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Xiao Zhan Portrait Magazine February 2025 feature

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“Xiao Zhan’s answer to Time”

As long as you hold the reins tightly, time will give you the answer.

Xiao Zhan has always felt that freedom and self are both neutral words. In the past, he may have cared more about other people's judgments, but now he prefers to listen to his own voice, "Destiny is uncontrollable, but what is controllable is oneself." The so-called freedom is the ability to control one's own destiny, whether fast or slow, whether strolling or galloping, it is all up to him. The reins are not in the hands of anyone else, but in the hands of Xiao Zhan.

Free time

In 2023, Xiao Zhan stayed with his actor friend Vincent for a long time.

He always remembered the scene when they first met: Vincent was very tall, with a very long neck and muscles all over his body. The sun shone on his skin, making it glow red. He held his head high, very elegantly, ignored everyone, and walked proudly into the stable - yes, Vincent was a horse.

After a while, Vincent suddenly started to kick and kick other horses when he passed by them, then ran around the arena frantically. "I was completely stunned at the time," Xiao Zhan said. He pointed at Vincent and looked at the equestrian teacher, "Are you sure?" The equestrian teacher was very calm, "Yes."

Vincent was selected from more than 1,000 foals to become one of the actors in the movie "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Greatest Hero", playing the role of the hero Guo Jing's mount "Little Red Horse".

For Xiao Zhan, the male lead who plays Guo Jing, riding the "little red horse" is the first step to becoming Guo Jing.

This is a test that the two actors go through together, exploring each other, testing each other, breaking through each other's boundaries, and ultimately, reaching mutual understanding and trust.

Vincent is very smart, he is almost the smartest horse in the herd, he has his own unique way of being lazy, often running and then stop moving. Xiao Zhan whispered in his ear to persuade him, Xiaohong, can you run two more laps, but Xiaohong ignored him. Xiaohong didn't want to walk, no one could persuade her; when Xiaohong was unhappy, she would just stick up her horse's butt and throw people off.

Time and waiting are the most Xiao Zhan can give, there is no other way.

He said that if the little red horse was unwilling, he would stop, and when the little red horse was willing to accept, he would spend more time to run in and train. Gradually, the little red horse and Xiao Zhan reached a tacit understanding. He knew that as long as they completed the training every day, everyone could rest. Later, during the breaks in filming, Xiao Zhan did not forget to feed the little red horse with carrots to reward his partner.

Talking about his time with the little red horse, Xiao Zhan said that he felt very happy and it was a feeling of freedom.

Free to fly, free to understand the emotions, personality and habits of another species. They get along day and night, trust each other, and eventually become friends.

For more than two months in the summer of 2023, Xiao Zhan lived this kind of life: getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning, going out at 7 o'clock, crossing the sixth ring road of Beijing, and going to the horse farm in the suburbs. If there is a traffic jam, it will take nearly two hours to get there. That state is like going to school, riding in the morning, martial arts in the afternoon, sometimes riding all day, and physical training. He can rest one day a week, occasionally two days. After returning home, as long as he has enough time, he will continue to do strength training.

Director Tsui Hark treated The Legend of the Condor Heroes rigorously and specially, requiring the actors to devote themselves to such a "semi-closed" period. Actress Zhuang Dafei, who played Huang Rong, remembered that Xiao Zhan would lead the actors to practice more. Because they had a foundation in exercise before and were relatively professional, the physical education teacher would let him lead everyone to do warm-up and stretching exercises, "It felt like classmates were in class together, and the class monitor led us to train."

During that time, Xiao Zhan fell asleep quickly every day due to extreme fatigue. This was another kind of freedom he felt, the freedom of creating a new character.

We asked Xiao Zhan, in the past five years, have you ever had a moment of spiritual freedom? His answer was: "The days on the set made me feel free." The road to the racecourse was long, and it made him happy.

Director Song Xiaofei also witnessed this period of time. At that time, the film "Sunshine by my side" that the two of them were working on had reached the post-editing stage. He knew that Xiao Zhan was very busy every day because of the subsequent scenes, working out, riding horses, and archery. Occasionally, he would tell him that his waist and back hurt, but he found that Xiao Zhan had a more relaxed and free state - he didn't care too much whether there was some dirt on his face, whether he was sweating or oily, he cared more about whether the role was accurate.

When we talk about the past five years, Xiao Zhan will mark the year with each work. In 2020, he filmed "Ace Troops", in 2021 it was "Dream of Dreams" and "Yu Gu Yao", in 2022 it was "Where Dreams Begin" and "Sunshine by my Side", in 2023 it was "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Greatest Hero", and in 2024 it was "The Legend of the Canghai". One after another, he approached those characters with curiosity, some non-repetitive and more complex roles, and found different answers to life in them.

When working with director Tsui Hark, Xiao Zhan always showed respect. When they first met two years ago, he didn't even ask why Tsui Hark asked him to play Guo Jing. When they said goodbye, he didn't even dare to say "I look forward to working with you" for fear of being abrupt. It was only after a while that he knew that Tsui Hark wanted him to play Guo Jing.

But why did the cooperation start with the little red horse? Perhaps we can find the answer in the original work of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. The little red horse is a partner, a comrade-in-arms, and a family member to Guo Jing. More importantly, there is a plot about Guo Jing and the little red horse in the original work. It was a very important turning point in Guo Jing's growth. It was also the first real battle after Guo Jing practiced the Quanzhen internal skills. His courage, concentration and long endurance made the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan recognize this apprentice again and helped him become the "greatest hero".

Regarding Guo Jing and the little red horse, there is a description in the original novel: "The little red horse ran wildly and leaped, galloping back and forth on the grassland for more than an hour, and it was getting more and more energetic. The herdsmen were horrified. The old herdsman knelt down and muttered a prayer, asking the God not to bring disaster on them for offending the dragon horse. He also shouted loudly, asking Guo Jing to get off the horse quickly. But Guo Jing was concentrating on sticking to the horse's back, as if he was tied tightly with a rope. He rose and fell with the horse's height and never fell off the horse."

Xiao Zhan, who has a close relationship with Guo Jing, can also realize that this seems to be a metaphor for Guo Jing's life path: no matter how ups and downs his fate is, he will not be thrown off the horse. He holds the reins tightly and uses a seemingly clumsy but irreplaceable method to step into the world of martial arts and become a great hero.

When Xiao Zhan met his little red horse Vincent, he would have his own answer to this question: when you are in the world, pain and accidents are inevitable, as long as he holds the reins tightly, he will always wait for his moment of freedom.

Innocent confusion

There will almost certainly be a long period of negotiation before the moment of freedom arrives.

It was a long table, with more than 30 actors sitting around it, and the first script reading session that spring began. This play has been performed for more than 20 years. Some actors have been there since the premiere, and many actors are new. Everyone had to introduce themselves. It was Xiao Zhan's turn. Before he spoke, countless guesses kept popping up in his mind, "Oh my God, they will all think I'm a rookie. Will they wonder where this kid came from?" He thought nervously while saying in a low voice, "Hello everyone, I'm Xiao Zhan." Three years later, when recalling this scene to "Portrait", Xiao Zhan commented on himself at the time, "Completely, very, very unconfident."

It was the spring of 2021. Xiao Zhan was invited to star in the CCTV version of "Dream Like a Dream". This was his first time on the stage of a drama and he played one of the soul roles of the play, "Patient No. 5", a role he regarded as "very sacred".

When Xiao Zhan was in college and joined an art troupe, he had heard about "Dream Like a Dream". He knew it was a play about life and death, impermanence and reincarnation, so he became curious about it. Now, it was his turn to play the role. "I couldn't believe it." He was not a professional actor and had no experience in drama performance. How could he take on such an important role? But because he really liked it, he accepted the invitation.

The story of " Patient No. 5 " attracted Xiao Zhan. It was an extremely complicated fate - his child died, his wife disappeared, and he suddenly contracted a strange disease and was tortured. In the last moments of his life, he decided to travel far away and travel around the world. In Paris, France, he met his lover and also met the mystery of another person. For the rest of his life, he was looking for answers and the answer to the mystery of life.

Xiao Zhan's role as "Patient No. 5" in the CCTV version of "Like a Dream" was decided by the chief producer Wang Keren. Before 2019, Wang Keren had never heard of the name Xiao Zhan. The first time he knew him was because they happened to stay in the same hotel. He heard from others that a very popular actor named Xiao Zhan also lived there.

In 2020, Wang Keren was looking for a new version of "Patient No. 5" and a friend told him that he could pay attention to Xiao Zhan.

Wang Keren believes that the most mysterious thing about a person's destiny is impermanence. A few years ago, he told People that Xiao Zhan and "Patient No. 5" have something in common, which is very complex and has a sense of destiny. "People are fulfilled as they stay, and they are hit as they stay."

In July of that year, Wang Keren approached Xiao Zhan and invited him to have a conversation about drama with playwright Wan Fang. In fact, he wanted to observe the young actor. A few days later, Xiao Zhan handed over a long interview outline, which touched Wang Keren.

He told Portrait that he chose Xiao Zhan not only because of his sensitivity to words and deep diligence, but more importantly, during that conversation with Wan Fang, he noticed that Xiao Zhan exuded a kind of "innocent confusion", a trait unique to "Patient No. 5", and he wanted to explore where this "innocent confusion" came from.

"I find it very strange that when a person is in a severe shock, his soul will definitely feel confused, and this confusion may be more severe than I imagined," said Wang Keren.

At that time, Xiao Zhan was indeed at a loss. In 2015, he entered the entertainment industry through a talent show and became a member of an idol boy group from an ordinary designer. In 2019, he became popular because of the TV series "The Untamed" and became the most watched actor in China. Everything happened too quickly.

When he was a child, Xiao Zhan liked to watch "Story Club". The stories in it were all kinds of strange and the fate was ups and downs. As a child, he first knew what impermanence was. He remembered that when Wang Keren first met him, he told him that he was chosen because of "a kind of impermanence". He also understood that at certain moments, his fate and that of "Patient No. 5" were intertwined. Rather than saying that "Patient No. 5" needed him, it would be better to say that Xiao Zhan at that time also needed "Patient No. 5".

When we asked Xiao Zhan, what is the most empathetic point between you and "Patient No. 5"?

"Looking for an answer. An answer to anything." Xiao Zhan said. "Portrait" and Xiao Zhan haven't seen each other for 5 years. The last time they filmed was at the beginning of the new year of 2020. In the following 5 years, many new problems occurred, which also gave him many new confusions.

Xiao Zhan told Portrait that the arrival of Dream Like a Dream is very important to him, "very important". It is not only a breakthrough in performance, but also an influence and support on the spiritual level. "When I really needed such energy, it appeared miraculously. It gave me some answers to many questions."

He knew that he had to seize this opportunity, just like holding the reins of a horse, and he had to decide his own direction.

Dreamlike answer

The answer is not that easy to come by.

After taking on the role of "Patient No. 5", Xiao Zhan began to suffer from insomnia at night. When he was awake, he was reading the script. Before joining the crew, he had memorized all the lines and rehearsed many scenes at home many times. Despite this, he was still so unconfident.

Xiao Zhan shared a detail with Portrait about his nervousness at the time. At the first reading session, when he read out the first line, his attention was not on himself, but on others. He seemed to be staring at the script in front of him, but in fact he was secretly glancing at the reactions of other actors with his peripheral vision. Until he finished reading, he found that everyone had a little surprised reaction: "Eh, it seems okay."

The book "Everything for Drama" also records the behind-the-scenes story of "Dream Like a Dream": Before Xiao Zhan came, he had memorized all the lines. He came in the state of "Patient No. 5" and could start rehearsing immediately after arriving.

Wang Keran is very concerned about Xiao Zhan's status, not only because of his huge fan base, but also because the new version of "Patient No. 5" will be judged by all audiences and professional dramatists. The book "Everything for Drama" summarizes the status at that time like this: "A thorn has been piercing the back of this crew since half a year ago - can the newly joined Xiao Zhan perform on the stage of drama? "

Soon, Wang Keran found that Xiao Zhan had put himself into it. During the rehearsal, actors are easily attracted by their phones, but in the rehearsal, Wang Keran observed that Xiao Zhan did not waste a minute. He never lowered his head to look at his phone. When others were rehearsing, he was also observing, thinking and learning.

Recalling the scene a few years ago, Xiao Zhan said that he liked that kind of life very much. He was immersed in rehearsals every day, which was like returning to school. Everyone rehearsed and discussed, and the teacher gave feedback, revised and polished the work. Everyone created together. For him, "Dream Like a Dream" was like a school, and more like a dream.

Before the premiere, Xiao Zhan was very nervous. He was the opening actor, and the first line of the 8-hour "Like a Dream" was his. When he stood in position, the spotlight was turned on, and there was only white in front of him. The world seemed to be still. He remembered that he could not hear anything that day, but his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump... When he finished his first line, his hearing was restored.

This may be the charm of the stage. Even though the whole audience was silent, Xiao Zhan could feel that "the air was applauding." Wang Keran also remembered the situation on the day of the premiere. He felt that Xiao Zhan almost "fully and perfectly expressed the emotions of ' Patient No. 5'" that day.

Since April 2021, Xiao Zhan has traveled all over the country with "Dream Like a Dream". In more than two years, he has performed in many shows and gained a lot. What Xiao Zhan likes most is that after each performance, the director and all the actors will get together and express together: "We have carried so much love and enthusiasm from the audience, so we must give these things back to everyone."

Every time, Xiao Zhan would say that he would never cry and would control his emotions, but every time everyone would find that he would come back with swollen eyes from crying.

He became "Patient No. 5" without reservation. There seemed to be an invisible rope between him and "Patient No. 5". Every time he played "Patient No. 5", his mood was also affected. "No scene is the same." The old actors told him that this was right. Even if they had been acting for 10 years, they would have new feelings every time. This is drama. Xiao Zhan also knew that the rope was not only holding "Patient No. 5" but also his persistence in acting. He did not let go of his hand.

At the end of "A Dream Like a Dream", "Patient No. 5" has to stand on the stage and sing a song. Every time he performs this part, he will be deeply immersed in a complex emotion, because before this, he has foreseen the death of "Patient No. 5".

There is a transition time of five or six seconds from lights off to lights on. Xiao Zhan always asks the staff behind the scenes to help him turn off the microphone. He will quickly wipe away his tears, sniff his nose, and adjust his state.

Sometimes, the feeling of helplessness about the fate of the characters still came up. One time, he started to cry while singing. He felt guilty and thought his performance was not perfect. At that time, the actress Feng Xianzhen, who played the elderly Gu Xianglan, said to him, "Your performance today was very moving. You know that? This is the drama itself."

In the more than two years since he became "Patient No. 5", Xiao Zhan has received a lot of comfort, companionship and awakening. He has gradually found his place in this dream and also found some resonance. Backstage, the sign in his lounge does not say Xiao Zhan, but "Patient No. 5".

Wang Keran said that what impressed him the most was actually the performance of "Patient No. 5" lying on the bed. That line made him feel that Xiao Zhan truly understood the role: "He had to get into (the role) to understand his confusion about himself and his fate. Only then could he truly feel it, express it, and have the power to do so. He did it."

Nourishment

The opening up of an individual happens little by little. Outside the stage, at certain subtle moments, Xiao Zhan always reaches out to let the wind of freedom blow in from the cracks in his life.

No one noticed that Xiao Zhan was among them.

He appeared on Binjiang Road, Chongqing's most famous urban promenade, taking a walk as he did before; he appeared at a roadside food stall, eating noodles with his good friends; he appeared in the most prosperous downtown area of a city, taking pictures everywhere with his camera.

In the past few years, he has occasionally wandered around, riding his bike, watching movies, and walking around freely.

These moments are so important to him. "It's like I'm a tree. Have you ever seen a tree grow in the air? No, it must land on the ground. That's the feeling." Xiao Zhan told People magazine that real people and real life are his soil.

When we first met Xiao Zhan, he said that the atmosphere of life was very important to him, and that kind of life gave him a solid feeling. Over the past five years, he has repeatedly emphasized the importance of life in interviews. He will remain sensitive to and capture daily details, observe the status of the staff on the set, observe the Chongqing residents by the Jialing River, and observe the food delivery riders.

When he couldn't sleep at night, he would often sit by the window and stare blankly. He would wonder what people were doing in the windows that were still lit at two or three in the morning. Were they working overtime? Or were they suffering from insomnia? Sometimes on rainy nights, he would see some people running with umbrellas, while others were walking slowly without umbrellas. He was curious about what stories those people had.

Life has given him a great deal of nourishment and strength, enough for him to have the confidence to cope with difficulties and step into the moment of freedom again, and the family is an important space for providing this nourishment and strength.

Last summer, Xiao Zhan and his parents went on a trip to Europe. They spent more than a week together. The last time the family of three went on such a trip was when he was in high school and went to Lijiang, Yunnan. At that time, Xiao Zhan was in adolescence and was very rebellious. He played by himself and didn't want to spend more time with his parents. More than a decade later, he had the opportunity to travel with his parents again. What he wanted was to spend some time with his parents so that they could see his life.

