trailer park will help or hinder her progression in, like, the real world. wondering if she can stay upright if she makes a break from this town without her twin pillar, her brother in bullshit, eddie munson next to her. wondering, y'know. just... wondering.

she's got this facade of nerdy anxiety that drops pretty quickly once she's a) got a set of drumsticks in her hands or b) at that hellfire table or c) fucked with and then you'll see that, yeah, she is all nerve. white hot and wicked, goofy and gorgeous and cool as the moon, with a huge mouth and a stupid, dirty sense of humor.

it might be ronnie ecker vs the world. but she is gonna make it in spite of all that.

#ronnie ecker vs the world #THAT'S KINDA THE IDEA ANYWAY #r. ecker by powder #ronnie ecker #published by powder

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multiversalfandomwriter222 · 1 year

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A Love Too Pure: Prologue

“Please...” The Elf King begs at the Hogwarts door. He was coming for their daughter, their only daughter. “It will still be destined. They will be paired with his son, there is nothing you can do about it.” “But their love will destroy everything! And he is looking for her. The boy just turned one, we cannot have them bonding.” The Elf Queen says trembling. “She is my heart, and if my heart dies, I will.”

Albus looks down at the baby. Rosy (S/C) complexion, a curly head of (H/C). a silver moon patch on her right eye, and tiny faerie ears. “I will. I will raise her and protect her like you would.” The Elf queen lets out a sob as she places a kiss on her baby’s forehead. “I love you y/n.”

The Elf King sheds a tear as he leaves all his magic with her. “I love you my child. Find peace in knowing that.” The mother lets out another sob as she inserts her magic in her child. “I love you, and will come back to you.”

The Elf King and Queen apparate away with heavy hearts as Albus stands there sighing heavily. He looks down at the baby and smiles. “You’ll be well known, be loved and likable, you will have all the gifts in the world, and be praised. But the man you will be with is good. He just needs to find his way to you.”

Baby y/n yawns and nestles back to sleep and Dumbledore chuckles as he walks up the stairs. “You’ll learn dearest. You’ll learn.”

A/N: Hey Guys! I decided to give you all a prologue of A Love Too Pure series! I will update as much as I can, but here are somethings you should know:

For you, you are gender neutral, but you have feminine features, so biologically you are a girl and whatever

Two, I’m changing it to BLACK GN! Reader

Three, I will try to make it angsty and slutty enough for you guys. Note how I said try.

Four: I hope you’ll enjoy!

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #gn reader #x black reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle fluff #marcus lopez #Harry Potter

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yloiseconeillants · 17 days

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C H A R A C T E R P R O F I L E

(tagged by @elf-simp, and I am in the process of making more for my other characters-)

B A S I C S

Name: Yloise Elilswys Coneillants

Nicknames: She doesn't like them but has heard "Yl" (Eel) and "Lou" a couple of times at least.

Age: 34 (as of DT, presumably)

Nameday: 22nd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Duskwight Elezen (Gelmorran)

Gender: Clown daughter

Orientation: Bisexual (Disaster)

Profession: Former Governess (fired), Former Customs Assessor (Promoted Laterally), Warrior of Light (Retired???), Practicing Chirurgeon and Speculative Botanist.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Dark, dark blue and some streaks of slightly lighter blue throughout. It's naturally a bit greyer, but she dyes it fairly regularly. It grows fast, and she has a tendency of cutting it erratically whenever something dramatic happens to her.

Eyes: Grey, though her left eye retains light poisoning damage since SHB. She's near-sighted and sensitive to light, so she wears tinted glasses pretty perpetually (in the soap opera, the lenses are red, but in blorboverse, she wears green lenses in the First since she didn't bring her own glasses along for the Calling - for the Wizard of Oz reference).

Skin: Also grey, acne-prone.

Tattoos/scars: She has scars from light poisoning cracks (they're sympathetic in blorboverse, since she wasn't there physically).

F A M I L Y

Parents: Julien Cibleroit, Gelmorran poet and highwayman who spent nearly two decades in Spirithold on false charges before escaping during the Calamity (there may or may not be voidsent involved in said escape) who is currently doing Crimes Too Heinous for the Redbelly Wasps in the Black Shroud, and Hersande Coneillants, a botanist originally from Gridania, who took an assignment in Halfstone to improve the crop yields in rocky soil conditions (she took the assignment in part to hide her pregnancy from her fellow guildmembers). Yloise has never met her father, and her mother died during Leviathan's attack on Halfstone after the Calamity.

Siblings: Vallerin Coneillants, aspiring magician who was on semi-permanent guard duty at Issom-Har to ward off graverobbers/adventurers. Yloise and Vallerin are twins.

Grandparents: ??? (she's been jokingly referring to the Centurio Yloise in Idyllshire as her grandmother but it's getting more affectionate every time)

In-laws and Other: Beatin was a childhood friend of her mother's and he and Yloise get on tremendously (two of them). Midgardsormr is NOT her dad.