The short trip came to an end. He and his parents said goodbye at the seaside of a foreign country. His parents continued their trip, and Xiao Zhan ended his vacation and went to work. After lunch, they will each go to their next destination. He remembered the scene of parting that day very clearly. The alley was very narrow, so narrow that only one car could pass through. When the car drove in, the pedestrians on both sides had to stand sideways against the wall. The car to pick up Xiao Zhan came first, and he could not stay for long. Just as the clock struck midnight, the pumpkin car came to pick him up, and the dream was about to end.

He and his parents maintain a traditional Chinese family relationship model. Love is subtle and silent. When facing the person he loves, he never expresses too much emotion. He just pretends to be indifferent and says, "Go away and take care of yourself."

But that day, Xiao Zhan stood at the door of the restaurant, he hugged his mother first, then hugged his father. All his perceptions were magnified again. He remembered that when he was hugging his mother, a middle-aged lady walked by sideways. She was wearing a white dress with blue prints. He hugged his mother and watched a gust of wind blow by. The lady's skirt swayed, and the wind smelled like the sea.

The scene was like a movie, deeply imprinted in his mind. When talking about this scene, Xiao Zhan showed the most emotional expression of the day. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was back at the beach. He held his arms in the air, as if he was hugging his mother again. This was almost one of his moments of the year. This complete relaxation brought him some long-lasting strength. During that trip, he also publicly posted a photo with his parents on social networks for the first time, although it was only a back view.

Xiao Zhan said that he and his parents don’t contact each other every day, but they have a strong sense of bond. His parents rarely ask about his work, and they don’t have many in-depth conversations. They only say one thing when he encounters difficulties: "Being happy is more important than anything else. It’s no big deal. Otherwise, just go home."

He found that when he was with his parents, they always talked about his childhood. When he was in high school, he was very annoyed and didn't want to listen more. When he was in his 30s, he had the idea of "talking more, the more the better". He wanted to listen to how he grew up. This is where he came from, and it is also the reason why he grew up to be Xiao Zhan.

A few years ago, he expressed in an interview that he wanted to find "real life". He was worried that he was too far away from the concrete world and lost his judgment of reality. This year, he suddenly changed. Perhaps it was because of more observation, or perhaps it was because of that trip. He confirmed one thing, "I am in real, concrete life."

The concrete life related to his parents and hometown over the past 20 years is like a thick and gentle net, which gently supports Xiao Zhan and helps him dispel many doubts about real life. It is the world closest to him. It is his soil and his nutrients, which continuously and steadily nourishes him and makes him believe that he is still alive.

Now, Xiao Zhan occasionally dreams, and the scenes in his dreams are all the old houses from his childhood. It is an old residential building, and his home is on the fifth floor. Every time he opens the door, his father, mother, and grandmother are all there, and the old house slowly emerges, and he remembers the bedroom, living room, table lamp, and even the kitchen exhaust fan.

Xiao Zhan said that home was like a safe house. Whenever he felt tired or unhappy, he would dream about the old house. Sometimes he felt happy, and sometimes he felt lost when he woke up. But he knew that no matter what happened, he didn't have to worry. As long as he wanted, he could return to the safe house in his dreams.

Dissatisfied

The nutrients absorbed determine what kind of tree a person will grow into. Xiao Zhan once said in the documentary "Wonderful City: Chongqing" that he grew up in Chongqing, and the mountain city nurtured him for more than 20 years. He climbed mountains and crossed obstacles every day, going against the trend. His daily routine was to "climb" every day, so there are some "very stubborn" parts in his character. Growing up in such soil, he had many dissatisfactions and many thoughts of wanting to move forward.

On December 31, 2024, "Portrait" met Xiao Zhan again in a recording studio in Beijing. This was the last day of the year, and the atmosphere of the New Year was everywhere. He did not participate in any New Year's Eve activities, but stayed in a small warm yellow room to record dubbing for subsequent works. When night fell, he had been dubbing for more than 8 hours in a row.

"Do it again", this is the sentence Xiao Zhan said the most, "Do it again", "I'll try again", "Come on, do it again".

There was a nearly two-minute inner monologue, which he dubbed several times. The director thought it was good enough, and Xiao Zhan said, "Do it again." The director was a little surprised and asked, "All of it?" Then Xiao Zhan dubbed the nearly two-minute monologue twice more.

Several directors who have worked with Xiao Zhan all mentioned that "Do it again" is one of the phrases he says most often on the set. Director Jiang Jiajun recalled that during the filming of "Yu Gu Yao", there was an underwater scene where the temperature of the water shed was not high and the actors went in and out of the water many times. The actors quickly became hypothermic and their lips were trembling. However, after each take, Xiao Zhan would come over and ask how the shooting went and whether they needed another take. This was also the part that impressed him the most about Xiao Zhan

Wang Keren also shared the same feeling with People. During the rehearsal of Dream Like a Dream, he often felt that he had passed and performed well, but Xiao Zhan still asked himself to do it again. He concluded that this was Xiao Zhan's "dissatisfaction" with himself.

When filming the TV series "Sunshine by my Side", director Song Xiaofei would receive a call from Xiao Zhan every night before going to bed. He would ask in a crackling voice: "Director, what do you think of tomorrow's scene? This is what I think, do you think it's right? Is this line okay for me to understand it this way?" Song Xiaofei said that among the actors he worked with, Xiao Zhan was very outstanding, and they always maintained close, pleasant, positive and effective communication during work.

He could sense some of Xiao Zhan's anxieties, always worrying that he wasn't doing well enough. Sometimes, he would comfort Xiao Zhan more on the phone, "You're fine, relax tomorrow." There was a drunken scene, and Song Xiaofei felt that it was okay not to drink, but Xiao Zhan insisted on drinking a little. He said it would not be realistic if he didn't drink at all. That day, he took a sip of wine and his face turned red. "He always wants to do it well, he is such an actor."

During the filming, as long as Xiao Zhan was free, he would always sit next to the director, observe other actors, and see how everyone worked. Jiang Jiajun remembered that there was a heavy snow scene in "Yu Gu Yao", Xiao Zhan arrived at the scene early, put a small folding chair in the middle of the artificial snow scene, and sat on it quietly. Jiang Jiajun did not disturb Xiao Zhan, because he knew that Xiao Zhan was brewing emotions.

Song Xiaofei also remembers that on the set, Xiao Zhan always sat very low, for fear of affecting other people's vision. He huddled in a corner, watching other actors perform, and was not stingy with his praise, "They acted really well." Hearing this, Song Xiaofei would offer encouragement, "You acted very well, too."

When filming The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Greatest Hero, Xiao Zhan would sneak into Tsui Hark's small tent, sit quietly beside him, listen to Tsui Hark communicating with the staff, and watch Tsui Hark draw storyboards with a brush. He said, "It's great. I only knew the name Tsui Hark before, but seeing it all with my own eyes makes me feel even more magical."

Dissatisfaction with his performance, his condition, the script and the role made him move forward step by step.

Over the past five years, Xiao Zhan has tried his best to play more different roles, such as soldiers, children of a military compound, and designers. He has also tried different styles of works, such as period dramas, urban dramas, and military themes. This dissatisfaction has allowed him to better understand acting and constantly calibrate his judgment. As long as he continues to act one after another and holds on to each work, he will wait for a better moment.

Recently, he has chosen two more complex roles, Guo Jing and Cang Hai.

After taking on the role of Guo Jing, he would ask everyone he met, "What is your impression of Guo Jing?" Many people would mention that fools have good fortune, but he didn't understand it that way. He remembered Tsui Hark asking him, "Can a fool master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" When Xiao Zhan got to know Guo Jing better, he found that Guo Jing was not a fool at all, but just a very serious and pure person.

Interestingly, he remembered that when he first met the director after joining the crew, Tsui Hark asked him and Zhuang Dafei, "Do you know rock musicians? You are the rock musician version of Guo Jing and Huang Rong." Xiao Zhan said that he and Zhuang Dafei looked at each other at the time and were a little confused, but during the filming process, he understood that the so-called rock musicians are the kind of reckless persistence.

For a while, under the guidance of Tsui Hark, he watched boxing videos every day and studied the boxers' eyes during the fight. Gradually, he found the eyes of Xiao Zhan's version of Guo Jing, which were not silly or dull, but "sharp like an eagle" during the fight. He said that after several months of filming, he understood Guo Jing and his world from a more complex perspective.

Xiao Zhan also has a new work "The Legend of Cang Hai", which is a costume drama. The character "Cang Hai" played by him carries a blood feud, hides his identity, and searches for the truth. The character's sense of destiny and complexity are further enhanced.

Such complicated clues gave Xiao Zhan more thoughts and more expressions. Xiao Zhan and director Cao Yiwen are of the same age and have similar personalities. They are both very stubborn and serious. They often discuss a detail from online to offline, and continue to discuss after work. One day, they discussed until three or four in the morning.

Zheng Xiaolong is the chief director of "Legend of the Hidden Sea". He told Xiao Zhan that the most important thing is to enrich the role from the perspective of people and human nature. Xiao Zhan said that Zheng Xiaolong would give him all kinds of ideas, and he could act this way or that way. Zheng Xiaolong told "Portrait" that Xiao Zhan not only put a lot of effort into the lines, but also tried very hard to empathize with the character. He acted out many emotional scenes over and over again. "He completely explored acting in practice."

Xiao Zhan said that when he first entered the industry, he was more of a passive receiver. Directors and senior actors told him how to act, and he just listened and followed them. "I understand, I understand" was what he said most. Starting from The Untamed, he realized that he had changed a little bit, and gradually found a way of expression that belonged to him.

At the post-production dubbing site of "Legend of Zanghai", we also saw such a scene: sometimes when the director puts forward an idea, Xiao Zhan will not explain it immediately, but think about it for a few seconds first. Sometimes it is even as small as whether the breath is closer to the opponent actor or more distant, Xiao Zhan will have his own understanding.

The New Year is coming, and Xiao Zhan's voice is still ringing in the dubbing studio, "Do it again", "Try again". 2025 is Xiao Zhan's ninth year since his debut. He knows that this dissatisfaction and "Do it again" will accompany him for a long time.

Don't look back

On the day we met again five years later, we asked Xiao Zhan to watch the video interview he filmed for People magazine in 2020. At the end of the video, he smiled at the camera and asked, "I look forward to the next five years. What will Xiao Zhan become?"

He said that this was the first time he had watched this video in five years. He never watched his own interviews, and he felt a little embarrassed. But he also frankly expressed his feelings: "At that time, I was very young and fresh. Oh, you can see that my eyes were shining. I really wanted the world to know me. Come and see me."

When he was young, he listened to Stefanie Sun's song "Youth Without Limits", in which the lyrics go "At 25, I learn the movements that adults should have". At that time, he thought that 25 was so far away, and that I should be a very mature adult. He never thought that he would enter the entertainment industry and start a new life at the age of 25. Now he is 33 years old, an age that he "did not dare to think about" when he was a child.

Five years later, what kind of person has Xiao Zhan become?

After entering his thirties, Xiao Zhan clearly felt some subtle changes in his body. During the filming of "Legend of Zanghai", he suffered from a long-lasting illness, with constant inflammation of his tonsils, coughing, fever, and facial swelling, which recurred over and over again.

One morning, he was filming a horse riding scene. He had experienced the Little Red Horse in the production of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, so riding a horse was not a problem. He just felt that the sunlight was a bit dazzling and it was a bit difficult to open his eyes. Unexpectedly, the director Zheng Xiaolong asked him, "Why are you so swollen?" He leaned close to the monitor to watch the playback, and saw himself riding a horse at full speed with two swollen frog-like eyelids.

In 2021, he started to exercise because of filming a military-themed work, and he has maintained the habit of exercising since then. When he played Guo Jing, he began to gain muscle and weight. Guo Jing grew up on the Mongolian grasslands and was a man of the rivers and lakes. He should look rough in appearance. In order to achieve the change in appearance, he did strength training almost every day.

Onlookers can also feel the changes that fitness has brought to Xiao Zhan. Song Xiaofei remembers the first time he saw Xiao Zhan. He had just finished running that day and was jogging up the stairs. His hair was a little sweaty, and his body was steaming with a kind of hormones. He "jumped up". Because he was moved by this scene, Song Xiaofei deliberately changed the script and filmed the scene where the male protagonist Sheng Yang got up early to exercise, got ready as quickly as possible, and rushed to the subway with full energy. "It felt so good to see Xiao Zhan that day, I really want to show it to everyone."

Fitness is also a way to control the body. Of course, the frequent red lights on his body last year also warned him that he was getting old and could no longer stay up all night and be energetic the next day. He had to take better care of his body and solve the problems his body gave him.

In the past, he might have wondered why he got sick. Now, he exercises with a clear goal in mind and adjusts his condition. When he was in his 20s, Xiao Zhan was thinking about finding answers to questions. Now, when he is in his 30s, he is solving specific problems.

So, what is the biggest growth in these five years?

"I have become more stable and also...relatively self-centered." Xiao Zhan told Portrait magazine that he has always felt that freedom and self are neutral words. In the past, he may have cared more about other people's judgments, but now he hopes to listen to his own voice. "Destiny is uncontrollable, but what is controllable is oneself."

The so-called freedom means having the ability to control one's own destiny. Whether fast or slow, leisurely or galloping, it is all up to him. The reins are not in the hands of anyone else, but in Xiao Zhan's hands.

In November 2024, Xiao Zhan released his first music album "We", one of which has a song called "Don't Look Back". The MV of that song is like this: In the dim city ruins, a beam of light hits Xiao Zhan. He passes through the black tunnel, through the lightning, and comes to a winding spiral walkway. The walkway extends all the way to the sky above the city. He keeps running forward, crossing the broken steps, with sand and stones swirling around him. He doesn't look back, nor does he stop.

This scene is very similar to Xiao Zhan’s past five years. He always looks at the road under his feet and keeps striding forward.

When he took over " Patient No. 5 " 5 years ago , he said that he wanted to find an answer. Five years later, we asked him, had he found the answer?

"There is no answer. I have given up looking for the answer. There are not so many whys in life. Just do it and live in the present." Xiao Zhan replied.

Regarding this, Xiao Zhan also mentioned a small matter to "Portrait".

In early summer of 2019, he was filming in the mountains. It was very dark at night and he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, a huge sky lantern rose in the sky. It was the sky lantern used by the crew for lighting. "It was very, very big, like a hot air balloon." It was the first time he saw such a big sky lantern in his life. He also felt a kind of guidance, walking towards the light and not looking back. That day, he took a picture of the sky lantern, added six words, and posted it on the social platform. In the past five years, this moment often reminded him - "Don't look back, forever."

-END

#xiao zhan #OMGGGG SUCH A GREAT READ!!!!!!#i love the part about ADLAD #and vincent the horse #and actually everything!#so insightful!!!!!!

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bluedalahorse · 5 months ago

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My reheated s3 take is that August not getting a scene to apologize to Simon and Wilhelm not getting a scene to build a relationship with Sara (beyond exchanging one line) are letdowns in a way that feel deeply interrelated to me.

To be clear: my intention is not to draw a false equivalence between the harm August does to Simon in releasing the video, and Wilhelm’s failure to build a relationship with his boyfriend’s sibling. Instead, I’m struck by how the show tells us that Wilhelm/Simon and Sara/August are both important, formative first loves. The writers also emphasize Sara and Simon’s bond, especially in terms of how they need one another to navigate Micke’s abandonment of them, and likewise stress the need for Wilhelm and August to grieve Erik’s death together. Therefore, it makes sense to close the loop on the Wilhelm-Sara and August-Simon undercurrents running through the series, especially when Simon and August’s conflicts drove a lot of season one and Sara and Wilhelm’s arcs were so paralleled early on.

Maybe I’m biased? As much as I enjoy characters who will move mountains for their love interests, I fall ten times harder for a character who will engage significantly with a third character who means a lot to their love interest. Jane Austen rocks this trope, honestly. I wish we’d seen it play out a little more in Young Royals.

TANGENT: This trope certainly guided heliza and I’s writing when we started Heart and Homeland. In our fic Wilhelm deliberately tries to make sure he learns things about Sara and wins her over because he cares for Simon so much, and he ends up forming a queerplatonic bond with Sara in the process. I’m so invested in their relationship, honestly! Meanwhile, August’s near-reform followed by a dramatic fall from grace (into villainy, even, because I do write a decent villain August if I say so myself) hinges on a vow he makes to Sara—one where he’ll patch things up with Simon—that he later breaks. And much earlier in the story, August does save Simon’s life while Simon’s in the process of saving Wilhelm’s, something that Sara witnesses and remembers.

Anyway, not everything needs to be like my fic. I know I’m being a little ridiculous here. Cough END TANGENT.

At the same time, it was truly surprising to me that the writers of YRS3 didn’t pull on those Sara-Wilhelm or August-Simon threads more. Especially since the creators are on record as saying they assumed the audience would assume that August would apologize to Simon and attempt to repair his harm someday. And based on Sara’s reaction to Wilhelm in the car, I guess we’re also supposed to assume they’ll be friendly and develop a deeper bond someday.

Sometimes it feels like there was meant to be more on the August-Simon and Sara-Wilhelm fronts though. There’s little hints here and there in earlier seasons. Wilhelm being a former rider when Sara loves horses. The fact that the production team cut a line from Wilhelm to Sara in the s2 field scene (the only line that they’d really exchanged thus far) as if they were saving their interaction for something big in s3. The time when August defends Simon against Vincent after the whole rowing team drama. The fact that August has a father with addiction issues in common with the Eriksson siblings. Like. Were there storylines or sequences of dialogue that got cut? What’s the behind the scenes story there?

I specifically wanted to talk about this as an issue of the choices the writers made, rather than an issue of what good or evil innately lurks in a character’s heart. Again, the writers assumed the audience would know that August has become the kind of person who will apologize to Simon and repair the harm he did. Malte talks about August’s growth in interviews—not overstating it, but being honest about how the character’s changed. And I can see plenty writing choices that support that idea of August’s growth! I think there’s a lot that fanwriters can play with and expand upon! Yet those writing choices are undermined by the writers’ choice to not close the loop on August and Simon’s earlier conflicts, and differentiate those as separate from August and Wilhelm’s conflicts. I personally tend to see this as a reflection of the writers’ failure-to-communicate rather than a reflection of the eternal evil of August’s corrupted soul or whatever, and approach my fanfic accordingly. Yet I still see some analyses argue that he’s “canonically” a villain and… it just doesn’t quite mesh with what I’m seeing from the show.

Meanwhile, maybe it’s just me who has this arbitrary goalpost that Wilhelm should have had more meaningful interaction with Sara beyond the one line they exchange and her car being his getaway. But it still feels like their s3 interaction was meant to be more significant? Sara is the beloved-then-estranged sibling of the guy Wilhelm is in love with, she is the cried-over-and-missed other best friend of Wilhelm’s best friend, she is the girl who turned Wilhelm’s jerkass playboy cousin into a puddle of vulnerable enamored goo. She is Fröken Ramirez’s favorite Lucia FFS! (Okay the last one was me being silly, but you know.) If I were Wilhelm, I might be more curious about Sara, especially after she returns to school again and is ostracized by the school population at large. And maybe Wilhelm isn’t meant to be curious about Sara, but that still feels like a thread that got dropped given how it felt like Sara and Wilhelm were deliberately kept apart in earlier seasons. (Has anyone asked the writers about this? Does anyone know the official response? I’m dying to know, now.)

Anyway, this isn’t meant to be a “fuck the writers! fuck season 3 forever!” post because I genuinely did like some of the character arcs and some of the choices and I should probably rewatch season 3 over my upcoming time-away-from-work so I can post about that. But the dropped threads re: Sara-Wilhelm and Simon-August are what I ended up thinking about this morning. I really cared about how those relationships were gonna play out.

There’s a whole other post I could make about Felice but that’s for another day. Perhaps after a rewatch!

#young royals #yr s3 criticism #tagging that just in case #sara eriksson #simon eriksson #august horn of årnäs #unprince wilhelm

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heavenlyascent · 1 year ago

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You can tell what the ship war/Tifa vs Aerith/Whose the “True” Heroine/Love of FF7 is about because it never includes Barret, despite him being a romance candidate (even IF the OG boiled it down to one big antiblack gay joke), or Yuffie (thankfully because of her age though I shutter to think how she would have been treated if she was an older, viable candidate), or Zack despite his bond with Cloud, or Jessie for that matter. All these are background elements to the ongoing fight over who is the default love interest and thus true love of Cloud.

Which is boiled down to, which one of these women are meant for this man.

It doesn't care that Final Fantasy 7 is a world-spanning story about humanity, genocide, imperialism, and trauma. It ignores that while Cloud is ultimately our main character, it's a story of an entire cast of main characters who are just as important to the ever moving plot as Cloud.

And really, as it insults Tifa and Aerith by trying to suggest one's story is more "important" than the other, it also insults Barret by completely ignoring that his efforts are the instigating factors OF the story and that the running theme of saving the planet? Is because Barret was the first one to scream it in the narrative. It ignores Yuffie's and Red XIII's fight to preserve their dying cultures in a world that actively wants to destroy them for the sake of capitalism. It ignores Cid as someone whose dreams were crushed by capitalism and become so consumed by his pain, he hurt everyone around him. It ignores how Vincent played an active role in Sephiroth's birth and the core corruption of Shinra.

And I think it absolutely misses the theme of FF7 and Cloud in general. Cloud loves everyone. He loves all his friends. If the Remakes and Rebirth did anything, it put on display that there's not one single person that Cloud loves--but all those he has met. Yes, he loves Tifa and loves Aerith and maybe in one or both, he has romantic feelings for them but he clearly loves Barret, Red XIII, Yuffie, Zack, Jessie, Bigs, Wedge, Reeve/Cait, and--as we'll see later--Cid and Vincent.

If any of them died, Cloud would have been devastated. Aerith is special and he mourns her in a specific way because she's AERITH. Not because she's the ONE. SHE'S AERITH. Irreplaceable just like Tifa, just like Barret, just like Yuffie, just like Red XIII, just like Zack, and Cait/Reeve, Cid, and Vincent.

For the last near 30 years, the ship wars have rewrote Cloud's intense love for the people around him as just a heteronormative love story and it's gross.

None of the characters deserve that, but specifically Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith who are so much more than players in a stupid love triangle.

#cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart #barret wallace #zack fair #yuffie kisaragi #red xiii #reeve tuesti #cait sith #vincent valentine #cid highwind #Cloud Strife fucking LOVES so hard he'd rewrite his memories for these people #I can't believe that's what people are missing between him and Sephiroth either #the reason why he can BEAT Sephiroth is BECAUSE HE LOVES ALL HIS FRIENDS #HE NEEDS THEM #MAN BEAT SEPHIROTH WITH THE POWER OF LOVE #AND YOU JUST ASSUME THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS IMPORTANT HERE?#GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

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estapa-edwards · 1 year ago

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"Team Sweetheart" and "Physical Therapist" are so gorgeous I've reread them both like 10 times! They leave me so full of butterflies I am positively buzzing! May I please make a request with Jack and a girl who has no knowledge/familiarity with hockey, or any sports for that matter? Maybe just them introducing eachother to their interests/worlds as their relationship develops and it's just nice to be with someone a bit removed from what Jack's life is centered around. Idk if that makes sense please ignore this if you don't like it.

CONNECTION - J . HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

word count: 2k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

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Jack Hughes walked into the quiet café, eager for a break from the relentless pace of his hockey-centered life. The New Jersey Devils had been having a grueling season, and every moment off the ice felt like a precious escape. The café, tucked away in a corner of downtown Newark, had become his haven. Today, however, he was greeted by an unfamiliar face behind the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Brewed Awakening. What can I get you?” the girl asked with a warm smile. Her name tag read "Y/N."

Jack glanced at the menu, though he already knew what he wanted. “I’ll have a black coffee, please.”

Y/N nodded, her fingers flying over the buttons of the register. “Coming right up. Are you from around here?”

Jack hesitated. Despite his growing fame, he still enjoyed the anonymity of casual encounters. “Yeah, I live nearby. What about you?”

Y/N handed him his change and started preparing his coffee. “I just moved here for school. Trying to get the hang of the city and all.”

Jack smiled. “It’s a great place once you get to know it. What are you studying?”

“Art history. I know, it’s not exactly the most practical major, but it’s my passion,” she said with a slight laugh. “What about you? What do you do?”

Jack paused, unsure of how to respond. “I’m... in sports,” he said vaguely.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his hesitation. “Any particular sport?”

“Hockey,” he admitted. “I play for the New Jersey Devils.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh, wow. I’m sorry, I don’t really follow sports. But that sounds impressive!”

Jack chuckled. “That’s okay. It’s actually kind of refreshing to meet someone who isn’t obsessed with hockey.”

Y/N handed him his coffee. “Well, I’m glad I could provide a break from the norm. Enjoy your coffee!”

As Jack took a seat by the window, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity about Y/N. She was different from anyone he had met in a long time. He found himself looking forward to his next visit to the café.

--- --- ---

Over the next few weeks, Jack found himself returning to Brewed Awakening more often. Each time, he and Y/N would chat for a few minutes, their conversations growing more personal with each encounter. Jack learned that Y/N was passionate about art, spending her weekends exploring museums and galleries. She, in turn, learned about Jack’s rigorous training schedule and the pressures of professional sports.

One rainy afternoon, Jack entered the café, drenched from practice. Y/N greeted him with a sympathetic smile. “Rough day?”

“Just a long one,” he replied, shaking off his wet jacket. “Do you have a break coming up? I’d love to hear more about this art thing you’re always talking about.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Actually, I do. Give me five minutes to finish up here.”

A few minutes later, Y/N joined Jack at his table, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. “So, where should I start?”

“Tell me about your favorite artist,” Jack suggested, genuinely curious.

Y/N’s face brightened. “That’s a tough one, but I’d have to say Vincent van Gogh. His work is so emotional and raw. There’s something incredibly moving about the way he saw the world.”

Jack listened intently as Y/N described van Gogh’s turbulent life and vibrant paintings. He found himself captivated by her passion and the way she brought the art to life with her words.

“You should come to the museum with me sometime,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I think you’d really enjoy it.”

Jack smiled. “I’d like that. And maybe I can take you to a hockey game in return?”

Y/N laughed. “Deal. But you’ll have to explain everything to me. I know absolutely nothing about hockey.”

Jack chuckled. “I think I can manage that.”

--- --- ---

Their first outing together was to the Newark Museum of Art. Jack was out of his element but excited to see the world through Y/N’s eyes. As they wandered through the galleries, Y/N explained the stories behind the paintings and sculptures, her voice filled with excitement and admiration.

“This is one of my favorites,” she said, stopping in front of a large, colorful painting. “It’s called ‘Starry Night Over the Rhône’ by van Gogh. Look at the way the stars and the reflections in the water create this almost dreamlike scene.”

Jack stared at the painting, trying to see it the way Y/N did. “It’s beautiful,” he said finally. “I can see why you like it so much.”

Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you think so. Art has always been a way for me to escape, to see the world differently.”

Jack nodded, understanding more than he expected. “Hockey is like that for me. When I’m on the ice, everything else fades away.”

A few days later, it was Y/N’s turn to step into Jack’s world. She had agreed to attend one of his games, despite her lack of knowledge about hockey. Jack had arranged for her to have a prime seat, and as she settled in, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The arena was buzzing with energy, fans cheering and waving signs. Y/N watched in awe as the players took to the ice, their speed and skill mesmerizing. She spotted Jack, his focus intense as he prepared for the game.

Throughout the match, Y/N found herself on the edge of her seat, cheering along with the crowd even though she didn’t fully understand the rules. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride every time Jack made a play, his talent and dedication evident in every move.

After the game, Jack met her outside the locker room, still in his gear and grinning from ear to ear. “So, what did you think?”

“It was amazing!” Y/N exclaimed. “I had no idea hockey could be so intense. You were incredible out there.”

Jack laughed, relieved that she had enjoyed herself. “I’m glad you liked it. Maybe we can make a fan out of you yet.”

Y/N smiled. “Maybe. But only if you keep coming to art galleries with me.”

“Deal,” Jack agreed, feeling a warmth spread through him. Despite their different worlds, he felt a connection with Y/N that he hadn’t felt with anyone else.

--- --- ---

As the weeks turned into months, Jack and Y/N grew closer, finding comfort in their contrasting interests. They delighted in introducing each other to new experiences, each outing deepening their bond.

One sunny Saturday, Jack found himself at a local art supply store with Y/N. She was on a mission to find the perfect set of watercolors for a new project. Jack followed her through the aisles, amused by her enthusiasm.

"Do you paint?" Jack asked, curious.

"I dabble," Y/N replied with a grin. "Mostly for fun, though. It’s a great way to relax and let my mind wander."

Jack picked up a brush, twirling it between his fingers. "Maybe you could teach me sometime. I’ve never really done anything like this."

Y/N’s eyes lit up. "I’d love to! It’s really not about being perfect, just about expressing yourself."

A few days later, Y/N set up a makeshift studio in her apartment, covering the table with newspapers and setting out a variety of paints and brushes. Jack arrived, looking both excited and apprehensive.

"Ready to become the next Van Gogh?" Y/N teased, handing him a canvas.

Jack laughed. "I think that might be a stretch, but I’m ready to give it a shot."

As they painted side by side, Y/N offered gentle guidance, encouraging Jack to experiment with colors and shapes. Despite his initial uncertainty, Jack found himself enjoying the process. It was a welcome change from the structured, high-pressure world of hockey.

"You’re a natural," Y/N said, admiring Jack’s painting of a snowy landscape.

Jack shook his head with a chuckle. "I think you’re just being nice, but thanks. This is actually really fun."

Y/N smiled, pleased to see Jack so relaxed. "See? I knew you’d enjoy it."

Their relationship continued to flourish, each new experience bringing them closer together. Jack took Y/N to more games, patiently explaining the rules and strategies. Y/N, in turn, took Jack to more art exhibits and even a few art classes.

One evening, after a particularly thrilling game, Jack and Y/N found themselves at a quiet diner, sharing a plate of fries. Jack looked at Y/N, feeling a surge of gratitude.

"You know, I never thought I’d enjoy learning about art so much," Jack admitted. "But being with you has opened my eyes to so many new things."

Y/N reached across the table, squeezing his hand. "And I never thought I’d enjoy sports, but you’ve made it so much fun. It’s nice to have someone to share these experiences with."

Jack smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Despite their different backgrounds, they had found a way to connect on a profound level. It was a rare and precious thing, and Jack knew he wanted to hold onto it.

--- --- ---

As their relationship grew stronger, Jack and Y/N began to face the challenges that came with their differing worlds. Jack’s demanding schedule often kept them apart, and Y/N’s art exhibitions sometimes took her to different cities.

One evening, after a particularly grueling week of practice and games, Jack called Y/N, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I miss you," he admitted. "It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages."

Y/N sighed, feeling the distance keenly. "I miss you too. It’s hard, but we’ll get through it. How about we plan something special for next weekend? Just us."

Jack’s spirits lifted at the thought. "That sounds perfect. Let’s go somewhere quiet, away from everything."

The following weekend, they escaped to a cabin in the woods, a peaceful retreat where they could unwind and reconnect. They spent their days hiking through the forest, cooking meals together, and sitting by the fire, talking about everything and nothing.

One evening, as they sat on the porch, watching the sunset, Jack took Y/N’s hand. "I’m really glad we’re doing this," he said softly. "It’s exactly what I needed."

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. "Me too. It’s nice to just be us, without all the noise."

As they sat in comfortable silence, Jack realized how much Y/N meant to him. She had become his anchor, a source of joy and calm in his hectic life. He knew their relationship wasn’t always easy, but he was willing to face any challenge as long as they were together.

With the hockey season winding down, Jack finally had more time to spend with Y/N. They began to talk about their future, their conversations filled with excitement and hope.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves at a local park, lying on a blanket and watching the clouds drift by. Jack turned to Y/N, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Have you ever thought about what comes next for us?" he asked.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "I think about it all the time. I want us to keep exploring new things together, to keep supporting each other’s passions."

Jack nodded, feeling a sense of certainty. "I want that too. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what. Your dreams are just as important as mine."

Y/N reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Jack’s face. "And I’m here for you, always. We’ll figure it out together."

As they lay there, hand in hand, Jack knew they were embarking on a new chapter of their lives. It wouldn’t always be easy, but with Y/N by his side, he felt ready for anything. They had built a strong foundation, one based on mutual respect and a genuine love for each other’s worlds. And as they looked towards the future, they knew that together, they could face whatever came their way.

#hockey #nhl x reader #new jersey devils #nj devils #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes blurb

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year ago

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Hihi I'm new here! I really like your headcanons. Would it be alright if I could ask headcanons for the bachelors and how their romantic relationship with a farmer that already has a kid from a different relationship progress?

Like, one day a kid just randomly shows up at the farmer's doorstep with a social worker and farmer had to explain that their ex couldn't keep the child anymore, and the kid is also super anxious about moving in with them or something.

I'm really sorry- it was a scenario I've seen dabbled into once and I'm just very curious as to what others think of it too aha.

If this ask is not your cup of tea, feel free to disregard it. Have a great day op 🙏✨

Hellooooo!

Sorry for the delay, dear anon. This headcanon just turned out bigger than I planned 😅 Hope I understood your question correctly. Thank you very much for the ask, and enjoy! 🫰💕

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SDV bachelors x Farmer, that already has a kid from a different relationship:

Shane:

Oh, man. This is all very awkward...

Shane knew about Farmer's ex, the reason for the breakup and the fact that the child was in the care of their ex in Zuzu City.

Farmer visited their child almost every week, calling and writing letters, but Shane himself was not particularly involved, not knowing how to approach the little one.

Naturally, when the kid came to visit the farm, the chicken man would try to make the kid feel comfortable, but considering everything they'd been through, even here it was pretty awkward.

On the plus side, they was the same age as Jas, and the kids had become fast friends in a short time.

Farmer encouraged their spouse's attempts at friendship with their kid, but again, things were still pretty awkward.

When the Farmer's child arrived with a social worker some time later, Shane noticed how much the little one resembled him in his yought - confused, scared, resentful of everyone and tired of everything. Their familiar world where both parents were together was gone forever.

Later, Shane was able to explain how he'd been in a similar situation, how he'd almost lost because of the mistakes he'd made trying to cope with pain.

The kid quickly found common ground with him. Especially after they confessed that they liked chickens!

Shane doesn't claim to be a father, as the kid is pretty mature and understands on their own.

But he will treat them with the same care and responsibility as he does Jas.

They are all kinda weird family, but Shane loves them all and still can't believe how lucky he is.