Pets: An echevore followed Yloise out of Dohn Mheg and has haunted her steps since (its name is Elsie and it loves pixieberries and snuggling and biting).

S K I L L S

Abilities: Damage-forward scholar (she still has bane and miasma you can pry them out of my cold, dead hands thanks) who is Extremely Efficient at Spell of Boil Lungs. Healing, alchemy, carpentry.

Hobbies: She uses leftover alchemy ingredients to mix perfumes and collects tiny bottles to put them in - the issue is her labeling system is not always consistent so. Probably better to just leave her stuff alone. Is compulsively pocketing trinkets considered a hobby? She's doing that. She *loves* eating and will definitely seek out food carts in every city she ends up in. This is probably what's going to get her to the Dawntrail expansion, honestly.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: She's trying!!!! Very good at the whole Helping thing. Keeps calm in drastic situations. Hype generator for literally anyone if she believes in the cahoots potential.

Most Negative Trait: Commitment to the Bit (and, in fact, Acceleration of the Bit). Has a tendency to ghost people instead of addressing her Problems (working on it!!). Poor judgment of character. Will revert to destructive coping behaviors after everyone thought she had worked through it (sorry).

L I K E S

Colors: Wine red, grey-blues.

Smells: FOOD. The smell of fried foods has led her to places she shouldn't have gone. Florals, resins, smoke, in that order for perfumes.

Textures: GROOVES IN METAL. Silk robes.

Drinks: Tea, wine, fancy liquors, cheap liquors.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Every night. She smokes out of a pipe that belonged to a former party member who has since died. It's a grounding ritual for her (preferably on a balcony).

Drinks: She used to drink pretty heavily when she lived in Limsa Lominsa, and she stopped drinking for a while (HW to Stormblood) but started up again during Shadowbringers.

Drugs: Yep! Both professional and recreational.

Mount Issuance: Not Allowed.

Been Arrested: Lost count of how many times she was arrested in Limsa Lominsa (mostly bar fights) but she's on a first name basis with most of the Yellowjackets at this point. (Mistress Thubyrgeim has Not Lost Count of how many times she's been arrested).

#yloise coneillants #memery

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jasperhaleobsessed · 4 months

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Mending What's been Broken

Summary: Edward and Bella have a different conversation after New Moon than in canon.

Notes: Thank You to everyone who favorite and followed this story it makes me so so happy! Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to leave any suggestions and constructive criticism. It's greatly appreciated! Also in this chapter it is Edward’s POV I don’t say what the characters are specifically saying but convey the jist of it more like.

Characters: Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen and Bella Swan (Mentioned)

Warnings: None does talk lightly about what happened at the Volturi.

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Edward’s POV

I walked into the living room. She stood up abruptly, she pushed me back out of anger and frustration. I’m sure you can guess who. Alice. “You let her get away! What’s wrong with you?” She screeched. She was furious. I heard her raving thoughts the moment I stepped in the door. I’m surprised she didn’t call me and demand me to go back and talk to Bella. I desperately wanted to go back to her but I wouldn’t. I won’t break that promise to her. I want to regain her trust and to do that I need to give her time and prove that I am trustworthy. If she had a vision of us talking, why is she so angry? Wouldn’t she want us to work it out in the right way? Perhaps she only saw parts of our conversation? No, I don’t think that’s possible to see just one part or perhaps it is possible but I think it’s something else, I think she just misses her best friend.

“I didn’t let her do anything, it was her choice! You should know by now…” I roared back. But then I paused trying to take a deep breath. She just misses her best friend. She’s hurt like I am. I continue to say, “I should know by now that’s how I got into this mess in the first place.” By the time I was done speaking the whole family was listening and watching us intently. I could hear their thoughts swirling.

Emmett was thinking of ways of murdering me in my sleep. He was seething. Carlisle was choosing his thoughts carefully. He didn’t completely approve of us leaving but was trying to think of what was best for Bella and our family. But seemed pleased that I was changing my mind, that I was doing things differently than before, that I was being healthier. Esme was thinking apprehensive of the whole situation. She didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. I hope she forgives me for going to Volturi and leaving Bella. Jasper was uncertain of the whole situation. Still unsure what to think. But he did understand why I left but saw the affects of my departure and disagreed with my actions. Rosalie was furious as usual. She didn’t want her family to be torn apart. She hated that she and the rest of us had to leave. But she also regretted how she treated Bella. She understood now that we need her and vice versa. She, like the rest of the family, watched us attentively.

I take a step forward and I wrap my arms around her tiny frame. I whispered to her, “Alice I’m sorry I know I’ve caused you pain by taking away your best friend, telling you to leave her and for that I am truly, truly sorry.” She didn’t hug me back immediately but after a minute she did. If she could cry I’m sure she would be sobbing. Jasper wanted to run up to her and comfort her and tell her “Everything’s going to be okay.” But he stayed back, he knew we needed to talk. He watched carefully. I believe he was ready and prepared to step in at any moment. He proved it again and again that he cared deeply about her. He was her world and vice versa. Some say he’s cold but at heart he cares deeply for his family and for Alice. And he would never let anything bad happen to her or any of us.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. But she still managed to say, “I-i could’ve said no, I c-could’ve f-fought to stay but I didn’t none of did and n-now we have to m-make u-up for it. We have to h-help her. I-I c-can’t let her d-down again. I won’t.” She said, with determination in her trembling voice. “I know you won’t.” I tried to soothe.