Sam:

It's quite a tricky situation, but thanks to his friendliness and personality, Sam is great with kids.

When Farmer finally introduced their kid to Sam, the young guitarist immediately went into cool brother/uncle mode.

The kid was worried, but Sam began to slowly gain their trust by asking about their interest in comics or other hobbies.

It makes him happy that the kid can forget about problem and concerns at least for now, because children should be happy and play while they have their childhood.

Sam knows that Farmer broke up with their ex more or less calmly, without scandal or drama, but he knows, like Farmer, it was still hard for the kid.

He's glad that he and Farmer are trying their best to be in theirs life.

The kid's upset look and the presence of the social worker took Sam by surprise.

While the social worker was talking to Farmer, Sam offered the anxious kid something to eat. Or some space, if they still feel uncomfortable.

After learning the reason for the visit and the fact that the kid will now live on the farm, Sam gently asks his partner how he should handle this. He wants to cheer the kid up, but he also doesn't want to make them more anxious.

Fortunately, Vincent and the kid get along quickly, which pleases both Farmer and Sam. Now, though, they need to keep an eye on the kids, or they'll both get into more trouble.

Jodi and Kent also do everything they can to make Farmer's kid feel comfortable (Jodi now spoils them with tasty baked goods).

Farmer can't help but be joyful with how hard Sam tries for them and their kid and his family to keep everyone happy.

Alex:

Farmer was telling Alex about their loser ex, who had decided to trade Farmer and their child for a some stranger. What a shameless cheater...

Farmer visited their kid almost every week, but Alex was only able to go with them a few times.

At the sight of their ex, the athlete was so itching to break their nose. But he tried to keep his temper in front of the kid.

The child turns out to be a kind young one, though a bit shy and reserved. Alex thanks Yoba that they are more like the Farmer in looks and personality than the other parent.

Despite the awkward pause at first, the kid seems to like Alex. Of course, he's cool, kind, and gives them ice cream! Alex's trips with Farmer became more frequent and his friendship with Farmer's little kid grew stronger.

Some time later, when a confused Alex let the stranger into the house, he was shocked to find Farmer's kid standing behind him. They looked... so sad.

The social worker announced that the ex had decided to relinquish parental rights and the child had been brought here.

The poor kid was quieter than a mouse, but Alex was as friendly as possible and tried to cheer him up.

In the back of his mind, though, he felt a wild rage, because he could hear that the reason the ex had refused to give up their own child was because their new partner didn't want to babysit them.

Alex knows more than anyone what it's like when one parent is such a dirtbag. But right now he doesn't care about losers, he's got Farmer and their kid.

Getting the kid used to the new environment was very difficult, but Alex helped them get to know the local children.

Evelyn accepted the kid as her own great-grandchild, remembering to feed them delicious baked goods. George was a bit stingy with his emotions, but he also accepted them as his own.

Alex will not leave them in trouble and will help them to cope with all the difficulties. Now the Farmer and their child are his family.

Sebastian:

Sebastian feels awkward and doesn't know what to do. Help.

He and the Farmer's child were so similar in personality when they met - silent, shy and withdrawn.

Sebastian realises that Farmer's child is having a hard time with the fact that their parents are divorced. But emo doesn't know how to start a conversation.

So when Farmer left Sebby and their kid alone for half an hour, there was an awkward silence for the first 5 minutes.

The kid was already getting bored. Sebastian decided to give it a try after all.

"Do you like frogs?" Judging by the spark in the kid's eyes, they had already found at least one topic of interest to both of them.

Farmer smiles when they returned to see the two of them chatting about different amphibians.

A few such encounters and Sebastian had become a cool uncle to them.

Sebastian was hurt to hear that Farmer's ex had given up their parental rights, when Farmer's kid had already visited them, with a social worker.

He will leave the kid alone, as they definitely need some time alone and to collect their thoughts.

Yet, Sebby and the Farmer are always there to cheer up the kid.

On a rainy day, he will show the baby the best place to find frogs.

Sebastian is good at supporting both his partner and their baby.

It can be awkward at times, but Sebby loves them all, so it will be okay.

Harvey:

Given Harvey's profession, he's pretty adept at finding common ground with anxious children.

So when Farmer first introduced Harvey to their child from their first marriage, the local Pelican Town doctor already knew how to behave.

He's glad that despite the divorce, Farmer is trying their best to support their kid, as stress can take a big toll on not only their mental health, but their physical health as well.

Even more so, it's not the child's fault that fate has worked out this way and their parents live in completely different places.

Of course, Harvey is not as "cool" as other bachelors, but he manages to interest the child in his model aeroplanes.

Maybe if they like to read, the doctor will give them something interesting to read (something that isn't a medical encyclopedia).

Harvey almost cried when the kid called him uncle and cool adult.

And all was going smoothly until a social worker knocked on the door of the farmhouse.

After explaining that the other parent, Farmer's ex, could no longer financially support the child, they placed the child in their care.

Harvey is worried about them, because all the fear of moving, new surroundings, and separated parents can have a very negative effect on poor kid.

Harvey will try to be there to help them and Farmer.

Maybe insist on therapy for the kid. Still, it could use some professional help.

Fortunately, Harvey knows what to do and he won't let anyone or anything upset Farmer and their kid. Doctor's words!

Elliott:

Elliott still can't believe that Farmer's ex turned out to be such a coward and unworthy person! Cheating on Farmer. when they already had a child together!

Of course, now Farmer is with him, and yes, it's not worth spending all the nerves on the past, but it's just that the writer is outraged to the core.

Also outraged that the ex just abandoned their child like that, saying they "don't have time for them now." Unbelievable!

Poor child... As much as the Farmers tried to comfort their own kud, all of these events took a heavy toll on them. And Elliott decided it was his duty to help the kid and Farmer, the love of his life.

His first attempts, though, end awkwardly, as Elliott doesn't know where to start. And should he start so immediately? Maybe they need some alone time on the contrary?

He decided to pick up a couple of books to help (mostly children's books, and a couple of books about how to communicate with children/teens).

The writer was lucky that the kid loves books!

There was even a moment when the kid felt comfortable around Elliott and asked them to help make their own little book. Elliott is more than happy to help them.

He also won't forget to praise the Farmer, because it was through their efforts and love that their child didn't fall victim to the neglect of the other parent. It's a shame that, coincidentally, the kid didn't arrive sooner.

Elliott will have a bit of a hard time, but he will do a great job in the role of carer for the Farmer and their kid, accepting them as his own child.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv sam #thanks for the ask!#hope that I have not strayed from the main question and that this is exactly what you asked for dear anon 💕#Because I might have gotten a little carried away 😅

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tehrevving · 10 months ago

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Vincent Valentine Week Day 4 - Monster

“Wake up. Fuck. Please wake up.” You shake Vincent’s shoulder roughly, but there’s no response. He’s slumped sideways against a tree, soaking wet from the rain in the middle of this stupid fucking forest. You can’t lift him, you can’t move him. You managed to drag him under this tree, to futilely attempt to shelter from the downpour, but that’s all that you’ve got in you. He’s too heavy, his limbs too long and awkward for you to lift.

You’d gotten separated from the rest of the group in the rain, the terrain growing slippery while you were stalked by fiends. You’d slipped in the mud and fallen, set upon by an obscene amount of disgusting bug-like things. You shudder, still able to hear the disgusting wet clicking of jaws in your ear. Vincent had ended up transforming, Galian beast clawing the bugs off you with a roar, large body slipping in the dirt and cracking the earth, eventually sending the both of you tumbling down a steep incline that you can’t climb back up.

His massive body had protected you from the fall, but he had crashed to the ground hard, landing on jagged rocks and crying out in pain. He had limped upright, carrying you in the crook of his elbow in an attempt to return to the others, or get out of the rain. It must have taken too much energy to heal the injuries from the fall, or maybe Vincent was weak to begin with, but he had barely moved from the crater he’d made when landing, when he began to transform back.

Vincent had set you down quickly, stepping away as bones cracked and skin slithered. He was filthy, cape brown from dirt and hair plastered limply to his face from the rain. He had looked up at you, exhausted, horrified, upset, and worried, so fucking worried as he’d slumped to the floor moments later, passed out and completely dead to the world.

You’re cold, starting to shiver in your soaked clothes. The rain is showing no signs of letting up and you know it’s going to start getting dark soon. It’s going to be too cold to stay out here in the rain once that happens, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive in the dark. You need to find shelter, somewhere you can light a fire, but you can’t move him.

He’d probably be fine if you left him, but he’d panic if he woke and you weren’t there. He’d fret over your absence and likely end up transforming again. You have no faith in your ability to find shelter either, you’d probably just end up getting more lost. You need to stay with him, you need him to wake up.

“Please,” you beg again, trying to keep your voice down but you’re almost hysterical. “Vincent. I need you. Wake up. Please.” You shake him, kiss his forehead, smack his chest. You try everything you can think of but it’s no use. You know that when he passes out after transforming, he’s out for hours.

“Fuck!” you scream into the rain, giving up and slumping on the ground next to him. You lean against his side, burying your face into your hands and try not to cry.

Something twists beside you, a shifting creak of leather and metal. You turn. Vincent’s eyes are open, wide open, too open. He’s staring right at you but the glow in them is yellow instead of red. You scramble back as he blinks, head tilting sharply towards you, cocking to the side like an animal. There’s something wrong in his gaze, it’s not human. You wonder if one of his other monsters has woken up.

“What is the matter, precious thing?” Vincent says, wrongly. His lips move but you don’t hear his voice. You hear something else, a dark, guttural thing, sliding and hissing over stilted syllables. A mimicry of speech, shaping sounds instead of words.

You scamper back further.

“Do not be afraid,” the voice lilts, darkness curling in the space between you. “Vincent is not here but I can help you.”

“Wa-wake him up,” you stammer, voice weak with uncertainty, with fear.

“No!” it snarls, forcing an aching, full body shiver down your spine. “It is me or nothing.”

You’ve made it angry, you’ve made it angry and you’re completely fucked. Energy surges, a crackling heat that steals the breath from your lungs. Swirling horns of an intangible, sludgy darkness crest over its forehead while shadowy skeletal wings crack against the tree, bark scattering to the ground. You gasp, suddenly recognising the creature.

When Vincent is emotional, when he’s overwhelmed and angry but not ready to transform. When his jaw is clenched and body tight with impending release, sometimes there’s a moment of stillness, a shadow of horns and wings. “I know you,” you say to the creature, to Vincent.

It cracks a foul grin, lips spread too thin, too many teeth exposed. It’s an abomination of a smirk, full of dark, suggestive implications. Its wings beat silently with glee. “Come here, out of the rain,” it purrs, voice sounding more natural, like it’s becoming accustomed to speaking. It lifts a shadowy wing, tilting it up, blocking the rain from a small patch of ground beside it.

You hesitate. You don’t know much about Vincent’s transformations. You’ve only ever met Galian before, and he is kind, thoughtful if not animalistic and instinctual. Vincent has never warned you against trusting his monsters, but he’s also the type to never mention it. You don’t have a choice, you’re still stuck, still stranded and lost. You inhale deeply and slowly make your way towards Vincent’s body, towards the shelter underneath a shadowy, bat wing.

You sit down, feeling energy and heat radiate from Vincent’s body. The wing curls above you, protecting you from the rain and wind. The creature looks down, yellow eyes fixated, pupils slit like a cat’s. You’re terrified, lost and afraid, and you don’t know what to do.

“How can I help you?” Vincent rumbles, voice sounding impossibly close to your ear. You jolt and the creature chuckles lowly.

“I’m lost,” you reply. You don’t know if you should tell this creature anything, but it’s offering help and it’s your only choice at the moment. “We’re lost and it’s raining. I don’t know where to go, I don’t know what to do. We need to find shelter but I can’t carry him.” You take in a deep, shuddering breath. You try to compose yourself, but you can’t stop the tears from falling.

“Do not cry,” The creature hisses, reaching out to you with Vincent’s gauntleted arm. He never reaches for you with that arm, always tries not to touch you with it. You’re not sure what to do, the action is so jarring. The hand presses to your cheek gently, the touch so soft and at odds with everything else that’s happening. Golden fingers carefully brush the tears from your eyes.

The hand recedes and the creature holds it up to its face. It licks your tears from the metal, tongue too long and wide as it laves over sharp fingers. It purrs with contentment, a deep sound tumbling through its chest. “I will find you shelter,” it hisses, “where you can wait for him to awaken.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, feeling mistrustful, but not really having a choice.

“There is a price,” the creature cackles.

Your mouth gapes open, speechless. You have no idea what this creature might want.

Vincent’s face laughs, mouth open too wide, head thrown all the way back. It’s an expression he would never make. A slitted gaze snaps to you, lips peeled back with too wide of a smile. “A kiss,” it coos, voice curling like smoke.

You’re confused.

He snarls. “You kiss him all the time. I want to try.”

You don’t have any other options and a kiss is fine. It’s still Vincent, it’s still his face, his lips. It shouldn’t be any different to kissing him normally. That’s what you try to convince yourself of anyway.

“Alright,” you say, mind made up. You steel your resolve. You’re committed to this now, you’re not going to back down.

The creature laughs and leans towards you. Vincent’s gauntlet hooks underneath your chin, tilting up your head. Yellow, slitted eyes stare down at you, blinking unnaturally, one at a time. A too long tongue darts out to lick full, reddened lips, twisting its length as if to show off. “Call me Chaos, Sweetling,” it purrs, voice laced with innumerable promises as the foreign, broken face of your lover slips closer.

#Vincentweek2024 #vvw24 #Vincent Valentine #Vincent Valentine x reader #ffvii #rev writes #my writing

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sapphoswh0re · 1 year ago

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A Kuroshitsuji theory about the emerald witch arc

I've never posted something like this and English isn't my main language but I just wanted to share some thoughts with other fans, so please let me know what you think about this :)

We are in the dream in chapters 93-95, and could these scenes hide clues about the future/role of certain characters???

Who are the pieces on the chessboard?

(Maybe a big foreshadowing about the most recent chapters????)

What pieces are present for each group?

Black: 1 king, 1 horse/knight, 1 rook*, 3 pawns

White: 1 queen, 1 horse/knight, 1 bishop, 1 rook*, 2 pawns

*I'm almost sure it's a rook because it's the only piece left and the other shapes wouldn't really fit.

First, let's include a bit of symbolism for each piece. (Full article: https://chessquestions.com/chess-pieces-symbolism-shape/)

After looking at the various characters that Yana linked to the pieces it was super interesting to re-read their role/symbolism and try to understand the reasons behind those placements.

Later two mirrored panels appear and they indicate that certain pieces represent certain characters.

Ok that was easy.

But what about the others?

And we know that Yana doesn't do things randomly, so what could be the reason for certain choices?

Let's see the theory little by little…

White:

▪︎ BISHOP -> Joker

▪︎ PAWN 1 -> Doll

▪︎ PAWN 2 -> ?

▪︎ ROOK -> ?

▪︎ HORSE -> ?

▪︎ QUEEN -> ?

▪︎ ?

Black:

▪︎ ROOK -> Vincent

▪︎ PAWN 1 -> Madame red

▪︎ KING -> ?

▪︎ HORSE -> ?

▪︎ PAWN 2 -> ?

▪︎ PAWN 3 -> ?

4 of them are revealed by Yana herself and two more are quite obvious: O!Ciel is the black king and Sebastian the black knight.

These two symbolisms are often used both in the first chapters and in the anime.

Furthermore, it is mentioned in the same chapter:

O!Ciel is frequently shown as the "black king" but in the chapter we can see him standing in front of the king, he covers part of it and it's as if he is the one wearing the crown.

R!Ciel is leaning on the horse when he says that Ciel is scared to look at the "proof of sin" which is a clear reference to Sebastian. Also, on the chessboard in the first picture, we find the horse close to O!Ciel.

Ok, perfect, now the hypotheses and spoilers for the latest released chapters begin.

I start with two characters who are shown in the chapter but not as chess pieces: Rachel and R!Ciel.

Rachel is not present in the second picture but is always shown next to Vincent (in this chapter too) so I think she could be the pawn seen in the first photo in the box G8.

For R!Ciel, however, the question is a little different because we actually know which piece he represents even if that piece is not shown on the board.

R!Ciel is the white king, this not only because he's O!Ciel's twin but because it's shown to us by Yana through the way he moves.

This picture is super helpful to understand where the characters are positioned and how they move.

We can see him (blue dot) standing on C3 in a scene, then he moves until he's on F2 (the X), standing in front of the black horse (G2, red dot).

I found it interesting how the way he moves is almost underlined with zooms and sparkles: first, a single step obliquely (in D2) and then another single step.

We don't actually know if the move was C3->D2->E2->F2 or C3->D2->E3->F2 but the important thing is that he moves in multiple directions but only one step at a time, and this is a main feature of the king in chess.

So what is the situation now?

White:

▪︎ BISHOP -> Joker

▪︎ PAWN 1 -> Doll

▪︎ PAWN 2 -> ?

▪︎ ROOK -> ?

▪︎ HORSE -> ?

▪︎ QUEEN -> ?

▪︎ (KING -> R!Ciel)

Black:

▪︎ ROOK -> Vincent

▪︎ PAWN 1 -> Madame red

▪︎ KING -> ? (O!Ciel)

▪︎ HORSE -> ? (Sebastian)

▪︎ PAWN 2 -> ? (Rachel?)

▪︎ PAWN 3 -> ?

I'm not actually interested in the black pieces at the moment so let's focus on the rest.

Looking at the situation that has been created with the return of the real Ciel and other characters recently, do we perhaps have some clues about the current factions???

Both R!Ciel and Doll returned as bizarre dolls, so could we consider the whites their side or at least a side that is O!Ciel's enemy?

Then we can now guess who the white horse is in my mind.

Why do I think that Undertaker is the white horse?

He has a somewhat similar role to that of Sebastian for O!Ciel, albeit distorted.

They're both the "knight" to their "kings", someone who stays by their side (white horse in B4, really close to the white king in C3) and provides support and strategy, I don't know but it just made sense to me.

What about the white queen?

OK, now it's going to get a bit crazy.

Let's look down again where the white queen and black knight are shown, and let's see what is said.

“Nothing will hurt you here” is referred to O!Ciel, so who could be a threat to him?

Sebastian, of course (in that same moment in the manga he was trying/considering eating him, his goal is to devour Ciel's soul at the end) but is also shown the white queen???

A queen who could hurt him?

Yeah so I think it represents Queen Victoria. Why?

My theory is that on the chessboard she is part of O!Ciel's enemy faction (she is not R!Ciel's ally at the moment and she wasn't involved with the blue cult arc since Undertaker despises her lol) because she could be connected with the events of the twins’ tenth birthday.

There are too many coincidences about 14 of December: Prince Albert's death, the twins’ birth, the attack. A lot of theories here on tumblr explain it really well.

And the other pieces? I don't think it's too crazy to assume that all 4 stars may be present on the board: Sirius, Vega, Canopus and Polaris.

2 of them are already there-> Sirius (both Ciel) and Canopus (Doll).

We now know that Vega is Layla, so she could be PAWN 2 or the ROOK based on her future role/importance(??)

Polaris has yet to be revealed but I believe it could be Joker who is already the white BISHOP, an important piece who is however not linked to the royal court but to a different master, who in his case is Baron Kelvin.

For my first post, it got waaay too long, so maybe I should explain in different posts all my theories on the queen's role, Polaris' identity, etc.

I hope it wasn't too chaotic 😅

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji theories #ciel phantomhive #phantomhive twins

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zaintriestowrite · 2 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Work in progress on chapter 1 of my VoidWalker Wandavision AU.

Original Idea suggested by @never-the-one-nathanrivier under the cut cause its long!

"Pop, do you think dad will have time to teach me a loop de loop on my string plane today?" Linus asked, reaching for the syrup dispenser which slid across the tables Formica top, just beyond the tips of his fingers. "I don't know see why not," Bob said merrily flipping the latest batch of pancakes on the stove "Your father actually has the day off, so he'll be home with us all day. Isn't that great?" "Yeah, I'm sure I'll get it if we have all day" he reached for the syrup again and huffed as it slid away again Kitty stuck out her tongue and flicked her pigtail over her shoulder at his dismay. He threw her a glare, as she snickered. at her own trick, the one she mocked him with constantly, because so far at the age of seven and a half it was the only one she had up her sleeve. "You don't have all day. Dad has to come to my tea party later" Kitty huffed, indignant at the idea her father would ignore her in favor of her brother. Something she knew would never actually happen, but the thought still crept in from time to time. "A TEA party," who wants to do that the eleven year old huffs "Dad doesn't even like tea." "Yes he does!" "Really?" "Yeah he's from Georgia, he likes sweet tea duh, you idiot." "POPS, KITTY CALLED ME" "I heard," Bob called scooping bacon out the skillet, "Kitty you can not call your brother it an idiot. It's 1. Rude and 2. Not true. Now apologized." "I'm sorry, I called you an Idiot Linus" Kitty huffed slumping in her chair. "Good!" Bob cheered, "Now both of you be nice. Because neither one of you will have fun with your father if you're stuck in your rooms all day for being bad. Do I make myself clear. "Yes sir." They huffed in harmony. Linus found the syrup magically out of his reach for the third time he huffed before springing out of his chair to dart forward and grasp the handle before Kitty could move it out of his reach again. The squeak of the chair glides against the tile and the thud of his knees landing on the table top was enough to pull Bob away from breakfast again. "What are you two doing.?" "Nothing!" They said in unison trying to sound cheery. "Really?" Bob asked, raising an eyebrow, "Linus why are you halfway on the table?" "I…I…there was a fly!" He explained, the words fumbling out of his mouth in a jumbled rush "right Kitty?" He sent his sister a glare, she would get in trouble for using her powers without permission and he knew that if she got in trouble. She would defiantly tell Dad and Pops that he hadn't actually gotten his 1952 Mickey Mantle baseball card from Lindy Lee next door but had actually won it when he bet Vincent Visser that he could lift more than him. A bet he was destined to win from the start, due to his super solider strength and stamina. Mutually assured destruction the only thing that brought peace between brothers and sisters across the globe . "Right!' She singsonged back. Bob raised his eyebrow again before mumbling out an "okay" and turning back to the stove. Linus tightened his grip on the handle of the dispenser as Kitty once again tried to slide it away from him. The shiny silver plastic of the depressor beginning to crack as the siblings battle of the wills took place. Eventually the handle gave with a resounding CRACK and the jar flew across the room slamming into and shattering against the wall next to the kitchen's café door as John pushed his way through them. "WOAH" he exclaimed stumbling backwards, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was entering Canadian airspace I'll make sure to radio ahead next time!" he chuckled, as he stared at the commingled glass and syrup that was slowly inching its way down the wall and towards the floor. "HE DID IT!" "SHE DID IT!" Linus and Kitty both screeched, pointing at the other, the remnants of the handle clattering across the plastic table top the only other sound in the room. When both their parents gaze had finally landed on the pair.

Hope you enjoyed would love any feedback you have!

#voidwalker #john walker #john walkers son #linus walker #kitty walker #bob reynolds #sentry agent #wip #wandavision au #thunderbolts*

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rxqueenotd · 3 months ago

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The Verdict- Chapter Ten

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: Pure fluff but be mindful of previous tags.

A/N: Well, this is the end-- almost an entire year later. I have gotten some anons over the past few weeks asking about the ending of this series and I finally delivered. Huge thanks to @luxlisbons for fueling the Swann love a while back and to @melancholicmelanin for being the best beta. This chapter has not been beta'd so if there are mistakes, ignore them and just accept this as a gift.

Leah slipped into the back of the bookshop, blending into the crowd. She found a seat and settled in quietly, watching Sandra at the front of the room. Sandra stood confidently, her voice clear as she read an excerpt from her book. The passage was about the trial, her experience with Vincent’s mentorship, and the complicated dynamics they had shared. The audience listened intently as Sandra recounted moments from their shared past, but Leah remained still, her attention fixed on Sandra’s every word.

When Sandra reached a part about Vincent, she described how he had taken a young lawyer under his wing, offering guidance and support as she navigated the intricacies of her career. Sandra didn’t dwell on the complexities of their past; instead, she spoke with calm admiration for his professional success, his ability to guide others, and the role he played in shaping her career. Leah felt the weight of the words, but there was no bitterness or anger in Sandra’s voice—only reflection, a quiet acknowledgment of how much they had all changed.

The reading ended, and the crowd began to disperse. Leah stayed in her seat, waiting until she was the last in line. She stood and walked toward Sandra, holding up the book for her to sign.

"Leah," Sandra said softly when she looked up. Her voice was steady, but there was something in her eyes—recognition, perhaps, of the time that had passed since they had last truly interacted.

Leah smiled faintly. "Would you sign it?" she asked, her voice calm.

Sandra nodded and took the book, signing it with practiced ease. When she finished, Leah hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," Leah said, her voice quieter now. "Seems like you’ve really found your stride."

Sandra looked up at her, meeting her gaze. "I have," she said, her tone genuine.

"Would you like to grab coffee?" Leah asked. "I don’t know... after all this, it feels... right."

Sandra’s expression softened. "I’d like that," she replied, her voice quieter now.

Leah explained she had been in the city for a few days to sell her apartment, and then this unexpected encounter had led them here. They left the bookstore together, walking side by side through the streets of New York. They made their way to a quiet, hipster coffee shop, tucked away from the noise of the city. The warm, inviting atmosphere felt like a retreat from the busy world outside. They found a small corner table, each with a steaming cup of coffee, and sat down together.

Sandra spoke first, her voice gentle. "I really am happy," she said, her gaze softening as she looked down at her cup. "Daniel’s doing well. He’s finally finding his place, and I feel like I’m starting to, too. It hasn’t been easy, but we’re getting there. I’m happy for him... for us both."

Leah took a sip of her coffee, nodding in agreement. "I’m glad," she said softly. "It’s good to hear that."

Sandra inhaled deeply, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her cup. "I’ve been thinking a lot about everything—about you, about Vincent, about what’s come of all of this." She looked up at Leah, her eyes filled with quiet contemplation. "I think I was holding on to things I didn’t need anymore. The bitterness, the anger... I couldn’t let go for so long."

Leah smiled faintly, offering a comforting look. "We all have our moments of bitterness," she said gently. "But sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward."

Sandra nodded slowly, looking down at her cup again. "I’m sorry for missing your wedding," she said quietly. "I wanted to be there, but I was still... figuring things out. I couldn’t stand seeing you happy when I felt stuck in my own mess. But now, I see that it was more about me than anything else."

Leah reached out, her hand gently resting on Sandra’s. "It’s alright, Sandra. I understand. We’ve all had our struggles."

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of their conversation lingering but no longer weighing them down. After a beat, Sandra spoke again.

"I’m glad we could talk," Sandra said, her voice sincere. "I never wanted to hurt you. I was just lost, and I couldn’t see beyond my own pain."

Leah smiled warmly. "It’s okay. I understand, too."

Sandra gave a small, heartfelt smile. "Take care of yourself, Leah."

Leah nodded, standing up from the table. "You too," she said softly. "Take care of yourself and Daniel."

As Leah walked out of the coffee shop, she felt a sense of quiet closure. The past, with all its complications, was finally behind her. She dialed for an Uber and stepped out into the cool New York air, ready to finally be in the air, to be home.

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Leah stepped through the door, the apartment quieter than she remembered. It was a stark contrast to the hustle of the city outside. She slipped off her shoes, feeling the soft coolness of the floor beneath her feet, and hung her coat in the closet by the door. The stillness in the air felt comforting, like a gentle pause after the chaos of the past few days.

She carried Sandra’s book in her hand, the one she had gotten signed earlier that morning. Her fingers traced the spine as she walked down the hallway, her gaze scanning the familiar surroundings. It felt like home, even more so now that they were here, in this space that Vincent’s mother had given them as a wedding gift. His mother had moved to her country house, leaving behind an apartment filled with memories, and now it was theirs. The weight of it all settled in her chest, but it wasn’t a burden. It was a gift, just like the one they had given each other.

Leah reached the second door, down the hallway, to the right, pausing just before she opened it. There was a soft sound coming from inside—a quiet rhythm that pulled at her heart. She pushed the door open, her breath catching when she saw Vincent.

He was sitting in the rocking chair, gently rocking Noémi in his arms. Her tiny head rested against his chest, her hand still small enough to curl into his fingers. At just over a year old, she was still so small in his arms, but she had grown so much since Leah had first given birth to her.

Vincent’s eyes were fixed on Noémi, a look of pure awe on his face as he watched their daughter. Noémi’s slow, rhythmic breathing was the only sound in the room, a lullaby of sorts, familiar and comforting.

Leah’s heart skipped a beat. Seeing them together like this—so tender and calm—was a moment she hadn’t anticipated. It was as if everything had fallen into place in that quiet nursery. Noémi. Their daughter. It felt like the final piece of the puzzle had clicked into place.

Leah knelt beside the rocking chair, her fingers lightly brushing Noémi’s wild curls. She kissed her daughter’s soft cheek, the warmth of her skin grounding Leah in the present. Noémi stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Leah laid the book she had carried with her on the small table beside the chair, her fingers lingering on the pages for a second before she set it down.

The weight of the book—the past—felt heavier in this moment. It was time to let go of everything that had come before, just like she was setting the book aside. The trial, the tensions, the complicated history—it didn’t belong here, in this new chapter of their lives.

She stroked Noémi’s hair, feeling the sense of peace that filled the room. The past was behind them. She had made it through, and so had Vincent. They were here now, together.

Vincent shifted slightly in the chair, his eyes still soft and focused on Noémi. He didn’t speak, just continued to rock gently, savoring the moment. Leah didn’t need to speak either. Everything they needed was right here.

Leah leaned her head against his shoulder, her fingers brushing against Noémi’s tiny hand as they sat in silence, the quiet of the nursery enveloping them. It felt like the world had stopped for just a moment, and all that mattered was the three of them.

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(literally tagging anyone who commented and was immersed in this a year ago when I actually wrote and kept up with it. Don't sue me.)

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professional-benaddict · 2 months ago

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In Vitro, part 18

previous parts here @winterspiderpurrs 💗💗

~ Five years later, at the other side of the country ~

“No! No, I won’t!”

“Oh, yes, you will, mister. This is not up for debate.”

“Nooo! Go away! I hate you!”

Tony stiffens at those words. Never has he heard Edward say such things. The five year old pup stands before him, his whole little body shaking, but in a way, he looks mature and determined.

“What… what are you saying, Eddie? What’s really going on?”

Edward huffs angrily and heads to his and his brother’s shared room, slamming the door behind him. From the living room, Stephen emerges with Vincent behind him.

“Why’s Eddie mad, Papa?” Vincent asks, his voice small.

“He refused to do his nebulizer treatment.” Tony huffs, turning on his heel and walking past his mate and pup.

“Oh. I can go talk to him.” Vincent offers. Stephen lets the boy go.

The twins are very close, and they are very sensitive to each other’s moods. They have always been like this, taking each others’ sides against their Alpha fathers in arguments. So, naturally, Stephen heads to Tony to comfort him.

The twins have always needed nebulizer treatments when they are sick. Which, Edward currently is, and for the last year, he has been putting up a fuss about the nebulizer. Being born premature, and having shared a womb, the boys are smaller than their classmates and are twice as much sick as well.

It had been so easy when they were younger, just putting the mask on and cuddling till the machine was done. But, not anymore.

“Let’s go talk to them, yeah?” Stephen prompts, and Tony follows his mate to the boys’ room.

Edward and Vincent are sat on Edward’s bed, both with their backs against the wall and knees up to their chests. Vincent looks up at his fathers, but Edward keeps his eyes down.

“Eddie, why won’t you do the treatment like Papa told you to? You know it’s only to help you. It’s not a punishment. It will make you better faster.” Stephen says.

“I don’ wanna.” Eddie says, his nose blocked and voice sounding nasal. His head must be hurting pretty bad from it, and crying doesn’t help either.

“Because?”

“I don’ wanna be sick.”

“Hmm, no one wants that. But, it can’t really be helped. We’ve talked about your immune systems before, because you were born really early, yeah?”

“Yeah, but!” Edward huffs, trying to find the words.

“But… If you don’t do the treatments, you think you’ll be healthy? Normal?” Stephen asks, his voice light and curious. “Is that it?”

After a moment, Edward nods the tiniest bit. In the doorway, Tony bites his lip. It breaks his heart to hear his son say this.

Stephen and Tony worked very hard to get their own pups, but they never imagined the poor pups to be so effected by the pregnancy and birth. It would be wrong to say they regret it, because they don’t, but they do carry a lot of guilt for their sons. Their sick, little sons.

“Hey…” Stephen coos, moving to sit next to Edward. “I think I understand what you mean. But, not taking your meds every day, not being extra careful with hand washing and not doing treatment when you do get sick… Those won’t make the sickness go away. All of those things Papa and I make you and your brother do, it’s to keep you as healthy as possible.”

“Hmm. I know how you feel, Eddie.” Vincent says. “I don’ like it, but we gotta do it.”

Edward huffs a bit, and then coughs. Stephen lifts a hand to feel his forehead, pushing the brown waves of hair up. The same colour that Tony has.

“Will you do the treatment? For us, and Vinnie? And I’m sure Vinnie will watch TV with you while you do it.” Stephen asks.

Vincent nods eagerly, his blue-green eyes looking to meet his brother’s. The same ones Stephen has.

“Okay…”

“Yay! I’ll get the machine for you. Okay?” Vincent says cheerfully.

A few minutes later, the twins are cuddled up on the couch watching Gumball. And finally, Edward has the nebulizer mask on, his coughs turning wetter as the medicinal air loosens up the mucus in his lungs.

Meanwhile, Stephen and Tony are stood back a bit, watching the sweet scene in front of them.

“Did we fuck them up for life? Just so that we could have pups?” Tony asks bluntly, his voice a bit hushed and pained. Very pained.

“Tony, no, no we didn’t.” Stephen says, his voice more stern as he embraces his mate.

“No, we made them to love and cherish them every day. And that’s what we do. No matter if they are sick or healthy. We made them to love them.”

“Yeah…”

“I wouldn’t change a thing. I love them, and I know you do too.”

Tony chuckles wetly and nods into Stephen’s shoulder. The older Alpha pulls away a bit, only to grab his mate’s hand and pull him over to the sofa. Tony flops down next to Edward, pulling him into a tight hug. Stephen does the same to Vincent, and both boys yelp and laugh in surprise.