“And you better not do something like that again mister! I was so scared you were dead!” She hugged me tighter, she hugged me like she’d never let go and perhaps she wouldn’t. Knowing her she wouldn’t. She's a good sister and I am lucky to have her in my life. I was lucky to have them all. I shouldn’t have taken that for granted. I’ll never take it for granted again. And that’s a promise. I just need to fulfill that promise, I need to keep to it. It wasn’t just Bella who I needed to prove that she can trust me again, it was also my family too. But they also needed to prove to her they could trust them as well. I guess we all needed to prove something to one another.

This is not going to be easy but I hope Bella’s right, I hope we can do this. I’m not as optimistic as her but I also trust her and I need her to trust me too. I never want her to be alone again. I can’t…I won’t do that to her. I want to fulfill that promise as well. No more heartbreak, just love and trust. We need to find Victoria and stop her. I hope Jacob won’t be a problem as well. But I am sure he will be another obstacle I’ll have to face. I’m not completely sure how Bella feels about him or what their whole story is but I do know he’s important to her and I need to be careful of him. Once again I can’t do anything rash or else I could lose her trust and break the treaty, causing my family trouble, and dying is not on my to-do list. But I do know none of this will be easy. It's going to take time and lots of it. As a vampire time goes by slowly but this is one of the slowest. This will be tedious but out of everything I’ve gone through in my existence and done this will be the most fulfilling.

“I promise I won’t.” I vowed. I was going to uphold this promise. I will not let her down not again. I can’t see my sister like this ever again. I can’t ever put myself or my family through anything like again either. I don’t think I could, I’m not strong enough for that.

“You better.” She whispered softly.

“Don’t worry Alice, I'll make sure he upholds that promise!” Emmett hollered and cackled like a maniac.

She laughed, “Good.”

“Don’t worry we’ll make sure of it.” Esme smiled warmly at Alice. Alice flashed a bright smile at her. I let go of her and she went to peck Esme’s cheek. Esme’s motherly and comforting thoughts filled the air. But I also heard Emmett’s and Jasper’s thoughts.

They were planning and strategizing what they’d do if I ever hurt Bella or took her away from them again. Emmett was like a big brother to her and if anything bad would happen to her it would break his heart. And he’d probably rip me from limb to limb. He certainly wasn’t going to ever leave her again and he, like the rest of my family, was determined to help Bella. To win back her trust. And to mend what has been broken. Jasper almost killed her on her birthday and he regrets it greatly. He wants to make it up to her in any way possible but she’s also a little sister to him. He felt all of our pain during the last few months and he knows she is part of this family, he doesn’t want to see any of his family in pain. And he certainly doesn’t want to be the cause of it. Not again.

Surprisingly it was Rosalie who spoke up first, “We need to talk to her, we need to get her trust back…I need to gain her trust in the first place.”

“That’s very wise of you but also kind.” I say. She gave me a small smile. I’d never gotten along with her but perhaps I could mend that relationship as well.

Carlisle was rubbing his chin, he was in deep thought. He kept trying to think of the best way to phrase his thoughts.“Rosalie is right, we need to talk to her and fix what we’ve done. We’ve caused her too much pain.”

“But how? I know we need to give her space and give her time. But how can we make her feel like she can trust us again?” Emmett questioned.

Carlisle was ready to answer but Esme answered instead her motherly instincts were kicking in. “We need to be dependable, show that we can be trustworthy, be honest, be consistent, admit we were wrong, and help her.” Carlisle smiled lovingly at Esme.

“When should we invite her over and talk to her?”

“Tomorrow after school.” Alice answered in a monotone voice, her eyes were cloudy like when she was having a vision. She did have a vision. I was preoccupied by the conversation, I didn't notice.

“We can all agree we’re never leaving her again right?”

“Yes.” We all agreed.

Emmett smiled, “Just making sure.” Always the jokester.

I knew what was coming. I dreaded it. “Know before we have a chat with Bella tomorrow we need to have a chat with you about going to the Volturi.” Oh I was in so much trouble. His voice sounded very father-like. He crossed his arms looking me closely in the eye. He had authority to it but almost a hint of menace to it as well. You never want to make him mad. But I knew he was just worried about losing me. They all were. His eyes were still golden; he always had the best self control and self restraint. But I knew he wasn’t outraged, just worried. All eyes turned to me and I knew that this would be a long discussion.

To Be Continued…

#twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #new moon #au #alternate universe #edward cullen #bella swan #alice cullen #jasper hale #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #twilight renascence #twilight renessaince #twilight renaissance #my fanfiction #my fanfic

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