“Papa, you’re crying.” Edward says, his voice a bit muffled behind the mask.

“Because I love you, so, so much.” Tony says, his face breaking into a wide smile.

“We do. We love you both so, so much. It really hurts.” Stephen groans fondly, nuzzling his nose into Vincent’s neck.

“We know, dads!” Vincent laughs. “We love you too.”

“Hm. So much it hurts.” Edward repeats, leaning his head onto Tony’s chest.

And all was perfect. Two Alphas, and their own two perfect pups.

#omegaverse au #ironstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark/stephen strange #tony stark #stephen strange

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bluedalahorse · 9 months ago

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sunday snippet #2: continuing the canon divergence experiment

You also want some first year August and third year Erik, don’t you? Obviously you do.

Not going to indent this one because it’s longer.

Content note for many ideas relevant to August and Erik at this age: toxic masculinity, misogyny, bullying, drug use, traumatic grief, and disordered eating and exercising.

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August is working out when Erik finds him in the gym. The advantage of spending so much time at the rowing machine—beyond building up muscle mass, not that August has built up enough yet, he has to keep going—is that it provides an excuse for the pain and the exhaustion. It numbs out the numbness, at least for a time.

Erik is clapping and making celebratory flexing gestures at August as he crosses the room. He’s been doing that more often since their recent rowing victory against Sprucewood. August glances sideways at the mirror, and ends up pinching at the skin of his stomach.

“I’ve got updates,” interrupts Erik, when they are standing close enough together to converse in low voices. “Your brothers are getting together tonight.”

“Tonight?” says August, turning away from his reflection. “Really?”

Tonight is cursed. Tonight has the warped gravity of a black hole. Maybe that makes it a good night to be out with the Society, where someone might take pity on him and slip him a halfway decent pill for later.

Workouts can only do so much, after all.

“It’s Friday.” Erik shrugs. “I don’t recall anything urgent on your schedule. Unless you’ve got a hot date? Maybe with your hand?”

The jerking off gesture is expected, but it still makes August’s face burn.

“Erik,” he splutters. “Fucking—”

The usual retorts get stuck in August’s throat. It’s easier to have a comeback, with other guys. You just say no, with your mom and the whole room dissolves into laughs and rowdy chanting. But Erik’s mother is Her Majesty Queen Kristina of Sweden, and August’s cousin once removed. She is the living symbol of the traditions August’s ancestors have defended and died for. The idea of invoking her name in a your mom comeback makes August’s stomach twist like he’s about to throw up. Pappa would be furious with him for something like that.

“Relax.” Erik reaches out and ruffles August’s hair. “You know I fuck around with Wille the same way. If you do have a date, you can say so.”

“It’s just…” August pulls his shirt back on, avoiding both Erik’s gaze and the mirror. “Tonight…”

“I know.” And then Erik steps around so his eyes meet August’s, and his expression softens into something more solemn, and it’s obvious that he does know what tonight is. What it’s the one-year anniversary of this weekend.

“Look, we don’t want you to be alone tonight, okay?” says Erik. He rests his hand on August’s shoulder. “We want you to be with us. You’re family.”

“Okay,” says August. “Thank you.”

Erik’s hand remains on his shoulder. His palm is warm, and he gives August a squeeze. A question needles August in the chest: if he moved closer, would Erik hug him? He closes his eyes and pictures it, and realizes he wants Erik to. He hates that he wants Erik to hug him, but he’s never had a brother before and Erik can be an asshole to him but then Erik also says he’s the same way to Wilhelm and he calls August family and maybe August is too sensitive about stuff after all and it’s.. it’s confusing.

August says nothing. He does not move closer. Erik’s shoulder doesn’t feel warm anymore, but it doesn’t feel cold, either.

“Besides,” Erik adds to the silence. “No one else mixes the drinks as well as you do.”

Of course they don’t. August has been mixing drinks for people since his age was a single digit. If he closes his eyes he can still hear the ring of his pappa’s crystal when liquid hits the bottom of the glass.

“Vincent mixes them too fucking sweet,” August says, to shake the memory away.

“So girly of him.” Erik laughs.

After a moment, August laughs too. That’s hardly throwing Vincent under the bus, since Vincent was the one who recently blabbed to the third years about how August still hasn’t had sex with anyone. With all the crap August has been getting about that from Erik and the others, he’s within his rights to say a lot worse about Vincent.

Erik claps August on the back. “One more thing. We’re low on gin. I don’t care, but Rasmus will complain. Can you arrange for more before this evening?”

It’s a command more than it’s a question. August nods. He’ll text Nils, who has a guy he knows in town for whatever reason, and they’ll transfer money around until the gin arrives at Hillerska without incident.

As August gathers up his things and prepares to head back to his dorm, he notices that Erik is grinning at his phone with an unusual intensity. He’d wonder if Erik’s getting more texts from the girl who had to sign the NDA, except Erik announced at dinner last week that he wasn’t into her anymore. Too pick-me, Erik said. You need a girl to be the right amount of desperate for you. Otherwise she’s high maintenance.

“Excellent,” Erik is saying, not to August, as he types out a text. “Perfect.”

“What’s perfect?” August asks.

“Later,” Erik replies with a wink. “You’ll thank us.”

August would feel nervous, if he could feel anything other than grief and self-loathing right now.

#young royals #august horn of årnäs #erik young royals #yr sunday snippet

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thequeenofneverland1 · 1 year ago

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The Hope Of The Mikaelsons Family Part Seven

Summary: as the Hollow poses a grave threat to the Mikaelson family, Hayley and Klaus must brave the depths of darkness to protect their daughter, Y/n. With the aid of allies like Vincent, the family navigates a treacherous path to shield Y/n from the Hollow's clutches. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, the Mikaelsons are forced to confront their inner demons and stand together against an ancient evil that seeks to tear their family apart.

Warnings: Violence, Dark themes, Emotional distress, Family separation, Suspense, Parental protection and angst

Hayley immediately stepped forward, concern etched on her face. "What's happening?"

Klaus's jaw tightened. "Marcel has discovered something more about the Hollow. It may go after Y/n."

Elijah straightened, his expression hardening. "Then we waste no time. Elizabeth will have to wait."

Rebekah nodded, her eyes cold. "We'll deal with her later. Family first."

With a final glance at the subdued Elizabeth, they all hurried out, moving with the urgency of those who knew time was not on their side. The streets of New Orleans blurred as they raced back to their home, their minds filled with worry for you.

As they burst through the door, they found Marcel pacing, his face a mask of anxiety. "It's worse than we thought. The Hollow has been gathering strength, and its sights are set on Y/n. We need to protect her.”

Klaus nodded, his determination fierce. "We'll do whatever it takes."

Marcel glanced around the room. "I have a plan, but it's risky. We might need some ancient magic to stand a chance."

Hayley stepped forward, her voice steady. "Tell us what we need to do."

Marcel took a deep breath. "There's a powerful spell, but it requires a rare artifact, the Talisman of Namtar. We need to find it and use it to contain the Hollow's power."

Elijah raised an eyebrow. "And where do we find this talisman?"

Marcel looked grim. "It's rumored to be in the possession of a powerful witch in the French Quarter. We'll have to negotiate or fight for it."

Klaus's eyes flashed with determination. "Then let's not waste any more time. We'll find this witch and get the talisman. Y/n's safety comes first."

With their course set, the Mikaelsons moved with purpose, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead to protect their own

The Mikaelsons rushed through the vibrant and bustling French Quarter, their urgency stark against the lively backdrop. Klaus led the way, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of danger.

They reached a dimly lit shop tucked away in a narrow alley. A sign above the door read "Madame Fleur's Mystical Emporium." Klaus pushed the door open, and a bell tinkled, announcing their arrival.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Shelves were lined with jars of strange ingredients and ancient artifacts. At the counter, a woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes looked up, her expression unreadable.

"Madame Fleur," Klaus began, his tone both commanding and respectful. "We need the Talisman of Namtar."

The witch's eyes narrowed. "That is not an item I part with easily. Why do you seek it?"

Elijah stepped forward. "The Hollow is targeting our family. We need the talisman to protect Y/n."

Madame Fleur studied them for a long moment before nodding slowly. "The Hollow is a grave threat. But obtaining the talisman will come at a price."

Klaus's eyes blazed. "Name it."

She held his gaze. "A favor. One day, when I call upon you, you will help me without question or hesitation."

Klaus hesitated, then nodded. "Agreed."

Madame Fleur disappeared into the back room and returned with an ornate box. She opened it to reveal the talisman, a dark stone set in intricate silver. "Use this wisely. The spell to activate it is ancient and requires great power."

Rebekah took the talisman with a nod of gratitude. "Thank you."

The Mikaelsons left the shop, talisman in hand, and hurried back home. Once there, they gathered in the center of the living room. Marcel spread out a map, marking locations and explaining the spell.

Kol, who had joined them on their way back, looked at the talisman with a mixture of skepticism and hope. "I hope this works," he muttered.

Hayley held you close, whispering reassurances. "We will keep you safe, I promise."

Klaus began the incantation, his voice strong and steady. The air around them crackled with energy as the talisman began to glow. The room darkened and

Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol chanted in unison, their voices merging with Klaus's. The talisman pulsed with light, and a barrier of shimmering energy formed around you.

Klaus knelt beside you, his expression softening. “You’re now safe my little wolf.”

Hayley hugged you tightly. "We will always keep you safe even if it means risking our lives."

As the family gathered together, they felt a sense of relief wash over them. They believed the spell had succeeded, and the threat of the Hollow was contained.

However, unseen by the Mikaelsons, a faint, dark mist lingered in the corners of the room, a silent reminder that the Hollow was far from defeated. The spell had only provided a temporary reprieve, and the true danger still loomed

You bounced on your toes, eyes sparkling with excitement as you pleaded with your parents . "Please, can we go to the park and get ice cream? It's such a beautiful day!"

Klaus exchanged a concerned glance with Hayley, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "Y/n, love, it's not safe right now. There are... dangers we need to protect you from."

Hayley crouched down to your eye level, her expression gentle but firm. "We can definitely get ice cream, but we should stay close to home today, okay?"

Your smile faltered, disappointment shadowing your features. "But I promise I'll be careful!”

He sighed, torn between wanting to indulge his daughter's innocent request and his responsibility to keep you safe. "Y/n, it's not just about being careful. There are things out there we can't always see or predict."

Your shoulders slumped, but you nodded reluctantly. "Okay, I understand."

Hayley reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, her heart aching at the disappointment in your eyes. "How about we make it a special ice cream day at home? We can get all your favorite flavors and toppings."

You brightened at the suggestion, a small smile tugging at your ips. "Can we make sundaes with lots of whipped cream?"

He chuckled softly, relieved to see your spirits lifting. "Of course, little wolf. Let's make it a day to remember right here."

Your eyes sparkled again with excitement. "Can we have a movie night too? With all the popcorn and candies?”

She exchanged a warm glance with Klaus, both of them feeling a sense of relief and happiness. "Absolutely," she agreed. "We'll have the best movie night ever."

He smiled, pulling you into a gentle hug. "Anything for you, sweetheart. We'll make it a perfect day."

You hugged him back tightly. "Thank you, Daddy. I love you both so much."

"We love you too, Y/n," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "Now, let's get started on those sundaes, shall we?"

With that, the family set off to create a day full of laughter, treats, and cherished memories, safe within the walls of their home.

As night fell and you drifted into a peaceful sleep, the Mikaelsons and Hayley took turns keeping watch over you. In the quiet of their home, emotions ran deep, each moment of vigil stirring memories and fears that they rarely allowed themselves to acknowledge.

Elijah, ever the stalwart protector, sat by your bedside first. His gaze, usually steely and composed, softened as he observed the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Memories of centuries past, of lost loved ones and the relentless march of time, weighed heavily on his heart.

"I remember when you were born," Elijah began quietly, his voice barely a whisper in the dimly lit room. "Innocent and full of wonder. We must protect that innocence at all costs."

Klaus, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, nodded solemnly. "Yes, brother. It's our duty to shield her from the darkness that surrounds us. She deserves to experience the world with all its beauty, without the burden of our past."

Hayley, sitting nearby with a comforting hand on your arm, spoke softly. "She's resilient, like all of us. But she's also so young. We have to balance protecting her with letting her grow."

Elijah glanced at Klaus and Hayley, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "She's our light in the darkness, a reminder of why we continue to fight. Tonight, as she sleeps peacefully, let us hope for a future where she can live without fear."

The Mikaelsons shared a moment of quiet reflection, each silently reaffirming their commitment to safeguard You innocence and ensure your happiness in a world fraught with dangers known and unknown.

Rebekah, her usually defiant spirit subdued by the sight of her niece so vulnerable, took the next watch. She leaned against the wall, her eyes fixed on your peaceful expression. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered the innocence she once possessed before the harsh realities of their world had taken hold.

"She deserves a life free from our burdens," Rebekah murmured, her voice wavering with emotion. "I wish I could give her that."

Klaus, moved by Rebekah's words, approached her quietly. "We all do, sister. But what we can give her is our love, our protection, and our guidance. She may inherit our legacy, but she doesn't have to carry our burdens alone."

Rebekah nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I know, Nik. It's just... seeing her like this reminds me of what we've lost. And what she stands to lose if we can't keep her safe."

Hayley joined them, placing a comforting hand on Rebekah's shoulder. "We won't let that happen. We'll do whatever it takes to ensure she grows up knowing she's loved and cherished."

Elijah, standing watchful by the window, spoke softly. "Our family has faced countless challenges over the centuries. Y/n represents our hope for a future where those challenges don't define her."

Marcel, having joined the Mikaelsons in their quest to protect you, stood watch next. His loyalty to the family ran deep, forged through centuries of alliances and betrayals. He paced quietly by Your bedside, his mind racing with strategies to keep you safe.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Y/n," Marcel said firmly, his voice carrying a blend of reassurance and determination. "I promise."

Freya, the family's steadfast pillar of strength, took the final shift. She sat cross-legged on the floor beside your bed, a protective barrier of magic shimmering faintly around them. Her hands hovered over your sleeping form, channeling subtle energies to ward off any lingering threats.

"You're safe here, Y/n," Freya murmured softly, her voice filled with both tenderness and resolve. "Sleep peacefully. We're watching over you."

And as dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, you stirred in your sleep, a faint smile touching your lips. In that fleeting moment, the weight of their shared vigil eased, replaced by a glimmer of hope that their love and watchful presence would always be your shield against the uncertainties of their world.

Kol, ever the unpredictable spirit, sat by your bedside, his expression a mix of concern and remorse. He traced the delicate contours of your face with his gaze, memories of his own tumultuous past mingling with a fierce protectiveness.

"You should be dreaming of adventures, not fearing shadows," Kol whispered, his voice laced with regret. "I'm sorry, little one."

Klaus, torn between guilt and resolve, took over the watch next. He stood by the window, his silhouette cast in moonlight, his gaze never leaving your peaceful form. The weight of responsibility pressed heavy upon him, a father's love warring with the instinct to shield his daughter from the dangers that lurked beyond their walls.

"I've made many mistakes, little wolf," Klaus murmured, his voice carrying across the room with a mixture of tenderness and anguish. "But I swear, I will protect you."

Hayley, her heart aching with a mother's love, approached Klaus and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. She took her turn in keeping watch, sitting beside you with a steadying presence. The bond between mother and daughter was palpable, a connection forged through adversity and unconditional love.

"We'll get through this, Y/n," Hayley whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Together."

Throughout the night, Kol, Klaus, Marcel, Rebekah, Freya and Hayley exchanged words that were both a plea for forgiveness and a vow of protection. They shared memories of happier times, of laughter and shared meals, of fleeting moments of normalcy amidst the chaos of their supernatural existence.

As dawn approached, the weight of their shared vigil lifted, replaced by a quiet determination to face the challenges ahead as a united family. You stirred in your sleep, sensing the love and devotion that surrounded you, even in the darkest hours of the night.

And in that moment, amidst tears unshed and hearts laid bare, the Mikaelsons and Hayley found solace in each other's presence, knowing that their bond was the strongest shield against the uncertainties of their world.

You woke up to find Marcel keeping watch over you, couldn't shake off your concern. "Marcel, is everything okay with my family? Every time they're around me, they seem sad." Your voice carried a hint of worry.

Marcel offered a reassuring smile, trying to alleviate your fears. "It's okay, Y/n. Don't worry about it."

"But why do they cry sometimes?" You persisted, your concern deepening.

Marcel hesitated, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't voice aloud. "They... they just care about you a lot. You mean everything to them."

You nodded slowly, still troubled by the unspoken tension in Marcel's response. "I just wish I could make them feel better."

Marcel's gaze softened as he looked at you, his own turmoil hidden behind a facade of calm. "You already do, Y/n. You bring light into their lives."

In Marcel's mind, however, a torrent of conflicted emotions churned. If only you knew the full extent of the darkness that threatened the family, he constant battles, the sacrifices made in silence. He couldn't bear the thought of your innocence being tainted by the harsh realities they faced.

As Marcel continued to watch over you, a silent vow echoed in his thoughts to protect you at all costs, to shield you from the shadows that haunted their world, even if it meant bearing the weight of the family's sorrow alone.

As you reached for the door, determined to step outside and indulge in your passion for painting, you were stopped by a firm hand on your shoulder. You turned to see your father standing there, his expression a mix of affection and concern.

"Little wolf," Klaus began, using the endearing nickname he had given you long ago, "you can't go outside right now."

Confusion flashed across your face, tinged with a hint of defiance. "But why, Daddy? I just want to paint. I promise I'll stay close."

Klaus's gaze softened, his love for his daughter evident in every word. "I know you love painting, and I admire your spirit. But there are dangers out there that I can't let you face."

You sighed, torn between your desire for artistic expression and your father's protective instincts. "I'm six years old, daddy . I can take care of myself."

"I know you can," Klaus acknowledged, his voice gentle yet resolute. "But right now, I need you to trust me. We'll find another way for you to paint, inside where it's safe."

Reluctantly, you nodded, your disappointment palpable. He guided you back into the warmth of the home, his hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. As your father and you walked , you couldn't help but feel the weight of your father's concern, mingled with a sense of gratitude for his unwavering protection.

"Little wolf," Klaus murmured again, his tone soft but firm, "your safety is everything to me."

You glanced up at him, seeing the love and worry etched in his expression. You nodded, silently acknowledging the depth of his care. Though you longed to paint under the open sky, you understood that your father's love meant keeping you within the safety of the sanctuary, shielding you from the dangers that lurked beyond.

As your father and you returned to the heart of the home, you resolved to find solace in painting indoors, knowing that one day, when the time was right, you would roam freely with brush in hand, under the watchful eye and loving guidance of your father, Klaus.

Klaus gathered his family in the grand hall of their compound, his expression grave yet determined. The incident with your attempt to go outside had stirred a sense of urgency within him, a reminder of the constant vigilance required to protect his daughter from the dangers that lurked beyond their walls.

"My family," Klaus began, his voice carrying the weight of his responsibility as a father and leader. "We must remain vigilant. Y/n tried to go outside today, and while her intentions were innocent, we cannot afford to underestimate the threats that surround us."

Elijah, ever the voice of reason and support, stepped forward beside Klaus. "We must strengthen our defenses, increase patrols, and ensure that Y/n is always accompanied."

Rebekah, her concern for you etched on her face, nodded in agreement. "We can't let our guard down, not even for a moment."

Marcel, who had grown close to you and shared in their family's protective instincts, spoke up as well. "I'll personally keep an eye on her, to ensure she doesn't get into any trouble."

Hayley, her heart heavy with worry but unwavering in her determination to protect you, added, "We'll all work together to keep Y/n safe. That's our priority."

Klaus nodded, his gaze sweeping over his family, a mixture of gratitude and resolve in his eyes. "Thank you. Y/n is our greatest treasure and hope. We must do everything in our power to keep her safe, no matter the cost."

Klaus found himself sitting beside you at a makeshift easel, both absorbed in the vibrant swirls of color on the canvas.

"You have quite the talent, little wolf," Klaus remarked, his tone filled with paternal pride as he dipped his brush into a deep crimson. "Art has a way of expressing what words often cannot."

You grinned, your focus intent on blending shades of blue. "Thanks, Daddy. Painting with you makes me feel free."

Klaus smiled warmly at your words, He gently continued painting, his strokes deliberate yet fluid as he created alongside you.

"I'm glad, little wolf," Klaus replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "Art has a way of freeing the soul, doesn't it? It allows us to express emotions that sometimes words fail to capture."

You nodded enthusiastically, your eyes alight with creativity. "Yeah! It's like you can say so much without saying anything at all."

Hayley, observing from across the room, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for these moments of normalcy amidst their extraordinary lives. She smiled at the sight of Klaus and you painting together, a bond strengthened by shared creativity and love.

Klaus glanced at Hayley, sharing a silent moment of understanding and appreciation for you. Together, your father and you continued painting, each stroke on the canvas a testament to your and his connection and the sanctuary your father and you found in art and family.

Meanwhile, Elijah, ever the scholarly figure, sat in a cozy corner with you, a classic tale spread open before you and him

"This is one of my favorites," he commented, his voice resonant and calming as he read aloud. "A story of valor and honor, much like the bravery you show every day."

You leaned closer, captivated by the story's unfolding. "Uncle Elijah, you make everything sound so magical."

He smiled warmly at you, his gaze softening with pride and affection. "Stories have a way of weaving magic into our lives, Y/n. They inspire us, teach us, and remind us of the virtues that shape our character."

He continued reading, his voice steady and melodious, drawing you deeper into the world of knights and dragons, of quests and courage. As he turned the pages, he paused occasionally to explain a word or detail, enriching your understanding and sparking your imagination.

"You're brave, Y/n," he remarked, closing the book gently when he reached a stopping point. "Just like the heroes in this story."

You beamed up at him, your eyes reflecting admiration. "I want to be brave like them, Uncle Elijah."

He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "And you are, little one. Every day, you show bravery in your own way."

The quiet corner became a sanctuary of shared stories and wisdom, a place where you found comfort in your uncle’s Elijah gentle guidance and where he cherished the opportunity to nurture your spirit with tales of honor and resilience.

Kol, always seeking to entertain, had you giggling with his latest magic tricks. He produced colorful scarves from thin air and made coins vanish and reappear with a flourish.

"Ta-da!" Kol exclaimed, grinning mischievously. "What do you think, Y/n? Should I audition for the circus?"

You clapped enthusiastically, marveling at his skill. "You're amazing, Uncle Kol! Can you teach me how to do that?"

Kol laughed heartily at your enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, little niece, you have a taste for the dramatics, I see! Perhaps I'll consider a career change."

He winked playfully at you before leaning in closer. "As for learning tricks, it's all about practice and a bit of magic, of course. I can show you a few simple ones to start with."

Your eyes widened with excitement as he began to explain the basics of sleight of hand and simple illusions. Together, you and your uncle Kol practiced making objects appear and disappear, with him offering patient guidance and encouragement.

"You're a natural, Y/n," Kol praised, watching you mimic his movements with growing skill. "With a bit more practice, you'll be dazzling audiences in no time."

As him and you continued the impromptu magic lesson, laughter filled the room, blending with the warmth and joy of the shared moments. Your uncle’s Kol playful antics provided a refreshing contrast to the family's usual concerns, reminding them all of the importance of embracing moments of lightheartedness and fun amidst their protective duties.

Rebekah, with her flair for fashion, turned the afternoon into a glamorous affair. She draped you in luxurious fabrics, twirling you around in front of a full-length mirror.

"You are absolutely stunning," Rebekah praised, adjusting a tiara atop your head. "With a little grace and confidence, you'll be unstoppable."

You beamed at her reflection, feeling like a princess under Rebekah's expert care. "Thank you, Aunt Bex. You make everything so magical."

She smiled warmly at you, her eyes gleaming with affection and pride. "You are a natural beauty, Y/n. Fashion is about expressing yourself and feeling confident in your own skin."

She continued to adjust the fabric and accessories with meticulous care, ensuring every detail was perfect. "Remember, confidence is key. Hold your head high and own the room, just like a true Mikaelson."

You nodded eagerly, taking in her advice as you admired yourself in the mirror. "I feel like I can do anything when I wear these!"

She chuckled softly, her smile warmed by your excitement. "That's the spirit, darling. Embrace your uniqueness and let it shine."

Together, your aunt and you spent the afternoon immersed in your and her own little world of elegance and style, creating memories filled with laughter, beauty, and the empowering feeling of being cherished by family. Your aunt's flair for fashion not only transformed your appearance but also instilled in you a sense of confidence that would resonate far beyond the afternoon together.

Freya and Hayley, each imparting their wisdom, sat with you in the study, discussing the complexities of your supernatural heritage.

"As a tribrid, you possess incredible power," Freya explained gently, her hands gesturing to illustrate her points. "But it's important to understand how to control it, to find balance within yourself."

Hayley nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with maternal warmth. "You're half vampire, half werewolf, and half witch, Y/n. We're here to guide you through it all."

You listened intently, absorbing their teachings with a blend of fascination and determination. "I'm so lucky to have all of you. You make me feel like I can do anything."

Freya smiled warmly at you, her expression a mix of pride and affection. "And you can, Y/n. Your heritage is unique, but with guidance and practice, you'll harness your abilities to their fullest potential."

Hayley placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We're here to support you every step of the way, sweetheart. Being a tribrid means you have strengths from each lineage, but also the responsibility to use them wisely."

You nodded, your eyes shining with newfound determination. "I want to learn everything, Aunt Freya. I want to understand who I am."

Freya nodded in agreement. "Knowledge is power, Y/n. And understanding yourself is the first step towards mastering your gifts."

Throughout their discussion, Freya and Hayley shared their knowledge of supernatural abilities, spellcraft, and werewolf instincts with you, fostering a sense of empowerment and security in your identity. As they continued their lessons, your confidence grew, knowing you had a loving family dedicated to helping you navigate the complexities of your extraordinary heritage.

Throughout the shared moments, laughter and love echoed through the halls of their home, binding the Mikaelson family and Hayley closer together. In those precious hours, they found joy and solace, knowing that their unity and support were the greatest gifts they could give to you - their beloved daughter and niece.

For a time, the Mikaelson family and Hayley enjoyed a sense of peace. You thrived under their care, your days filled with painting, stories, magic tricks, fashion shows, and lessons about her unique heritage. The love and attention you received made you feel cherished and safe.

But one fateful night, everything changed.

You lay in bed, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted into sleep. Klaus stood at your doorway, watching over you with a tender expression.

"Sweet dreams, little wolf," he whispered as he kissed your forehead before turning away, unaware of the darkness that lurked nearby.

As the household settled into the quiet of the night, a chilling presence began to seep into your room. Unseen and insidious, the Hollow crept through the shadows, seeking its next vessel. It hovered over you, a malevolent force intent on claiming you.

In your sleep, your body tensed. Your peaceful expression twisted into one of distress as the Hollow's dark magic took hold. Your eyes snapped open, glowing with an unnatural, eerie light.

Moments later, Klaus felt a disturbance, a cold shiver running down his spine. He rushed back to your room, panicking

As he entered, he found you standing in the center of your room, your eyes vacant and filled with the Hollow's malevolence.

"Y/n!" Klaus called out, his voice a mix of fear and desperation. "What’s happening?"

The Hollow, speaking through you, replied with a sinister smile. "Hello, Klaus. It's been a long time."

Klaus's eyes widened in horror as the reality set in. "No... not my daughter.”

Before the entity fully departed, it spoke through you one last time, its voice echoing with dark intent. “Don’t try to stop me, Mikaelsons. If you do, I will kill your precious Y/n.”

The room fell into a tense silence as the Hollow’s threat hung in the air. Klaus knelt beside you, his eyes filled with both fury and fear. He gently lifted you into his arms, holding you close as if to shield you from the lingering darkness.

Elijah stepped forward, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a steely resolve. “We need to strengthen our defenses and find a way to permanently rid Y/n of the Hollow.”

Rebekah, her face pale but determined, nodded. “We can’t let this monster take her from us.”

Kol clenched his fists, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “We’ll find a way to destroy it. No one threatens our family and lives.”

Freya, still focused on maintaining the protective barrier, looked at her siblings and Hayley. “We need to gather our resources, tap into every ounce of magic we have.”

Hayley, her eyes filled with tears, placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “We won’t let it take her, Klaus. We’ll fight this together.”

Klaus, his voice a mix of determination and desperation, replied, “We must protect her at all costs.”

The commotion drew the rest of the family. Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Freya, and Hayley rushed into the room, their faces reflecting the same shock and fear that Klaus felt.

"We need to get her out of here," Elijah said urgently. "We can't let the Hollow control her."

Freya stepped forward, her hands already glowing with protective magic. "I'll try to contain it."

As Freya worked her spells, the Hollow laughed mockingly through you. "You think you can stop me? This child is mine now."

Hayley approached, tears in her eyes but determination in her heart. "Y/n, fight it! We’re here with you. We won't let you go."

But despite their best efforts, the Hollow's grip on you tightened. You struggled against it, your own voice breaking through momentarily. "Mom, Dad, help me..."

"We're here, Y/n," Klaus said, his voice breaking. "We're not giving up on you."

In a tense and solemn atmosphere, the Mikaelson family gathered in a circle around you, their faces etched with concern and determination. Freya, their resident expert in magic, had exhausted every known spell and ritual in her extensive repertoire, yet the dark presence of the Hollow persisted within you, seemingly unaffected by their efforts.

"I don't understand," Freya muttered, frustration evident in her voice as she paced around the room. "None of these spells should have failed. The Hollow's magic should have been expelled."

Elijah, usually composed and strategic, clenched his fists in rare frustration. "We can’t afford to lose hope. There must be another solution, Freya."

Klaus, whose protective instincts were heightened in the face of their daughter's plight, struggled to contain his anger. "How can this be happening? She's just a child, caught in the crossfire of our battles."

Rebekah, her usual resilience overshadowed by worry, shook her head. "We've faced formidable enemies before, but the Hollow's resilience is unprecedented."

Hayley, torn between fear for you and a fierce determination to find a solution, gripped your hand tightly. "There has to be something we've overlooked."

As the weight of their efforts and the severity of their situation sank in, the Mikaelsons found themselves at an impasse. Time seemed to slow as they contemplated their next move, their family bond strained by the inability to protect you from the malevolent force within you.

"We can't give up," Freya finally spoke, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her eyes. "There has to be another approach, another angle we haven't considered."

The Mikaelsons exchanged solemn glances, silently reaffirming their commitment to your safety and well-being. With determination renewed, they resolved to continue their search for a solution, knowing that their family's strength and unity would be their greatest asset in the face of this daunting challenge.

Vincent stands before Klaus and his siblings, his face grave as he explains the history and nature of the Hollow. “The Hollow has been haunting New Orleans for centuries. It’s an unending evil. Its appetite for power is insatiable. And that’s what attracted it to your little girl.”

Klaus, his face a mix of hope and fear, takes a deep breath. “You said there was a way to save her…”

Vincent’s gaze hardens. “There is. But I’m gonna tell you right now, you are not gonna like my plan.”

The siblings exchange worried glances, their anxiety palpable.

Vincent continues, “Step one: we pull the Hollow out of Y/n. Step two: we find someplace else to put it. But with the book gone, I need a place that’s both powerful and eternal. And in order to make the transition work, I’m gonna need something that’s connected to Y/n through blood.”

Freya’s eyes widen as she realizes what Vincent is suggesting. “You need a vampire. You want to put the Hollow into one of my siblings?”

Vincent nods solemnly. “One ain’t gonna cut it. I’m gonna need four of them.”

Elijah shakes his head slightly in disbelief. “Why four of us?”

Vincent explains, “Well, 1,500 years ago, when the Hollow was first killed, they divided her remains. Four bones, four volunteers, four different locations. That’s how we’re going to beat the Hollow now. Transfer the Hollow’s power into four immortal vampires.”

Rebekah’s voice trembles as she speaks. “And just send us on our way?”

Klaus steps forward, his voice strained but resolute. “So the evil is drawn, quartered, and separate for all time.”

Vincent nods again. “That is the only way that we’re gonna beat the Hollow.”

Kol’s eyes glisten with unshed tears as he speaks, his voice choked. “So you’re saying that we can’t be near each other.”

Vincent’s expression is pained but unyielding. “That’s the only way this will work. The Hollow’s power must be kept divided and isolated.”

Klaus’s face crumples as he fights to keep his emotions in check. He wipes a tear from his cheek, his voice determined but heavy with sorrow. “Well, if it’ll save my little girl, then we will make it so.”

The siblings share a solemn look, the weight of the decision settling over them like a shroud.

Kol steps forward, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. “We will do whatever it takes to protect her. We will carry out the plan.”

Elijah places a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, his own face a mask of resolve. “For Y/n’s sake, we will endure this sacrifice.”

The Hollow, her eyes glowing with dark power, stands at the center of St. Anne’s Church, surrounded by her devoted followers. Dominic’s lifeless body lies on a table before her, and with a wave of her hand, the Hollow channels her witch magic. The air crackles with energy as she brings Dominic back to life.

Dominic’s eyes snap open, and the crowd of followers gasps in awe, murmuring among themselves as they take a step back, their fear evident. Dominic sits up slowly, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looks at the Hollow, then rises to his feet and approaches her with a respectful bow. He takes his place at her right side and faces the gathered followers.

“All of you know that this is the power of the Hollow,” Dominic declares, his voice ringing through the church with a commanding authority. “The power to transcend death, and destroy all who stand against us.”

He raises his arms, a gesture that commands the followers to kneel before the Hollow. “So bend your knee and swear your loyalty to her.”

As one, Dominic and the rest of the Hollow’s followers bow down, their heads bowed in submission to the dark force that now possesses your body.

The Hollow, relishing her newfound power, begins to walk alone through the church. Dominic, flanked by several of the Hollow’s followers, approaches a group of witches standing nervously nearby.

“Witches of New Orleans,” Dominic calls out, his tone smooth and persuasive. “I ask you to join your one and true savior. Pledge your loyalty, and she will free you from oppression.”

The witches exchange fearful glances, their resolve faltering as they watch the Hollow’s display of power. A woman cries out, her voice trembling with panic. “Let’s get out of here!”

A man nearby shouts back, his voice urgent. “Watch out!that girl kills witches!”

The crowd begins to scatter in a desperate attempt to escape the church, their cries of fear echoing through the sacred space. The Hollow’s eyes flash with anger as she witnesses the fleeing witches.

With a wave of her hand, she unleashes her dark magic, sending a storm of energy that shatters the street lamps outside the church. The lights flicker and die, plunging the streets into darkness as the Hollow’s fury rages unchecked.

Amid the chaos, your mother dashes towards you, her face a mask of desperate determination. “Y/n! Y/n!”

The Hollow turns to face her, a smirk spreading across her lips. “What do you want? Leave me alone.”

Your mother’s eyes are filled with pain and urgency as she speaks, her voice breaking slightly. “Baby, I know you can hear me. I need you to fight her.”

The Hollow chuckles darkly, her eyes narrowing. “Hmm, you think you can stop me?”

Before your mother can react, the Hollow raises her hand with a swift motion. With a burst of telekinetic force, she lifts Hayley off the ground and, with a cruel flick, snaps her neck. Hayley collapses to the floor, her body crumpling in a lifeless heap.

The Hollow glances at Hayley’s fallen form with a cold indifference before turning her attention back to her followers. Dominic watches the scene unfold with a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with pride at the display of power.

The air is thick with the weight of loss and the unyielding darkness that now surrounds you. The Hollow’s power continues to swell, unchallenged and absolute, as Dominic and the followers await the next step in their dark plan.

Hayley wakes up on Vincent’s sofa, her neck still aching from the recent break. She winces and groans, trying to adjust her position.“Ouch. It still hurts.”

Vincent kneels beside her, a reassuring presence in the midst of the chaos. “You’re okay. You’re alright. Some witches found you on the street, they called me, and I brought you here. You’re fine.”

Hayley sits up slowly, her face set with determination despite her pain. “I have to go back. I have to get that thing out of Y/n.”

Vincent gently lays her back on the sofa. “That’s what I’m trying to do, Hayley. I’m shoring up my power for the ritual.”

Hayley’s eyes widen as she takes in Vincent’s words. “What ritual?”

Vincent’s expression grows grave as he begins to explain. “The ritual that we need to talk about. It’s our only chance to get rid of the Hollow for good.”

Hayley’s eyes reflect a mix of hope and concern as she listens. “So, all four of them have to go their separate ways? Forever?”

Vincent nods, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. “Yeah, and When you leave here, you need to go home, you need to pack some bags, and you need to find a way out of town. Quick and quiet, just for you and Y/n.”

Hayley frowns, her confusion evident. “What are you talking about?”

Vincent takes a deep breath, preparing to explain the gravity of the situation. “Hayley, the Hollow has felt your little girl’s power. And it’s gonna want to get that power back. When we finish this ritual, the Hollow is gonna live inside of the Mikaelsons.”

Hayley’s eyes widen in distress as the full implication of Vincent’s words hits her. “What do you mean by that?”

Vincent’s tone is somber as he continues. “Through them, it’s gonna reach out, and it’s gonna try to regain access to your little girl. That can never happen. Any time they are anywhere near her, she is not gonna be safe. Ever.”

Hayley’s face contorts with pain and frustration, her voice trembling. “It’s not fair!”

Vincent’s eyes are filled with a deep sadness. “Now, you and I both know that Klaus Mikaelson isn’t gonna be okay with that. So when we finish this ritual and get your little girl back, you have got to go. Hayley, you take her, and you run like hell.”

Hayley’s gaze meets Vincent’s, her eyes filled with tears as she struggles to process the harsh reality of their situation. “But how can we ever be safe with the Hollow trying to come after us?”

Vincent’s voice is filled with a somber resolve. “The Hollow’s power will be divided among the Mikaelsons, but it will always seek to reunite itself. You and Y/n will have to stay hidden, away from New Orleans and away from the Mikaelsons. It’s the only way to protect her.”

Hayley nods slowly, tears streaming down her face as she contemplates the future. “I understand. I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.”

Vincent offers her a reassuring but pained smile. “That’s all anyone can ask. You’re a mother who loves her child, and that love will be your strength.”

Hayley takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. “When do we start?”

Vincent rises from his knees, his expression resolute. “Soon. We need to prepare for the ritual, and you need to get ready to leave. Time is running out.”

As Hayley stands up, she meets Vincent’s gaze with a mixture of gratitude and determination. The weight of their plan looms over them, but both are resolved to see it through for your sake.

Hayley hurries through the corridors of the Mikaelson Mansion, her face set with urgency and determination. She bursts into the room where Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah, and Kol are gathered, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and anticipation.

“We still need to go get Y/n. Vincent said the Hollow is gathering a congregation at the church.”

Klaus immediately rises from his seat, his face a mask of resolve. “Then let’s go get her.”

Hayley steps forward, placing a hand on Klaus’s arm to stop him. “She’s possessed, Klaus, surrounded by followers. We can’t just go running in there.”

Rebekah, her face showing a hint of frustration but also a glimmer of hope, steps between them. “Hayley, we have a plan. It’s actually a rather good one.”

Klaus turns to Rebekah, his eyes searching for reassurance. “What’s the plan?”

Rebekah takes a deep breath, ready to explain. “We need to be strategic. The Hollow is powerful and surrounded by a lot of followers. If we rush in, we risk everything. But Vincent has come up with a plan that involves a ritual.”

Kol, his face showing a mixture of worry and determination, adds, “Vincent needs to prepare the ritual to extract the Hollow from Y/n, but it requires careful coordination. We can’t just barge in.”

Elijah nods in agreement, his voice calm but firm. “Vincent has a plan to separate the Hollow from Y/n and then contain it. We need to trust him and follow the plan to the letter.”

Hayley nods, her urgency shifting to a focused determination. “We need to find a way to get to the church without alerting the Hollow’s followers. I know Vincent’s plan is the only way to save Y/n, but we have to be smart about it.”

Klaus takes a deep breath, his anger and fear tempered by the gravity of the situation. “Alright, then what’s the plan?”

Rebekah steps forward, pulling out a piece of paper with a detailed map of the area. “Vincent has identified a way for us to approach the church discreetly. We’ll need to split into two groups. One will create a diversion to draw the followers away from the church, while the other group infiltrates the church to get to Y/n.”

Klaus looks at Rebekah, his eyes showing a flicker of hope. “And what about the ritual?”

Rebekah points to the map. “While the diversion team keeps the followers occupied, Vincent will begin the ritual. We’ll need to make sure nothing interferes with it.”

Hayley steps closer to Klaus, her eyes filled with determination. “We have to move quickly. The Hollow won’t wait for us to be ready.”

Klaus takes a deep breath, nodding resolutely. “Let’s do this. For Y/n.”

Rebekah, Hayley, and the rest of the family gather around the map, their expressions a mix of determination and fear as they prepare for the dangerous mission ahead.

Marcel and Sofya enter the dimly lit church, the air heavy with the scent of incense and the murmur of the Hollow’s followers. The scene before them is chaotic and foreboding, the followers gathered in reverence around the figure of the Hollow, who stands poised in your body.

Sofya glances around at the collection of dark objects and relics displayed on the church’s altars. “This collection is priceless. You sure you want to hand it all over to the Mikaelsons?”

Marcel’s eyes are steely with resolve. “Dark objects belong to the city. As long as they help us take down the Hollow, that’s all that matters.”

Sofya raises an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. “Even if it means trusting the family who made a weapon specifically designed to kill you?”

Marcel nods, unperturbed. “Desperate times. We need allies.”

As they move closer to the center of the church, the tension in the air becomes palpable. The Hollow, her eyes glowing ominously in your body, is surrounded by her followers. Marcel and Sofya approach her, the unease between them apparent.

Marcel steps forward, his tone both bold and diplomatic. “Quite the party.”

Dominic, standing at the Hollow’s side, smirks with a hint of disdain. “Marcel Gerard and his top advisor. Well, I trust you’ve come to grovel and bow before the power of the Hollow.”

Before Dominic can react, Marcel raises his hand, blowing a cloud of magic dust into the Hollow’s face. The Hollow’s eyes flutter and she collapses into unconsciousness, her body limp as Marcel catches her and swiftly carries her away at vampire speed.

Sofya, left behind, turns to Dominic with a cold, determined look. “Time to end this.” With a swift motion, she plunges a dagger into Dominic’s chest, ending his life in a burst of dark energy.

The followers of the Hollow gasp and murmur in confusion as Dominic’s body falls to the ground. Sofya turns to face them, her expression resolute.

Sofya raises her hands, her voice commanding. “The Hollow’s reign ends here.”

At that moment, Klaus steps into view from the left side of the altar, his presence imposing. “Hear ye, hear ye, all disciples and acolytes of the evil Hollow. Now that your master has been subdued, the power she promised you has been revoked, rendering you helpless, and bringing this pitiful coup to a rather abrupt end.”

Klaus holds up a dark object in his hand, its surface shimmering with malevolent energy. “This dark object has the astounding ability to seal you in the room.”

He drops the object to the floor, and it shatters with a burst of dark energy, sealing the followers inside the church.

From a raised floor in the church, Elijah appears, holding a bottle of flammable liquid with a handkerchief wrapped around its neck. His voice is calm, almost detached, as he addresses the trapped followers.

Elijah continues, his tone smooth and unyielding. “Which is very inconvenient indeed. Particularly when one considers the architectural composition of the structure. And so, with very little effort...”

He lights the handkerchief with a nearby candle and throws the bottle onto the floor where the followers are trapped.

Elijah watches as the bottle shatters, spreading the flammable liquid around the room. “This place becomes an inferno.”

As the flames begin to spread, Klaus watches his brother, his expression grim but resolute. The screams of the trapped followers rise as the fire engulfs the room, their cries a stark contrast to the determined faces of the Mikaelson siblings.

Klaus stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes reflecting a mix of anguish and fierce determination as he looks at you. The chains on your wrists clink softly as you shift slightly in your sleep, the Hollow’s dark presence within you making you seem distant and unresponsive.

Klaus leans closer, his voice trembling but resolute. “I know you’re in there, Little Wolf. And I know you can hear me, so I want you to listen very carefully.”

He takes a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. “You are my daughter. You’re a Mikaelson. Our hope, the hope of the Mikaelson family, rests on your shoulders. You are strong, and brave, unlike anyone I’ve ever known.”

He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering as he fights to keep his composure. “I’ve seen you face danger with courage, and I’ve watched you grow into someone who inspires those around you. Even now, as the Hollow tries to consume you, I know that the strength inside you can push her away.”

Klaus’s voice breaks slightly as he continues, his eyes brimming with tears. “You are my Little Wolf. You’ve always been a fighter. You’ve got the spirit of the Mikaelson family in you, and you’ve always been the light that guides us through the darkness.”

He holds your hand gently, hoping the touch will reach the part of you that remains. “You must fight her, Little Wolf. Remember your family, remember your strength. We believe in you, and we know you can overcome this.”

Klaus takes a step back, his eyes locked on yours with a fierce hope. “We are a family of survivors, of fighters. You have the blood of the strongest creatures that ever walked this earth. Do not let the Hollow break you.”

He gestures to the room around you, where the echoes of the past and the warmth of your family linger despite the darkness. “If there is any part of you left, I am begging you to reach out. Fight with everything you have. We will not let her win. We are coming for you.”

He brushes a tear from his cheek and looks at you with a heart full of love. “I love you, Little Wolf. We all do. And we are fighting for you. Do not give up on hope. As long as you fight, we will be there to help you.”

The room is filled with the weight of Klaus’s words and the unspoken promise of a family that will never abandon you.

Hayley walks through the mansion, her steps echoing softly. She pauses when she sees Klaus sitting beside you, who is still bound by the chains of the ritual. Klaus is speaking to you his gentle voice and full of love.

Klaus continues talking to you. "In fact, you helped me believe in something your uncle once said. ‘Family is power’.”

Klaus leans down and kisses you on the forehead, then sighs deeply. As he turns around, he finds Hayley looking at him. She nods to him, signaling him to come nearer, and Klaus approaches her.

Hayley states. "You're a good dad, Klaus. And you deserve the truth. There is something that you need to know about the ritual. Vincent didn't want to tell you because he didn't think that you'd go through with it, but I know that you will. I know that you'll do anything for her. Even if it means never seeing her again."

Klaus is completely taken aback. He opens his mouth to speak but decides against it. Instead, he turns around and looks at Vincent, who is preparing the ritual. Just then, an angry Rebekah approaches Vincent.

Rebekah growls. "Did you honestly think you could trick us into performing the ritual without telling the entire truth?"

Vincent without looking up from his preparations. "You and your family aren't my problem. The only thing that I'm concerned about right now is that little girl and the monster that's inside of her."

Rebekah her voice rising. "Is it hard to see me from up there on your high horse? She is my niece. Of course we will do whatever we have to do to protect her, but you can damn well be honest about it!"

Vincent calmly said, "See, your reaction right there has just proven my point. You Mikaelsons are selfish, egocentric fanatics. It is not my job, nor is it my inclination to try to convince you to do the right thing. If you really want to save your niece, then you need to get out of my ear and let me do what it is that I do."

“You know what? You..." Rebekah tries to say but Freya interrupts her and approaches her "He's right. I may not agree with his tactics... but he's our only chance at saving Y/n."

Rebekah takes a deep breath. "Fine. But you better not be keeping anything else from us."

"I promise you, this is our best shot. Now, let's get this done."

Klaus looks at Rebekah and Kol, they both nod and then they leave. Klaus and Elijah also start walking but Klaus stops and turns to his brother.

“Elijah. You were always the keeper of our bond, and because of that, you will feel this pain the most. When the inevitable happens, and I, devoid of family influence, relapse into a spiral of mayhem and bloodshed...I need you to leave me to my fate. If you come to my rescue as you have done so many times before, it will only serve to aid our enemy, allowing it one step closer to my daughter, and I cannot allow that. So, my brother... When the time comes, I beg you, let me go.”. Klaus tells him as he tried to not cry

Elijah and Klaus briefly look at each other, then they hug. ”You have my word.”

Elijah takes a deep breath and watches Klaus leave.

Hayley is sitting on the floor with you in her arms. Vincent and Freya are standing near as Rebekah and Kol approach them.

“Kol, if you would, right there. Rebekah, perfect. Right there.” Vincent tells them

Rebekah sees Marcel and gets mad. “What the hell are you doing here? You come to gloat?”

“No, I came to make sure that this works.”

Elijah and Klaus approach them. “Elijah, I need you right there at the top.”

Elijah and Hayley look at each other.

“Klaus, right there for me, please. And we are ready.”

Klaus, Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah look at each other.

“I just want to say that what you guys are doing here today is gonna go a long way towards setting things right in this city. The Hollow took everything away from me. It inspired nothing but suffering and torment. It's ruined families, looks at Hayley and you. it's gone after little kids. And yet, here and now, looking at the Mikaelsons despite all of our differences, and there are many... looking at Klaus with a hand on his heart thank you.”

Klaus nods trying to not cry.

“Freya.” Vincent waves her to come over. and Freya is next to Vincent.

“The savage Mikaelsons heroically defeating a terrible evil. Maybe this will finally earn us our redemption.” Rebekah says sarcastically

“Do any of us really believe that?” Klaus question

“Not for a second. It's a wonderful sentiment.” Elijah answers, shaking his head.

Elijah and Klaus look at each other for a moment with a sad look, with Kol taking a breath, as Freya and Vincent hold hands

“Let's go.” Vincent and Freya kneel, still holding hands.

“Hayley, when I tell you to, I want you to take the manacles off. Hold onto Y/n. Do not let her go. Everybody else, when this spell is over, you got to get away from each other, and you have to stay away from Y/n.” Vincent tells the four siblings

“Always and forever. We had a good run.” Rebekah whispers with a sad smile

“Yeah.” Elijah whispers back.

“Diviser... Diviser ak konkeri. Diviser ak konkeri. Diviser ak konkeri. Diviser ak konkeri Chire apa ak po. Ak konkeri. Ak po.” Vincent chants. “Hayley, do it now. Do it now, Hayley.”

Hayley takes the manacles off. The Hollow's spirit gets out from you. Then it divides into four parts, and each one of them enters the body of one of the Mikaelsons.

“I can hear it... whispering.” Rebekah said

Vincent nods to the door. “Okay, you guys need to go. Now!!”

Kol goes off at vampire speed, shortly followed by Rebekah. Elijah and Hayley look at each other for a moment, then he leaves too.

Klaus looks at you with worried eyes. .”I need to know if she's all right.”

But Vincent looks at him and tells him. “Klaus, I promise you, she is going to be okay if you go.”

Klaus does not seem to have the strength to leave. Freya looks at him, worried.

You wake up and you look around .“It's okay, baby. You're okay.” Hayley tells you as she rocks you

“Mom.” You tell her with a confused look. And you look over at Klaus. “Daddy? What's happening?”

“I love you, my little wolf. Be strong for me," he whispered before he goes off at vampire speed. Making Vincent sighs with relief. as Hayley holds you in her arms.

“Dad!” You screamed, your voice cracking with emotion. You tried to run to him, but your mother’s arms wrapped around you, holding you back “Shh, it's okay," she whispered, her own voice thick with unshed tears. "They're doing this for you. For all of us.”

You struggled against your mother's embrace.”Dad Please don't go!!” You cried out, but your pleas were met with only silence.”

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